A small interior stairway zigzagged up to the higher floors. The second-floor doorway had a small brass nameplate on the front of it, along with an opaque glass window. Alexa opened it and smiled at Ben as she led him inside.
“Good morning.” A woman in her early to mid-forties sat behind a receptionist’s desk. She wore a pair of oval shaped glasses and smiled at them as they approached.
“Hello,” said Alexa. “I’m Alexa Murdock. I made an appointment for my son, Ben.”
“Ah yes, of course.” The woman stood up slowly and came around to the other side of the desk to greet them. “Welcome. Please, have a seat.”
She was attractive, both in a physical and professional sense. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, without a trace of gray. She was tall and thin in a feminine, elegant way. She wore a purple sweater over a button up blouse and a gray pencil skirt, an outfit that was casual, and yet serious.
“Ben, I’m Dr. Kimberly Heart,” she said. “You can call me Kim or Dr. Kim, whichever you prefer.”
“Okay,” he said. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Kim.”
He reached his hand out to shake hers. Dr. Kim took shook it slowly, almost sensually. She locked eyes with him and let one of her fingers caress the inside of his palm. Ben felt the intensity of her gaze, even as he looked away.
“Did I give you enough information about Ben’s situation over the phone?” asked his mom.
“Yes, but anything else you can add would be helpful.”
Alexa glanced over at Ben, as though hoping he’d join in and help describe his situation. When Ben wasn’t forthcoming, she cleared her throat and gave Dr. Kim a basic rundown of the past few weeks.
“I see.” Dr. Kim walked over to her desk, returning with a clipboard and patient information packet. “If you could fill these out Mrs. Murdock, I’ll take Ben back into my office so the two of us can get started.”
“Yes, of course.” Alexa took the clipboard and gave Ben’s hand a gentle squeeze. She smiled at him, her eyes meeting his and conveying a bit of both the hope and worry that she was feeling.
“Right this way, Ben,” said Dr. Kim.
She led him through a door in the back of the lobby and closed the door behind them. It looked exactly like what Ben always imagined a therapist’s office looking like, complete with the long, black leather therapy chair, leafy plants, and several bookshelves full of medical texts.
“Please, have a seat,” said Dr. Kim. She walked over to her desk and leaned back on it. “The most important thing in a session like this is for you to feel comfortable, Ben.”
He took a deep breath and forced himself to smile.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just… haven’t been myself lately.”
“It’s quite alright. It takes a lot of courage to get to where you are now. The hard part is over.”
Ben settled into the therapy chair, leaning against its slanted back. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw Dr. Kim watching him with a smile on her face.
“How has your summer been going, Ben?” she asked.
Ben shrugged and looked down his hands, rubbing his fingers together with more nervous tension that he wanted to showcase.
“It’s been tough,” he said. “So far, at least. I was pretty crushed when the year ended, and I really got a sense of what it meant to not be going off to college with my friends.”
Dr. Kim nodded. She didn’t make any move to write down his response. Her eyes were empathetic, and she appeared to muse over his answer for a moment, looking for something in the words.
“Your mom mentioned that you’ve been playing a lot of video games,” she said, voice nonjudgmental and matter of fact. “Is that something that you enjoy?”
Ben shrugged again.
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess it is. At least when it’s something that I’m doing in moderation, and not using to run away from my problems.”
Dr. Kim smiled at him.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before, Ben?” asked Dr. Kim, in that same matter of fact voice.
“What?”
“Have you ever kissed a girl, or done anything more than just that?” she repeated.
Ben felt his cheeks flush up slightly. His experience with girls at his school had been limited to the occasional bout of flirting, and nothing more. It wasn’t for lack of interest on his part, but as with many things in his life, he always made the mistake of setting his expectations too high and lacking the motivation in the essential moments.
“Is this… do I really have to talk about this?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Dr. Kim. She folded her legs and looked down at him from her spot against the desk. “I have a theory about what might be wrong with you, Ben. I need to know the truth.”
Ben frowned, and then after a few seconds, shook his head slightly.
“No,” he said. “I… haven’t done much with girls. I haven’t done anything, really.”
“And you are attracted to them, are you not?”
Ben gritted his teeth, feeling a small burst of irrational anger welling up in his chest.
“Yes,” he said sharply. “I am.”
“Look, I’m sorry to poke at this if it’s a sensitive subject for you,” she said. “But I’ve dealt with cases like yours before. Cases involving teenaged male virgins.”
“This is ridiculous,” said Ben. “How is this any of your-“
“I’m not trying to offend you, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “In fact, the reason why I’m bridging this hypothesis is because of what I see when I look at you.”
“Oh yeah? And what, exactly, is that?”
“A strapping young man,” said Dr. Kim. “You’re tall, in relatively good shape. You have a nice, boyish face, and probably a few other adequate features under the hood, so to speak.”
She grinned at him, and if Ben hadn’t already been at his limit for embarrassment, he would have looked away.
“Are you willing to hear out what I have to say about your condition, and what I believe might be an appropriate, simple solution?”
Ben thought about it for a moment before nodding.
“I guess.”
