43 comments/ 85456 views/ 27 favorites The Marriage Counselor By: NTRmaster Charlotte playfully nudged Tim when he caught him looking at the busty secretary's ample chest. The secretary was wearing a jacket and blouse, but there was no denying the presence of huge breasts pressing to be free of the constraining fabric. Charlotte wasn't jealous at all, though, as she had even larger breasts, and a killer figure to go with it. She was always the hottest woman in the room, even when there was substantial competition, like this secretary. Charlotte had light brown hair and pale blue eyes, long legs and curves that must have been sculpted with God's own personal supervision. Her face had a playful, yet sexy quality to it, with her full lips that were always smiling. Tim was a good looking man, with blond hair and brown eyes, standing just a little taller than Charlotte. He was above average in looks, and didn't look out of place standing beside Charlotte, although with beauty like hers it would be hard to notice anyone standing beside her. Tim smiled playfully at Charlotte pretending to be jealous. He knew she wasn't, and that Charlotte, while not egotistical, didn't see any woman as competition for attention. Besides, Tim made it clear that he adored Charlotte, and he would sacrifice anything to be with her. "Julie, Please send them in now," came a tinny voice over the intercom. "You can head in now," Julie the secretary said with a smile. Tim and Charlotte smiled back and walked through the oak door to the doctor's office. Dr Castle stood up from behind his large desk to greet them. He was a tall, good looking man with chiseled features and a little grey hair on his temples, but otherwise a full and rich head of black hair. He reached across his desk to shake both Tim and Charlotte's hands. They greeted him warmly and made introductions. "Welcome, both of you," Dr Castle said with a beaming smile. "Please, sit down." There were two chairs, both facing the desk. Tim and Charlotte sat down. Charlotte crossed her long, sexy legs, and her voluminous chest could not go unnoticed. "Well, then," Dr Castle said, sitting down and clasping his hands in front of him on the desk, "what brings you two to see me?" Tim and Charlotte looked at each other with slightly embarrassed smiles. It was hard to know where to begin. "Um," Tim began nervously, "we're, uh, happy, mostly. In our marriage, I mean, day to day." Tim looked to Charlotte for support, and she reached out a hand, and he placed his in hers. "But, in the bedroom, it's, uh, not been going well." "Don't be embarrassed," Dr Castle said reassuringly. "It's perfectly natural. We'll work out what to do. Charlotte, what is your take on the situation?" "Tim and I have known each other for a long time," Charlotte said, her sweet smile radiating beauty, "and he has always been good to me, so the sex is not that important to me. I think he pressures himself to be great in the bedroom, maybe too much." "I see," said Dr Castle. "In a situation like this, where the couple are supportive but something is not quite right, I find that they are often holding back on saying things in front of the other person out of fear of appearing unsupportive. It's a good thing to want to be positive for your spouse, but good intentions can lead to being a little less open. For that reason, I'd like to talk to each of you separately. Would that be alright?" Tim and Charlotte looked at each other, and nodded, then turned back to Dr Castle and agreed. "Good, good," Dr Castle said. "Then I'd like to start with Tim. Charlotte, would you mind waiting outside for a while?" Charlotte smiled and agree, then, with a kiss on Tim's forehead, left the room. "Now, Tim, I think I can right away see a problem, as it's quite common in a situation like yours. Would you mind if I took a guess?" "No, please do," Tim said. "Charlotte is an extremely beautiful woman," Dr Castle said. "So beautiful that you must feel very lucky to be with her. And because you feel like she is so precious, you feel a pressure to provide for her, to perform for her, to keep her satisfied. Would you say that's true?" Tim thought about it for a while. "Wow, you're good at this," Tim said at last. "She gets hit on all the time by other men. Almost constantly. So I know that she could be with any man in the world, so I try to not be just any man. I want to love her like no one else can." "That is a noble aim," Dr Castle said. "You're a very good man to feel that way. However, I think you can see that putting so much pressure on yourself to be better than every other man is a lot to ask of yourself. Your body is trying to tell you something by not living up to an impossible ideal." "But," Tim said, "how can I stop trying to please her without making her less happy? I feel like if I don't try my hardest, she'll be less satisfied with me." "Ah," Dr Castle said, leaning back in his chair, "that is the very thing we're going to have to work out. That is going to take work and time, it won't come easy. And you're going to have to put your trust in me that I am here to help you." After that, they began to talk for the next half hour about Tim's feelings to Charlotte. Tim revealed he had longed to be with her for years and years, never wanting another woman. He felt pain when she had other boyfriends, and agonized that he had become merely a friend. When the opportunity presented itself to become more than he friend, it was the happiest day of her life. "I'm glad that you've got such commitment to your wife," Dr Castle said. "Your deep love for her is going to make this process go very well in the end. Now, however, I'll need to ask you to leave so I can speak to Charlotte and get her side of things." Tim agreed and stepped out the door as Charlotte stepped in. They smiled at each other but didn't say anything. Charlotte could see that Tim was a emotionally drained, and she thought it was best to let him stay in his reflective mood. The oak door shut as Tim sat in a chair in the waiting room. He felt that there was some promise with Dr Castle's help. Tim had always held back from confessing to Charlotte how much he needed her because he knew that being needy was not attractive. Even though he knew Charlotte would never judge Tim poorly for being so devoted to her, he just couldn't be too honest with her about it. It felt good to finally confide in someone about the power imbalance in his relationship with Charlotte. Tim waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Dr Castle buzzed the receptionist and said "Julie, please send Tim in now." Tim headed in through the oak door, and when he sat down beside Charlotte, he could see she was uncomfortable. Her eyes weren't reddened, so she hadn't been crying, but her hair was a little out of place and she looked a little bothered. Tim assumed they must have touched some deep places, just as he had done in his turn with Dr Castle. "Today has been extremely productive," Dr Castle said. "I think I can see what each of you needs, and I'm sure we can go forward and get to where we can resolve this situation properly. Are you both interested in continuing?" "Yes, definitely," Tim said right away. Then he noticed that Charlotte did not answer right away. Tim looked at her and noticed she was biting her lip and looking down. "Charlotte?" Tim asked softly. Charlotte looked up at Tim and he noticed that she looked like she wanted Tim to do something, but he was not sure what. "Charlotte," Dr Castle asked, his voice taking on an almost stern tone, like a teacher addressing a student. "Do you want to keep doing what we did today?" Charlotte looked at Dr Castle, and then back at Tim. Her eyes now did redden, and glistened as tears formed but didn't actually fall from her eyes. "Yes Dr Castle," Charlotte said. Tim reached out his hand and she put hers in his. He squeezed it lovingly. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that you are both ready to undertake this journey." Dr Castle said happily. "Please schedule an appointment next week with Julie, and I'll see you soon. Tim and Charlotte left, and as they did, Tim noticed another couple waiting in the waiting area. The wife was quite beautiful, with deep brown skin and almond shaped eyes. Her breasts weren't as large as Charlotte's, but this woman was very beautiful. Tim wondered if they had the same problem as he and Charlotte did. That night Charlotte was distracted and uncomfortable. They didn't have sex, which was not unusual, as that was why they were seeking counselling. However, as they lay in bed in the darkness, they talked quietly about Charlotte's obvious discomfort. "What did you two talk about?" Tim asked. "He told me that I was so beautiful that I needed to understand the effect I have on men," Charlotte said. "That doesn't sound so bad," Tim said, "and it is true." "Yes, I know I'm attractive," Charlotte said hesitantly, since she was uncomfortable with being immodest, "but, Tim, I'm not sure we should go back to see Dr Castle." "Why not?" Tim asked. "He stirred up feelings in me," Charlotte said, "Feelings that scare me." Tim thought about that for a long time before responding. "I've never been to a therapist before," Tim said, "but I think that the idea is to confront ideas that are uncomfortable. I think as long as you think there's some truth in it, you should explore your feelings." Charlotte quietly cried in the dark, and although Tim could only barely hear it, he knew that's what she was doing. He held her tight and comforted her. "I'm willing to go through anything to make you happy, baby, but we won't go back there if you don't want to. Think about it for a few days, and let me know." The next day at breakfast, Charlotte still didn't want to go back to see Dr Castle, and wanted to call to cancel their next appointment. However, Tim was insistent that she hadn't thought about it for long enough. Charlotte cried a little more, and got angry at Tim for not understanding her feelings. However, Tim was gentle and understanding, and calmed her down. He asked her to just be a little more patient, since the feelings from the first appointment were still fresh. Just wait one more day and if she still didn't want to go, then he would definitely cancel, no more questions asked. Tim turned out to be on to something, as the next day when they spoke about it, Charlotte wasn't as sure. She kept asking Tim if he was sure he wanted to go back, and she seemed to be looking for him to make a decision. It was if she wanted him to call it off. She needed him to call it off because she wasn't feeling strong enough. Tim, however, took this as a sign that whatever issues she and Dr Castle had discussed, they needed to be addressed, so Tim said they should go back. As the days went by, Charlotte's attitude changed. She not only agreed she wanted to go back, she started to become impatient for the next session. She said she could see now that she needed to undergo Dr Castle's therapy, and that it would be for the best. Tim was excited, as it meant that maybe the issues that were between them were finally on the way to being solved. At the next session, they sat together in Dr Castle's office. Charlotte was looking extremely hot, in tight jean shorts and a white tank top. She was showing a lot of skin, and Tim could hardly take his eyes off her. In spite of being married, and in spite of his difficulties in the bedroom, he still felt excitement when he looked at Charlotte, and when she turned up the sexiness, he was just as captivated as any other man. "Can I go first this time?" Charlotte asked Dr Castle. "No," Dr Castle explained. "There is a procedure to this, and I'm afraid it's important that I talk to Tim first. Please wait outside. We will try not to be too long. Charlotte walked out of the office, and Tim turned to watch her perfectly shape ass swing from side to side as she went out the door. "Now, Tim," Dr Castle said, "I want to hear more about how you and Charlotte met. She's quite a catch. How is it you came to be with her?" "We were friends since junior high," Tim said, "but just friends. Of course, she was a cheerleader and dated the most popular boys. I knew her because I tutored her in history, and we got to talking. After a while, she would confide in me, and she thought of me like a brother. That was kind of rough, because I wanted her so bad. I would cry at home knowing that she was out on dates and probably having sex with these other guys, and then she would even tell me about it after." "She would tell you about the sex she had with other boys?" Dr Castle asked. "No," Tim said, "not directly. She would tell me more about the relationships and what was going well and what wasn't. I don't think she knew how much it would hurt me to hear about her having sex with other men, but she just didn't talk about it because it was a little too private, even though we were close. Of course, I could figure out from the things she said what was going on." "It must have been emasculating for her to treat you like one of her girlfriends," Dr Castle said. "It was," Tim agreed. "For years, from junior high all the way through to the end of college, she was with other men, and sometimes I would even be out with them and have to see her being happy with other guys." "Did you masturbate," Dr Castle asked, "while thinking of her?" Tim squirmed in his seat. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing to talk about, but he thought he needed to not hold back. "Yes, a lot," Tim said. "I had a few dates and a couple of relationships. They never went that well because deep down I only wanted Charlotte. So I ended up masturbating a lot." "Tell me, Tim," Dr Castle leaned forward, "did you use any triggers for your masturbation?" Tim looked confused, so Dr Castle went on, "Ah, sorry, I sometimes use psychological terminology when I should be more clear. A trigger is something you use to evoke the image of Charlotte. Often it's a picture, but sometimes it can be an article of clothing, or a memento of some kind." "I have a scrapbook," Tim said. "A whole scrapbook?" Dr Castle said, surprised. "It didn't start out like that," Tim added quickly, "I mean, I had some pictures of her that we took together, hanging out. And then there were some pictures of her from the high school annual, and then she did some modelling and stuff for a while, so I had some magazine pictures. They were in a box I kept." "Then later you assembled it into a scrap book?" Dr Castle asked. "Charlotte did," Tim said, and seeing that Dr Castle wasn't following, he continued on. "When I finally became Charlotte's boyfriend, I showed her the box of pictures I had, and she loved it. She was so flattered. She was the one who put them all into a scrap book. It didn't fill up the book, though, so then from that point on, it became a collection of all sorts of things we did together. Instead of pictures of just her, it was pictures of me and her. I know a scrap book seems like something a girl would do, but actually I like it because it kind of tells a story. It goes from me just hopelessly longing for her to actually getting the girl. We still keep it updated, so it's got lots of memories in it." "I understand completely," Dr Castle said approvingly. "Would you say the scrap book has become symbolic of your relationship with Charlotte? That it reminds you of your success, your journey from hopeless unrequited love to having got the girl, and affirms her relationship with you?" "Yes," Tim said, realizing that was true. He hadn't ever specifically thought of it that way, but now that Dr Castle was describing it that way, Tim could see that's exactly what the scrapbook was, a symbolic representation of his relationship with Charlotte. "I guess a part of me still can't believe that I'm with such an incredible woman. She's not just beautiful, but fun and friendly, and looking at that scrap book reminds me that yes, I actually am with her." "I would like to see that scrap book next time you come in," Dr Castle said, "but for now I just want to hear the end of the story. You were friends with Charlotte for so many years, and then how did you turn the corner to become her lover?" "It was just after college, and she just had a really bad break up," Tim said. "A lot of the guys she was with treated her badly, they all wanted to show her off as a trophy and not get to know her. After this one breakup, she came to me for comfort. We ended up sleeping together, and I think it happened just because she was vulnerable. The next day, though, instead of regretting it, she said that maybe she had been going for the wrong type of guys. Maybe she needed a guy who was nice. So from then on, we've been together. We got married eight months later." "I see," said Dr Castle, thinking deeply. "Would you say then, that you feel like you ended up with Charlotte because of time and circumstance in such a way that won't happen with any other woman? That women as beautiful as Charlotte date other men, and that if you hadn't grown up alongside her, you'd never get this close? That if you lose Charlotte, this kind of opportunity won't happen again?" "Yes," Tim said weakly. Tim couldn't believe how Dr Castle