The Zynz

The Zynz

© by the author 2016

It was an unusual delusion, unique in Doctor Johnson’s experience. It would, he thought, make an interesting article for one of the psych journals, especially if he could cure it.

The patient was a twenty-two-year-old male. He had been brought to the clinic following a marathon gaming session. According to Joshua’s roommates, he had been playing a videogame called ToyPet for over three days straight when he collapsed. When he revived, Joshua was convinced that he was the Zynz, his ToyPet avatar, and that he was playing a videogame called Psychward in which his avatar was a human male called Joshua.

Luckily, they had visual evidence of Joshua’s conception of the Zynz. He had made a life-size drawing of the Zynz and tacked it to the walls of his bedroom. The Zynz was a hybrid. From the waist up, he was a human, with the hyper-male musculature of a comic book superhero. Below the waist, however, he resembled a goat-like creature. His thighs and calves were covered with curly black hair, and his legs ended in cloven hooves rather than feet. His head blended elements of both. He had a human face and skull, but his eyes were golden slits, his ears were pointed, and two, thick, ridged horns sprouted from his temples and curved back over his head. Joshua had also given the Zynz an impressive endowment. A grotesquely large, cock extended upward from the Zynz’s groin almost to the bottom of his pecs. Below the Zynz’s erection, a pair of swollen balls dangled to mid-thigh.

It had probably started as a harmless daydream—Joshua compensating for perceived shortcomings by imagining himself as a strong, virile person. Normal enough behavior, but something had pushed Joshua further, and he had developed the Zynz as a displacement mechanism for his anxieties. In later sessions, the Doctor would probe Joshua’s psyche for the origins of the delusion, but first he had to help Joshua understand that he was a real human being, not an actor in a video game. The anti-hallucinogens were helping. Joshua was much calmer now than he had been. The Doctor had decided on a course of hypnotherapy to lessen the delusion’s grip on Joshua. If he could convince Joshua to inhabit his human self for an hour or two at a time, he thought Joshua would become reattached to himself. The mild sedative he had given Joshua had made him susceptible to suggestion. At the Doctor’s urging, he had stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes. A few deep breathing exercises had visibly relaxed him. Time to take him into a trance.

*****

The Zynz watched the player who called himself Doctor Johnson through barely opened eyes. The “Doctor” was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and thinning hair. He wore a white lab coat over a blue shirt and a dark necktie. He looked like he didn’t get much exercise. His skin was pasty-looking, and he had the beginnings of a double chin. He sat behind a desk. On the wall behind him were several diplomas attesting to an impressive academic background. Before him on the desk was a yellow legal-size pad of paper. From time to time he jotted down a note. The game was very life-like. That’s why the Zynz liked to play it so much.

The Doctor was trying to convince him that he was a human being named Joshua. It was part of the game. If the Doctor was successful, he would win. The Zynz had to be careful about the next steps. He had made a mistake earlier and overexerted himself so much that he had lost consciousness. The Doctor had taken advantage of his temporary blackout to drug him. Now he had to fight against the dulling of his senses and the lassitude that swept over him in waves. If that weren’t enough, the Doctor was trying to hypnotize him.

The player behind the Doctor had to be a human, however. The Zynz could tell. He had made several elementary mistakes, the types of mistakes that humans always made. Like most of his kind, he thought humans were the only sentient beings in the universe. It didn’t occur to him that he was dealing with a creature more highly evolved than his own species. For the Doctor, Joshua, the Zynz’s puny human avatar in the game, was real. The Doctor thought it was enough to neutralize Joshua’s human powers. That left the Zynz’s powers intact. The Zynz chuckled to himself. The Doctor would soon find out what the Zynz could do.

The Zynz arranged the Joshua avatar so that he lay inert on the Doctor’s sofa. At the moment, the Doctor was going on about breathing in relaxation and breathing out tension and worries. His voice was a monotonous drone, an obvious attempt to lull the Zynz into lowering his guard. As the Doctor instructed, the Zynz had Joshua take deep breaths in through his nose, hold them for a few seconds, and then slowly let them out between his lips. He let Joshua’s eyelids flutter shut and smoothed out all the tiny muscles around the avatar’s eyes and mouth, just as the Doctor was telling him to do. The Doctor reacted just as he had anticipated. The fool thought he was putting Joshua into a trance with his hypnotic patter. 

While the Doctor was distracted by his apparent success, the Zynz activated the pheromone glands in his throat. As he breathed out (“slowly emptying his lungs”), he released the pheromones into the room. It wouldn’t take long. A few parts per million were all that was needed. The Doctor’s senses weren’t acute enough for him to smell the chemicals in the pheromone, but they would affect him.

There. He had shifted in his chair. Probably his pants were beginning to feel a bit tight through the crotch. That’s usually how it started. He was trying to shift about to relieve the pressure. That wouldn’t work.

“Just relax. Floa  … t,  fl …” The Doctor’s voice faltered. He cleared this throat and tried again. “Re …” The Doctor rubbed his chin and shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. Every breath he took filled his body with the Zynz’s musk. He wasn’t conscious of it yet, but his body and mind knew that there was something in the air that made them feel good. The Doctor began taking deep breaths in, hungry gulps filling his lungs and saturating his body with the intoxicating smell of the Zynz. Only these breaths weren’t relaxing the Doctor. The Doctor was breathing in arousal and breathing out self-control.

The Zynz released more pheromones. A puzzled look crossed the Doctor’s face. He could smell the odor now. It wouldn’t be strong, and it wasn’t something familiar to him. The Zyzn guessed that it was a first for the Doctor. Most humans never met a member of his species—and those that did were left reeling and confused. They tended to dismiss the experience as a bad dream.

