Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 13:28:01 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Crucified - Part 11

Crucified
Part Eleven
By Randall Austin

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The experience of Darrin's `crucifixion' confirmed for Darrin what he had
always suspected: that Spencer Collins and his brother Camden, were, in
fact, super closeted homosexuals; so guilt ridden over their sexual
orientation that they couldn't even begin to acknowledge or deal with the
fact of their sexual orientation.

Coming to understand that the brothers were closeted homosexuals, also
effectively ended the stressful fear of the unknown that had tinged all of
Darrin's time at Rosewood Heights.  Darrin now understood that the threats
of violence he was routinely subjected to were part of the brothers'
façade; they felt it was necessary to put on a show of being `straight',
macho, and tough.

But the knowledge of the brothers' true sexuality also made Darrin even
angrier than he had ever been before about having been placed Rosewood
Heights gay conversion program.  He now knew that the Rosewood Heights'
conversion program was a sham.  The program's chief counselor and overseer,
Spencer Collins, was leading a 100% deceptive life, and he and his brother
used their `aversion therapy' procedures to get their rocks off without any
risk of being labeled `queer'.

Although Darrin could acknowledge that his `crucifixion' at the hands of
the two Collins brothers was perhaps the hottest sexual experience of his
life; he had been forced to suck and slurp and get fucked by the man of his
dreams, Spencer Collins, and by his hot younger brother, for well over two
hours.  But once he manage to clear his thoughts of the sexual delights he
had experienced, and focus instead on the reality of being locked up in a
gay-conversion program run by `nuts', deprived of his life and freedom, the
more determined he became to break out of the program.

But he knew he would have to play his cards correctly.  He was, after all,
an indentee of the State of Massachusetts.  While he knew that he could
conceivably make a successful escape from Rosewood Heights at a couple of
times throughout the day when he was not confined to his `cage', he was not
placed in the program as a free person like the majority of the boys in the
program.  He had been indentured by court order, at the behest of his
father; and any escape attempt by an indentured person carried with it
serious legal consequences.

One morning in the dining room, after breakfast, five days after Darrin's
`crucifixion', Spencer announced to the roomful of boys, "Last night one of
you, Jason Lombard, was caught on camera masturbating.  Jason is now going
to be chastity caged by Camden.  And the rest of you, because of Jason's
failure, are going to be punished also.  You will spend the rest of the day
in your cages, along with Jason, memorizing passages from your reparative
therapy work books!"

There was a groan from the room and Spencer continued, "And those of you
who do not have the assigned verses memorized by supper time, will not only
be denied supper, but will also be publicly ass-whipped in the dining room
as the other boys are eating."

Darrin was so pissed at his situation that when he was back in his cage he
could not muster up the energy to open up his study text and start
memorizing the crap that he was supposed to.  In fact he so detested the
`reparative therapy' workbook, that in a moment of anger he took it and
threw it out of his cage, mumbling "Filthy shit!" as he did so.

There were gasps from some of the other boys in the cage room, which made
Darrin suddenly realize that such a careless act would almost certainly
have been recorded by one of the security cameras in the cage room, and
soon some counselor would spot the workbook toss and be marching into the
cage room to fetch him for a `corrective treatment' session.

But no one entered the cage room immediately.  It was only after more than
half an hour after Darrin had tossed the workbook on the floor that the
caged boys heard the door to the cage room being unlocked.  It was Camden
who entered, and he didn't seem to be aware or notice that there was a
workbook on the floor.

Once Camden was in the cage room, he locked the cage room door behind him,
a behavior that none of the boys had ever seen a counselor or overseer do
once they were in the cage room.  Camden walked to the center of the room,
and, in a tough, big-boy voice, the 19-year old counselor ordered all of
the caged boys to remove their jumpsuits; "I'm in a mood to spank some
homo-boy ass!  Show me your asses, you faggots!  I want all of you guys to
strip out of your jumpsuits, and then turn around, and wiggle your asses
for me!"

It was with some amusement that Darrin complied.  He understood that Camden
was probably in a super horny mood, and was doing something even Spencer
would consider to be untoward behavior.

Once all of the boys were naked, they turned around in their cages and
wiggled their butts for Camden as ordered.

With the boys facing away from him, Camden was able to rub his crotch as he
watched the ass-wiggling ballet of the caged boys.  "I bet you homos really
get off on wiggling your asses like a bunch of girls!"

