Title: Mind Games
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Nick/OMCs
Warnings: dark themes, non-con
Rating: R

Nick looked at the huge cock that had thrust through the hole in the bathroom wall.  It was circumcised and was at least nine inches long.  The girth was so big that Nick wondered briefly, as his mouth moved towards it, if he could get his lips around it. 

But he did.  He sucked the hard cock and felt his own swelling in his jeans.  He did not understand where this need came from.  It seemed that all he could think about, all he wanted to do was to suck cock.  It didn't matter whose and that is what led him to this place.  This seedy little adult theater, where men from all walks of life came to get their rocks off. 

He could make out the hairy balls through the hole and heard the grunts and moans from the other side of the wall.  Suddenly, he felt the thick cum shoot into the back of his throat and he gagged, but kept his lips around the head until the throbbing stopped and the man pulled his cock back through the hole.  Nick heard a muffled, “Thanks, man.” 

Nick leaned back and felt tears well in his eyes.  What was wrong with him.  He felt dirty, but God help him, he wanted more cocks to suck.  He unzipped his jeans and pulled his own hard dick out and with a soft moan, stroked it a few times.   He closed his eyes and let himself think of the man he loved, the man he really wanted and could never have and let the tears fall. 

The shuffling sound on the other side of the wall led him out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes.  Another cock had pushed through the hole. 

“Suck it.”  The voice sounded young and nervous. 

Nick leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the shaft.  It was of average size and the hair on the balls was sparse.  Nick's mouth opened and he lowered his head, taking the entire shaft into his mouth and down his throat. 

“God, yeah, oh yeah.”  The cock jerked in and out of the hole and Nick felt the spray of hot semen on his face.  The whole thing had lasted less than two minutes.   The cock was pulled away and Nick heard the rustling of clothing and the sound of a zipper. 

Reaching for the roll of toilet paper, Nick pulled a number of sheets off and wiped his face.  The last one must have been young, Nick thought with a grimace.  He tucked his now flaccid cock back into his jeans and opened the stall door.  Stopping only to look in the mirror to make sure all the cum was off his face, Nick quickly exited the dim building, not looking at anyone or anything. 

The old man who ran the place watched as Nick left the building.  The guy had been coming there every night for over a week now.  Same time, every night, between the hours of 5:30 and 6:30.  He serviced several men a night and from what he heard, the guy must love to suck cock.  But the old man wondered what the poor guy's story was, because when he left, he always looked like he had been crying.   

**** 

Greg and Riley were in the locker room when Nick got to work later that evening.  He gave them a warm grin and the three of them traded jokes as they got ready for their night.  Ray met them at the door and greeted the three of them and told them that Catherine was almost chomping at the bit to get the night started, so they should hurry. 

Catherine passed out assignments quickly and complained about needing another experienced CSI since she was stuck doing so much paperwork.  Nick heard her mumble something about wishing Grissom had never left.  Nick felt a stab of pain. 

As he worked his B&E, he thought about Grissom.  He had fallen in love with Grissom the first time he had seen him.  Watching Sara fawn all over him and now knowing that they had been lovers made Nick sick to his stomach.  He wondered how a man like Grissom could fall for someone like her.  She had alcohol and anger issues, plus she was just a loose cannon.  Then Grissom had left.  Left the lab and left Nick. 

But Nick was working through his issues.  He had found a therapist who was not with the LVPD and had been going to Dr. Strickland for a few weeks now.  Nick was slowly coming to terms with losing Gil Grissom, even though he never really had him.  His next appointment was tomorrow and he really needed it.  He needed to discuss this sudden need to give head. 

When the shift was over, Nick took a quick shower and dressed in his usual attire of jeans and a button down shirt.  After telling his co-workers goodbye, he got into his truck and drove to Henderson, where Dr. Strickland's office was.   

The waiting room was luxurious with antique furniture and up to date magazines.  Nice classical music played as Nick waited.  The young receptionist had signed him in and let him know that the doctor would see him shortly. 

“Mr. Stokes?  The doctor will see you now.”   

Nick smiled at her and let himself into the door to the left of her desk. 

Dr. Strickland was standing by the huge glass window overlooking a small grassy area and he turned as Nick opened the door. 

“Nick, good to see you.  Come, have a seat.”  The doctor gestured towards the recliner near his desk.  Nick smiled at the doctor and sat down. 