“Perfect!” Dr. Kim walked over to the door of her office and set the lock on her door. She turned around to look at him and took slow steps over to where he was on the therapy chair.
“Why did you lock the door?” asked Ben.
“Because I’m going to ask you to take off your pants in a couple of minutes, Ben.”
CHAPTER 4
Ben blinked. He was absolutely sure that he’d misheard her, but his brain couldn’t decipher what her original intended words had been. He opened his mouth, closed it, scratched his head, and then opened his mouth again.
“Uh, do you think you could repeat that for me?” he asked. Dr. Kim had a faint smile on her face and met his eyes confidently.
“It’s probably best if I explain my observations a bit more thoroughly,” she said. “From what I can tell, Ben, you’re suffering from a mild case of depression, with elements of agoraphobia and social anxiety mixed in.”
“I… wouldn’t argue with that, I guess,” he replied.
“I’ve seen it many times before, under many different circumstances,” said Dr. Kim. “Oftentimes when it comes to people your age, it’s dismissed as teenage angst, or moodiness.”
Dr. Kim leaned over the therapy chair, allowing Ben a nice view of her blouse and the smooth skin of her neckline and bust. He let his eyes trace their way down her body, which was thin, and wondered about what she looked like unwrapped.
“Before I moved to Pinecross, I worked as an emotional and intimacy therapist in New York City,” said Dr. Kim. “I’ve seen your exact case several times before. You’re a virgin, you’re stuck in your comfort zone, and some of the only outlets you have, in your case, your friends, are being pulled away from you.”
Ben took a deep breath and thought about what she was saying.
“Aren’t there pills or so
mething that you’re supposed to try to give me?”
Dr. Kim smiled at him.
“Is that what you want, Ben?” she asked. “What I’m suggesting is very different from that, and more focused on helping you achieve a healthy emotional balance, and develop as a person.”
“And what are you suggesting, exactly?”
A silent second that seemed to last an eternity went by. Ben held eye contact with Dr. Kim throughout it, feeling tension form in the air that had an almost tangible quality to it. She was feeling something too, contributing her own emotions to the vibe in the room.
“You have a hormonal imbalance, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “But it’s more than just that. I think it would be more appropriate to call it an emotional intimacy imbalance.”
Ben shook his head.
“This is starting to sound a little too much like new age nonsense for me.”
“How often do you open up to people, Ben?” asked Dr. Kim.
“Often enough.”
She gave him a blank look.
“I don’t mean in conversation,” she said. “I mean emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I don’t think it would be out of line for me to suggest that you’ve never done it before.”
“I…” Ben bit back his initial response. He wanted to tell her that she was talking out of her ass, and that he knew himself well enough to know that she was wrong. But he couldn’t, and his thoughts turned back to his dark, dank room, Valenfall, and the person he was slowly turning into over days and weeks of self-enforced seclusion.
“Ben, I don’t think you’d find the treatment I have in mind to be anything other than practical,” said Dr. Kim. “It’s one I’ve recommended to patients before, and aside from a few cases in which puritanical values or embarrassment got in the way, it’s been quite effective.”
“…What is it?” he asked.
Dr. Kim didn’t answer him immediately. She walked back over to her desk and pulled something out from a drawer near the bottom of it. Ben saw what it was as she moved back over to him, and accepted the tiny box of tissues as she handed it to him.
“Ben,” she said, in a soft voice. “I want you to masturbate. Right here, with me in the room. With me guiding you through it, with my voice.”
His reaction would have been surprised, shocked even, if not for the fact that he found it impossible to take her suggestion seriously.
“Is this some kind of joke?” asked Ben. “Or like, I don’t know, some type of weird point you’re trying to prove? Yes, I’ve been out of it lately, and I’ve been feeling really depressed. But I’m not stupid.”
Ben chuckled to himself. He looked down at the box of tissues and then back up at Dr. Kim. He immediately did a double take when he saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra underneath was light purple, and it kept her small breasts neatly confined.
“I’m serious,” she said. “And I can undress further if you need more convincing.”
Despite himself, Ben felt his cock slowly hardening in his pants. He nodded slowly without realizing it and watched as Dr. Kim walked over to her chair behind her desk. She rolled it across the floor until it was close to Ben’s therapy chair, turned it so it was facing away from him, and sat down.
“Are you ready, Ben?” she asked.
“What? No, I-”
“I want you to unzip your jeans,” said Dr. Kim. “That’s all. I already unbuttoned my blouse. You can at least do that much so that we’re even.”
Ben ran a hand through his hair, and then slowly reached down and unzipped his jeans.
“Okay,” he said. “I did it.”
“Now reach down and very carefully, very gently, pull your erection out.”
“This… is insane.” Ben furrowed his brow and stared down into his lap.
“Are you happy with your life right now, Ben?”
He thought about the question for a moment.
“…No,” he said.
“Then listen to my words and follow along,” said Dr. Kim. “It’s that simple.”
“…Alright.”
“Ben…” Dr. Kim’s voice took on a sensual, candy coated tone, almost like a woman from a sex line. “I want you to pull out your young, hard cock. Let it out, Ben. Hold it in your hand.”
