Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 10:42:03 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Jeff and the Shrink 03 by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral,anal,dom,bond)

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Uncle Jeff and the Shrink
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Three


Coffee?  No thank you, doctor.  Although you do make excellent coffee I had a
late breakfast this morning and I'm afraid I have had enough for the moment.
Let's see I believe you asked me about any strange behavior exhibited by the
boys I became involved with over the years.  Well, as a matter of fact there
was one young man that comes to mind, although I consider that he was just
going through a phase.  As a matter of fact, I was too at the time and things just
seemed to mesh together along that line.  His name?  Well, his name was Chad.
 Tell you the story?  Well, doctor, I will try.  I am not sure I can in an
hour but I will try to be brief.

As I remember, Chad first came buy when he was fifteen.  As you know, he was
a little older boy than I normally liked to fool with, but, when he first
showed up at my door, skateboard in hand, I found him to be rather cute actually.
His buzzed-cut blonde hair, his dark tan and his green eyes were an immediate
turn on for me.  Had a nice cock too.

Quite frankly, I never expected Chad to be more than a simple suck every now
and then, collecting his thirty bucks and being on his way.  He was a very
macho kid and I don't think any amount of money would make him reciprocate as far
as sex went.  What was strange about that?

Well, doctor, that wasn't the strange part of course.  That began some months
later.  In fact, it had been almost two months since Chad had come buy and I
had just figured he had earned however much money he needed and that was that.
 It wasn't unusual that that was the case with many of the boys.  Suck um off
a few times and I never saw um again.  There were exceptions of course.

Well anyway, Chad showed up at the front door, and all the time he was taking
his clothes off he was carrying on about some trouble he had gotten in at
school and all and how he ought to be punished.  I more or less brushed it off,
and was getting ready to get down to fondling his cock to get him up for the
suck, when out of the blue, he asked if I would spank him.  Now I can tell,
doctor, that came as a complete surprise.

At that time, I had become involved in a little B and D group and the three
other guys, all about my age at the time, like myself were all new to that type
of thing.  We would usually take turns being on the receiving end of the
ministrations of the other three and it was all quite new to us.  How does that
fit in with Chad?

Well, doctor, I had purchased quite a bit of equipment, and because of the
size of my house, had even outfitted a special room so we could have our
sessions there.  Needless to say, even though I was taken aback by Chad's request for
me to spank him, I had the equipment to oblige, and I can assure you doctor,
his butt was quite red and his cock quite hard, by the time I finished
paddling him.  Was that the only instance?   Oh my heavens no!  Maybe I wasn't clear
earlier.  The little sessions with Chad continued for about a year.  Just
paddling?  Oh no, doctor!  Things went far beyond that.  Maybe I can give you an
example.

I think it was about the fourth month or so that Chad had been coming buy and
usually it was on Saturday morning.  However, it had been several weeks since
he had shown up and that particular Saturday morning, when he did, he wasn't
even inside the door when he was carrying on about how bad he had been and
needed to be punished real badly.

Well, in no time at all, Chad's naked body was hanging from the special metal
frame in the room I had set up, and of course, the punishment session
continued for some time that morning.  Tell you about it?  Why doctor, I am surprised
you would even be interested in such things.  But, I will try to recall that
for you as best I can.

Once I had cuffed Chad's wrists to the top part of the frame I raised it so
that he hung about six inches above the floor.  As I attached the spreader bar
to his ankles Chad began to whimper.  This was something new and I am certain
he realized that this punishment session was going to be something very
different than a paddling and a blow job.

"Oh please, Uncle Jeff. Just spank me please," he had begged.

"Oh god!"  He then exclaimed, as he saw me start laying out some of the
things I was going to use.

Now, I really never found out, but I suspect he had been either looking at B
and D porn magazines or catalogs because I am quite certain that he recognized
most of the items and he began to beg and insist that all he needed was a
spanking.

For two months, when Chad felt he had been naughty enough, usually once a
week, he would come by and tell me and he would get spanked.  In fact, he was
used to either the wooden paddle or the leather strap.  Yes, he would yelp and
holler as the blows fell, and he would usually get a embarrassingly hard cock
that would also be whipped with the special crop that I had.  Most times he
would cum as the fibers from the special crop played across his penis and balls.
You seem uneasy, doctor.  Are you sure you want me to continue?   Very well!

Well, as I was saying, it became obvious as I laid out the nipple clamps, the
O-Ring gag, and some of the other items on the table, that he wasn't just
going to get a spanking and a blow job this time, and his vocal protests began to
get louder and louder.  So, I decided that in order to silence those the
O-Ring gag would be the first order of business.

"Oh God!  Not one of those!" He said anxiously.  "I'm not gay, you can't do
that to me," he then insisted.  Are you familiar with that little piece of
equipment, doctor?  No?

Well, simply put, once inserted and strapped on it basically holds the mouth
of the subject open in the shape of an "O."  It really makes it quite
impossible to do anything but make odd noises because you can't close your mouth.
Anyway, as you might expect, Chad did try to resist the inserting of the gag but
one hard slap on his balls made him holler and open his mouth and it popped
right in.  The purpose other than keeping him from talking?  Well, doctor, that
will become obvious later.

Anyway, I continued laying those things I was going to use out upon the table
then I proceeded to attach the special metal cock ring around his cock and
balls.  I remember Chad stared wide eyed and made unintelligible noises as I
attached the metal nipple clamps to his nipples.  Then, he had an almost puzzled
expression as I attached the electrodes from the Electro-Stimulation unit to
the cock ring and nipple clamps. Was he saying anything?  Well, yes.  However,
try holding your mouth open in an "O" shape and saying something intelligible,
doctor.  Did he get spanked?  Oh yes, that and a lot more.