Once Camden had been able to rub his dragon into a full teen boner, he
ordered all of the caged boys to stand against the bars of the cage door,
facing the center aisle.  He ordered all of the boys to stand at attention
and to gaze at the naked boys across the aisle.  He explained, "Any of you
guys who bone-up from looking at other naked guys, are going to be going
over my lap for an ass spanking you won't soon forget!"

Camden loved the power he had over the 24 guys in the sexual reorientation
program.  24 naked guys under his complete control.  24 boys without
freedom.  24 guys standing naked at attention. Camden was free and the
caged boys were not free, and being around his unfree charges intoxicated
him.  The inner tingle he felt at such moments made his dude-bone angry for
release.

And his power over the boys in such situations always made Camden feel ever
more manly, more big-dicked, and masculine; an authority figure in complete
control, whose authority his fellow sophomore psychology major classmates
envied.

Camden walked down the center aisle of the two rows of cages like a young
Nazi storm trooper, relishing his power to instill fear into the hearts of
inferior beings, as his teen nut sack loaded up with dude-sperm ready to be
fired.

After two strolls down the center aisle, and still seeing no erections,
Camden ordered all of the boys to jog in place.

The caged boys did as ordered, and as the boys jogged in place Camden's
face turned into a wide, leering, smile, at the 24 sets of bouncing
homo-boy units, and called out, "You know what you caged guys remind me of?
A bunch of farm animals!"

"That's what you are as long as you keep up your fag lifestyle; livestock!
Hell, I should take you out to pasture and invite my friends over and make
you perform in a homo-boy, naked-livestock, rodeo!  We'd grease you up like
piggies, make you gallop around the corral, and try to lasso you for a
branding!"

Camden's vocalization of his inner fantasies got not only himself quite
excited and sexually fired up, but also some of the caged boys.  When
Camden finally ordered them to stop jogging, almost five minutes later, he
counted out eleven erections.  He announced, "It looks like I'm going to be
doing some serious ass whipping!"

As Camden was about to get the boner boys out of their cages, he noticed a
`reparative therapy' workbook on the floor.  He picked it up, looked at the
front page to find the owner's name, went to Darrin's cage, and handed it
back to him through the bars, "It's a good thing I found this, you must
have accidentally kicked it out of your cage."  He handed it to Darrin.

Darrin surprised that Camden suspected nothing unusual in the situation,
took back his workbook and mumbled a "Thank you" to Camden.

One of the self-hating homo boys in the program, Justin Spears, who wanted
more than anything to be loved and approved by straight guys, called out,
"Mr. Collins, sir, he did not kick it out accidentally; he threw it out of
his cage and called it `filthy shit'.  It was a painful thing for me to
witness, Mr. Collins, sir."

Camden stared at Darrin, and snarled, "I don't know why you are filled with
so much hate for this program, Darrin Fuller!  But I cannot allow such
behavior.  You have to change, and I am going to help you change!"

Camden went to the implements cabinet and grabbed a large whip.  As he
walked back to Darrin's cage he called out, "It's been quite a while since
we've had a bull-whipping here at Rosewood Heights.  I want you all to
watch this real good, because you are going to see what happens to
intransigents!"

Camden went up to Darrin's cage and started to unlock the door.  At the
same time as Camden was about to unlock the door to Darrin's cage, the
large steel door to the cage room opened and in walked Camden's father,
Dr. Elliott Collins.  Camden gave a startled look to his father, and called
out, "DAD!"

Dr. Collins was confused at the sights before him, "Son what are you doing
with that whip?  And why are all of these boys naked?"

Dr. Collins walked up to his youngest son and asked, "What counselor
authorized you to give a whipping without supervision?"

Dr. Collins surveyed all of the naked boys standing at attention against
their cage doors, "Why are all of the boys undressed?  Who authorized this?
What's going on?"

Camden stammered, unsure of how to get out of the situation, and his father
pressed on, "Son, which counselor authorized this procedure?"

Camden almost whispered, "No counselor authorized it, Dad."

Dr. Collins wondered, "Did Spencer order this?"

"No, Dad."

"Well son, who authorized this?"

"I did, Dad."

Dr. Collins was furious, "Son, we are a state certified counseling clinic.
We have to follow the law.  What did I tell you, son, about ever doing any
such thing with our clients on your own?  You know that we are only allowed
to do counselor approved training sessions!  Do you know how much trouble
you could have gotten us into if you whipped any one of these boys?"

Dr. Collins shook his head in dismay, and then told all of the boys to get
dressed and get back to their assignments.

Dr. Collins then ordered his son, "Come along with me, young man!"

Camden, trying to maintain some dignity, whispered to his father, "Dad, if
you talk to me like this in front of these guys they'll lose respect for
me."

