Crucified

By: Randall Austin
(© 2014 by the author)

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Chapter 3

Spencer and his newly indentured charge sat closely together in the back seat of the BMW. As Camden, in the driver's seat, began the drive from Darrin's house to the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center complex, he made eye contact with his older brother through the rear view mirror and gave a giant grin. Spencer gave back an even wider grin. Darrin noticed their grins and wanted to escape. But of course he could not, being naked and obscenely cock-hobbled.

Spencer noticed Darrin's unease. He liked that Darrin was frightened enough to need some comforting, "I want you to know that you can trust me, Darrin. You're in good hands. Real good hands."

"Let me tell why you are in good hands, and how I got into homosexual counseling. Five years ago, when I was 20 years old, I was arrested, along with two of my friends, for gay bashing. It was nothing violent, it was just me and my friends following a couple of faggots out of a bar and confronting them, and pushing them around a little bit. We spat at them, shoved them, and called them some names. That's all."

"My dad was pissed that the cop who apprehended me, who had been a friend of our family, had me arrested. So dad sent me to this really cool counselor who explained to my dad and the judge that what I did wasn't really 'gay bashing', but was just simply a young guy trying to express his frustration with the way the world was mixed up. The counselor explained to the judge that I, rather than being wrong in what I did, I was simply confused and frustrated. He explained that rather than being potentially violent, I, in fact, had the fervor of wanting to make the world a better place in my heart."

"The judge didn't buy my counselor's explanation, but my dad did, and he convinced me that I was probably meant to be a counselor, and could probably use the fire within me to help people afflicted with problems such as yours. From that I changed the focus of my studies in psychology, and at the same time my dad decided to add a gay conversion program to Rosewood Heights' counseling services."

"Two years ago I took over as the head of the gay conversion program, and since then our success rate in converting guys like you with your sickness has soared. So that's why you're in good hands. I want you to be aware that this is a great opportunity for you; if you just submit and get with the program, there is a very good chance that you can be cured of all your homosexual tendencies."

Although Spencer's words on his past gave Darrin deep cause for concern, they were delivered in such a quiet, earnest, and personal way to Darrin that Spencer's charisma suggested to him that perhaps he was not, in fact, the gay-hating nut and sadist he had at first feared him to be.

Spencer put an arm across the back of the seat and leaned closer to Darrin. Darrin felt something like a cross between a little mouse in the clutches of a large cat, and a teenage girl helpless in the arms of her football jock boyfriend. It was reinforced when Spencer lowered his voice, put his mouth close to Darrin's ear, and spoke gently, "I want you to know that I really care about you. I want you to be happy. I want you to feel good. I want to help you, really help you, to be all that you can be!"

Spencer gently grabbed Darrin's shoulder, "I want you to know that I really care about guys like you. I am sincere in this. But you have to trust me." Spencer moved his face closer to Darrin's and his nose almost touched Darrin's cheek as he continued, "That's why I hope that I don't have to get tough with you, or have to hurt you. I really want to help make you well again."

Darrin was confused by the messages Spencer was sending: on the one hand he spoke of his troubling past, and on the other he whispered tenderly that he really cared about him. How in one moment he expressed hope that he wouldn't have to get tough and hurt him, and in the next get very close to him, touch him tenderly, and speak in a voice of such tenderness that it almost melted Darrin.

Spencer's nose touched Darrin's temple as he grasped Darrin's shoulder more tightly, "I can help you Darrin. I can make you well."

Although Darrin was getting flushed being so close to and gently touched by the beautiful counselor, he nevertheless answered Spencer in a voice equally as quiet, "But I am well."

Spencer swallowed, and with both arms pulled Darrin close to him, "No, Darrin, you are not well. You are very sick. But don't worry. The first step towards recovery is to realize that you are in fact sick. Camden and I are going to show you how sick you really are; so that you can begin to accept the healing we will be offering you."

"You belong to me now. And I'm not letting you out of the program until you are healed."

Darrin let out a stifled "No!" and Spencer began to rub his upper leg, confusing Darrin all the more. Darrin noticed Camden peaking into the rear view from time to time, very interested in what Spencer was doing.

Spencer licked his lips, "You are a naked and hobbled slave now, and I am your overseer. So I get to do to you whatever I want. You're body is mine. It has been given over to me through indenturement by your dad, and I am going to do whatever it takes to make you well. And if you are defiant or make trouble, Camden and I will have to do some things to you that you may not find very pleasant. Please don't make us have to do that!"

