Crucified

By: Randall Austin
(© 2014 by the author)

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(Author's Note: I would like to thank my editor; Donny Delk, for his ever superlative assistance, and for his hot suggestions for improving this chapter of 'Crucified'.)

Chapter 4

The Collins' brothers arrived in their BMW at the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center complex 45 minutes after having left Darrin's family home. The rehab center was located on the far outskirts of the city, in a sparsely populated area, and the three buildings that made up the compound were located on several acres of private land, and thus were not visible to anyone traveling on the nearby roads.

The compound reminded Darrin of prisons he had seen: fortresses with small windows, and looking Spartan and forbidding.

It was quite chilly in the late October afternoon, and Spencer always enjoyed making the newly arrived homos hobble naked in the cold the rather long distance to the housing unit. Something about making a homo walk chilled and hobbled to his fate excited the young counselor. He always figured the satisfaction he got from this ceremony was in knowing that it helped the boys realize that they now had no choice but to put a stop to their homosexual appetites.

When they got to the steps leading up to the housing unit, Spencer stopped and decided to keep the naked and still erect Darrin out in the cold a little bit longer. He spoke, "I can't tell you how excited I am to have you here, and to know that I will be helping you on the road to recovery." Spencer gave a nod to Darrin's indentured cock, "And you look pretty excited to be here, as well!"

The embarrassed Darrin was hoping that the cold weather would help him relieve himself of his erection, but it had not.

Camden shook his head in disgust at Darrin's jutting man knob, and Spencer, indicating Darrin's hardon, commented on Camden's expression, "And I know that Camden is just as eager as I am to get to work on you! That boner of yours clearly lets us know where you are 'coming from', and is exactly the kind of thing that Camden and I intend to get under control!"

Camden, with a sneer on his face, reached out and pulled down on Darrin's erection, and then let it go, causing it to snap back up against his belly. Both brothers smiled.

Darrin, aware that Spencer and Camden were enjoying his humiliation and watching him shivering naked and erect in the cold, looked about for a place he could run to and hide.

Spencer, still gazing on Darrin's prick, had an idea and told Camden to go and fetch the hose.

Camden ran to the side of the building, and came back with a garden hose, which he handed to Spencer. Spencer asked if the water was turned on and Camden confirmed that it was. Spencer looked at the nozzle, and then at Darrin, "We're going to clean you off before letting you set foot in the compound."

Both Spencer and Camden smiled again as they watched the cock-hobbled new slave shouting and jumping about in the freezing spray. Darrin called out, as he crouched in an effort to avoid the spray, "Please stop, I'm freezing!"

But Spencer did not stop. He followed Darrin around with the hose and made sure he hosed off every spot of his naked body, especially making sure to aim the freezing water at his homo-erection.

Darrin yelped and jumped, and the brothers only laughed. And when Spencer finally did turn the water off he was pleased to see that Darrin was shivering, his teeth were chattering, and the cold water and brisk October wind had succeeded in deflating Darrin's pecker to little boy size.

And by now both Camden and Spencer's dicks were nicely firmed, though it was okay for them because they weren't homos.

When Spencer decided that Darrin was cooled down to his satisfaction, the brothers took the dripping wet Darrin inside and to a room that looked like a laundry room. There both Spencer and Camden grabbed towels and began to dry Darrin off, with Camden kneeling to dry Darrin's legs, and Spencer drying Darrin's upper body. Again Darrin was subjected to the same sort of ambivalent treatment he had received in the car. One moment he was being cruelly hosed down with freezing water, and the next he was being dried off like a little baby and being spoken to in a soothing fashion by both of the brothers.

Spencer cooed tenderly, "We want to get you nice and dry and fluffy smooth. You're a new slave now, so that means you're sort of a baby slave. You're our brand new baby slave boy, and we're going to take real good care of you."

Camden put an arm on Darrin's shoulder and also cooed his words, "We want to keep you soft and smooth for us, so you're a nice and tender, ...polite, ...pliant, little slave boy."

But Darrin could not relax from the ministrations of the brothers, having witnessed previously the underlying menace in both of the brothers' demeanors.

Darrin, tired from having to remain in a squat position because of his cock hobble, asked, "Please, can you take this thing off? It hurts."

Spencer nodded, "Yes, we'll be taking it off once Camden has finished giving you your haircut."

Darrin protested, "What right do you have to give me a haircut. This is supposed to be a substance abuse rehab program. You have no say over such matters. I do not want my hair cut!"

As Camden came forward with the clippers, Spencer explained, "Darrin, you are indentured, in service to the state for its purposes; and that purpose is to get you 'clean' of your alcohol problem. The fact that you are indentured means you have no say in such a matter. And the reason you are going to get a buzz cut is because I want all the boys in the conversion program buzzed. That's reason enough; the fact that I want it."

Camden turned on the clippers and started buzzing the crouched-over, naked, homo's head. Darrin felt humiliated being under the control of Camden, who was the same age as he was: humiliated not just because Camden was his same age, but also because Darrin considered Camden to be immature, and close minded in the way someone is who has not thought things through on his own and simply follows orders without question.