Dr. Collins roared out his answer so all could hear, "Respect?  Respect has
to be earned!"

He grabbed Camden by the ear, and pulled him along, "You come along with me
young man, it's a strapping for you that you're never going to forget!"

Camden let out a yell, and his dad, in reaction, twisted his ear and made
him walk along with him in a stooped down position.  All of the caged boys
were greatly amused, and by the time Dr. Collins had exited the cage room
with his naughty son in tow, the cage room was howling with laughter.

Once Dr. Collins had Camden in his office, he let go of his ear, and told
him to take off all of his clothing.  Camden sniffled, "I'm too old for
that Dad.  Please, I'm 19 years old.  I'm in college, Dad."

"You won't be in college if you don't do as you're told, because I'll stop
paying tuition.  Now strip down bare!  Either do as you're told, or else
pick up your things and get the hell of here!"

Dr. Collins went to a cupboard and took out a reformatory strap.  A totally
lost and frightened Camden pleaded, "Please Dad, not the strap!"

Dr. Collins shook his head in disgust, "Remember when I gave you your last
spanking, about two months ago, I told you the next time it would be the
strap?  I keep my promises; now hurry and get little-boy naked!"

Dr. Collins sat on his sofa, Camden stripped bare, then covered his
genitals with his hand as his father signaled for him to get over his lap.

Dr. Collins held Camden's back down with one hand, and began strapping his
ass with the other.  Camden immediately started to holler, "Dad please
stop!  I promise I'll be good!"

There was no response from his father, so Camden continued, "Dad, I am
sorry for what I did.  I was wrong.  Please stop.  I promise I'll never let
you down again."

The Collin's boys were used to beatings from their father.  They had gotten
them all of their lives, and they were severe.  Camden knew that he, just
as his brother Spencer had been, would be subjected to his father's
discipline until he completed graduate school, and possibly even after.
But he tried to be stoic and take his punishment without too much girly
screaming because he so wanted to please his father.

In such moments of pain Camden found that he was able to channel his need
to scream by letting himself, instead, give free reign to crying.  And cry
he did.  He was bawling out loud in no time, slobbering and pleading his
case in words that came out in a gibberish that his father was never able
to understand.

Camden never understood why his cock got hard during punishment sessions,
but it did help him to take his mind off of the pain in some measure.

When it was over, Dr. Collins indicated for Camden to stand up, and he went
to a closet and pulled out a strange looking wheelchair.  Camden saw it and
was terrified, "Please Dad, not the punishment chair.  Dad, I'm too old for
that."

Dr. Collins ignored him, "You need a good dose of humiliation son!  The
American Psychiatric Council says humiliation is the best method for
getting messages drilled into the heads of teenagers."

"Dad the spanking was enough.  I've learned my lesson.  Please don't
`chair' me Dad!"

On the middle of the seat of the wheelchair was affixed a medium sized
dildo.  Dr. Collins lubed it up, and then ordered, "Okay son, you know the
drill.  Get over here and ease yourself down on the chair!"

As Camden protested, his father warned, "Any more balking and I'll
nut-clamp you as well!"

Camden grabbed onto the armrests of the wheelchair and eased himself down,
slowly taking the dildo up his teen ass.  As he eased himself down on the
dildo his bobbing cock got bigger and bigger.  Once he was fully seated,
Dr. Collins secured him in with the straps affixed to the chair: one about
both arms and legs, one about his chest, and one about his waist.

Dr. Collins went in back of the chair and started wheeling it out of the
room.  Camden, starting to panic, "Where are you taking me Dad?"

"To the cage room."

"NO, Dad, PLEASE.  Don't let the homos see me being humiliated like this!
PLEASE, DADDY!"

Dr. Collins wheeled his well-rodded son down the corridor to the cage room.
On the way they passed two senior counselors, who were familiar with the
sight of Dr. Collins' sons on the punishment chair.  The counselors smiled
and winked at Dr. Collins.

As Dr. Collins unlocked the door to the cage room, Camden started bawling.
Dr. Collins wheeled his naked, butt-plugged, cock-hard, son down the entire
length of the aisle between the two rows of cages as all the caged boys
watched in amazement.  At the end of the aisle Dr. Collins turned the chair
around and parked the chair so that Camden was facing down the aisle
between the cages.  All of the boys in the room thus had a very good view
of Dr. Collins' freshly punished and wheel-chaired son.

