The unusual sexuality of Malcolm Spandoz
by Maximilian Cummings
Part 2
There was no doubt about it. On arriving for his next appointment with Randolph Trevais, Malcolm definitely did try to look down Louise’s cleavage—tried to look down her blouse, between the valley of her breasts; breasts a little revealed by the cut of the blouse and the two undone buttons at the top. Randolph had specifically asked Louise to wear a blouse that was a little more revealing than she normally did. Not a plunging neckline or anything not respectable, or appropriate for a receptionist, but one that did more than hint at breasts. Randolph was encouraged and nodded a wink at Louise.
“Well Malcolm, yes, yes do have another biscuit, they are a new line, I rather like the chocolate on them don’t you?” The talk was momentarily distracted into a discussion on the relative merits of chocolate biscuits. “How then, have you been feeling? To what have your, um, intimate thoughts been turning?”
“I was in the library—I go there some times you see. Well, used to go but I had a disagreement with the librarian but I risked it. There are some doors there I rather like. Double doors you see. Rather lovely doors. Attractive in my view you see.” He looked rather defensive all of a sudden but was reassured by Randolph’s understanding nod. “I was so keen to see those doors I just couldn’t keep away.” He looked down at the carpet. “I thought onetime it might be love not lust.” Malcolm paused for a moment before looking up, “Well, I sat for quite a time pretending to read and watching when anyone opened the doors. I liked to see them close together. Though I don’t really like to see others open them—it makes me jealous I suppose. But I do like to see the doors close together. They do it just so slowly, it’s wonderful to watch them silently draw back together. Anyway one time the doors were opened by this girl—pretty, like your receptionist, she was wearing this tee shirt, which was quite low cut, and my eyes just followed her chest right past me and I missed the doors closing. It was so unusual for me. I was really struck by what I’d done or my brain had done. I thought then whatever your treatment is that it is having an effect on me. I was really surprised and thought I must tell the ‘Doc.”
“And if she had let you, what would you like to have done?”
“Done? Oh I see. Last night I was dreaming of those doors, not just the doors but with that girl coming through them. Coming through them with her top off, her breasts exposed. She held the doors open for a bit, just stood there holding them open, moving the doors a little and looking right at me. Then she said, “would you like to hold them?” And I got up and put my hands on those big brass handles, you see so as to hold the doors open for her, but she said,
“No, my breasts, silly.”
And then I woke up and I was coming.
“Ah, a wet dream.”
“Yes.”
“Encouraging don’t you think, Malcolm, we are getting somewhere. May I put you under and see if I can reinforce this, er, interest? Are you happy with the development?”
“Yeah, suppose so, I quite like the idea of getting into girls and doors at the same time. Is that possible?”
“We’ll see. Not easy, not easy. I think it may be one or the other. Which would you prefer?”
“I dunno. Girls I suppose. More normal and easier perhaps.”
Randolph lent forward.
Malcolm was soon sitting, eyes unfocused, waiting for Randolph’s instructions. He did not move as Louise came in at Randolph’s request.
“I hope you are content with what I propose. I wish to develop Malcolm’s interest in breasts and I think it would be just the thing if you let him touch them again.”
“I am happy with that Mr. Trevais. Shall I take my top off?”
“If you would Louise. Oh, and I rather want young Malcolm to develop his tactile involvement. Would you very much mind if he was to kiss them—to kiss your breasts?” Randolph’s eyebrows rose emphasising the question.
Louise paused, her white blouse removed, she was just reaching behind her to undo her bra strap, “Well, I suppose that doesn’t really matter. He is in a trance after all and it’s just between you, me and his subconscious. Isn’t it?”
Randolph was very reassuring and tried hard not to look at Louise’s now bare breasts.
Despite the positive evidence of the wandering eyes and descriptions of the wet dream it was clear to Randolph from his questioning that the door fixation was far from banished from Malcolm’s mind and, indeed, it was the interest in girls and breasts which was shallow and easily displaced by references and mental images of doors and door furniture. Randolph sought to strengthen the normal interest and reduce the hold of the perverse.
