Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2016 03:53:17 +0000 From: Maxwell Duran Subject: Dr. Forester This is a fictional story containing sex between a adult and a minor. Please do not continue reading; If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality If this Material is illegal in your area. If you are under age 18. Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Nifty Erotic Stories Archive Over 200000 documents spanning 4.6GB. http://www.nifty.org/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Marshall's mistake My clients are special, each of them young boys who have been unlucky enough to be saddled with one or more homophobic parents. As a therapist, these parents want me to aid these boys and try to cure them of their tendencies. Often I am sought out because the boy cried after getting chewed out by his little league coach, was too sensitive, didn't make other friends of the same sex, or my personal favorite was simply caught masturbating. What ever the reason they bring these boys to me in hopes of protecting them from a horrible fate as a homosexual deviant. These ignorant, and arrogant fools pay me to ease their minds from their own misguided fears. I love that they decide to trust me to fix these kids, instead of just loving these kids for who they are. I take it upon my self to fix these kids by allowing them to fully explore all the possibilities of such alternative lifestyles. Once a boy learns that all the trust and love their parents had for them is in jeopardy they are quick to come to trust in my methods. After a boy learns his true place in the world they are so much happier for it. I guess when parents see my tight tone body outlined by my form fitting button up shirt and slacks, my piercing green eyes and my short black professional fauxhawk, or my carefully manicured 5 o' clock shadow they don't see a boy loving gay man, but instead they view me as an ideal picture of masculinity. Hey it works for me. Take little 9 year old Marshall Jacobs, the youngest of my clients and one of my most adorable, in my opinion. His single mother brought him to me because he was caught trying on a pair of her shoes. He sat in my waiting room looking full of fear and desperation, his dark hair in large loose curls hiding his steely blue colored eyes from view. His caramel colored tan standing out against the white board shorts and Holster polo he was wearing. His attire and attractiveness gave him the appearance of a child model. His mother sat in my office in tears explaining how she walked in on him after coming home early from work in her closet wearing her high heals. The woman was in tears as she explained how it wasn't her fault he didn't have a father figure in his life. She went on explaining, that her husband ran off with his secretary 4 years ago and she has been too busy with work to really seek out a new husband. I assured her that she did the right thing coming to me. I told her about how young boys at his age are already starting to develop sexual awareness and if not given the proper guidance anything could happen. Of course my program was expensive but she was more than willing to pay. He would stay with me so I could assess if he were in fact a homosexual child. Then I would move on to other treatment, if necessary. I made sure it always was. I let her know he would have to miss a few weeks of school. I would tutor him in the mean time to keep him up on his studies. Also, they could have no contact with each other during this time. I would keep her updated by email. She agreed, as they all do. She told me that she had already packed his things and had the suitcase in the car. She was going to take this opportunity to take a small personal vacation on a cruise and wanted to know if I could keep him a little longer than normal. I let her know there would be an added fee but it would not be a problem. She signed some temporary custodianship papers and we went out to let Marshall know he would be staying with me. As usual the poor boy had no idea why he was entering into therapy with me or that he would be staying away from home. I really prefer it this way and instruct the parents not to mention these details, though most times this is already what they were going to do. It helps me to convey the gravity of the situation to these kids. After his mother gave him a good by kiss and was out the door he looked to me. I could see the sense of abandonment starting to settle in. With a cold expression I waved for him to join me in my office. I took a seat behind my desk and told him to stand in front of it. I have found that these very first moments are very crucial in breaking through a child's defenses. An apprehensive kid is going to second guess you and will rarely come to trust you completely. "I am Dr. Foster, but you can call me Rick."I shoved