Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2010 07:56:51 -0400
From: Homer Simpson <d.beer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devon's Lie 4

    "What's your name?" Paul asked.
    "Devon"
    "How old are you?"
    "12"
    "How are you feeling?"
    "Like a turd"
    "Why?"
    "I don't deserve to be alive"
    "Why?"
    "I just don't"
    Paul tried more and more questions but after some small talk, Devon
just went to sleep and slouched into the chair.  Paul sighed.  At least he
got the boy to talk.  He tried to figure out why the boy felt so bad.
Baffled, he got the intern to take Devon back to his bed.
    Later that afternoon, he got Devon back into the room.  Devon was still
staring over his shoulder.  Paul tried once again to get the boy to talk
but it was not working.  He injected another small amount of the truth
serum into the boy's arm.  They stared at each other for a little while
before Devon's eyes got that glassy look.  Paul quickly pulled out a watch.
He chuckled to himself knowing that it was an old saying to hypnotize with
it, but in reality it worked.  He stared swinging it in front of Devon's
eyes.  He told Devon to watch it go back and forth and in a few minutes the
boy was into a deep trance Paul figured.  He hated to do it but it worked.
    "Now Devon, relax into a really deep sleep" he said in a monotone as
the boy's shoulders relaxed back more and more.
    Satisfied he then "Devon, can you hear me?"
    "Yes sir"
    "Good, now we are gonna play a game where you are being interviewed by
a teen magazine as the great singer you are.  When I snap my fingers, you
will awaken and be ready for the interview.  When I mention the word
unicorn ears you will once again fall into a deep sleep.  Ready" and he
snapped his fingers.
    Devon snapped awake right away.
    "Now Devon, we're recording this so we don't miss anything.  Ready?"
    "Oh yeah" he said excitedly.
    "So how are you these days?"
    "Oh great.  The singing is going well"
    "Good.  How many concerts have you performed this month?"
    "Oh, 7 I think so far.  The fans are great!"
    "Good.  I bet you have all kinds of little girls flopping all over you"
    "Yeah, they rush right up to the stage trying to get a good view I
guess"
    "Any girl friends so far?"
    Devon blushed "nope.  Lots of them would like to be though I guess"
    "Now your latest song was been number one on the music list for a few
weeks now.  How does that make you feel?"
    "Good.  I was lucky to be discovered"
    "But things are good at this stage huh?"
    "No complaints by me.  I'm trying to give the fans what they like"
    "Good.  How is the schedule working out for you?"
    "No problem"
    "Can you give me a typical day in your life?"
    "Well, I get up fairly early at 7.  I eat and am off to the concert
stage for practice.  We eat shortly afternoon.  Then we practice again and
the concert is around 6 every night.  I'm usually so beat; I go right to
bed after the show is over."
    "That sounds exciting for sure.  How do you spend your days off?"
    "Oh, I shoot hoops some, visit with friends and video games, the usual
things that kids do"
    "And the song your performing, the hit that rocketed you to the top,
how'd you come by that?"
    "Oh, I wrote it one day last spring.  I was performing it at the talent
show and it just took off from there"
    "I see"
    "Yep, things have been good for me"
    "And school is starting soon, which grade will that put you?"
    "Seventh"
    "Grades good?"
    "Oh yeah"
    "And an album is in the offing I understand?"
    "We've been putting it together.  I'm hoping to be in the studio soon
to record it"
    "That sounds exciting then"
    "Busy busy busy"
    "Well, I'm glad you have had the time to take out for this and all our
Unicorn ears"
    Devon fell into a sleep immediately.  Paul reviewed the magazine
article again.  Devon had repeated pretty much everything again.
    Paul gave the boy some more suggestions before letting him return to
his room being guided by the intern.  He'd check on him later in the
afternoon after he reviewed his notes.  Putting the suggestions to allow
him to go back into a trance would make it easier for the next session.
Paul hated to use the truth serum since it had bad side effects.
    According to the intern who was monitoring the preteen, Paul was told
that he had been tossing and turning lots in his bed.  So bad that the
staff had to restrain the boy.  His body functions took over a few times
during the rest of the night.
    Paul went into the room about 8 the next morning to check on his
patient.  Paul found the boy lying on his bed with his extremities all tied
off.  Paul wasn't expecting much of a response from the boy though.  Paul
looked thru the notes that the interns had written.  What he noticed mostly
was patient was tossing and turning a lot soon after being brought back
from his session with Paul.  The interns did note that the movement had
lessened thru the night.  Also mentioned that his body functions were
working.  They were considering putting a tube in the penis but wanted Paul
to make that decision.  Paul left the room for some coffee.  He stood just
inside the door looking the boy over.  His bed was facing the window.  His
arms were stretched out at 45 degree angles from his body and his feet much
the same way.  Paul noticed that the sheets had been replaced with rubber
sheets to help save the mattress Devon was lying upon.  Paul noticed that
the boy was now completely naked, probably due to his soiling them thru the
night.  Paul also noticed Devon's erection.  Was ample for a boy his age,
he was void of hair, at least from that distance; the boy's scrotum was
tight under the 4" Paul guessed.

    Paul sighed as he approached the bed.  He knew that he might have to
give the boy another shot to continue his treatment.  Paul also figured
that the shot was the reason for his erratic behavior thru the night.  Paul
looked out the window.  He could see off for quite a ways.  He took some
sips of his coffee before he turned around to look the boy over.

    He was startled to see the boy staring back at him.  After a brief
pause in his movement, he took another sip of his coffee and stared back at
the boy.  The boy looked away, and then down to his hard penis, he actually
turned red, then around the room.  He laid his head back against his pillow
and Paul heard a sniffle.  He actually heard a small sniffle.