“See Malcolm, there in front of you are Louise’s breasts. Take them in your hands. Feel how big and full they are in your hands. Move them, mould them. They are so soft and warm. You like doorknobs Malcolm, I know you do. Doorknobs are round and hard, you can feel them, turn them. But hidden in the palms of your hands are Louise’s nipples. Take your hands away and look at them so big and pink. Aren’t they pretty? See how soft they are. Go on touch them with your fingers. Nipples are soft but here is one of the secrets I told you about last time. You have been wondering what they these secrets are haven’t you Malcolm?”
Malcolm nodded starring at Louise’s nipples.
“Nipples are soft, nipple are hard. Nipples are both soft and hard. They can be both. Your doorknobs are only hard but nipples are soft and hard. You can make them hard if you want to. Doorknobs are OK but nipples are much more. Nipples are good, nipples are fun, you like Louise’s nipples very much. You want to suck them, feel them become hard in your mouth and on your tongue. You can’t do that with doorknobs. Nipples are better. Nipples are so much more. Go on Malcolm suck on Louise’s nipples, run your tongue round her nipples. That’s good, that’s right, well done.”
Louise looked surprised. Randolph had said ‘kiss’ not ‘suck.’ There was a big difference.
Randolph smiled as Malcolm sucked on Louise’s left nipple. He thought about how strange it was that grown men, and indeed some grown women, liked to do that. Something—assuming they were not bottle-fed—they had first done as babies. Had any study been done of the comparative interest in breasts between bottle and ‘breast is best’ fed babies he wondered? Did they show any difference or was the fascination simply because of how pretty nipples looked and how soft and malleable they were? Malcolm was certainly concentrating on the nipple in his mouth. Randolph rather wished it was he who was doing the sucking.
“Look Malcolm.”
Malcolm relinquished his hold on Louise’s nipple.
“You have made it hard. See how hard and wet you’ve made it. Go on; touch it with your finger. Squeeze if, all wet from your mouth, roll it between your fingers, and see how it turns. You can turn doorknobs and you can turn nipples but you can do so much more with nipples. Squeeze again. See how Louise likes it; she’s smiling at you. She likes the feeling too. Try the other nipple. Can you make it as hard and wet as the first?”
Malcolm could.
Randolph was one side of the desk, Malcolm and Louise the other.
“Louise, how are we doing—do you think we are having an effect on Malcolm? I can’t see but you can, I think—has he got an erection?”
“Mr. Trevais! Of course I haven’t thought of looking.”
“Well I do need to know if the treatment is having a strong sexual effect on Malcolm. It will reinforce the learning. His subconscious will recall the pleasure and seek it out in the future. Could you look please?”
“I really cannot tell in those jeans, Mr. Trevais. I think so, but it’s not something I do—looking at men there.”
“I’m sure you don’t Louise. Would you mind terribly touching him there just to see? I know it is a strange request but he won’t remember. As you said earlier it’s just between you, me and Malcolm’s subconscious. Didn’t you?”
Louise looked uncomfortable but Randolph was pleased to see her reach out and lightly pat Malcolm’s jeans as if they would be too hot to the touch. She patted them again a little more firmly.
“Yes Mr. Trevais he is hard, I mean, Malcolm has an erection.”
“Good girl. Thank you for doing that. You really are such a help to me.”
Louise beamed with pleasure.
“Malcolm, breasts excite you. They sexually arouse you. Play some more with Louise’s breasts. Mould them in your hands, pull the nipples, feel how hard they are. Do you want to suck them again?”
Malcolm nodded.
It was quite a long session of work on Malcolm. Work involving him manipulating Louise’s breasts, pushing them, pulling them, sucking on the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Randolph was pleased to note at the end not only had Malcolm responded well to the exercises and to Randolph’s gently persuasive voice but Louise’s nipples were hard and extended and she definitely had a flushed look about her as if she had enjoyed the experience.
