Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 23:57:37 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul?-15

"Base, this is Officer Jacobs I have an ETA of 15 minutes
with subject."

"10-4 Jacobs we will be waiting for you what is the location
of the subject's car?"

"Corner of West Peoria and West Grand in Peoria, Sir"

"Thank you Jacobs."

"Ted, I want you and Jed to talk with Doc and find out what
you need to do.  I want the car to be found within a block
of the house and whatever the Doc recommends to leave the
impression that Dan went up with the house," said Craig.

"No problem Sir, we'll take care of it.  Are you sure you
don't want Jed to stay here for when Dan arrives?" asked
Ted.

"No I want him to go with you and take care of things.  He
should have a pretty good idea of what needs to be done.  I
will handle Dan Goodrich when he arrives, I've already
called Dale and he's working on the papers.  Of course as
far as any one else will know Dan died when he blew up the
house.  I do need verification if Alice and Abby were in the
house at the time it went.  The scanners have confirmed that
the fire department has responded to the address and the
house is demolished."

"I'll let you know as soon as things are taken care of Sir,"
said Ted.

"Very well I'll talk to you then.  In the meantime I think
I'll let the rest of the guys know what we have learned so
far. Jason if you would like to come with me."

"Thank you sir, how long do you think it will be before we
know for sure about Mom and Aunt Alice?" asked Jason.

"It could be a few hours or even tomorrow morning, it
depends upon how fast the crew can inspect the premises and
find them if they are there."

"I hope they aren't, but I'll bet if Uncle Dan blew up the
house he made sure Aunt Alice was there. I just don't know
why he would want to hurt Mom."

"There is no way explaining what people do, or have in their
mind. Let's see if we can get any information from him when
we get him in."

"Sir, may I make a request?"

"What is it Jason?"

"Sir may I see what happens every step of the way as Uncle
Dan goes through?"

"I really think that perhaps it would be good for all four
of you to watch what happens.  I know there were a few
things that I said we would show you later. This may be the
ideal time," answered Craig.

"Thank you Sir, I would appreciate it.  I think I can speak
for all us when I say that we realize the great difference
between what we have gone through and what one of the
inductees actually goes through.  We enjoy the level of
treatment we received but had the knowledge that we would
eventually walk away.  We all know that our fathers and
grandfathers or other relatives love us and would lay down
their lives for us and we would, for them.  Our exposure was
harsh at times but gave us something to measure ourselves
against.  We can feel we did achieve something in enduring
it.  The rings will be a constant reminder of our
accomplishment and a source of pride, at least for me.  I'm
sure the other guys feel the same way. For all of this I
want to thank you.  I know that an inductee has no similar
prospect in his mind.  He has committed something for which
his freedom is being taken away. His life is forever being
altered and he is powerless to do anything about it.  I can
see where that would break a man's spirit.  For his sin's he
faces a two edge sword.  On one side his freedom is gone, he
can no longer decide for himself, but on the other side he
no longer has the need to make any decisions, everything he
will do or say will be told to him.  He no longer has any
responsibilities other than to do as he is expected to do.
In a way he has been freed in a way that no free man can
be."

"Very insightful Jason, in a matter of words you have
encapsulated the entire principle of slavery, its pros and
cons, each of the arguments for and the arguments against
it.  I believe with that insight you can then begin to
understand the great responsibility that we take on when we
bring each inductee into this facility."

"Thank you Sir, I would like to ask one other thing if I
may?"

"And that would be?"

"From your statements before, will you actually allow the
four of us to engage in some play with you, Greg and the
other men?"

"I'm sure when we have things under control and the dust is
settled we'll find time to be together.
Don't think me an old perv but I would love some time to
play with you and the other three now that all of you are
old enough to participate.  I certainly realize that the
four of you have engaged in activities that I would never
have thought of when I was your age."

As they arrived back at the study they entered to find the
men there in the midst of comforting each other.

"Dad," said Phil. "We were all concerned but didn't know
what you wanted us to do, so we just decided to
console each other a bit while we waited for you. Do we have
any new information?"

