Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:21:11 -0800 (PST)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doctor Ryder and Mister Buck

Doctor Ryder and Mister Buck

Copyright z119z (z119z2000@yahoo.com)
Originally written in 2006, revised in 2008

It was time, Doctor Ryder decided, to beta-test the latest
toy. He had been programming it for three months now, and
the recent results were promising. Both the software and
hardware were producing the desired modifications in output,
and the signs were encouraging that the optimal behavioral
patterns had been induced. His patience and hard work were
being rewarded--again. At most it might be necessary from
time to time to tinker with the design and make minor
adjustments in the toy's conditioning. A session of positive
reinforcement and neuro-linguistic programming once a month
would keep the device performing at its peak. The buyer
could simply connect the toy to his computer and run the
update. Of course, the biological components would wear out
more quickly--Doctor Ryder gave them twenty years, perhaps
twenty-five with luck, but then the toy could be recycled to
provide other services. It could become a servant or an
office assistant.

At first he had put the trainee into a trance every other
day, gradually accustoming it to associate the trances with
a feeling of wonderful euphoria. The doctor had begun with
simple connections. Pleasure came from being entranced.
Pleasure came from obedience. Every time the subject
submitted, it felt pleasure. It enjoyed obeying the doctor.
It wanted to please the doctor. It felt better than it ever
had before, and the deeper the trance, the better it felt.
Soon the trance had become a feedback loop. It literally was
unable to resist. Its entire body and mind hungered to be
hypnotized. More than anything else, it wanted the intense
feelings that had come to be available to it only through a
trance. Only the trance brought it such explosive
ejaculations, the mounting excitement capped by the waves
and waves of orgasm, each stronger than the previous one.
Ordinary intercourse with a human female, not to mention the
paltry relief of masturbation, could not begin to compare in
intensity or strength. Hypnosis, and the pleasures it
brought, had become an addiction for the subject. And Doctor
Ryder was happy to feed that addiction.

When Ryder felt that his control over the subject was
secure, he had moved on to other things, implanting
suggestions and letting them mature. Over the past week, he
had grown increasingly certain that the subject was ready
for testing. That afternoon, the subject was lying totally
entranced, eyes focused on the ceiling above it, intent on
the succession of swirling colors projected on it, as the
doctor's soft voice took it deeper and deeper. Its muscular
body was relaxed, arms resting at its sides, legs spread
apart, its facial muscles slack. As it had been trained, it
had removed its clothing. Upon entering the training room,
whatever it was wearing became an intolerable burden, heavy,
hot, itchy. It couldn't abide wearing any article of
clothing. It became comfortable only when it removed all of
its clothes and lay down nude on that wonderfully
comfortable bed and watched as the kaleidoscope of spiraling
colors emptied its mind of all thought.

Doctor Ryder had finished the conditioning regimen, and now
it was time to reward the subject. "Think back to this
morning. You were lying on this bed, watching the colors on
the ceiling, as they flowed into each other, ever changing.
So relaxed. So comfortable. Your mind was empty, without
thought, totally carefree. You were deep in trance. You had
learned your lessons very well, and as a reward, you were
given an orgasm. It was the strongest orgasm you have ever
had in your life. Now when I say the trigger, you are going
to have another orgasm. It will be twice as strong as the
orgasm you had this morning. Only through these trances can
you have such orgasms. Only by going deeply into trance and
obeying all the commands given you can you have such
orgasms. You have done very well this afternoon. This is
your reward, your reward for going so deeply into trance and
obeying all the commands given you. Now, initiate orgasm
sequence."

The subject's cock immediately grew erect and rigid. Its
stomach muscles rippled as the first of what would be many
waves of increasing pleasure flowed through its body. Each
cycle of the programming took it to a higher level of
excitement. Not a sound escaped from its lips as the
sequence of sensations programmed into it over several weeks
followed their inexorable course. At the end the subject's
entire body arched off the bed, only its heels and the back
of its head touching the mattress. Even muscle in its body
was taut and quivering from tension as stream after stream
jetted out of its cock, spurting onto its face and covering
its abdomen and chest with glistening cum. Not once had the
subject touched his cock. The doctor had not had to issue a
single prompt. The programming had been carried out in every
detail.

