Crucified Part Five By Randall Austin
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Spencer took Darrin to another part of the compound, and introduced him to a lead counselor he would be working with, Adam Cann, who would be conducting Darrin's orientation to the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center's treatment program.
Once Spencer left, Adam invited the jumpsuited, baby-powder smelling, Darrin to have a seat in front of his desk. Adam appeared to be a normal, sensible, guy to Darrin, and his calm and sober demeanor comforted Darrin.
Adam began, "We're so happy to have you here, Darrin. You have a lot to be proud of; you have a sterling scholastic record, have won awards in both science and art projects, and have a loving family who supports you in every way. What a fine young man you will be once you conquer your addiction!"
"Sir, I do not have an addiction. I have been indentured under false pretenses."
Adam gave a surprised look, "Now hold on there, young man. Are you saying your father doesn't know what he's talking about?"
"No, Mr. Cann, I am not saying that. I just think there was some misleading information given to him about my use of alcohol."
Adam nodded in calming agreement, "Then you have nothing to worry about, Darrin. Our expert counselors will be able to assess whether or not you have a problem in just a couple of days, and if they say you, in fact, do not have an addiction to alcohol, you will be out of here on the spot! So you have nothing to worry about, at all!"
Darrin pressed on, "But sir, I think I have been sent here to have my sexual orientation changed, and that is nuts!"
Adam look annoyed, "Okay Darrin. That's not why you are here as far as I am concerned. Our counselors will easily be able to determine whether or not you have a drinking problem. So you have nothing to worry about on that account. That sexual orientation' situation is not the reason you were indentured, and if you do not, as you say, have an alcohol abuse problem, then we simply cannot keep you here. If it is determined that you are not addicted to alcohol, then you will be released and that sexual orientation' issue will not be a problem for you, as you suggest that it is."
"My task right now is to simply give you some of the basic rules and regulations that need to be adhered to while you are a patient here at Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center."
Darrin shut up and simply closed his teeth tightly together, once again defeated.
Adam began, "The rules and regulations here are very simple, and can be boiled down to one thing; trust and obey. Trust and obey your overseers, trainers, and counselors in everything they say, and you will fly through your treatment and rehabilitation with flying colors. Disobey, and there will be real and painful consequences."
"There is to be no talking except when given permission or responding to one of your supervisor's questions. All daily schedules and chores must be met and accomplished on time. Everything, from showers, bedtime, waking time, class time, therapy time, exercise, to daily chores, are strictly scheduled. Miss a scheduled appointment; pay the consequences!"
"You are to eat everything that is on your feeding tray at each meal. You are to be respectful at all times to everyone, to both staff and your fellow cagemates."
"Masturbation and any sort of sexual stimulation is strictly forbidden, and any such activity will be met with summary physical discipline!"
Darrin soon lost his initial appraisal of Mr. Cann as a normal, sensible, calm, and sober guy, and had almost blocked out what he was saying until he heard him say something about photos.
"Tomorrow I will be taking full body nude photos of you for the records. We need a complete photographic record of you for legal reasons."
"This will include in depth, full-body close-up shots, which will include anal and penile photo-probes. Since you are a homosexual we need to have these procedures performed to protect ourselves, so that no false claims can be made once you are released from our treatment program."
"A clinician and a medic will be attendance. The clinician will secure you on the exam table, position your feet in the stirrups, and then fit you with an anal retractor and attach a urethra mitt to the head of your penis for your anal and penile endoscope probes."
"Both the retractor and urethra mitt will cause some discomfort, but the photos we obtain from the endoscopy are for both your protection and ours. From the exam photos we will be able to ascertain just how rigorously you have been playing around; or to put it terms you are more familiar with, it will let us know if you've been whoring it up as bitch pussy boy or a homo topper boy."
The photos we obtain will show just how much wear and tear you have subjected your body to. Some of the people who have gone through our treatment program have tried to say that we were responsible for disfiguring them. These photos will protect us from such false charges."