Randolph turned to Louise, “I do hope you didn’t mind that, Louise, I had to put him through a lot of work there as reinforcement. Those exercises on your breasts were excellent therapy for him and I am more than grateful for your assistance. I am ever so pleased with this teamwork. You really are proving much more than just a receptionist but an assistant as well.”
Louise looked as pleased as could be smiling broadly at Randolph. He smiled back whilst admiring her sitting there with her pretty flushed face and her large breasts with their nipples pointing straight at him, long and wet from Malcolm’s efforts. He was barely able to prevent his own hands reaching out and touching.
“Perhaps you would dress now before I bring Malcolm round.”
She stood up which gave her breasts a delightful bounce and bent to pick up her bra. Her movement of bending her back caused her breasts to hang downwards moving just slightly from side to side. Randolph watched keenly conscious that if Louise had tested his own trousers for evidence of sexual arousal she would have found a very positive indicator indeed.
The next visit came around and Malcolm found he was getting used to having a regular session with Randolph Trevais and greeted him almost like an old friend and smiled in a very friendly fashion at Louise.
“So Malcolm, last time you were telling me about your wet dream. Have you been having further dreams or thoughts about girls in that way? Yes, do have another biscuit.”
“I... this is a bit embarrassing, well a lot embarrassing really, but when I was in bed last night I was... I was....”
“Wanking?” Said Randolph helpfully, “everyone does it.”
“Yeah, right I was thinking... and wanking, they sort of go together don’t they? And I was thinking of, well I was thinking of your receptionist. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Why should I mind? Perfectly natural. A pretty girl.”
“I was imagining her, her breasts—with her top off. And I was imagining touching her.”
“Her breasts?”
“Yes and her kissing me.”
“Really, and what happened next?”
“Well I just thought about her for a long time and then I thought about—sorry Doc—those swing doors and I came.”
“You made yourself come?”
“Yeah, I suppose I did.”
“Hmm so still interested in doors then?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you but yes. There again, I’ve never thought of girls before so I think you are getting somewhere.”
“Just Louise’s breasts—that’s my receptionist. You didn’t imagine her completely naked then?”
“No.”
Malcolm chewed the end of his pencil.
“Did you imagine yourself naked?”
“Not really. Well I suppose I did. I did imagine touching Louise’s breasts with my, er, cock before I thought about rubbing it against those doors.”
Randolph suddenly looked encouraged, he smiled at Malcolm and lent forward. Malcolm was soon in a trance. Randolph called Louise in.
“Some progress, Louise, but not as much as I had hoped.”
He pulled a couple of magazines from a drawer, one a well-known girlie magazine, the other a rather more specialist publication on doors and door furniture. He placed them in front of Malcolm.
“Malcolm you are home in bed. You are thinking of masturbating...”
There was an audible gasp from Louise.
“... you have two magazines to help you—which do you choose?”
Randolph was not greatly surprised when Malcolm picked up the doors magazine.
“Go on Malcolm, masturbate.”
As Malcolm unzipped his jeans and brought out his half erect penis Louise was signifying her discomfort to Randolph.
“Surely Mr. Trevais you do not want him to... and shouldn’t he be using the other magazine anyway?”
Randolph ignored Louise and continued speaking to Malcolm, “It’s about time we took you in hand or rather Louise takes you in hand.” Louise looked puzzled for a moment until the import of Randolph’s words sank in.
Randolph bent towards her and looked her in the eyes, “Yes Louise, he should be using the other magazine but we need to encourage him, educate him about which is more pleasurable. I need you to help me. This is very important to Malcolm. You will help me won’t you? I need you to touch Malcolm’s penis, I need you to stroke it, I need you to do that when he looks at the girlie mag. but not when he looks at the doors magazine. Do you understand? Will you help me? Will you help Malcolm?”
Louise very much wanted to help. She looked with some pity at Malcolm staring at a picture of a bright green door with a shiny brass letterbox and knocker whilst slowly pulling his foreskin up and down his now hard penis.