"And you didn't even wait for me, Jason and I were
discussing how we would all like to get together, I see you
guys didn't waste any time."

"Sorry granddad, but why waste the opportunity," said Jimmy
as he pulled himself out of his father's arms.

"That's all right; just giving you a hard time, of course if
it weren't for the situation right now there is something
else hard I can think of that I'd like to give you.  We
don't have word verifying if Alice and Abby were in the
house but we strongly suspect they were.  Dan should be here
shortly and Jason has asked if the four of you could observe
the entire process.  I think it would be a good idea so if
you want to come with me we have a room where by monitors,
you can hear and see everything that will occur.  The
advantage is, he will not be able to see any of you.  I want
you to come with me now and we'll get you set so you don't
miss anything."

Officer Jacobs pulled into the facility and signed over his
charge to the intake attendant.  Within moments Dan was
escorted down the hall and into an interrogation room.

Cuffs had been placed around his wrists and then through a
loop on the table making movement rather restrictive.  The
cameras were on in the room and from the observation room
Evan, Bobby, Jimmy and Jason could see everything and hear
every word.

Craig entered the room with his folder in hand and sat down
on the opposite side of the table. "Dan Goodrich, you are
here because of the threats you have made and evidently
carried out against your wife."

"That bitch, she ruined my son, and our lives, she didn't
deserve to live," spat out Dan.

"Did her sister Abby have reason to give up her life as
well?" asked Craig.

"Hell yes, she did, she was cut from the same fucking cloth.
All she could say was that it was Mar's life and as parents,
our job was to support him in any way we could no matter.  I
ain't supporting no damn fag! My only son and she thought it
was just fine for him to become a damn fudge-packing pansy
ass homo! If I could get my hands on that little piss-ant I
kill him too.  It's just too damn bad he wasn't in the house
at the same time so he could have gone up with them. I made
damn sure they were both right there in the den right above
the furnace when it blew up.  I'll bet they'll be lucky to
find any of their bones still attached.  The charge I used
should have blown them both to kingdom come and back.  It
just ain't natural for one man to carry on with another man
like that. It just ain't natural!" reeled off Dan as fast as
he could shout it out.

"Oh God Jason, I can't believe your Uncle is so
narrow-minded,' said Evan.

"No different than a lot of people out there, have you ever
seen the statistics of how many children are turned out on
the streets each year when their parents find out they are
gay.  My cousin Mars was lucky enough to have his mother
stand up for him, but in many households the other parent
doesn't do that and the kid gets kicked out to die on the
streets. Mars got away and is going to school, the last I
heard he was studying to be a social worker.  I know that
may not be the greatest job in the world but there is a lot
of satisfaction if you can help someone who otherwise might
not even live to see adulthood," responded Jason.

"You know maybe we should have a discussion with our Dad's
and Granddads to see if there is something we can do to
help," added Jimmy.

"Count me in, I'd be willing to help if we could find a
way," said Bobby.

"So you are telling me that you know for sure that Abby and
Alice were in the house and killed by the blast?" asked
Craig.

"Damn Straight and I'd do it again if they weren't, but I
done did things right the first time and got them both.  I
said I would take the bitch out and that's just what I did!"
stated Dan proudly.

"And you have absolutely no remorse?" asked Craig.

"Not a damn bit, as far as I'm concerned they can both rot
in hell till it freezes over!"

"And did you really think you would get away with it?"

"Well if it hadn't been for that damn pig, I still don't
know why in the hell he stopped me, I would have been long
gone and no one would have ever found me.  Besides, there is
still that pansy-assed Mars to get rid of.  A man can't
allow a son to be like that and live it's a disgrace.  It's
my responsibility to get that fucker off the face of the
earth. If you guys hadn't stopped me I'd have found him and
taken care of him too."

"I don't think that will happen.  As a matter of fact I
think you will have a change of heart before we are
finished. I also believe somehow or another you will end up
apologizing to Mars before we are done."