“How have you been since our last visit?” 

“Fine, I guess.  Well…no….not really.” 

Frowning, the doctor sat in the chair next to Nick's.  “Tell me about it.” 

“I really don't know…I feel…I don't….” 

“Nick, relax.  You can talk to me about anything and you know it stays in this office.” 

Nick took a deep breath, exhaled and blurted, “For the past two weeks, I've had this feeling, this need to give strange men…head.”  The last word was a whisper.

Facing the window, Nick could not see the small smile on the doctor's face. 

“Why do you think you have this need, Nick?”  Nick visibly relaxed at the doctor's soothing tone. 

“I'm really not sure.  I just feel like if I don't, I'll go crazy.  Maybe I am crazy.” 

“You aren't crazy, Nick.  Now, I'm assuming you have acted on these urges.” 

“Yeah.”  Nick whispered. 

“Well, why don't you tell me what has been going on.” 

Nick told him about waking up the day after their last session with this strange yearning to be with a man.  He described how his tried watching porn and jerking off to relieve the need, but how that didn't work.  The first night, he had gone to a gay bar and picked up a guy and had given him head  in the hallway by the storage room.  He described how aroused he had gotten sucking on the man's cock, so he picked up another man and gave him a blowjob in the front seat of his car. 

The need got worse instead of better, and Nick finished his story with his last week of going to the dirty little theater  every night and using the glory hole, sucking off five or six guys a night before leaving to get ready for work. 

“This isn't me, Dr. Strickland.  I'm scared and just don't like the way I feel afterwards, but while I'm giving them head, I'm so turned on.  What is wrong with me?” 

“I don't think there is anything wrong with you Nick.  By your own admission, you carried a torch for a man for many years, who was straight and whom you could never have.  During that time, you told me you had very few sexual encounters.  Perhaps this behavior is just the way your mind is catching up with your wants and needs after so long of doing without the sexual activity.” 

“You think so?  Really?  So, this will stop soon.”  Nick's voice sounded hopeful. 

“Of course.  Now, let's do the relaxing exercise we did in our last session.  Are you ready?” 

“Yeah.”  Nick closed his eyes and focused on the doctor's words.  Dr. Strickland spoke softly and steady and soon Nick Stokes was in a hypnotic state. 

“Nick.  You will continue to crave oral sex with men.  You need it.  You crave the taste of semen.  The sight of a penis will cause you to become very aroused.  You will begin to fantasize during oral sex.  Your fantasies will be about me.  You will long for my touch.  You will dream of being on your knees in front of me, sucking me, licking me, giving me pleasure. “ 

Dr. Strickland, who was a very homely man of around 60, stared intently at the younger man.  He had wanted him the first time he had seen him, but men like Nick Stokes didn't give men like Jeremy  Strickland the time of day. 

“Today is Tuesday.  Thursday you will find a store that sells sexual aids and you will buy….”  The doctor's voice droned on and on while Nick stayed in his trance. 

Nick's eyes opened slowly after the doctor had snapped his fingers.  He felt so relaxed and he gave the other man a small smile. 

“Thanks, Doc.”  Nick rose from his chair and shook hands with the doctor before leaving the office.  On the way to his truck, Nick wondered what the doctor's cock would look like and found that he really wanted to find out. 

**** 

Thursday morning, Nick woke to the sound of his alarm.  He felt relaxed and well rested, and after his shower, he decided to do some shopping before going out for the evening.  He had decided on another bar tonight.  The theater was pretty disgusting and he wanted to try a different place to fill his needs. 

Nick went to the grocery store and stocked up on things for his days off and on his way home, he had the sudden urge to stop at an adult novelty store.  He had passed the store hundreds of times, but had never gone into the small building.  Once inside, he noted that one side of the store was for DVDs, while the other was for toys and various sexual aids of every imaginable kind.  After browsing through dildos of every shape, size and color, Nick saw a display of anal plugs.  He had the sudden urge to feel one of these up inside of him.  He felt his cock harden at the thought of pushing the hard latex thing deep into his ass.  Picking a flesh colored one off the rack, he went to the cash register.  

Without even looking at Nick's purchase, the man behind the counter rang up the sale and pushed the plug into a small, black shopping bag.   