seemed to just cut right to the point and say things that captured how Tim felt. "I guess I do feel like that. It makes me not very confident around her. I worry about losing her." "That, Tim," Dr Castle said, "is part of the problem. Next time you come in we'll pick up from here and talk about your fears of losing her. However, our time is up and I must see Charlotte now. Before I do, though, I'm going to recommend some medication for you." "Medication?" Tim asked, surprised. "You think my problem might be physical?" "The issue is that you are too mentally stimulated," Dr Castle, "or to put it one way, thinking too much. Which in turn causes you to be physically under-stimulated. I'm just going to give you a very mild medication that will help alleviate that imbalance. Just to help things along a little. It's a natural medication, and there are no side effects." "Alright," Tim said. "Are you going to give me a prescription?" "No need," Dr Castle said, and then he pointed to a small machine on his desk. It kind of looked like a white plastic coffee maker, and was about the same size. "I'm certified to dispense a limited amount of medication. This little machine here fills and sorts capsules, so I can give you the pills directly. I prefer that over going to pharmacist, because then I can control exactly what I'm giving out. Just come back in after my session with Charlotte and I'll have them ready for you." Tim nodded and shook Dr Castle's hand. He went out to the waiting area where he hugged Charlotte, feeling her massive and firm breasts pressing against him, and then she disappeared inside. This time Tim brought a book to kill the time while Charlotte was with Dr Castle, but it still seemed to take forever. Tim almost got up to walk in and check to see how much longer they were going to be, but when he did, Julie, the receptionist stood up and said she would check for him. Tim sat down, and then Julie came back out and informed him they wouldn't be much longer. Finally, Julie ushered Tim in, and he found Charlotte sitting in a chair in front of Dr Castle's desk, while Dr Castle was in his chair, working with his pill dispensing machine. He was holding a small orange plastic pill container held underneath an overhanging part, the same way one would hold a paper cup underneath a water cooler. The machine made a rattling and whirring sound as small white pills were dropping into the orange container. After only a few moments, the machine stopped, and Dr Castle placed a white cap on the container. "I've explained to Charlotte about the pills," Dr Castle said, handing them to Tim. "She's going to make sure you take them. Two in the morning, two at night." The Marriage Counselor I stared at the text message on my phone as my son played alone in the sandbox. 'Having a wonderful time. Thank you for everything,' it read. Innocuous enough if anyone read it, but like an onion there were dozens of hidden layers. The simple truth was that my friend was thanking me for saving her marriage. That's right, without a degree, without any experience (except gut), without couples counseling, I had managed to keep her twenty year marriage together. The story began two years ago when I met Jack and Jill (no, that is not their names but us counselors have to keep patient privilege) at a munch. I had with a casual top when my son was with his dad. The guy was getting on my nerves and I knew he would not last much longer but that was what the 'dating' world was like, especially when you already have two strikes against you (two failed marriages that is). But it was better than staying at home alone and watching reality television, wasn't it? Anyway we met Jack and Jill, who led the local BDSM munch at the pub where it was held. No one else showed up though. So after talking for a bit, they asked us back to their house for coffee. We had been there about half an hour when Jill started to feel unwell. I will never forget how quickly this big bear of a man moved to get to her side. Or the sight of the Master kneeling before the sub. But most of all it was the look on his face. The closest I can come to describing it is love-sick like Mister Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. It took my breath away and changed my life forever. I knew exactly what I wanted then...a man who looked at me like that after twenty years together. Anyway as you do when you do not live close together, Jill and I floated in and out of one another's lives. We became friends on a social networking site. We exchanged mobile numbers and texted a couple of times a month. I shared with her how much that night had meant to me. But she seemed less than impressed with her husband, who had become my proto-type of both a Master and a man. We continued this on again off again friendship for almost a year without seeing one another. Then one day about a year later, I texted to ask how things were going and the flood gates of Hades itself exploded on me. I was not prepared for what was to come. That morning I was to learn that Jill had been having an affair. Not just any affair though, no, she had actually accepted another man's collar behind her husband's back. Now, if you are not into BDSM you might ask 'so what's the big deal?' Well, collars are signs of deep commitment, sort of like marriage. Since she already wore her husband's collar, she was basically not only cheating but committing bigamy. I was gob-smacked and gutted. How could this woman throw away something so fucking special? Why would you cheat on a man that so obviously loved you to pieces? To make matters worse, who she cheated on him with! The guy that I had gone to the munch with. And trust me, I knew enough about his skills as a Dom and a lover to honestly say he was not worth destroying your twenty year marriage over. But this silly cow was crying over text message to me because he had ditched her for another of our friends. When she had the perfect Master! I was mad. I mean really mad. Of course, I was mad at her. Listening to all her silly excuses for why she cheated: he was away on business too much (well, duh, you go through money like it was water), his dick wasn't big enough (yeah, well, neither was the other guy's), he didn't make her feel special anymore (kneeling at your feet and looking at you like that don't make you feel special?). I was like those silly cartoon characters with smoke coming out of my ears as I listened to how she would be better off dead if so-and-so did not want her anymore. But it was not just her that I was mad at, I was angry with fate as well. Why was it that all the decent guys in this world ended up with selfish bitches that spent their money and cheated on them? Who never appreciated what they did for them or gave them? While I ended up with jerks who cut and run at the first sign of trouble? Who cheated on me even when I did everything I could to save the marriage? It just was not fair. For about five minutes, I sat there lost in anger and hatred. I thought about telling her to go and off herself then. That she was right, he and their kids would be better off without her cheating, lying self. I thought too about emailing him. Sending him copies of our text messages. She deserved it right? And maybe she did. But he did not. And the rotten stinking truth that I hated to admit was that if she left or especially if she committed suicide this good guy would be gutted. So for his sake and because that is the kind of person I am, I started to help my friend pick up the pieces of the mess that she had made of her life. It was not easy. First of all, I had to stare into my own green-eyed monster and admit how jealous I was of her. Even as I listened almost every day, sometimes several times a day to how bad her life was. How she had no friends. How her house was not big enough, nice enough. How he did not make enough money (even though my son and I survived on less than a third of what they made). How she could not come without so-and-so. But I did and I grew as a friend and a person. I got her to reading some books on self-development, personal growth and even on marriage. I got her back to the hobby that had first bound us together (no, not BDSM): painting. I kept her busy. I held her hand through dozens, maybe hundreds, of temper tantrums that would have done my three year old proud. Guess what? She grew into a better and happier person, wife and mother. Was she suddenly Missus Perfect? No way! She still was too vane, too materialistic, too self-centered. But the important thing was that she began to see her marriage and her life for what it was...not so damned bad after all. She stopped complaining that he never made love to her and started sucking her husband's cock like she should. She started doing little things for him too like running him baths and massaging his feet. Telling him how much she appreciated everything he did for them. It worked. They were off on a family holiday slash second honeymoon. Yet still she took the time to text me. The sun got in my eyes and I had to wipe the moisture away. "Hey, no crying!" said my husband as he and our son tossed sand at me. Oh yeah, as I was 'making' my friend read all those books on marriage that I thought I knew ALL about, I discovered a few things myself. Like not always complaining when your husband does not spend enough time with the kids. Like being grateful he does work so fucking hard so you can stay home and raise them. And with that knowledge, we had made a fresh start. You see in the process of saving my friend's marriage I had discovered that perfect marriages are not always what they seem. But then too 'bad' ones are not always as hopeless as all that. If you are willing to put some effort into them. The truth was that by saving my friend's marriage I had saved my own. Two for the price of one. Not bad for an amateur? Who knows once my son starts school I might go back to university myself to become a real marriage counselor? The Marriage Counselor Ch. 01 Our marriage was falling apart and our sex life was nonexistent. We barely talked let alone had sex and everything was going downhill fast. It was I who suggested going to a marriage counselor, she didn't seem to care but said she would go one time. As we sat in her office telling her our problems I felt that maybe the counselor cared more for my wife's feelings than mine. She told us that in most cases the problems in marriages were the husbands fault. Of course my wife agreed with this and me, well I just kept my mouth shut. Then she asked us about our sex life, as she looked at me she asked my wife if I ever satisfied her. My wife said that was a laugh, "His equipment is female satisfaction challenged." My face turned red and I started to protest but the counselor held her hand to stop me. she said, "You will get a chance to speak later" and then to my wife, "So you say his equipment is small? I like that term , equipment, it implies a tool that you can work with." "That is just what I'm saying he doesn't have tools, he has little boy's toys." The counselor laughed at that. Then she turned to me, "And what do you have to say about this?" I began to deny what my wife was talking about and again the counselor held up her hand to silence me. "Talk is cheap, stand up and let me judge for myself. Come, stand up and pull down your pants, let's just have a look at your toys." I didn't want to do this but my wife said, "You're the one that wanted to come here, now do what she says." I slowly go up, then undid my pants and my wife just reached over and yanked them down. So there I was standing in front of two women with my pants around my ankles. Talk about red faced I had forgotten that I had worn a pair of my wife panties. "God damn it your wearing my panties again you pervert." "Yes dear, I'm sorry. I was just enjoying the feeling of them on my groin and I forgot to take them off." The counselor said, "This is not that rare, lots of men with small genitals like to wear women panties, it makes them feel like they have a large clitoris instead of a small penis. OK well pull down your wife's panties and let us have a look." I reluctantly did what I was told. I don't know why but I had an erection. The counselor reached over and took my member in her hand. "What kind of satisfaction do you give your wife with this?" As she was talking she was pulling my member, quickly I told her to stop or I might have an accident. "You mean you are small and you have no control, is that what your are saying? Does this excite you having a stranger rubbing your little member in front of your wife?" "Please stop, I can't hold back much longer." "That's OK you just be a good little boy and spurt your nasty juice in my hand." And that is just what I did. I was so embarrassed, there I was with my pants around my ankles wearing my wife's panties and Cumming in the counselor's hand and especially when my wife started laughing at me. "OK let's have a look at your ejaculate. This is pretty puny, this is all you have? Have you already masturbated today?" I hung my head and nodded yes. My wife said "You are a little pervert aren't you? Did you jack off in my panties?" Again I nodded yes "But I was careful not to spill any on your underwear." The counselor said "You mean panties. Ladies wear panties men wear underware." She put her hand up to my face "Does this smell like a man's sperm to you?" I didn't know what to say so I said nothing. "You don't know? Well what if I put some in your mouth would you be able to tell me if it tasted like a man's sperm?" Then she said that maybe I didn't know what a man's sperm was like and then wiped her hand on a tissue. She sat the tissue on her desk and then to my wife she said, "I can see he is no good to you as a man but how is his oral technique? Can he satisfy you with his tongue?" "No as soon as he starts getting me close he gets so excited he cums all over the bed. I get so mad I always make him sleep in the wet spot." "Well I guess the only thing I have left to ask you is why are you still with him? He seems to be worthless as a man to you." This really scared me I couldn't think of life without my wife. I knelt at her feet and pleaded, "Please don't leave me I will do anything to keep you. Whatever you want, if you want to find a lover it's OK, anything you want, just please stay with me." My wife said, "I don't need your permission to have lovers I already have lovers. How do you think I get my satisfaction? I hope you don't think I jack off like you." The counselor broke in, "Look at that, you tell him you are being satisfied by real men and he get another erection." I stood up and my dick was sticking straight out. She went on "I think your husband gets aroused by humiliation. If he doesn't make you sick to your stomach by his antics maybe you could use him as a servant instead of a husband. Anyway that is the end of today's session please make another appointment and we will see if we can save this marriage. Oh and you can take this with you," and handed the tissue she had cleaned her hand with to me. The Marriage Counselor Ch. 02 I walked into our second session at the marriage counselor, behind my Wife, already a defeated man. This was a different office than our last visit. My Wife sat on a huge overstuffed chair that almost looked like a throne and I sat on a stool beside her. It made me think of Queens and their handmaidens, with the queen on her throne and handmaidens at their side ready to serve their mistress. In reality, I think that is how I felt, there to serve my Queen. The counselor asked my wife if she liked this office, and my wife replied in the affirmative. She then said she used this office for couples who knew who led the marriage and this seating arrangement helped enforce the idea of who was in charge. "So tell me what has transpired in your relationship since your last visit?" My Wife said, "I don't know about wimpy here but I believe we have made great progress. If you remember on our last visit he claimed he would do anything to save our marriage and I have been testing him to just see how far he will go." " And you" she said looking at me, "What are your thoughts on how your marriage has progressed?" " I cannot believe the humiliation and degradation I have gone through. I have to stay at home and do the housework and the laundry while she goes out to be with her lover." My Wife said, "If you're unhappy you can move out." I fell to my knees in front of my wife, begging her not to say things like that, and that she knew I could never leave her. This made her chuckle. "Now let's wait on decisions like that until latter. Now stand up and let us see just unhappy you are." As I stood the counselor came over and just undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles. " And what is this, something new? Are you wearing 'big girl panties'? You don't seem to be unhappy, look at this little erection you have." She fondled me as she talked and as my face reddened my Wife said, "As soon as we left here last time I told him that pretty panties were for pretty girls so we went right to Sears and bought him some big girl panties all in white and in his size too. He was so cute; his face kept getting