Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 16

To: Grdmars@netwrks.com

Sub: Need to get in touch

From:Jelroy@usniv.edu

Mars,

Several things have happened which make it necessary to get in touch as soon as possible. Please call me collect at 1-602-555-1345 as soon as you get this email.   There will be no further problem with your father.  It is safe to return to Phoenix.  Please call me as soon as possible.

Jason

Mars couldn't believe as he read the email from his cousin that he could actually return home.  What had happened?  He had been at school for a year and a half after the scene with his Dad.  His mother had stood by him and filed for a divorce.  She had taken the house which made his father all the worse.  When he threatened to cause them both bodily harm his Mother had convinced him to leave, go away to school and make something of himself.  She didn't want him to be harmed either physically or mentally for the rest of his life because his father was of such an attitude.  Maybe with time things could be worked out, but until then it would be best if he were somewhere far away.

He had decided to go out east and with his Mother's blessing and regular deposits to an account he had, he was able to apply himself to his school work.  He had always dreamed of becoming a social worker.  He felt that circumstances just as his, needed people who could understand and be there to help those teens who had not been as fortunate as he to have at least one parent who did care and supported him.  All too often both parents turned on the teen and he or she would be forced to live on the streets, many times not making it to the age of 21.  The physical and mental strains placed on these kids was more than any child should ever have to shoulder.  These individuals were just that, they were still kids.  No matter what else may be, even though they had determined their lifelong orientation, they were still kids and needed the support of a family.  If their family was not going to be there for them, then something had to make up the difference.  Mars felt that this was his calling; someday he would be in a position to help these unfortunate children.

He had already found himself in a difficult position.  Here he was a college student, an individual who by definition usually had a difficult time of things financially and only partway into his studies he certainly was not prepared to do his life's work.  That night a while back, as he returned to his apartment he could never have been less prepared for what would await him.

Entering into his building he almost stumbled over someone just inside the entry.  It was a cold night and this creature had snuck into the vestibule of the building to get some protection from the elements.  In this particular part of the east the weather could be quite brutal and it had dipped to below twenty degrees that particular afternoon.

Mars could not ignore the person and ask if he could help. With a small shaky voice the blond boy about sixteen years of age replied that he was homeless and hadn't eaten for several days.  The cold was just too much and he had found his way into the building for warmth.  He asked if there was something he could do for Mars for which Mars could provide him with something to eat.

Without any self concern Mars helped the boy to his feet and told him to come with him to his apartment.  Over the next hour and between several bowls of ramen noodles and some hot chocolate the boy relayed his story.

Glenn had been the only son of a well to do family.  He had attended the best of schools and always had whatever he wanted.  Turning sixteen three months ago his father had even bought him a new car, a convertible, not the most prudent for the area's climate, but the dream of a teenager. It had been a bright yellow Mustang convertible.  Glenn loved that car, but more importantly he loved a good buddy of his who he had known since before kindergarten.  His father had caught them together in the back seat of the car making out and in doing so; found that his only son was also gay.  This was a fact that he could not tolerate.

Glenn's father had blown up at the scene and would have beaten up both boys if they hadn't gotten away so fast. They had grabbed their clothes and ran from the car in the opposite direction of his father as quickly as possible. When Glenn arrived at home his father was still fuming.  His mother stood by and said nothing, just glared at him with a look of despair.  His father informed him that he would not tolerate a fucking homo in his home and Glenn was to leave. Glenn went to his room and started to pack, not having any idea where he would go.  As he was packing his father came into the room and informed him that nothing in the room belonged to him and he was to leave now.  Glenn went to grab the keys to his car but, before he could grasp them his father had.  Glenn's father then told him there was no way in hell that he was getting the car and he better just get his ass out of his house.  He never wanted to see him again and didn't give a damn what would happen to him.

Glenn started to argue and ask why with him only being sixteen; his father was doing this, without anything how could he survive?  His father looked at him coldly and stated that he didn't support faggots and didn't care what happened to him; as far as he was concerned he no longer had a son. When Glenn started to approach his Dad, he felt first a slap to his face, then a punch to his gut.  As he writhed in pain doubled over, his father grabbed him by his belt and escorted him to the door.  Unceremoniously he literally threw him out of the side door of the house and slammed it shut behind him, all the while making the comment that he was lucky he was leaving him with the clothes on his back.