the papers forward across my desk and asked if he knew what they were. He looked at the papers, the terms completely foreign to him. I explained that his mother has placed me in charge of him, that she thought he was gay and had handed him over to me. Marshall was understandably upset, he felt rightfully betrayed and helpless. While he cried I offered him a chair and a glass of water. I sat quietly for a moment and then explained he would be staying with me at my cabin on the lake for the time being that I would like to get to know him before deciding if I was going to enroll him in another school. The look of terror on his face was heart breaking, but I knew that the more extreme this situation became for him the more he would come to rely on my help. I gathered my files and my briefcase from my office and ushered him out to my car. His suitcase was right at the front door as I had requested from his mother. Once he saw it a new spasm of desperation washed over him. I smiled reassuringly at him as I helped him into my car. I was already packed so we immediately got onto the highway and headed out of the city. The drive took about two and a half hours. We made one stop at a gas station for bathroom breaks. I got him a candy bar and we were on our way again in silence. We found the forest road that lead to my privet cabin. A modern two story cabin style house with a deck right on the lake. I took him to his room and let him unpack. I left for my room stopping at my hidden control room to turn on my surveillance system. I had hidden cameras all over the house to record our progress. Finally stopping in my room I ditched my clothes for a gauze robe and one of my favorite Andrew Christian jockstraps. The robe was completely see through but I wanted to give the illusion of modesty. I peeked at the monitor showing Marshall sobbing on his bed. I tied my robe closed and padded barefoot to his room. I stopped at his open door and asked for him to come out to the living room to talk. He followed me out commenting on how he could see my butt through my robe. I ignored the comment and sat in a low designer chair opposite of its matching couch where I offered Marshall a seat. He sat looking at my body through my robe, I could see it was making him a little uncomfortable. I let the hefty form fitted pouch holding my slightly thickening cock hang right over the edge of my seat to display it for him more prominently. "Do you understand why you have come to live with me Marshall?" I asked in an even authoritative tone. He sat there his eyes fixed on the bright red pouch of my jockstrap. The boy looked up meeting my gaze and said in the smallest voice. "Cause my Mom thinks I am gay." He stifled back an onset of fresh tears. "Yes, that is correct. So, let me ask you Marshall. Do you know what being gay means?" I asked keeping my tone level and professional. "It means she thinks I am a faggot!" His voice choked in his own throat as he said the words. "Well yes also to some extent but, do you know what a faggot does?" I asked using his own terminology so he would understand he could talk about anything in this house. "It's when a dude like other dudes." He said looking a little unclear about the full details. "And do you like other dudes?" I asked my cock starting to arc slightly against the fabric of my jock. His eyes kept darting between my crotch and my eyes as he shrugged and shook his head. "Look Mars, your Mother said you liked to be called Mars, is that right?" He nodded in response. "Mars let me make this easy for you. Do you like girls?" He looked at me with a kind of contemplative look mixed with a slight bit of disgust. "No, not really girls are stupid and most of them are mean." "Jackpot!" I thought to myself realizing he had not yet found interest in girls. "So you shook your head when I asked if you liked dudes but your Mother said you have quiet a few friends. She told me about Derek, Shane, Adam, and Paul. You like them don't you?" Mars lowered his head in thought as he was filled with confusion. I cold see his mind contemplating the facts. It was true he didn't really like girls, and he did like his friends. He had never really thought of it like that. Could it be true, was he gay? He hated to think it could be true and silent tears began to roll down his cheeks. "Hey Mars, it's okay. I am not going to judge you no matter what you are. Your mom told me she found you trying on her shoes. Can you tell me about that?" I asked him my voice shifting to a far more comforting tone. Marshall's eyes widened with fear he had known his Mom was mad about that but he had not thought about it. Did that make him gay? He had just been curious about how to walk in heels it seemed so strange to him and none of his own shoes had such heels. He hadn't considered that it could mean he was gay. "I just wanted to try them