redder and redder as I held them up to him to see if they would fit. The sales lady was so helpful she said I could send him to one of their dressing rooms to make sure they fit. Then just to be mean I made him come out and show the sales lady how they fit. He had such a cute little erection pushing out the front of his new panties. I told the sales lady we would take five pair and could she please throw out the ones he was wearing because he had stretched them out so much with his big butt I would never wear them again. I told him I was going to send him to his momma's house so she could teach him to stitch his name in them" "How has your ejaculate been? Are you still masturbating a lot? Well let's see how you are doing." She was again rubbing me, and oh it felt so good. This time I knew that she wanted me to cum; it was so exciting right there in front of my wife so I didn't hold back. I think I spurted in about three strokes. She kept telling me what a good boy I was being. " This sample is still so watery I can tell you are still playing with yourself too much. She reached for a tissue then stopped. "Let's stop making 'Kleenex Babies', I think you should start recycling" And with that she put her hand up to my mouth. I recoiled with disgust so she put her finger in the middle of my cum and then wiped her finger across her my lips. " Here just try a little taste you will get used to it and you might even learn to like it." My Wife instructed me to clean her hand, so defeated again I stuck my tongue and licked her palm. The counselor said, "Now don't swallow it yet, it will help you get used to the taste if you hold it in your mouth for a while. That's a good boy." I was so embarrassed; there I stood with my pants around my legs and my dick sticking out of my panties with a mouth full of cum and cum drying on my lips. Then she said to my wife "Has he improved any on his oral techniques?" "I have had him practicing; before I let him go to sleep, he must try to give me three orgasms. I will say he has improved but I don't have many three-orgasm nights. Well at least not with him anyway. And that's the funny thing about him putting up such a fuss about eating his own cum, I can't even tell how much of my lover's cum he has eaten in the last few weeks." My head spun around, I swallowed and tried to protest, but I gagged on my own cum and almost threw up. My Wife said, "Now isn't that strange; he just laps up my lover's cum, and believe me it is always more than a palm full and now his own little spurt makes him sick." Finally I got my retching under control "But I never knew what I was eating, I thought you were just extra wet." " Well I think we are making progress in this relationship. As for advice, I feel that you should look into a chastity cage of some kind. Maybe that will keep his hands off his little toy except when you can supervise. If you need help picking one out talk to Carol out front when you make your next appointment, she will give you a catalog. So until next time good luck" As my wife talked to the receptionist, I noticed the young lady staring at me, then I remembered all the dried cum on my lips. There was nothing I could do but lick them clean. "Carol would you go through the catalog with him? Make sure he picks out one that is not too big." This was completely humiliating to me, this young woman showing me devices for my privates. She went on talking about comfort and ease of cleaning as if we were talking about a pair of shoes. I turned around to protest to my wife but she was not in the room. I went back to the office and saw my wife and our counselor in what could only be called a romantic embrace as they kissed each other deeply. The Marriage Counselor Ch. 02 "I would never fucking let that happen to me!" Jay said with a slightly drunken slur. "And if something like that did happen, I would fucking kill the asshole, and the bitch who fucking cheated on me, and all the stupid cunts who go along with him. I wouldn't fucking care if I went to prison the rest of my life or got the chair! Some things a man can't let happen to him. You gotta fucking stand up for yourself, even if it means paying the price!" Tim was regretting confiding in Jay. Partly because Jay just didn't understand. Partly because Jay was raising his voice loud enough in the bar to be heard by other people, and Tim certainly didn't want to have anyone else know about his situation. After his short time in prison, Tim decided he needed to move to another state and start over. His criminal record didn't go away, which made it a little harder to find work, but he felt better about being somewhere where everything was just different. No places to remind him of times he spent with Charlotte, no people to run into who knew him from before. He found anonymity in a large city in the mid west, where he got work as a courier, driving a truck around all day long. It was mostly work by himself, except for the times in the service center, where he would pick up the packages to deliver and have morning meetings with the managers and other drivers. That's where he met Jay, who was a supervisor, but they got along. Jay was a just a little taller than Tim, and much more fit. He was an energetic, intense man who never shied away from giving his opinion. Jay was married to a beautiful wife named Raquel. Raquel was of southern European descent, with jet black hair and pale white skin. Her eyes were narrow and dark, and her lips were full but with a sharpness to them that made them incredibly sexy. She was curvaceous but very fit and muscular. Her tits were enormous, the size of volleyballs. They were firm enough to stand out from her chest even without the help of a bra, but jiggled seductively with even the slightest movements. Even women and the most conscientious of men could not help but stare slack jawed at her impressive cleavage. Jay once invited Tim to come over for dinner, and as soon as Tim arrived and saw Jay's incredibly sexy wife Raquel, he made an excuse and left immediately without even having gone any further into the house than the entrance way. After that, Tim completely avoided all circumstances that would involve him meeting Jay's wife. Jay and Tim would often hang out for drinks, though, and they got closer as buddies, which made Tim's avoidance of Jay's wife more and more noticeable. Then, one night at their regular hangout, Jay pressed Tim to confess what it was that bothered him so much about Raquel. Tim resisted as much as he could. In the end, though, it wasn't Jay's insistence that broke through, it was that Tim had never told anyone what happened with him and Charlotte and the evil Dr Castle. It felt good to let it all out, as painful and embarrassing as it was to talk about. Tim explained the whole situation of how he had been tricked into eating Dr Castle's cum-pills, how Dr Castle had been fucking his wife every time Tim and Charlotte went to see him while Tim sat like an idiot in the waiting room, how Dr Castle had a whole relationship with Charlotte outside the office, and how Tim had been pissed on and cum on while Charlotte and Dr Castle laughed and fucked in front of him. Tim then explained how the whole betrayal and hurt had left him unable to trust anyone again, and had a deep resentment to women, especially beautiful ones. Jay's wife was just too good looking for Tim to ignore, and he couldn't be around her for all the feelings she inspired. Jay was slack jawed for most of the story. Several times he said things like, "Bullshit!" and, "No fucking way!" Not because he thought Tim was a liar, or that anyone would even want to make up a story like that about themselves, but it was just so incredible that it was hard to accept. At the end, though, Jay was worked up into a frenzy of anger on behalf of Tim. Jay seemed even slightly more worked up because of a frustration that Tim did not seem to do enough to either defend himself in the first place or to get revenge after. "What could I do?" Tim asked. "I had no idea people could be so completely evil! I mean, hindsight is twenty-twenty. It's easy now to look back and say I should have done this or done that. At the time, though, I couldn't see the signs because it wasn't like just ordinary cheating that you might suspect. It was a whole evil plan that was more than I ever could imagine." Jay opened his mouth to respond, but then closed his mouth again. He obviously thought that Tim should have seen something was wrong from earlier, but he could see that he wouldn't win this argument since he wasn't there and the details were everything. "Once I was injected with whatever it was that paralyzed me," Tim continued, "I couldn't stop what he did. I was physically unable. I wanted to fucking kill him, believe me." "You should have fucking hunted him down after!" Jay said. "Hunted his fucking ass down and held him at gunpoint and pissed right in his fucking face! Then you fucking shoot him and all his fucking bitches!" "I tried looking for him," Tim said. "Believe me, it was all I did for months. I did everything I could think of. I paid money for a detective agency, I went to the police, I searched as much as I could on my own." "What did the police say?" Jay asked. "They filed a report," Tim said, "but they didn't really follow up. A lawyer explained to me that technically, fucking another man's wife for months is not a crime, or even doing it in front of him. Also, I technically gave my consent for the drug that paralyzed me. The pissing and stuff could technically be assault, except that I didn't keep any evidence, and the agreement I signed when I signed up for the counselling turned out to cover so-called 'unconventional treatments'. Even if they found him, it was unclear if I could even sue him for malpractice." "What about his medical license?" Jay asked. "They guy must be registered somewhere. You could track him that way." "Dr Castle turned out to be some kind of alias," Tim said. "The detective I hired tried to go that route, but somehow this Castle guy, whatever his real name is, managed to acquire a legitimate license but with a false name. The guy knows how to cover his tracks. He must also be connected somehow." "If the law can't help you," Jay said, "then I've got some friends named Smith and Wesson that can!" "I don't even know if the guy is still in this country," Tim said, "and even if he is, this country is fucking huge when you think about it. He could be anywhere, and he said he's done what he did to me before, so he probably has a whole system for staying hidden." "Fuck that!" Jay said. "We're going to find this asshole and you'll get your revenge! He can't just fucking disappear." "I don't know," Tim said looking tired, "It's been almost two years and I'm still not over it, but I've finally learned to look to the future for a change. I think I just want to put it behind me now." "If a guy took my wife like that," Jay said, slamming his empty beer bottle down on the table, "I would spend the rest of my life fucking searching for the guy. No. No rest until this guy is fucking dead." "Jay," Tim said, "I really appreciate you wanting to get my back, but murder? I've got a new life now. I don't want to go to prison." "Maybe not murder then," Jay said, with no less intensity, "but something. Hold him at gunpoint and piss on him like he pissed on you. Do something, just so he knows he can't get away with that shit Scot free!" "It's not just that," Tim said. "What about your wife?" Tim said, a little hesitant because he knew the implications of the question were likely to get Jay even more riled up. "I never thought Charlotte would betray me that way. If you get to close to Dr Castle, he might go after your wife." Jay clenched his fists and scowled as if he might punch Tim for even asking. His face went red with a rage that originated in a deep, primal part of him. However, somehow Jay managed to restrain his gut reaction and see that Tim was sincerely scared, and if anything, scared on behalf of Jay. "Holy shit, Tim!" Jay practically yelled. "This guy did a fucking number on your head. He's messed with your mind. He's not some kind of fucking wizard that can cast spells and make women just fucking want to fuck him. My wife and I have a good, solid relationship. I'm sorry that shit didn't work with you and your wife, but there was something there that made it happen like that, something that isn't normal in most relationships." "That's what I thought!" Tim said, tears forming at the edges of his eyes. "Don't you get it? I was as convinced as you that Charlotte and I were in love. I would have bet my life on it." Jay could see the heartbreaking sincerity of Tim's words and decided that to make accusations that there was something wrong in Tim's relationship to have made it possible was only going to make Tim feel worse. Jay decided to drop that part of it, even though he still thought it was true. However, Jay was no about to concede that there was any way that something like that could happen to him and Raquel. "My wife would never fucking do anything like that, let's just be clear about that," Jay said angrily. "But, just hypothetically, if was with a woman that did anything like that, I would slap some fucking sense into her, and fuck her until she begged to be back together with me. A woman has to know who is the man in her life. Raquel is hot and gets a lot of attention, but she has no fucking doubt about who is her man. She knows, like anyone who meets her or me will know, that if anyone touches her I will fucking kill them, and if she strays she will get put back in her place! That's how you keep a hot woman loyal. And that's how you keep a shit like this Dr Castle asshole from touching her." Tim wanted to protest, thinking that he also could never have imagined Charlotte doing what she did, but obviously pursuing the topic would only make Jay more worked up, so Tim moved on. "What am I supposed to do?" "You mean, what are WE going to do!" Jay said, and he reached across to put his hand on Tim's shoulder. "I'm going to help you with this, Tim. It's the right thing to do. I'm going to help you find this guy. I'm giving you my word that we are going to go all the way with this together." "Okay," Tim said, not entirely convinced, "but where do we start? I've tried to find this guy already so many ways. I don't even have a picture of him." "Just leave it to me," Jay said. The next day at work, it was as if the conversation never happened. Tim thought that maybe Jay was just worked up with alcohol and forgot about it after. They didn't speak about it for a couple weeks. Tim deliberately avoided the topic, and Jay never gave an indication that he was doing anything. Then, a little less than a month later, Jay stopped Tim in the changing room just after work, when the other drivers had already gone home. "I've found him," Jay said. It was so little, that Tim wasn't even sure for a moment what Jay meant. Jay just stood there, waiting for a reaction, and the silence and seriousness of Jay's demeanor made Tim come to the full realization. He was filled with both surprise and, surprisingly, fear. It was going back to a place in his life and his heart that had only ever hurt before. "You did?" Tim said. "How? When? Where did you," Tim got so worked up that his voice suddenly came to a stop and he looked at Jay with a slack jawed, wide eyed stare. Jay stayed silent for a bit, savoring the moment. "I had two advantages over you," Jay said calmly. "One, I have no history. The guy must have contacts in places that help him get his licenses and clients and whatever else he needs to stay in business. So if you call up looking for him, maybe you get one of his buddies on the phone and so they block you. Me, though, they don't know." "The other thing," Jay continued, "is that I have a hot wife. So I called around, not looking to find a doctor, but just telling people about my wife and making up problems." "You used your wife as bait?" Tim said with terror in his eyes. "Jay, you shouldn't have done that! You're risking too much!" "Fuck, Tim!" Jay said, throwing his hands in the air with exasperation. "You just don't get it, do you? What happened to you wasn't just this Dr Castle asshole. It was him AND your wife! She was part of it! He didn't do some magic spell on her, she betrayed you because that's the type of person she turned out to be. Not every woman is like that. My wife is not like that. There's no risk!" "Does she know?" Tim asked. "Who, Raquel?" Jay asked. "Yes, does she know you used her as bait for this?" Tim asked. "I told her about it," Jay said. He could see that Tim was about to protest that Jay broke a promise not to talk about it, so Jay quickly continued. "I didn't tell her all the shit they did to you. Don't worry. I just told her that your wife left you for this other guy, that he was your marriage counselor, and that what he did was so wrong because he abused the trust of being your counselor. She totally sympathizes. She doesn't know how bad we want to get this guy, but she does know we want to go find him." "What does she think we want to do?" Tim asked. "I don't know," Jay said, "I think she can probably guess we're going