Glenn had tried to contact some of his friends, first of all his buddy whom he had been with, but it seems that his father had called the other fathers and made sure he would not be welcome.  The other boys Glenn knew were afraid that if they crossed their fathers they too might end up in a similar condition.  Several of the guys did arrange to meet him somewhere and give him a little cash but it didn't amount to very much and didn't last very long no matter how he tried to stretch it.  He was under the false impression that it would be of no good to try to go to the police because his father had warned him that being over 16 he would report him as a run-away and if he was apprehended by the police would be incarcerated.  Glenn was even more afraid of what might happen then, especially if it got out that he was gay.

Mars felt for Glenn and had to help him.  Though he lived frugally somehow he had to provide for this boy.  Something he was in him attracted him immediately.  When he found that Glenn had been on the streets for a little over a month and had fallen into some drugs, the decision was all the more concrete.  Here was an individual who was cast aside like a piece of garbage.  Living on the streets he had been tempted by drugs and gotten hooked on them making his situation even worse.  He had prostituted himself in order to try to support his need for food, but the need for drugs became paramount and was leading him to a path of self-destruction that would probably end soon in a grave, just another statistic.

Mars got him cleaned up after being fed and put him to bed in his bed.  This boy needed someone to care for him. Several weeks had passed and as Glenn improved he stole a very special part of Mars' heart.  Mars knew it wasn't right to become emotionally involved but the emotions were too strong.  He soon found he was in love with this boy.  With the age difference that too was a problem.  If authorities found out, he could be prosecuted for contributing to the delinquency of a minor and rape.  It was too important for Mars not to fall into that trap and he found himself constantly aching in his wish to go further with Glenn. Instead he avoided any actual sex act.  It was very difficult for both, but Mars did his best to convince Glenn that it would have to be that way.  In time, when Glenn reached eighteen, things could be different, but for now they could not engage in any acts of sex.

The email had Mars all the more concerned, what would happen now with Glenn.  He could only trust that somehow things would work out so he called Jason.

"Hello, Jason, this is Mars"

"Mars, I am so glad you got the email.  How are you?"

"OK, a lot going on with school and all, but you know how that is don't you?  Aren't you in your final year?" asked Mars.

"Yeah finally, but man we need to talk there has been some pretty heavy stuff going down.  Where are you?"

"Well you know I am out east, I didn't want to tell anyone just where because of Dad."

"I know that, but that's not a concern right now.  I need to know exactly where you are."

"Are you sure Jason, what is going on?"

"Listen Mars I can't explain over the phone, I need to do it in person."

"What do you mean in person?  Jason what's going on? Tell me something man!" stated Mars getting more agitated by the moment.

"Mars, it is very important that you come back to Phoenix as soon as possible.  I will make arrangements as soon as you will tell me where you are so I can set up your airline ticket.  You have got to get back here now."

"Jason there is another problem, I can't explain it right now but I have someone with me I can't leave alone."

"Not a problem man I'll set up tickets for two just tell me what I need to know so I can get your asses back here."

"OK, you never where one to take no for an answer and I presume you also refuse to tell me anything more?"

"That's right man not tell I see you in person, so give!"

Mars proceeded to give the needed info to Jason plus a little bit of the story behind Glenn, while they were still on the phone, Craig sitting there in the office the whole time and listening in on the conversation, had booked flights for the two for the very afternoon.  Mars was to get to the airport and there he could pick up the tickets for both himself and Glenn.  By four that afternoon they would pick up the two at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix.

"See you later buddy," said Jason as they concluded the call.

"You too, but I wish you would tell me something now!" retorted Mars.

"In due time, when you are here, not before.  Have a safe flight."

"I thing it is time we proceeded with the next steps for Dan," said Craig as he picked up the phone and called the center.

"I need Dan Goodrich removed from his cage and given normal cleanout procedures and body shave, leave the pit hair, remove all other, have him in the Red Room in forty-five minutes," ordered Craig.

"What will those procedures entail, if I may ask?" asked Jason.

"A series of enemas and shaving, if you and the others would like to observe get together and meet me back here in the next five minutes and we'll go over to the center to watch."