out." His voice oozing with guilt as he struggled to stem the flow of his tears. I stood up stepping toward him letting my crotch brush against his cheek as I leaned over the couch to grab a box of tissues and offer it to him. "There, there, it is totally normal for a "faggot" or sissy boy to want to try on high heals. Mars do you think you might be a sissy boy?" I asked placing a reassuring hand on his leg. "No... I mean I don't think so. I don't want to be a sissy." He said desperately his chest still heaving. I pulled him to his feet as I stood up hugging him tight. "Oh Mars, it is totally alright for you to be a sissy boy if that is what you are. Don't feel like you need to know the answer right now. It has been a long day for you. I am here to help you if you want. We can find out if you are a sissy boy or not then we will know for sure. And once we know then we can fix you. Then when you are better we can call your Mom and I am sure she will want you back right away. What do you say to that?" Mars looked up at me his eyes suddenly full of hope. "Rick, you can get my Mom to take me back?" I smiled pressing his little tight quivering body against my semi hard dick. "Oh yes, if you want to let me help you figure out who you are. That is what I do for boys, Mars. If I do this though, you will have to do everything I say. I am not going to lie some of it will be hard for you but, once we are finished you will be able to be happy with yourself and your Mom will want you back for sure." Mars filled with hope finally got control of his tears as he nodded his consent. "Excellent, then we will start, for now lets go take a shower and get to bed." I led him upstairs to the master bathroom. The shower was about a 5 foot square with huge clear glass door panels that went from floor to sealing and four separate shower heads. Two at about waist level and two fixed into the ceiling creating a rainfall effect. I showed him into the bathroom and explained how to operate the shower controls. I explained to him that he would have to be very clean for me if he wanted me to help him. That he would be inspected thoroughly after every shower. He gave me a worried look so I told him I would help him and show him how to make sure he was all clean. With that I asked for his shirt which he hesitated to give me until I suggested that he seemed to not want my help after all. He removed his shirt and his little pert nipples were already standing at attention. His perfect skin was over come with goosebumps as soon as he handed his shirt over and I had to suppress a smile. I carefully folded his shirt placing it out of reach on an empty shelf. I motioned for him to continue and he hesitated again turning an obvious shade of embarrassed. "Look Mars, there is no need to get embarrassed about your body we are both guys here. Real men are not ashamed of their bodies. I have seen it all already so you have nothing to be ashamed of. Here look, if it will make you more comfortable I will go first." I opened my robe hooked my fingers into my jock and let them fall to the floor my cock now soft again was inches from his face as I hung my robe on the door hook. Marshall looked obviously conflicted he wanted my help but seemed unused to being nude in front of others. I squatted down next to him and placed my hands on the waist of his board shorts. "Come on Mars, like I said I am here to help you. Let's get you clean and you can hit the sack." I started to undo his shorts and he let me remove them. Once he was naked I looked him over carefully his eyes fixed securely to the floor. He stayed silent his hands hiding his little cock from my view. I started the shower and soon the warmth of the spray was soothing our bodies. "Mars, you are really very pretty for a boy. Is that because you want to be a sissy boy so badly?" I asked my tone very nonchalant. Mars blushed looking back at me with confusion on his face he was obviously not sure how to answer. I looked from his eyes down to my cock which was at it's full thick ten inches pointed straight at his face. "Yeah, Mars your are a pretty sexy boy. Look what you did to my cock. Sissy boys are really good at getting real men's cocks to stand at attention. You don't even seem sorry about it either, look at your little cocklet it is hard as a nail too." I said my voice dripping with a fair amount of disappointment. Marshall's hands both fig leafed in front of his little erection. His eyes were glued on my cock as the water splashed off of it. "I did that? I'm sorry... I really am!" His voice full of desperation. I could already tell I was going to have a lot of fun with this boy. "You don't really seem sorry Mars. I would show you how a good sissy boy shows how he is sorry but you still don't know if that is what you are right?" He shook his head not really knowing what to say. "Well I guess