Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 15

"Base, this is Officer Jacobs I have an ETA of 15 minutes with subject."

"10-4 Jacobs we will be waiting for you what is the location of the subject's car?"

"Corner of West Peoria and West Grand in Peoria, Sir"

"Thank you Jacobs."

"Ted, I want you and Jed to talk with Doc and find out what you need to do.  I want the car to be found within a block of the house and whatever the Doc recommends to leave the impression that Dan went up with the house," said Craig.

"No problem Sir, we'll take care of it.  Are you sure you don't want Jed to stay here for when Dan arrives?" asked Ted.

"No I want him to go with you and take care of things.  He should have a pretty good idea of what needs to be done.  I will handle Dan Goodrich when he arrives, I've already called Dale and he's working on the papers.  Of course as far as any one else will know Dan died when he blew up the house.  I do need verification if Alice and Abby were in the house at the time it went.  The scanners have confirmed that the fire department has responded to the address and the house is demolished."

"I'll let you know as soon as things are taken care of Sir," said Ted.

"Very well I'll talk to you then.  In the meantime I think I'll let the rest of the guys know what we have learned so far. Jason if you would like to come with me."

"Thank you sir, how long do you think it will be before we know for sure about Mom and Aunt Alice?" asked Jason.

"It could be a few hours or even tomorrow morning, it depends upon how fast the crew can inspect the premises and find them if they are there."

"I hope they aren't, but I'll bet if Uncle Dan blew up the house he made sure Aunt Alice was there. I just don't know why he would want to hurt Mom."

"There is no way explaining what people do, or have in their mind. Let's see if we can get any information from him when we get him in."

"Sir, may I make a request?"

"What is it Jason?"

"Sir may I see what happens every step of the way as Uncle Dan goes through?"

"I really think that perhaps it would be good for all four of you to watch what happens.  I know there were a few things that I said we would show you later. This may be the ideal time," answered Craig.

"Thank you Sir, I would appreciate it.  I think I can speak for all us when I say that we realize the great difference between what we have gone through and what one of the inductees actually goes through.  We enjoy the level of treatment we received but had the knowledge that we would eventually walk away.  We all know that our fathers and grandfathers or other relatives love us and would lay down their lives for us and we would, for them.  Our exposure was harsh at times but gave us something to measure ourselves against.  We can feel we did achieve something in enduring it.  The rings will be a constant reminder of our accomplishment and a source of pride, at least for me.  I'm sure the other guys feel the same way. For all of this I want to thank you.  I know that an inductee has no similar prospect in his mind.  He has committed something for which his freedom is being taken away. His life is forever being altered and he is powerless to do anything about it.  I can see where that would break a man's spirit.  For his sin's he faces a two edge sword.  On one side his freedom is gone, he can no longer decide for himself, but on the other side he no longer has the need to make any decisions, everything he will do or say will be told to him.  He no longer has any responsibilities other than to do as he is expected to do. In a way he has been freed in a way that no free man can be."

"Very insightful Jason, in a matter of words you have encapsulated the entire principle of slavery, its pros and cons, each of the arguments for and the arguments against it.  I believe with that insight you can then begin to understand the great responsibility that we take on when we bring each inductee into this facility."

"Thank you Sir, I would like to ask one other thing if I may?"

"And that would be?"

"From your statements before, will you actually allow the four of us to engage in some play with you, Greg and the other men?"

"I'm sure when we have things under control and the dust is settled we'll find time to be together. Don't think me an old perv but I would love some time to play with you and the other three now that all of you are old enough to participate.  I certainly realize that the four of you have engaged in activities that I would never have thought of when I was your age."

As they arrived back at the study they entered to find the men there in the midst of comforting each other.

"Dad," said Phil. "We were all concerned but didn't know what you wanted us to do, so we just decided to console each other a bit while we waited for you. Do we have any new information?"

"And you didn't even wait for me, Jason and I were discussing how we would all like to get together, I see you guys didn't waste any time."

"Sorry granddad, but why waste the opportunity," said Jimmy as he pulled himself out of his father's arms.

"That's all right; just giving you a hard time, of course if it weren't for the situation right now there is something else hard I can think of that I'd like to give you.  We don't have word verifying if Alice and Abby were in the house but we strongly suspect they were.  Dan should be here shortly and Jason has asked if the four of you could observe the entire process.  I think it would be a good idea so if you want to come with me we have a room where by monitors, you can hear and see everything that will occur.  The advantage is, he will not be able to see any of you.  I want you to come with me now and we'll get you set so you don't miss anything."