The Doctor stopped and sniffed the air. He looked around for the source of the smell oblivious to the two-pronged attack the Zynz had unleashed. Some of the chemicals in the pheromones locked on to the sensory cells in his nasal passages, triggering a cascade of messages to those portions of his brain that controlled sexual desire and arousal.  Others surged into his blood stream through his lungs and quickly circulated throughout his body, overwhelming it.

The Doctor took another deep breath in and held it for a few seconds before slowly releasing it. The Zyzn could hear the blood begin to throb in the Doctor’s arteries. The Doctor’s blood pressure rose, making his face red. The Doctor’s hands clawed at his necktie to loosen it. It took several tries for his trembling fingers to undo the collar button and release it. He was gasping for air now, and his forehead shone with sweat.

The Zynz counted slowly backward from ten to one. He could be patient now. It was only a matter of time before the Doctor succumbed. Already his will power was weakening as the Zynz’s control grew stronger and stronger. Deeper and deeper, the Doctor went, and the deeper he went, the better he felt.

The Doctor’s eyes glazed over, as he surrendered total control to the Zynz. He slumped down into his chair.

The Zynz stood up and shook off his human disguise. The Doctor raised his head at the sound of the Zynz’s hooves striking the floor. He tried to focus on the creature that had suddenly appeared in his office. “Wh … ?” he moaned.

“Just relax,” said the Zynz. “You want me to control you. You need me to control you.” The Zynz pulled the Doctor’s chair out from behind the desk and swiveled it until the Doctor faced him. He stared into the Doctor’s eyes. “Just relax. You can’t fight it. Surrender to me.”

The Doctor nodded his head yes. A line of drool formed at the corner of his mouth.

The Zynz grasped the Doctor’s head between his hands. With his thumbs, he held the Doctor’s eyes open. “Look at my cock. Watch it swing back and forth. You can’t take your eyes off my cock. Focus on my cock. You want my cock. You need my cock.”

The Doctor’s eyes tracked the Zynz’s cock as it swung back and forth. With each swing, the Zynz forced it to get a bit harder, a bit larger, until the tip was pointing straight at the Doctor. When he was certain that the Doctor was under his power, the Zynz let a drop of pre-cum sparkle at the tip. He pulled the Doctor’s head forward. The Doctor’s mouth opened.

Unfortunately, like most humans, the Doctor had a small mouth. He couldn’t take much more than the first half-inch or so of the Zynz’s cock. But that was enough. One taste of the Zynz’s precum, and the Doctor was his slave. Luckily the Doctor had another hole that was more elastic than his mouth. “Lick it. Get my cock wet. That’s all the lube you’re going to get.”

The Doctor gratefully licked the Zynz’s cock, lapping his tongue over every surface until the Zynz’s cock glistened. He had a look of adoration and devotion on his face, and the little mewling cries he made as he slid his tongue up and down revealed how happy he was to serve the Zynz. The Zyzn let his cock stand erect and reach its full length. The sight drove the Doctor to further feats of lingual dexterity.

In between licks, the Doctor grunted, “Uck ee, uck ee pleez” over and over.

“Soon,” said the Zynz. “Keep worshipping.”

The Doctor redoubled his efforts.

When the Zynz was ready, he pushed the Doctor’s face away from his groin. “Up on the desk. On all fours.”

The Doctor immediately complied. He swept the contents of the desktop to the floor and hopped up on to the desk, facing away from the Zynz, with his ass elevated. The Zynz lifted the Doctor’s lab coat by the bottom hem and tossed it over the Doctor’s back, covering his head. He grasped the seat of the Doctor’s trousers and ripped them apart at the seam. The Doctor was wearing a pair of boxer shorts with blue stripes on a white background. The Zynz tore those open, exposing the Doctor’s ass.

The Zynz grasped the Doctor by the hips and lifted the Doctor’s body up until it was the right height. He bent forward over the Doctor’s body and thrust his cock in. The Doctor screamed. The Zynz ignored him. Each plunge in shook the Doctor’s body and drove the air from his lungs in a feral sob. The Zynz fucked the Doctor until the sobs merged into one long, drawn-out moan of lust and desire.

The Zynz pulled out. He wasn’t interested in the Doctor sexually. Only one of his own kind could satisfy his lusts. The fucking was just a way of asserting his dominion over the Doctor. He was marking his territory. The Doctor was his now. He could progress to the next level now. He hoped his opponent in that round was stronger than the Doctor. The Doctor hadn’t been a challenge at all.

***

Doctor Johnson finished dictating his notes on the session. Joshua was proving to be more of a challenge than he had anticipated. The hypnosis had had only limited results. As he had moved to deepen Joshua’s trance, the patient’s mind had rebelled. Instead of calming Joshua down, it had released a full-fledged expression of his delusion, complete with a mammoth erection. He had had to call in the orderlies to help subdue Joshua and take him back to the ward in a straitjacket. Perhaps Dr. Marx would have better luck. He would call and ask him to see Joshua for his next treatment.

Doctor Johnson looked around for his stapler. He found it on the floor. During the struggle, most of the things on top of his desk had been swept off. The worst thing was that he had torn his pants. He didn’t know how that had happened. Matters had been so hectic for several minutes that he wasn’t exactly certain about the sequence of events. His mind was hazy about a lot of the details. If that weren’t enough, his rectum hurt. He couldn’t imagine how he had managed to bruise his ass. He hoped he wasn’t getting hemorrhoids again.