Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 14:29:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danny Rehab Program - Chapter 8

This story is copyrighted to the author. You are welcome to download for
personal use but not for sale or profit. The series is homoerotic with
detailed descriptions of sex between consenting males age eighteen and
above including domination, bondage and s/m.  If this is not your scene
please leave this site NOW. Also if you are underage to read this type of
material or it is illegal in your country please leave.  This means you if
you are younger than 18!

 Email comments to the author at deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com ATTENTION : I have
set up a Blog on www.myspace.com called surprisingly Danny's Rehab Program.
Please share your thoughts on this story there so all interested readers
can enjoy the messages and ideas that I have been receiving.

http://blog.myspace.com/130284906

This pushed Gerson over the edge and he came as he sucked every bit of
Kevin's warm spunk into his mouth savouring the youth's semen.  As their
orgasmic throbs began to subside, the three went down onto the thick carpet
on the floor and fell into a sexual stupor as they continued to kiss and
caress one another.  Kevin was discovering that a slave could love and be
loved by his master.  Gerson was discovering that love does not necessarily
have to be restricted to couples and Danny was discovering a new
connectedness to his readers.

Danny's Rehab Program

CHAPTER 8

Gerson, Kevin and Danny were getting along well.  Gerson continued to
develop and assume much of the responsibility for the running of the house.
Danny was even teaching him about how the market functioned and how he was
adjusting his client's investments according to the season of the year,
price indexes and company's quarterly reports.  Kevin had taken over all
the responsibility for the running of the kitchen.  If it weren't for the
fact that they all trained together, they would have all put on a couple of
pounds.  Kevin had even earned enough trust that he was allowed to go out
and look after the lawns and flower beds around the house.  Each day Kevin
and Gerson would bathe and then masturbate one another carefully collecting
their sperm which Danny would send off to the lab.

They took turns bathing or massaging Danny.  Danny would surprise them any
hour of the day and introduce them into one of his sex games where someone
would be bound and gagged and then have some unexpected part of their body
explored in some new and creative way.  In the evenings, there was always
time for caressing each other.  Very often, kissing and touching lovingly
also became highly sexual lovemaking.

Each weekday, as was now the custom, Kevin would give Gerson a list of
things they needed from the grocery.  Gerson would take Danny's car and do
the shopping.  It never even occurred to him to just take off and escape.
Gerson loved both Danny and Kevin and was so content with his new way of
life and the learning he was experiencing he generally rushed home as soon
as he could.  He became so proficient at giving massages Danny was
considering have him take the exam for certification.  But then this
particular day he never returned.

Dinner was ready.  Kevin was upset that Gerson had not returned and began
to think that he might have run off.  Danny too was anxious; he was just
about ready to say grace when the phone rang.

"Hello." he answered his cellphone.  "This is he.  Oh my God, I'll be right
there."  Danny turned white as he closed the phone.  He looked at Kevin and
said, "Gerson has been in an accident.  I have to go to the hospital."

Kevin, forgetting his place, said, "I'm going too."

Danny just looked at Kevin.  Kevin had not been off the grounds since he
was enslaved.  Danny was about to ask him if he could trust him, but then
thought better of it and said, "Come to my room and I'll give you some
clothes to wear."  Kevin had bought Old Navy sweat suits for both of his
wards for moments when they might have to go out in public.  While Kevin
dressed, Danny called a cab and then went to his safe and pulled the papers
that gave him 'Power of Attorney' over Gerson and made copies on his
scanner.  Within minutes they both stood in front of the house waiting for
the cab.  Danny looked at Kevin who he had not seen dressed since he'd
arrived.

"Looking pretty sexy there, young man." Danny complemented Kevin, who
turned red with embarrassment and then leaned into Danny who put his arm
around him noticing he was even sexier when worried.  He thought to himself
that this guy was slowly winning over his heart.  Both were hyper and took
comfort in each other; Danny was especially pleased that Kevin was so
concerned about Gerson.  He saw this as a major step forward in Kevin's
development.

About thirty minutes later they arrived at the hospital and were told that
they would have to wait before they could see Gerson.  Danny and Kevin sat
nervously very close together and each said a prayer asking God to protect
Gerson and to help the doctors heal him.  Kevin had tears running down his
cheek.

He said, "O God, I feel like this is all my fault."

Danny put his arm around Kevin, kissed his cheek, tasting his salty tears,
and said, "We both do ...  but what could we have done to prevent it from
happening.  The important thing is that we learn how fragile we each are
and to take care of one another as best we can, while we can."  Kevin
hugged Danny in a real bear hug.

