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by Les Lea
believe it. After all these years, Dr Stewart Logan BSc
(Hons), D.Hyp, DipThyp, PNLP, MHS (Acc) had Jimmy
Preston, the guy who bullied him at school, as a patient
on his couch.
It may have
been almost twenty years ago but Dr Logan remembered the
way Jimmy and his bullying cronies had gone out of their
way to embarrass, torment and physically assault the
class nerd (him) for over four long years.
obvious that Jimmy didn’t recognise the doctor he was
about to unload many of his secrets to, if he had, he
may well have had second thoughts. As it turned out…
well… from a troubled and disturbed Jimmy Preston, a new
Jimmy Preston was about to be born.
referred to the practice because he had ‘anger’ issues.
The court had ruled as part of his sentence for Domestic
Violence that he had to undergo a series of Anger
Management classes, during which, he would be assessed
by the court’s psychologist Dr Stewart Logan and on
whose opinion his fate would rest.
was over, his wife was glad to get away from his violent
and controlling ways, but in her summing up, the judge
had made it clear that if there wasn’t a change in his
behaviour after this psychological
assessment… then a custodial sentence would result.
In their first
few sessions 34 year-old Jimmy was full of resentment
and reluctant to talk. However, as the doctor gained his
confidence; gently probing, adding easy banter, gaining
trust, his patient opened up. Logan quickly realised
that despite his patient being very good-looking and in
perfect condition, the man was a seething mess of
unresolved anger, petty hatred and simmering, unfounded
jealousy that needed to be put in check.
neurosis and paranoia may have sprung from his
upbringing but he’d done little to curtail any of these
damning traits. In fact, he’d revelled in the power he
could wield over others, the total control he could
exude over those he thought were there simply to be
used. He resented the judge trying to change him but had
opted for what he saw as the easy option, letting
a sympathetic (pathetic) doctor try to cure all his
ills. He even laughed to himself when the judge offered
this option and thought how stupid and gullible the law
was at times to try and change someone like him.
sessions with the doctor had been quite a revelation to
Jimmy. He’d liked to talk (and at times brag) about the
things he’d done. However, despite him feeling he was in
control, slowly, bit by bit, drip by drip, the clever
Doctor Logan had crept, unnoticed, into the control
freaks head and made camp there. The talk became easy
and although Jimmy thought his defences were
impenetrable, Doctor Logan had detected a weakness he
knew he could exploit.
in his patient’s head the doctor decided he’d use deep
hypnosis in the hope of reaching to the root of those
Unaware he was
even being put in a trance the doctor was surprised just
how easily Jimmy went under and how simple it was to get
him to react to any suggestion. Realising this
empowerment the highly educated, hugely qualified, much
in demand psychologist suddenly found his own issues
rising to the surface. Anger that had been churning away
in Jimmy all these years had transferred to the man who
was charged with making him well. Retribution was a word
that sprang into the doctor’s mind and Mr Jimmy Preston
was going to feel the full force of that payback.
This was not
going to be the ‘stage hypnotist’ style of
embarrassment; being a chicken or growling like a dog,
the hunky Mr Preston was going to feel the intensity of
that resentment. Stewart knew his desire for revenge
could possibly lead to complications but he was
determined to at least try. He wouldn’t have been the
first psychologist to use his skill to get what he
wanted from a patient. To train an easily receptive
brain to do something different from the norm and become
a vassal to the whims of the doctor. It was completely
against any reasonable code of conduct but that was not
going to be any kind of deterrent.
Even after the
many people he’d helped and given solace to the good
doctor could not bring himself to do the same for Jimmy
Preston. The scars ran deeper than he realised, so
conceived a strategy that would reduce his patient to
the same level he’d been when the bullying started.
He started his
mind manipulation by suggesting that every time Jimmy
got angry, he pissed himself.
doctor thought, as he remembered the number of times he
was left wearing wet pants after the bullies had set
about him, ‘that was a very good place to start’.
As a schoolboy
he had returned home soaked on many occasions but an
unsympathetic father and mother had dismissed his claims
of bullying and solved their child’s ‘problem’ by making
him wear a nappy to school. Of course, once the bullies
found out, his life was made even more intolerable.
another level that added to his inability to forgive his
patient. The young Stewart hated his uncaring and
unsympathetic parents, both high-flyers who were
incapable of dealing with a lonely and timid boy. As if
it was his fault, they seemed to resent the child they’d
brought into the world and scorned his love and need for
any kind of compassion. It was as if the bullies and his
parents conspired to make his life hell. They never took
his claims seriously so attributed his wet pants and
occasional soggy nights as ‘attention seeking’ - their
solution; to return him to nappies until he was over it.