"Yes Sir I'm sure we will all be there."

Ten minutes later the five, Craig, Jason, Evan, Bobby, and Jimmy accompanied by Jed and Greg entered the observation room.  On the screens they could see Dan hanging by wrist cuffs in the shower room receiving a body shave.  Every bit of his hair was removed with the exception of that under his arms.  When they took him down from the hooks he was ordered to kneel and even the hair on his head, and eyebrow and lashes were cleaned away.  Three full enemas were administered and his pains could be heard as he fought the procedures.  Shocks were given at least five times thru the procedures.  He just didn't seem to learn.  He chose not to cooperate, which would have reduced the pain, or he had to run off at the mouth with his obscenities, either one would earn him a correction.  The collar was all too able to give it to him.

At the appointed time Dan was moved to the Red Room, Craig moved into position at a console where he would be able to talk to Dan over the PA as things would progress.  The others remained in their seats to observe just what was going to transpire.

"Dan you still haven't learned anything yet, have you?" asked Craig.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about, I ain't no damn fag and don't like being treated like one!" shouted Dan.

"Well over the next bit of time I think you will have a change of attitude. Whip master have him positioned per instructions."

Several attendants took Dan and began to affix him to a frame in the middle of the room.

Each wrist was encased with a piece of metal that was about eighteen inches long with a round area in the center that encompassed the wrist.  Bridging over the hand in an arc was another piece of metal that cupped over the ends of each finger.  A clamp fastened down on the end of the finger keeping the finger in place and the fingers of the hand fully extended in a fan like manner.  The ends of the metal bar were positioned across the corners of the frame pulling the arms taught at a forty-five degree angle to the body.

Each foot was placed into a special metal object that left the bottom of the foot exposed and grasped each toe, slightly spreading them.  The skin area between the toes was exposed and with the coverings over the toes they actually formed a v, allowing an object to travel down the crevice and unable to avoid the tender skin area between the toes. These were fastened at the bottom corner of the frame, also spreading the ankles apart in such a way that the body now formed a very tight X.  A center support held the waist in place, with one piece of metal formed across the back just above the hips and a leather strap across the abdomen holding it tightly down.

The frame was movable in several ways and could fold in the middle.  After being secured the frame was moved into position suspended Dan in a laying position as if he were on his back. The apparatus then began to fold and his feet were brought over his head.

"The first thing we are going to do is test you pain level. Feel free to scream as much as you want it doesn't matter at this point," said Craig.

The whip master then took a cane and landed it first across the bottom of one foot and then the other. Each blow was accentuated with a cry of pain from Dan.  The area between each of his toes then received the cane.  The blows were swift and had but thirty seconds or so between them.  After all the areas between the toes had received a blow the whip master went back and started over until each area had received five kisses of the cane.

"As you have chosen a path to be destructive to others, let the pain in your feet bring to mind how your path as provided pain to those who once loved you.  The marks on your feet will last as scars and shall serve as a reminder," said Craig.

With that the whip master picked up his whip and with four blows made a X on the bottom of each foot splitting the skin in such a way that a scar would surely be left for life.

The frame began to rotate and Dan was in an upright position as if standing.

"You should pray that those who have loved you should forgive you, while you are praying you should be on your knees asking their forgiveness."

The whip sliced through the air and struck just behind the knees just breaking the skin so that a scar would be left but not further damaging the knees.

"As you walk remember the pain you have forced upon your son, his is mental, yours shall be both mental and physical," said Craig.

Dan shouted as the whip landed across his Achilles tendons first on one leg and then the other.  Damage would result that would pain him in every step.

The whip master moved around to the front and took his position.

"You have lost your heart in the treatment of those who loved you. We will forever mark the spot where it should have been."

The whip cracked forth again and with two strokes left an X on his breast where his heart should be.

Dan had been screaming with each blow to the extent that his voice was now going hoarse.  As the second blow assaulted his chest he fainted.  An attendant threw a bucket of salt water on him and he revived.

"Since you claim to not be interested in the pleasures of the flesh and abhor the ways of the homosexual you will be reminded of the areas that can bring pleasure.  However, your reminder will be that of pain."

