Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2021 10:43:32 +0000 From: Onatangent Subject: Couples Therapy (gay / authoritarian) Couples Therapy I sat across the couch from Paul, chin resting on my wrist while I listened. The hour was almost up. Five sessions in and it seemed like we'd just spent a bunch of time talking about our lives. Which, you know, made sense. But all Dr. Draymond ever did was take notes and ask for more detail. After all this time you'd think he'd have suggested some sort of fix for us. We hadn't come to therapy because we fought, or hated each other, or anything like that. Something just felt off. Maybe a little boring. It was clear we were drifting apart. Paul was great, and it really seemed like it should work on paper. Hot, grizzly, bear bod with a dark black beard. A bit of a paunch, but arms that looked like they could lift a tree. I had a build as well, and in fact we'd met at the gym, but standing next to him I may as well have been his kid brother. Paul and Lin, peas in a pod. Same hair, belly, arms, all just scaled back fifteen or twenty percent. Like someone had taken him and hit "resize" in Photoshop. As Paul finished getting into the real details of how we planned our meals and split up cooking duties - why did Dr. Draymond need to know all that? - I expected the session to end as it always had, with the doctor closing his pad, thanking us, and saying he looked forward to this time. Instead, the slight red-headed man studied his notes more closely, and then leaned towards us. "There's something I want you to try this week." Paul and I looked at each other. He hadn't been expecting it either, I suppose. "You both mentioned at the start about how it seemed like you two were perfect for each other, but couldn't figure out what wasn't connecting. I think you were right. You two are a great match, but you're not meant for the relationship dynamic you have." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're trying to maintain a standard modern relationship - two adults coming together, sharing responsibilities, equals facing the world as a team." "Well... Yeah, of course, right?" said Paul. "That works for a lot of people, but after getting to know you I don't think either of you are suited for that. So here's what I'd like you to do." He closed his pad finally. "Paul, for this next week, you're in charge. The two of you no longer have equal say. That's not to say you're going to make Lin miserable - you're still on the same team. But Paul, you're not a teammate, you're the captain. You have the final word." We looked at each other again and then at him, mouths hanging open. "You want him to be in charge of me for the whole week?" "Lin, this isn't a favor to him. This is for both of you. I suspect you might find this even more rewarding than he does. And I strongly think it will make your relationship much stronger." "Paul... What do you think of this?" Paul seemed uneasy, and scratched the back of his neck. "It seems strange but... I mean, it's only a week right? We can try it out." I looked between the two of them. I felt like a trick was about to be played on me. I let out a sigh. I really liked Paul. "Fine, I'll try it. One week." --- Paul took a little bit of time to ease into the task. That night he made an executive decision on pizza toppings - we'd been planning to order in anyway - but the way he did it was almost as a joke about the strange situation we were in. It wasn't until the next day that he managed to take charge in a more real way. It was after work and we were just planning to hang out and watch a few shows. Our couch has a designated "best spot" and I had gotten to the couch first, so of course I took it. He came in with the popcorn. I could see the gears turning in his head. The couch seat wasn't that important. But he wanted to practice taking charge, like he was supposed to. He took a breath and said sternly, "Lin, move over. I'm sitting there." "What?" I looked up at him. "I'm sitting there tonight. Move over." I blinked a few times and looked at the empty seat next to me. I was about to disagree, but realized what he was doing. "You're the boss" I shrugged and scooched over. He took his seat, unable to conceal a little grin, putting his feet up on the table like he'd just taken a throne. He took the remote and turned the TV on. I couldn't help but smirk a little. Looking him over, he seemed proud of himself. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it just a little attractive. Throughout the week he got better at finding opportunities to take a little control. He took the driver's seat any time we were in the car. Instead of the plans for the evening being a discussion, they became him letting me know what they are. Thursday evening he picked a trip to my favorite park for a walk instead of his, for which I thanked him. Questions turned into statements. Friday he caught me about to put on my favorite old ratty shirt and made me throw it out instead. If you'd told me that this all happened before it started I'd have been angry and would have expected myself to start fighting and arguing with him, or just leave entirely. But instead, every decision he made sort of felt like a weight off my back. There was a sense of certainty to it all. I felt more guided and cared for than controlled, even though control is definitely what it was. And I certainly couldn't complain about how it made him carry himself. He may as well have grown a foot taller for how he walked around the house. And I liked it. I found myself just staring at him, getting the tingles I'd had when we first met all over again. Sunday