My Pastel Prince ~Dorl~ {Completed}

Erotic "Therapy"

"They're doing what?!", Denis asks. He puts some rubbing alcohol on a cloth. "They're sending me to therapy...", I say. "But...why?!", he asks. "For being gay! It's stupid!", I say," And I'm being forced to go, cause if I don't then I'll get very bad consequences" He shakes his head. "I'm so sorry", he says," Also this might hurt, so you can squeeze my arm if you need to too" I nod.

He places the cloth on my nose. "Ow, it burns!", I say, squeezing his hand tightly. He takes the cloth and then puts it on my cheek. I wince and squeeze his hand some more. He takes the cloth off my cheek, and then grabs 2 band-aids. He places one on my nose and the other on my cheek.

"How did you even get those cuts on your face?", he asks, helping me off the bathroom counter. "Uhm...I uh...", I'm at a loss for my words. I didn't want to actually tell him because I didn't want to make him worried. "A cat scratched me...it's no big deal", I lied. He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?," he asks. "Yes! Yes...Those darn stray cats...gotta love em!", I say, nervously laughing. "Uhm...okay then...", he says. I don't think he reallly believed me but at least he stopped asking me questions.

"So, it's still daylight outside", Denis says, as we walk out of the bathroom," We can still hang out somewhere else if you want!" "No thanks. I'd rather just forget about today and...tomorrow will be a new day," I say.

I say that but then I remember that I have to go to therapy tomorrow.

~*The Next Day*~
~*Sunday*~

"Name?", the receptonist asks. "B-Braden Welsh", I stutter. She types something into the computer. "Your therapist is ready to see you", she says," Just take a left and he'll be in the first room on the right" I nod, not saying anything else.

I start walking down this long hall. There were very few doors, which made me a little scared and suspisious about this place. It feels like I'm in some kind of mental asylum.

I turn left to another hallway. This hallway is very short, and only has this one room, that I'm supposed to go in. I feel a little creeped out.

I cautiously start to reach for the door knob, until the door swings open. My heart nearly stops and I jump back. "Jeezus", I say to my self, holding my heart. "Oops, sorry about that! I didn't mean to startle you!", a deep voice calls from inside the room,"Come on in!" I slowly enter the room. There was really nothing to it, it was just like any other normal doctor's office.

He points to a chair in front of him. "Sit", he says. I do as he says. My therapist was quite...hot. I wasn't really expecting that, I mean, I guess therapists can be hot. Why did it have to be a guy to "cure" me? Oh god.

"So, you must be Braden?", he asks, smiling warmly. I nod. "I-I know I'm like a-an hour late for my a-appointment", I stutter," I'm sorry..." He chuckles to himself. "That's alright, we still have all day", he says. All day? Am I staying here the whole day?!

"I'm Dr. Roe", he says," But you can call me James!" He smirks a little. I nervously laugh. I'm so uncomfortable and I feel awkward. I'm not sure if it's because I'm so incredibly close to him or if it's because I'm just anxious. Either way, I'm uncomfortable.

"Okay, so first we'll start off with a some questions", he says, grabbing a clipboard,"Some may be relevant and some...may not... ." What does that even mean?! I nod my head anyways.

"Okay, if you don't mind me asking, Why do you have those band-aids on your face?", he asks. I blush. "Oh, uhm...they're just cuts, no big deal...," I say, shyly. He nods and starts writing something down. "Age?", he asks. "15", I answer. He smirks a little. "Okay, this is an important question", he says," Do you have a boyfriend?" I shake my head, and he smirks a little more. I'm starting to get these bad vibes from this guy. "Have you ever...kissed a guy before? And be honest", he says firmly. I nod, blushing a little. I've honestly never kissed a boy in my life, at least not until a couple of days ago.