Kevin whispered in Danny's ear, "I love you both so much it hurts."

"That's the key, Kevin.  When we chose to love someone, we in fact chose to
open ourselves to that pain.  That's why being away from someone we love is
painful."  Danny reflected.

"I guess it's the same reason why I ran so much from caring about people.
I just couldn't bear any more suffering."  Kevin said as he realized the
meaning of his own words.

A police officer, short and stocky, came in and told them that the accident
was caused by a teenager that had been drinking and was high on drugs.
Danny's blood boiled hearing this.  The officer also explained that Danny's
car was totally demolished and it was a miracle that Gerson was found alive
since his side of the car took the force of the impact.  The other driver
only had a small cut on his forehead and had been arrested.  Danny asked
the officer if they would be notified as to the time and place of court
hearings.  They office told him that this information would be availabe on
the INTERNET.

Later, a doctor came out and called Danny into a private cubicle.  Kevin
followed them in.  "Your friend is stable, but unconscious.  He could wake
up at anytime, but he may never wake up.  We have done all we could.  There
were some internal injuries, but nothing serious.  He is in good shape and
that helped him a great deal.  But he banged his head on the door window
and he lost a lot of blood, we've sutured the cut and stopped the bleeding.
We have no way of knowing if there will be internal swelling in his head or
not.  We just need to wait and see.  You can go in and see him now," the
doctor said sympathetically.

Danny and Kevin slept in the emergency room each on opposite sides of
Gerson's bed.  Sometime in the early morning, Gerson woke to find his two
housemates fast asleep.  He called to Kevin, "Hey, boy, get me some water.
I'm so damn thirsty."

Kevin jumped to his feet, saying, "Yes, sir," and smiled so broadly he
could have been the poster boy for the lottery. The nurse who had just been
coming into the cubicle heard Kevin and asked:.  "You boys military?"

Gerson had a bad headache and the nurse went to fetch a doctor who did some
quick tests on him and pronounced him fine, telling the nurse to give the
patient a couple of Aspirin for his headache.  He told Danny he could take
him home, but suggested that they wait until the end of the shift just to
make sure nothing else surfaced.


Meanwhile, elsewhere ....

Andre Marc, (no relation to the first person to use Danny's Rehab Program
blog but very similar in looks) was a native of Canada, who had coached
several Olympic gold medalists in Figure Skating.  He was giving a class to
about twenty pre-teens at a private rink in Santa Clara.  Andre had moved
to California when he was offered a position as a skating instructor some
five years ago.  At the age of sixty-seven, he was giving private lessons
to some older teens who were to compete in the State Championships.  He had
just told the group to take a 15 minute break when this young man of about
18 years of age approached him.

"Mr Marc?", he asked.

"Eeh, that's me.  What can I do for you?"  he said, staring at the handsome
youth with the skater's build, dark hair and fine complexion that stood
before him

"My family just moved here from Los Angeles and I'm looking for a coach,
well actually, I was hoping that you would coach me."  Michael said.

Andre began to recognize the kid that stood before him he was in the top
twenty in the State.  Andre remembered having seen him skate, probably more
for his handsome face and nicely shaped body than because of his
performance.  This kid was a good skater, but Andre's trained eye had seen
that there was something not just right about him.  His skating was
basically good, but something was off and Andre wasn't sure of what that
was.

"My name is Michael Anderson, and I would really appreciate it if you would
work with me."

Andre wasn't too eager to take on another kid.  He wasn't coaching that
many, but he was saving a place in case just the right kid should come
along.  "Well I really don't think that I can take on another skater," he
said.

"Oh, please, I'd do anything to be coached by you.  I know that you are one
of the best."

"Well, my fees are pretty stiff," responded Andre noticing that the more he
talked with this kid, his fees weren't going to be the only thing stiff for
very long.

Michael bowed his head as he spoke.  "I wouldn't be able to pay you hardly
anything, but I would be so eager to learn from you and as I said I'd be
willing to do anything if you would just give me a chance."

"Anything kid?  Work day and night, exercise when not skating, eat and
drink what and how much I say, practically live with me as we travel the
circuit to gain experience.  Are you ready to have almost no time for your
family and put your total trust in me?"  Andre asked, wondering if he
weren't just pushing it a bit too far.

"Sir, I said anything and my parents wouldn't care.  Please Sir, I came
here looking just for you."  Michael begged.  "I'd do anything you asked of
me."

"Well, get out on the ice and let me see your routine."  Andre ordered
wondering if this were the kid that was missing from the unsolved puzzle of
his life.  "Take your tape to Peggy Fleming over there." He said pointing
to an older woman who was coaching a small group of little girls.  "She
will point out the door to the office."