In fact, I must have spanked him with the leather strap for fifteen minutes
or more.  His buttocks were bright red when I stopped and he was crying
somewhat.  Yet, when I went over to the cabinet and pulled out the metal, vibrating
dildo that I was going to shove up his rectum, electrode attached, he began to
cry profusely and struggle in vain to get free.

Chad howled, the best he could, as I slowly inserted the dildo in his butt.
Yet, I couldn't help but smile as that seven-inch cock of his began to get
hard in response.  Finally, satisfied that the metal cock was properly inserted,
I attached the electrode from the Electro-Stimulation unit and cut on the tiny
switch which started the device vibrating.  That done, I adjusted the
Electro-Stimulation unit and watched for a bit as the electrical impulses began to
make Chad's cock jerk with every impulse.  What did I do then?  Well, doctor, I
went off and left him alone for awhile.

When I returned, I guess it was about and hour later, Chad's body was covered
in a sheen of sweat.  Beneath his feet there was a small puddle where pre-cum
had leaked from his cock and dripped onto the floor.  As I walked toward him,
another pulse from the Electro-Stimulation unit was fired, causing his body
to draw up as much as it could and his grotesquely swollen penis to emit a
spider web like strand of pre-cum that dripped onto the floor.  Oh my!  I can see
you are upset again, doctor.  I am sorry to be so graphic.  Continue?  Very
well, if you insist.

I am quite sure that when I turned off the Electro-Stimulation unit that Chad
thought he was now going to get a blow job and get to cum, for he let out
kind of a sigh.

"I have something a little different for you this time Chad.  Especially
fitting for a boy, who has been so naughty," I remember telling him.

At first, he had a puzzled look and stared at me wondering what I had in
mind.  Then, he looked even more puzzled as I walked toward holding a big feather
in his hand.

"You know, sometimes punishment can be both a mixture of pain and pleasure,
Chad," I remember saying.

I also remember that as I moved the feather toward his cock Chad looked down
at it.  Indeed, it was the most swollen and hard I had ever seen it.  In fact
the deep, blue, veins looked like highways on a road map and the whole shaft
was a deep purple, not to mention the swollen head.

For awhile, to the sound of Chad's distorted cries, I ran the feather all
over his painfully engorged penis, while more of his pre-cum dripped onto the
floor and his body quivered. In fact, he became so desperate to cum that he began
to fuck his hips at the thin air, at which point I would remove the feather,
then begin again when I was sure he was not close to cumming as a result of
the stimulation.

I stimulated him with the feather for some time, and I could tell by the
strange noises he was making that he was desperate to cum.  Then, I placed the
feather back upon the table and went over to the side of the metal frame where
the switch was and lowered the frame so that Chad's feet, spreader bar firmly
attached to his ankles, touched the floor. Once that was done I then grabbed the
spreader bar and pulled Chad's legs behind him a bit and then lowered the
frame some more so that he hug from his wrists, legs sticking out behind him,
about waist high.

As I did so, there were all kinds of distorted noises and head shaking from
Chad, for I had taken off my shorts and was quite hard.  In fact, I think he
knew what was about to happen and that he was helpless to do anything about it.


Believe me, doctor, his eyes widened as I moved toward him stroking my cock
until my groin was only inches away from his open mouth.

"Ah!  Uuuggu!"  Chad hollered, and shook his head no.

"Now be a good boy," I said, firmly grabbing hold of his head with one hand
and guiding my cock into Chad's helplessly open mouth with the other.

Then, when I had enough of my cock in his mouth, I grabbed hold of Chad's
head with both hands and began to fuck his face.

At first, I made small fucking strokes to get Chad's mouth good and moist.
Finally, when drool began to run uncontrollably from his mouth, I began to fuck
as much of my cock as I could down his throat and it only took him a few
minutes to master being able to breath while I fucked his mouth.

"Such a bad boy you have been. Gonna fill you tummy full of cummy!"  I
remember telling him, as I felt my cum load travel up the shaft of my cock.

Later, I remember Chad telling me how my spunk felt running down his throat
and how helpless he felt to do anything about it and how it was so awful since
he wasn't gay or anything.  Did he ever get to achieve orgasm?  Oh yes,
doctor!

In fact, I had three of my fingers up his butt fucking him with them when he
came.  And when he did, why the first rope of cum must have shot out over ten
feet and splattered on the far wall.  Let me tell you, I never thought he was
going to stop cumming. Oh dear!  I see your face is flushed again and your
forehead is all sweaty.  Maybe we should discontinue our session.  One more
question?  Why certainly.  Did he ever come back?

Oh my heavens yes! In fact, he came by regularly from then on to be punished.
 And, as I remember, he was a regular until he graduated from high school.
Funny thing though.  The thing he hated the most was for me to fuck his face.
Even before I would put the ball gag on him he would start crying and
insisting that he wasn't queer and begging me not to do that to him.  Yet, his cock
would get rock hard each time I put the gag on.  Secretly, I think he really
liked that as much as he liked getting spanked and sucked.  I just think he was
afraid to admit that he did.  Did he get paid?

Oh yes, doctor, and quite well too, I might add.  In fact, he saved up enough
money to buy himself a new pickup truck his senior year in high school and I
was able to satisfy my little stint with the B and D thing.  I really got out
of it after that though.  Just didn't do that much for me.  Well, not as much
as sucking and fucking the younger guys anyway.  That was a real turn on for
me as I have told you.

Oh yes, I see you are quite right.  My watch shows that we have gone over our
allotted time again.  Next week then?  Fine, and don't bother to get up, I
will show myself out again.  You indeed do look a little uncomfortable again.

To be continued....