Timmy's Promotion

"So... in this dream, I had to go to my boss's house... It was on the weekend and I was supposed to bring him some report that was super important or something... but I didn't have the report and I was scared that I was in trouble.  So, I'm at his house - back yard - and he's having a pool party and there are lots of people there enjoying themselves in and out of the pool.  And there's everyone from work and all the big executives and their wives and husbands and everyone seems to know that I didn't have my report..."

 "How did that make you feel?" 

"I was mortified!  I just wanted to melt into the patio and disappear." 

"What did you do?"

"Well, that's one of the funny things... My boss is real friendly, smiling.  He wants me to join the party and take a swim.  I say I don't have a swim suit, but he insists and suddenly were in the house, just my boss and me.  It looks like his bedroom... and um... well... it starts to get really weird..."

"Timmy, open your eyes and look at me.  Let's do our breathing exercise again, shall we?"

"Yes, doctor.  I'm sorry... I was so relaxed, like you said, but maybe it's wearing off?" 

"Perfectly natural, Timmy.  You're doing very well!  Now just close your eyes again, take a deep breath, and listen to my voice... breathe in... breathe out... feel yourself relaxing.  Your body is floating... you are weightless, nothing to hold you... you're free from all concerns, just you and my voice to guide you deeper into simplicity... stripping away everything that is false and artificial.  We can go down, down, into the real you where there is no fear, only peace and safety... just you and my voice.  In, out, in out.  How are you feeling now, Timmy?" 

"Much better.  I feel sooo much more relaxed now."

"Good boy, Timmy!  Do you trust me, Timmy?"

"Yes, doctor, I feel like you're almost a part of me."  

"That's right, Timmy.  You are such a good patient.  And I want to help you.  Let's return to the dream now - you were in your boss's bedroom."

"Yes, the bedroom.  Alone with my boss.  It's quiet here - can't hear the party anymore.  There’s this huge bed in the room.  And a thought pops into my head, 'this is where he fucks his wife,' and for some reason that excites me.  And so I turn to my boss - he's bringing me a pair of shorts to wear and he's dressed in a suit and tie, like at work.  I think, 'how odd - wasn't he just wearing shorts?'  And I happen to glance at the front of his slacks and I notice that he has an enormous cock!  It looks like it's soft – it’s hanging down one leg of his trousers.  But soft or not, it's really long, reaching halfway down his thigh.  It's just a quick glance, but I know he knows.  And I know he knows I'm aroused.  And it's so strange - I'm not gay and I've never done... looked at a guy... I mean, it's weird to be turned on by him and I'm super embarrassed.  But he acts all normal - he smiles and gives me the pants.  I'm starting to panic - is he going to watch me change? - he'll see my erection!  But he shows me to the bathroom door and I go in and change in private. 

“And so I'm putting on these shorts... They're very strange - they’re all loose and flimsy and they kind of make me tingle... they feel awesome and sexy, but I'm afraid people will see right through them and I'm hard again.  Then I'm back by the pool again.  All the people are still there, but they're all fully dressed.  They're all wearing business suits, the men and the women.  They all turn and stare at me.  And my pants arent loose any more - they're tightening, the fabric is moving as if alive, shifting, tightening, conforming to my body, and tingling every place it touches.  Everyone is staring at me as my pants tighten around my swollen cock, as the tingling turns to throbbing...  And then I moan aloud.  I'm cumming.  My cock - the biggest erection of my life - begins to spurt.  It spurts and spurts, pumping my cum out, making a huge wet spot that grows and spreads all over the front of my pants.  Everyone, every man, every woman starts to laugh.  They look at me and laugh and laugh at me.  My humiliation is the funniest thing they've ever seen.  And then I wake up.  My cock was still throbbing and my underpants were soaked with cum.

"Wow, I feel better already, Doctor.  I guess I just needed to talk to someone.  It feels good to trust you... Is it a crazy dream?"   

"No, it's a good dream, Timmy - perfectly natural." 

"What do you think it means?"

"It's clearly an anxiety dream, brought on by work-related stress.  It says here in your file that you're up for a promotion, is that right?"

"Uh-huh.  I applied for the assistant manager position - it's really kind of a personal assistand to Mr. Batondure - he was in my dream - the boss... I have an interview with him tomorrow and I've been kind of stressed about it."

"Well, that's what we're here for, right?  Well, okay, we're really here for an assessment.  I think you know that I am hired by Fappercon to give my professional advice on candidate suitability for specific roles."

"Yes..."

"Don't worry, Timmy; I think you're a perfect fit for this job.  And now I'm going to help you prepare.  We're going to take you down to a deeper level of reaxation where I will actually erase all your fears and anxieties about tomorrow's interview, so that you will be calm and relaxed.   Your boss will see a positive, happy candidate and your natural abilities that fit the role so well will be evident.  Does that sound good?"

"Yes.  I won't be stressd out any more?"  