to maybe beat him up or something, but she doesn't want to know too much, and she thinks he deserves it anyway." "Jay, I'm begging you," Tim said, "don't put her in front of him." "Tim," Jay said as if forcing himself to stay in control, "you need to meet my wife. See that she's not like how Charlotte was. I think you need to meet her because you need to see that Charlotte was a bad apple. Normal women don't just go fuck some other guy. You need to see that not only so you can see how much Charlotte was to blame, but also so you can maybe start to trust women again. You must get back into the game, man." "Jay," Tim said, "I'm not saying anything about your wife. I know she's a good woman. Women like her just remind me of what happened, that's all." "I know, but you've got to get over that," Jay said. "I'm not taking no for an answer. You have to come visit me and my wife before we go after Dr Castle and Charlotte, because you need to be in the right state of mind." "Fine," Tim said, "I'll spend some time with you and your wife. Just promise me she won't be involved in this." "We don't have to involve her. She'll never even know what he looks like," Jay said. "I have an address for the guy. It's like an office or something. It's better to have as little contact as possible. We just go and wait him out." "He's in town?" Tim asked. "No," Jay said. "He's in the south west. We'll have to go there, take some time off work." "I don't know," Tim said. "Don't get cold feet now," Jay said. "I spent forever looking for this guy. Don't you want revenge on him? I mean, what he did to you man! You can't forgive that!" Tim shuddered a little as he had a flashback. For a moment in his mind he saw Dr Castle laughing as he sprayed cum in Tim's face, with Charlotte helping to aim his cock. She was laughing too. "You're right," Tim said, with resolve. "What's the plan?" Over the next few weeks, they went back and forth on the plan. Overall, it was simple. Abduct Dr Castle, hold him at gunpoint, and humiliate him. There were lots of details within that, though, that they discussed at almost every moment they could talk without being overheard. Tim was sure that he wanted to piss on Dr Castle. However, Dr Castle had cum on Tim, and Tim wanted payback for that too, but it was harder to imagine how to do that. Jerking off and cumming on another man was far too gay. Getting a woman to get Tim off seemed difficult because it would be hard to bring another woman into the plan. There was also the question of how much Tim should beat Dr Castle up. Permanently injure him? Kill him? Tim's answer would vary on his mood. When he had uncomfortable flashbacks to that fateful day with Dr Castle, he would want to kill him. Other times, though, when Tim was just going about his work and life, he imagined how there was the risk of getting caught or arrested or something, he would think that Dr Castle was not worth ruining his life for. The issue of Charlotte was a lot more difficult. Part of Tim wanted to rape her, but that wasn't really the point. He wanted Charlotte to want him so that he could dump her. Sometimes Tim would fantasize that showing how much stronger he was than Dr Castle would make her return to him, because maybe that was the thing that made her turn to Dr Castle. Maybe she had a thing for the stronger male. However, Tim knew deep down that it wouldn't be enough to just have Charlotte in the room when he humiliated Dr Castle. Dr Castle took months to prepare his moment in front of Tim. Setting up all the circumstances was just beyond Tim's resources. Jay would ask what to do about Charlotte, and Tim would hedge and haw. Jay was sure that Tim still wanted her, and that he couldn't commit to just slapping her around, or throwing acid in her face, or some of the other extreme ideas Jay had, because secretly Tim still wanted her. Jay could understand the feeling, because it wasn't just about having been in love with her. It was about losing. To get her back would be to win some kind of grand game over Dr Castle. Tim didn't want to be the loser, and Jay could understand that. Jay was fine with letting Tim flip flop about what to do about Charlotte. For Jay, Dr Castle was the target. Somehow, this mission they had made for themselves made Jay feel like he had a righteous purpose. It was like hunting terrorists or saving people from burning buildings. That Dr Castle had done nothing to Jay directly meant nothing. Dr Castle was evil in a way that inspired a feeling of justice in Jay like he rarely felt. For Jay, there was no doubt that the mission was to kill Dr Castle. He made up his mind that he would have the gun loaded, ready to go, and if need be, if Tim couldn't handle it, Jay would shoot Dr Castle anyway. The only way out for Dr Castle was to beg or somehow show himself to be weak and sad enough for Jay to grant mercy. No mistake, though, the base line plan was to kill the monster. Due to the company they worked at not having enough staff, it was hard for them to arrange a week off at the same time, but with a lot of insistence and negotiating, they managed to book the time. They were going to drive to Arizona so they could easily bring Jay's gun with them. The only thing left to cover was Jay's insistence that Tim meet Raquel. Tim avoided it for a long time, but one night, he ran out of excuses. He came over for dinner, and sat awkwardly across the dinner table from Raquel, while Jay did most of the talking. Tim was polite, and tried, but would either stare too much at Raquel or obviously deliberately avoid looking at her. Jay suggested they sit out on the porch, and Tim jumped at the chance to leave the room. When he got outside, he heard some talking behind him. Then, as he sat down on one of the chairs, he was surprised to see Raquel come out alone. "Isn't Jay coming?" Tim asked. "I wanted to talk to you alone," Raquel said, and she sat down in the chair beside Tim. When she sat, she raised her arms to tie her hair back into a pony tail, using a small band she had around her wrist. The position made her huge breasts stand up and out, and Tim couldn't help but gawk. She smiled a little, noticing Tim's gaze, and he immediately felt guilty and looked down. "It's okay, Tim. Guys look at my chest all the time." The Marriage Counselor Ch. 02 "It's different for me," Tim said. "You're a lot like my wife. She was so beautiful. She also had huge, er, breasts too, and guys always looked at her. You remind me of her. A little too much." "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Raquel said, lowering her voice to a soft and concerned tone. "Jay has told me about what happened. How she betrayed you and now you have a hard time trusting women. Take it from me, Tim, she was a bad apple. Most women aren't like that. Not like that at all." "I want to believe that," Tim said, looking down, but unable to stop himself from stealing glances at her tits, especially when she moved a little and they jiggled subtly. "I want to, but the thing is that I can tell you like to be looked at. You like the attention." "To be honest," Raquel said, "I do. Sometimes. Sometimes creepy guys will follow me around or things like that happen. However, when I think about it, I'd rather have too much attention than too little. Some of my girlfriends are kind of plain looking, and they don't get enough attention, or complain they can't meet the right guys. I know that if there was a guy I wanted to meet, I would never have to worry that he would come talk to me." "That's what I'm talking about," Tim said. "It's that power you have to draw men in and make choices. It's innocent enough, but it's part of a feeling of power and superiority. I think that what Dr Castle did is that he made Charlotte take those feelings to ultimate extremes. He made her realize she could not only get any man she wanted, but that she could get rid of any man she wanted." "Maybe she felt that way," Raquel said, "but take me for example. Yes, I know I can attract any man. However, it's not the attraction that's important. I'm with Jay now, and I married him because I've been with other guys and I knew I could choose any one I wanted. Now I have chosen, and I'm not going to stray from that." "How do you know, though?" Tim asked. "How can you be sure that you might not meet someone else who inspires new feelings, and then at that moment, you might realize that you could have that new man just as easily as anyone else?" "I just know, Tim," Raquel said as softly as she could. She felt a little like she was on trial for being beautiful, but she tied to keep in mind that Tim was hurting inside. "You keep trying to find the way to make it so that what happened was Dr Castle's fault, as if he somehow tapped into feelings that everyone has and was able to use his psychology to make them evil. That way you can blame him, and you can blame human nature, but not blame Charlotte." Tim's eyes got a little wet, and Raquel could see that she was getting through. Tim turned a way a little, because as a grown man he didn't want to be seen crying or appear weak, and Raquel said nothing about it because she understood that saying anything about his tears would only make him even more self conscious. "At some point, though, you have to accept that Charlotte is responsible for what happened. At least fifty percent responsible, maybe more." "It's hard," Tim said weakly, the honesty of his feelings making his words shake, "because I loved her so much. I would have died for her. If I accept that she was the bad apple, then I feel like I was a fool for having believed in her for my whole life." "That's where you're wrong, Tim," Raquel said, reaching out and touching his arm. When she did, she leaned forward, and even through his tears, Tim couldn't avoid noticing how incredibly sexy she was. Her lips were so erotically enticing as she spoke. "You weren't a fool. You were deceived. The whole reason why bad people can get away with being bad is because they are so convincing. You shouldn't think of yourself as being stupid for having been tricked by her, you should see that she was a sociopath. She doesn't have normal feelings." "You're saying that the whole time we were together," Tim asked, "that she wasn't really in love with me?" "I don't know, Tim," Raquel answered, "she probably believed she did. Maybe she was in love, but that's not the point. The point is something about her made the type of person who could betray that love and your relationship. Maybe Dr Castle was the trigger, but if wasn't him, it would be someone or something else." "How can you know that not everyone, every beautiful woman, doesn't have triggers in them?" Tim said. "Maybe that's what Dr Castle has worked out. He's tapped into the primal feelings th," Raquel interrupted Tim. "Stop it," she said firmly. "Don't you see? If you try hard enough, you can come up with reasons for everything. Part of you is so determined to avoid confronting certain ideas that you are coming up with the most outrageous ideas to defend how you see things now. Love is about trust. If you can't trust anyone even a little, you'll never fall in love again. I'm asking you to trust me. Trust me as an example, because I love Jay, and if a relationship like me and Jay can exist, then you can have one like it too." Tim smiled a little. He felt a small sliver of hope, and he wanted to give Raquel at least a little sign that he had taken her words seriously. She patted his arm, and then it seemed like the right moment to change the topic. Perhaps sensing a change in the tone of conversation, Jay came out onto the porch with some cold drinks and they spent the rest of the night contemplating different ways of getting the revenge that Tim deserved. That night, when Tim got home, he masturbated furiously thinking about Raquel. A woman as hot as Charlotte but loyal and kind? The idea made him feel such hope, but it was confusing at the same time, because images of Charlotte and Raquel got mixed together in his head. While Raquel made a convincing argument about how a woman could be as beautiful as her and also not evil, there was something so powerful in the image of Charlotte as a wild, sexually free, dominating women. Somehow, in Tim's head, he wanted both. He wanted the security of a love like what Raquel offered, with the outrageous sexual energy that Dr Castle had released in Charlotte. Afterward, he felt guilty, because he knew he was still trying to forgive Charlotte, and also because he was now attracted to Jay's wife, Raquel. None of his feelings made sense, and in the end, he felt jealous of Dr Castle, because he seemed to have everything that Tim wanted. Slave like loyalty from intensely powerfully erotic women. "How can I be a part of that?" Tim wondered to himself. Weeks later, when their vacation time came up, Tim and Jay packed up Tim's car and drove toward the south west deserts. They arrived the next day, after having had a stop at a motel overnight on the way. When they got to the city, they checked into another hotel, where they left most of their things and Jay's gun. The first part of the plan was to watch and monitor Dr Castle, and then pick the best time to kidnap him. The address Jay had was for a building that had some doctor's offices in it. It was a modern glass building, with a security guard at the front, and doors that one had to buzz in, and a garden with a pathway in front. Jay and Tim parked across the street, and watched. Jay had a notepad, and they had a pair of binoculars between them, and that was all they needed. There was no need to photograph Dr Castle because they didn't need evidence for anything. They just wanted to figure out a good time to catch him. Their hope was to catch Dr Castle coming or going from the building, but they didn't see him. Sitting in a car for hours watching a building is a lot more boring than either of them had anticipated, so the time dragged on long enough for them to have doubts, even though it was nowhere near enough time to have confirmed anything. However, through the afternoon, they noticed a pattern that gave them hope they were at the right place. A few couples walked in, and left an hour and half or two hours later. In each case, the wife was stunning. Incredible body, dressed sexily, huge tits, and the face of a model. The husband in each case was normal looking or maybe even above average, however, there was nothing about them that might have got Jay and Tim's attention. It was the women who were so beautiful that even men not watching the building couldn't help but notice. They never saw Dr Castle at all, but the next few days were the same story, confirming in their minds that they were at the right place. They saw some of the same couples, and some new ones, but each day, there were two or three couples coming and going from the building that looked like exactly Dr Castle's type. Tim couldn't be totally sure, but he thought he could tell that when the couples came out again, the women looked like their clothes, make up, and hair were a little disheveled, and the men looked slightly sadder. As if the women had been fucked intensely while the men waited and were made to feel worse. Tim mentioned it a few times to Jay, but even Tim had to admit he might just be projecting. They tried getting there early in the morning, and late at night, and checking the entrances and exits, but they just couldn't see Dr Castle. They walked in to the building and looked at the directory and tried calling different offices. They stopped short of talking to the security guards or engaging anyone else because they didn't want to risk being identified later. When they called the offices, they got some secretaries and tried to speak to the doctor, but after having narrowed it down to about three or four offices they felt were most likely to be Dr Castle's latest alias, they just couldn't be sure enough to take any action. They wanted to lay eyes on Dr Castle, but somehow he was like a ghost. Somewhere in the building right in front of them, but they just couldn't see him. As it got to the end of the week, and time was getting short. They decided to start bringing Jay's gun along with them, because if a chance came up, they knew they would have to act quickly since it might be the only chance they get. On the third to last day of their time, they decided to wait around as late as it took. They split up as they sometimes did, so one could watch the back of the building, and one could watch the front. Tim waited in the car in the front, and Jay went around the back. Tim asked Jay to take the gun with him most times, because Jay knew how to handle it. Jay stood by a wall at the entrance to the alley, standing as casually as he could. He smoked cigarettes, looked at his mobile phone, and tried to look as if he was just meeting a friend. Cars went by. Sometimes a police car went by, and Jay hoped it wasn't the same one. A guy standing around might get attention if he was still there after multiple passes. A van pulled up in front of where Jay was standing. Jay tried to ignore it, but the driver called out to him. "Hey man," The driver called out, his face obscured in the darkness, "is this the Wayneright