With the control for which he was noted, the whip master lashed out with his instrument. Dan thought his chest would explode as the tip of the whip bit at one nipple and then the other.  They responded by engorging with blood and turning a bright red but not a drop of blood was spilt.  Next the whip attacked the area under his arms and the question of why he had not been shaved there was soon answered.  Each nip of the whip grasped hair and ripped it out.  As if the whip could not cause enough pain, the ripping of his hair made it all the worse.  The lashes continued until every vestige of hair had been removed.

Moving back behind Dan once again, the whip master began to pepper his back and ass.  Each blow left a strike of pain but did not break the skin.  Within a short time no sign of lashes would be seen anywhere on his back or buttocks.

"With your hands you have taken two lives, people who loved you but you betrayed.  So that you will never forget what you hands have done they will be marked."

The whip made two trips to the top of each of Dan's hands and left the skin split so it would scar.  An X had again been formed this time on the back, top of his hands.  Moving into position the same was done to the palms of his hands so that they would forever more be marked.

The frame began to move again and Dan found himself again in a lying position with his feet over his head.  The ball stretcher and separator that had been applied to his tackle held his balls extended from his body, tightly enclosed with the skin pulled paper thin.  His cock had erected and stood proudly above him, red and engorged.  With the angle of his legs and his bent body every inch of his tackle was well on display as well as the crack of his ass.  His anus was unavoidable as he hung upon the frame.

His mind was turning to mush.  He no longer had any idea of what he believed.  All he knew was the pain that was coursing through his body.

With a whoosh through the air the whip ever so lightly but leaving pain beyond comprehension struck the tip of his cock.  The next blow and the ones following worked their way down the corona and the shaft.  One of the most horrifying was when the tip of the whip wrapped around the ridge just at the base of the corona.  Dan again passed out and had to be revived.  No sounds could be heard from Dan as the blows made contact, his voice was long gone and his mind was unable to comprehend anything that was happening.  His only sense was one of excruciating pain.

Another series of blows of the whip worked the area down his ass crack.  First at the top, then at the bottom, each blow working its way closer to the anus.  When the area had been covered the last blow hit dead center on his rosebud.  The blow had been harder in nature and unlike the others to the area did break skin and draw blood.  Two more blows were to follow but before they could be given Dan again had to be resuscitated.  After coming too, one blow struck his left testicle, no breaking of the skin but the pain caused him to black out again.  After reviving another blow struck home on the right testicle, again not breaking skin but leaving its owner unconscious till he was revived.

No sooner had the blows come to a halt then Craig entered the room, the doctor at his side.  Reaching up between his legs Craig grasped Dan's cock and with the assistance of the doctor pierced the cock and inserted a one and a half inch PA.

The frame rotated as Craig and the doctor stepped out of the way and Dan was placed in an upright position once again. The doctor clamped one nipple as Craig reached for the piercing needle and forced it through the engorged and tender tissue. Dan's eyes became the size of saucers as he witnessed what was occurring.  Once the heavy ring was sealed the other nipple received similar treatment.

The attendants stepped forward and removed Dan from his shackles and putting him on a gurney removed him from the room.

He was deposited in a stark room and placed on a hard concrete floor.  As the door closed a spray started from the ceiling with some type of disinfectant.  The light was extinguished and he was left for the time being.  His mind was beyond the ability to think, it was as if the pain had wiped away every thought he might have.  The only function he now had was to continue to breathe.  Each breath was a task for which he had to focus his attention.  There was nothing beyond that; his only function was to live.  He did not even have the mental capacity to wish to die, his thought process was gone.

At Sky Harbor Airport Jason, Jed and Greg waited to meet Mars and Glenn.  Ted stood by in the limo to return them to the mansion.

Mars came into the baggage area and immediately saw Jason and Jed, waving to them from the still secure area he was coming from.  Beside him was the person they presumed to be Glenn. Glenn did appear to be about sixteen, blond, stood about 5'9" about 145 lbs.  He had the most beautiful copper colored eyes and very fair skin.  His hair was somewhat short and looked very attractive.  His body was rather well built for a sixteen year old with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He had the typical bubble butt and was very well balanced with an ample basket in the front.  This kid was really jail bait if it every existed.