Officer Jacobs pulled into the facility and signed over his charge to the intake attendant.  Within moments Dan was escorted down the hall and into an interrogation room.

Cuffs had been placed around his wrists and then through a loop on the table making movement rather restrictive.  The cameras were on in the room and from the observation room Evan, Bobby, Jimmy and Jason could see everything and hear every word.

Craig entered the room with his folder in hand and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Dan Goodrich, you are here because of the threats you have made and evidently carried out against your wife."

"That bitch, she ruined my son, and our lives, she didn't deserve to live," spat out Dan.

"Did her sister Abby have reason to give up her life as well?" asked Craig.

"Hell yes, she did, she was cut from the same fucking cloth.  All she could say was that it was Mar's life and as parents, our job was to support him in any way we could no matter.  I ain't supporting no damn fag! My only son and she thought it was just fine for him to become a damn fudge-packing pansy ass homo! If I could get my hands on that little piss-ant I’d kill him too.  It's just too damn bad he wasn't in the house at the same time so he could have gone up with them. I made damn sure they were both right there in the den right above the furnace when it blew up.  I'll bet they'll be lucky to find any of their bones still attached.  The charge I used should have blown them both to kingdom come and back.  It just ain't natural for one man to carry on with another man like that. It just ain't natural!" reeled off Dan as fast as he could shout it out.

"Oh God Jason, I can't believe your Uncle is so narrow-minded,' said Evan.

"No different than a lot of people out there, have you ever seen the statistics of how many children are turned out on the streets each year when their parents find out they are gay.  My cousin Mars was lucky enough to have his mother stand up for him, but in many households the other parent doesn't do that and the kid gets kicked out to die on the streets. Mars got away and is going to school, the last I heard he was studying to be a social worker.  I know that may not be the greatest job in the world but there is a lot of satisfaction if you can help someone who otherwise might not even live to see adulthood," responded Jason.

"You know maybe we should have a discussion with our Dad's and Granddads to see if there is something we can do to help," added Jimmy.

"Count me in, I'd be willing to help if we could find a way," said Bobby.

"So you are telling me that you know for sure that Abby and Alice were in the house and killed by the blast?" asked Craig.

"Damn straight and I'd do it again if they weren't, but I done did things right the first time and got them both.  I said I would take the bitch out and that's just what I did!" stated Dan proudly.

"And you have absolutely no remorse?" asked Craig.

"Not a damn bit, as far as I'm concerned they can both rot in hell till it freezes over!"

"And did you really think you would get away with it?"

"Well if it hadn't been for that damn pig, I still don't know why in the hell he stopped me, I would have been long gone and no one would have ever found me.  Besides, there is still that pansy-assed Mars to get rid of.  A man can't allow a son to be like that and live; it's a disgrace.  It's my responsibility to get that fucker off the face of the earth. If you guys hadn't stopped me I'd have found him and taken care of him too."

"I don't think that will happen.  As a matter of fact I think you will have a change of heart before we are finished. I also believe somehow or another you will end up apologizing to Mars before we are done."

"You sure as hell got your head up your ass if you think that day will ever come, what are you another one of those fudge-packing hanky twirling pussies too? Besides what the hell do you think you can do? What else is there but bring me up before a fucking judge and even if he does deny bail the worse I can get is a death sentence that will probably take years to even think about.  By then who gives a fuck. I'll die an old man, if they do execute so what, I'd rather be dead than face society with a homo son like Mars out there."

"You do have the wrong picture of what's going to happen.  You aren't going to see any judge.  You aren't going to any regular prison.  As far as society is concerned you have already died, and your hell is going to start very soon and is not going to end any time soon.  This is a special facility with special means to deal with people like you. You are going to be put through a training program that is going to completely change your attitude.  Mark my words, you'll wish for the company of another man before long, as that will be the only pleasure you will be able to find within all the pain and agony you'll suffer every hour of every day for the rest of your life."

"You're so full of shit, I don't know where in the hell your head is or what you've been smoking but there is no way your going to make me come near that fag stuff.  I'm too much of a man to ever degrade myself to that level," spat out Dan.

"We'll just see about that.  Guard if you will assist me."

A guard entered the room and took position beside Dan.

"If you will remove the cuffs from the table we can get started," requested Craig.

"Certainly Sir, no problem," replied the guard as he used a key and opened the loop holding the chain between the cuffs.  Grabbing Dan by the back of his shirt collar he stood him up kicking the chair out from under him.