"That's right, Timmy.  I use a type of behavior modification using rewards based on the subject's innate predelections and desires.  We'll put you into a dream-like state where we'll work together on a much deeper level than your conscious mind can process, even as reaxed as you've been so far.  You won't remember anything that happens - it's possible that fragments could surface in your mind, but it will seem like something from a dream you had.  You'll notice that your attitudes and perceptions will have changed - by training your sub-consious, we affect your conscious mind, and consequently, your behavior.  Things that used to stress you will feel comfortable and you will be much more confident.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Doctor." 

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 When Timmy Titmus left Dr. Samenschlag's office, he not only felt relaxed for the first time since applying for the new job, but he also had a genuinely optimistic outlook on life in general and a confidence in himself he'd never felt before.  Except for a slightly sore throat and an odd but not unpleasant taste in his mouth, Timmy would have said he'd never felt better in his life!

The next morning he felt even better.  He reported to Jack Batondure's office 10 minutes early and was ushered in right on time.  They shook hands and Jack offered Timmy the chair opposite his own. He smiled broadly at Timmy.  Timmy smiled back.  He felt a warmth towards Mr. B, a sense of gratitude, as if he'd already been hired.  "Must be the hypnosis," he thought happily as he listened to Mr. B's first words.

"Well, Timmy, I read the assessment from Samenschlag this morning and it couldn't be more positive!  You must have really impressed him."

Timmy blushed a little.  "Oh, I don't know... maybe it's just the right fit.  You know - everybody's different and different jobs require different..."  He was going to say "skills" but decided on "dispositions" instead.

"That's right, Timmy, and you may not know this, but Sammy... Dr. Samenschlag was also working with some additional requirements from me that were not in the job description.  That makes his recommendation even more exceptional."

Timmy beamed.  "Thank you, sir," he responded, his warmth toward Mr. B becoming more thankful.

"Now," Jack continued, “you understand that, as my assistant, you will be working closely with me and you’ll be under my direct supervision at all times.  Is that clear?”

“Oh, yes sir,” he replied eagerly.  For some reason, the words “working closely,” "under," and “direct supervision” had jolted Timmy a little, giving him a slight sexual buzz.

“And there’s quite a bit of travel involved.  But Samenschlag assures me that you have no encumbrances in that regard…”

“No, sir.”  Timmy was beginning to feel excited.  The phrases “traveling with,” “working closely,” and “direct supervision” were having a cumulative effect, arousing something inside him, a need to please his boss, a need that was oddly sexual.

“Good boy!” Jack smiled.  Those words of praise did not sound at all inappropriate to Timmy’s ears, as you’d think.  Instead, Timmy experienced another jolt of euphoria.  “Now, there’s just one other thing.  You wouldn’t be aware of this, but company policy requires double occupancy on travel assignments wherever possible to save on expenses, so are you comfortable sharing a room with me when we’re on the road?”

It was as if another trigger had been tripped.  At the words “share a room,” an image popped into his head, an image of two naked men lying tangled together on a bed.  Again, strangely, this didn’t surprise or disconcert him at all – it seemed completely normal to him and in concert with his growing arousal.   His cock was rock hard now.  The euphoria, the desire to please his boss, and a strong sexual urge had all come together and formed a clear perception of what he hoped this job would offer him.  He only hoped that Mr. Batondure had the same intention.  “It can’t be possible, can it?” he thought. 

Jack waited patiently.  The silence in the room was deafening, blood pounding in Timmy’s ears, until he remember that he’d been asked a question.  “Am I comfortable…?”

“Oh, yes sir, that would be won… um, fine.  No, not a problem… er, I’d like that, sir… I mean…”  He realized he was babbling and stopped.  His cock was throbbing.

Jack grinned.  “Well that’s great, Timmy.”  He stood up and stepped around to Timmy’s side of the desk and half sat on the edge of the desk close to Timmy.  “So you know that both here in the office and out on the road, we’ll be together most of the time… and sometimes for very long hours.  Why, I’ll be spending more time with you than with my wife,” he chuckled. 

Timmy was enthralled.  Every word Jack uttered seemed steeped in innuendo.  Timmy nodded in assent as he gazed in admiration at the boss.  “Mr. Batondure really is a good looking man, and sexy…” he was thinking.

Jack continued, “As my personal assistant, you will be intimately involved in all my affairs and you’ll be responsible for taking care of all my needs, including personal ones.  I have particular needs of a very intimate nature that, if you could take care of them, the quality of my work could attain the highest levels and we would function like a well oiled machine.  How does that sound to you?”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you sir,” Timmy practically simpered.  The image in his mind now was himself kneeling before another man whose cock was inches from his face.  Why did it seem so real, so familiar?

“You are a very good boy, Timmy!”  Hearing those words was like a power surge, like an engine torning over, and in a moment of brilliant clarity, Timmy knew just what to do. 

As Jack stood up and unzipped his slacks, Timmy went down on his knees before him and, reaching in carefully, gently tugged Jack’s large and swelling cock from its confines.  And Timmy knew that this was what he had always wanted, that this was what he was born to do.

Timmy opened his mouth, leaned forward to engulf Jack's rigid cock, and started sucking.  He sucked like a pro.  He sucked and sucked until his reward filled his throat and he experienced the happiest moment of his life.

“Good boy, Timmy.  The job is yours.”