The Setup

By babiedboi published April 14, 2018
Summary
Corporate executive has no idea that a trip to his company's doctor would expose him to hypnosis - soon his deepest secrets would be revealed and used against him.

The Setup

The Doctor looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in his office….. “You don’t understand poor boy. You don’t understand that I can do absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me” he thought. The Doctor was right. But you didn’t want to believe it. The drug – you weren’t sure how he administered it or what it was – but it made you like putty in his hands. Then he started talking to you in those soothing tones…inviting you to relax…almost like…hypnosis.

It didn’t make it any easier that he was younger than you, or that he was strikingly handsome. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but helpless to do anything about it. You couldn’t even seem to remember anything about your sessions with him after they were over – it was like a dream. He adjusted his impressive manhood through his pants, smiling, completely in control. Self-assured and he knew it. He knew he controlled you, but it was what he DIDN’T know about you that had you worried. No! He couldn’t possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could he???!! “Come on, lay back and relax, ‘Timmy.’” He liked calling you ‘Timmy’, the childish version of your adult name, because it made you feel inferior to him, somehow weaker, more submissive. He jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. He didn’t know just how close to the mark he was! “Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me, what you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be a good boy, Timmy.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this!!! It was supposed to be cold and professional. It was supposed to be distant! He was supposed to be a professional. More than that, he was an employee. Yes, not only an employee, but he was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank! But it was YOU who was complying…..YOU who lay on the couch. Like in a very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very much aware that this man was on the edge of pulling down that carefully crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety. It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn’t anything you could do to stop the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the fear, but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond…. “Tell me, Timmy,” he gently prodded, “tell me a secret. Tell me a secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must. You’ll feel ever so much better.” He smiled, adjusted himself once more. He watched your face for any reaction. He purposely let his hand linger on the outline of his cock. Not shamelessly….. seductively. He caught it! “You like it, don’t you?” “What?” “Don’t lie, Timmy. You like my junk. You can’t seem to take your eyes off it. Trying to figure out the size of my cock, you bad boy?” “no, no i didn’t….” an almost pleading whisper “Now that’s interesting. Yes, interesting.” he smiled. Did he have something? Did he pick up a scent? “Most men would easily disregard the suggestion he was sizing up another man…unless he were secretly gay.” “What is it then, if not the cock? What is it little Timmy?” Before you could answer, he saw you flinch. “Ah, I think I understand now!” he mused. He was proud of himself. “Is it the actual words “Timmy”? It’s me calling you Timmy!” “yes.” You were compelled to tell the truth. “Oh! Timmy! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a break through!” The Doctor brought Tim out of trance and ended the session, but not before making a mental note of Tim’s additional reaction to “Timmy” when combined with the word “little.”

– LATER – A Corporate Executive Office –

“So, what have we accomplished after seven sessions with Tim? Do we know him any better?” The clever, aggressive executive took a particular delight in your new nickname, ‘Timmy.’ He liked it, he hoped for more… The young Doctor was eager for the older executive’s approval. “He’s still very reluctant to express any strong feelings. He won’t open up, even after our drug treatment. But today I caught an interesting reaction. He was aroused the more I used the words “Timmy”.” “Hardly significant, I would think.” the executive pondered. “Perhaps, but I think he may have had a stronger reaction to the word “little”. In fact, he acted like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar when I pressed him on that.” “So, perhaps we have a fetish? That could be useful.” the older man smiled. “It fits the personality profile we’re building, but I think there may be more, quite a bit more. A fetish is interesting, and useful. But I think ‘Timmy’ is more complex than that. To paraphrase: ‘Me thinks he doth protest too much’ his lack of interest in me using those words.” The older man looked thoughtfully at the psychologist. “What then?” “Maybe. Even better if he were a closet submissive. We need to do a bio-feedback check. It should give me the edge I need over him. It will be less expensive, in the long run.” The Doctor toyed with an expensive wrist watch similar to a FitBit, which had a small, intelligent bio-feedback sensor implanted in its plate. “Give him this; call it a reward, and make up some excuse. Then send him to our lab’s waiting room.” “Nice watch, but what is it going to tell us, besides the time?” the executive asked. The psychologist smiled, obviously proud of his high-tech approach. “The watch, actually the bio-feedback sensor, will give us a reading on what turns him on. He will know he has at least one hour to wait for his appointment, that he has some time to kill. The film from our hidden cameras will be correlated with the responses from the bio-feedback sensor.” “What are you going to do, show him porn videos??” he laughed. “Nothing quite that drastic. He will have a very limited choice of magazines to page through while killing time for his appointment. Nothing pornographic, mind you. I had something subtler in mind: Vogue, Cosmo, GQ, maybe even Good Housekeeping and Parenting. Let’s see what he hits on, what really interests him.” “I can even tell his preference in food by measuring the amount of time he spends looking at a recipe or cooking ad, along with his biological responses.” “Very well, get to it. We need results. This is very important for our company.”