But, with all the aggravation at school, he was a long
time wearing such padding.
The doctor had
issues and now they were swamping his head he was going
to do what he had to do to seek some kind of
satisfaction for a childhood full of woe. He could take
his time because the number of sessions Jimmy had to
attend was at his discretion. Whilst his
patient was relaxed, deeply under and easily suggestible
he set about his task; delving deep into his
subconscious, tearfully prising out those long withheld
triggers from a psychotic childhood.
The doctor told
him what a worthless, little baby he was, how everybody
hated him and that he was in for a beating later on. It
was a terrifying tirade, if you were a small child, and
one that he himself had been dealt by the very man now
crying and panic-stricken in front of him. As the tears
streamed down his face Jimmy couldn’t control his
bladder and a wet patch blossomed down the front of his
The doctor felt
triumphant. He would leave that piece of auto-suggestion
in Jimmy’s brain so that any time that he got angry he’d
revert to being a scared little kid.
It was with some
self-satisfaction that he noticed at later sessions, the
hard man with anger issues would arrive wearing what
appeared to be secure thick padding under his trousers.
The soft rustling sound as he lay out on the
psychiatrists couch was confirmed by the satisfying soft
bulge that now occupied the front of his trousers.
know why he had suddenly started wetting himself.
‘Stress’ is what he put it down to, but wanted some
control at least over these strange leaking problems he
had developed, though far too embarrassed to mention to
his psychiatrist. He had no idea why he was buying
nappies, disposables and plastic pants but thought he’d
come up with the idea of such protection all by himself.
The one thing he was sure of was he didn’t want this
particular fact permanently on file, so hid what he
thought was secret. His doctor chuckled to himself at
the man’s delusion.
enjoying this feeling of domination so regressed Jimmy
during each session making him act and talk like a
frightened little boy. Despite his psychiatric training
the feelings of revenge grew with each visit and
although his patient left the couch acting relatively
normally for a man of thirty-four, a nervous fear was
now perched on his shoulder with each encounter with
members of the public. More often than not, by the time
he’d made it home his nappy would be soaked and he’d cry
in frustration not knowing why he was unable to remain
dry. He became anxious about everything, which led to
even more sodden nappies.
many sessions not once did he bring up the subject of
his reliance on protection with his psychiatrist. To
begin with he was reticent to mention it but then it
simply became part of who he was. He had no idea that
his old foe was now calling the shots and making him
dependent on such fluffy material keeping him relatively
session the doctor made the fear more intense but then
he remembered that the only person at school who had
tried to help him was his old geography teacher, Mr
Hudson. When he had confronted the bullies, and Jimmy in
particular, the teacher had also been threatened, had
vile names spat at him and was accused of being a
‘fucking gay twat’ by this evil bunch of boys. The fact
that the 62 year-old was gay made the inference hit a
nerve that he never quite recovered from. The boys then
took great delight in daily accusations and knife
twisting into an honourable but defenceless old man.
weeks Dr Stewart Logan finished his final sessions by
deeply regressing Jimmy and implanting the thoughts that
he only sexually desired older men - that he would seek
them out, offer himself and get upset if he was
rejected. This rejection also manifested itself with a
flooded nappy and babyish tears. Even though his wife
may not want anything more to do with him, in future, he
would want nothing more than to submit his taut, 34
year-old body for these elderly men’s pleasure and
Mr Hudson was long dead so couldn’t take up such an
offer even if he’d wanted to, however, the doctor
brought in a couple of his older, gay ex-patients
to see the reaction. Jimmy submitted gladly to
all demands and liked it even more when they spoke as if
he was a small boy in need of encouragement. The control
freak had been transformed into a polite, compliant,
ready-to-please reformed character.
The court was
pleased at the clear bill of health on all anger issues
that the doctor had provided and decided against the
custodial sentence that had been hanging over the
ex-violent criminal. The treatment was regarded as a
success but nobody knew the real cost.
Jimmy was no
longer the angry young man he used to be but on a
totally, mind-boggling different level, he was proving
to be an emotional but dedicated addition to the gay
community. The thick and ever present
soaked nappy and protective plastic pants only adding to
the athletic young man’s vulnerability, he was quite a
hit with everyone.
regressed to a thumb sucking little kid in a man’s body.
He spent most of his time wearing just his protection,
which became his trade mark look. He was never short of
daddies keen to take a nappy-clad ‘youngster’ in hand
and taught how to love and respect, occasionally via a
spanking, all older men.
Jimmy’s life is
now one of service and one where he has no control over
anything… especially his bladder.
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