Once he was home, Nick unloaded his groceries and put the things away that needed to go into the freezer or refrigerator.  Leaving the other food and paper products on the counter, Nick picked up the black bag and went into this bedroom.  He removed the butt plug from its packaging and held it in his hands.  He closed his eyes and thought longingly of Dr. Strickland's cock and how he thought it would feel in his hands. 

Groaning, Nick opened his eyes and moved quickly to his bedside table, where he got the small bottle of lubricant that he kept there.  He pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor and lay down on the bed with his legs spread.  Using his fingers, slick with the lubricant, he pushed first one and then another up inside his tight ass.  His cock was so hard and leaking a trail of pre cum onto his stomach.  Taking a second to wet the plug with the lube, Nick placed the tip at his entrance and gave a small push.  Because of the bulbous shape, it was hard to push in, but Nick gritted his teeth and with a cry, he pushed it home.  He lay back on the pillow, panting and trying to relax the muscles surrounding the intruding plug.  A few moments later and Nick was pumping his aching cock. 

Frustrated, after several minutes of stroking, Nick swung his legs off the bed and gingerly picked up his boxers.  He could not make himself come.  He needed a cock in his mouth.  He needed it bad and he needed it now.  Quickly, he finished dressing, grabbed his keys and left his house. 

The bar was on the same side of town as the university and was known for a young crowd.  When Nick walked in, he felt several pairs of eyes on him.  It was early, so the bar wasn't busy at all and Nick took a seat at the bar.  After he had finished half of his beer, Nick felt eyes on his back.  He turned in his seat and met the gaze of a young man of about twenty.  The man walked up to Nick and sat on the stool next to him.   

“Can I buy you a beer?”  Nick asked. 

“Sure.”   

Nick nodded to the bartender and a bottle of beer was placed in front of the young man. 

“I've never seen you in here before.  Are you faculty?” 

“No.”  Nick answered, tipping his bottle up to finish the last of his beer. 

“So, what do you want?”  The younger man's leg brushed up against Nick's. 

Nick turned to face the other man.  “I just want to suck your cock.  Is there a place we could go?” 

“Sure, man.”  The young man seemed excited that Nick just wanted to suck him off and asked nothing in return. 

“Name's Walt.  What's yours?” 

“Gil.”  Nick replied without hesitation.  Walt stood and, after nodding to his friends, led Nick down the hall to the bathroom.  Walt locked the door and unzipped his pants.  Nick dropped to his knees, feeling the plug shift inside of him, he moaned and unzipped his own jeans.  Walt pulled his cock out and pushed it in Nick's direction.  Nick wrapped his fingers around the base and began sucking in earnest.  The only sounds were small moans of pleasure from Walt and the wet sound of Nick's lips on the hard dick in his hand. 

“God, feels good.  Suck me, man.”  Walt muttered and gripped Nick's hair.  He began fucking Nick's face, causing Nick to gag a few times and then he went still and grunted as he filled Nick's mouth with cum.  Nick swallowed quickly and touched his own hard cock.   

“Thanks.  That was good.”  Walt tucked his spent cock back into his pants and zipped up.  Nick remained on his knees.   Hard cock thrusting out of his clenched fist. 

“Send in one of your friends.”  Nick whispered, not meeting Walt's eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure, man.”  Walt hurried out and Nick closed his eyes until he heard the door open behind him.  Another cock was pushed into his mouth and again, he lost himself in his feelings of arousal.     

The man he was sucking suddenly pulled out.  “I want to fuck you now.  Fuck that ass.” 

“No.”  Nick said quickly.  “Just head, that's all.” 

“Cock sucking whore.”  The other man grabbed Nick's hair and shoved his cock into Nick's mouth.  Roughly, the man fucked Nick's face, causing Nick to gag and pull against him.  Just when Nick thought he could not take much more, he felt the hot, thick cum pumping into his throat.  And Nick's own orgasm rocked his body. 

Without a word, the younger man zipped his jeans and left Nick kneeling on the bathroom floor.  Nick looked down and saw the semen stains on his jeans and shirt. 

Three more college kids came and went until Nick knew it was time for him to leave.  He had come three times, his most intense orgasm was from the time he was most humiliated.  The football jock had called him a whore.   Nick stood and tucked himself back into his jeans.  After washing up in the sink, Nick found the rear exit of the bar and walked down the alley and around the building to his truck.  His ass was aching from the plug, his knees hurt and visions of Dr. Strickland clouded his mind.  Thankful that he was off for the next two nights, Nick went home. 