– A WEEK LATER, AT THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE –

“So, what exactly is our Timmy? Is he a closeted gay man? Some kind of perv? What have you learned?” he asked the psychologist. “You’d be surprised! First, he completely ignored virtually all the photographs which included naked people, both male and female. He even ignored the swim suit spreads.” “So, our boy doesn’t like pictures of naked girls?” the executive asked. "No, I’d say that ‘skin’ doesn’t turn him on. Here’s a partial list, by magazine, type of photo, and physical reaction:

  1. Cosmo ——– naked woman ——– no response (no response)
  2. Cosmo ——– female dominant pic — mild erection (Rubbed thighs together, obviously excited.)
  3. GQ ——– guy gallery —– mild erection (Stared at photo or guy in underwear for five full minutes, erection grew stronger)
  4. Good Housekeeping —- Redecorating boy’s bedroom and article on — mild erection (Just scanned the story and photos.)
  5. Good Housekeeping —- Recipe section ——- strong erection/spotting (Stared for over five minutes, very strong erection. Story was about making baby food at home. Pictures not revealing at all…showed dad feeding baby in high chair. Indications of “pre-cum” secretions.)
  6. Parenting ——– article on age appropriate discipline (lingered on birth to 4 section) playpen photo —- strong erection/heavy spotting (Over five minutes staring at picture. Indications of “pre-cum” secretions.)
  7. Parenting ——– Pampers diapers —— strong erection/heavy spotting (Very strong reaction to diaper advertisement. Extremely strong erection. Subject obviously “moist” – pre-cum stain near groin. Could very well have ejaculated, but “calmed down” while on the edge.) “He has a very unique sexuality. He ignores pictures of naked women. But he likes men and women in parenting roles. He was turned on by a story that showed a woman making baby food for her infant. He came close to ejaculation when he saw an ad for diapers.” The executive pondered this information. “Is he some kind of pedo?” “No! He’s PROJECTING!! He sees HIMSELF WEARING THE DIAPERS AND EATING THE BABYFOOD!” He got so excited over a Pampers advertisement that he nearly needed a diaper himself! Seriously! Between the baby food story and the diaper ad, our Timmy nearly messed his pants!" “Pampers?!” the executive exclaimed. “Ah huh!” the psychologist continued. “Now, we have absolutely no evidence he is aroused by children. Quite the contrary. He does, however, seem to be aroused by THE CLOTHES of children and babies, like diapers and little onesies and baby bonnets.” The executive smiled, “Perhaps you really did strike a chord by calling him ‘little Timmy.’” “Yes! HE PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE BABY OUTFITS, JUST AS I THINK HE PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE NURSERY PHOTOS! I am certain he would submit to a dominant man! He needs to be ‘forced’ to dress and act like a baby. Our “Timmy” appears to be into infantilism.” “Infantilism?” the executive asked. “A term we use for people who are sexually excited by being regressed to infancy. Usually involves wearing babyish clothes, diapers, baby bonnets, plastic pants. Often involves ‘wetting’ games, baby talk, and the like. It can be voluntarily. But I don’t think so, in Timmy’s case. He definitely needs to be FORCED into the humiliation!” “Why forced? If he obviously LIKES to be diapered?” he asked. “He doesn’t want to become a baby. He is excited by being made to dress and act like a baby! Forced, that’s the key. But not just dressed as a baby. Timmy would secretly quiver with shameful delight if he were forced to ACT like a baby! That would be an ultimate turn on.” “How amusing! Dressing our little stud executive as a little baby! Hysterical!” “Our Timmy is a masochist. He probably wants to feel VERY young, and no doubt would