The door to the therapist's office creaked open, revealing a 19-year-old feminine boy with a B-cup chest, a sexy feminine pout, a short haircut, and a face painted with makeup. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a bored expression, barely glanced up from her desk.
"I'm here to see Dr. Hammerstein," the boy said in a soft, hesitant voice.
The receptionist nodded and gestured towards a closed door. "Go on in, he's expecting you."
The boy took a deep breath and pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit office. A man in his 40s, with a disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes, was slouched in a chair behind a large desk. He looked up as the boy entered, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
"Well, well, well," he slurred, "you must be my new patient. I'm Dr. Hammerstein, but you can call me Doctor Hottie."
The boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry, I think there's been a mistake. I'm here for therapy, not... whatever this is."
Dr. Hammerstein waved a hand dismissively. "Aw, don't be such a prude, sweetheart. You're here now, might as well make the most of it."
He stood up and stumbled around the desk, towards the boy. The boy tried to back away, but Dr. Hammerstein grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.
"I need to examine you," he said, his breath reeking of alcohol.
The boy's heart raced as Dr. Hammerstein began to touch him inappropriately. He tried to push him away, but the doctor was too strong.
"Stop it, please," the boy pleaded, his voice shaking.
But Dr. Hammerstein only laughed and continued to grope him. Suddenly, he overpowered the boy and pushed him down onto the desk.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered in the boy's ear, "I'll make it feel good."
And with that, he began to anally rape the boy. At first, the boy struggled and cried out in pain. But as the minutes passed, he began to feel a strange pleasure from the act.
Dr. Hammerstein noticed the change in the boy's demeanor and began to fuck him harder. The boy moaned and begged him not to stop.
Soon, Dr. Hammerstein reached his climax, and the boy followed soon after. Panting and sweating, Dr. Hammerstein leaned in and kissed the boy deeply.
The boy, shocked by his own reaction, pushed him away and demanded to be let go. Dr. Hammerstein, still drunk, complied and the boy left the office, confused and aroused by what had just happened.
As he walked down the hallway, the boy couldn't help but wonder if this was the kind of therapy he really needed.
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