Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 12:07:54 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Jeff and the Shrink 05 by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral,anal, dom)

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Uncle Jeff and the Shrink
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Five

No coffee for me please, doctor, I stopped at Starbucks on the way over and
have had plenty.  Where were we last time?  Oh yes, that's right, I had just
about finished telling you about David when you had to leave to go to the
bathroom.  Did the get his motor bike?  Oh, most certainly.  Paid cash for it too.
Was it the most I ever paid anyone at one time?  Well, not actually doctor.
There was this Asian boy named Timmy Wang, as I remember he was fourteen.  One
of the most beautiful creatures God ever put on this earth.

Timmy was five feet three inches tall with coal black hair that hung almost
to his shoulders, beautiful, brown, deer-like eyes, soft almond-colored skin,
and the cutest four-inch circumcised penis you ever saw with just wisps of
pubic hair above it.  Tell you about him?  Doctor, are you sure?  The episode with
Timmy does get rather graphic.  I'm afraid there is just no way around it.
Very well, I will proceed.

Timmy had shown up on my doorstep two months before.  As with most of the
others, he was a little nervous the first time.  In fact, he trembled as I
removed his clothes.  Yet, I couldn't help but smile when I pulled down his boxers
and that cute four-inch prick of his was standing at attention.  Let me tell
you, his soprano cries of ecstasy when he came moments later damn near made me
blow my load in my pants that first time.  That is one of the things I will
always remember about Timmy.  Even though he was fourteen his voice still hadn't
changed.  As a matter of fact it was almost like that of a girl.  Anyway, I
digress.

As with most of the returnees, Timmy was soon leaving a trail of clothes from
the front door to the couch by his third or fourth time to visit.  Happily,
he would take his thirty bucks, tuck it into the pocket of his shorts, and be
on his way each time.
I think it was on about the sixth or seventh visit that things took a turn.
What do I mean?

Well, Timmy showed up as usual but didn't start pulling off his clothes as
usual.  In fact, he just went directly over to the couch and plopped himself
down upon it.
I asked him what was the matter, and that is when I found out his folks were
in a lot of trouble.  Both his mom and dad ran a convenience store three
streets over and were doing a little book making on the side.  Through some
unfortunate decisions they had made, they had gotten into badly into debt with the
Chinese gang they dealt with.  I don't know whether or not you know anything
about Chinese tongs, doctor, but they can be most ruthless and unforgiving.

Anyway, Timmy was quite certain one or both of his parents were going to be
killed.  They had managed to loot all their savings and had scraped up all but
ten thousand dollars of what they needed.  Timmy wanted me to loan him the
money.  In fact, with tears running down his cheeks he begged me to loan him the
money.

"Well, Timmy.  I am afraid most loans require some kind of collateral.  What
do you plan to put up?" I asked.

"Me!" Came his response.

Well, I must admit, doctor, I was taken aback.  The fact that this beautiful
creature would secure a loan with himself as collateral to save his parents
was touching indeed.  What did I do?

Well, doctor, I explained to Timmy that there was not much he could do for me
to repay ten thousand dollars and that even if he did odd jobs for me on the
weekends it would take him forever to work off that kind of debt.  Of course,
what he said next shocked me beyond belief.

"I'll be your bitch," he said bluntly, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"What?" I remember exclaiming for I was certain Timmy had no idea what he was
saying.

"I said I'll be your bitch.  Your pussy boy, or whatever other fag term you
guys use," he replied bluntly.

Doctor are you sure you are okay with this?  You seem agitated again.
Continue?  Okay.

Anyway, I asked Timmy if he knew what that meant.

"Yeah, it means I am gonna have to do lots of stuff I don't wanna.  For how
long?" He then asked.

"One entire weekend, Friday afternoon to Sunday evening," I had replied.

"For one weekend, you will be my sex slave.  You will do everything I ask no
matter how much it upsets you," I had warned.

"I don't care, I'll do it," Timmy had replied.

The only problem, of course, was that Timmy needed the money by the next day.
 I explained to him that it was just too big a risk to give him the money up
front.  However, he countered by reminding me he would keep his word and he
was worth it.