The subject's body collapsed on the bed, once again totally
relaxed. It lay there for exactly sixty seconds before
arising and walking to the shower cubicle in the corner of
the room. There it had washed itself clean. Then it stood
quietly while the two attendants spread shaving cream over
its entire body and shaved it smooth. For half an hour, the
only sound in the room was the scraping of the razors
against its skin and the occasional command from the
attendants telling it to raise its arms or to bend over and
spread its cheeks. At the end it knelt down so that the hair
on its head could be clipped off and then shaved down to the
scalp. A quick shower removed the remains of the shaving
cream. The attendants examined the subject's body and
whisked away a few outstanding hairs. A light application of
an emollient oil left the subject's body gleaming. The head
attendant signaled the doctor that the subject was ready to
be inspected, and then he and the other assistant left the
room.

The faint aroma of soap rose from the subject's body. The
skin glistened in the light, still glowing pink from the hot
shower. The subject's musculature was extraordinary. Every
muscle was defined and separately outlined. It could serve
as an anatomy lesson if the doctor ever wanted to share it
with his colleagues. The subject's pecs were precisely to
the doctor's taste. The bottom edges were perfect half
circles, and the line continued upward smoothly to form the
outside arch of the muscle. The inside edges etched two
parallel lines over the sternum.  The nipples were centered
in the swelling of the muscle, the aureoles dark in color
and large. The subject's newly shaved stomach and groin
exposed every abdominal muscle to the doctor's gaze. The
thighs and buttocks were full and rounded. As the subject
moved, the muscles shifted under its skin as they contracted
and relaxed.

The doctor had waited years for such perfection to come his
way. Years of developing his technique on inferior specimens
in the hope that one day he would find someone worthy of his
studies. And finally he had. Some trifling sports injury had
brought the subject to him. What was its name?  He couldn't
remember. Well, it no longer mattered. As soon as the young
man had stripped that first day in his examination room, he
knew that at least physically the desired specimen had come
to him. The injury had been quickly dealt with, and the
doctor had recommended a series of vitamin shots, along with
a course in "relaxation and visualization techniques" to
help prevent similar problems in the future. He had spoken
with just enough professional authority, relying on his
reputation as a sports doctor and miracle worker to overcome
any objections the subject might have. A shot of "vitamins"
had introduced enough of the drug into its system to lower
the barriers to hypnosis. Several sessions had shown that it
was a good subject. His insurance even paid for the doctor's
"treatments." Sports medicine supplied the doctor not only
with a generous income but also a steady source of willing
applicants.

The subject was so lucky; it had come to just the right man.
No other doctor would have made as good a use of it as he
would. And now it was apparently his, his for whatever
purposes he chose. Well, he had waited this long. He could
wait another few hours. One of Carlos's excellent dinners, a
glass or two of that Merlot he had bought on his last trip
to California, one of those excellent Cuban cigars, and the
contemplation of his plans for the subject would make the
subject's deflowering even more enjoyable.

The doctor allowed himself to stroke the subject's body
briefly. It was a very nice body, more than nice. He smiled
to himself. "Very good. You will not wear clothes again. You
detest clothing. It would make you feel ill to wear clothes
of any sort. Even the lightest silk briefs would make you
nauseous. Do your afternoon exercises and then return to
your room. Make yourself clean and then come to my study in
the main house tonight at 10."

Precisely at 10:00 Carlos knocked on the door to the study.
"Your evening appointment has arrived, Sir."

"Thank you, Carlos. The entrecote was excellent by the way.
A perfect choice for this evening. I will not require
anything else tonight. I will see you in the morning."