Darrin felt lost and sniffled as Camden clipped his way through Darrin's well-coiffed hair.

Once Darrin was super buzzed and looking like a con, he was led hobbled, bent-over, naked, and buzzed, down several corridors, to a room that had 'Showers' on the door, but which inside looked more like the autopsy room of some concentration camp.

While there were shower stalls on one end of the room, two large metal examination tables with raised sides, drain, hoses, stirrups, and various restraining devices took up the middle of the room. Next to the tables were racks filled with processing instruments, but because their purpose was unknown to Darrin, seeing them only increased his anxiety. Photos on the wall showed the proper way to attach various punishment and restraining devices. And there was even one set of photos showing, step-by-step the proper way to circumcise an adult male. Darrin was horrified.

Camden and Spencer picked up the naked, hobbled, Darrin, and placed him on one of the tables in an upright-seated position. Camden easily removed the cock hobble, and once the hobble was removed, Spencer instructed Darrin to lie down on his back. Darrin did as told, but asked, "What are you going to do to me?"

Spencer answered, "We're just going to make you feel good and well-cared for. We're going to irrigate, shave, bathe, oil, plug, truss, powder, diaper, and uniform you!"

Before Darrin could process what he had just heard, Spencer took clippers and buzzed off Darrin's armpit and pubic hair. Camden then hosed Darrin's pits and crotch off, applied shaving cream, and shaved him. Once Darrin was shaved baby-smooth, the boys gave him a double enema that brought tears to his eyes.

After Darrin was allowed to relieve himself, the brothers again placed him on the processing table, and both of the handsome brothers began oiling up the homo slave's entire body.

The careful oiling by the handsome brothers gave Darrin a fair sized hard-on, which the brothers didn't comment on.

After his slave body was well oiled, and as Camden began to work a relatively small gauge butt plug up Darrin's hole, Darrin began leaking precum. The brothers said nothing, except for Camden's explanation, "These plugs are used all the time on prison populations. They really help to calm down guys like you.

Spencer secured the plug with a band that went about his waist from which an ass-crack strap was secured. The plug made Darrin feel like he was no longer in control of his body. He felt owned.

Spencer had Darrin raise his hips so he could slide a diaper underneath his buttocks. He then began sprinkling talcum powder in a liberal fashion all about Darrin's freshly oiled groin area. He completed his task by pulling Darrin's legs up to powder every area of the slave's rump and hips. Spencer then took his index finger with his thumb and pushed Darrin's ass cheeks apart exposing his puckered rosebud, and shook some powder onto his homo honey hole.

Once Spencer began securing the diaper on the freshly oiled and powdered baby slave, he and his brother were all happy smiles; and their smiles broadened on seeing Darrin blushing in humiliation.

Spencer and Camden then fitted Darrin with their standard issue body truss, which consisted of leather straps going about the chest and waist, and connected by two parallel vertical straps in the front and back. Spencer explained, "All the boys are fitted with this truss under their white jumpsuits. It makes it easy for us to both lock you down, if we have to, and to secure you when we need to work on you."

Spencer had Darrin hop off the processing table, and Camden was waiting for him with a white jump suit, and the two brothers watched as Darrin put it on.

Camden smiled, "He looks like a real slave now. All shaved, plugged, trussed, oiled, powdered, diapered, and uniformed, just the way a slave ought to be!"

Spencer handed Darrin a pair of sandals and ordered him to put them on.

Darrin did not know what he was feeling. He was being treated like a no-nothing loser, an anti-social pervert, a baby, a drudge slave, and wayward scum. He felt violated to a degree he could never have imagined. The assault on his dignity was such that he no longer knew who he was.

Just hours ago he was an A-student about to enter his sophomore year in college, on top of the world. Now he was worse off than a prisoner; prisoners were at least left alone in their cells, but Darrin would not have such time to himself. He was now at the mercy of two guys he considered to be both frightfully controlling and threatening, and who had the authority to punish him at their whim.

From the 'Showers', the brothers led the freshly spruced and uniformed slave down another corridor, and stopped at a large steel door without any windows. Spencer punched in a code on a keypad outside the door. The keypad buzzed, and Spencer opened the door.

Once the door opened lights automatically turned on. Darrin found himself staring into a large, rectangular shaped room with a 10-foot wide walkway. On either side of the walkway were cages, 15 deep on each side. Almost every cage was occupied by one young man dressed in a white, one-piece, jumpsuit style, uniform, just like his. And all of the young men had their heads cleanly buzzed, just like his own buzzed dome.

The entire room shouted out in unison, "Good afternoon Mr. Collins and Mr. Collins, sirs!"

Spencer called out, "How is everyone?"

The entire room shouted back, "We are fine, sirs, Mr. Collins and Mr. Collins, sirs!"

Spencer led Darrin down the walkway between the cages, to the center of the room, as the caged boys stood at attention and watched. Spencer introduced Darrin, "This is Darrin Fuller. Like most of you boys, Darrin has a very loving father who could not bear to watch his son get lost in the homosexual lifestyle. Darrin was just about to start his second year of college. But now he is entering, instead, a far more important school. He is entering the school of daring honesty and rugged reality, where he will learn that he no longer has to act out on the confusing and deadly signals that he had been getting from his body and from society; signals that proclaimed homosexuality was an acceptable lifestyle!"

