Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 10:41:12 -0800 From: Emmit Miller <comicmiller@gmail.com> Subject: Professor Davidson becomes Daddy "Professor Davidson becomes Daddy" By Emmett Miller Story inspired by this picture - https://40.media.tumblr.com/e53d63c6d66c15378427e0102976b0d7/tumblr_nxcslh8JZq1t57gwfo1_1280.jpg Note - I do not own this picture. This story originally featured on my Tumblr http://weirdgayposts.tumblr.com/ Message me to let me know what you think! comicmiller@gmail.com Also, I think it is worth mentioning that Mark is a senior in highschool and is 18! I just randomly started writing this story inspired by the picture. I'm really happy with how it came out. If you like it, I have some other stuff on nifty.org. Disclaimer: This is fiction. It didn't happen. Mark is 18. I own this story 100% but I do not own the picture it is based off. ---------- "It can be really difficult for some young men to embrace this treatment, but it is sure to do the job", Professor Davidson explained. I'd been so stressed lately, with exams and the new rules saying I had to actually pass them all without help to stay hockey captain. Professor Davidson had told me to stay back after the final period class he taught. I've always liked Davidson. He always looked out for me. "Now Mark, I know you've been having issues concentrating and understanding some of your coursework, and from what I've heard, it is the same in most of your classes." "Its just", I stammered, "Its just all too much. Theres too much work, too much going on" I even tried meditation to clear my head but it didn't help at all. I just feel like every muscle in my body is tight and contracted all the time. I'm all jumpy and can never focus on one thing at once." I'd never blabbered this much to a teacher ever, but I don't think I could stand all this stress without cracking much longer. "Mark, I know exactly how you feel. I went through something very similar at your age. I think I know the perfect treatment for you." Professor Davidson got up and locked the door and then went around and pulled all the blinds shit. "Sir I've tired meditating in the dark if that is what you mean." "No Mark, my treatment involves far more physical stimulation." He sat back down in front of me. "Now before we get started, I have to tell you that this treatment is very very controversial, but I know you can handle it. No it wont hurt you," He smiled, reassuring me when he noticed the look of fright on my face. "Its jus that generally society does not like me instructing you in these ways, because they deem them inappropriate. They thing I might be taking advantage of you and the dominant relationship I hold over you." These words confused me a little, but I was very curious at this point. Davidson took out his phone from the desk draw and pointed it at me. "What I need you to do, is to tell me that you understand and consent to this highly highly controversial treatment. Tell me that you will never reveal to anyone that I told you this or talked to you about this." I was very confused at this point. He couldn't possibly mean drugs could he? "I consent to this treatment and will never reveal what happens in this room with you." "Very good!" Professor Davidson put his phone down and smiled widely. His demeanour changed completely to one of almost cheerfulness. "Now, this treatment is mental and physical, so I will be giving you some instructions before we start." I nodded. "Throughout our sessions, yes there will be more," he said to my look of confusion. "you will call me daddy." I burst out laughing. I smiled widely too. "I know I know its very weird, but it will awaken something deep inside your subconscious, something that will bring you back to the ease of your childhood." "Fine, daddy." I chuckled. Professor Davidson took a key from a chain around his neck and unlocked the bottom draw of his desk. "I have to keep my tools for this treatment very secure, in a hatch under the draw, just incase anyone curious comes looking. He straightened back up but with nothing in his hands. "Now part of the treatment is the surprise of it, so I cannot show you what I have in this draw." At this point I was certain he was going to give me some drug. Weed? No to innocent? Ice? No too violent. "I need to you stand up, and remove all of your clothes." He said in his deep, authoritative baritone. Mayyybe there weren't going to be any drugs. I automatically started to unbutton my shirt. "Wait, what do you-" "Do what I say!" He boomed in an almost angry tone that came out of no where. "Sorry, Daddy." I muttered. Wait where the fuck had that come from. I was speaking like a child. I complied nervously. Continuing to unbutton my shirt, I stood up and kicked off my shoes. I expected him to look away or turn around as I removed my pants but his eyes stayed locked on mine. I stood in front of him in my tighty-whities and nothing else. Not even socks. "Very good son,"He smiled widely again. "I see you have a very healthy body." At this point I wasn't asking questions. I couldn't even start to guess what was going to happen. "Now son, I want you to stand by my desk over here," He indicated just beside it, "and just go ahead and drop that underwear of yours. It's nothing I haven't seen before, don't be embarrassed." "Yes, daddy," I replied, obeying him. It was almost too easy to obey him. These strange instructions. Part of me was saying I should punch Mr Davidson in the face, but most of me wanted what ever daddy what going to do to me. He looked down at my penis and balls. "I like how you keep your balls shaved. The girls must love that" "Thank you daddy," I was starting to get a little hard, and Mr Davidson knew. "Now son, I want you raise your left foot, and place it up on the table top just here. Thats right, thats a very good boy." I was starting to feel, not sleepy, almost thoughtless. It was just so easy for me to obey daddy completely. "Now close your eyes while I get out the instruments." I complied and heard a gentle thud and daddy closed the draw. "Now just keep your eyes closed while I prepare. Try to relax your body. Focus on your groin and abdominal muscles. Just allow them to relinquish all tightness." I focused on my front and back groin muscles, I didn't think I would have much luck, but low and behold my muscles let go like melting butter. I continued to relax all of my body I could while remaining upright. I heard a wet squelching noise, but was too internally focused to concentrate. Daddy was there and would take care of me. Daddy would solve all of my problems. Daddy just made everything so easy. "Now son, keep your eyes closed as long and you would like, and just focus on releasing all tension from your body. This instrument may feel strange at first, or even hurt a little, but it will help your body easily relax any time you like." I felt a cold, wetness against my anus. I think I had known this was coming for a while. I didn't mind. If daddy thought it was right, then I would obey daddy. Daddy slowly inserted the dildo into my anus, just very gently as first. I gasped in pain as the dildo opened my second sphincter. "Good boy. Just keep relaxing. Release that tension. Focus on the feeling of fullness the dildo is giving you. Focus on the completeness that your daddy is giving you." "Go deeper please daddy!" I murmured. I don't know where that had come from. The pain from the dildo was radiating through out every tip of my body down to my toes. It wasn't bad pain though. It was easy pain, almost relaxing pain. It was so so easy to focus every part of my mind on the pain and not the outside world. Suddenly I realised the pain was longer pain. Daddy had given me wholeness. Mr Davidson pushed the dildo all the way into my anus. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling. The more I allowed it to take over, the more I didn't feel it as pain, but as something truely amazing I had never felt before. "I love you daddy, thank you daddy" I murmured. I think my subconscious had full reign over my body at this point, able to speak my true desires without social pressure or influence getting in the way. "Do you like that dildo slipping and and out of your rectum son?" Daddy asked as he slowly reinserted the dildo, into my anal cavity, up to the synthetic ball sack." I looked back at my daddy, as he pumped my rectum with his dildo. "Yes, daddy, I love it. Thank you you."