building?" Jay didn't want to interact with anyone, so he acted as if he didn't hear the guy. "Hey! You! I'm just asking if this is the Wayneright building right there behind you!" the man in the van called out again. "I don't know." Jay said, dismissively while trying to stay polite. As soon as the words were finished, suddenly everything went black and he was choking. Someone had come up from behind and put a black cloth bag over his head and was pulling at the rope that went around the mouth of the bag in such a way that it strangled Jay. The man behind moved with such force that he was dragging Jay and Jay couldn't call out. Before Jay knew it, he was being thrown into the back of the van, which was what he expected as soon as he was attacked. Disoriented and with men holding him down, his arms and legs were bound, Jay's gun was taken from him, and he was left lying down in the back of a moving van. "Tim? Tim!" Jay called out, hoping that he might confirm if Tim was there or not before someone silenced either of them. Jay got a swift kick in his gut, and he knew that he had said as much as he would be permitted. The drive was hours and hours. Jay even fell into a light sleep, so he completely lost track of time. Nothing was spoken the entire time. Finally, the van came to a stop, he was taken out and dragged into a building, and then he was placed face down onto a cot of some kind. The binds were cut, and the black cover was taken from his face. It took him a minute to adjust to the light, and while his eyes adjusted, he could only see two or three hulking figures walking away, and he couldn't make out more than that. When his eyes focused, he found himself in what looked to be a small town jail. It was in the back of a sheriff's office, though the office was behind a door at the end of a hallway. The area Jay was in only had two jails. There was a window, with frosted glass reinforced by metal wires. Judging by the bright blue color coming through the window, Jay guessed he was far out into the dessert, and it might be noon the day after he was abducted. Jay stayed there for days. At first, he expected that something would happen. He would be interrogated, or something. Even though it obviously wasn't the police who abducted him, he thought that the people who took him would want at least something from him. However, the only person that came in was some old, unkempt looking deputy. The man had only one eye and looked like he hadn't washed his uniform in ages. The man would come in, and slide a tray of barely edible food in a gap at the base of the jail door. Jay tried to talk to him, but the man would just mumble "fuck off" and walk away. Jay considered trying to grab the man, but he noticed that the man didn't carry any keys on him, and as a hostage, the man looked expendable to the entire world, let alone the people he worked for. Besides, the opportunity never came up. The man would always motion for Jay to stand at the opposite side of the cell before getting close enough to slide the food in. Jay lost track of the days. It could have been a week, or ten days, or maybe even two weeks. It was so boring, being essentially in solitary confinement, that Jay felt that he might go a little crazy. Then, one night, when he was laying in the cot in the darkness, he barely had woken to the sound of the jail door being opened when again a cover came over his head, and he was being held down to have his arms and legs bound. This time, he was naked, the heat inside the jail at night making it impossible to rest otherwise. The process of transportation was the same. It took hours. This time Jay was wide awake, strangely even glad for something to happen to break the monotony of the jail cell, even though rationally he knew he was being taken to even more danger. If he had to guess, he would say he was in the van for 10, maybe 12 hours before it came to a stop. Jay listened intently as he was lifted from the trunk of the car and carried up some stairs, across what was maybe a pathway in a garden, up some more stairs, through a door, and then he got disoriented as he was turned around and around going through what he guessed was a house. Eventually he was placed, standing up, inside something that came up to around his waist. The cover came off his head, and his eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the indoor lighting. It looked like a perfectly nice living room. A large couch and chair, a huge flat screen TV, a coffee table, some plants and side tables. It was very large and spacious, clean, and with modern furniture. Definitely whoever owned this house was very rich. Looking down, Jay realized that he was standing in a metal oil barrel that had its top removed. It was a dirty, slightly rusted, oil barrel, which was completely out of place in the otherwise pristine living room. Jay looked side to side. There were two large men, with greasy hair and tattoos, and with Latino features. They had expensive suits on, but they were ill fitting in that way that criminals make everything look slightly wrong. If Jay had to guess, he would say they were Mexican gangsters, from a drug cartel or something. Something about having the cover taken off his head made Jay assume that something was about to happen. However, nothing happened for a long time. Jay didn't even consider saying anything to the two men standing behind him. They were lackeys, most likely didn't know anything, and would probably just punch him for speaking. Instead, Jay tried to covertly push and pull at the ropes holding his hands together behind him and his legs tightly together. He also looked around to plan possible escape routes and things to use as weapons in the room, in case opportunity swung his way. This also made him feel like he was smarter than most men, who would probably just panic. After uncountable minutes, maybe even over an hour, a door opened off to the side, and a man entered the room. "Dr Castle," Jay said, deliberately trying to convey that he wasn't surprised. Dr Castle was wearing a button up shirt and some slacks, like someone on a casual Friday. He looked relaxed as he walked to the center of the room, to face Jay. "I haven't used that particular alias in a while," Dr Castle said, "but it will do for this particular interaction. And you are Jay, Tim's friend. I would say 'nice to meet you', but since you came here with the intent to kill me, I think you can forgive me for dispensing with civilities." "We weren't going to kill you," Jay said, acting as if it were all just a big joke that had gone wrong. He actually wasn't entirely sure if he really would have killed Dr Castle or not, had his and Tim's plan worked out. He kept telling Tim that they were just going to get a little payback, but deep down there was something about Dr Castle that was just so evil, it made Jay feel like God himself was urging Jay to pull the trigger. "We just wanted to send you a message." "Oh, really?" Dr Castle said incredulously. "Well, here you are now, so what is your message?" "Not a verbal message," Jay said. "What you did to Tim was unforgivable. Inhuman. We just wanted to scare you a little, let you know you can't just get away with those things." "So am I to believe," Dr Castle said, and as he did, one of the Mexicans walked over to Dr Castle and handed him a gun. Jay's gun. "Am I to believe that this was just for show? It was fully loaded when you were found." Jay hoped that his facial expression wasn't giving away any of the confusion in his soul. Standing here now in front of Dr Castle, Jay felt as if he could literally feel the presence of a deep evil in the room. As if he were facing Satan himself. However, Jay was determined to try and negotiate his way out by pretending it was a misunderstanding. "We wanted you to take us seriously," Jay said. Then he suddenly had another thought which he was both eager to know and wanted to use it to distract Dr Castle into a new topic. "Where is Tim? What did you do with him?" "Tim is taken care of already," Dr Castle said cryptically. As he spoke, he waved the gun around casually. Jay wasn't sure if it was loaded or not, so he winced a little whenever the barrel was pointed in his direction. "I think you should be worrying about your own problems right now. The thing is, I think you're lying to me. I'm somewhat of an expert at lying, as you know, and I think I can tell that you came here wanting to kill me. This puts me in an awkward position. I can't let you go, because what's to stop you from trying again?" "You can," Jay said, jumping at the chance to make his case. "Look, we just wanted to make a point, but I can see we're out of our league here. You're connected, and we can't touch you. Hey, can you blame us for trying? What you did to Tim was really ev..." For some reason Jay thought it best not to say 'evil'. It was too true to say out loud. "What you did was extreme. You must have guys come after you all the time." The Marriage Counselor Ch. 02 "Oh, of course I have many fail safes in place to handle situations like this," Dr Castle said. "This time is a little different, though. Usually, I take care of my victims in the right way from the start so that they do not bother me again." "You let Tim go, though," Jay said, genuinely confused. "Didn't you think he might come after you?" "There are two types of men," Dr Castle spoke as if he loved the chance to talk. "Some men are like wild dogs that can not be tamed, and need to just be put down immediately. Some men are like obedient hounds that with the right subjugation will cower with their tails between their legs. Tim is of the second type. I broke him down, and he entertained in his head for a little while the idea of resolving the insane jealousy in his head with violence, but ultimately he knew he was defeated as a man and would live as a defeated man. If Tim were of the first type, I would have handled things differently. For him to have come across a man who wanted to be of the first type on Tim's behalf, well, that is a rare situation." "You're saying I need to be put down like a dog?" Jay asked, not liking where this conversation was going. "You're a different type of man than Tim," Dr Castle said casually. "You think that just because you are willing to go to extremes that means you will succeed. That somehow your passionate drive to exact revenge will be fruitful because of the sheer force of your intent. You came here with the intent to kill me at whatever cost. Don't try and pretend it was just a message, we both know the sense of moral justice that burns inside your heart. However, you ran into a situation you don't really understand. The fact is, it doesn't matter how strong you are. Life isn't an action hero movie. The ability to run around with a gun is nothing compared to having a system, and resources, and the planning I have. The idea that one man can essentially do whatever he wants if he's willing to jump around shooting people is a stupid myth perpetuated by Hollywood. The reality is that people who are fueled by desperation like you lose to people like me who have whole organizations." "Personally, it's much more fun humiliating men like Tim. I'd like to humiliate you and take your wife like I did with Tim and leave you to suffer for the rest of your life knowing that you were humiliated by me. With a man like Tim, I can break him down and move on, and it's easier for me. In fact, it's part of the fun to leave in such a way that makes futile all his efforts to reconcile. I like spending my nights fucking his wife knowing that he's out there suffering. You, on the other hand, are like a wild animal that can not be relied upon to ever stop the fire in your belly that drives you to kill me. Thus, just like a rabid dog, you can't be trained like Tim, you simply need to be put down. I would rather not dispose of you, as I find that so unsatisfying. I don't think I have any choice, though, as you will not be tamed and submit to my superiority." Jay looked side to side at the Mexicans, and then back to Dr Castle. Partly Jay was sizing up his chances of making some kind of move, and partly he was wondering what exactly did Dr Castle have in mind when he said 'dispose'. Dr Castle understood Jay's question from his movements. "The two men to your sides," Dr Castle said, "are from a Mexican drug cartel that I sometimes do favors for in the form of providing them girls who I acquire through my 'charitable' work as a counselor for women on the streets. I don't usually need to call in favors, but I can see this situation is beyond help. They are going to close you up in that barrel you're standing in and smuggle you south of the border. There, I don't know what they're going to do to you, but I can assure you it will be unpleasant and you won't return. I was down there once and saw them working on a man with a belt sander one time. After that, I decided I never wanted to have to get that close to the more unseemly parts of their operation. I feel sorry for you, but I really can't see any other way." Dr Castle waved his arm, and the two men started to push Jay down into the barrel. When he was on his knees, only his head was above the rim of the barrel. When he got to that point, the two men wrapped a chain around Jay's neck that they then attached to some loops inside the barrel so that he could not move any further out of the barrel. "Wait!" Jay yelled in a panic. "Wait!" Dr Castle motioned for the men to halt before pushing his head down and closing the lid. "I get it! I give in! You're better than me. Okay? I get it. Just let me go and I won't say anything to anyone." "You're just saying that," Dr Castle said, waving the gun in his hand dismissively. "A man confronting his mortality will say anything. As soon as you are free, though, you'll plot new ways to come after me. And we'll just end up back here again." "No," Jay said, the desperation in his voice obvious, "it doesn't have to be like that. Look, I have no reason to chase you down. I did this for Tim. And I did it because I wanted to be a hero, I guess. To fight against evil and save other men." "Interesting," Dr Castle said. "Do go on. As a psychiatrist, I'm fascinated how this situation is making you self reflect." "No, really," Jay said, seeing some hope that his negotiation was working. "I was so outraged by what you did to Tim, I thought the injustice had to be dealt with. It seemed like the right thing to do. I didn't think I would die for it, though. When it comes down to it though, I'm not willing to take it this far. You didn't take my wife, you took Tim's. I don't need to keep chasing you. So you can let me go because ultimately I don't have that much motivation!" Dr Castle looked very thoughtful as he considered Jay's words. Then, without saying anything, he walked over to a side table where he put down the gun and then picked up a remote control. "That's where you're wrong, Jay. You see, I do have your wife." "What?" Jay blurted out, completely unable to restrain his reaction. His disbelief was visceral. "You've been missing for almost two weeks now," Dr Castle went on, speaking at a leisurely pace. "Your wife soon contacted the police and has been completely distraught. Through the connections I have, I was called in as a counselor to provide some assistance. It's been going very well." "You motherfucker!" Jay yelled, and his voice actually broke a little. "You fucking raped my wife? Or you fucked with her head or something! With drugs or whatever! No fucking way my wife would leave me for you! Especially not if she was worried about me." Dr Castle laughed a little. "You really don't know who you're dealing with and how good I am at what I do," he said, with cool confidence. "Actually, if you understood psychology as well as I do, you'd know that when people are more distressed is when they are more vulnerable. Their feelings are out of control and can be guided easier than when they are calm. Had I met your wife under normal circumstances, it would have taken me months. I was prepared to hold you captive as long as it took when I laid eyes on her incredible tits. Fortunately for me, she was in a state that made her more primal feelings more accessible and easier to bring out. Even I was surprised at how quickly she progressed. As Tim might have told you, I record my sessions. Sometimes audio, sometimes video. Here, you can judge for yourself if lovely Raquel is drugged or coerced." With that, Dr Castle pressed a button on the remote, and the huge flat screen TV that took up most of the wall flickered to life. The scene was a couch in a doctors office, and sitting on it was Raquel. She was wearing suit jacked and short skirt, and her blouse unbuttoned low enough to see the bra that strained to cross the expanse between her massive breasts. Her tits were pressing together to form a strong line of cleavage between them. She was sitting on the edge, facing the camera, both hands on her knees. "I feel a little bad about this," Raquel said, looking up past the camera and talking to someone off screen. "Do we have to film this?" "I record all my sessions," said Dr Castle from off screen. "Sometimes I need to review what happened in order to know how best to go forward." "Yes, but," Raquel said hesitantly, "I feel a little guilty. The... 