Craig came around the table and pulling out a small knife started on the shirt at the back of the neck and cut it to the bottom hem as he pulled it out of Dan's trousers.  The next slits went up the arms and then he grabbed the front of the collar and ripped the shirt away.

"What the hell! What are you doing?" yelled Dan.

"Just getting you ready, you won't need any clothes where you are going," replied Craig as he wielded the knife down each hip of the trousers to the bottom of the leg and with a pull in the front took them completely away.  A few cuts to his tee shirt, and it was soon in shreds upon the floor. "Would you like to remove your own shoes and socks or shall we do that too." Dan leaned forward and with a certain degree of difficulty due to the cuffs did manage to remove his shoes and socks.  As he stood back up a definite tent could be seen in the front of his boxers.  "So you get off on a man stripping you don't you?"

"Hell no you fucking moron, NO I DON'T"

"Well that isn't what your cock is saying; look at that officer it's at full mast. Bet its wishing it had some guy to stick into! And you are the one screaming about homos, looks to me like you are one."

"No way, I don't know what's going on but you sure as hell don't turn me on!"

The next flick of the knife left the boxers in shreds and Dan stood with a full erection.  He tried to move his hands to cover his genitals but wasn't able to do so when the guard grabbed one elbow and Craig grabbed the other, pushing him up to the table. Craig took a tape measure and measured the length of his erection and its diameter at the base and at the corona. Marking them into the folder he instructed, "Get up on the table with your shoulders to the table and on your knees, spread your knees apart. Put your hands behind your head."

Greg pulled a glove out of his pocket and a bottle of lube. Applying some of the lube to the fingers of one glove he forced his lubed finger through the anus causing Dan to shriek as he was penetrated.  Rubbing his finger around, he lubed another finger and inserted it as well.  Skillfully he found and gauged the size and texture of the prostate gland. Removing his fingers he tossed off the glove and wrote his analysis into the folder.  Using both hands he began to lightly skim over Dan's skin, starting with his ass cheeks then moving on to gauge the size and weight of his balls as well as his general musculature.  All details were written into the file as he repeated the entries out loud.  Having completed the examination and giving the explanation that the body which he was examining was now his to do with as he pleased, he instructed Dan to sit up and spreading his knees rest his buttocks on his feet and jack himself off.  Dan immediately began a tirade, refusing to do so.  Craig reached into his pocket and pulled out his stunner and quickly immobilized Dan.  The shock to his system caused him to fall flat on the table and pull himself into fetal position.  As soon as he recovered he was told to reassume the proper position and do as instructed, otherwise it would be done for him.  One way or another he would ejaculate. Dan got into position but claimed that he could not jack himself with the cuffs.  Craig nodded to the guard and he reached forward and began to work over Dan's cock.  The stiffness lost when he had received the shock was quickly returned, and in no time the guard had Dan to the brink of orgasm.  As he began to shoot he tried to pull back and yelled for them to stop but the guard continued to stroke him violently, milking every last drop from him. When he was finally drained, Craig reached forward with his finger and putting it into the cream spewed on the table, lifted it to his lips and verbalized an analysis of the texture and taste.  He noted these and the quantity in his file then turned to Dan and said," Now clean up your mess."

Dan looked about the room as if he were looking for a towel or rag.

"Clean it up with your tongue,"

"No way in hell!" shouted Dan.

Craig reached forward and administered another shock. When Dan recovered Craig said, "Shall we try again. Clean it up!"

Dan couldn't stand the thought of another shock and leaned over the table and began to lick up his spilt nectar.

"That's better now for your next stop, let's go"

They headed towards the medical exam room and upon entering found the doc waiting for them.

"Standard exam and blood work for this one. Let me know as soon as you are finished.  The guard will stay with and assist.  You may feel free to use the prod on a medium setting.  I want the results of the blood work as soon as possible.  By the way do you have one of the new shock collars?"

"Yes sir they came in last week I haven't tried one of them yet, didn't have any orders for enough of a bad-ass to need one," answered the doctor.

"Well this bad-ass is going to get to try one out. Let me know when you get it on him, better yet, as soon as you pull the one you are going to use, let me know the serial number so I can get the programming started."

"Yes sir, if you want to hold for just a moment I'll pull one and give you the number off of it."

"Good, sounds like an excellent idea to me."

"Here you are sir, number 37756980. Frequency H."

"Good that isn't the G Frequency.  I understand the H series has a bit more of a bite to it than the G.  We will soon see.  They cost enough, we might as well see if we are getting our money's worth."