Still fighting his own embarrassment and doubts, Ben slipped his boxers and pants down further and took out his cock. He kept his hands on either side of it, though it was too large for him to cover plausibly if someone came in, or if Dr. Kim turned around.
“Good,” she said, without needing to look. “Now Ben, I want you to slowly wrap your hand around the base of your erection.”
Her words were hot and illicit and made his entire cock pulse with pleasure as he took hold of it. Ben stared across the room at Dr. Kim’s back. She looked much more attractive than she had before, as though she’d revealed her real self underneath.
“Slowly bring your hand up…” Dr. Kim’s voice was a sexy, soft whisper. “…And then back down.”
Ben did it. A slow moan escaped his lips. It felt incredible, better than masturbation ever had for him before. He was in public, in his therapist’s office, no less, stroking his cock. His mom was waiting no more than a dozen feet outside the room, and he was in here, aroused and engaged by Dr. Kim’s voice.
“Does that feel good, Ben?” Dr. Kim all but giggled, her voice glowing with sexy flirtatiousness.
“Yes,” he said. “It feels… great.”
“Close your eyes, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “Close your eyes and focus on the sensation for me. Up, and down. Up, and down.”
Ben closed his eyes and let her voice guide him. The pleasure was insane, several magnitudes higher than what he was capable of reaching on his own. It felt like it had its own form and shape, and each stroke on his cock stretched it into something larger than it had been before.
“That’s it, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “You’re so young and enthusiastic. You’re at your sexual peak, and the more you embrace it, and enjoy it, the more everything is going to fall into place.”
Strangely, Ben began to feel a sensation inside of him that could only be described as sexual confidence. He smiled slightly. He was masturbating in front of Dr. Kim, a woman in her mid-forties, who was far enough past the point of her peak sexuality to make what he had into an enviable thing.
“Ben…” Dr. Kim’s voice came from closer to him than it had before, but he didn’t flinch away. Instead, Ben slowly shifted position, opening his legs, leaning back on one elbow, and stroking his cock as though trying to put on an erotic show.
A soft, warm hand settled onto Ben’s thigh. A new undercurrent of pleasure coursed through him as it slowly slid up toward his crotch, stopping just before reaching his cock.
“You’re so young,” whispered Dr. Kim. “A strong young man, with a hard young cock.”
As she said the word cock, her hand moved up a little further. It closed over Ben’s, as though locking his into place. She let him lead for a moment, and then slowly took control, guiding Ben’s hand with her own and giving him what was essentially on the verge of being a handjob.
“Oh, wow,” moaned Ben. He could feel his limit approaching. A flutter of panic surged through him as he thought about what he would do when he was ready to cum.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” whispered Dr. Kim. “Stay in the moment.”
He kept stroking with his hand, listening to the soft, unintelligible cooing noises that Dr. Kim continued to urge him on with. He felt pleasure building in his crotch, and then his chest, and then all of his body at once.
“Oh!” Ben jerked his hips up as he reached his limit. Cum erupted out of his cock. With his eyes closed, he couldn’t see where it ended up, but he felt the soft dabbing of tissues and heard Dr. Kim giggling and marveling under her breath.
“Oh my,” she said. “That was quite the powerful orgasm, Ben. You can open your eyes, now.”
Ben almost didn’t want to. It felt good just to lie there in the therapy cha
ir, and to let all his troubles fade underneath the tide of pleasure overtaking him. He slowly came back to reality. Dr. Kim was still sitting next to him when he opened his eyes, carefully cleaning off his crotch with a handful of tissues. She smiled at him and then cleared her throat, standing up to throw the sticky mess into her garbage.
“How do you feel?” she asked, smiling.
“Amazing,” said Ben. “I feel… amazing.”
Dr. Kim buttoned her blouse up with quick movements and nodded to him.
“We’ll leave things here for today, Ben,” she said.
“Can I schedule another appointment?” he immediately asked.
“You can…” Dr. Kim frowned slightly. “The goal for this treatment, as I hope you can understand, is to help you find someone who can do this for you in a truly intimate capacity.”
“Like… a girlfriend?” asked Ben.
“Or someone who can serve as a surrogate,” said Dr. Kim. “Someone close to you. The more you can share your sexuality with someone that truly cares about you, the more sexually realized you’ll become.”
Ben finished zipping his pants up and stood up. Dr. Kim was waiting for him by her desk, and he wiped his hand off on the back of his jeans before reaching out to shake her hand.
“Thank you, Dr. Kim,” he said. She nodded curtly.
“Send your mother in,” she said. “I need to talk to her about something.”
Ben felt his heart skip a beat.
“You aren’t going to tell her about… well, about this, are you?”
“Ben…” Dr. Kim set her hands on his shoulders. “She cares about you. She cared enough to seek me out. She deserves to know.”
Ben didn’t say anything. The idea of his mom knowing about what had just happened, about him masturbating in front of his therapist, with her just outside the room, was horrifying. He swallowed, feeling the shame as though it were a cold chill in the air.
“Trust me, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “Telling her is for the best. Don’t worry. I will keep my explanation tasteful and discrete.”
She winked at him, and Ben turned to leave the room.
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