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Dr. Cage explores the minds (and bodies) of his patients, but is he brave enough to find love?

Dr Hunter Cage is an Ivy League educated sex therapist who is not afraid to be hands-on, when the treatment plan calls for it. He knows that sex is an integral part of mental wellness and his unorthodox methods work.

When he leaves small town Pennsylvania to launch a private practice in San Francisco, he looks forward to helping a larger client base with more varied treatment modalities. Dr. Cage is just what the gay men of San Francisco need—he successfully treats men who refuse to bottom (and top!) and sufferers of sexual addiction.

There’s just one problem: he can’t treat himself. Instead, Dr. Cage scours dating apps for men he can spend the night with and send home the next morning. He even hooks up with a flight attendant he has only ever kissed at 36,000 feet. But love has a way of finding a person. Will Dr. Cage know it when he sees it? Or is he destined for loneliness?

Let Dr. Cage write you a prescription for twelve steamy tales.

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men

LGBTQ+

Erotica

Gay

Fiction

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	15 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644508121
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Table o f Contents
How I Got Here
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
First Year out of the Closet
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
You’re O nly a Top?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
You’re Only a Bottom?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
I Think I’m a Ser ial Swiper
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Lookin in all the Wr ong Places
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
What Makes M e a Whore?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
A Breach in Confi dentiality
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Back Door Pass
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
My European Adventure
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
An Unexpec ted Affair
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Finding True Love
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Author Bio

Dr. Cage Co llection
Copyright © 2023 Grayson Ace. All rights re served.

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Dedicated to all the boys who have mistakenly broken my heart.

Prologue
H i. I’m Hunter Cage. Well, actually, it’s Dr. Hunter Cage. I’m a Sex Therapist, and I specialize in assisting gay men cope with their desires and fantasies and help them to understand why they are the way they are. Everyone thinks one of two things: a gay man chooses to be gay, or he was born gay. In reality, there could be so many other things that cause a man to be gay.
I grew up in a very small town in rural Pennsylvania called Intercourse. No, I couldn’t make that up if I tried. Let’s just say my upbringing greatly shaped who I am today, but we will get more into those details a bit later.
I opened my practice in the Castro District of San Francisco a few years back. I wanted to go to an area where I could make the biggest impact on gay men and figured: what better place to do this than the gay capital of the U.S.? My office sits on a very busy street, but I had a reflective covering installed on all of the windows, allowing for privacy during therapy sessions. These windows have many storie s to tell.
These chronicles will walk you through the lives and events of many of my patients—as well as myself—all names and locations being changed to protect their privacy. But before we get into any sessions, it’s important to take you back to where things all began and show you what shaped me, Dr. Cage.

Chapter 1
Inter course, PA
I ntercourse is a small rural town about two hours outside of Philadelphia. It’s one of those towns where a gay man wouldn’t be caught dead in any type of public display of affection. Quite honestly, it’s the type of town you would imagine being the backdrop of many ha te crimes.
I grew up in a pretty average white-collar American family. My dad worked for a union fiberglass company—I think he may have been the foreman or union steward—one of those important positions. He was very proud to be a union member, but even prouder to be an American. He always worked on special projects on Saturday mornings to get overtime.
My mom didn’t work, except on Sundays, where she would teach Bible lessons to the children at church. After church though, she would join her friends for her weekly book club meetings. I always wanted to go with her, but she said the book topics would bore me. My brothers and I were her world, and there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t do for us.
My parents seemed to have a perfect marriage. Either that, or they were really good at hiding their problems from us. I have two brothers. Rocky is two years older than I am. He was a typical jock. He worked out every night and had the perfect muscles to show for it. I swear my mom would catch him almost weekly sneaking a girl into his room.
Harry is two years younger than I am. He was a bit of a dork and super shy. He aspired to work for a union just like my dad and would pretend to build machines just to have something to relate to my dad.
My brothers and I didn’t spend a lot of time with each other because we really didn’t have anything in common. Rocky was always chasing girls, and Harry would read books about machinery. We didn’t have any air conditioning in the house, and the summers could get pretty hot, so I would spend the majority of my time in the basement fa mily room.
I remember walking down into the basement on days and seeing my dad in the corner behind the built-in bar. His back was facing me and apparently he didn’t hear me come down the stairs, which I’m not sure how. There was a shelf built into the wall behind the bar where the water meter was, and I noticed him reaching up into the rafters, but there wasn’t anything in his hands when he pulled them down.
He turned around, and I quickly acted like I wasn’t paying attention and said, “Hey dad, aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
He looked at me with a bit of a grin and responded, “Yeah son, I’m about to go in.” Of course he was about to go in–it was Saturday, so time for that overtime.
My dad walked up the stairs, and I sat down on the couch, staring at the corner behind the bar. I was dying to know what was up in the rafters, but I knew I needed to wait until he left. A few minutes later, I head his truck pull out of the driveway. I darted for the corner and started looking up into the rafters. I couldn’t see anything, and I was too short to reach up there, so I stood on one of the bar shelves and hung onto the molding of the wall, reaching my hands into a small dark crevice in the rafter. I was a little hesitant, not knowing if something would jump out and bite me. I felt around for about ten seconds when my hand landed on somethin g plastic.
“Bingo!” I thought. What was dad hiding? I grabbed onto the plastic, and to my surprise, pulled out a VHS tape that had a faded label on it. I squinted to be able to read the faded print only to make out the wor d “Ebony.”

Chapter 2
Ebony
N ow I had to find out what was so secretive about this tape that my dad had to hide it rather than just keep it with all the Disney VHS tapes on the bookshelf. I turned on the TV and popped the video tape into the VCR. Naturally, there were lines going through the TV, so I gave the top of the VCR a few firm slams with my fist and the lines went away. The typical movie things popped up on the screen–piracy warnings from the FBI that no one paid attention to, a few movie credits, and an advertisement for something called “The Rabbit,” which I didn’t quite u nderstand.
After the advertisement, a video popped up with two naked girls on the screen, and one was holding a telephone. A scrolling bar appeared at the bottom of the screen that read “For a good time call…” with some 1-900 number after it. At this point, I understood why my dad wasn’t keeping this video tape with the rest of the Disney movies. I shot out of my seat and ran over to the television to turn it away from the small basement windows in fear that someone would see what I was watching. I sat back down on the couch, excited, nervous, and a little scared, because I knew what I was about to witness, and I was terrified that I would get i n trouble.
The 1-900 advertisement was over, and I only assume that character of “Ebony” is whom I was now seeing on the screen. She was a naked black woman with long dark hair and the biggest tits that I had ever seen. She was sitting on a chair by herself when a fully dressed man walked over. Ebony remained on the chair, and the man was standing right in front of her. She grabbed his belt and took it off and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She then pulled out his enormously erect cock and started sucking on it. I had never seen a cock so big. As she was sucking on his cock, she was also stoking it with her hands.
I looked down at my own cock because it started moving on its own. I would sometimes wake up with a hard cock