"You sure as hell got your head up your ass if you think
that day will ever come, what are you another one of those
fudge-packing hanky twirling pussies too? Besides what the
hell do you think you can do? What else is there but bring
me up before a fucking judge and even if he does deny bail
the worse I can get is a death sentence that will probably
take years to even think about.  By then who gives a fuck.
I'll die an old man, if they do execute so what I'd rather
be dead than face society with a homo son like Mars out
there."

"You do have the wrong picture of what's going to happen.
You aren't going to see any judge.  You aren't going to any
regular prison.  As far as society is concerned you have
already died, and your hell is going to start very soon and
is not going to end any time soon.  This is a special
facility with special means to deal with people like you.
You are going to be put through a training program that is
going to completely change your attitude.  Mark my words,
you'll wish for the company of another man before long as
that will be the only pleasure you will be able to find
within all the pain and agony you'll suffer every hour of
every day for the rest of your life."

"You're so full of shit, I don't know where in the hell your
head is or what you've been smoking but there is no way your
going to make me come near that fag stuff.  I'm too much of
a man to ever degrade myself to that level," spat out Dan.

"We'll just see about that.  Guard if you will assist me."

A guard entered the room and took position beside Dan.

"If you will remove the cuffs from the table we can get
started," requested Craig.

"Certainly Sir, no problem," replied the guard as he used a
key and opened the  loop holding the chain between the
cuffs.  Grabbing Dan by the back of his shirt collar he
stood him up kicking the chair out from under him.

Craig came around the table and pulling out a small knife
started on the shirt at the back of the neck and cut it to
the bottom hem as he pulled it out of Dan's trousers.  The
next slits went up the arms and then he grabbed the front of
the collar and ripped the shirt away.

"What the hell! What are you doing?" yelled Dan.

"Just getting you ready, you won't need any clothes where
you are going," replied Craig as he wielded the knife down
each hip of the trousers to the bottom of the leg and with a
pull in the front took them completely away.  A few cuts to
his tee shirt, and it was soon in shreds upon the floor.
"Would you like to remove your own shoes and socks or shall
we do that too." Dan leaned forward and with a certain
degree of difficulty due to the cuffs did manage to remove
his shoes and socks.  As he stood back up a definite tent
could be seen in the front of his boxers.  "So you get off
on a man stripping you don't you?"

"Hell no you fucking moron, NO I DON'T"

"Well that isn't what your cock is saying; look at that
officer it's at full mast. Bet its wishing it had some guy
to stick into! And you are the one screaming about homos,
looks to me like you are one."

"No way, I don't know what's going on but you sure as hell
don't turn me on!"

The next flick of the knife left the boxers in shreds and
Dan stood with a full erection.  He tried to move his hands
to cover his genitals but wasn't able to do so when the
guard grabbed one elbow and Craig grabbed the other, pushing
him up to the table. Craig took a tape measure and measured
the length of his erection and its diameter at the base and
at the corona. Marking them into the folder he instructed,
"Get up on the table with your shoulders to the table and on
your knees, spread your knees apart. Put your hands behind
your head."

Greg pulled a glove out of his pocket and a bottle of lube.
Applying some of the lube to the fingers of one glove he
forced his lubed finger through the anus causing Dan to
shriek as he was penetrated.  Rubbing his finger around, he
lubed another finger and inserted it as well.  Skillfully he
found and gauged the size and texture of the prostate gland.
Removing his fingers he tossed off the glove and wrote his
analysis into the folder.  Using both hands he began to
lightly skim over Dan's skin, starting with his ass cheeks
then moving on to gauge the size and weight of his balls as
well as his general musculature.  All details were written
into the file as he repeated the entries out loud.  Having
completed the examination and giving the explanation that
the body which he was examining was now his to do with as he
pleased, he instructed Dan to sit up and spreading his knees
rest his buttocks on his feet and jack himself off.  Dan
immediately began a tirade, refusing to do so.  Craig
reached into his pocket and pulled out his stunner and
quickly immobilized Dan.  The shock to his system caused him
to fall flat on the table and pull himself into fetal
position.  As soon as he recovered he was told to reassume
the proper position and do as instructed, otherwise it would
be done for him.  One way or another he would ejaculate.
Dan got into position but claimed that he could not jack
himself with the cuffs.  Craig nodded to the guard and he
reached forward and began to work over Dan's cock.  The
stiffness lost when he had received the shock was quickly
returned, and in no time the guard had Dan to the brink of
orgasm.  As he began to shoot he tried to pull back and
yelled for them to stop but the guard continued to stroke
him violently, milking every last drop from him. When he was
finally drained, Craig reached forward with his finger and
putting it into the cream spewed on the table, lifted it to
his lips and verbalized an analysis of the texture and
taste.  He noted these and the quantity in his file then
turned to Dan and said," Now clean up your mess."

