Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 11:41:55 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: ST: Uncle Jeff and the Shrink 09 by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral,anal,
    bond,dom)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males and
older males.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not read
this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you
are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story is no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

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Uncle Jeff and the Shrink
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Nine


I'm sorry I was late doctor.  The appointment with my probation officer ran
late and I do try to schedule my visits with him and you on the same day so
that I can take care of all those things at once.  No thank you.  I had plenty of
coffee while at the probation office.  Continue where I left off?  Well, let
me see.  Oh yes, now I remember.

Well, if Jose had thought he had been humiliated by having to lick his ample
dollops of spunk off the carpet, then clean me up as well, he was mistaken.
Again, tears welled up in his eyes as I handed him a pair of pink, laced bikini
panties and told him that he must wear them from now on when he came over.

"Be back here at six Friday afternoon and plan to spend the entire weekend,"
I told him.  "And, oh, by the way, shave the hair off your head.  You are not
to have one single hair on your body when you arrive.  Understand?"  I asked.

"Oh geez!  I gotta shave this off too?" Jose asked, running his hand through
his raven-colored locks.

"Yep!  All of it!"  I replied.

Off and on, I spent the better part of the next week getting things arranged
for Jose's impending weekend stay.  Of course, that required several visits to
the shop were I had sent Jose to get his piercing.  However, by the time the
end of the week arrived I was sure that I had everything just so and I was
already wondering at what point that coming weekend Jose would finally back out
on our agreement.

Sure enough, shortly after six on Friday afternoon Jose arrived as he had
been instructed to do.

"I see you brought some things," I commented, noticing the sport bag Jose
held in his hand as he came through the door and the fact that his head was
absent the usual cap and was now slick as a cue ball.

"Yeah, my shaving stuff and toothpaste, and some other shit," Jose commented.

"Well, you can put it down over there," I remarked, pointing to a vacant spot
near the couch.

Jose set the bag down at the spot indicated and then plopped himself on the
couch and looked at me nervously.

"Well, Jose.  This is the weekend we begin your real training," I said, as I
walked over and sat down in my stuffed chair.

"Training for what?" He asked.

"Why, Jose!  I'm surprised.  You are the one who originally asked me about
our whole arrangement in the first place," Jeffrey responded.

"Well, like I don't remember, man," he replied.

"Well, for starters, Jose.  I hate to have to keep reminding you that you are
to answer questions with yes sir and no sir.  Is that understood?"  I said.

"Yes sir," Jose replied.

"Fine, and you are to call me Uncle Jeff.  Understand?"  I asked.

"Yes sir-uh-Uncle Jeff."

"Now, before we go any further, I want to remind you that you may back out at
anytime.  In case you have forgotten let me refresh your memory, Jose.  You
said you wanted to be my punk.  Well, this is the weekend we start.  If you
thought last Sunday was too much then now is the time to leave and call off our
deal," I warned.

"Oh, man, there you go again.  You're scaring me again," Jose replied.

"There's no need to be scared, Jose.  Nothing this weekend is going to cause
you any permanent physical damage," I told him.

"Oh, man.  Now I am really scared. What the fuck you gonna do to me?"  Jose
then asked.

"Well, among other things, you are going to learn to suck cock this weekend.
To be specific, my cock.  And, once you have that down, and we will have to
do that many times, I am going to fuck you, and of course, we will have to do
that many times as well," I replied, knowing that my words would send Jose into
a panic.

"Oh no!  Oh shit, man!  I thought we'd do other stuff first. Oh man, oh man!"
Jose replied, jumping up from the couch and almost wringing his hands.

"It's up to you, Jose.  You are the one who wants to be my punk," I said.

"Oh, man.  I thought I was just gonna have to jack you and let you suck me or
something," he replied, and plopped himself back down on the couch.

"I'm afraid not, Jose.  At the minimum you are gonna suck cock and get fucked
this weekend, and there will be other things as well," I replied.

Once again, Jose's macho attitude began to melt like snow and tears welled up
in his eyes as he turned his head and looked at me.

"I gotta become a fag huh?" He then asked.

"Yes, Jose.  My own personal bitch.  My own personal fag.  My own personal
pussy boy.  My personal punk or whatever terms you want to use.  That is, if you
want the money.  Remember, Jose, it is for one year, and this weekend we
start," I said.

"Oh god!" Jose moaned, and tears started to run down his cheeks.

"I can't, man.  I just can't," he then said, and got up from the couch,
grabbed his sport bag, headed for the front door.

"Bye Jose, it's been nice knowing you," I told him, then smiled because I had
won.

"Oh fuck, man!" He then exclaimed, and whirled around and plopped his self
back down on the couch, dropping the sport bag to the floor.

"I take it you've changed your mind?"  I asked.

"Fuck you!  Yeah!"  Jose shot back, and gave me a hateful look.

"That's yes sir," I reminded him.

"Yes sir, fucking damn it!"  Jose shot back.

"Good!  Now please remove all of your clothes except what I gave you to wear
and place them in a pile on the couch.  You will not be wearing anything most
of the weekend," I replied.

I watched Jose kick off his tennis shoes and begin to remove his clothes and
was mildly pleased that the teen seemed less reluctant this time.  Then, as
Jose got down to nothing but the pink panties, I couldn't help but smile.

"Very nice, Jose.  They look cute on you," I commented, amused that they were
just as tight as I figured they would be and showed the outline of Jose's
cock and balls quite well.