Michael turned and was so surprised to see that it actually was Peggy
Fleming, the former gold medalist who usually hosted the competitions for
ESPN sports news.  He was awed by her presence and got all tongue-tied, but
she saw the tape in his hand and pointed out the office door and then waved
over to Andre and tilted her head letting him know that she saw right
through him.

Michael waited for his cue from the music then began to skate, trying his
best to do his jumps cleanly, maintain his tempo and move smoothly into his
spins while also trying to convey the feelings that the music had evoked in
him whenever he heard Nana Mouskouri sing, "The first time, ever I saw your
face, I felt...."

Andre watched Michael's performance with both his technical and artistic
eye.  He was right.  It was the same kid that he had noticed in the
regional competitions.  He was good, but again there was something holding
this kid back which Andre couldn't quite identify.  Andre also took in the
sight of this 6'2 svelte dark haired youth and just exhaled deeply feeling
his lust growing.

When Michael skated off the ice, Andre just said coldly.  "Ask Joe in the
office for the papers you need to sign and bring them back signed to the 7
a.m. practice.  Tell your folks you won't be home 'til late."

"Thank you so much," Michael said enthusiastically, thinking that Andre
must have really liked his skating.


Gerson's return home

At around 3:30 Danny and Kevin were helping Gerson into a cab.  Gerson
slept during the ride home but said before falling asleep that he was sorry
about Danny's car and about Kevin's order that had been lost.  Once home
they put Gerson in Danny's bed so that Danny could watch him during the
night.  After putting away the food that was left out from the night
before, Danny sent out for a pizza.  Shock appeared on the delivery boy's
face when the door was opened and he was greeted by Kevin totally naked.
Danny and Kevin both laughed heartily when Kevin described the boy's face
to Danny.

Neither Danny or Kevin were in the mood for sex that night, but contented
themselves with sitting on the couch together and caressing each other and
sharing their feeling about Gerson and the kid that had almost killed him.

Kevin spoke changing the subject, "Master. Can I please see my father."  he
said, totally surprising Danny.

"You know that's not possible."  Danny answered firmly.  "You have a new
life now.  Forget the past and live for today."  Danny got up and left the
room and came back with a couple of beers.  "I think pizza goes so much
better with beer than soda."  Danny stated.

"But, Master, I hurt my father so badly over the years.  I just want to let
him know that I realize now that I was such an ingrate and want to thank
him for all he did for me and for sending me here."  Kevin said, daring to
pursue the topic.

"Your father has accepted that you lost your life to substance abuse.  Now
you want to communicate with him and stir up all that pain again.  Just
think of how hard it would be on your father to see you and then to have to
let you go again."  Danny said, seeing the disappointment in Kevin's face.
"Kevin, get up and show me how much you love your Dad."  Kevin got up
quickly and gave Danny a big bear hug and then kissed him on the mouth, but
without making it a sexual kiss.  They held each other and swayed in each
others arms.  Kevin held on to Danny accepting Danny's decision even though
he was hurting so badly inside.  He made no protest, but he could not hold
back his tears.

Several days passed and Gerson was fully recovered except for the cut on
his head and was looking forward to the next day's court hearing which he
and Danny were planning to attend (Danny had been checking the local
Court's docket online for the appearance of the teenager who had endangered
Gerson's life through his addictions). Danny was working in his office when
the phone rang.  Gerson was watching him make trades online and learning
the intricacies of investing.  Kevin was watching a video of the "Iron
chef" frustrated by how difficult it was to follow their recipes and
wishing Rachel Ray would come on with one of her thirty minute meals..

"Hello, Bard & Myers, Danny speaking."

"Good evening, this is Kevin's father speaking."

Danny instinctively moved away from the others before replying.

"Yes?"  Danny responded, wondering if this call was in response to the tape
he had mailed to him.

"I need to speak with you." Kevin's father said, "can we meet?"

"Well, tomorrow I have to be in court.  How about the day after?  At noon
at the Crab House?"  Danny suggested.

"That would be fine.  I have a proposal for you."  Kevin's father said,
teasing Danny.

"See you then, so long."  Danny said before hitting the 'End call' button.

"Bye."  Kevin's father said into his phone before returning it to its
charger.


At the Ice Rink Young men Dream and Older men see Visions

Promptly at 7:30 a.m. Michael showed up at the rink and Andre asked him for
the signed papers.  Michael offered them to him, but pointed out that he
was 18 and didn't need to sign the sheet giving Andre the Power of
Attorney.  Andre responded that it was necessary in case of an accident on
the road that could leave Michael incapacitated; but it was OK with him, if
he didn't sign ... he wasn't sure he wanted to coach him anyway.  When
Michael heard this he pulled out a pen and scribbled his name on the three
copies.