“Malcolm, you can stop now. Why are you looking at doors? Haven’t I told you breasts are better? Breasts are warm and soft but doors are hard. Think about nipples. You enjoyed playing with Louise last time didn’t you. Would you like to again?”
Malcolm nodded turning to Louise.
“Louise is going to take her blouse and bra off but you mustn’t touch yet. I want you to look at pictures of other girls’ breasts in the magazine first. Open it. See how different breasts can be, some are large and too big for your hands, some are small and would hide in your hands, some are very round, some are like cones, some are white, some are brown. They vary so much—turn the pages and see. Look at the nipples as well. They vary so very much too. Little pink nipples, great big round areolea spilling round the breasts, sweet puffy areolea making the breasts point. Your cock is hard. You want to touch it don’t you Malcolm but you cannot. It’s just aching to be stroked isn’t it Malcolm?”
“Yes, it is, please.”
Shall I ask Louise to stroke it? Wouldn’t that be better than you touching your cock?” Randolph did not wait for an answer, “Louise, if you would please.”
Louise was looking rather surprised at Randolph’s graphic description of various types of breasts and comparing the photographs in the magazine to what he had been saying. It took a second or two for her to gather Randolph’s meaning.
Louise, still looking uncomfortable, reached out her right hand and lightly brushed Malcolm’s cock with her fingertips. It twitched. She ran her fingers along the top and then grasped it and began to pull the foreskin slowly up and down. Malcolm bit his lip as he continued to turn the pages.
“That is good isn’t it Malcolm? That is what a girl can do. A door can’t do that. A door is cold, hard and can’t pleasure you. A girl is warm and soft and can look after you—make you feel good. Girls are better. Now look at the door magazine instead.”
Malcolm’s eyes moved to the other magazine and immediately Louise withdrew her hand. Randolph nodded appreciatively at Louise. She smiled back.
“They are nice doors I suppose but girls give pleasure. Do you want to look at the girls again, Malcolm?”
Malcolm nodded in reply turning back to the girlie magazine. Immediately Louise took hold of his penis again and began to work it.
“See Malcolm, girls feel good, why don’t you feel Louise’s breasts whilst she plays with your cock. You play with her breasts and make her nipples hard. She likes that. She likes playing with your cock. You like that. You can do things together with girls. Girls are active: doors are passive. Girls are best.”
Malcolm began to mould Louise’s breasts in his hands and gently pull and pinch her nipples. Randolph watched a gradual hardening of Louise’s nipples denoting there was indeed some mutual pleasure. Louise kept up the manipulation of Malcolm’s penis, his pink cockhead appearing and disappearing between her encircling fingers.
Randolph was pleased with the progress. The reinforcement was going well he thought, when suddenly Louise let out a squeak.
“Oh, Mr. Trevais!”
Malcolm was coming and coming all over Louise’s hand. A stream of semen had erupted and was strewn across her fingers and dripping off them. A further jet shot up into the air and fell down across Louise’s still moving hand.
“Oh, Mr. Trevais! Malcolm’s come all over me—what shall I do?”
Randolph had not actually expected such an early conclusion to his therapy but there was nothing to be done. It had happened. He waited for it to finish then calmly handed Louise a tissue.
After Malcolm had been tidied up, brought back to himself and his next appointment made, Randolph said,
“I’m terribly sorry, Louise, I did not mean for Malcolm to come like that, unexpected and over you.”
“That’s all right, Mr. Trevais, it’s not as if I haven’t seen it before.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen next time.”
“You need to do that again? I thought it would be just the once. I’m not sure I want...”
Randolph sighed. “You will, Louise, you will. It is very important for Malcolm. Very important.” He was only using the very lightest of suggestion on Louise rather than simply making her submit to his will. It was interesting to watch her struggle with the suggestions he made but perhaps a heavier approach would be easier. For the time being he would persevere with the lighter touch. Certainly he must do this with Malcolm if he was to create a deep-seated desire for women instead of doors: rather than a simple instruction to that effect with no subtlety and depth. This could well be a very interesting case to write up for ‘Hypnosis Today’; or there again, perhaps it would be wiser not to.