Crucified

By: Randall Austin
(© 2014 by the author)

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(Author's Note: I would, once again, like to thank my editor; the Donny Delk, for his ever-ready help and his hot suggestions for improving this chapter of 'Crucified'.)

Chapter 9

The weekly highlight of the Rosewood Heights 'Straight Camp' sexual orientation conversion program, at least according to Spencer, Camden, and the conversion program's team of counselors, was the weekly Friday evening, after-dinner, talk delivered by Dr. Elliot Collins, the father of Spencer and Camden, to all of the boys in the conversion program.

Dr. Collins had no qualms whatsoever about trying to terrorize all of the boys in the program into believing that they, their lives, and their works, would be of little use to society if they were unable to change their sexual orientation.

The 24 homo boys sat in stony silence and listened to Dr. Collins give them the 'scientific' basis as to why homosexuality was a dangerous life choice, and emphasized to the boys that it was a choice, and that they were deluding themselves if they wanted to believe that their sexual orientation was not a choice.

But Dr. Collins put a hopeful spin on his bleak message, "But, there's good news. If you simply accept all of the guidelines that the program is laying out for you, you will feel the thrill of a new direction in your life!"

Darrin noticed that most of the boys in the program sat and listened passively with expressionless faces, while six of the boys in the program, the usual 'six', seemed to be beaming with hope at Dr. Collin's pronouncements.

***

After the speech, later that evening, as Darrin lay on the cot in his cage for the evening, he was restless. It was restlessness brought about from not only recent events and the unpleasant and unsuccessful meeting with his family, but from the injustice of everything he had experienced since being indentured on phony charges.

He thought of the daily humiliations, the public beatings, the private beatings, the chastity cage that kept his most private parts locked away from his hands, the insane superstitions and irrationality of everyone in charge of him, the small-mindedness of his own family, and the sheer insanity of Dr. Collin's latest after dinner speech. Finally he could take no more.

In the dark he addressed his caged cellmates, "I know most of you think the way I do. You resent being here, you think this is all a load of crap, and the entire staff here is nuts. And I, quite frankly, have had enough of this insanity. If you believe in the program, then ignore me and go to sleep. But if you resent being here as much as I do, then it is time to take control and do something to fuckin get the hell out of here."

"What we are being subjected to here is abuse plain and simple. They spank us and tawse us as if were little children. Its profound abuse is what it is, and I am very fuckin tired of it! And I'm fuckin tired of hearing about conversion and having their bullshit shoved up my ass at every turn!"

Several of the boys in their cages waved their arms frantically at Darrin, putting their fingers to their lips in an attempt to shush him. But Darrin was too worked up and indignant, and ignored them as he continued, "It would be one thing if the staff were half way competent, but they have lost the ability to reason. Most of the counselors here wouldn't be able to get jobs as street sweepers, and if you think Camden is a deluded and immature zealot, then take a look at his father. Dr. Collins is a totally screwed up nut job, an alcoholic boozer, and has the brain of a housefly."

"I say that after breakfast tomorrow, all of you who are with me on this, just get up as a group and force our way out of here, and go to the media and report what's going on here. We can do it. If we went as a group we could easily overpower anyone of the counselors who try to stop us. I doubt if they have weapons. And if they did, what are they going to do? Shoot us?"

There was silence in the room. Darrin asked, "Are any of you with me? Can I see a show of hands?"

The room was totally quiet and everyone just looked at him. Darrin asked, "What is it? Are you afraid you'll have to get another one of their humiliating punishments?"

Darrin shook his head in amazement and asked, "What is it with you people? Why are you putting up with this?"

There was no answer. Darrin, frustrated finally shut up and plopped himself on his cot. All he could do at this point was to try and fall asleep.

***

The following morning, when Spencer was summoned to his father's office, he dreaded the moment. He knew why he was being summoned, for he had been apprised by Adam Cann what the security cameras in the cage room had captured from the previous evening; Darrin Fuller's exhortation to the boys in the cage room to rise up and force their way out of Rosewood Heights.

Dr. Elliot Collins treated his sons like children when he was upset with them, "Spencer Collins, I want to know exactly just how lax you have been in your control of the Fuller boy that he could have created such a scene as he did last night. It was dangerous; if only a few of the boys had decided to join him on his little adventure, it could have potentially created enough media frenzy to endanger our very operation! What have you got to say for yourself?"