'treatment' seems to be going so fast. The things I've done here seem to be more about me than about searching for my husband." "Exactly, Raquel," Dr Castle said. "It's all about you. You can only truly decide if you want to search for your husband if you truly know yourself. "'If' I want to search for my husband?" Raquel asked. "Of course I do!" "That's a perfectly healthy reaction," Dr Castle said, "showing that you have indeed grown up as a moral woman as defined by the rules of society. It's good that you are a moral person. However, the pain you feel at his loss and the confusion at having any happiness is a sign of what in psychology is called 'mental incongruousness'. You're morals and feelings and obligations and assumptions are out of alignment. My goal is simply to get you to align the whole of you so that you can truly know what you want without conflict." "But he's my husband," Raquel protested. "I love him." "If so," Dr Castle said from off screen, and then walked on screen. He could only be seen from the waist down to a little below his knees as he stepped into the frame. He was completely naked and and his erection stood straight out as he walked. His cock was long and so thick that to be so firm and stand so straight seemed to defy gravity. It swung leisurely side to side as he walked. He came to stand in front of Raquel, but a little to the side so that the length of his shaft was in full view of the camera. His massive cock easily spanned the distance between him and Raquel's face. His cock pressed into her cheek and nudged her back a bit, but she stayed in contact with it. Dr Castle stood like that, his cock intruding into Raquel's personal space and pre-cum seeping onto her cheek as if there was nothing unusual about it. He just stood there casually, his hands on his hips, and continued to talk. Raquel also didn't seem to be completely surprised as Jay might have expected. She looked as though she was trying to match Dr Castle's casual attitude, though she was obviously flustered by the proximity of his cock to her face. She wasn't upset, though. She kept looking back and forth between Dr Castle's face and down at his cock, with more anxious anticipation than shock. "If you are sure you love your husband, than does that mean you do not want a 'treatment' for today?" "I," Raquel looked completely unsure of herself. "I don't know." "It's perfectly natural to seek comfort in times of stress," Dr Castle said reassuringly. "It's society that puts boundaries on our sexuality that run contrary to how we naturally behave. As I explained in our first session, part of the reason I am so successful with patients is because I work with our natural instincts, and don't impose normal so-called morality that only hinders our elevation as people." "It's not that I don't think your treatment is working," Raquel said. "It's that I worry it's working too well. Last night I had a hard time thinking of my husband. Isn't it unnatural to move on too quickly?" "That's exactly what I mean by society's morals holding us back," Dr Castle said. "Here you are, feeling the grief and loss leaving you, and yet you are holding on to it out of some sense of obligation. The reality is your husband won't come back, and I intend to not only help you to regain your life, I am going to show you a superior life." "A superior life?" Raquel asked, ever so delicately licking the huge, shiny purple tip of Dr Castle's cock. "Yes Raquel," Dr Castle said as his voice softened with the pleasure of feeling her tongue. "You were stuck in a conventional marriage to an inferior man. This is partly why you can move on from it so quickly. A part of you knows that a woman such as yourself is of a superior type. You crush the hearts of men and inspire the jealousy of women who wish they were like you. You were held back by your layman husband, and I intend to bring you to your full potential." "I'm not sure I'm everything you say I am," Raquel said, raising one hand to hold the base of Dr Castle's cock and leisurely stroke it. "I mean, parts of me feel something when I'm here with you, but how do I know that I'm not just being weak in a time of need?" "Ah," said Dr Castle knowingly, "Look at the way you are dressed, with your tight skirt and your shirt showing off your gorgeous breasts. You know how much I love really big tits, especially your amazing breasts. You decided to wear this with the obvious intent of making me hard, the effect you definitely knew you would have, before you came in here. You planned and hoped to make my cock hard, so this is something inside of you even when you are not here. Go on, why don't you show me your perfect tits." Raquel obediently began to unbutton her blouse, and when it was open enough, she unclasped the front of her bra, and her breasts practically burst out forward to be free from her blouse. She returned one hand to the base of Dr Castle's cock, and with her other arm she moved it under her breasts and held them up to show to Dr Castle their immense size and perfect roundness. Dr Castle moved so that his cock nudged her face and slid to the front of her lips. "Good girl," Dr Castle said with smug satisfaction. "Now, what were you saying about having a hard time thinking about your husband?" Raquel looked up at Dr Castle with worshipful eyes. She giggled slightly and said, "Do you want to know what I was thinking about last night? Why I couldn't focus on my husband?" "Of course," Dr Castle said with a chuckle. "This is your therapy, I'm here to listen." "I was thinking about doing this!" Raquel finished her sentence by opening her mouth and sliding her lips quickly down Dr Castle's cock. Although she had to open her jaw wide to the point of straining, her thick, beautiful lips wrapped perfectly around the circumference of his cock and slid easily down. Dr Castle moaned with pleasure. Raquel was able to get almost to the base by taking a good portion of his cock into her throat. "NOOOOOOO!!!" Jay screamed, back in the room with Dr Castle. He had been in slack jawed silence up until this moment in the video, but now he yelled as if his very soul was calling out from within him. His voice rough as the scream came from the back of his throat where it scratched dryly against his vocal chords. "NO! NO! NO! It's not true! No!" As his denials faded out, he was left with tears running down his face, his face flush with red anger, and his body shaking with rage like he had never felt. "Please, don't stop watching," Dr Castle said almost as an aside as he watched the screen. "I want you to see all of this, and I will rewind it and make you watch it again if you don't pay attention the first time." On screen, Raquel expertly sucked Dr Castle's cock, bobbing her head back and forth in a smooth, controlled rhythm. She massaged his balls with one hand and pumped his shaft with another. With each dip downward she took, she took him into her throat. Every now and again, she took her mouth off his cock to lick up and down the shaft. Dr Castle oozed pre-cum in a large volume, so that soon Raquel's face, her hands, and Dr Castle's cock were covered in thick, slimy transparent goo. "So you see," Dr Castle said to Jay, "you are never going to see your wife again. Soon, she is going to forget about you and live to please me. Since you are of the rabid dog type of man, I just can't believe any promises you make not to try doing stupid things again." "You fucker!" Jay yelled. Jay felt the desperation of a man that has lost all options. He had absolutely nothing left except to just call Dr Castle names. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" With a wave of Dr Castle's hand, one of the Mexican men strapped a ball gag onto Jay's face, reducing his screaming to muffled murmurs. "It's too bad that men in your position lose control like this," Dr Castle said. "I would love to talk to you and find out how it feels to not only be hopeless, but also to go to your death knowing that your wife will be fucking the man who took control of your destiny. How does it feel to be so completely owned by another man? How does it feel to have the unthinkable happen and be betrayed by the woman you love? Ah, it would be fascinating, but alas, by this point, the men I do this to are reduced to nothing more than a pile of rage and frustration, unable to communicate. So we'll just watch the rest of this together." On screen, Raquel stood up and gently turned Dr Castle around and pushed him backward onto the couch. Dr Castle turned as he did, so he was lying fully on the couch and his side was to the camera. That way, Raquel's enormous tits could be seen fully as she straddled Dr Castle. She lowered herself onto Dr Castle's cock, each inch of it causing her to spasm a little as it entered her. Dr Castle placed both hands on her tits to hold them up and Raquel began to bounce up and down. "I love huge tits," he said, "you are going to make an excellent addition to my harem." "Your harem?" Raquel giggled like a little girl. "Yes," Dr Castle said between heavy breaths, "As an alpha male, I have many women who serve my needs. You will be one of them." In the room with Jay, Dr Castle turned to Jay. "Most men think that professing loyalty and love makes women loyal. Or threatening to keep them. The truth is that women follow the alpha male, who has many women. Your wife won't even be the most important woman to me, she will just be a mouth I cum in when I please." When Dr Castle satisfied himself that the expression on Jay's face, burning red and tears in his eyes, indicated he was suitably enraged with frustration by the information, Dr Castle looked back to the screen. On screen, Raquel climaxed over and over. Then Dr Castle moved her so he could fuck her from behind. Her huge tits bounced back and forth so much that Raquel had to use one arm to restrain them. "Tell me Raquel," Dr Castle commanded, "do you feel the difference inside you?" "You mean your cock?" Raquel asked, between breaths as she looked back toward Dr Castle. She turned facing the camera, and her luscious lips were pursed in an erotic way that matched her lowered eyelids in conveying how she was both turned on and intend on being a turn on. "Ha ha!" Dr Castle laughed. "I'm sure my cock is like nothing you've ever had before. However, I mean the feeling that is coming from within you. Can you feel the true woman released from her bounds?" Raquel licked her lips seductively and her eyes burned with sexuality as she looked back and upward at Dr Castle. Jay had never seen her look so powerfully seductive. "I," Raquel said in a low, seductive voice, "I think so. I feel different... wicked, but at the same time good." "Those are the words of your old morality," Dr Castle said. "Embrace the new powerful you. You deserve to be fucked the way I'm fucking you. Did your husband ever fuck you like this?" Raquel unexpectedly laughed, like the idea was ridiculous, and her laughter caught even her by surprise. It was if it was so natural to laugh at the idea, she laughed before she could stop herself. "No, he couldn't ever fuck me like this! I had to fake it with him because of his pride. He needed to believe he was such a manly lover, but he could never do it like this. I thought it was my wifely duty to make him believe he was satisfying me." In the room with Jay, Dr Castle looked back at Jay and gave a nod, as if to say something like 'you see?'. The look of arrogant satisfaction on Dr Castle's face was so infuriating, Jay thrashed and strained at his bonds, but to no effect. The Marriage Counselor Charlotte stood up and kissed Tim directly on the mouth. It was a passionate, open mouth kiss, and Tim thought it might be too much in front of Dr Castle. Then Charlotte leaned back and looked at Tim for a reaction. Tim was a little surprised, but then he heard Dr Castle laugh a friendly laugh and alleviate the tension. "Ha ha," Dr Castle laughed, "Don't worry Tim, I'm happy to see such things. It means what I'm doing is working." Over the next week, Tim dutifully took his pills, though he didn't feel any different. There was more change in Charlotte, though. She seemed happier and more relaxed. She told Tim that there was no need for them to have sex, that they should focus on not having it, to take the pressure off. It was, of course, Dr Castle's suggestion. The next week, Tim brought in the scrap book that he had told Dr Castle about. It was small in size, about six inches square, and about an inch thick. But it had many pages of pictures. Dr Castle commented that he was glad they had something tangible to reference instead of keeping all their pictures digitally. They looked through it together with Charlotte and talked about the happy times represented in each picture, and what it meant to Tim. When it came time for Tim's private session, Dr Castle said, "When we last left off, you were going to tell me about your fears of losing Charlotte. Do you think she might leave you?" "I don't think she would simply leave me for some other guy she met," Tim said, "But I worry that if something goes even a little wrong in our relationship that she might be tempted." "Tempted to cheat?" Dr Castle said. "How would you feel if you found out Charlotte was cheating on you?" "It would kill me," Tim said weakly. "I don't even want to think about it." "I'm going to ask you to try and think about it," Dr Castle said. "Sometimes in order to get over our fears, we have to face them and think through them. So I want you to close your eyes and imagine another man with Charlotte. Really see it in your mind. What do you imagine?" "I imagine," Tim said, and then paused. His voice was choking up. "I don't want to say!" "You must," Dr Castle said, "you have to let it out. Be completely honest." "I imagine him fucking her better than me," Tim said, as tears started to run down his face. "I imagine her being satisfied in ways I can't." "Ah," said Dr Castle. "We're getting to the truth of your fears. You fear you are inadequate, and that Charlotte will discover this by being with another. It's really your own inability that scares you." "Yes," Tim said, with his voice cracking. "If I can't satisfy her, I worry I can't hold on to her." "Tell me Tim," Dr Castle said, "If Charlotte did fuck another man, would you forgive her?" "N-No," Tim said, and there was a long pause as he did not elaborate further. "Really, Tim?" Dr Castle asked incredulously. "If you knew that not forgiving her meant losing her, you still would not forgive her? I need you to be totally honest?" "I," Tim worked up the courage to speak, "I would forgive her. I wouldn't want to, but I would do it." "Say it clearly," Dr Castle said, "both for me and for yourself." "If Charlotte fucked another man, I would forgive her," Tim said, each word struggling to get out, and when he was done, his tears and sobbing continued in earnest, like a gate had opened. Dr Castle let Tim work through his feelings for a while. "I think this has been a productive day," Dr Castle said. "We're really making progress." Then Dr Castle saw Charlotte while Tim waited, and they went home. Dr Castle had made a recommendation that Charlotte and Tim try to find other things to do, in order to have some independence from each other. Being apart and being strong as individuals would help them relieve the pressure of needing responses from each other, Dr Castle advises. So on Friday night, Tim arranged to go out bowling with some friends while Charlotte stayed at home. Tim tried to resist calling to check on Charlotte, but the fact that he was specifically out of the house in order to not be with her made him think of her that much more. He managed to get a little time away from the bowling lanes and give her a call. "Charlotte," Tim said, "how are you doing?" "Tim," Charlotte giggled, "should you be phoning me?" "I can't help it," Tim said, "I miss you." "Mmmm," Charlotte said, "I like hearing that. Tell me again!" "I miss you so much," Tim said. "I don't want to be with the guys, I want to be with you. I can't wait to get back home to be with you." "Mmmm," Charlotte purred. Tim kept telling Charlotte what she wanted to hear, and he felt better saying it. Eventually, though, he had to get back to his friends before they noticed his absence. They continued going to sessions, and Dr Castle spoke to Tim a lot about Tim's feelings of being inadequate and unable to keep Charlotte happy. Tim started to get more paranoid and unsure, and felt his anxiety grow. Dr Castle increased Tim's prescriptions of pills, and Charlotte made sure Tim was taking them. Dr Castle assured Tim that his increased anxiety was a natural part of the process, that it was always darkest before dawn, and that Tim needed to confront his deepest fears in order for things to change. Charlotte, on the other hand, seemed to be getting happier, so Tim thought that all in all, the therapy was worth it. Even though it was very expensive and cut deeply into their budget. Tim brought his scrap book to most sessions, and when Tim and Charlotte were together in front of Dr Castle, they would all look through it together so that Dr