Later Andre had him work on several different portions of his routine.
After each segment, Andre would call Michael off the ice and tell him a
short story.  Almost all the stories had a hidden lesson about overcoming
one's fears or about giving it all you got.  But one of the stories was
about a guy who had been 'gay bashed' by some members of the football team
in his school.  This last story unsettled Michael and he fell while
attempting his next Double Axel.  Andre thought that he may well have
finally hit a sensitive nerve.

That afternoon they went to the coach's house were he had a treadmill,
elliptical, bowflex, and some free weights.  He set up a routine for
Michael and had him do 20 minutes on each of the two machines and then some
exercises on the bowflex.  Michael looked like an ad for the bowflex when
he started his sets.  Andre couldn't keep his eyes off him. Michael had his
dream of going to the Olympics while Andre savoured the sight of a vision
of beauty.  After he was finished his routine, Andre told him to strip off
his gym clothes and had him lay down on a bench to give him a massage.

Getting a massage was nothing new to Michael, but being totally naked while
getting it unnerved him.  Andre began massaging Michael's head.  This was
new to Michael and he noticed that Andre's hands were more like caressing
him than applying pressure.  Michael's anxieties rose slightly but he was
enjoying the sensation immensely.  Then as Andre's hands moved down towards
his neck the movements became more like a regular massage and worked well
to relax Michael's muscles.  Andre massaged down one side of his body and
was working up the opposite side when just as he finished Michael leg, the
phone rang.

Ten minutes later, when he returned he had forgotten that he had't finished
Michael's other arm.
 Andre said, "now its your turn."  As Michael got up off the bench and
twisted his neck in a stretch he saw Andre stripping off his clothes.
Andre was in great shape for a man in his sixties.  He could easily pass
for forty.  He had the full body of a grown man, but had nice pec
development without the exaggerated pecs of a gym freak.  His upper chest
was covered with fine hairs.  His stomach had the smallest bulge and had a
treasure trail which led down into his pubes.  His cock was a respectable 5
inches flaccid and his muscular legs had a dusting of fine hairs.  Michael
took a mental picture of his coach and filed it under memories for future
erotic self-stimulation.  Michael lubricated his hands, rubbed them
together to warm them and began working the kinks out of Andre's back.
When he got to the lower back, Andre said, "don't skip my buttocks, work
them hard."

Michael panicked.  He had never touched a man's ass cheeks.  He just stood
there staring at Andre's rounded globes when he heard Andre say, "aren't
you the kid that said he would do anything to have me as his coach?  Or do
I have you confused with someone else?"

Thus began Andre's slow seduction of this skater that wanted him more than
anyone else.  He just didn't know yet all the ways that he wanted him.

After Andre's massage, Michael and Andre showered together and then got
into Andre's bed where they '69ed.'  Andre wondered if this would help or
hinder Michael's skating.  After they both came, they continued to kiss
each other passionately.  Andre enjoying the feel of Michael's youthful
body and Michael enjoying the intimacy with an older man that had been
lacking between himself and his father.  Both were filling a void in each
others lives.  After a couple of hours they went out for hamburgers and
then Andre dropped Michael at his house.

Andre returned home thinking that sex was different with this kid.  He had
never felt the way he was feeling with anyone else before.  Sometimes he
felt ashamed, other times disgusted with himself.  But this time he was
already looking forward to seeing Michael the next day.

After about two weeks Andre begin to realize why Michael's skating was off.
When Michael came to practice the next day, he ordered him to dump out his
bag ... and sure enough, out fell a plastic bag of coke and the
paraphernalia of a drug addict.  Andre felt as if his heart had stopped
beating he couldn't breathe. He grabbed Michael's arm and rolled up his
shirt and noticedthe swollen veins where he had mainlined.  Andre became
desperate fearing the loss of the boy who had become so quickly the love of
his life.  What to do?


So was it worth reading up 'til now?  Please post your thoughts on the
blog.

I wish too give a special thanks to my proofreader, Dave David for helping
me make this fastasy work.  Of course, he gets spanked for each error he
misses!  Thanks Dave for all the sweating you do in favor of this tale.

I was inspired to write by Tyler Peels story:
/nifty/gay/college/the-road-home/ and
http://www.closettales.org/TylerPeel/Welcome.html

and by: fraternity-memoirs by John Walsh:
/nifty/gay/college/fraternity-memoirs/fraternity-memoirs