find excruciatingly exciting to be forced all the way back to infancy, the more infantile, the better! That means he’d no doubt readily submit to “diaper discipline” especially if he were forced to dress and act like a little baby!” the Doctor smiled, “BUT it must always be FORCED, and he must always be painfully aware he is an adult, that he is forced to be a baby by a more dominant male!” The executive looked thoughtful, “How do you intend to proceed with his development?” “He needs a dominant master. The Master would force him to submit to a variety of humiliating situations: he would combine punishment, humiliation, and infantilism. Perhaps even some public humiliation, as long as it wasn’t career threatening.” the Doctor responded. The executive was smiling broadly now, “Of course! Imagine what leverage I can exert on him. He is already well known as a ‘macho stud’ by most of the people in the company. What I wouldn’t give to see him dressed as a little baby, in diapers and an oversized onesie.” “Yes! Ensure the Master keeps him completely under his control. But what’s this about public humiliation? I don’t want to lose him as a corporate asset, just totally control him.” “I understand your concerns,” the Doctor replied. “What I had in mind was to expose him to a select number of people. Perhaps one of our young junior executives, I’ve even considered recruiting Shawn to help out.” “You mean the really “out” gay guy in administrative services?” “Yes,” replied the Doctor. “Shawn is perfect. Timmy seems to have some sort of macho thing against openly gay men. He loves to ‘bash’ Shawn, calling him, ‘a little faggy fairy’.” “Oh!” smiled the executive, “now wouldn’t that be an interesting turnabout!” The Doctor agreed. “Yes, Shawn has an excellent sense of humor. I’m sure Shawn would love to turn the tables and play ‘wet nurse’ to Timmy for a couple of days! It would be exquisitely humiliating for Timmy, having the so-called “little faggy fairy’ dress him up in diapers and baby clothes, perhaps even changing his “Pampers”. And who knows, maybe letting Timmy ‘nurse’ like a good little baby,” he winked. The executive laughed, “Nurse??! You are a perfect bastard, I love it!! How absolutely humiliating for our Timmy! Babified and humiliated by the very man he used to ridicule!” The Doctor smiled, “Only one question, do you think he’d look sweeter in a romper or sleeper?” The executive laughed, “I don’t care, as long as it’s totally infantile; and his diapers are very, very wet after you are finished with him. And pictures! Loads of pictures! Humiliate and embarrass him! Emasculate him with diapers! Yes!!!” He turned serious again, “Have you found a ‘handler’ for him yet?” “Yes, but you know I dislike that term. His “Master” is already being briefed. He will act as my assistant, until I can transfer his case.” replied the Doctor. “Ok, ok,” the executive raised his hands in surrender, “tell me about the ‘Master’.” Justin is twenty-six years old, six foot one. I thought it more effective if he is slightly younger than him. Actually, he looks a bit like a young Jason Lewis, the hot model from Sex in the City. Graduate degree in psychology, in desperate need of funds, and an avid dominant.” “Good, very good. Keep up the hypnosis and ‘medication,’ We must ensure ‘Timmy’ continues to behave himself.” “Yes, of course. But the transition from a dominant male to a submissive does not happen overnight. I’ve explained to Justin that Timmy must initially be dominant in their relationship. He MUST be dominant over him, until the proper time when we can reverse the roles.” “Will that be difficult for him?” "I don’t think he relishes it, but he knows that his financial security is assured, and that eventually he will control the situation far beyond anything Timmy could ever imagine.
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