I must admit, doctor, the kid hooked me and reeled me in on that one.  The
thought of sating myself sexually with such a beautiful creature was just too
much of a temptation.  So, I gave him the money.  Risk?  Why yes, it most
certainly was.  It was a gamble for sure.  However, just in case he kept his word, I
went to the local sex shop and bought a few extra things I would need for the
weekend.  Did he return?  Oh yes indeed doctor!

That Friday afternoon after school he showed up at the door.  "His parents?
Well, yes they reported him missing by Saturday afternoon, but by Sunday
evening he was home.  He just told them he was at a friend's house and thought they
knew.  Did his parents find out about where he got the money?  No, most
certainly not.

Timmy went straight to the gang member who had been contacting his parents
and handed him the ten thousand on the spot.  I am very sure his parents never
knew why the debt was all of a sudden forgiven. The weekend doctor? I'm really
not sure you want hear about.  Like I said, it is a little graphic.  Believe
me, I got my ten thousand dollars worth and then some. Very well, if you
insist.

Well, as I was saying, Timmy showed up that Friday right after school.  I
immediately told him to strip and explained to him that he wouldn't need anything
but what I provided him for the entire weekend.  As for myself, I had on
nothing but my terry cloth bathrobe, and as soon as Timmy was stripped I removed
it, knowing I would not be wearing anything either the entire weekend.

I must admit, Timmy was a little taken aback when he saw my cock with the
gold cock ring around the base.  In fact, he even gulped a little.  However, he
took me scrubbing him thoroughly in the shower and shaving what pubes he had in
stride and I don't remember him even doing much but getting instantly hard
when I put the gold cock ring I had bought for him around his penis and balls.

Timmy did kind of look puzzled when I put the leather short shorts on him,
since his cock and balls hung out the opening in the front and there was also a
large opening in the back.  Then he moaned as he reached back and felt the
part of his tiny buttocks that was exposed.

"Oh god, you are gonna fuck me aren't you?" He had asked.

"Yes, but there is plenty of time for that.  First, you are going to learn
how to suck cock.  In fact, you should be quite good at it by the time the
weekend is over," I had said, as I put the black, leather, studded dog collar
around his neck.

"You said you wanted to be my bitch.  Well, a bitch is a female dog.  So, for
the rest of the weekend, you will be on all fours like a dog.  So get down
there," I then said.

Obediently, Timmy did, and I attached the leash and we practiced some in
order to get him used to being on all fours like a dog.  I didn't have the heart
to tell him at that point that he would even have to take care of his bodily
functions on all fours.  He would find out about that soon enough.  Doctor, are
you okay?  Very well, I will go on.

Because of his small size, I knew that it would be impossible to fuck Timmy
without ripping him to shreds if he wasn't opened up some.  So, I figured the
longer the vibrating butt plug was in him the better off he would be.

"Oh my god, what is that?"  Timmy had asked me.

"Oh shit! O god!"  He had exclaimed, when I explained to him where it was
going.

I must admit he took it as well as anyone could with a virgin butt, although
he did start whimpering as the head of the thing touched those beautiful
virgin ass lips of his then wailed and pounded his fists on the carpet as I
inserted the butt plug all the way into his rectum.  But, once his ass lips closed
around the flared end he stopped almost immediately, and I must admit, I grinned
when I observed that his penis was rock hard again.

"By the way, you are not to try and wank your dick.  Dogs can't do that," I
then warned him.

Doctor I am not sure you are okay.  Sweat is forming on your forehead again
you face is reddening again.  Shouldn't we continue this another time?  No?
Very well, then.

Once he was used to the butt plug, I dropped to my knees and Timmy stared at
my semi-flaccid cock inches from his face.  That is when I informed him it was
time for him to learn to suck cock.  At first, he reached out to grab hold of
it with his hand.  But again, I explained dogs couldn't do that.  So, he
began by licking the head of my cock as I instructed him to do.  Then, as I
reached full hardness, I instructed him to open his mouth.

Since my cock is almost two inches wide when hard, I feed him only the head
at first and let him practice swirling his tongue around it and getting used to
the taste of my pre-cum, which I was leaking profusely as usual.

I am quite sure my words of encouragement eased any reluctance or guilt he
felt about what he was doing.  In fact, I was quite complementary.  However, his
tiny mouth was stretched to the max and he did start to gag and choke once
the head of my cock started bumping the back of his throat.