I know a way to tell if you are a sissy boy or not. We could check and then if you are not we could forget this who thing. What do you say, wanna check if you are a sissy boy? Do you want that? If you do you are going to have to ask me yourself." Mars seemed unsure but hopeful that he could prove he wasn't a sissy boy. "Rick, can you check for me?" His voice was small and he seemed to shiver even in the warm water. "Check what?" I asked waiting for him to say all the words. "Can you check to see if I am a... sis...a sissy boy, please?" Such a polite boy. I really liked the added courtesy. "Hey, of course I can buddy. Do you know what cum is?" He looked at me his face the picture of uncertainty. "So, when a real man, a guy who could never be a sissy boy, strokes his penis like this..." I stroked down the length of my penis keeping it less than in inch from is lips as I did. "He can let some sperm out, we call it cum. It is white and milky, it happens after a little while of stroking a cock. Sissy boys can't make cum. They can stroke their cocklets, but it will only feel good nothing will come out. It isn't their fault. You see they were born sissy boys. To be happy they need to learn how to service real men. Have you ever stroked your cocklet like this, Mars?" He seemed hypnotized by my stroking as he shook his head no. "Okay, well I guess I can help you with that too. Come over here with me." I guided him over to me by his arm as I sat on the marble bench that lined the back wall of the shower. I lifted his body and had him straddle my lap. My cock shoved down under his crack pointing toward the glass doors, and rubbing under his balls. I kept my legs wide so he could not shift in his seat much as I pulled away his hands and started to stroke his two and a half inch cocklet. His entire body blushed as I stoked him off, but he didn't complain as I increased my pace. "Sissy boys loved to be touched like this by real men, it actually makes them feel good. Sissy boys will also moan when they like it." I said as I started to fondle his balls with my other hand. Mars started to buck on my lap causing my cock to slide across his crack as a slight moan escaped his lips. "Yeah, just like that. That is exactly the sort of moaning sissy boys do." As I hastened my assault I could see his embarrassment level raising as he tried stifle another moan with his hand. His body bucked in pleasure as he squealed in delight once he reached his climax. As he shuddered in pleasure he looked down toward my open hand displaying no sign of this "cum". He shook his head and I could see he was feeling betrayed by his own body. "Well Mars, looks like the test results are in and it looks like you are definitely a sissy boy." I said my voice a little cross as I rose up causing him to slide off my lap abruptly. "Just as I thought!" I sighed. "Look here and see at what you did to my big cock! Sissy boys always make areal Mans cock nice and hard. I mean do you want to be a sissy boy? I know it isn't your fault. It is just how you were born, but it is your choice if you want to stay that way!" I raised my voice to emphasize the importance of his choice. He shook with fear as tears started to form in his eyes again. "I am really sorry Rick don't be mad. I don't want to stay a sissy boy. Tell me how to become a real man like you, please!" His voice was strangled as he choked down his tears. "Mars, I am glad to hear that is what you want. However I don't think you can make a decision like that with out first knowing and doing all the things that a sissy boy does. What if you find out you really like being a sissy boy?" I asked him standing before him my cock sticking out nearly rubbing his chin as I held his shoulders sportively. "No, I don't wanna be a sissy boy any more! I know I don't" He said obstinately. "Alright Mars, but you are going to have to do a lot of stuff you don't want to at first but it is the only way I can help a sissy boy like you and you will have to take responsibility for your actions like when you make a real man's cock hard. Do you think you can do that?" Marshall's expression was filled with uncertainty as he nodded. "Here prove to me you are a sorry little sissy boy and kiss the head of my real man cock." Marshall pursed his lips and leaned in getting his adorable little lips all slimy with my pre. I placed my hand on the back of his head and held him on my cock. "Now open your mouth and take it in like a Popsicle. You have to be real careful not to let your teeth scrape my cock." I kept up pressure on the back of his head letting inch after inch of my cock slide into his hot little mouth. He gagged and brought his hands up to my thighs fighting me once I had about three inches inserted in his mouth. "That's a good sissy boy yeah Mars. You have to help me get my cock to go down by drinking my cum. It will help you become a real man like me. When you drink enough of it you will be able to make your own cum." Mars was careful and the head he gave was lack luster but having my cock in his wet mouth was hotter than words can express. I shoved a little harder with my hips forcing another inch into his throat his gagging becoming a little more violent. "You have to relax Mars let it slide down your throat it is easier to make a real man cum that way. Just relax and breath through your nose champ. I am so proud of you. You are doing really well." I pulled nearly all the way out giving him a chance to regain his composer and let his panic recede. He seemed to be energized by my praise and redoubled his efforts actually forcing my thick mushroom head down his little throat. I loved the sight of his neck bulging with my cock sliding down it. He managed to get about half of my cock in his mouth. A real trooper. I cold tell already that his therapy was going to go very well. I held on to his hair a little rough letting him know how good he was getting and how proud he was making me and how he was getting me closer and closer to climax. A few deep thrust later and I popped, shooting a torrent down his throat. I pulled out quickly cumming all over his face so he could see the cum. I used my cock to push my come back into his mouth. "Always clean a real mans cock after you make him cum. That shows you are truly sorry for making his cock so hard." Mars followed directions obediently he didn't seem to have any real problem with the activity it was obvious he was trusting fully in my guidance. With my cock deflating to about half mast I moved on to the next part of his training. I showed him how two thoroughly clean his body and then introduced him to the enema nozzle attachment in the shower. He was very hesitant but trusted me to show him how to clean his insides. After two rinsings he was clean. I helped him get dry, brush his teeth and then had him stand nude with his hands behind his head. "You don't have any hair on your body, this is another sign that you're a sissy boy. So, I know you are clean since I showed you how to get clean but I am going to do a full inspection anyway so you can get used to it. I have to use my tongue that way I can taste any areas you may have missed . If you do miss anything then you will be punished. While I inspect you, you need to stay standing just like you are know even if it tickles." I knelt down and ran my tongue around his ear, his body shuddered as I traced my way across his jaw and licked his lips. I forced my tongue in his mouth for a few moments before disengaging and licking my way into his armpit. He giggled and shifted as I held his arm in place. I licked down to his crotch and sucked in his perfect little cocklet and balls eliciting a loud groan of pleasure before turning him around and having him place his hands on the wall I moved down pulling his butt cheeks apart and licking up and down his crack. He shuddered and moaned like a girl every time I swiped his virgin bud. I kept this up for a little while before pressing at his tight pucker and forcing my tongue in. He squealed and his body writhed against my grip on his ass as I probed his insides deeply with my tongue. I am not sure how long I tongue fucked his fresh tasting hole but I soon felt his sphincter spasming on my tongue as he reached his second orgasm of the night. Mars collapsed on the floor I let him recuperate getting him a glass of water and sitting with him between my legs my soft cock right in front of his face. I stroked his back lovingly letting him know what a good job he did and how I could tell he was really sorry about what he had done to my cock. I scooped him up and took him back to his room. I tucked him in bed and once he passed out I removed all of his clothing from his luggage and locked them away in my bedroom. The chest of drawers in his room was stocked with a fair share of panties and a pair white speedos for swimming in the lake. In the morning Mars wandered into the kitchen with his new speedos on looking a little self conscious. I was wearing noting under my gauze robe. He stopped suddenly seeing my nakedness under my robe. "Morning, honey how are you feeling today?" I asked in a friendly tone placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. "I can't find any of my clothes Rick. Do you know where they are?" He asked either not catching or caring about the "honey" remark. He took a seat at the table and started to eat the pancakes. "Oh, yes I packed them away, those are going to have to be something you work towards. They represent the clothing of a boy ready to become a real man. Your speedos are for outside only. It is fine for you to ware them for now cause you didn't know, but in the future if you don't follow my rules, I will have to punish you. When you are in the