Mars ran for Jason and they hugged.  As their hug seemed to be a little longer than socially acceptable the two suddenly realized it and blushing stepped apart.

"Jason and Uncle Jed this is Glenn," said Mars by way of introduction.

Jason pulled Glenn into a hug and then quickly released him. "Welcome Glenn, nice to meet you!"

Glenn shook hands with Jed and Greg.

"Nice to meet you Glenn," said Jed as he then turned and gave Mars a hug.

"Glenn we're happy to have you here, I hope you will enjoy your stay," said Greg. "Mars, I've heard a lot about you. Glad to finally meet you too," he said turning to Mars and shaking his hand.

"Mars, and Glenn this is Greg Forester a very important part of our life these days. Can we grab you baggage and get going? We have a car waiting," said Jason.

"Sure we just have one bag between us, and I think I see it coming up now," replied Mars.

As they got into the car Mars was somewhat overcome by the elegance of the situation. "Wow what happened that landed you here Jason, this is pretty neat?" he whispered to Jason.

"I'll fill you in on everything later, right now just enjoy," replied Jason.

The trip to the mansion didn't take very long and Mars was itching to find out just why he had been summoned back to Phoenix so abruptly.  He was afraid to bring up the subject in the car considering Glenn and Greg were present.  He didn't know just how Greg fit into everything but felt he would probably learn soon. As for Glenn, not knowing what the reason was, he didn't want to bring it up and have something said he would rather not tell Glenn about at this stage.

As soon as they entered the mansion grounds Glenn and Mars were obviously very impressed.  The looks on their faces were ones of awe as the limo passed the beautiful grounds surrounding the mansion and pulled up to the immense structure.

Jason grabbed their bag from the trunk and raced into the mansion telling them to follow and he would show them to their rooms.  He asked Mars if he would prefer to stay with Glenn or would they prefer separate rooms.  Mars replied that it would be better if they stayed in the same room. Jason showed him and Glenn into their suite.  Glenn went into the bathroom and Mars asked, "Jason I am here now, can you explain what is going on?"

"Mars hurry up and get settled and then we'll go down for dinner.  I know you haven't had dinner yet and I'll bet both of you are starving.  After dinner we will all sit down and explain everything," answered Jason.

Dinner was simple but very enjoyable.  Glenn soon found himself in a spirited discussion with Bobby and Evan with an invitation to play some pool after dinner.  Greg commented that that would be a great idea while Jed, Jason, Mars, Craig and he had their discussion after dinner.  Mars and Glenn were surprised by the number of men at he table and the open discussion.  For the first time in a long time they both felt very comfortable.

Sitting in the study after dinner Jed began the discussion. "Mars, we know it was very difficult when your father took the attitude he did about you.  Your mother loved you very much.  We are just sorry that you had to go away like you did but I guess it was for the best.  Your father had made threats.  On Friday evening he carried out some of those threats and set a bomb off in your house.  Your mother and your Aunt Abby were killed in the explosion.  His only regret was that you weren't there as well."

"Oh my God, Mom is dead?" shrieked Mars as tears began to fall.

"Yes son, I'm afraid so."

"Have they caught Dad?" asked Mars.

"Let's say that he can not do anything to anyone else now," replied Craig.

"What do you mean? Is he in police custody?"

"No he is not in police custody.  We have a lot of things to discuss, and it won't be easy but depending on several things we will give you as much information as possible," said Greg.

Over the next several hours the men held their discussion. Mars could not believe some of the things he was hearing. He understood what he was being told but found it hard to believe.  The men had asked him his opinions on several things and as he answered, they had revealed more information to him.  His college education, his relationship and desires for helping Glenn were just a few of the things they discussed.  By the time they had finished, Mars stated that he wanted to see his father.  Craig suggested that they do that the following day.  In the meantime arrangements were being made for the memorial services and they would make the necessary contacts with his college to clear his absence for them.  They would also look into him transferring to the school that the others attended and moving in with them in the house, so that he could complete his degree.  Glenn was discussed and it was decided that as soon as possible Don would investigate the legal ramifications and get things established so that he could stay there and get back into school.  Whatever needed to be done so that Mars could finish up the semester without penalty would be taken care of, and the next semester would start after transferring.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/08/10