"The fact is that both Camden and Spencer are well trained, state certified, servitor handlers, knowledgeable in the use of all the standard implements of servitor control, and skilled in the administration of all state sanctioned disciplinary measures and punishment procedures."
"Camden is not fully certified, and can only do certain procedures under the supervision of a fully certified handler, such as his brother, Spencer. I have seen both of them use the whip and the strap, on the boys, and I can assure that both of them know how to wield instruments of discipline and control without causing disfigurement. Most of the guys who have filed complaints against us had marks on their body before they came to us."
Darrin asked, "What do you mean whips and straps? You make it sound like their use is a common thing."
Adam nodded, "It is! It's got to be. Changing a life threatening addiction isn't accomplished with offers of ice cream and lollipops!"
Darrin wondered, "You think you can change one's sexual orientation by whipping them?"
Adam was secure in his response, "I don't `think'. I know. Our methods work. Just trust whatever we tell you, and everything will go easy on you. Remember, we love you, and that is what will guide our treatment of you!"
Darrin, incredulous and ignoring the remark about how much they loved him, asked, "You give Camden that kind of authority over people? You let him physically punish people? He's just a kid!"
"Well of course we do, why are you surprised?"
"Well, frankly, he's not too..." Darrin made a show of searching for the right word... "smart. I mean... I wouldn't trust him to look after the family dog."
Adam sat up straight and tugged on his tie, "Ah, that's where you show yourself to be quite lost in your sexual delusions. Here at Rosewood Heights we look for qualities that are beyond what the layperson sees. You see, Camden is truly on fire for what he believes in, and that is all that he really cares for and looks for as a young student of psychiatry; scientifically proven effective methods of healing the mentally impaired and wounded."
Darrin now sensed that it would do no good to bring up his concerns with Adam, but he had no one else to turn to: "Sir, are you aware that Spencer was arrested for gay bashing? Do you think that maybe there could be something wrong with the position he is now in? That just maybe he is not the person who should be working with gays and heading this program?"
Adam tried to impart a new perspective to Darrin's concern, "Darrin, I am a psychologist. One thing I know from having worked with prison populations all of my professional life is that punishment, prison time, and reparation, have life changing consequences. That is why you so often see prisoners who have served prison time for crimes of domestic violence against their wives, for examples, eventually volunteering their time at women's shelters once they are freed; or why the convicted drunk driver, once freed, campaigns for tougher laws against such behavior. The list is endless!"
Darrin was not convinced, and as he thought for a reply to Mr. Cann's answer, Camden came to collect him. Adam then shocked Darrin by revealing something to Camden that he believed he had spoken in private, "Darrin here told me that he thinks you are not too bright. I told him he had nothing to be concerned about, that you were a dedicated student of psychiatry, but he just said that he wouldn't trust you with their family dog."
Camden appeared to not be offended, blinked his eyes, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Cann for sharing that. I shall try to do and be the best that I can. I know I am still young and have a lot to learn."
Adam stood up and threw a hand on Camden's shoulder and rubbed it affectionately, "No need to apologize or be concerned Camden, the comment came from a committed homosexual, after all!"
As Camden led Darrin down the deserted corridors in silence, Darrin was frightened. When Camden stopped in front of a large door with the words "Do Not Enter" on it in big letters, Darrin trembled. Camden opened the door and guided Darrin in.
It was the dining room. From a door at the other end of the room the other boys in the conversion program were entering in single file. Camden instructed Darrin on the procedures which were to be followed in the dining area. Darrin listened intently and thanked Camden for the instructions, relieved at no longer having to be alone with Camden.
Darrin was given his tray of food and shown where to sit. All of the boys ate in stone silence as one of the white jumpsuited boys, Tyler Tangent, stood at a lectern located at the front of the room, and read from his punishment book, "The highlight of my week was getting my mouth washed out with soap, followed by a long spanking, for talking disrespectfully to my personal counselor, Mr. Nate Tigers. Mr. Tigers, I want to thank you for my punishment, for it really helped me to come to terms with my recent shortcomings."
