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Theatre ch.3
🕑 Added 2024-06-02 22:08:06 +0000 UTCHarry blinked. He was absolutely sure he had misheard her, but his brain couldn't decipher what her original intentions were. He opened his mouth, closed it, scratched his head, then opened it again.
"Could you repeat that for me?" he asked. Dr. Apolline smiled faintly and looked confidently into his eyes.
"It's probably best if I explain my observations a bit more thoroughly," she said. "From what I can tell, Harry, you’re suffering from a mild case of depression, with elements of agoraphobia and social anxiety."
"I... I wouldn’t argue with that," he replied.
"I’ve seen this many times, in different circumstances," Dr. Apolline said. "Often, when it comes to people your age, it’s dismissed as teenage angst or moodiness."
Dr. Apolline leaned over the therapy chair, giving Harry a nice view of her blouse and the smooth skin of her neckline and chest. He let his eyes trace a path down her body, which was slim, and wondered what she looked like when unwrapped.
"Before I moved to Godric's Hollow, I worked as an emotional and intimate therapist," Dr. Apolline said. "I’ve seen your case a few times before. You’re a virgin, stuck in your comfort zone, and some of the only opportunities you have, in your case your friends, are being taken away from you."
Harry took a deep breath and thought about what she said. "Isn’t there some kind of pill you could give me?"
Dr. Apolline smiled at him. "Is that what you want, Harry?" she asked. "What I’m suggesting is very different from that and focuses more on helping you achieve a healthy emotional balance and personal growth."
"And what exactly are you suggesting?"
A second of silence passed, which seemed to last an eternity. Harry maintained eye contact with Dr. Apolline the entire time, feeling the tension in the air almost tangible. She also felt something, bringing her own emotions into the room's atmosphere.
"You have a hormonal imbalance, Harry," Dr. Apolline said. "But it’s more than that. I think a more appropriate term would be an emotional imbalance."
Harry shook his head. "This is starting to sound a bit too much like New Age nonsense to me."
"How often do you open up to people, Harry?" Dr. Apolline asked.
"Oftentimes enough."
She looked at him with a blank stare. "I don’t mean talking," she said. "I mean emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I don’t think it would be unfair to suggest that you’ve never done that before."
"I..." Harry bit back his initial response. He wanted to tell her she was talking nonsense and that he knew himself well enough to know she was wrong. But he couldn’t, and his thoughts returned to the dark, damp room, the game, and the person he was slowly becoming during days and weeks of enforced isolation.
"Harry, I don’t think you’d find the treatment I’m suggesting to be anything but practical," Dr. Apolline said. "I’ve recommended it to patients before, and aside from a few cases where Puritan values or embarrassment got in the way, it has proven quite effective."
"...What is it?" he asked.
Dr. Apolline didn’t answer him immediately. She walked back to her desk and took something out of the bottom drawer. Harry saw what it was when she returned to him and took the small box of tissues she handed him.
"Harry," she said in a soft voice. "I want you to masturbate. Here, with me in the room. With me guiding you through it, with my voice."
His reaction would have been surprised, even shocked, if not for the fact that he couldn’t take her suggestion seriously. "Is this some kind of joke?" Harry asked. "Or, I don’t know, some weird point you’re trying to make? Yeah, I’ve been off my game lately and feeling really down. But I’m not stupid."
Harry laughed to himself. He looked down at the box of tissues, then back at Dr. Apolline. He did a double-take when he saw her unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra underneath was a light purple, holding her small breasts in place. "I’m serious," she said. "And I can strip down further if you need more convincing."
Despite himself, Harry felt his cock slowly harden in his pants. He nodded slowly, not realizing it, and watched as Dr. Apolline moved her chair from behind the desk. She slid it across the floor until it was close to Harry's therapy chair, turned it away from him, and sat down.
"Are you ready, Harry?" she asked.
"What? No, I...
"I want you to unbutton your jeans," Dr. Apolline said. "That’s all. I’ve already unbuttoned my blouse. You can at least do that much so we’re even."
Harry ran his hand through his hair and then slowly reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
"Okay," he said. "I’ve done it."
"Now, reach down and very carefully, very gently, take out your erection."
"This... is crazy." Harry frowned and looked down at his knees.
"Are you happy with your life right now, Harry?" He considered the question for a moment. "No," he said.
"Then listen to my words and follow me," Dr. Apolline said. "It’s that simple."
"Alright."
"Harry..." Dr. Apolline’s voice took on a sensual, honeyed tone, almost like a woman from an erotic hotline. "I want you to take out your young, hard cock. Let it out, Harry. Hold it in your hand."
Still battling his own embarrassment and doubts, Harry slid down his boxers and pants and pulled out his penis. He kept his hands on either side of it, though it was too big to be concealed if someone walked in or if Dr. Apolline turned around.
