Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 08:07:34 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Crucified - Part 9

Crucified
Part Nine
By Randall Austin

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Dad, I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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


To be continued...

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