"I also want to thank Mr. Spencer Collins for the face slapping he gave me on Tuesday for failing to greet him properly when I passed him in the hallway. Mr. Collins, sir, from your face slapping I came to see how remiss I was in failing to pay proper attention to procedures and schedules. I henceforth shall make every effort to be on my best behavior at all times."
Once Tyler finished with his apology, Brace Charles went to the podium, "The highlight of my week was when I was fitted with scrotal weights by Mr. Camden Collins for having dust collect on the shelves in my cage. The three hours I was forced to wear the weights really taught me the importance of helping to keep my personal cage space as clean as possible. Mr. Collins, I want to thank you again for your help in guiding me towards perfect obedience!"
As more boys went up and made their apologies and confessions, Camden and Spencer walked about the tables, each with stern looks, and making sure that the boys ate everything on their feeding trays, and that order was maintained.
There were three other boys seated at Darrin's table, and Darrin tried to search their faces for some understanding of what they were feeling. But since no talking was ever allowed, Darrin didn't find out much. Camden had told him that if he were ever caught talking at the dinner table, he would be muzzled. The boys who were muzzled sat and ate at a separate table, along with the boys who were suited in other punishment accouterment, such as dunce caps and ear weights. The muzzled boys had their muzzles removed at feeding, but none of the other boys had their punishment devices removed.
Darrin noticed that Camden especially seemed to relish walking about the dining room, making sure that everything was eaten, that the boys maintained good posture, and intimidating the boys in any way that he could.
Once the meal was over, Camden showed Darrin the procedure for washing his dishes. Once Camden had completed showing Darrin the after-meal procedures, he instructed Darrin to follow him.
Every new encounter and event at Rosewood Heights seemed to bring forth more concerns for Darrin, many of them quite troubling. As he followed Camden down the corridors they passed a room where one of the boys was over Spencer's lap, with the rear flap of his jumpsuit open and exposing his buttocks, and Spencer was beating him fiercely with a short paddle. The boy yelped and jiggled with each swat. Camden explained that the boy had dropped his dinner tray and broken several dishes, "That's what happens if you're careless around here!"
Camden led Darrin down one last corridor and stopped at the end of it, in front of a room with a steel door. Camden opened it, and ordered Darrin to enter. It appeared to be some kind of exercise room. Camden spoke, "This is a training room. This is the room where Spencer and I will be working on you."
Camden went to a table and picked up a prison strap, and pulled and twisted it menacingly as he continued, "This is the room where it's gonna happen; where Spencer and I will break down that willfulness that led you into perversion. This is the room where Spencer and I are gonna do our stuff to you; work our magic on you, and turn you into a straight boy like us. This is the room that is going to hear your pleas and screams."
Camden set the strap down, and started to unbutton his shirt. Camden removed his shirt, revealing a very well defined body for a 19-year old. Darrin did not know what to think. He knew that in the movies when someone removed their shirt while wielding a whip or a strap, it meant they intended to give a very severe beating by exerting a lot of energy.
Camden folded his arms, revealing the bulge of his biceps, and asked, "So you think I'm not too smart?"
Darrin swallowed. Sweat formed on his brow. Camden asked again, "So you think I'm not too bright. Is that right, did you say that homo boy?"
Darrin did not answer, "I asked you a question, faggot! Did you tell Mr. Cann that I wasn't too smart, that you wouldn't trust your dog with me?"
"No. Not that way."
"You address me as `sir', faggot!"
"Yes sir!"
Camden ordered, "Now take off that jumpsuit!"
The 19-year old counselor student had Darrin terrified. Darrin sensed that what was going on could not be right. Camden couldn't actually have the authority to do what it appeared he was going to do; beat him for personal revenge. Darrin asked calmly, "Please, Camden, let me talk to your brother."
Camden had no problem with Darrin's request and coolly took his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialed his brother, "Hey Spence, come over to `training'. Darrin is asking to talk with you."
Camden returned his cell to his pocket, took off his shoes, and unzipped his trousers. He removed his slacks and folded them. He stood in front of Darrin in his briefs, smiling at him the whole time, and waited for the arrival of his older brother.