"Good," she said, not looking at him. "Now, Harry, I want you to slowly wrap your hand around the base of your erection."
Her words were hot and forbidden, making his entire penis throb with pleasure. Harry stared at Dr. Apolline's back on the other side of the room. She looked far more attractive than before, as if she had revealed her true self.
"Slowly lift your hand..." Dr. Apolline's voice was a sultry, soft whisper. "...And then back down."
Harry did as instructed. A slow moan escaped his lips. It felt amazing, better than any masturbation he had experienced before. He was in a public place, in his therapist's office no less, stroking his penis. His stepmom was waiting not more than a few feet outside the room, and here he was, aroused and guided by Dr. Apolline's voice.
"Does it feel good, Harry?" Dr. Apolline almost giggled, her voice shimmering with sexy playfulness.
"Yes," he replied. "It feels... great."
"Close your eyes, Harry," Dr. Apolline instructed. "Close your eyes and focus on the sensations. Up and down. Up and down."
Harry closed his eyes and let her voice guide him. The pleasure was insane, several times more intense than what he could achieve on his own. It felt as if he had a shape and form, and every stroke of his penis stretched him into something bigger than he was before.
"That's it, Harry," Dr. Apolline said. "You are so young and enthusiastic. You are at your sexual peak, and the more you enjoy this, the more everything will fall into place."
Amazingly, Harry began to feel a sensation within himself that could only be described as sexual confidence. He smiled slightly. He was masturbating in front of Dr. Apolline, a woman in her forties, who was far beyond her sexual peak, making what he had enviable.
"Harry..." Dr. Apolline's voice came closer than before, but he didn't back away. Instead, Harry slowly adjusted his position, spreading his legs, leaning on one elbow, and stroking his penis as if he were putting on an erotic show.
A soft, warm hand settled on Harry's thigh. A new current of pleasure surged through him as it slowly moved toward his groin, stopping just before reaching his penis.
"You're so young," Dr. Apolline whispered. "A strong young man, with a hard young penis."
As she said the word, her hand moved slightly further. It closed around Harry, as if locking him in place. She allowed him to lead for a moment, then slowly took over, guiding Harry's hand with her own and giving him what was essentially on the verge of a hand job.
"Oh, wow," Harry moaned. He felt his limit approaching. A wave of panic washed over him as he thought about what he would do when he was ready to ejaculate.
"Shh, it's okay," Dr. Apolline whispered. "Stay in the moment."
He continued to stroke himself, listening to the soft, unintelligible cooing noises Dr. Apolline continued to encourage him with. He felt pleasure in his groin, then his chest, and then his entire body.
"Harry jerked his hips up as he reached his limit. Cum shot out of his penis. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see where it landed, but he felt soft tissues and heard Dr. Apolline chuckle and murmur in delight under her breath.
"Oh my," she said. "That was quite a powerful orgasm, Harry. You can open your eyes now."
Harry almost didn't want to. It felt good to just lie on the therapist's chair and let all his troubles wash away under the wave of pleasure that had engulfed him. Slowly, he returned to reality. Dr. Apolline was still sitting next to him as he opened his eyes, carefully cleaning his groin with a handful of tissues. She smiled at him, then cleared her throat, standing up and discarding the sticky mess in the trash.
"How do you feel?" she asked, smiling. "Amazing," Harry replied. "I feel... amazing."
Dr. Apolline quickly buttoned her blouse and nodded to him. "We'll leave it here for today, Harry," she said. "Can I schedule another appointment?" he asked immediately.
"You can..." Dr. Apolline frowned slightly. "The goal of this treatment, as I hope you understand, is to help you find someone who can do this for you in a truly intimate capacity."
"Like... a girlfriend?" Harry asked.
"Or someone who can serve as a surrogate," Dr. Apolline said. "Someone close. The more you can share your sexuality with someone who truly cares about you, the more sexually fulfilled you will be."
Harry finished buttoning his pants and stood up. Dr. Apolline waited for him by her desk, and he wiped his hand on the back of his jeans before extending it to shake her hand.
"Thank you, Dr. Apolline," he said. She nodded. "Send in stepmother," she said. "I need to talk to her about something."
Harry felt his heart race. "You're not going to tell her about... well, this, are you?"
"Harry..." Dr. Apolline placed her hands on his shoulders. "She cares about you. She cared enough to seek me out. She deserves to know."
Harry said nothing. The thought of stepmom knowing about what had just happened, about him masturbating in front of his therapist with her right there, was terrifying. He swallowed, feeling shame like a cold shiver in the air.
"Trust me, Harry," Dr. Apolline said. "Telling her is best. Don't worry. My explanation will be tasteful and discreet."
She winked at him, and Harry turned to leave the room.
