Angiejoy - Psychiatrist destroys faggot HD

Angiejoy - Psychiatrist destroys faggot HD

As Dr. Angie sat in her cluttered office, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. Her lover had been trying to get her attention for some time now, but the interruption from the receptionist had left her feeling irritated. When the patient was finally ushered into the room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. This was going to be one of those cases that would leave her feeling dirty and used by the end of the day. The patient, a young man in his early twenties, looked nervous as he sat down on the examination table. Dr. Angie's heart sank when she heard him admit that he had sex with men. She knew what she had to do; there was no other way. She picked up a small vial from her desk and approached the patient. "Close your eyes, and take a deep breath," she instructed him softly. The patient did as he was told, his heart racing in his chest. Dr. Angie watched him intently, taking note of every tremor and shiver that ran through his body. With a cruel smile on her face, Dr. Angie removed the lid from the vial and held it up to the light. Inside, there was a small, clear liquid. She slowly poured it over the patient's body, starting at his feet and working her way up. As the liquid made contact with his skin, he let out a low gasp. It felt cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was strangely familiar. When she reached his waist, Dr. Angie poured the remainder of the liquid directly onto his crotch. The patient let out a sharp cry as he felt the coldness spread through his groin. His penis began to shrink before his very eyes, reducing in size until it was nothing more than a small, limp nub. "Now look at yourself," Dr. Angie said, her voice dripping with contempt. The man looked down at his body, shock registering on his face. He was no longer a man; he was a... what? A faggot, she thought, her heart filled with disgust. "You're filthy," she continued, leaning over him and running her finger along the floor. "You're going to have to clean up this mess before you leave. In fact, why don't you start by licking my shoes clean? They're covered in mud and grime from my office, and I doubt you'll be able to do a good job with your tiny little tongue." As the patient began to lick her shoes clean, Dr. Angie sat back and watched, a smug look on her face. She knew she had done her job well. This man would never be able to satisfy a woman again, and his only purpose in life would be to serve as a disgusting faggot. It was a sad fate, but one that he had brought upon himself.