Castle could understand their relationship more and more. One time during a private session, Tim confessed to Dr Castle that he was becoming bothered with the time he and Charlotte were spending apart. "You've told us to start doing things separately, and so recently Charlotte has been going out doing things without me and I'm not so sure what she's doing or where she's going. I'm starting to get scared that other men are flirting with her." "I see," Dr Castle said, pulling a note pad and pen out of his desk. "I don't do this for all my patients. In your case, though, I think some special effort is called for. Next time she is out and you are feeling unsure, I want you to call me. I think if I catch you right in the moment, it would be most helpful." "Okay," Tim said, taking the piece of paper. "Thanks!" As planned, Charlotte went out on a Saturday night to be with her friends, though Tim didn't know which friends. As it got to midnight and there was no word from her, Tim started to imagine that Charlotte was with some other man. The thoughts became so vivid that Tim started to freak out. He pulled out Dr Castle's number and called. "Yes?" Dr Castle answered, not sounding tired. "Dr Castle?" Tim said nervously. "I'm sorry to wake you, but Charlotte is out, and it's driving me crazy." "It's alright," Dr Castle said. "It will feel better if you let it out. Tell me exactly what you are worried is happening." "I can't," Tim said, "it's too much." "I need complete honestly if this therapy is to go anywhere," Dr Castle admonished. "It will only progress as fast as you go." "Alright," Tim said, and then took a deep breath. "I worry that she's fucking someone else." "Go on," Dr Castle said. "Exactly how. What are the details?" Tim went on to describe how he imagined Charlotte being fucked from behind, on top, with her on top. He imagined her sucking some guy's huge cock, being tit fucked. It was all images that might be seen in a pornographic video. He imagined all those things because he feared most that she would be having better sex than what she experienced with Tim. After Tim went through various descriptions, Dr Castle tried to calm him down. However, Tim was not so easily relaxed. Eventually he got off the phone, but he couldn't sleep until Charlotte eventually came back home at the break of dawn. Tim's sense of unease never improved, and even got worse over the weeks. Charlotte went out more, Tim made more calls to Dr Castle, Tim took the medication regularly, and they kept their regular visits to Dr Castle's office. However, Tim found himself wondering when it was going to stop getting darker before dawn and there would finally be daylight. He began to get agitated with Dr Castle. At last, Dr Castle advised that they would need to do something more radical. Dr Castle told Tim to come to the next session ready to take things to a new level, and to be sure to bring the scrapbook of his relationship with Charlotte. That session, Dr Castle had both Charlotte and Tim in the room, sitting in their usual chairs. "Tim," Dr Castle said with concern, "I can understand why you are frustrated with this process, and I have to admit, I too have come to a point where I think it's time to change." "Great," Tim said with relief. "I'd really like to try something different." "That's good, Tim," Dr Castle said, "However, I think you should prepare yourself. What I'm going to propose is quite radical." "I'm ready for anything," Tim said, and he squeezed Charlotte's hand. Dr Castle pulled out a hypodermic needle and a small bottle of clear liquid. Puncturing the top of the small bottle with the needle, he drew a small amount of the clear liquid into the needle, then squirted some out and tapped the needle to remove any air bubbles. Tim was a little surprised to see a needle. Dr Castle came around the desk and began to roll up one of Tim's sleeves. "If you consent to this," Dr Castle spoke while getting ready to put the needle in Tim's arm, "this drug will create a relaxed state, where we will be able to do things we can't ordinarily achieve otherwise." "Can you be a little more descriptive?" Tim asked. "Unfortunately, no," Dr Castle said, "I'm afraid that to describe too much would defeat the purpose of the treatment. Really, I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Tim?" Tim thought about it, then he turned to Charlotte, "What do you think?" Tim asked. "I think you should do it," Charlotte said, comfortingly patting Tim on the shoulder. "I want us to go to the next step." "Alright," Tim said, and he flexed his arm in preparation for the needle. "Good, good," Dr Castle said, and without wasting a moment, dabbed Tim's arm with something in a cotton ball, and then pierced Tim's arm with the needle, placing it expertly into a vein. "It should only take a few moments to take effect," Dr Castle said. Tim felt himself get very heavy, and then a strange feeling of seeing out his eyes like he was watching a movie of what he was seeing instead of just seeing it directly. As if somehow he was inside his own head. It was like tunnel vision, but actually his senses were heightened so he was seeing, smelling, and hearing everything vividly. Tim wanted to comment on how sharp everything seemed, but when he tried to speak, it came out, "thsss sss srrnnj". When the sounds left his mouth, he realized he couldn't move his mouth. It was like Novocaine after the dentist, but many times stronger. He tried to raise his arm, but nothing moved. He began to panic a little, but there was no outward sign, as he was completely paralyzed. "I think it might have taken effect," Dr Castle said calmly as he put the needle away into a little case on his desk. "Charlotte, be a dear and check his arm." Charlotte held one of Tim's wrists and lifted it a little off the arm rest, then let it drop. It flopped back to its place on the armrest like a dead weight. "Wow," Charlotte said, "Is he really completely paralyzed?" "Mmmmnnn!" Tim tried to say something, but he could barely move his tongue. "He has only the slightest involuntary movement in his face and things like breathing," Dr Castle said confidently, "however, he is completely unable to move his limbs." "Then does that mean...?" Charlotte asked, not finishing her question because it was obvious to both her and Dr Castle what she was speaking about. The only person who didn't know was Tim. "Yes, dear," Dr Castle said as he stood over Charlotte with his legs straddling over hers. "It means you don't have to pretend any more." With that, Dr Castle reached down and grabbed Charlotte's massive tits. She was wearing a scoop neck shirt, so he reached his hands in, and by stretching the fabric, was effectively able to scoop them out. "Show me your tits!" "You're so obsessed with my tits," Charlotte giggled, and she stood up and unbuttoned the her shirt so her huge tits could be unrestrained. She shook them side to side and giggled some more. "I love when you do that for me," Dr Castle said, kneading and kissing her tits. Then the two of them locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues openly lashing at each other. Dr Castle's hands freely roamed Charlotte's body, and the rest of her clothes came off. Tim was completely baffled at first. Was this some kind of game, some strange way of trying to provoke a response out of him for the purpose of therapy? It was too strange, too extreme to take it seriously, and yet there were no hints of any kind of acting. Then, when Charlotte began to stroke Dr Castle's cock through his pants as they leaned back against Dr Castle's desk, he knew that they were really doing what they were doing. "Nnnnnn!" Tim tried to protest, but he couldn't move and could only watch helplessly. "Ah yes," Dr Castle said with a satisfied sneer, "now it all comes out, Tim. This is the reality. The therapy that you have generously been paying for has really been for my amusement as I fucked your wife and found ways to humiliate you. It's been a long, entertaining game. Now, however, I've decided that the time is right to take Charlotte from you completely. However, it would be no fun at all to just leave with her. No, whenever I come across a truly special woman like Charlotte, I make a special treat for her and for me out of saying goodbye to her husband." Tim could move his eyes and he looked at Charlotte hoping to see some kind of indication that she was maybe drugged herself or made to do what she was doing. He still loved her so much, and it was impossible to believe that she could be so different than what he knew. The part of him that was realizing that she and Dr Castle had been together for months and this was not a sudden change in Charlotte was slow to catch up with Tim's desperate need to believe that Charlotte wouldn't do what she was doing. "You're probably thinking I used some kind of hypnosis or coercion on lovely Charlotte," Dr Castle said as Charlotte slid down to her knees and began unzipping Dr Castle's pants. "Nothing could be further from the truth. The fact of the matter is that I simply made clear to her that unlike you, I am an alpha male deserving of a superior female like her, and that she is wasting her time with a so-called 'nice' guy like you." As Charlotte helped Dr Castle's pants off, his huge, veiny cock sprung outward as it was freed from the intense pressure of so much rock hard flesh being strapped down by his clothes. Its length and girth made it seem to defy gravity as it stood straight out, pointing directly in Tim's direction. Charlotte began to lovingly lick and caress it, going up and down its length, worshiping Dr Castle's cock as if she had longed to see it. "It's probably hard for you to grasp because you, like Charlotte was before, are taken in by this ridiculous notion society has that 'nice' guys should get the girl in the end," Dr Castle explained, slightly distracted by Charlotte's tongue flicking over the tip of his cock. "But the fact of the matter is that when a woman is presented with an alpha male, like myself, she can't help but respond. That first day you two came in, and I saw her privately in my office while you sat and waited outside, I had her sit in my lap while I caressed her tits and smelled the perfume in her cleavage. She was confused, a little hesitant, but a part of her just couldn't help but obey. After I finished fucking her thoroughly that day, she left my office understanding that there was a part of her, a natural part of her psychology, that knew which man she should be with." Charlotte was bobbing her head earnestly up and down Dr. Castle's cock now, taking his impressive length deep down into her mouth with every thrust forward. Charlotte's mouth was making sounds like "MMLPH!", "GLPH!", and "SLPH!", emphasizing that Dr Castle's thick cock strained her jaw and filled her mouth entirely, while pre-cum and her saliva dribbled sloppily down her chin. Dr Castle grabbed her by the back of the head, and, hunching over slightly, began thrusting back and forth into her mouth, shaking her like a rag doll. Charlotte raised her hands to brace herself against his pelvis, but not to resist. The way Dr Castle violently slammed his cock in and out of Charlotte's mouth made it seem like he was going to choke her to death, but she took his cock deep into her mouth and didn't protest. Dr Castle grimaced and looked more like an animal, a side that Tim would never have imagined seeing. It demonstrated how Dr Castle had completely taken his mask of sympathetic psychologist off and revealed his true, dominating self. Dr Castle pulled Charlotte's mouth off his cock with a loud, wet, popping noise, and, holding her by his hair, stepped forward and guided her behind him. She stood up, and pressed herself lovingly against Dr Castle's back. With one hand reaching around Dr Castle's waist, she continued to pump his cock vigorously at it's base. Dr Castle stood with both hands on his hips, his feet shoulder width apart, looking in command except for his face grimacing. "UNNNN! UNNN!!" Dr Castle grunted. Tim watched helplessly as Dr Castle's cock throbbed with each stroke of Charlotte's hand. Tim knew that any moment Dr Castle would cum and it was like waiting for a gun to go off. Tim wanted to duck, to fight back, to do at least something, but all he could manage was to moan "nnnnnnnn... nnnnnn....", trying to say "no!" with his lips that wouldn't move. His eyes widened with terror, and Dr Castle smiled at Tim's show of fear. Tim suffered the anticipation of the moment more and more with every passing moment before the inevitable. "UHHHH!!" Dr Castle let out a sound that was part grunt and part yell as a thick mass of cum shot out of his cock. It was as if it hurt to let it out, but at the same time felt so good. Long, thick gooey ropes of Dr Castle's cum splattered all over Tim's face and chest. "AUR!! AUH!!" Dr Castle grunted with every heavy stream of white slimy fluid that shot from his cock and landed with a splat on Tim. Some got into Tim's eyes and stung. Some got on his lips and he could taste it. An angry rage built inside of Tim, made much more worse because of the absolute futility of not being able to move and respond. It felt like forever, and with each thick squirt of cum, Tim hoped it was the last, but then Dr Castle's cock would pulse again and with that pulse another stream of sticky, hot cum would shoot out and further soak Tim. Dr Castle let out a hearty laugh as his ejaculations slowed down, and said "Ah, I love doing that to the husbands of my women." Then Dr Castle pulled Charlotte back in front and pushed her down to her knees, where, without instruction, she obediently licked the tip and shaft of Dr Castle's cock clean, taking the remaining spurts of his cum into her mouth. "Ah, Tim, do you recognize the flavor? Perhaps not. Charlotte, dear, let's show him what I mean." said Dr Castle. Charlotte Stood up and grabbed a small medical measuring cup off of Dr Castle's desk. She opened her mouth to let the cum in her mouth drop slowly into the cup. She then handed the cup to Dr Castle, who grabbed the small pill making machine on his desk. He opened a small plastic flap on the top, and poured the cum in. That was enough demonstration to make the point without having to actually go through the motions of turning the machine on. As the realization dawned on Tim, he felt sick enough to throw up, but his paralysis prevented even that natural reaction. The Marriage Counselor "That's right," Dr Castle said, "you've been on a steady prescription of my cum the whole time you've been coming to me for therapy." Dr Castle finished his statement with another, full, hearty laugh, and Charlotte giggled while looking lovingly up at Dr Castle. "Charlotte would help me fill the prescription each time. After having plenty for herself, of course. It's just something I do to amuse myself. And it has the side benefit of reminding your wife who is really in charge of her husband and of her every time she sees you take them." "From the second session that you two came in," Dr Castle continued, his speech slowed by the afterglow of having had such satisfaction, "the process began of humiliating you to make clear in her mind my status as the alpha male, so that Charlotte could be set free from the stupid notion that little men like you could possibly deserve such an excellent woman." Dr Castle took a step forward, his still hard cock throbbing and standing at attention. Dr Castle grabbed its base and wagged it in Tim's face. Dr Castle was standing close enough that the tip of his cock was mere inches away from Tim's nose, and Tim feared that Dr Castle would slap his face with it. He wanted to duck out of the way but couldn't. "Look at my cock," Dr Castle said in a commanding voice, "and feel it's superiority over you. See how it's still hard, even after I've cum so much? Charlotte thought that it wasn't possible for a man to be so virile, because she had only experienced lesser men like you. Once she saw the truth that you now see, that it's you who can not truly satisfy her, she accepted the reality that she was misplaced with you. Isn't that right, dear?" Charlotte came and stood beside Dr Castle and bent over so that her face was close to Tim's, which meant that her face was also close to Dr Castle's cock. Dr Castle took advantage of the placement to rub his cock against her cheek as she spoke. "I'm sorry it had to be this way," Charlotte said with heart breaking sincerity in her voice, "but I couldn't help it. I didn't want it to be true, at first. I thought it made me vain to think this way, but now I just realize the facts. I'm out of your league. I mean, look at you know, sitting there soaked in another man's cum. A real man wouldn't have let that happen. Everything Dr Castle said about you turned out to be true. Everything he said about how I would feel turned out to be true. It was just a silly mistake that I ended up with you, and now I have to put that right by doing what Dr Castle says to do." "Yes," Dr Castle said, "the only way to make Tim understand his place is to show him. Go to the couch." Charlotte stood up and obediently went to the large leather couch on the side of the room, and sat down. The way she