Dan looked about the room as if he were looking for a towel
or rag.

"Clean it up with your tongue,"

"No way in hell!" shouted Dan.

Craig reached forward and administered another shock. When
Dan recovered Craig said, "Shall we try again. Clean it up!"

Dan couldn't stand the thought of another shock and leaned
over the table and began to lick up his spilt nectar.

"That's better now for your next stop, let's go"

They headed towards the medical exam room and upon entering
found the doc waiting for them.

"Standard exam and blood work for this one. Let me know as
soon as you are finished.  The guard will stay with and
assist.  You may feel free to use the prod on a medium
setting.  I want the results of the blood work as soon as
possible.  By the way do you have one of the new shock
collars?"

"Yes sir they came in last week I haven't tried one of them
yet, didn't have any orders for enough of a bad-ass to need
one," answered the doctor.

"Well this bad-ass is going to get to try one out. Let me
know when you get it on him, better yet, as soon as you pull
the one you are going to use, let me know the serial number
so I can get the programming started."

"Yes sir, if you want to hold for just a moment I'll pull
one and give you the number off of it."

"Good, sounds like an excellent idea to me."

"Here you are sir, number 37756980. Frequency H."

"Good that isn't the G Frequency.  I understand the H series
has a bit more of a bite to it than the G.  We will soon
see.  They cost enough, we might as well see if we are
getting our money's worth."

The doctor proceeded with his exam and drew the blood.  With
a minor adjustment he fitted the collar and snapped it into
place around Dan's neck.

"Sir, the collar has been attached and is ready for
testing," said the doc seemingly in mid-air.

"Thank you, stand back for testing.  Is Dan secured in
place?" said Craig over the PA.

"Yes sir, restrained at the wrists, chest, legs, ankles and
waist Sir."

"Good I'll try the first setting."

Dan jerked in place as a look of pain crossed his face.
"Damn, what the hell was that?" yelled Dan a moment later as
the shock subsided.

"That is your collar, anytime you are in need of correction,
that is one way it can be given.  A wrong response, speaking
out of turn or any transgression can cause you to receive a
shock.  The collar is also wired into a perimeter alarm.
Should you somehow,
and it's never been done, approach the edge of the property
the collar will send you a shock sufficient to knock you
out.  You received the first of ten levels.  I believe a few
more are about to be tested."

Another shock struck giving Dan the look of someone in the
throws of a stroke. "OH FUCK!!!!!!!, you're going to kill me
with this fucking collar, STOP!."

"Oh, we won't kill you.  The levels are designed to cause
pain but will not in any other way harm you. You won't
suffer a heart attack or anything else besides the pain.
You may feel like you are having one but you aren't.  You
will live to receive it again, as many times as needed even
if the blow causes you to black out, "said Craig over the
loudspeaker.

Craig no sooner finished his statement when another stronger
shock was inflicted by the collar.  Dan almost passed out as
he shrieked in terror.


"I think we have gotten the point across for now. Guard I
want this man moved to Block A and suspended as usual  for
the night."

"Sir, yes Sir!"

The guard assisted the doctor in the removal of the
restraints and replaced the cuffs on Dan's wrists. "Any
false move and I will use the collar to shock you," he
warned as he accepted the transmitter from the doc and
affixed it to his belt. "This way."

