Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 07:12:35 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Crucified - Part 3

Crucified
Part Three
By Randall Austin

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Spencer and his newly indentured charge sat closely together in the back
seat of the BMW.  As Camden, in the driver's seat, began the drive from
Darrin's house to the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center complex, he
made eye contact with his older brother through the rear view mirror and
gave a giant grin.  Spencer gave back an even wider grin.  Darrin noticed
their grins and wanted to escape.  But of course he could not, being naked
and obscenely cock-hobbled.

Spencer noticed Darrin's unease.  He liked that Darrin was frightened
enough to need some comforting, "I want you to know that you can trust me,
Darrin.  You're in good hands.  Real good hands."

"Let me tell why you are in good hands, and how I got into homosexual
counseling.  Five years ago, when I was 20 years old, I was arrested, along
with two of my friends, for gay bashing.  It was nothing violent, it was
just me and my friends following a couple of faggots out of a bar and
confronting them, and pushing them around a little bit.  We spat at them,
shoved them, and called them some names.  That's all."

"My dad was pissed that the cop who apprehended me, who had been a friend
of our family, had me arrested.  So dad sent me to this really cool
counselor who explained to my dad and the judge that what I did wasn't
really `gay bashing', but was just simply a young guy trying to express his
frustration with the way the world was mixed up.  The counselor explained
to the judge that I, rather than being wrong in what I did, I was simply
confused and frustrated.  He explained that rather than being potentially
violent, I, in fact, had the fervor of wanting to make the world a better
place in my heart."

"The judge didn't buy my counselor's explanation, but my dad did, and he
convinced me that I was probably meant to be a counselor, and could
probably use the fire within me to help people afflicted with problems such
as yours.  From that I changed the focus of my studies in psychology, and
at the same time my dad decided to add a gay conversion program to Rosewood
Heights' counseling services."

"Two years ago I took over as the head of the gay conversion program, and
since then our success rate in converting guys like you with your sickness
has soared.  So that's why you're in good hands.  I want you to be aware
that this is a great opportunity for you; if you just submit and get with
the program, there is a very good chance that you can be cured of all your
homosexual tendencies."

Although Spencer's words on his past gave Darrin deep cause for concern,
they were delivered in such a quiet, earnest, and personal way to Darrin
that Spencer's charisma suggested to him that perhaps he was not, in fact,
the gay-hating nut and sadist he had at first feared him to be.

Spencer put an arm across the back of the seat and leaned closer to Darrin.
Darrin felt something like a cross between a little mouse in the clutches
of a large cat, and a teenage girl helpless in the arms of her football
jock boyfriend.  It was reinforced when Spencer lowered his voice, put his
mouth close to Darrin's ear, and spoke gently, "I want you to know that I
really care about you.  I want you to be happy.  I want you to feel good.
I want to help you, really help you, to be all that you can be!"

Spencer gently grabbed Darrin's shoulder, "I want you to know that I really
care about guys like you.  I am sincere in this.  But you have to trust
me."  Spencer moved his face closer to Darrin's and his nose almost touched
Darrin's cheek as he continued, "That's why I hope that I don't have to get
tough with you, or have to hurt you.  I really want to help make you well
again."

Darrin was confused by the messages Spencer was sending: on the one hand he
spoke of his troubling past, and on the other he whispered tenderly that he
really cared about him.  How in one moment he expressed hope that he
wouldn't have to get tough and hurt him, and in the next get very close to
him, touch him tenderly, and speak in a voice of such tenderness that it
almost melted Darrin.

Spencer's nose touched Darrin's temple as he grasped Darrin's shoulder more
tightly, "I can help you Darrin.  I can make you well."

Although Darrin was getting flushed being so close to and gently touched by
the beautiful counselor, he nevertheless answered Spencer in a voice
equally as quiet, "But I am well."

Spencer swallowed, and with both arms pulled Darrin close to him, "No,
Darrin, you are not well.  You are very sick.  But don't worry.  The first
step towards recovery is to realize that you are in fact sick.  Camden and
I are going to show you how sick you really are; so that you can begin to
accept the healing we will be offering you."

"You belong to me now.  And I'm not letting you out of the program until
you are healed."

Darrin let out a stifled "No!" and Spencer began to rub his upper leg,
confusing Darrin all the more.  Darrin noticed Camden peaking into the rear
view from time to time, very interested in what Spencer was doing.

Spencer licked his lips, "You are a naked and hobbled slave now, and I am
your overseer.  So I get to do to you whatever I want.  You're body is
mine.  It has been given over to me through indenturement by your dad, and
I am going to do whatever it takes to make you well.  And if you are
defiant or make trouble, Camden and I will have to do some things to you
that you may not find very pleasant.  Please don't make us have to do
that!"