    Paul was again stunned.  The room ranked of urine and it was a pretty
strong smell as the day went on Paul figured.  The boy moved his head
towards Paul as he approached.  Paul could see more and more tears.  Paul
sipped his coffee again.
    "Please sir, no more punishment.  I'll be good" he heard the boy
volunteer.

    "Punishment?"

    "Yes sir" Devon offered up again looking away from Paul as more tears
rolled out of the boys eyes.

    "How do you figure punishment, son?" Paul asked immediately.

    "I'm strapped down and your giving me shots that hurt" he said then
added a 'sir' at the end after a momentary pause.

    "I have to give you shots to make you talk"

    "I'll talk.  I can't stand shots, please" he whined at the end.

    "I see"

    Paul heard him say he 'promised'.

    "Do you like lying in your own urine?"

    "I'm sorry, I don't know what urine is, uh, sir" he said before looking
back at Paul, Devon decided he'd better pay quick attention to this man,
whoever he was.  He must be important to be in here all alone with him.

    "Lying in your own piss?"
    "Oh, uh, I don't then and I have to pee really really bad now"

    Paul sipped his coffee thinking what approach he wanted to take.  If he
gave into the boy, he might not respond.  He could clam up and Paul would
get nothing.  Paul decided he'd take a rougher approach until the boy was
fully cooperative.

    "I see.  Well you probably shit yourself too.  I read that but I'm not
sure if they cleaned you up.  I'll check"

     Before Devon could respond, Paul reached over and pulled the boy's
thighs apart and looked between them.  He was clean.  Then Paul reached
down and moved a lever on the side of the bed and Devon's leg nearest Paul
was permitted to move.  Paul reached up from the lever and forcibly turned
the boy away from him.  He looked at his rear end.  Devon almost let his
urine go from the unexpected behavior.  Paul let the boy return to his
back, and then he reached down the pushed the lever down making the boy's
ankle once again taught.

    "Nah, your clean back there.  I imagine you rather enjoyed shitting all
over yourself didn't you boy?"

    Paul could see the boy turn crimson immediately and turned away from
him.

    "I asked you a question boy!"

    Devon's head immediately snapped back to him making eye contact.  Paul
could see more tears coming out of the boy's eyes but the boy immediately
said "NO SIR, SIR!"  He looked away as he heard another sniffle.

    Devon heard a 'humpf' and saw Paul walk out the door.  A minute later,
he saw him walk back into the room with a cup of something steaming.  Paul
stood on the other side of the room looking the boy over.  Paul could see
the boy's morning erection straining at every movement.  Devon was watching
the strange man.

    Devon didn't know what to think when he saw the man put his cup down on
the window ledge.  The man came back around to his bed pulling on some
rubber gloves.  Devon felt his ankle opposite the man go loose.
    "Now boy, we can do this several ways.  It's up to you.  You can piss
all over yourself and wear it for several hours since it is the weekend or
you can turn towards me NOW!"

    Devon felt his hard dick hit the rubber mat as he turned towards the
man immediately.  He got scared when the man yelled "NOW".  He didn't know
the man but he had all the power.  Devon was shocked to have a pillow put
in front of his eyes.  He felt the man move forward and then he felt his
hard dick being grabbed and put into something.

    "Pee boy"

    Devon just laid there for a few seconds.  He felt the hard slap on the
side of his ass cheek.  He still didn't want to pee.  He felt a harder slap
on his cheek.

    "When I tell you to pee, I mean it boy!" the mean man said.

    "Please sir, I don't wanna pee all over myself"

    "I see.  You can't see anything can you boy?"

    "No sir.  This pillow is blocking everything"

    "I see.  Well here is the deal boy, you gotta trust in something.  I'm
your doctor and you will have to learn how to trust me.  Now P-E-E, let 'er
go!" Paul said still holding on.

    Devon tried to pee but he was too worked up.

    "Well?" Paul said after 30 seconds.

    "I'm trying sir.  Uh, it, uh, won't go, sir.  I'm really trying though"

    "Well boy, that's because you're hard as a rock.  Some girl or
boy will be lucky down the road though."

    The boy turned red immediately.  Devon jumped as much as he could from
the sudden movement of his two nuts.  The man was playing with them a
little.  But Devon felt his self beginning to pee and pee he did.

    "Done boy?"

    "Yes sir, thank you sir"

    "Now turn back on your back boy"

    "Yes sir"

    As Devon fell back on his back, he once again felt the restraint pull
taut again.  Devon felt Paul hold up the container full of urine.  Devon
had gone thru quite a bit Paul thought.  Devon about crapped when he felt
the warm container being put on his chest.  He kept his eyes on it.

    "Now, boy" Paul said as he removed the gloves watching the boy's eyes
that were watching the container, "you have just learned a lesson.  But you
tell me what you have learned"

    "uh, you said I'd have to trust you, uh, sir" Devon said.

    "Correct.  What's the matter?  Afraid that's gonna spill on you?"

    "Yes sir"

    "So you still don't trust me then, that's too bad"

    Devon felt his nuts being played with again.  He knew that they could
cause him lots of pain.

    "I'M SORRY SIR; I'LL TRY TO GET BETTER, SIR.  PLEAES SIR!"

    "Good" Paul said as he let go of his testicles that he'd been moving
around below the still hard penis.  Paul tipped the container over so the
throat was near Devon's head.
    Devon waited for it to all come out.  It didn't.  It was capped
somehow.  Devon's eyes watched the container and then slowly to Paul.

    "My name is Paul and I am your shrink.  You can call me Dr. Paul or
Paul"

    Devon passed out immediately from the shock of all this.