Spencer soon arrived. He had obviously freshened himself up after the paddling he had just delivered to the boy who had dropped his tray, as his hair had been freshly wetted and recombed. He immediately asked Darrin, "Why do you want to talk to me?"
"I'm afraid."
"Why are you afraid?"
"Camden is holding that strap. He is threatening to beat me."
Spencer smiled, "Oh no. He's not threatening. He really is going to beat you. I heard what you said about him to Mr. Cann."
"You cannot let him do this!"
"Why not?"
"He's just a kid. He is only nineteen years old. It isn't right. It's..."
Spencer cut Darrin off, "Camden is a sophomore in college majoring in psychology. The very fact that at his young age he chose to devote himself to such a serious subject means that he is much more mature than most kids his age. Whereas, in your own little homo world, you probably value guys who study art, music, and fashion design."
"You just can't let him harm people on a whim. I am not standing for any kind of abuse, I warn you!"
"You brought this on yourself. You told Mr. Cann that you felt that he wasn't `too bright' or something like that. We cannot have you speaking ill of those who are trying to help you. What we are doing here is trying to establish a line of authority. Remember, you are the one who needs help. You are the one who has lost perspective on what is right and wrong. Your dad asked us to train you so that you could understand what is and what is not acceptable behavior. It is never acceptable to bad mouth any of your counselors or any of the other patients here at Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center."
"Yes, some of our rules are arbitrary, but they are in place to provide a framework for obedience training. And this is going to be an obedience training session. So what you need to do now is go ahead and take off your jumpsuit, so Camden can go ahead and do what he has to do!"
Spencer started to unbutton his shirt as well, and then spoke as he continued to undress, "But since you wanted me to be here, I will stay here during your punishment."
Darrin's fear at his predicament almost disappeared as he watched, confused, the handsome brothers undressing. Camden peeled off his briefs, to reveal a plump, semi-erect, teen cock, with a spearheaded, missile-like, dick tip, from which Darrin had a hard time removing his gaze.
And stripping next to Camden was the man of Darrin's dreams, Spencer Collins. Once Spencer pulled off his shorts, Darrin saw that his cock was fat like his younger brother's, but it was not erect, and had a similar spearheaded, missile-like, dick tip. Darrin could not comprehend what was going on.
Spencer broke Darrin's train of thought by ordering, "You better get that jumpsuit off now, or we're going to have to double your punishment!"
Darrin obeyed because his mind was in a frenzy. Two of the hottest guys of his dreams were naked before him. He did not know what was going on, but in his dazed state he did as ordered.
Once his jumpsuit was off, and before Darrin could process the overwhelming presence or two nude hot counselors standing in front of him, naked Camden went up to Darrin and undid the tapes of his diaper, and removed it.
With Darrin standing naked, except for his body truss, Camden assessed him, while pointing out his assets with a finger, "He's got a nice set of gams and melons on him, just like a lady. And take another look at this set of tit rings and that big dick-head ring he's sporting; I bet he's a real popular guy with the homo crowd! They just love shit like this!"
Camden started toying with Darrin's nipple rings, and Spencer followed suit by taking hold of Darrin's cock by its Prince Albert piercing.
Spencer commented, "The only reason someone would put rings through their knob and tits is to lure young boys."
Both brothers smiled as the manipulated Darrin's rings, and soon their smiles turned into rather malicious sneers. Spencer gave a quick couple of meaningful nods to Camden who left and went to the implements station.
Camden returned with a pliers and lighter, and handed the pliers to Spencer, who grasped Darrin's Prince Albert ring with the pliers and turned the ring up so Camden could hold the lighter to the edge of the ring furthest away from Darrin's dick tip.
Darrin started to scream when he realized what was going on. Spencer only responded with a smile, "Now let us know if you think these homo rings are so cool!"
When Darrin began to feel the ring heating up he pleaded, "Oh no, please sir, Mr. Collins. Please. No!"
Spencer asked, "Do you regret getting ringed up like a pig at a county fair, homo boy?"
Darrin was frantic, "Oh gawd, you can't do this! Stop it, please! PLEASE!"