"But I want you to know that when I am administering punishment therapy, I
am not doing it out of hatred, but out of love.  If I ever have to beat or
whip you, if I ever have to strap you down on the punishment table and use
the pinchers and screws on you, or put you in an ice bath, or even put you
on the cross, I will be doing it out of love."

Camden called out from the driver's seat, "Way to go, bro!  Tell it like it
is!"

As Darrin started to sweat, Spencer continued gently rubbing his upper leg,
and spoke with his nose nuzzled into Darrin's temple, "Camden and I are
going to turn you into a straight boy, just like us."

The gentle rubbing of his leg by Spencer continued to confuse Darrin all
the more.  Again, threats of violence spoken in a tender, almost loving
way, created a frightening ambivalence.  Darrin could not help but be
turned on being cradled, as he was, in the arms of the handsome counselor.
But Darrin's fear prevented his cock from doing anything more than
engorging slightly.

Camden was used to watching his older brother intimidate helpless homos
through the rear view mirror.  Camden loved and admired Spencer, and
considered him as not only a brother that he looked up to, but also his
best friend and teacher.  He was looking forward to getting Darrin into the
compound, and asked Spencer, "What's the first thing you're going to do to
him, Spence?"

Spencer moved his hand from Darrin's thigh, and gently started tweaking the
ring in Darrin's left nipple, "Oh, I don't know, Camden.  Probably just
irrigate, shave, bathe, plug, oil, and cage him.  We'll go easy on him
tonight.  Let the heavy action begin tomorrow."

Camden smiled, "Cool!"

Spencer continued to gently play with Darrin's nipple, and put his nose to
Darrin's hair.  He sniffed it and took in its scent almost as if he were
taking extreme delight in it, and whispered alluringly, "You ready to
accept what we have to offer, little baby?"

Spencer's quiet and sensual voice, the same voice one would use to whisper
words of love to a lover, coupled with his menacing words and the gentle
tweaking of Darrin's nipple, left poor Darrin completely bewildered, and
unknowing of Spencer's intentions.

Spencer moved his hand to Darrin's shoulder and started to gently rub
Darrin's naked back and shoulder as he continued, "We're going to help you,
little baby, to become a real man just like Camden and me.  Camden and I
are going to deal with your inner turmoil, turn you into a straight boy
just like us, and make you happier than you have ever been before.  You
belong to Camden and me now, and we get to do to you whatever it takes to
turn you into a straight man."

Spencer rubbed his nose sensually in Darrin's hair, "Are you ready to
submit fully to Camden and me, and accept all the good things we're about
to offer you?"

Darrin, terrified yet aroused, did not know what to say or do.  His face
and loins were flushed, yet he broke out into a cold sweat and swallowed
hard.  Spencer had seen such reactions before, "Homos always start sweating
once they realize they are going to have to change their ways!"

"You don't have to be afraid, Darrin."  Spencer hugged Darrin tightly, "You
don't have to worry about anything.  Camden and I are going to take good
care of you.  You're our little baby now.  We're going to heal you.  The
first thing we're going to do to you is bathe you.  We're going to wash
away your old lifestyle, cleanse you of your errant ways, and make you feel
like a new person!"

Being hugged tightly by the hot counselor, and able to smell his body, was
too much for the confused Darrin, and his cock finally started to rise.
The tight cuff around the base of his cock and balls caused Darrin's prick
to not just erect, but to erect to its fullest purple-headed glory.

Spencer, his cheek pressed next to Darrin's, simply watched Darrin's prick
grow, and hugged him even more tightly, "Then after your bath we're going
to oil your body.  Get every part of you sleek and oiled, polish that knob
and tackle of yours, so you can see your new body, all shining, glowing, a
preview of the new person you soon will become!"

Darrin, terrified that Spencer would get angry over his erection, tried to
move away from Spencer's embrace, but could not.  Spencer reached down and
gently pulled both of Darrin's legs so they were tight against his own
legs, "I own you now, Darrin.  You belong to me.  All of you belongs to me.
You are mine.  All mine!"

Spencer looked Darrin over very intently, grasped his jaw, turned his face
to look into his, and whispered slowly, "We may, of course, have to get
tough with you, show you a little of our tough love, but it will all be
good."

Darrin was almost crying, "What do you mean?"

When Spencer only smiled broadly and showed his teeth, Darrin, terrified,
started to cry, "Please don't hurt me."

Spencer caressed Darrin tenderly, "We may have to, little fella, because
sometimes that's the only way to help people like you, and make you well
again!"

Camden, with his own dick at full mast, smiled in the rear view mirror at
the brother he so loved and admired, and at his hapless, sweating, prey.


To be continued...

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