he'd gone to run an errand and called before coming back. I picked up and, without saying a word, he started. "I'm going to be home in twenty minutes, and we are going to fuck. Get yourself ready." He hung up. I'd never been more excited. In minutes I was stripped naked, cleaned up, and had applied some lube to my hole. We'd always switched off topping in the past, but it was no question who would be fucking who tonight. Exactly twenty minutes later he just about rammed the door to the bedroom open to find me on my back, legs up, ready to be fucked. He growled and tossed his clothes off. He was on me and slammed into my hole, making me gasp. He locked lips with me and breathed in and out of my lungs, taking my breath as he ground his cock against my prostate over and over. Pre flowed from my cock all over my stomach and my legs bounced above his shoulders, kicking his back. I was pinned underneath him, split wide open by his cock, whimpering and begging for more. It was by far the best fuck I'd ever had. He slammed deep into me and held it there, then grabbed my cock in his fist and squeezed once. "Cum." He said. I came, shooting through his fingers all over my chest. He rammed inside me a few more times, sending more jets flying from my cock, until finally finding home once more and yelling as he came inside of me, then collapsed on top of me. Cum flowed into me, unable to move beneath him for a little while and his hips bucked, shedding the last of the sexual energy we'd been building up to for a week. He finally rolled to the side, panting. He smiled and locked lips with me again. "Clean us up, hon." I smiled, cock twitching again, and jumped up to get towels. --- Monday was our next session with Dr. Draymond. "So how did it go, Paul?" Paul had his arm draped over the back of the couch. Swagger in his shoulders. "I thought it went great. I never saw it coming but we really both fell into our new roles so easily. And it felt great. I felt alive, really." "Do you agree, Lin?" I blushed and nodded. "Yes, I..." "Good" Dr. Lin smiled. I blushed. The rest of the session included the details of our week, concluding with our intense sexual experience from the previous night. He nodded. "And what about this made it so exciting to you, Lin?" "Well... He took control, sexually. It was his decision to make where and when. It was just, well, exciting you know?" He wrote a few more things. "Good, good, I'm glad this is going well. I could tell the two of you were made for this. I'm going to ask you to continue what you're doing and, in fact, go a little deeper. Paul, last week was about you figuring out how to take control, while Lin needed to obey. This week I'm going to ask a few things of you, Lin." I leaned forward. "Paul has gotten used to making decisions for you and being in charge. I want you to work more on expanding the scope of that control. You're going to start asking permission. Whenever it makes sense to. Don't just assume you can do something. Ask Paul if you can." "I should ask permission? For... For what?" "Whatever you can. Ask permission to take something from the cupboard. To go to the bathroom. To go to work." "Wow that's a lot!" "I'm sure Paul will be lenient with letting you do what you need. But you should be in the habit and mindset that you need his okay. Remember, he's taking control." I looked to him and saw the grin on his face, which made my heart beat a little faster. "Okay..." "And one more thing, as long as we're talking about permission." He brought out a small box. "This is a chastity cage. A gift from me to celebrate how you two are moving forward. Lin, if you want sexual gratification you'll have to ask permission. You'll wear it and Paul will have the key." My eyes widened "I, oh wow. Uh, I don't know about that. Isn't that a little drastic?" Dr. Draymond shrugged. "I'll just leave it with the two of you. I'm sure you can figure out whether it makes sense for you." --- "You were the one who said you liked how in control of the sex I was. This just accentuates that." "But wearing this gear... That's another level, isn't it? And it looks like it would hurt." "If that's what you're worried about, then try it on. We'll see if it hurts. If it hurts I won't make you wear it." "I..." I blushed. "Try it." It was an order. I nodded. I didn't even want to say no when I heard him say it like that. I opened the box and carefully read the instructions. It was a small metal device, small openings down its length, with a metal ring. Paul was clearly interested to see it go on. I stripped down and, checking the instructions again, pushed the ring to my balls and fed each one through. It took a bit of mashing to fit my cock through on top of them but it managed its way. The ring sat just a bit snug on my balls. I was hard at this point, and Paul applied some ice to get me soft, making me wince. Once it went down, he picked up the cage and slid it over my cock until the latch lined up. He put the key in and turned it, slipping the key in his pocket. We stood there staring at it a moment. "So does it hurt?" "No, actually, it's... It's kind of comfy." "Good. It looks sexy. Stay naked today so I can see it." I nodded. "May I touch it?" I was working on my permissions. He nodded. I felt it. It was so strange to hold my cock in my hands, like I had a million times, but feel absolutely nothing. The steel was in the way. A few hours later I had basically forgotten it was there. I was giving Paul a shoulder massage and started to get hard. It pushed against the steel. It didn't hurt but damn I wanted to touch it. "May I unlock it?" Paul looked at me and smiled and shook his head. I kept massaging him. The first night sleeping in it didn't go so well and I was woken up a few times until Paul agreed to let me unlock it until the morning. First thing in the morning I was back in it, and Paul had me suck his cock before we got up. I had meant to ask to unlock it before work but I had again basically forgotten it was there. Paul gave me permission to go to work. At work, I couldn't forget the cage. Paul had given me permission to do what I needed at work, so I wouldn't need to keep calling him for permission. But I couldn't help but thinking about my cock all locked up. It was almost exciting, sort of dizzying. When I got home I was sweating a bit, my cock leaking through the tip of my cage to make a little mark on my briefs. "Paul, can I cum tonight? I really need to." He looked at me and thought a while. My stomach twisted in a knot when I realized that he might well say no. He could definitely say no. My cock twitched. I saw the same Paul I had seen more of, the one who made me do anything. He smiled "Yes, you can cum. But you'll try on my cock first. Only if that doesn't work can you unlock and touch it." I nodded quickly. Two minutes later my work pants were on the floor and the waistband of my briefs was pulled down below my ass. He pinned me to the wall and pushed his cock - graciously lubed, he'd clearly already had plans - deep into my ass, making my cock strain in my cage and a high pitched gasp stutter out of me. Sticky pre formed a large wet spot on the front of my briefs, which eventually trickled down my legs while he rammed me with the fervor that made me increasingly weak to resist him. My body shook with need and I willed with every cell in my body for my cock, which felt ever so incredibly close, to please cum. I needed it so bad. Twenty minutes later he finally came inside me, pinning me to the wall one last time before letting me drop to the floor, exhausted. I still hadn't cum, but I'd felt just on the edge of it nearly the entire time. I could barely see straight and my head was swimming. It took him a minute or two to recover from his own reeling orgasm before he rolled over to me and put the key in my latch, then lifted the cage off. He put one gruff hand around my cock and squeezed it, then pumped four times before I exploded, shots of cum on the wall and my forehead. The cage couldn't have been off for more than two minutes total. I was still panting when he pushed the cage back on my softening cock and relatched it. "I like this thing," he said. "We're keeping it." I could only give a weak smile. A few minutes later I asked for permission to prepare his dinner. --- Dr. Draymond seemed pleased to hear Paul talk about the successes of the week, including the detail that, following my explosive release, he had decided to try to see if I could cum without unlocking. My requests for permission to cum had started to be denied. The few days following that, he'd fucked me every day just the same, just as intense, but with the key remaining inside his pocket. Only on the third day did he finally let me take the easy way out. After that orgasm I couldn't stand for a good ten minutes. The next day he was back to training my ass, his new pet project. No success yet but it felt eternally close. "May I speak, Paul?" I asked. Paul nodded. "Every time he said no it was so hard... But it didn't feel like something he was doing to me. It felt like... Well... His word goes, so that's just the way it is. He knows I'll be better off trained, so that's just how it will be." Dr. Draymond smiled brightly. "It does sound like things are coming along swimmingly. You two are a fantastic match. " "Do you have any recommendations for us this week?" Paul asked. Dr. Draymond nodded. "Paul, it sounds to me like you want Lin to learn to cum in the cage. And it sounds like once he does, that's how you'd prefer he came from now on." I swallowed hard. I hadn't considered it continuing beyond the first anal orgasm. My cage twitched. Paul smiled "You've got it, doc." Dr. Draymond nodded. "Staying permanently in a cage is a major step forward for you two. And, I suspect, a tipping point. Lin, once you accept this, you recognize there's probably no request of his that you'd say no to." I paused a while, staring at the wall. "You're right... I didn't even think about telling him no when he said that just now. I think I know what that means." "The wheels will be off at that point. Paul, you'll truly be in charge then, and you can take the relationship wherever you want it to go, whatever suits your desires, and Lin will eagerly go with you." Paul looked over at me hungrily and grinning. "Paul, Lin, I don't want to hear from you until Lin has had his orgasm and Paul's locked him for good. To encourage it, I recommend not unlocking until that point either. After that we can discuss next steps." We left holding hands. Everything seemed preordained at that point, and I shocked myself by not minding one little bit. --- "Now that we know where this is heading, we can do it properly. I thought about how I want your caged cock to look, and did some research online. I think this one will be better for long-term wear anyway." I looked at the picture on the box. "But it's only, what, an inch long? How will I fit?" "I saw plenty of videos. It sort of squashes down and slides back to fit. Then it just controls your cock better." "Can I just keep the one I have?" "No," he said, "I prefer this one." And so twenty minutes later, he turned the key and slid it out. I looked down to see my cock squished in an inch of metal bars, the rest of the cock sitting twitching