The doctor proceeded with his exam and drew the blood.  With a minor adjustment he fitted the collar and snapped it into place around Dan's neck.

"Sir, the collar has been attached and is ready for testing," said the doc seemingly in mid-air.

"Thank you, stand back for testing.  Is Dan secured in place?" said Craig over the PA.

"Yes sir, restrained at the wrists, chest, legs, ankles and waist Sir."

"Good I'll try the first setting."

Dan jerked in place as a look of pain crossed his face. "Damn, what the hell was that?" yelled Dan a moment later as the shock subsided.

"That is your collar, anytime you are in need of correction that is one way it can be given.  A wrong response, speaking out of turn or any transgression can cause you to receive a shock.  The collar is also wired into a perimeter alarm.  Should you somehow, and it's never been done, approach the edge of the property the collar will send you a shock sufficient to knock you out.  You received the first of ten levels.  I believe a few more are about to be tested."

Another shock struck giving Dan the look of someone in the throws of a stroke. "OH FUCK!!!!!!!, you're going to kill me with this fucking collar, STOP!."

"Oh, we won't kill you.  The levels are designed to cause pain but will not in any other way harm you. You won't suffer a heart attack or anything else besides the pain.  You may feel like you are having one but you aren't.  You will live to receive it again, as many times as needed even if the blow causes you to black out, "said Craig over the loudspeaker.

Craig no sooner finished his statement when another stronger shock was inflicted by the collar.  Dan almost passed out as he shrieked in terror.

"I think we have gotten the point across for now. Guard I want this man moved to Block A and suspended as usual for the night."

"Sir, yes Sir!"

The guard assisted the doctor in the removal of the restraints and replaced the cuffs on Dan's wrists. "Any false move and I will use the collar to shock you," he warned as he accepted the transmitter from the doc and affixed it to his belt. "This way."

The guard and Dan entered a large room.  Surrounding the room were cages.  In each of the cages was one man each. The height of the cage was short, not allowing its prisoner to stand but instead forcing him to crouch down with his thighs about parallel with the floor.  Each man hands were pulled to his sides and suspended by cuffs to the top of the cage. A bar had been placed between the ankles and kept them wider than shoulder width apart.  Nothing else could be seen within the cage, only the bars forming it, allowing full vision of the inhabitant.  A single hook fastened the bar to the bottom of the cage further removing any possibility of movement.

With no lost motions, the guard with the assistance of another and with a hand kept near the transmitter, maneuvered Dan into the cage and into position.  The night would certainly not be a comfortable one for Dan. Once all the manacles were in place the guard closed the door to the cage and engaged the lock on it as well.  A hose hung from above and was close enough so that water could be gotten. The end of the hose was shaped as a phallus and required a particular sucking action to release any water.  Dan was repulsed by the thought of what he would have to do, but could clearly see other individuals performing the required task to receive a drink.  He was thirsty beyond belief as he tried to find some little movement that might yield just a little relief.  Little did he know that while drawing blood the doctor had administered a diuretic that would make him excessively thirsty.  Time passed and his thirst finally won out forcing him to attempt to take water.  As soon as the smallest amount was received he backed off hoping it would satiate his thirst and he would not need to continue the abnormal actions. Even though his mind realized he was only trying to get needed water, the actions were that of someone he claimed not to be.  He had to mimic a cock sucker and he could not bear the thought of doing so. He would find himself locked in this torturous position for the rest of the night.  It was bad enough that he had to defile himself just to get water, his position was so uncomfortable that his knees were beginning to ache after a very short time. His calves and thighs began to burn with agony and his arms, his arms and chest were causing major discomfort.  His shoulders were becoming sore.  He had no idea how long he had been in this position. There were no clocks any where to be seen.  His watch had been removed before he was even led to the interrogation room.  Suddenly his collar came to life repeating the level of shock he had first been introduced to, the mildest setting, but in the position his body was in, even that level of shock was torture like he had never felt.  The lights were dimmed but not turned out.  There was just enough light that he could see his position and that damned cock shaped faucet that he had to manipulate to receive the precious water that his body was begging for. At odd intervals the collar continued to shock him.  It was impossible to sleep, but if he had been able to, just to shut his eyes long enough to start to drift off, the shock jerked his body back to full consciousness and exacerbated his predicament.  As the hours went by the meal he had eaten before detonating the bomb, worked its way through his system and he found himself in the more uncomfortable pains of needing to empty his bowels.  His cries for help went unheeded and finally losing all control his body forced him to defecate in place, held ever so tightly by his bonds. The stink rose to invade his nostrils as his stool lie below him on the base of the cage.  His bladder had also let loose and only added to not only his physical but mental discomfort.