house you can be naked or you can wear any of the panties in the drawers in your room." I said in a very even tone that invited no room for argument. I could see as Mars hesitated to take another bite of his food contemplating arguing about the panties. I watched as his shoulders feel slightly in defeat as he continued eating his food. After he finished eating I took him into my "work room" a small dungeon I use for training boys like Mars to be the little sluts they were born to be. I had him remove his speedos and get on his hands and knees on the raised table I had in the center of the room. He didn't argue but I could see all of the desire to protest in his body language. "When I ask you to do something Mars, I don't want to see you hesitate." I spoke sternly as I removed some items from a cabinet not even stopping to make eye contact. When I turned around he was completely naked and waiting kneeling in the dogie style position. "I am a little concerned about your inspection yesterday Mars, only true sissy boys get that good feeling you did when their rear ends are played with. I am going to need to see if that was just a fluke or if you just really like things up your bottom. So, I am going to need your help here as well. I don't want to have to do all the work, you need to show me you want to get better. I moved around the table fastening his legs right below his knees, his wrists and ankles on to the table. I explained that I didn't want him slipping off. I brought a rack with a place to rest his head and to prevent him from leaning forward. Telling him it was only for his head to rest on, of course. I brought out an small prostate massager and a small syringe filled with a special lubricant I developed to enhance anal sensitivity. I inserted the spout into Marshall's tight boy hole and squirted the contents into him. He protested with only a small yelp of surprise at the intrusion but otherwise stayed quiet. I let the lube do its work while I asked him a few questions about his best friend Derek, had he ever seen Derek Naked? Which he had once at the pool. I asked him if Derek was circumcised or not, and explained what that meant. Derek was not. I asked him if he thought about other boys cocks a lot? He replied that he didn't think so. I grabbed onto his little hard cocklet and asked that if that was the case why was he so hard talking about it? He said he didn't know why. I explained that it was alright and that he didn't need to lie to me. His body obviously liked it when he thought about Derek's cock. The drugs in his ass were taking full effect and at this point he couldn't go soft if he wanted to. I turned on the monitor on the wall toward where Mars was facing and brought up a movie with a young blond boy being fucked by a hot emo teen twink with long black hair and a neon green highlight. I explained that boys who were going to grow into real men would not be able to stay hard watching this kind of thing, so I wanted him to try and get his cocklet to go down. I lubed up the prostate massager and started to rub it against his tight hole. Mars was hypnotized by the screen. I could see his intense concentration as he tried to ignore the probe and will his little cocklet to go down. "Mars, I need you to push back on this tool so it will go inside you. Hopefully what happened last night won't happen again." I spoke as he looked back. I gave him a concerned nod. "I don't think I can. Rick I think it is too big." He said not really even trying to push it into his hole. "Mars, it is very small, you need to be able to do this. Just relax and push back against the tool." I said rubbing his back gently causing goosebumps to from at the small of his back and over his butt cheeks. Mars pushed back and I kept the pressure steady but kept it from breaching his hole. "Come on try bouncing back and forth a little it might loosen you up a bit." Mars sighed in frustration a bit but started to rock back and forth harder then was really wise. I took the opportunity to push the toy all the way inside of him. He grunted just as the young blond haired boy on the screen started to scream out in pleasure as the older teen picked him up and bounced the little fella on his cock. He tried to lean away from the toy but the head rest stopped him. "Take it out, take it out!" He pleaded as I kept it embedded in his guts. "Just relax Mars the worst is over." Mars watched the screen as I rocked the toy against his prostate. He started to moan out like a little whore as the sensation overwhelmed him. I slowed up and let Mars take over the pace of the assault. He began to push back arching his back and wailing like the little boy in the video. I kept my hand steady as he increased his rocking and started to scream and shudder as his orgasm took hold. His little cocklet still rock hard thanks to my special lube. He lay there with a glazed look over his beautiful little face. I removed the toy and inserted my finger rubbing inside looking for his boy button. As I found it I began to pound on it. Again he groaned as my finger stretched him more than the toy, but he didn't complain. I moved to the side as I continued working his ass so he could see my now raging erection. I saw his eyes widen as he realized what had happened. "I'm so sorry Rick, I didn't mean to do that to you again!" I could hear the sincerity and panic in his little voice. "Yeah, well if you are gonna moan and scream like a little sissy bitch boy this is what is going to happen. I guess, I will show you another way you can show how sorry you are and take care of this." I pulled the step out of the bottom of the table and took my place be hind him my cock aligned with his tender boy hole. "Now just like the boy in the movie I need you to take care of this for me. You are a sissy boy. There is now no denying it. If you want to be a real man, you are going to need cum. You need as much as you can get. You can swallow it like you did last night which is a great way to get it. Also you can take it in your butt. It will absorb faster that way and will speed up your transformation into a real man." I lined up my cock with Marshall's pink opening and pressed just enough to keep it in place. "Now show me you want my help Mars. Now, just like the boy in the video push back and take my cock into you." His face was awash with confusion at his bodies betrayal. His cocklet still hard and throbbing his insides already starting to itch with a need to be filled again. He wanted to go home and forget about all of this but he knew the only way his mommy would want him back was if he was a gonna be a real man and not a sissy boy. He silently cursed himself for moaning like that and causing Rick to get hard again. "I think I would rather suck on it again Rick. I don't think it will fit." Mars pleaded, careful not to relax his body or push back against the cock at his hole. "Mars, buddy. This is the best way for you to get the cum you need to help you. I know it is scary but look at the boy on the screen he is doing just fine. Here let me show you." I fast forwarded the tape to a scene where a muscular tattooed daddy type wearing only a jockstrap enters the room. The man had sun glasses obscuring his identity and dark short cut hair covered in a beanie. You could see some family resembleance with the Emo boy and the man in their facial features even though their bodies were very differently developed. The teen boy smiles up at the man letting him know he has readied their play toy and calling the man daddy. He pulls out of the boy's ragged hole and moves to the boy's mouth as the daddy walks over behind the little guy and lowers his jockstrap revealing his massive 10 inch monster. He pushes his hard cock slowly into the boy. The teen starts to ride the boys face keeping the boy from crying out as he is violated by the muscled daddy's monster. You can see the discomfort on the boy's blue eyes but like a trooper he continues to suck off the dark haired teen. The hung daddy continues to feed the young boys ass with inch after inch of his meaty 10 inches. Using only the emo boys cum as lube his fat tube sinks into the little angel. The camera zooms in on the penetration shot as the huge cock not yet fully inserted pulls out completely. The little blond's ass hole stretched wide messy and leaking the emo boys cum. The monster cock plunges back into the gaping hole sending the frothing cum back into the depths of the small boy. The cock slides in quickly this time not stopping until the daddy's trimmed pubes are smashed against the boy's butt cheeks. The boy let out a gurgling howl around the emo boys cock causing it to pop out of his mouth with a good deal of spit and pre slime. The young boy begins to jolt forward as the daddy starts to fuck him hard. "Fuck my boy pussy Daaaaaaaddddddy!" The boy screams out as he was violently pistoned on the huge member. "See, Mars. If he can do it, you can too. Now just relax and push back." I could feel Marshall's body quiver as I placed both hands on his rear pulling his cheeks apart so I could watch as he pushed my cock head into his tiny hole. He rocked back a little to far and shot forward into the brace. I expected the reaction and let my body follow his so my cock stayed inserted. Mars squealed out in pain as his hole burned from the sudden stretching. His breathing erratic as he pleaded with me to take my cock out over and over. "Mars you are going to have to finish what you started! You asked for my help and I am not going to give up on you. Not now! I know you can do this. Just relax buddy and then push back further when you are ready." Tears were streaked down Marshall's flushed cheeks as he sniffled and tried to catch his breath. "Rick, I can't... I can't do it, your too big. It hurts too much." As Mars spoke the little blond boy on the screen started to cry out as the emo boy slid his cock back into his tiny hole alongside the Daddy's monster cock. The little boy was in obvious discomfort and tears were cascading down his angelic face as he cried out for them to continue. Mars looked to the screen his eyes wide with disbelief, he never imagined such a thing. "See Mars, it doesn't matter if you are small. You can do this!" His attention snapped back to the present as I tensed my cock in his ass. He shivered, his coltish legs shuddering from the strain. His golden body glistening with prepubescent sweat. Realizing he has no where to escape to he swallowed his reservations and fears and slowly started to push more of my cock into him. About three inches in the pressure felt too great and he tried to pull forward again, and again I traveled with him my cock still embedded. If Mars ever caught on to the little trick of the brace he never let on. After a short while of la bored grunting he began to push back again, this time I helped him. I pushed in the rest of the way loosing patients with his speed. His face flush with strain he nearly passed out leaning his head on the surface of the brace. 'Good job Mars, I knew you could do it. You like this big cock up inside of you don't you?" "No... it... hurts... please..." Marshall's voice was tiny and ragged as I cut him off. "Marshall that is a good hurt! That hurt is how you get rid of the sissy boy inside of you. When a real man is inside of you, you need to let him finish. You need to help him. You need to tell him you love it and want it inside you so you can get his cum. If a real man thinks you don't like it he won't be able to give you his cum. Like the boy on the screen. Those men are trying to help him too. He calls that man daddy out of respect. That little sissy boy wants to show him that he will do what ever it takes to not be a sissy boy any more. That is what you need to do Mars, you need to let me know you respect me by calling any man inside you daddy. You need to beg men to fuck your mouth and your boy pussy to hurt that sissy boy inside you so bad that you can grow into a real man. Don't you want that Mars? Don't you need to be a real man so you can go back to your friends?" "Yeeeeeeesss!" Marshall started to cry as I tensed my cock again snapping him back to the situation at hand. "Then what do you need from me Mars, you little sissy bitch boy? Tell me what you need, show me you respect me!" "I... I need ... you... I need you to hurt my boy pussy daddy!" Mars spoke on the verge of tears but those were soon forgotten as I pulled back and began to long dick the boy steeling all his wind. "Oh Mars, Yes! I am so proud of you honey! You are my sexy sissy boy. I will give you all the cum you need!" I could see my words affecting the boy as he began to try an bear his deflowering. My cock made obscene squelching noises as it plunged in and out of Marshall's stretched out hole. His screams were ones of discomfort but he still tried his best to fight against the pain. He was hoping this pain was the sissy boy in him dyeing once and for all. Marshall's hoped that he was a lucky and this was all he needed to stop being such a sissy boy. The pain from Rick's assault was nearly unbearable. He had never been spanked before but he imagined this was what that hurt like. He grunted as his body strained to take Rick's huge monster. He was so grateful that Rick an obviously straight man would do this to help him. Mars was exhausted the strain on his little body quickly overcoming his ability to control himself any longer. I pulled out, getting a small stool. I placed it under Marshall's chest to keep him in the same position. As I reinserted fully hearing the boy moan out uncontrollably I could feel his sphincter loose its ability to try to squeeze my cock out. I went at Marshall's hole for a nearly an hour before I finally came deep inside of him. The boys moans were horse and steady a I forced the wind out of him over and over. I brought my softening cock back to his dazed faced and reminded him to clean it. He looked a the slimy glistening cock with some trepidation but his will to fight was gone or he was just to worn out to argue and he opened his mouth to comply. Mars sucked and slurped my cock clean with his exhaustion curbing his enthusiasm. Once my cock was soft again I wandered over to the cabinet and removed a small butt plug it was small but round like a trailer hitch. I pressed it firmly against his tiny worn pucker and popped it inside. He squealed out abruptly but I explained this would help him absorbed all the cum and he had to get used to having it in. I carried Mars back upstairs and into his bedroom and laid him down so he could recover. To be continued...