moved, it was clear there was no question in her mind that she would do exactly what Dr Castle commanded. Dr Castle grabbed the arm rests of the chair and turned the chair and Tim in it so he was facing toward the couch. Tim looked at Charlotte and her gorgeous curves resting easily and sexily on the couch. He huge breasts squeezed together as she leaned to one side, emphasizing their full round mass. Tim wanted to kill her for what she was doing to his heart, yet at the same time he wanted her to somehow see that this was all wrong and that she should be with him, and further he wanted badly to fuck her because she looked so hot and was radiating a sexual energy like he had never experienced before. "Tim," Dr Castle said from outside of Tim's view, "I'd like you to experience how it has been for Charlotte and I in our sessions. So I'm going to fuck her exactly how I fucked her each time you waited outside for her." Tim heard an electronic beep as Dr Castle pressed a button on his laptop. "There's a reason I always made you go first." Then, as Dr Castle walked into Tim's view, heading toward Charlotte with his huge cock swaying side to side, Tim heard his and Dr Castle's voices being played back from a recording. "How would you feel if you found out Charlotte was cheating on you?" said Dr Castle in the recording. Then the next voice was Tim replying, "It would kill me. I don't even want to think about it." "I'd play back all your whining while I fucked your wife," Dr Tim said, as he gently pushed Charlotte back onto the couch and stepped to be over top of her. "At first Charlotte felt guilty listening to you worrying about her doing the very thing she was doing while we listened. Over time, however, keeping you in her mind, and thinking about the reaction you would have if you knew, helped to remind her of the power she has, and the power I have over you. I dare say she cums hardest when she listens to you describe your fears. This tape is one of our favorites." "Is this the one where he cries?" Charlotte said with a childlike enthusiasm as she wrapped her legs around Dr Castle. As if on cue, Tim could be heard sobbing over the recording, as he said, "If Charlotte fucked another man, I would forgive her." Both Charlotte and Dr Castle looked directly at Tim and laughed, like kids picking on a weaker child. "Get ready to forgive your wife!" Dr Castle mocked, and Charlotte laughed at his joke. With that, Dr Castle thrust his huge member into Charlotte, and she arched her back in ecstasy. From that moment, Dr Castle and Charlotte seemed to be lost in their own world fucking as if they were possessed. The sounds of Tim confessing his tearful feelings became like light background music as Charlotte screamed with ecstasy and Dr Castle grunted. It wasn't long before Charlotte tensed her whole body and climaxed harder than Tim had ever seen. Far harder. After Charlotte's first climax, Dr Castle looked up at Tim, while continuing to thrust. That's when Dr Castle noticed the tears streaming down Tim's face. "Look, Charlotte, at your husband." Charlotte, who was being rocked back and forth with every thrust, her massive tits jiggling and rolling with a slight delay after every shudder through her body, turned slowly to look at Tim. Tim felt anger at the fact that the one thing his body could do while in this state was to display weakness. "Oh god! He's crying!" Charlotte squealed, partly with shock, and partly with what seemed like delight. She could only focus on Tim's tears for a few moments before the idea of it sent her into another earth shattering orgasm. She closed her eyes and clutched Dr Castle while shaking with waves of orgasm. Dr Castle turned her over to fuck Charlotte from behind, and while he did, he whispered various things into Charlotte's ear. "Isn't my cock so much bigger than his? Whose cock do you want?". Charlotte would answer, "Yours! I want your cock! I could never go back to his pathetic limp dick!" "He must be hurting as much as it's possible for a man to hurt," Dr Castle said. "So much hurt, and all because of you. Don't you just love the power of it?" "Yes! Yes!" Charlotte squealed. "I'm so fucking hot! I'm way out of his league!" Dr Castle laughed with satisfaction as Charlotte climaxed over and over, the pleasure going in waves through her body. Then Dr Castle turned her over and brought his cock up to between her massive pillowy tits. She licked and sucked at the tip while he slid back and forth between her melon sized breasts which she squeezed around him. "This is one of the pleasures you've never enjoyed with her, since your cock is too small to reach all the way through her cleavage. Just another example of what a the missed opportunities of her being with you. However, I do appreciate you coming up with the idea. Every time you called me and described what you feared Charlotte was doing without you, I would do exactly those things to her while you were saying it! Ha Ha Ha!" Dr Castle fucked Charlotte's tits violently while Tim watched helplessly. He wanted to be able to do that to Charlotte, but knew he couldn't. When Dr Castle came, he pulled himself upward so he could shoot his cum all over Charlotte's tits. Despite the large area of her tits, he was able to smother them entirely with thick streams of white sticky cum. Charlotte helped by smearing the cum over the round expanse of her breasts as each stream of cum landed with a splat on her. She used her fingers to gather some of Dr Castle's cum and lick it into her mouth, creating strings of cum that went from her mouth, her hands, and in between her tits. Lots of it got in her hair as well. Dr Castle's cock relaxed a little but as still mostly hard. He stood up and went to the desk where he turned off the recording. Then he clicked on his intercom. "Julie," Dr Castle spoke into the intercom, "please bring in a bucket. I think you can get one from the utility closet down the hall." Then Dr Castle walked back to stand in front of Tim again, towering over him with his cock unashamedly directly in Tim's line of sight. "It's too bad that you don't have the ability to respond. As a psychiatrist, I would love to hear your thoughts right now. How it feels to find out how you've been so deeply betrayed for all this time. How much it must hurt to imagine your wife fucking me as you sat like a chump waiting for her. And I we haven't yet begun to talk about all the times your wife came to fuck me while you waited at home jerking off." Tim felt shock that physically moved from the pit of his stomach up toward his head. With Dr Castle's words, Tim realized that all those times Charlotte had gone out, she went to meet Dr Castle. Tim realized he had been tricked. When Dr Castle had advised he masturbate, he was doing it while fucking Charlotte, so the two of them could laugh about how desperate and pathetic that made Tim, to be home alone spanking off while his wife was out being fucked by another man. They must have laughed and enjoyed themselves, and Tim now felt stupid for having fallen for it. All of Dr Castle's advice was now exposed as not only not helpful for Tim's issues, but also having deliberately widened the gap between him and Charlotte. "Ah, the involuntary movement of the expression on your face tells me you can see it all now," Dr Castle said with satisfaction. "You can see how I toyed with you, and broke you down all the more while you thought I was helping you. I fucked your wife on your own bed while you left her alone on my advice! How stupid do you feel? For me, I can't even begin to tell you how good this feels, to watch you crumble. I fuck the wives of every couple that comes to me for counselling, but these moments, those few times when I show it all to the man whose wife I have stolen from right in front of him, these moments are the most gratifying." Julie entered the room with a small blue plastic bucket. "Ah, Julie," Dr Castle said, "Good girl. Place the bucket on his lap." Julie placed the bucked on Tim's lap. "Now, Charlotte, place that pathetic scrapbook of his in the bucket." Charlotte pulled out Tim's scrapbook of their relationship from her purse, dropped it in the bucket with an audible "plonk" sound. Then both girls went to stand in front of Dr Castle where they embraced and began to kiss, licking each other's tongues passionately. Their breasts pressed together, and as they were squeezed and pushed up between them, both of their breasts looked immense. Charlotte was covered in lots of Dr Castle's cum, pre-cum, saliva, and sweat, so as the two embraced, Julie's crisp business attire became wet and messy. However, Charlotte started immediately unbuttoning Julie's blouse and Julie cupped her hands underneath Charlotte's tits to begin to lick them clean. "Ah girls," Dr Castle said, with his hands held under the two girls perfect asses, "Show me your big tits. I love big tits!" As Julie became freed from her constraining attire, both girls turned to face Dr Castle and they used their hands to jiggle their own breasts as a display for Dr Castle. Dr Castle laughed and then the three of them began to kiss passionately, and the two girls turned their attention from each other's breasts to Dr Castle's hard member. They made out like that for a while, and then Dr Castle stepped forward, passing between the two girls and toward Tim. Once again, he stood in front of Tim with his legs in a wide and authoritative stance. Dr Castle had one hand on his hip and another on the base of his cock. He looked like he was standing in front of a urinal. "Oh no, no, no" Tim thought helplessly to himself. Staring at the tip of Dr Castle's enormous cock was like looking down the barrel of a shot gun and not being able to move. Tears of frustration and fear streamed down Tim's cheeks. "I'm sure the symbolism of what I'm about to do is not lost on you," Dr Castle said with a laugh. Both girls, clinging to each other, looked on excitedly from behind Dr Castle. Tim was able to wince a little involuntarily as he dreaded the inevitable stream of piss that was aimed his way. He strained as hard as he could to move, to even slide out of the chair, but his muscles wouldn't respond. However, a little time passed, and Dr Castle had not yet pissed on Tim. Tim began to simultaneously want Dr Castle to do it, just to get it over with, while at the same time hoping that for some reason maybe it wouldn't happen. The flip flopping between both feelings made Tim crazy with frustration, fear, and dread. "Wondering why it isn't happening yet?" Dr Castle asked rhetorically. "I'm a psychologist, so I have an idea of the hell you must be experiencing. Just as bad as the experience is the anticipation of it. It must be horrible to have to stare at my cock, wondering when the humiliation will begin. It begins when I want it to, no sooner, no later. It begins... now!" Piss shot out of Dr Castle's cock straight at Tim's face and hit him like a burning laser. Dr Castle laughed and aimed directly at Tim's slack mouth so that Tim could taste its burning acidic taste. After the initial surge, the stream of urine became less like a jet and more of a flow, and that's when Dr Castle let it fall into the bucket, where it stained and soaked the scrapbook. The bucket filled up with hot foamy urine, submerging the scrapbook. Eventually Dr Castle finished, and he shook his cock to let the last few drops out, just like one would if casually standing at a urinal. Then Dr Castle stood back, and leaned against his desk. "Girls," he said simply, and both girls immediately dropped to their knees and began dutifully licking his cock clean. "As I mentioned before," Dr Castle continued casually, "I fuck the wife of every couple that comes in. Usually, though, I don't reveal my identity to the husband. I just let her cheat on him with me until eventually they break up, and then I either continue to see her not, depending on my whim. Every now and again, though, a true beauty like Charlotte comes along who is special. I need to own her entirely, and that means destroying her husband. So I do. Afterward, though, weak willed men like you become convinced that you can accomplish some satisfaction by becoming violent and coming after me. Which is why I simply move on. I'm going to take your wife, and start another practice, and continue to fuck other men's wives while your wife serves me as do my other select women. You won't find me, so don't try. Better men than you have tried, and I have only made things worse for them as a result." Dr Castle looked down at the women kneeling before him and tending to his cock. "Up," Dr Castle said, as if he were speaking to slaves, and they both immediately got up. They stood on either side of Dr Castle, and he put his arms around both of them, hooking his arm around and under their arms so that he could casually place his hands on the side of their volley ball sized tits. "Say goodbye, Charlotte." "Goodbye, Tim," Charlotte said with a giggle. She took off her wedding ring and tossed it into the bucket, where it made a sound when it hit the puddle of urine. "You're so gross and pathetic," Charlotte said to Tim. "A real man wouldn't have let himself be pissed on by another man. I'm so glad Dr Castle showed me what a loser you really are." Tim's eyes widened with shock at seeing Charlotte be so cruel. She was speaking as if somehow it was Tim's fault Dr Castle had pissed on him. How could she not see how unfair this all was? And yet she spoke with such sincerity, Tim's heart practically exploded with pain as he could not reconcile how much he loved her with how evil she was being. Both Dr Castle and Julie laughed, and then so did Charlotte. "Julie, go get my laptop. We won't need anything else from here," said Dr Castle. Julie did as she was told, and then she followed obediently as Dr Castle and Charlotte walked out of the office. Tim sat there, with a bucket of piss in his lap and Dr Castle's cum drying and hardening all overs his face. He sat, unable to move, for an hour and a half after Dr Castle, Charlotte, and Julie had left. Eventually, some feeling began to return to his limbs, and he could start to move. Unfortunately, control over his body did not come back evenly or quickly, so his first movements were jerky. He spilled the bucket of piss so that more of it landed on him, and then he slipped out of the chair into the puddle of piss on the floor. The scrapbook was by this time mostly mush, as the paper and photographs had been thoroughly soaked in urine. It landed on the floor with a thick sound, like a clump of papier-mâché. It took another ten minutes of struggling and moving before Tim could finally stand up. Tim stood in the room, feeling humiliated, frustrated, and angry. He wanted to murder Dr Castle. Maybe murder Charlotte too, except that he wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt. He felt a strange feeling, like somehow Charlotte was the prize and he had lost to Dr Castle, which made him want to win Charlotte back in order to beat Dr Castle. He knew he should hate Charlotte for what she had done, but he had loved her too deeply for too long. That's what made the situation hurt more than anything else. He loved her and couldn't imagine not loving her, making her actions even more hurtful. He went to Dr Castle's desk and looked in the drawers and discovered they were all mostly empty. He want to the filing cabinet and found that it was empty too. Everything had obviously been emptied out in preparation for this day. There were no documents or anything with information pointing to Dr Castle's identity, residence, or where he was going next. In a rage, Tim started to smash everything in the office. He broke lights, knocked over furniture, smashed everything that he could break. Tiring of expressing his rage to no one, Tim went to his car in the underground parking, passing two people who could not hide their shock and disgust at Tim's unclean appearance and stench of urine. When Tim got home, he discovered that Charlotte had been there and took a lot of her stuff. She didn't take everything she owned, but obviously she too the important things and wouldn't need what she had left. Worse, Tim discovered that his clothes had been placed in a pile on the floor by the bed and pissed on, presumably by Dr Castle. Tim had to go through the humiliating task of washing all his clothes before he could even leave his house again. Of course, Tim tried to find Dr Castle, but he never did. He tried to look through various directories of marriage counselors around the country, on the Internet and by calling around to different cities. However, there were tens of thousands of therapists of different types, and assuming that Dr Castle was using a different name, it was nearly impossible to narrow it down. He tried calling medical associations and giving a description, but nothing ever came up. Tim remained single and largely sexless for the rest of his life. He turned to hookers for sex now and again, but always felt dirty and pathetic afterward, so he tried to avoid it. However, sex with regular women was out of the question because he just couldn't trust any woman. The more beautiful the woman, the more Tim suspected her of being evil.