"Dad, I'm as upset as anyone by this. But I assure you, I have not been lax in my application of training techniques on the Fuller kid."

"Oh really? Would you like me to replay the security tapes for you?"

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Not as much as you're going to be after I give you a lesson in being a man! Now take off all of your clothes, put on the nipple clamps, cinch your balls, then hop onto the treatment gurney and get into the enema position!"

Spencer, in resigned silence, did as ordered. Spencer was used to being punished and humiliated by his father for his shortcomings, even at 25 years of age. It was something he just accepted as natural as long as it was between just him and his father. Thus he had no problem baring himself in a degrading fashion in front of his father.

But Spencer knew and feared that if anyone else ever found out how he was treated by his father, he would probably die of shame.

One thing Spencer had learned in his 25 years was to never counter his father, even in the slightest. His father was an expert at humiliating his sons, and his father's creative ability in finding new ways to humiliate them seemed to know no bounds. And Spencer knew that any resistance or back talk infuriated his father to the highest degree, and was sure to increase the duration and humiliation level of any punishment that was due.

The fact that Spencer submitted, at his age, to his father's profoundly humiliating punishments was something that Spencer always tried to put in the back of his mind, and was in fact too ashamed to even attempt thinking clearly about it. When he did try to think about it, he was ashamed of the fact that not only was he submitting to something that he could talk to no one about, and that he wanted hidden from the world; but he was ashamed of the reasons he so readily submitted to such punishments.

He did not fully know why he did not resist his father, but he knew it had something to do with being unable to break the paternal bond; that maybe if he did he would not be able to make it on his own in the world.

So there he was, a 25-year old young man, applying painful nipple clamps to his perky tits, and cinching his low-hangers with a 'scrotal constrictor wrap'. When he was thus painfully outfitted, he hopped up onto the treatment gurney, reclined on his left side, and pulled his right knee up to his stomach to give his father full access to his anal sphincter.

As his father started to insert the enema nozzle up his behind, he spoke to his son, "Son, here you are a 25-year old man, a counselor at prestigious Rosewood Heights Treatment Center, and I still have to punish you as if you were a pre-teen! When are you going to finally stop with these almost monthly fuck-ups? Will I have to be doing this to you ten years from now? What would your mother think of you if she were still with us and could see you now?"

His father's words of reprimand, and the liquid streaming into his bowels, and the fact that he was once again submitting to his father's humiliating treatment, filled Spencer with gut-wrenching shame.

His father always made Spencer hold the enema solution in until he could take it no more and would finally plead with his father to let him release it. Once he was given permission, his father watched him empty and clean himself as if he were a three-year old, adding to his shame. But Spencer knew that the enema was just the beginning.

Once Spencer had cleaned himself, his father commanded, "Okay, it's duck-walking time; hands in back of your head, get into position, and keep waddling around the room until I return!"

Dr. Collins watched his son stoop into the duck-walking position, put his hands in back of his head, and begin duck waddling back and forth the length of his father's office.

Spencer's stern father looked on while he waddled. With his balls banded by the 'scrotal constrictor', Spencer's unit waggled and jiggled obscenely between his legs as he duck walked. Satisfied that he had brought his eldest son to a ripe degree of humiliation, Dr. Collins exited his office.

Duck walking can be extremely tiring, but Spencer knew that he had to keep walking, for he never wanted to have repeated the punishment he was given when his father returned and saw him resting from his waddling duty.

The humiliation of his father's punishments was so total that Spencer could not think about what he was doing, and at such times when he tried to put what was being done to him out of his mind, his body would react by bringing a forbidden pleasure to his loins. As if the body was trying to protect him from the pain of humiliation.

When Dr. Collins finally returned and called for Spencer to stop the duck-walk, a breathless and sweating Spencer was quick to stop walking and get into a standing position.

"Okay son, it's time to get you 'horsed' for a plugging! Humiliation is the best teacher, and there's nothing like a good old-fashioned plugging to bring you down to size!"

Spencer knew that this required that he get himself bent over the punishment 'horse' or trestle, and spread his legs wide, exposing his youthful cavity. He had hoped his father would have foregone this procedure and gone directly from the duck-walk to his actual beating, but he knew his father was especially upset with him today, and was not surprised by the request.