I will say this, though.  He was a quick learner.  In fact, after only a few
bouts of coughing and learning how to breathe, he was taking most of it down
his throat like he had been doing it for years.  Doctor I really think I should
stop.  I have never seen you like this and your groans have me worried.  Well
okay, if you say so.

Anyway, as I was saying, Timmy got used to getting face fucked rather quickly
considering.  He did panic at first, when I grabbed hold of his head and
started fucking the entire length of my cock down his throat.  And quite frankly,
I am positive he thought he was going to drown when I blew my load.  I have
had guys tell me that before.  Yet, he swallowed what didn't stream out of the
sides of his mouth and then dutifully licked up what had fallen on the carpet
like a good dog.

Later that evening, as he was swallowing his fourth load from me, his jaws
were slack enough that my cock was sliding in and out with ease.  He was a real
trooper by that time.  In fact, when we took a break in order to get something
to eat, he took it in stride that he had to drink and eat from the bowls I
had placed on the floor for him.

However, he was rather shocked when he said he needed to go to the bathroom
and I showed him the newspapers I had spread for him in the laundry room for
that purpose and the blanket he was to sleep on.  Naturally, I had to take the
butt plug out for him to take a crap, but by that time he was loose enough that
it slid right back in with about half the resistance as the first time.  In
fact, he only yelped about half as much as he did at first.  Did he get any
pleasure? Oh yes, doctor!  I'm not totally heartless.

Yes, after he had swallowed my fifth load of the day, I turned on the butt
plug and then stroked his swollen penis with a feather until he came.  Of
course, it took awhile because of the desensitizing cream I had applied.  Believe
me, he squealed like a little girl when he went, shooting cum pellets all over
his face and chest as his penis jerked and twitched with each blast.
Naturally, what he couldn't lick up dried and caked upon his body.

Timmy looked so cute the next morning curled up on his blanket in the laundry
room.  And later, after we had eaten breakfast, he opened his mouth willingly
once I got down my knees in front of him again.  Of course, his disposition
changed when I explained that today I would fuck him all day.

In fact, he cried the whole time he was lubing up my cock with his mouth,
because I had informed him that his spit was all the lubrication I was going to
use, and he literally started sobbing when I removed the butt plug.

Of course, once I removed the butt plug, his ass muscles started to retract
immediately.  So, the only way to counteract that was to quickly insert the
first couple of inches of my cock.  Naturally, Timmy screamed his lungs out as I
did so and begged and pleaded for me to stop.

I calmly reminded him of our agreement, then grabbed hold of those slim,
brown hips of his and pulled him toward me while I pushed.  Unrelentingly, the
whole almost eleven inches of my cock disappeared into his rectum while he wailed
like an EMS vehicle and banged his head on the carpeted floor.

Then, as I began to fuck him, his cries of anguish eventually gave way to
moans and grunts, and by the time I was about ready to shoot my load he let out
an astonished cry, squealed, and started shooting his cum pellets all over the
carpet.  To be honest, I was so enjoying the warm tightness of his butt, and
the erotic sight of my thick tube, glistening with his ass juices, sliding in
and out, that I hadn't even noticed his cock had gotten hard again.

I screwed him three more times that day, and by Sunday morning, he was
backing his tail up on his own and yelling for more as I fucked him.  I don't know
how many times he came as I fucked him. I think it was four the last time.
But, I can tell you his ass muscles milked my cock like a milking machine each
time.

What on earth! That was a strange yelp, doctor, and I don't think I have ever
seen your face look like that.  No matter, there are only a few other
details.

By Sunday evening it was time for Timmy to leave.  So, I removed the shorts,
cock ring, and leather collar from him, gave him a bath to clean all the dried
cum off of all the places that his tongue couldn't get to, got his clothes
for him, and then he was on his way home.

Naturally, you can imagine my surprise when he showed up the following Friday
wearing a huge, black, studded, leather dog collar that he had purchased
himself and holding a leash in his hand and grinning. For almost six months, Timmy
came by as often as he could, and he was my bitch every time and never asked
for so much as a penny again.  Sadly, his parents eventually moved.

"Show myself out?"  Don't mind at all.  I am used to it now.  Same time next
week?  Very well, and by the way, doctor, I would do something about those
slacks if I were you. It seems you may have spilled something on them near your
crotch area.

To be continued..........