"But I want you to know that when I am administering punishment therapy, I am not doing it out of hatred, but out of love. If I ever have to beat or whip you, if I ever have to strap you down on the punishment table and use the pinchers and screws on you, or put you in an ice bath, or even put you on the cross, I will be doing it out of love."

Camden called out from the driver's seat, "Way to go, bro! Tell it like it is!"

As Darrin started to sweat, Spencer continued gently rubbing his upper leg, and spoke with his nose nuzzled into Darrin's temple, "Camden and I are going to turn you into a straight boy, just like us."

The gentle rubbing of his leg by Spencer continued to confuse Darrin all the more. Again, threats of violence spoken in a tender, almost loving way, created a frightening ambivalence. Darrin could not help but be turned on being cradled, as he was, in the arms of the handsome counselor. But Darrin's fear prevented his cock from doing anything more than engorging slightly.

Camden was used to watching his older brother intimidate helpless homos through the rear view mirror. Camden loved and admired Spencer, and considered him as not only a brother that he looked up to, but also his best friend and teacher. He was looking forward to getting Darrin into the compound, and asked Spencer, "What's the first thing you're going to do to him, Spence?"

Spencer moved his hand from Darrin's thigh, and gently started tweaking the ring in Darrin's left nipple, "Oh, I don't know, Camden. Probably just irrigate, shave, bathe, plug, oil, and cage him. We'll go easy on him tonight. Let the heavy action begin tomorrow."

Camden smiled, "Cool!"

Spencer continued to gently play with Darrin's nipple, and put his nose to Darrin's hair. He sniffed it and took in its scent almost as if he were taking extreme delight in it, and whispered alluringly, "You ready to accept what we have to offer, little baby?"

Spencer's quiet and sensual voice, the same voice one would use to whisper words of love to a lover, coupled with his menacing words and the gentle tweaking of Darrin's nipple, left poor Darrin completely bewildered, and unknowing of Spencer's intentions.

Spencer moved his hand to Darrin's shoulder and started to gently rub Darrin's naked back and shoulder as he continued, "We're going to help you, little baby, to become a real man just like Camden and me. Camden and I are going to deal with your inner turmoil, turn you into a straight boy just like us, and make you happier than you have ever been before. You belong to Camden and me now, and we get to do to you whatever it takes to turn you into a straight man."

Spencer rubbed his nose sensually in Darrin's hair, "Are you ready to submit fully to Camden and me, and accept all the good things we're about to offer you?"

Darrin, terrified yet aroused, did not know what to say or do. His face and loins were flushed, yet he broke out into a cold sweat and swallowed hard. Spencer had seen such reactions before, "Homos always start sweating once they realize they are going to have to change their ways!"

"You don't have to be afraid, Darrin." Spencer hugged Darrin tightly, "You don't have to worry about anything. Camden and I are going to take good care of you. You're our little baby now. We're going to heal you. The first thing we're going to do to you is bathe you. We're going to wash away your old lifestyle, cleanse you of your errant ways, and make you feel like a new person!"

Being hugged tightly by the hot counselor, and able to smell his body, was too much for the confused Darrin, and his cock finally started to rise. The tight cuff around the base of his cock and balls caused Darrin's prick to not just erect, but to erect to its fullest purple-headed glory.

Spencer, his cheek pressed next to Darrin's, simply watched Darrin's prick grow, and hugged him even more tightly, "Then after your bath we're going to oil your body. Get every part of you sleek and oiled, polish that knob and tackle of yours, so you can see your new body, all shining, glowing, a preview of the new person you soon will become!"

Darrin, terrified that Spencer would get angry over his erection, tried to move away from Spencer's embrace, but could not. Spencer reached down and gently pulled both of Darrin's legs so they were tight against his own legs, "I own you now, Darrin. You belong to me. All of you belongs to me. You are mine. All mine!"

Spencer looked Darrin over very intently, grasped his jaw, turned his face to look into his, and whispered slowly, "We may, of course, have to get tough with you, show you a little of our tough love, but it will all be good."

Darrin was almost crying, "What do you mean?"

When Spencer only smiled broadly and showed his teeth, Darrin, terrified, started to cry, "Please don't hurt me."

Spencer caressed Darrin tenderly, "We may have to, little fella, because sometimes that's the only way to help people like you, and make you well again!"

Camden, with his own dick at full mast, smiled in the rear view mirror at the brother he so loved and admired, and at his hapless, sweating, prey.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/04/14