DR SHINE 2 by SubMicroBetaCock

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Writer: SubMicroBetaCock
 
Subject: Dr Shine 2
 
Link: LS666 Emails / 13.04.2025
 
Author’s Note: Dear XP, It may not meet the usual writing standards for LS666.

Dr Shine 2

The most amazing thing about Dr Shine grooming me was that it enabled me to understand that my submissiveness, and the fact that increasingly I realised my cock would always be tiny were not a barrier to sexual satisfaction. It was only in adulthood that I fully appreciated the gift he had given me. Undoubtedly, I would’ve ended up as an Incel, too scared to experiment with all the glories of gay sex and too nervous to be humiliated by a girl I fancied.
 
I read the transcripts of his subsequent court case where several, now adults, brought him to court for the same kind of grooming as he gifted to me. I don’t want to be critical of them, but I do wonder why they also repeatedly went back to his rooms to pleasure him.
 
Within months, due to his gentle prodding and questioning, he had wired my brain to lust after cock, to want to pleasure it every time I could. Sometimes I wonder if I was just born to be the cock whore that I am or whether he just came into my life at exactly the right time just as puberty was taking hold of me. To be honest, I don’t care what I do know is that he gave me the most wonderful sexual experience experiences of my life.
 
After my first visit, he developed a certain pattern with me. He would sit me down on the chair facing him and then sit on the edge of his desk a few feet from my chair. He asked me to describe my masturbation, I remember his joy when I told him that I had ejaculated and of course reassured him, as he had prompted me, that I had licked my spunk off my hand.
 
“Good boy, good boy never a waste a drop of spunk.”
 
He would ask me about my ass play, whether I had tasted my sweet ass from my fingers.
 
A wonderful kink he introduced me to was piss play. Because my accident had left me with bladder problems I sometimes wet myself to my great embarrassment. He knew this from my treatment, and encouraged me not to be embarrassed but to take pleasure from it.
 
Early on he encouraged me after masturbating to drink a lot of water and just to lie in bed and piss all over myself. When I said it would be embarrassing because of my mother he told me not to worry at all, that she would understand.
 
The first time I did it it gave me a thrill as I lifted my hips in the air and my tiny cock pissed all over my body and even some in my mouth. He told me to sleep in my piss overnight and to remember how sexy I smelt the next day. To this day wherever possible I include piss play, especially drinking my piss, in my sexual adventures.
 
Initially standing with his groin close to my face as I described my masturbation to him, he would stroke his cock through his trousers so that I could see how long and thick it was getting.
 
“Take my cock in your mouth, I have a special treat for you,” he would say.
 
I would unzip him and lean forward taking the bulbous head of his cock in my mouth. I truly never remember feeling anxious about being a cocksucker. Maybe it was in my nature all along. Over time this little Interlude would involve me pulling his trousers down (he never wore underwear) and him leaning back on his desk, tutoring me on how to suck his balls and his cock.
 
He also taught me the glory of worshipping a man’s asshole. He would pull his ass cheeks apart, gaping his anus so I could slide my tongue inside. Again, I never remember being anything but turned on by the taste of ass.
 
I recollect that those first months were dedicated to me becoming the best cocksucker he had ever encountered. Every session would involve his cock in my mouth and me swallowing his spunk. Later on before I left, he would have me kneel in front of him so that he could piss in my mouth not caring if some got on my clothes or hair.
 
“Don’t worry, your mother won’t mind,” was all he would say.
 
Looking back now, years later, I see how he enjoyed being somewhat cruel to my mother. It can’t have been much fun for her to clean up a piss-soaked bed, smelling the stale urine on my clothes after I visited with him.
 
In particular, I remember one time he was lying on his desk as I rimmed his ass and chewed on his big balls and cock. He picked up the phone telling me to continue and dialled.
 
“Is that you, Mrs O’Brien?” he asked and I lifted my head from his cock looking at him.
 
