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"Dr. Remi'ke!" The tiger burst into the office with a bit of a stumble as his tongue twisted around the click in the name. He shook his head and tried to focus on the important thing here.

Dr. Remi'ke was an orca, wearing a pure white lab coat and looking thoroughly unfazed despite the tiger's clear anxiety. "Hello, Hal," he said in a quiet voice that radiated calm.

Hal, who preferred the more distinctive sounding Harold but was not about to tell the orca otherwise, shivered in the doctor's office. "You said I should come to you if anything went wrong with the therapy."

Dr. Remi'ke nodded and turned to face the tiger, fingers interlacing over his chest. "And what seems to be the matter, Hal?"

The tiger stood in the middle of the office, which was already rather warm, dressed in a shirt and slacks and a rather large overcoat over all of it. It was stuffy at best and he was starting to pant. "I... well, I've been very horny, sir."

Dr. Remi'ke gave a benevolent smile, nodding his large orca head. "That is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed about. As your stress and anxiety fades away, your sex drive will reassert itself."

"But I've been very, very horny."

The orca chuckled, took the glasses off of his snout, folded them, and placed them in his pocket. "Perhaps, Hal, you have always had a very strong sex drive and have never had the stress-free environment for which it could express itself."

The tiger took a half-step back, unsure now. "I think this is different. I haven't been able to stop thinking about sex. Every guy I saw on the way here, I was imagining fucking them." Hal always liked how he could have a therapist with whom he could talk about being gay without any judgment. He didn't like going into too much detail, but Dr. Remi'ke was too professional to do more than arch a brow at some of the more saucy details that Hal occasionally let slip.

Dr. Remi'ke patted the over-sized reclining chair in the center of the room. "Sit down, Hal. I'm here for you. You can tell me everything." He smiled as he glanced at the tiger's impressive amount of clothes. "And perhaps you can make yourself a bit more comfortable too."

Hal eased out of his overcoat before he remembered why he had been wearing it. He was hard as a rock and it was clearly visible as a thick bulge under his pants. "This is part of what was bothering me, doctor," he said. "I've been aroused all day long. I can't remember the last time I wasn't hard." He slid back onto the chair. "It must be since the last time I was here."

"Well, it may have to do with how much you are teasing yourself." The orca waved a hand at the tiger, who looked down to see himself rubbing his own shaft eagerly through the cloth. He tore his hand away and swallowed.

"It sounds to me," the orca continued, "that you just need sex. A good strong orgasm should help."

"I tried, doc," Hal said with a plaintive whine, his tailtip twitching. "I went to a club last night. Sucked off two guys and let a third fuck me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cum."

Dr. Remi'ke steepled his fingers and rested the tip of his snout on them. There was a sparkle in his eyes. "Now that is interesting. When you first arrived you had been too shy to have sex except when drunk. That is extremely good progress. However, inability to orgasm... that is unexpected. A lack of stress would make climaxing easier."

The tiger bobbed his head in agreement. "Yeah, it felt really good to get together with those guys. I mean really, really good. Better than I've felt in years. But I couldn't cum, not even when I spent an hour jerking off this morning."

Dr. Remi'ke nodded in the usual medical fashion: a touch of concern, a touch of detachment. "Let's see what we can do then. Strip down."

Hal hopped off the chair long enough to pull off his shirt and slacks. Underneath he was wearing a pair of very tight latex shorts that outlined his throbbing length perfectly. He got those a few days ago, struck by a sudden mental image of how good he'd look in them. As he made to take them off, Dr. Remi'ke waved him off and told him to resume his seat. The chair had placements for his hands and legs that left his knees spread, so he situated himself in those too. An aura of calm came over him as he remembered how good it felt to be here. But even as he relaxed, his cock stayed rock hard.

Dr. Remi'ke stood up beside him and placed a hand on the tiger's chest. Slowly he worked his way down to where the latex covered the tiger's aching shaft. He ran his fingers slowly over it and hummed under his breath. Hal did his best to stay still as the doctor worked, although he longed to grind up into that touch.

The orca's fingers were thick and seemed to slide along the latex without generating any friction. He inspected the shaft from the tip down to the base and then cupped the tiger's balls through the latex as well, earning a mewling groan.

Dr. Remi'ke stepped aside. "I think some more recognition therapy will help. I can adjust the settings to encourage better sexual health. Would you like that?"

"Oh yeah," Hal said eagerly. "That stuffs the best." Although he couldn't really remember anything about his last time, or any time, undergoing therapy.

"That's good to hear. That means it's working very well."

As Hal laid out on the chair, he felt machinery moving behind him. A large screen was placed in front of him and two speakers were placed by either ear (and good quality speakers too, not the usual five-dollar crap he found in most doctor's offices). They played a soft synthetic music overlaid on a background of a babbling brook. The screen started to show images of himself: when he had first arrived, Dr. Remi'ke had requested that Hal send him as many pictures as he could of himself that would remind him of happy times. He saw pictures of himself laughing, smiling, chatting with friends, posing during his visit to the Grand Canyon. He had been happy then, and they made him happy now.

The orca returned to lightly fondling the tiger's shaft through the latex. "Do you remember the words?"

The tiger gave a small nod. "I remember..." He paused and then quoted the words. "I must not let my worries control me."

The orca gave a long languid stroke to the tiger's shaft. "That's right. And see how letting go of your worries results in pleasure?" The orca squeezed the length again. "But that's not all the words. Can you remember the rest?"

Hal, staring distantly into the pictures of himself, shook his head.

"Try repeating them. Don't think about the words you say. Let them come out naturally."

The tiger nodded. "I must not let my worries control me."

The orca caressed the shaft again. "Again."

"I must not let my worries control me, because..."

Another caress that this time ended in a fondling of the tiger's needy balls. "Because...? Try again."

"I must not let my worries control me, because... because I want you to."

Two strokes this time. Hal's hips lifted into the touch. "You want me to what, Hal?"

"I must not let my worries control me, because I want you to control me."

That got several strokes, leaving the tiger squirming in his seat.

"But that's not..."

The orca interrupted him. "You must not let your worries control you, Hal."

"Because I want you to control me," the tiger finished, relaxing again.

Dr. Remi'ke prompted the tiger several more times until he was satisfied the tiger had stopped resisting the instruction. "You came to me because you wanted my control. You wanted me to control your stress." He clicked a button and the pictures shifted, showing Hal images of himself posing in the nude for himself, flexing sometimes, aroused most times. "In order to control your stress, I must control your thoughts. In order to control your thoughts, I must control you."

The tiger slowly nodded and repeated the commands in a quieter, not quite monotone voice. His shaft gave a throb under the orca's hand each time the images showed himself nude and stroking.

The orca clicked a button and the images shifted again, now to images of Hal kneeling, nude and presented, his eyes with a blank glazed look. Hal didn't remember taking those pictures, but then it was so hard to think right now.

Dr. Remi'ke patted the throbbing shaft. "Now, Hal, I want you to focus deeper on the words."

The tiger took a moment to speak. "I must not let my worries control me, because I want you to control me."

"What do you want me to control?"

"I must not let my worries control me, because I want you to control my thoughts."

"What else?"

"I must not let my worries control me, because I want you to control my fantasies."

The orca said nothing this time. He quietly continued to reward the tiger with caresses along his shaft. Each time the tiger spoke, he was stroked: each time he was stroked, his cock throbbed.

"I must not let my worries control me, because I want you to control my orgasms." The tiger breathed deep and low, each breath repeating the phrase and adding a new ending. "My body... my cock... my fetishes... who I fuck... how I dress... what I say... everything... everything... everything..."

Dr. Remi'ke gave a dolphinesque click of approval. "That's very good, Hal. You want me in complete control."

"I want you in complete control," the tiger said mindlessly.

"You want to be a mindless drone."

"I want to be a mindless drone."

"Are you a drone, Hal?"

The tiger's eyes blinked a few times, but never left the screen. "No."