Jose rolled his eyes at the comment and sat himself back down upon the couch.

"Okay, now before we go any further I want to again remind you that if you
slip up any at all this weekend you will be punished.  As a matter of fact, your
last little outburst is going to cost you already.  Remember, you are to call
me Uncle Jeff at all times, and it is "yes sir" and "no sir" when you are
asked a question.  Every time you forget or slip up it is going to cost you and
you are not going to enjoy the results.  Do you understand, Jose?" I said.

"Yes sir!"  Jose replied.

"Yes sir whom?"  I asked.

"Yes sir, Uncle Jeff.

"One more thing.  Should at any time you reach the point where you want to
back out of our deal all you have to say is "I quit," I told him.

"Yes sir, Uncle Jeff."

"Fine, now lets begin your training," I replied, and I rose from my chair,
walked over to the couch, and then held out my hand for Jose to take hold of in
order to begin his weekend journey.

At first, Jose moaned as I led him into the back room of the house and he saw
the special restraint bench I had had constructed.  Then, as I made him take
off the panties and told him to lie down upon it he began to cry.  Why?

Well, doctor I think it was obvious even to Jose how the device worked.
Basically, the Y-shaped bench was a combination of bench and pillory upon which
Jose lay face down.

At the head end, was a contraption through which Jose's hands and head were
placed, then the top part closed, locking them firmly into place, much like a
set of stocks would do.  In the middle of the bench was an opening that
provided an ample open area for the Jose's cock and balls to hang through so that
they hung downward. The Y-shaped foot end was similar to the head in that there
were openings at the ends through which each foot would be placed and then
locked into place.  Thus restrained, Jose's body was also in the shape of a "Y"
and there was no way he could do much but lie face down and wait for whatever
was to come.

"Oh man. This is so sick.  You are scaring me man!"  Jose protested through
his tears, as he helplessly watched me begin to take items out of a black
leather bag and lay them on a table.

"Oh shit! What's that?" Jose asked, as I pulled a particularly sinister
looking black object from the bag.

"This, Mi Chulo, is a butt plug.  A rather nice one don't you think?  I think
you know where it's going to go," I replied, holding up the black,
king-sized, butt plug for his inspection.

"Oh fuck man!  No don't do that, please! That thing is huge!" Jose hollered,
and began to squirm.

Of course, restrained as he was, all Jose could do was wiggle his body and
watch wide-eyed as I lubed up the butt plug then walked toward the foot end of
the bench.

"Oh god, man.  Please don't!" Jose pleaded and began to cry even harder, as I
disappeared from sight behind him.

"The more you fight it the more it is gonna hurt, Jose.  All of this is going
in your butt so you'll be ready for my cock later on.  Now just relax and let
it happen," I said.

Naturally, the fact that Jose couldn't turn his head enough to see behind him
meant that he had no way of knowing what I was doing at any particular
moment.

"Oh no! Oh fuck!" Jose hollered, as he felt his butt cheeks being parted.

Then, his initial scream echoed off the walls of the room as the end of the
butt plug entered his asshole.  Although I took it slow, Jose howled at the
ceiling as I inserted the butt plug. Finally, when the narrow bottom end of the
butt-plug entered him, and his ass lips slammed shut around it, it was locked
firmly in place and Jose's screams died to sobs.

"Now, that ought to keep things nice and open so I can fuck you easier," I
commented, and patted Jose on the butt cheeks with my hand then headed back
toward the head of the bench.

"Please take it out!  It hurts so bad!"  Jose sobbed, as he looked up at me.

"Now, Jose.  You will be glad I did that later.  It will make things much
better for your first butt fuck," I commented.  "Now open your mouth like a good
boy," I then added, having picked the "O" ring gag out of the leather bag
resting on the table.

"What's that for?" Jose asked.

"You'll find out soon enough.  Now open your mouth," I replied.

What was it for?  Well doctor, I see you are not familiar with such devices.
Basically, it is a gag that has an opening in the middle with very short hard
rubber flange that goes into the subject's mouth.  Simply put, once it is
strapped on it holds the subjects mouth open permanently in the shape on an "O."
It really makes the subject's mouth totally defenseless and of course makes
it virtually impossible to speak.  How so?  Well doctor, hold your mouth open
in the shape of an "O" and try to talk.  Now you see what I mean. Anyway, I
digress.

Had Jose known what the device was for he would probably have not opened his
mouth.  Yet, he did as he was told.  It wasn't until the thing was strapped on
him that it immediately became apparent that it made his mouth totally open
and defenseless.

"Uuuugi Uuuuugi Uckki!" Jose exclaimed, causing me to laugh.

"Yes, it does make it hard to talk doesn't it?"  I commented, then laughed
again.

Jose continued to emit gibberish but it intensified dramatically as I
stripped off my clothes and then began to move toward him stroking my cock.

"Ucka! Ucka!" Jose began to holler over and over again.

Of course, I had no way of knowing that what Jose was saying was "I quit. I
quit!"

Anyway, Jose continued to emit gibberish and his eyes widened as my cock, got
rock hard and began to leak pre-cum before his eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck your face now," I then told him, causing him to emit even a
louder gibberish of protest.

However, those were soon silenced as I stuffed the head of my cock into his
defenseless mouth.

Oh I see, yes I was late and we have used up my time.  Don't worry, I will
let myself out as usual, doctor.  You do seem a little flushed again at the
moment.

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