When morning finally came a guard entered the room and with a powerful hose cleaned away the mess left not only by Dan but by several others.  While cleaning the cages no attempt was made to avoid the inhabitants, as a matter of fact the hose was focused on them numerous times with a special attention paid to their groin.  The hose would sweep back and forth over their body from their face to their neck to their shoulders and arms then down zigzagging across their chests, catching both legs and then dead center the guard would focus it right at their dick and balls.  It even seemed that as the area was being targeted the stream was being concentrated to a more needle sharp pinpoint so that it could render a higher level of pain.  After the shower the men were untouched, they just remained to air dry.

The four sons had spent the night in their father's bedrooms.  Jason and Jed had held each other close throughout the night and cried on each other's shoulders as the gravity of the situation sank into their brains.  They had both lost a person they loved dearly.  Jed had loved his wife since the day they had met.  He had been overjoyed when she accepted his proposal.  From their union they had born a son, Jason, the person now that Jed had found he loved in a way he could never have imagined.  He had been concerned what would happen if his wife ever became aware of his relationship with his son.  From what he had been told of Dan's statement he felt that his wife would be understanding for Jason but he could not fathom that she might ever accept the feelings that he was having and especially for his own son. But now with her gone, he could continue the relationship with Jason without fear of her disapproval.  It was saddening that should a terrible act could solve a problem but that was what had happened.  Who was he to question what took place.

He looked forward to Saturday morning with a certain degree of dread but at the same time with the assurance that he and Jason were free to develop their bond to the fullest degree. His home had too many memories, he would have to speak to Greg and see if something could be arranged for him and Jason. Jason had already informed him that the four had discussed things and Jason was moving into the house with the other three for the last semester of college.  Perhaps he could make some arrangement as had Don and Coach and move into the mansion with the others, then when the sons moved back they would all be together.

His conscious was also bothering him to a certain extent. Ted and he had spoken with the doctor and they had come up with a plan which had been carried out to make everyone think that Dan had died in the explosion along with Alice and Abby.  His car was found just a block from the house and it would not take any convincing to have the case closed declaring Dan as the one who had blown up the house and the occupants and unfortunately for him, took his own life at the same time.  After all his years on the force and his families  connections with the force he felt uncomfortable doing what he had done but he realized full well that this was the only way to insure Dan would receive the punishment he deserved. Jason and Bill assured him that this was justice in the purest form and Dan could not be a better candidate for it.

The next task at hand was to locate Mars.  They would need to arrange some type of service to bring closure to everything and Mars needed to know what had happened.  It had been his mother's love that had sent him away and protected him from the wrath of his father.  Now Jed needed to discuss with Greg and Craig just what could be done to give Mars the support he would need.

As the men gathered for breakfast the discussion turned first to what would happen with Dan today, and then to what needed to be done for the services.

"I believe that the inspection last night determined that there are insufficient remains to use for a burial for anyone that was involved, so it looks like a memorial service may be the only answer." announced Ted to the group.

"I see what you mean, but what about their son Mars?" asked Greg.

"Ted, I want you to start digging and see if you can find Mars, then we can arrange to bear the bad news," said Craig.

"Sir, I have an email address for Mars that I can probably contact him at.  He wouldn't let me know his address but gave me the email so I could keep in touch.  I never gave him an hassle when he outed himself to the family and tried to support him so I thing that kept us on somewhat good terms, I didn't mention it before because I wasn't sure of what was going on and truthfully was too disturbed about Mom to think about it," said Jason.

"Excellent do you have that address with you?" asked Ted.

"No sir it's in my dorm on my computer but we could call my roommate later and he could access it for us and send it here."

"Good Evan you have a computer set up in your room would you help Jason to get that?" asked Greg,

"Sure no problem, Sir as soon as Jason thinks we can get in touch with him."

"Evan, I'm still granddad, you don't have to call me Sir at the breakfast table," said Greg.

"I know granddad, but I like the sound of it, especially if it means you're going to be working on my butt or somewhere else," chided Evan.

"I'll work on something all right, but just remember in this house we're equal opportunity players, we all get to play both sides and as much as I would love to whip that ass of yours right now I drool at the thought of you working over mine," retorted Greg to a chorus of "Amen’s" around the table from all present.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/01/10