Dr. Collins addressed the boys in the conversion program; "My son is going
to be spending the rest of the day until suppertime, just like you, here in
the cage room.  I know that some of you boys think the measures we employ
here in the conversion program are harsh.  They are harsh, but I want you
to know that you are not receiving any different punishment than the sorts
I have used on my own two sons.  Pain and humiliation are the training
tools most recommended by the American Psychiatric Council in such
situations."

Dr. Collins exited the room, accompanied by the heaves and sobs of his very
red faced, profoundly humiliated, dick-erected, and wheel-chaired plugged,
son.

The caged boys were, of course, greatly amused by the spectacle.  Not only
was it a pleasure to see the arrogant little shit strapped naked to the
punishment wheelchair and publicly humiliated; but this particular arrogant
shit was a hottie with a quite spectacular full-hilt, juicy, erection on
raw display.

Snickers could be heard coming from throughout the room, and after a short
while the entire room finally erupted into outright laughter.  It was the
first time Darrin had ever felt there was any full agreement and bonding
among the boys in the conversion program.

Darrin especially enjoyed the spectacle, and had to give Dr. Collins credit
for putting his bratty son on the punishment chair, but at the same time he
felt rather sorry for Camden.  Camden had obviously been raised to live in
fear of his father, a father who believed that humiliating punishments were
the proven method of effective correction for wayward youth.  It was now no
longer any wonder to Darrin why Camden was so hard-assed at his young age.

It also interested Darrin, as it did the other boys in the room that
Camden's dick was not deflating even after 20 minutes on the chair.  In
fact his man-shaft remained not only purple-headed, rock hard, but was
beginning to slime the length of his rod with oozing precum.

Darrin finally found something to amuse himself with; wondering how long
Camden's teen dude-bone would remain so totally hard.  So it was something
of a disappointment to Darrin when a very serious looking Adam Cann
appeared unexpectedly at his cage, opened it, and asked him to accompany
him to Spencer's office.

Once Darrin and Mr. Cann entered Spencer's office, Darrin was very
surprised at what he saw: a man in a suit, standing next to a pale and very
nervous looking Spencer.

Adam Cann introduced Darrin to the visitor, "Darrin, This is Mr. Joseph
Phelps.  He is with the state's Servitor Watch Committee.  He wishes to
question you in private."

Adam Cann and Spencer led Mr. Phelps and Darrin to a private room.  Before
leaving, Spencer gave Darrin a meaningful look, one that seemed to be both
deeply sad and pleading.

Alone in the room with Darrin, Mr. Phelps explained his presence, "Darrin,
two of your college friends, Pierce Hawkings and David Glade, made an
initial approach to our agency, and reported that they believed you were
indentured under false charges of being an alcoholic, something the state
permits only in cases of extreme substance abuse.  Your friends,
additionally, got the testimony of some more of your friends and your
teachers, and what they testified to is at great variance with what is in
your order of indenturement."

"Therefore, if you agree, I will take you to a state testing facility right
now, and if you test negative, you will be released immediately from
indenturement."

"The second reason for my visit is that it appears based on the comments of
Pierce and David that this institution employs abusive and physically
dangerous polices, out of line with state standards.  I would like to
question you on your experience here, and if you agree to answer my
questions and your responses are compromising, you can testify against this
organization in a court of law should you choose to do so."

Mr. Phelps and Darrin returned to Spencer's office within an hour.
Mr. Phelps spoke to Spencer, "Mr. Collins, Darrin has agreed to be tested.
I will escort him now to our testing facility, and I will be bringing him
back here, regardless of the outcome of the tests, within six hours, to
apprise Rosewood Heights of the state's decision regarding the status of
Darrin Fuller."

Once Mr. Phelps left with Darrin, a perturbed and frightened Spencer
hurriedly made his way to his room.  He passed Adam Cann in the passageway
who acknowledged him and asked, "How's it going?"

Spencer, preoccupied, only nodded at his colleague. In his room Spencer
hurried to his closet drawer, opened it, knelt down, and pulled out his
hidden and secret steel chest.  He touched it with a hand that almost
trembled, and then he broke apart and began to weep as he had never wept
before.

Raised in a household by an empirically minded father who had little regard
or trust for anything other than personal experience, Spencer was thus
uncertain of where to turn for solace; for in the Collins' household
nothing was to be trusted that could not be confirmed by personal
experience.

In desperation Spencer, through his sobs, simply began to talk about how he
was feeling; he wasn't sure to whom he was speaking, or if he was simply
speaking to himself, but he nevertheless addressed the felt presence as
'god'.

"Dear God, what have I done?  I never wanted to hurt anybody, especially
Darrin.  Please don't take him away from me.  I only want what is best for
everybody. If I have done wrong, I'm so sorry."

"Lately I have wondered if what we are doing here is a good and helpful
thing.  I used to trust my father in everything, but lately I have been
having doubts.  I am beginning to see him in a different way, in a way that
frightens me.  So now I have been wondering if he has been wrong all along
in so many of the things he taught me."

Spencer wondered how to continue his prayer.  Distraught and uncertain, he
needed to voice what he was feeling, but he had no words to say it.
Finally, desperate, he threw his fists to his chest, and in a sobbing voice
cried out whatever flowed from his heart, "Dear God, I love only good
things; trees, flowers, sunshine, turtles, alligators, dragonflies,
kittens, cows ... and Darrin!"

Emotionally overwhelmed, Spencer could no longer continue with his
improvised plea for understanding.  He soon fell to the floor, rolled
himself into a fetal position, and wept himself into a fitful sleep.

***

When Dr. Elliot Collins returned to his office after having delivered his
butt-plugged and wheelchaired son to the cage room, he got on his cell
phone, "Okay, the coast is clear.  Come to the northern most door on the
east side of the compound, the same door you used last time."

Dr. Collins hung up, and went to a back door of the Rosewood Heights
compound, near his office.  There he escorted in a young woman and quickly
guided her into his office.

No words were spoken.  The little tart, 17-year old Candy Dewhurst, started
to remove her clothing.  When her perky slightly turned upward tits came
into view Dr. Collins shot up hard.  All of the Collins males got hard
easily, even Dr. Collins, at 57 years.

Dr. Collins unbuckled and dropped his slacks, kicked them off, and proudly
showed off his big adult cock to the little girl.  And when the little girl
pulled off her panties, she just as proudly showed off her young hairless
pussy.  Dr. Collins was salivating, and indicated for the little girl to
approach him, as he sat down on his office chair.

Candy gingerly approached Dr. Collins, who lifted her up with both arms,
and slowly settled her down on his mature, psychologist, cock.  Once Candy
was fully impaled on Dr. Collin's dick, Candy began to artfully bump and
hump her tight teen pussy in rhythm to Dr. Collins's moans of pleasure.

Her skills were beyond her years, and her first few cunt squeezes on
Dr. Collin's rod sent shivers up and down his spine.

There was a sudden, loud, knock on the door, "Dad, I gotta talk with you!"

Dr. Collins was pissed, "Not now Spencer, I'm busy!"

"Dad, it's important."

"Son, not now!"

"Dad, it's an emergency!"

Dr. Collins pushed the whore away in the event he would have to answer the
door, "Son, I'm on the phone, an important call with the upcoming Northeast
Anthropological Convention.  It's a conference call.  I can't come.  I'll
be with you in a few minutes!

Though Dr. Collins could hear tears in his son's voice, he couldn't answer
the door, "Son, I'll be there in a minute.  Just hold on!"

Little Candy was growing impatient, "Sir, I don't have much more time."

Dr. Collins hissed at her, "Keep your voice down!"

Spencer called again, "Dad, please answer the door!"

Dr. Collins was perplexed, "Spencer, I'm ordering you to leave me alone.
I'll see you in five minutes!"

Candy was pissed at being ignored, "I want to be paid now!"

Dr. Collins held out a calming hand and whispered, "Just stay calm!"

Spencer called out again, and as his father searched for a response he saw
Candy slip some jewelry from his desk into her purse.  Dr. Collins ran to
her and tried to take it away from her.  Candy screamed the piercing scream
that 17-year old girls love to scream, and Spencer called out, "Dad, what's
going on in there?"

Dr. Collins struggled with Candy as she grabbed more items that belonged to
him.  She shouted, "You pay me now!"

Dr. Collins struggled with her to get the jewelry and valuables back from
her purse, but Candy started resisting.  As Candy flailed at Dr. Collins,
he slapped her in self-defense.  Candy started to scream hysterically.

Spencer took out his master key, opened the door, and entered the office as
his father, naked from the waist down, pummeling the young, totally bare,
perky-titted, teen, as he tried to get back his valuables.

Spencer ran up to his father and shouted, "Dad, stop!"

Dr. Collins, shocked, stopped assaulting Candy, and she was then able to
pull on her panties.

Candy grabbed her clothes and purse and while screaming, ran out of the
office.  She dug out her cell phone from her purse and dialed 911 as she
made her way to her parked car.  Once in the safety of her car, Candy
screeched into the phone, "Help, I was raped.  I was raped and beaten, and
when I resisted he tried to murder me!"

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