Once Spencer was bent over the 'horse', his father took a large gauge 'comfort stop' and began working it up his boy hole. To his son's moans Dr. Collins worked the comfort stop all the way up Spencer's bottom, and then began a slow in and out motion of the comfort stop.

Spencer was devastated, and his father's words, as he worked the comfort stop in and out of his son's hole, added to Spencer's total loss of dignity, "This is what homo boys like, Spencer. And since under your watch one of the homos in our program committed a grievous offense, you need to be reminded of what our program is fighting against!"

As Dr. Collins continued to dildo fuck his son, he attempted to drive the seriousness of his son's failings home, "Can you feel this thing going in and out of your asshole, boy? I hope it's not feeling good to you boy, because if it is, boy, I just may have to cage you and place you in the program!"

Spencer was crushed, "Please Dad, don't talk that way to me! Dad! You know I'm not a homo!"

As Dr. Collins worked the plug in and out of his hole, he reached underneath the horse and grabbed his son's organ of regeneration, "I don't know about that son, this thing feels pretty plump to me! Are you enjoying this?"

Spencer started to cry as he answered, "Dad, no! Please stop! Please Dad!'

Dr. Collins did not stop but continued to 'comfort stop' his oldest boy as he squeezed the length of his eldest boy's man rod as hard as he could.

"Please Dad, stop! I'm not gay! I'm not gay! Ohhhmygawd, Dad, please, stop."

Spencer's total sobbing breakdown convinced Dr. Collins that his son was not a fag, and he immediately stopped the pumping action, and slowly pulled the comfort stop out of his son's hole.

Next his father fitted his eldest son with a punishment corset and ordered him to get back on the treatment gurney for his beating and into position for the ferule.

It was bad enough that his father used the ferule on him, for a ferule is basically a stiffened rubber stick or flat ruler with a widened end, formerly used for punishing children; but he had to get into the diaper position, on his back, with his legs pulled up and held in place by his arms. Thus Spencer was fully exposed like a baby getting diapered, and in such a position his father could easily apply the ferrule with full force to not only his buttocks, but to the legs and to all of the most sensitive areas of his inner thighs.

And to further the humiliation, his father secured him to the gurney by attaching chains from his two nipple clamps and his scrotal cinch to the gurney, so that Spencer knew that if he bucked around too much during his beating he could risk tearing his flesh.

The beating then began, and the worst part of it for Spencer was that he could not help but start bawling like a helpless naughty boy. If anyone of his friends could hear or see him now, the highly respected young counselor from Rosewood Heights, he would have no choice, he felt, but to die.

Spencer's father feruled him long and hard, often taking his free hand to spread his son's knees as wide apart as possible so he could redden every available area of rump, leg, and thigh flesh.

Even as Spencer screamed in anguish, his father continued the beating. Dr. Collins was determined that his eldest son would grow to become a man like himself, a man of the highest fortitude and virtue.

Once the beating was over, a defeated Spencer, still on the treatment gurney, rolled onto his tummy and cried his eyes out.

After a few minutes, his father had more encouraging words for his eldest son, "Let me warn you son, if there is ever again such a breach on your watch, I am going to have you fitted with a permanent corset and leg braces. And they will stay on until I feel you can once again successfully take on manly responsibilities!"

A devastated Spencer sobbed, "Sir, yes sir!"

Spencer dressed and hurriedly left his father's office in search of his brother Camden.

***

At 1 PM the boys are accompanied back to their cages by their instructors for their required two hours of reading, 'homework', and memorization sessions. It was only a short while after being returned to their cages that the boys heard the large door to their cage room opening.

Camden and Spencer entered, each carrying an armload of strange-looking implements and straps, went up to Darrin's cage, unlocked it, and ordered him to follow them. They marched Darrin out of the cage room, locking the cage room door behind them.

Camden led the way, Darrin was behind him, and Spencer followed. The brothers looked angry, and neither one said anything. They led Darrin down a corridor that Darrin had never seen before, and stopped in front of a large metal door. Spencer opened the door and Darrin was shocked at what he saw; a large cross in the middle of the room.

Spencer grabbed Darrin by the shoulder and guided him in, "Now we're going to have to do to you what they did to criminals of old; crucify you!"

To be continued...

Posted: 08/15/14