inside me. A sort of internal erection. Rather strange, but I'd have to get used to it. I wasn't sure I'd ever see that key again. For a while I wasn't sure if I'd see myself cum again ever. His assault on my ass never eased up, and he was fucking me even better than the day before every day for three full weeks. Three full weeks on the edge of an orgasm but not quite there. I was having trouble concentrating on anything but my desire to cum. I barely held it together at work. When Paul got a promotion and a raise, it only made sense that I'd quit and start staying home. I could focus on our relationship and on serving Paul. Then, finally, four weeks exactly since the last time I'd been allowed to unlock and cum, it happened. My whole body felt warm and tensed up, little ripples seeming to flow from my ass all over my body, feeling tingles, warm, gasping little moans escaping me. Then I yelled, my ass clenching hard, shooting twisted ropes of cum, splattering everywhere as it shot through the bars of the cage. Whatever I'd saved up that whole time. My hands were numb. When I finally recovered, my ass was covered with Paul's cum - I hadn't even noticed. He was grinning wordlessly at me. He held the keys in front of my face and snapped them in half. --- Paul realized at that point just how far I would go. And apparently so did I. I kept waiting for the point where it would be too far for me. When he'd push too far, take over too much, and I'd finally say no, or even plead for mercy. But it didn't happen when he snapped the key. It didn't happen the next day when he padlocked a thin leather collar around my neck. It didn't happen the day after that when I found the closet door locked shut, requiring permission to wear clothes. Or the day after that when he introduced me to my new set of "permanent butt plugs" for all-day wear, equipped with handles for easy removal whenever he wanted to fuck me. Or that afternoon, where he tested out one of those handles and began practicing his new game of how close he could get me to orgasm without ever letting me go over. He left me with a cum-filled ass, knees shaking, body shivering, consumed with need that would not be fulfilled. I didn't feel that rebellion on any of those days. Maybe a shock when he told me, a moment of wondering if this was more than I could take, and then a wash of gratitude and excitement, realizing the next part of Paul's fantasy I would be able to provide, and the next part of my independence I would be giving away. The next morning, when he instituted a new rule that I should not speak unless spoken to, all I could do was blush and smile, my cage bobbing in an impossible attempt to get any sort of attention, and my plug writhing in my twitching hole. --- Paul had scheduled the next session with Dr. Draymond that afternoon. He'd be making a house call this time, and Paul had me prepare everything. Table settings with coffee for two - him and Dr. Draymond. A spotless house. I sucked him off twice to help relieve his excited energy. When Dr. Draymond entered I was standing at attention, blushing only a bit to realize I was now naked in front of him, which was new. Then a bit of shock to see someone come in behind him. Leather harness and collar on, pierced nipples, jock strap clearly cradling a chastity device. He entered silently and pulled out the chair at the table for Dr. Draymond to sit. Dr. Draymond ignored the chair and looked around, looking me up and down, prodding me like he was examining livestock. "Paul and Lin, you two have made remarkable progress. And in so little time, too. How long has it been since this started? This one here took me six months to get like this." Paul looked over the new entrant, smiling. He walked around him in a circle, nodding. I could see the tattoo on the upper back, just the part reading "PROPERTY OF" . Paul smiled, looking at me. I blushed and stood still. "Your partner... Should I call him that? Is very impressive, Dr. Draymond. And you don't have any long-term problems keeping him like this? He doesn't seem to mind." "Partner is fine. Or slave. But this is what I've been telling you all along, Paul. If you have the right dynamic, there's no reason they'd mind at all. In fact, it's pretty impossible to get them to this point in the first place if they don't deeply want every part of it. Now, whether they want to want it, that's another question, but it's not like we can control that, can we?" Dr. Draymond looked at me and smiled. I blushed again. Paul shook his head "No, of course not. Some things come naturally. You've taught me that." "And that's how Aaron here and I have stayed together fifteen years, thirteen in our current arrangement. Never a glimmer of complaint, unless I forget an orgasm day." "Orgasm day?" "Oh, yes, I like to let him have one every few months." I swallowed hard. I looked at Paul. I was only a week since my last one and already my mind was buzzing with need. But tf that's what he had me do I knew I'd accept it. How could I not? But would he make me? Paul was paying more attention to Dr. Draymond than me. "Well, Paul, I think you and Lin have come to the end of your need for my sessions. I think this calls for a little celebration." "Oh?" "Yes. Why don't we sit and have a nice coffee, and when we're done we can each fuck our slaves. I've wondered what kind of squeals Lin makes when you fuck him." Paul grinned and took a seat, as did Dr. Draymond. Paul turned to me. "Fetch the coffee. And walk slow. Dr. Draymond here I'm sure will enjoy the way your ass jiggles. " So, as Paul said, as with anything Paul would ever say now, I nodded, and I did.