"Then I will wish you a good evening, Sir." Carlos held the
door open to allow the subject to enter and then closed it
silently. The subject stood nude before the doctor. The
doctor was pleased to see that it had oiled its body
lightly. On its head, only a black glaze marked where the
once-luxuriant growth of hair had been removed. "At ease."
The subject immediately stood with its legs spread a foot
apart and its hands behind its back at waist level. Its head
was pulled back, and its eyes stared unseeing straight
ahead.

Ryder reminded himself that this was the easy part. The
physical commands that brought the subject to his study did
not interfere with the subject's original mindset. The
reprogramming of the subject, the changing of its sexual
orientation, the imposition of submissiveness and obedience-
-these were much harder to achieve. It had required much
work on the subject. Now he would see how successful his
efforts had been.

Ryder got up from behind his desk and crossed the room to
the fireplace. As he walked across the room, the subject
turned to follow him, keeping itself available to the
doctor. Ryder allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the
subject's body. It had been a good selection, well worth the
investment of his time and energies.

He opened the humidor on the mantel and selected a cigar. As
he pulled it from the humidor, he glanced into the mirror
over the fireplace and saw that the subject's eyes were
frozen on the cigar in his hand. Very good. Very promising
indeed, thought Ryder. As he went through the ritual of
rolling the cigar between his fingers and cutting the end,
the subject's eyes never left it. As the doctor moistened
the end of the cigar, the subject's lips parted slightly and
the tip of its tongue licked them. Ryder took his time
lighting the cigar. The subject's attention never wavered.
Ryder inhaled slowly and felt the smoke enter his mouth. He
held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled. The smoke
drifted lazily from his mouth, gray-white eddies of smoke
rising from between his lips and ascending.

As the smoke appeared, deep in the subject's mind, a
response was triggered. Without thought or a conscious
decision on the subject's part, its cock grew rigid and
erect. The trigger had worked. "Very good."  The subject
groaned as a wave of pleasure, more pleasure than it had
ever felt before in its life, flowed through its body.
Another trigger had worked. The doctor sat  down and quietly
smoked for several minutes, as the subject grew more and
more excited. His eyes were blinking rapidly, and his cock
stood straight up. "Eyes closed. Trance."  The subject
instantly relaxed. Its mind grew blank, as the now-familiar
feeling of warmth and security overcame its mind.

The doctor stood up and allowed himself to stroke the
subject's body. But patience, patience, he counseled
himself. The pleasures of success would come soon enough.
He went through the doorway at the back of the study and
into his private room. He removed his smoking jacket and
hung it in the closet. The tie came off next, followed by
his shoes and the rest of his clothing. The doctor has "left
the building," he thought. From the closet he pulled out a
pair of black boots. The shine on them was impeccable. The
aromas of the leather and the polish aroused memories of
pleasures past.

The boots had been crafted to his exact measurements from
the softest of glove leather. They fit his feet and calves
so well that they slid on, encasing his legs up to his knees
in shiny black leather. He paused for a second to look in
the mirror. The curves of the boots caught the dim light in
the room and converted it into a series of sinuous curves
and lines. Mister Buck had arrived.

He returned to his study and sat down again. He picked up
the cigar, crossing his legs and resting his left ankle on
his right knee. The subject stood relaxed before him. "Eyes
open."  It took only a second for the subject to notice the
boots. It dropped to its hands and knees and knelt at his
feet, gazing hungrily at the boots. Mister Buck drew on the
cigar and blew the smoke over the subject. As the smoke
circled its head and it breathed it in, it moaned with
excitement. "Quiet. There is to be no noise." Mister Buck
slowly moved his left foot back and forth before the
subject's eyes. "Lick."

The subject's tongue glistened in the light as it began to
lick the boots, covering every inch methodically from top to
bottom, as it had been programmed to do. Back and forth it
licked the boots, pausing only occasionally to take a deep
breath and then to continue. Mister Buck lifted his right
leg straight out, and the subject dutifully and without
hesitation began to lick the soles of the boots. "Very
good."  The subject shuddered with pleasure. Mindless
ecstasy swept over it. "Good doggy." The embedded commands
were working so well. It was a credit to his training.

"Woof."  The subject pressed its groin against Mister Buck's
boots, its rigid cock rubbed back and forth over the boots.
Its eyes rolled back into its head, and it began to pant
with excitement, its mouth hanging open, its tongue lolling
out. Its thrusts became uncontrolled as it mounted the
boots. It would not, Mister Buck knew, orgasm unless he gave
the command. He did not even need to test that. "Stop."  The
subject froze.

"Bad doggie. It has soiled my boots."  The subject pressed
itself against the floor in abject submission, its body
trembling in expectation of punishment. "Bad, bad doggie."
Buck crossed to his desk and pulled a cleaning kit from a
drawer. "Clean up the mess you have made." The subject took
the leather bag from him. When Buck had sat down again, it
began to clean his boots. Lovingly, it rubbed the leather
cleaner into the boots and them wiped them cleaned. When it
had finished, it carefully spread a layer of polish on each
boot and then buffed them to a high gloss with the brushes.
Its eyes signaled its thanks to Mister Buck for allowing it
to serve him in this way.

"Doggie has done very well. Good doggies get a reward." The
subject grinned in anticipation. The videos had trained it
to understand the concept of reward. Mister Buck reached
forward and petted it on the head. He leaned back in the
chair and picked up his cigar again. "Begin."  The subject
obediently moved forward to his crotch and began to lick.
Mister Buck enjoyed the remainder of his cigar as the pet's
demonstrated that it how well it had learned its lessons,
how very well indeed.

To Mister Buck's taste, the smoke of even the best cigar
began to degenerate in quality when only three inches
remained. He took a final draw and then tossed it into the
fireplace. As the subject's head slowly rose and fell
between his legs, he contemplated the rounded globes of its
perfect ass. Amazing to think that this subject had never
sucked a cock before. Its technique was definitely first
rate, just the right amount of pressure and suction to
arouse but not so much as to bring about a climax
prematurely.

"Come."  The subject obediently followed Mister Buck into
the next room. "Kneel down on the bed. Spread your legs and
raise your ass in the air." Mister Buck spread a film of
lubricant between the subject's ass. As he touched the
subject's anus, he felt it tense and draw away slightly.
"Relax. All pleasure comes from satisfying me."  He spread
more lubricant on his fingers and softly stroked the
subject's anus to accustom it to the new sensation that was
coursing through its body, speaking softly to it and
awakening its programming. Gradually the subject relaxed.

His cock had grown flaccid while he had been preparing the
subject. "Suck." The subject turned around and took his cock
in its mouth. "A little harder. Make my cock hard." The
reaction was more than he expected. The subject had very
strong mouth and throat muscles. "Stop. Turn around again.
Good. Now lower your ass just a little. Very good. Now
relax."

As he had expected, the subject's rectum was very tight. It
gasped as he entered it. Well, that was to be expected the
first time. "Quiet. No noise now. You enjoy this."  The
subject twisted his head around and smiled. Buck thrust his
cock all the way in and stood without moving to let the
subject adjust to the pressure. But instead of just allowing
Buck's cock to rest unmoving, the subject squeezed its
sphincter muscles and tightened them around the cock. The
feeling was incredible and so unexpected that Buck groaned
with pleasure and surprise. And then the subject slowly
began to move back and forth so that all Buck had to do was
stand there as it fucked itself, exerting just enough
pressure to keep Buck erect but not so much as to bring him
to orgasm yet.

Mister Buck thought to himself that he must remember to
thank Doctor Ryder tomorrow for the excellence of his
training. Tonight, he did not think he would have the time
or the energy to express his appreciation.