Spencer wanted a response, "Are you sorry you ever decided to `homo' up your body like a ringed whore cunt?"
"Yes, sir. I regret it! Please stop!"
Spencer gave a nod to Camden, who withdrew the flame from Darrin's Prince Albert, and left to fetch a glass of cold water.
Camden quickly returned, grasped Darrin's homo-rod, and plunged it into the glass of cold water.
Spencer watched, "Tomorrow I'm having our facilities' medic remove these disgusting rings."
As Camden finished cooling off Darrin's dick in the water glass, Spencer fetched a prison strap, and asked Camden, "You want to do the honors, bro?"
"Oh yeah, I sure do!" Camden took the strap and moved in back of Darrin, and did a few practice swings of the prison strap.
Spencer went and stood directly in front of Darrin, put both of his arms out and slowly flexed his biceps, and then ordered the wide-eyed Darrin to look at him and his cock: "You heard me right. Look me over real good, especially my cock! Right at my cock! Look directly into my piss slit!"
Darrin happily did as ordered, and no sooner had he focused on Spencer's succulent counselor tube, when he felt the first blow of the prison strap on his ass. He screamed loud and hard.
Spencer shouted, "Keep looking at my dick!"
Another blow landed on Darrin's ass, and he screamed and jumped away. Spencer then grabbed Darrin by both of his shoulders to hold him in place, and commanded. "Now look back down at my man dick!"
Darrin did as ordered, and received another blow. He started crying, "Please stop. What are you doing?"
Spencer explained, "Just look at my dick. This is going to help you. This is aversion therapy. It's going to help you associate the sight of a naked man with intense pain. It's going to help make you repulsed by the sight of a nude male. You've got ten more blows coming. Now keep your eyes on my dick tip the whole time, and don't you dare look at anything else!"
When Camden laid on the next blow, he explained, "We're going to turn you into a straight boy, like Spencer and me. We're going to whip that homo shit out of you. Now just keep your eyes on Spencer's dick as I whip the `straights' into you!"
By the time Darrin had received his ten blows, he was crying out like a baby. Camden and Spencer got dressed as they let Darrin recover. Once they were dressed, they ordered Darrin to get down on his knees and voice an apology and a resolve to start following the rules of Rosewood Heights and to start improving his behavior.
Darrin quickly knelt down, afraid of the two brothers. Camden ordered again, "Start voicing your apology and commitment to obedience!" Darrin didn't know what Camden meant or what he wanted him to do.
Spencer instructed, "You better start talking or we're getting out a bigger strap! Say whatever is in your heart, that's all we want."
Darrin, frightened as well as feeling foolish, spat out whatever he thought the brothers wanted to hear, "I am very sorry, Mr. Collins, and Mr. Collins, sirs, for the awful things I said about Camden. I see now that he is really good at what he does, and that what I said was spoken out of fear and ignorance. Please forgive me, kind sirs. I am really really sorry, sirs. And I am going to start obeying totally; I promise you!"
Darrin, too frightened to think, being in the company of ideologues, didn't know what more to say.
The highlight of any week for the Collins brothers was watching frightened homo boys groveling and promising to behave. Spencer, especially, savored such moments, and imparted some wisdom to his younger brother, "This is the way they all are at first, too afraid and too proud to voice their shortcomings and failings in an honest fashion. But the strap brings it out of them, brings out their true feelings. With a couple more of these special sessions Darrin will find his voice, and be one `eager to please' servitor!"
Spencer and Camden instructed Darrin to stay on his knees and contemplate his failings, informing him that they would be back in an hour to get him, and that he was to remain kneeling the whole time.
Alone, Darrin wondered if the two brothers really believed that their aversion therapy actually worked. As Darrin thought about what had just happened to him, he wondered if there was anything he could do to escape from the crazy world he found himself in.
As Darrin rubbed his freshly strapped homo butt to ease away the pain, the thought of the two naked, handsome, counselor brothers, seemed to take away the pain from his punished ass, as his dick began to rise in all of its homo glory.
To be continued...
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