Friday morning, Nick called Dr. Strickland's office and asked the receptionist if the doctor could see him that day.  With a promise to call him back after talking to the doctor, she hung up.  Nick lay back on his bed and touched himself.  Slowly, he ran his fingertip around his hole.  When he had pulled the plug out last night, he had been really sore but he seemed to be fine now.  Minutes went by and Nick was still aroused, but could not seem to be able to ejaculate.   

His cell phone rang and he snatched it off the table.  Caller ID showed Dr. Strickland's office. 

“Stokes.”   

“Nick, it's Dr. Strickland, Lori said that you had called.  What can I do for you?” 

“I need to see you.  I'm just doing and feeling strange things.  Please let me come see you.” 

“Nick, I can't fit you in today, but I can help you to relax.  Take a deep breath.”  With a single word from Dr. Strickland, Nick became relaxed and his pulse slowed. 

“Nick.  I want to you tell me everything.”  Phil Strickland leaned back in his office chair and unzipped his slacks.  Motioning for the young man in the recliner to kneel before him, he listened as Nick talked to him about everything he had done and felt.  Strickland listened as he watched the young man lick and suck his cock.  Soon, very soon, Nick would be ready and he would have him for his own pleasure.  Anytime, anyplace he wanted.  Nick's beautiful mouth and tight ass would be his.  As Nick told the doctor of his experience in the bar, Dr. Strickland continued to receive his blowjob. 

**** 

Over the next few days, Nick felt so strange.  At work, he was focused and felt great.  He was sleeping better than he had in months and he had Dr. Strickland to thank for that.  He just could not figure out why he needed to suck cock every single night.  He had not gone back to the bar by the university.  He had gone back to the dark theater and resumed his nightly routine.  Now, he wore the plug every night and imagined it was Dr. Strickland's cock. 

His bi-weekly session with the doctor was later that morning and the last few hours of work seemed to drag by.  As soon as his shift was over, he showered and then stood in one of the bathroom stalls and pulled the plug from his bag.  Spitting on the tip, he slowly inserted it into his tight hole.  He grunted as it breached the muscle and settled into place. 

When he entered Dr. Strickland's office, instead of standing like he normally did, the doctor remained seated behind his desk. 

“How are things today, Nick?” 

“I'm sleeping great.  I'm really focused at work.  And, and…I'm still…”  Nick looked down at the rug and paused. 

“You are still craving men, aren't you?”  The doctor's voice became even and Nick felt himself relaxing. 

“I crave cock.  Sucking cock.  The only man I crave is you.”  Nick would not look up. 

“It is perfectly normal for people to become enamored with their doctors.” 

Nick did not speak. 

“What would you like to do, Nick?”  Nick heard Dr. Strickland stand and felt him near him. 

“I don't know….”  Nick whispered. 

“Oh yes you do.  You want to suck my cock.  You want to taste me cum.  Don't you, Nick?” 

“Yes.”  Nick whimpered and felt his cock hardening. 

“You want to spread your legs for me and feel my cock deep inside your ass.  You want me to fuck you like the whore you are.  Isn't that right?” 

“Yes.”  Nick began to rub his hand over his erection. 

“Take off your clothes, Nick.  I want to see you.”  Strickland back up and leaned against his desk, arms crossed. 

Nick stood and quickly shed his clothes.  He stood before his doctor, his hard cock jutting out from his body. 

“You're beautiful and you are all mine.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes.”  Nick said softly. 

You will not go out anymore.  You will be at my beck and call.  Anytime, day or night.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” 

Nick watched as the doctor's hands unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock.  A wave of arousal hit Nick and it was so strong it almost brought him to his knees. 

Dr. Strickland moved forward and placed his hand on Nick's chest.  He pinched one of Nick's nipples and Nick cried out in pain.  Nick felt the ache in his cock grow.  He closed his eyes and felt the doctor's hands roaming all over his body.  When the doctor's fingers brushed up against the plug, the doctor whispered in Nick's ear.  “Very good.  Very, very good.” 

Nick opened his eyes when he felt Dr. Strickland move away.  The other man went over to his desk and began removing his clothing, folding everything carefully.  In the deep recesses of his mind, Nick wondered why he found the man appealing.  He was balding, had pale and sagging skin over a pot belly.   

Once he was completely naked, Dr. Strickland turned and motioned for Nick to come to him.  He was standing in front of the window and when Nick was close, he pushed him to his knees. 

“This is the cock you crave, isn't it?” 

“Yes.  God, yes.”  Nick said as he took the fat, uncircumcised cock into his mouth.  His own cock ached and leaked with need.   

As he watched Nick suck his cock, the doctor smiled and out of the corner of his eye, saw the young attorney across the courtyard watching.  The attorney had turned Strickland down, calling him an old fool.  Strickland now paraded beautiful men through his office.  And the attorney got to watch him having his way with each one.  His prescription of Viagra kept him fit and ready to perform. 

Resting his hand on Nick's head, the doctor eased his cock out of Nick's eager mouth.  “It's time to make you mine.  Get up and bend over my desk.” 

Nick stood and did what he was told.  He watched as Dr. Strickland went around his desk and opened the top right drawer.  He pulled out a bottle of lubricant and a condom.  Nick's cock twitched in anticipation.  He had wanted this for weeks. 

Behind him, he felt Strickland's knees push his legs apart.  He moaned as he felt the plug being twisted inside of him and gasped as the tip brushed his prostate. 

“You like having your ass filled, don't you?”  The doctor's voice was at his left ear.   

“Yes.”  Nick was panting now.  His cock was dripping pre cum onto the desk.  Suddenly, the plug was pulled out of his ass and Nick felt tears of pain and he cried out.  Nick had no sooner felt the tip of the doctor's cock at his entrance, when the man thrust forward, burying himself, ball deep into Nick.  Nick bit down on his lip to keep from screaming out. 

“So tight.  So good.”  The doctor stroked in and out, slow and steady.  The Viagra helped him stay erect for long periods of time and he enjoyed wearing his young lovers out.  He really enjoyed knowing that the son of a bitch across the office complex was watching him and was masturbating while Strickland was with his 'patients'. 

Sweat was pouring off of Nick and dripping onto the desk, it had seemed like hours since Strickland began fucking him.  His ass was sore and he had come once.  His cock was hard again but he felt weak and could barely stand.  He was actually resting on the desk now, elbows holding his head and shoulders up. 

Strickland finally pulled out and pulled the condom off and tossed it into his trashcan.  Without a word, he went to his office chair and sat down.  He threw his legs over the arms, exposing his hairy balls and ass. 

“Come over here, Nick.” 

Gingerly, Nick moved over to him.  Nick knelt down in front of him and reached for the older man's cock. 

“Not yet.  First, I want to you lick my ass.  Use your tongue on my ass.” 

Nick leaned down and ran his tongue over the pink puckered hole.  It tasted and smelled musky, but Nick wanted this.  He wanted to please this man so much.  Using both hands, he spread the doctor's cheeks and pushed his tongue into the pucker.  He swirled and licked until the doctor was moaning. 

“That feels good, so good.  Now, suck me.  Make me come in that sweet mouth of yours.”  Strickland sat up and put his feet on the floor.  He pushed Nick's face down onto his cock and threw back his head as Nick's mouth began to move up and down his shaft.   

When the doctor looked up, he saw the attorney standing at the window, his cock in his hand.  Smiling wickedly, Strickland pointed to Nick's ass, which was facing the window and motioned for the man to join them.  After a second, the man turned and disappeared. 

Strickland reached over to his desk and hit the button to his intercom.  “Lori, Mr. Stephens will be arriving shortly.  Please send him in as soon as he gets here.” 

“Yes sir.” 

After disconnecting, Strickland looked down at Nick, who was still licking and sucking his cock with enthusiasm.   

“You are such a little whore.  Aren't you?” 

“Yes.  Yes.”  Nick panted before taking the doctor's cock into his mouth again. 

“Such a good little whore.  I'm going to reward you.” 

Nick looked up questioningly.  “You're going to have two cocks to service very soon.” 

When Nick looked at him in confusion, the doctor spoke a few words in an even tone and soon Nick was relaxed and licking the doctor's balls. 

When the door opened, Strickland looked up and smiled.  “Well, well.  I'm so glad you could join us.  I do enjoy sharing my playthings.  And I have plenty to share.”  He laughed. 

“How do you do it?”  The attorney asked.  Strickland noted that the attorney's cock was straining against his suit pants and he could not take his eyes off of Nick's naked body. 

“I know how to use my cock, Mr. Stephens.  Now, why don't you get undressed and let me see what you have under that suit.” 

Stephens stripped off his suit, sock and shoes quickly while Strickland watched.  The black silk boxers had a wet strain in the front and the head of Stephens' cock was poking out of the fly.  Once the boxers were off, he stepped forward. 

“Do you want him?”  Strickland asked. 

“Oh, yeah.”  Stephens gripped his cock and reached down to stroke Nick's ass. 

“You can have him, but first you'll need to give me a bit of service.”  Stephens looked up with a frown. 

“What?” 

“Suck me off, then you can have him.”  Stephens looked at Nick, who by this time had stopped and was watching the two men.   

Strickland watched as rage and disgust showed on Stephens' face and looked at Nick.  “Nick, stand up please.” 

Nick stood and Strickland cupped Nick's balls.  “Look at this beautiful man.  He's mine and he'll do anything I want him to and I will share with you but only if you please me first.” 

Stephens took his time looking at Nick.  Nick's cock was hard and his balls were heavy and tight to his body.  He wanted him badly.  He had watched the old man bring one gorgeous man after another through this office and he was having sex with all of them.  He couldn't figure out what the old man had and he made his decision to do things his way. 

Stephens moved towards Strickland and dropped to his knees.  Soon, he was sucking the old man's cock, working it, using all his tricks to make the man come, so he could get on with fucking that beautiful tight ass.   

Nick stood and watched as this other man was sucking on the cock that he worshiped.  Sensing Nick's distress, Strickland rubbed a hand across his ass. 

“Don't worry, Pet.  You'll have your fun soon.” 

After awhile, Stephen's jaws hurt and he let Strickland's cock drop from his mouth.  He began to lick Strickland's balls and he started working a finger around the puckered entrance.  He knew that most men shot their wad quickly once you started finger fucking them while sucking them off. 

Once his finger was inside the old man, Stephens took the cock into his mouth again and Strickland began to move his hips and moan.  Soon, the acrid taste of cum hit Stephens' tongue and he gagged and spat it out.   

Strickland lay back in his chair, panting, his penis now lying limply across his thigh.  Stephens stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Strickland reached into his drawer and tossed Stephens a condom.  “Fuck him.  He likes it deep and a bit rough.” 

Looking up at Nick, Strickland nodded.  “Get on your knees, Nick.  Give him a good ride.” 

Nick got down on his hands and knees and kept his eyes on Strickland as Stephens pulled on the condom and rubbed the head of his cock around Nick's hole.  Slowly, he eased the head into the loosened hole.  Nick moaned and pushed back, driving the cock deeper into hi s body. 

“He's such a whore.”  Strickland said. 

Hearing the man he worshipped call him a whore got Nick more excited and he began to thrust his hips back and forth, his shaft slapping against his skin.   

Stephens laughed and gripped Nick's hips and slammed into Nick.  Over and over, Stephens' cock thrust into Nick's sore body, until Nick felt his balls drawing up.  He looked up at Strickland at the same time he ejaculated onto the carpet.   

“God, he's so fucking….hot…gonna make me…cum….God….cumming.”  Stephens pushed into Nick once more and grunted as he filled the condom.  Strickland watched as Stephens finally pulled out and discarded the used condom in the trashcan. 

He leaned back against the desk and looked up at Strickland.  Strickland dick still hung limply and he wondered again, just how such a man got all the hot lovers.  His gaze went to Nick, who was lying face down on the carpet with his eyes closed. 

“You said he does anything you say?”   

Strickland smiled.  “Anything.” 

“Lucky bastard.”  Strickland was still laughing when Stephens finished dressing and left the office. 

Strickland finally regained enough strength to stand.  “Get up, Nick.” 

Nick roused himself and slowly got to his feet.  He was sore and it hurt to move.  In a slow, soft voice, Strickland began to speak. 

“You will continue to sleep well and be sharp and focused at work.  Your life outside of work will be determined by me.  You will continue to worship me, worship my cock and I will be the only one that makes you come.  Tonight, you will come to my house….” 

The End