He told me to continue whispering, “I want your tongue in my ass,” before returning to talk to my mother.
 
He made no pretence of hiding the pleasure I was giving him, repeatedly groaning and gasping as I switched from arsehole to cock and back to his balls.
 
“Mrs O’Brien, I just wanted to compliment you on your wonderful obedient little boy.”
 
I was enjoying the taboo nature of what was happening, the doctor calling the mother of a ten-year-old boy whilst that boy had his cock deep in his throat.
 
“He has told me about his trouble peeing the bed, I hope you don’t mind but I think he may grow out of it as long as we don’t make a big deal of it. I have told him he should just let go of his bladder, whenever he feels like it in bed, or even when he’s sitting watching television, I’m sure you won’t mind cleaning up his bedclothes, and his trousers even when they are soaked with his urine.”
 
He started to wank his cock in my mouth, I sure sign that he was about to spunk.
 
“Oh, by the way, Mrs O’Brien, I think the underwear you were buying little Peter is somewhat uncomfortable. Do you mind him wearing some little girl’s panties for a while? I think they will be much more comfortable as his cock and balls grow during puberty. I’m sure you won’t mind?”
 
I only ever wore girls’ panties after that, something I still enjoy to this day.
 
Still holding the receiver to his mouth he groaned in ecstasy as his spunk splashed inside my mouth and down my throat. I too could not withhold my groans of thankfulness.
 
Years later I reflected on how clever he had been to include my mother in my grooming, she would diligently wash my panties and my piss-stained clothing and bedding, turning a blind eye to my gay porn collection and sex toys in my bottom drawer. Occasionally for fun, he would end our appointment by spunking on my face and in my hair before sending me out to my mother who would be waiting at the bus stop to bring me home.
 
I know it seems strange now, but the class differences in 1970’s Ireland dictated that my mother, a single mother, who cleaned the houses for the professional classes in town was never going to go to the authorities concerning the relationship between myself and Dr Shine.
 
He takes my virginity …
 
We had always talked about the first time that he would take my anal virginity. We would leaf through his collection of porn mags seeing young boys getting fucked by older men. I would wank his cock into my mouth as we both looked at these photographs and talked about when I would be ready to take his cock. In the end, I begged him to do it (I told you he was a brilliant groomer).
 
The first time I have been sucking his cock as he sat on the edge of his desk, and in between switching between cock and balls I had begged him.
 
“Please, please, I want your cock, and spunk inside me, please, don’t tease me anymore.”
 
Today was going to be the day. He pulled my T-shirt off and I kicked my trousers to the ground. I could see my little body reflected in a mirror and as he pushed my head down, I could see his large cock glistening with my spit, probing for my anus. By now I was very well used to his fingers, my fingers and toys being in my ass so when he pushed the head of his cock past my sphincter it felt natural and wonderful.
 
He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as he bit my neck leaving a beautiful purple hickie … marking his bitch.
 
“Are you ready to take all of my cock inside, I’m not going to be gentle.”
 
I could only nod as he pushed my head down and drove his cock inside me. I suppose it may have hurt for those first few minutes, but all I could remember afterwards were the waves of sexual excitement sweeping through me hearing his balls slap against mine, his wonderful degrading and uplifting language.
 
“How does your cunt feel cock-boy?” … “I’m going to breed you with my spunk!” … “Your cunt is so tight!”
 
He ended by vigorously fucking my anus, sweat dripping from both of us my little cock rubbing against his desk before I spunked on it and then as he grabbed my hips, forcing his cock deep inside me I felt his hot hot spunk shoot into my guts.
 
I think I may have fainted that first time because when I woke, I was lying on the desk. I could still feel Dr shine rimming my boy Cunt, as I called it, every day after that.
 
I loved the sensations. Then he came face-to-face with me. He told me to open my mouth as he dripped his spunk into my mouth. What followed were several minutes of delicious snowballing of his spunk. He had made a wonderful sub-beta of me.
 
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO