Crucified Part Six By Randall Austin
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It only took one beating to change Darrin. After being in the program for only one day, Darrin had changed. He was now as quiet as all the other boys, trying to do nothing that would get him noticed or singled out for attention by either Spencer or Camden.
When Spencer and Camden would enter the cage room and wake the boys up every morning at 6 AM, Darrin jumped to his feet, stood tall, and shouted along with the other boys as loudly as he could, "Good Morning, Mr. Collins and Mr. Collins, sirs!"
And when he had sessions with his counselors, he said nothing about the abusive treatment he had received. He knew the counselors were just as zealous as Spencer and his father and his brother, Camden, and that they all believed in, and fully supported, Rosewood Heights' unique conversion therapy program.
But it wasn't only the prison strapping he had received that kept Darrin quiet. Darrin witnessed things on a routine basis that were disturbing..., but he nevertheless made sure that his behavior did not cause him to be on the receiving end of the various treatments and punishments he had witnessed.
He saw constant put downs of the boys in the program by Spencer and Camden. Face slappings were a favorite form of correction used not only by Spencer and Camden, but also even by the counselors.
At bath time Darrin noticed that almost a quarter of the guys in the program were fitted with chastity devices. The unwieldy looking cages seemed cumbersome, and the very sight of them made Darrin realize that he was truly a prisoner who's every body part was no longer under his control.
He often heard boys crying behind closed doors as punishments were administered. And Spencer and Camden hardly said a word to the boys without implying dire consequences if rules were not obeyed.
In short, `Straight Camp' presented a most oppressive, concentration camp-like, atmosphere that made it impossible for any of the boys to relax or have anything approaching a good time.
And while there were disturbing things going on a regular basis that Darrin just happened to notice by chance, there were some things that were done by Camden and Spencer that the two brothers wanted everyone to see.
There was the time seven members in the conversion program were caught horsing around in the gym, doing such things as pinching asses and trying to squeeze each other's balls. For such `obscene' horseplay, the seven boys were strung up by their wrists, naked, in the center of the dining room, with only the tips of their toes able to reach the floor. Weights attached to their dangling ballsacks guaranteed an extra level of extreme discomfort. But such things only brought smiles of self-satisfaction to the counselors and monitors who were overseeing their punishment.
As the rest of the boys ate dinner, Camden gave each of the strung-up boys ten strokes of the prison strap. Beyond the pain of the strap, the weights attached to their swinging balls made the boys fear that their ball sack would be ripped off. Once the boys' strappings were over, they were sent to their cages without supper.
And there was the time one of the men in the program, Sebastian Fedderson, felt that he had been treated unfairly and cruelly, completely lost control and told Spencer what he thought of him and the program, and did so with much profanity. Spencer ordered all of the boys in the program into the processing room, where Sebastian was secured to a gurney, and all of the boys in the program were forced to watch Camden and Spencer apply various punishment devices to his body.
While talking was not allowed among those in the conversion program, what most frustrated Darrin was the fact that most of the boys were too afraid to even attempt a quick little exchange of words in private because they feared the consequences of such action if discovered.
But the event that disturbed Darrin the most was a talk given by Spencer, to the boys while they ate their evening meal, on his fifth day at Rosewood Heights. "As I look at you boys I am so proud of you. Yes, you did not choose to be here, but those who love you the most, your family and friends, had you placed here. So why am I proud of you? I am proud of you, as a group, because I have never had to deliver a level four punishment to anyone in the program over the past two months."
"As you may know, infractions and their deserved punishments are ranked on a scale of one to four, and one must be state board-authorized in order to deliver those punishments. Overseers with junior handlers' permits are not allowed to deliver any physical discipline. Overseers with regular permits can deliver Level One punishments; such punishments would be things like a mouth soaping or a hand spanking over clothed buttocks."
"Level Two and Three punishments can be delivered by those currently enrolled in state-certified training programs, such as my brother Camden. Such level punishments can be severe, but are limited by their number and type."
"Level Four punishments can be delivered to servitors only by those with a Masters degree or higher, along with state certification, in either Servitor Control or Public Health Control. That means that either I or my father, Dr. Collins, must either supervise or be present at all Level Four corrective sessions."
"Now Level Four punishments are very rare, to be sure; I want to make that clear to all of you. So there is little need to worry over the possibility that you might one day have to submit to such a punishment."
"But you do need to know that such punishment options are indeed in our homosexual conversion arsenal, and will be used if a given situation warrants!"
"A Level Four corrective procedure is one that consists of several progressive stages of intensity. I won't go into detail here, but my father prefers to refer to a Level Four procedure as being not a punishment session, but rather a `crucifixion'!"
There were gasps in the room, as Spencer continued, "That is correct, you heard it correctly, `crucifixion'!"
But it was not Spencer's concluding remark. After a pause, he continued, "And you should also know that the `conversion arsenal', which we have at our disposal, includes other things that we are able to do to you in order to help you on your way to recovery which, while not punishment procedures per se, are sometimes wrongly viewed as such by boys in the program."
"For example, about a quarter of you boys have serious masturbation problems and have been fitted with chastity guards. Once the chastity guards are removed after four months of treatment, repeat offenders can be circumcised at my father's and my discretion. It is a benign procedure performed with anesthetic, and it has been proven effective in making boys less interested in self-pleasuring, as it gives you boys less foreskin to play with, and therefore the habit results in a less enjoyable sensation."
"But it is not only the uncircumcised repeat offenders who are clipped. Even boys who are already circumcised will be re-clipped, have even more skin taken away, and be given what we call a high and tight'. The circumcision treatment has a high success rate, and we have video testimonials from several of the high and tighty' boys praising the procedure and the remarkable good results it has had in helping them overcome their illness!"
It was Spencer's concluding remark, and he was happy to end his talk on such a note, and leave the boys in the program wondering if the things they had been subjected to could ever get much worse.
This was the one time Darrin wanted to hear more out of Spencer's mouth about the fate that could await him, rather than less. But Spencer merely smiled at the dining boys as he gathered his notes from the lectern, confident that he had instilled within them a salutary fear of misbehaving.
On the evening of the start of his third week at Straight Camp, as Darrin lay on the cot in his cage at night, he thought of all the caged man-flesh in the room. It had been 15 days since he last masturbated, on his last day as a free boy. Now, after Darrin had had time to fully assess the craziness of his new environment, sex thoughts finally returned, as he thought of how hot and handsome many of his caged mates were. He recalled scenes in the showers of all the different shaped bodies and dicks. How wonderful it would be to cuddle with another boy. Darrin's dick erected as he thought of the handsome guy at his dinner table that evening, and how he got face slapped by young Camden for laughing at someone who had spilled their tea. Darrin thought of him, and how he wished he could be holding him.
Darrin's hand massaged his thigh as he thought of the boy, and recalled his fine physique from the group exercise sessions. He started to jack off, and quickly lost himself in a satisfying session of self-love. Darrin was able to climax without making hardly a sound, a technique he was forced to perfect at home, where his two younger brothers' bedrooms were separated from his by paper-thin walls.
The following morning, after breakfast, Camden asked Darrin to accompany him to the processing room. Camden ordered Darrin to disrobe and hop up on the processing table. Darrin was somewhat afraid, and looked at the young counselor in training with some fear. Camden explained. "Hop up on the table and lay back. Spencer wants me to chastity cage you. He wants me to lock your jewels up. Apparently you were having yourself a merry ol' time last night. I'm here to put an end to that! We have to put your dick in solitary confinement until you can learn to control yourself like an adult."
Camden seemed to delight in his task of controlling an older guy in the most total, debasing, way imaginable. He grabbed Darrin's cock and gave it a shake. "Every time you masturbate, you sink deeper into that homo crap! Your little lollipop is going into storage for four months! Once the chastity cage is removed, should you reoffend, and it is determined that still have not been able to get your animal desires under control, Spencer and my father will decide whether or not you get a `high and tight' dick clipping!"
Camden smiled seeing the look of horror on Darrin's face, and with his thumb and forefinger grasped Darrin's foreskin and gave it a slow tug, "Yup, all this will be coming off if you can't keep your hands away from it! Hell, my dad once even okayed a high and tight snipping for a kid who was never caught jerking again after his dick cage was removed, because he was always boning up in the showers and at inspection time!"
As Darrin lay on the table, having his most private parts locked away by a 19-year old homophobic jerk, he felt more violated than he ever had before since his arrival. He wondered how Spencer had found out that he masturbated. Did they have cameras in the cage room, or did one of the boys in cage room tattle on him?
Once his cock and balls were caged, Camden ordered him off the table. Darrin reached for his jumpsuit, but Camden stopped him, "Don't put that on yet. I want you naked except for your dick cage." Camden removed his shoes and socks, "I want to give you a lesson in humility."
Camden sat in a chair, and ordered Darrin to kneel down in front of him. Camden spoke, "I want you to wash my feet."
Darrin thought the request odd, but at least Camden wasn't acting in a way that terrified him. Darrin looked about the room, "I'll go to the sink and get some wet towels."
Camden explained, "No, no towels. You use your tongue and mouth!"
Darrin was humiliated at the very request. Camden nodded, "Get started. I want my feet bathed."
Darrin slowly bent over and started licking the tops of Camden's feet. Camden explained, "Lift each foot and completely suck on each of my toes. Really slurp them clean. Then lick the bottom of the feet all over. I'm trying to teach you humility. Now do it!"
Darrin did not know if Camden was ordering him to lick his feet because he got off on it sexually, if he just liked humiliating guys, or if he really was dumb enough to believe that performing such an act would make him more humble. Darrin figured that all three reasons probably applied.
Once Darrin had thoroughly slurped Camden's feet, Camden smiled, "See, that wasn't so bad. All that Spencer and I want of you is to commit yourself fully to the program. Simply trust and obey. If you submit with a humble heart, you will be healed!"
As Darrin put on his jumpsuit, he could finally relax knowing that the unpredictable Camden wasn't going to physically punish him; and he could revel in the fact that he had just sucked the young, hot, counselor's feet. Darrin's dick tried to firm up at the thought that Camden had enjoyed in a sexual way his foot licking, but it was impeded by the chastity cage.
Spencer and Camden wanted not just Darrin and the boys in the Rosewood Heights conversion program to be free of their homosexual tendencies, but apparently wanted as many people as possible to be free of such an `illness'. That was apparent when 7th graders from a local private, socially conservative, school were invited to tour the Rosewood Heights' Conversion and Treatment Center.
All 24 boys who were enrolled in the sexual-orientation conversion program, the `caged boys', were ordered into the gymnasium and had to line up facing the 70 visiting students who were seated in bleachers. Present in the gym along with the students and the boys in the treatment program were Spencer, Camden, several of the students' teachers, and four counselors from the Rosewood Heights Treatment Center.
Many of the students were amused at the prison-like jumpsuits that the 24 boys had to wear, and several of them pointed out to their friends those boys in the program who were wearing dunce caps, wearing tight-fitting corsets, or had punishment weights attached to their ears.
Spencer addressed the students, telling them about the program and the dangers of homosexuality. Darrin was indignant at having to be put on display and being made a spectacle of in front of the students. And he found Spencer's speech to the students on the subject of homosexuality to be quite unbearable.
Spencer pointed to the row of jumpsuited boys as he addressed the students, "Each one of these young men you see before you has been committed to this conversion program because he lacks the basic elements of self-control. Boys who have this problem tend to be self-centered, as all 24 of these boys are. Homosexuality is an illness that robs an individual of the ability to think critically. The homosexual lifestyle is actually a threat to the quality of life we enjoy here in the Northeastern United States. Not only does it affect the social stability of the natural order, but it has a serious negative economic impact as well."
"What we try do here at Rosewood Heights is turn the homosexuals' lives of self-absorption around, and get them to consider caring about and working towards the common good of society. Fortunately, I can report that Rosewood Heights has the highest success rate of any `conversion' program currently being offered in the United States and Canada."
Spencer had the girls mesmerized by his good looks, and the boys enthralled because of his appealing self-assurance, "If there are any of you here present who are being tempted by the homosexual lifestyle, I urge you to give me a call. My phone number is provided with the materials you received in your information packet, and I can assure you that any conversations we do have will be held in the strictest confidence. If we can catch the disease in its early stages, it is easier to cure than in later life."
Spencer walked up to Adam Sorenson, one of the white jumpsuited boys in the program, took his hand, and led him to where he was speaking, in front of the students. "Children, this is Adam Sorenson, one of the young men who is being helped by the program. He wishes to give a personal testimonial."
Darrin recognized Adam as the person who occupied the cage next to him.
Adam looked at peace as he addressed the room, "Hello everyone. I am happy to see you and glad that you could make it here today. My name is Adam Sorenson, I am 23 years old, and my family and friends had me placed in this program nine months ago. Thanks to Rosewood Heights' conversion program, and to the dedicated staff, especially to Spencer Collins and his precocious younger brother, Camden, I have been completely cured of my homosexual tendencies. Through their tough love therapy I have been made into a new man, and am set to be released from the treatment center next month."
The entire group of students, led by their teachers, broke out into applause and raucous hoots.
Adam was moved, "When I think of the horrible things I did, the perversions I fell into, I weep. But fortunately, I can find peace now because I know that all of that filth is behind me, and that now I am a new person, a whole person, and a pure person."
"I too want to encourage any of you who feel you are having problems in this area, to seek out Spencer and have a talk with him. He's a great and caring guy, easy to talk to, and eager, willing, and able, to help you sort out any difficulties or temptations you may be facing. In short he's a totally cool guy, one you can trust, and with whom you can share your most intimate turmoils!"
Darrin figured that Adam must have been the one who reported his act of masturbation, and got him chastity caged. Darrin almost audibly muttered his thought, "And to think I wanted to have sex with that pitiable, self-hating, creep!"
Still, as the converted homo, Adam, made his way back to join the row of jumpsuited boys, Darrin couldn't help but eye his rosy-cheeked cage neighbor with lust.
Spencer smiled at Adam, "Thank you Adam for that moving testimonial. Adam is only in this program because of the concerns of his friends. Adam's friends went to his parents and expressed their concerns that Adam might be engaging in homosexual activity. Because of the concern of his friends, Adam ended up here, and is now a new man. So if any of you suspect that one of your schoolmates is a homosexual, then avoid that person and report him to your parents and teachers. We need all of you to be part of a nationwide watch-group, an army of true believers that is ever on guard for threats from lifestyles that endanger our quality of life."
"Remember, the world is lying to you when it talks about the so called `gay' lifestyle as a harmless option. Homosexuality is a choice, and it is a disease!"
The idiocy of Spencer's remarks were more than Darrin could stomach. He hated the idea that children were being told that being gay was a sickness. He lost all control and shouted out, "That is totally nuts! There is nothing wrong or sick about being a homosexual. It is a blessing, not a curse!"
The room watched in silence as Camden and a counselor hurriedly whisked Darrin out of the room.
Darrin's outburst caused a commotion among the students, so Spencer attempted to calm the students down, "As you can see children, that's why that young man, Darrin Fuller, is in this program. People who commit homosexual acts become so deluded, so filled with self-righteousness, that they actually come to believe that such activity is right and normal. And as you have just seen, they attempt to spread their lifestyle by trying to lure children like yourselves, and much younger, into their perversion."
One of the student's, a young boy, had a question, "Mr. Collins, my father says that it would be better if I were a murderer than a homosexual. Is my father right on that?"
Spencer nodded, "In one sense, he certainly is right! A murder is the taking of a life by one person. But if you consider that we, as a society, are a delicate fabric, and we are all, in a sense, a thread in that fabric. A person who chooses the homosexual lifestyle is not acting in the interest of the greater society, but only in his own interest. Thus he is a weakened thread. And one weak thread compromises the threads next to it, and soon there is a tear in the fabric of society. And so rather than just one person being harmed, many, countless many, are harmed."
The young boy was relieved to find out that his father was not a nut.
No sooner had Spencer finished his response to the young boy than Camden reentered the room, followed by the counselor pushing a gurney. On the gurney, covered by a white sheet, was Darrin. As the gurney was wheeled in front of the students, Darrin turned his face to the other side, so the students could not see his face.
Spencer addressed the students, "Children, Darrin is going to be taken to his punishment now, but we wanted you to see firsthand that such uncivil behavior is dealt with in a summary fashion here at Rosewood Heights. And it is through such punishments that homosexuals are enabled to accept the help that his being offered in finding their better natures."
One of the students called out, "What kind of punishment is he going to get, Mr. Collins?"
Spencer touched the gurney, "Darrin's jumpsuit has been removed, and this sheet protects his modesty. But he is now going to be taken to the `refrigerator', where this sheet will be removed, and will be spending a couple of hours chilling off as he meditates on the impropriety of his outburst in front of you."
Another student called out, "What's the refrigerator?"
Spencer answered, "It's exactly what it sounds like. It's a large walk-in refrigerator used for punishment purposes. It can hold up to four boy-loaded gurneys at a time. It's a great tool for cooling down the selfish, hot-headed, behavior of boys who are wallowing in homosexual filth."
After hosting the visit of the 70 7th graders', Spencer made his way to his room, locked his door, and took out the book he was reading, Crucifixion', and began rubbing his crotch with one hand as he searched for where he had last left off reading.
`Historical evidence records many of the techniques used in the crucifixion of the condemned, but do not convey the subtler effects of crucifixion on those who witnessed it. The chief purpose of crucifixion in all societies that used it was as a deterrent to criminal behavior. Crucifixions were always public events, not because the societies that employed crucifixion were necessarily any more barbaric than modern societies, but for the simple reason that, for the historic era, it was a proven effective deterrent.'
`Indeed, the majority of crucifixions were not the extremely violent and gruesome affairs one knows from popular culture, but were in fact usually long drawn out death sentences, where victims were tied to crosses and then left to die either from starvation, asphyxiation, or wild animals, over a period lasting anywhere from an hour to several days, with, perhaps, the element of humiliation a contributing factor.'
`And with some cultures, crucifixion was not necessarily a death sentence. The Macedonians tied the condemned to a cross, and if the victim was able to survive after four days on the cross, he was considered exonerated, and was given freeman status.'
Spencer thought of the jumpsuited boys in the cages. How he wanted them so badly. It was a need he did not understand. He was sweating and hard.
He closed the book he was reading, and went to his closet. On the floor of the closet was a steel chest. He knelt down and put a key into the lock of the chest, was about to unlock the chest, but stopped. He put a hand to his forehead and wondered what he was doing. Why he was doing it. But he could not stop himself from opening the chest.
Once the chest was opened, he grabbed a handful of photos, hurriedly laid them out on the floor, and began furiously jacking off.
In no time he came with such force that it worried him. He wondered to himself of the life he was leading. What was he doing? What was he becoming?
To be continued...
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