Dr. Remi'ke smiled and rubbed down the length of the tiger's shaft before teasing around the balls under the layer of latex. "That's right. Last time you were here you found your resistance to becoming a drone and you let it sink down deep inside of you, pooling right here." He gave the balls a little tap and Hal moaned, his shaft twitching. "All that resistance is churning in your balls, ready to be released."

The tiger groaned and his hips flexed. "When I cum I will be a drone."

"That's right," Dr. Remi'ke said in a soothing voice. "Do you want to cum?"

"I want to cum."

"You know what will happen when you cum."

"When I cum I will be a drone," the tiger repeated.

"Do you want to cum and become a drone?"

The tiger nodded fervently, his gaze locked onto the screen. He wasn't a drone in the pictures, but he looked like one and he felt like one. "I want to cum and become a drone."

The orca smiled and tended to the tiger's erection. He pulled the shorts down a bit to allow the shaft out into the air. It was slick from tip to base with precum and Dr. Remi'ke's hand slid along it almost too easily. The tiger grunted in response to the touch and ground his hips up. The orca didn't mind. He took a scientific enjoyment in monitoring the reactions of the tiger. Each stroke of his hand was rewarded with another pulse of the shaft and a drip of pre from the tip.

"You know," the orca mused, "the orgasms of drones are closely monitored and controlled. Arousal and need enhances the lack of control. It might be weeks, maybe months before you cum again."

The shaft throbbed and the tiger moaned. He seemed to like that thought. "I want to cum and become a drone," he repeated.

The orca chuckled. He pumped the shaft faster, watching the tiger's chest heave as he panted and the tiger's tongue loll out the side of his mouth. "Are you edging, Hal?"

The tiger nodded. Last time Hal was here, in addition to tugging away the tiger's resistances, the orca had made sure the drone-to-be would not climax without his personal command.

"Cum, Hal."

The tiger's hips thrust and the shaft spurted its multi-day load up over his chest and belly. Then, slowly, the tiger's body went slack in the chair.

Dr. Remi'ke stood, washed his hands, whistling softly to himself before returning to Hal's side. "Hal?"

No response.

"Do you remember your name?"

The tiger spoke in monotone. "Drones have no name."

"What is your designation?"

"HAL-1263."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Drone has no thoughts unless its controller directs it to think about something."

"Do you feel any stress?"

"Drones cannot feel stress."

The orca smiled and took a seat. "That's very good. Report down the hall for processing. Room 23."

The tiger got to his feet, eyes staring sightlessly ahead, and marched out of the room with his shaft still bobbing half-hard in the air.

Dr. Remi'ke saw a few other patients that day. It was fairly quiet and routine and not at all a bad day in his book. As the time came for the clinic to close down public visits, he got a knock on the door and opened it to see Hal, or what had been Hal.

"Unit HAL-1263 reporting," the now completely rubber-clad tiger said. As was standard, the drone had a prominent bulge between its hips, constrained by an extra layer of latex that dulled sensations and prevented drones from rubbing themselves to orgasm. Although he couldn't see it, Dr. Remi'ke knew there would also be a thick plug under the tiger's tail, positioned to put a vibrator right up against the tiger's prostate. Little buzzes would be used to maintain the proper level of arousal and keep the drone's head clear of any pesky free will.

Dr. Remi'ke sat back in his seat and unbuttoned part of his lab coat. "It is good to see you again, drone. How did your processing go?"

The tiger offered a sheet of paper which contained the necessary vitals before kneeling, knees spread before the orca. "Drone has been assigned duties of a sexdrone, with specialty in arousing and pleasuring males."

Dr. Remi'ke shrugged off the rest of his lab coat and stripped himself down the rest of the way. His shaft was already partway out as he contemplated the seductive features of the tiger in front of him. "You've done a good job of getting me excited already, drone."

"Thank you, sir. Drone wishes only to serve and obey."

The orca grinned. "Then come forward and pleasure me."

As the tiger crawled a few steps forward and his slick mouth enveloped the orca's shaft, giving a blowjob that had been trained to near perfection in only a few short hours, Dr. Remi'ke sighed and thought about how lucky he was to have this job.