Spencer, satisfied that all of the boys were paying attention, gave a nod to Camden, who then went up to Darrin, unzipped the front of his jumpsuit, and peeled it down to Darrin's lower legs.

Spencer continued, "As you can see, he is diapered, just the way you all were kept diapered your first week here. And standing next to him, I can tell you that he smells just like a little baby as well, because he's been freshly oiled and baby-powdered. And it's proper that he is diapered and sweet smelling like a baby, because that is what he is. He has only been a slave for a couple of hours, therefore he is a baby slave, a one-day old, new-born, freshly powdered and diapered baby slave."

Darrin didn't think things could get anymore humiliating, until Camden started undoing the tapes to his diaper, and removing it. Spencer then had Camden turn Darrin slowly around so the entire room could get a good look at more of Darrin.

Spencer grabbed Darrin's cock, giving it a little wiggle, and continued addressing the caged boys, "But look at this; little naked oiled and powdered babies shouldn't have rings, especially rings going thru their peepees and nippies! Those of you who came into the program ringed like this know what's in store for Darrin."

"But the good news is that Darrin, just like all of you, will no longer be using his peepee spike for wrong and disgusting purposes. Because, as you all are learning, the root of the problem in homosexuals is their organ of regeneration. Homosexuals have an unhealthy fixation on themselves, but especially on their penises. Fortunately for Darrin, he will soon be learning to think of himself in a more positive light.

Camden then had Darrin bend over, and turned him slowly about the room so all could see his plugged butt hole, as Spencer continued, "As you can further see, just a little bit ago Darrin was given his introduction to the 'comfort stop'. A stop that not only helps to keep you boys calm, but also 'stops' anyone, including yourselves, from trying to put something up there that doesn't belong up there!"

Spencer then went up to Darrin and guided him into an upright position, and grabbed him by the jaw with one hand and squeezed his cheeks, forcing Darrin to keep his mouth open in a goofy looking way. Spencer slowly turned Darrin around so all could see Darrin's expression as he continued to speak, "And this mouth of Darrin's will also receive a new focus. Just like all of you are learning, Darrin will soon learn that this little pie hole isn't for 'sucking cock' or slurping away at 'boy pussy'."

Spencer let go of Darrin's jaw and Camden came forward and re-diapered and jumpsuited Darrin as Spencer continued, "So the grand good news is that Darrin will soon begin thinking of every part of his body in a new and healthy way. He will learn to respect himself and his penis, his anus, his mouth, his nipples, indeed his entire being, in a way he never could have imagined before!"

Spencer smiled at the humiliated and red faced baby slave, and gave him an affectionate rub on the head as if he were a little kid, and called out, "So now, everyone, let's all give Darrin a big warm welcome to our very special training facility!"

All of the 24 caged boys began to applaud and call out, "Welcome to Rosewood Heights, Mr. Darrin Fuller".

Once the applause subsided, Camden shouted out to the caged boys, "Who loves you?"

All of the caged boys shouted out in unison, "Dr. Elliot Collins and all of the counselors at the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center love us, sir, Mr. Collins, sir!"

Darrin was embarrassed for the boys at having to give such robotic responses, but not as much as he was embarrassed at having been so publicly humiliated. Darrin found some comfort in realizing that all the boys in the cages had probably been subjected to the same sort of debasing processing procedures as he had just been.

Darrin noticed that although the boys in the cages were all dressed in the same white, one-piece, jumpsuit, several of them had other attachments. One of the boys was muzzled. One boy had weights attached to his ears that tugged his ears downward. One boy had his hands in locked mitts. One boy was fitted with a very tight corset over his jumpsuit going around his midsection. And two of the boys were wearing large, old fashion style, dunce caps.

Darrin eyed the caged boys intently to get a sense of where they were coming from. Although the boys were obedient and quick stepping, they did not seem to be fearful and cowed in the way Darrin had expected them to be. In fact, their deportment almost suggested to Darrin, in some way, that they took pleasure in trying to please the Collins brothers.

Spencer called out to the caged boys, "Camden and I will now deliver Darrin to 'Orientation', and I am going to leave the lights on now. I want you all to read Section 4 of your reparative therapy workbooks, and memorize the last two paragraphs. Those of you who do not have them memorized by lunchtime, will not be fed, and will be trammeled until bedtime!"

All of the boys shouted out in unison, "Yes sir, Mr. Collins, sir!"

As Spencer led Darrin away to the processing room, he asked him, "Did you notice how well-behaved all of the boys were? You will be just like them in no time."

Darrin found it hard to believe that he could ever be trained to give robot-like responses of the kind he had just witnessed.

Spencer broke the silence, making it appear to Darrin as though he had just read his mind, "I'm taking you now to meet Adam Cann, who will conduct your orientation session. He'll get you into a proper frame of mind, a frame of mind where you will be eager to obey and please your counselors in all things."

To be continued...

Posted: 07/11/14