The guard and Dan entered a large room.  Surrounding the
room were cages.  In each of the cages was one man each.
The height of the cage was short, not allowing its prisoner
to stand but instead forcing him to crouch down with his
thighs about parallel with the floor.  Each man hands were
pulled to his sides and suspended by cuffs to the top of the
cage. A bar had been placed between the ankles and kept them
wider than shoulder width apart.  Nothing else could be seen
within the cage, only the bars forming it, allowing full
vision of the inhabitant.  A single hook fastened the bar to
the bottom of the cage further removing any possibility of
movement.

With no lost motions, the guard with the assistance of
another and with a hand kept near the transmitter,
maneuvered Dan into the cage and into position.  The night
would certainly not be a comfortable one for Dan. Once all
the manacles were in place the guard closed the door to the
cage and engaged the lock on it as well.  A hose hung from
above and was close enough so that water could be gotten.
The end of the hose was shaped as a phallus and required a
particular sucking action to release any water.  Dan was
repulsed by the thought of what he would have to do, but
could clearly see other individuals performing the required
task to receive a drink.  He was thirsty beyond belief as he
tried to find some little movement that might yield just a
little relief.  Little did he know that while drawing blood
the doctor had administered a diuretic that would make him
excessively thirsty.  Time passed and his thirst finally won
out forcing him to attempt to take water.  As soon as the
smallest amount was received he backed off hoping it would
satiate his thirst and he would not need to continue the
abnormal actions. Even though his mind realized he was only
trying to get needed water, the actions were that of someone
he claimed not to be.  He had to mimic a cock sucker and he
could not bear the thought of doing so. He would find
himself locked in this torturous position for the rest of
the night.  It was bad enough that he had to defile himself
just to get water, his position was so uncomfortable that
his knees were beginning to ache after a very short time.
His calves and thighs began to burn with agony and his arms,
his arms and chest were causing major discomfort.  His
shoulders were becoming sore.  He had no idea how long he
had been in this position. There were no clocks any where to
be seen.  His watch had been removed before he was even led
to the interrogation room.  Suddenly his collar came to life
repeating the level of shock he had first been introduced
to, the mildest setting, but in the position his body was
in, even that level of shock was torture like he had never
felt.  The lights were dimmed but not turned out.  There was
just enough light that he could see his position and that
damned cock shaped faucet that he had to manipulate to
receive the precious water that his body was begging for.
At odd intervals the collar continued to shock him.  It was
impossible to sleep, but if he had been able to, just to
shut his eyes long enough to start to drift off, the shock
jerked his body back to full consciousness and exacerbated
his predicament.  As the hours went by the meal he had eaten
before detonating the bomb, worked its way through his
system and he found himself in the more uncomfortable pains
of needing to empty his bowels.  His cries for help went
unheeded and finally losing all control his body forced him
to defecate in place, held ever so tightly by his bonds.
The stink rose to invade his nostrils as his stool lie below
him on the base of the cage.  His bladder had also let loose
and only added to not only his physical but mental
discomfort.

When morning finally came a guard entered the room and with
a powerful hose cleaned away the mess left not only by Dan
but by several others.  While cleaning the cages no attempt
was made to avoid the inhabitants, as a matter of fact the
hose was focused on them numerous times with a special
attention paid to their groin.  The hose would sweep back
and forth over their body from their face to their neck to
their shoulders and arms then down zigzagging across their
chests, catching both legs and then dead center the guard
would focus it right at their dick and balls.  It even
seemed that as the area was being targeted the stream was
being concentrated to a more needle sharp pinpoint so that
it could render a higher level of pain.  After the shower
the men were untouched, they just remained to air dry.

The four sons had spent the night in their father's
bedrooms.  Jason and Jed had held each other close
throughout the night and cried on each other's shoulders as
the gravity of the situation sank into their brains.  They
had both lost a person they loved dearly.  Jed had loved his
wife since the day they had met.  He had been overjoyed when
she accepted his proposal.  From their union they had born a
son, Jason, the person now that Jed had found he loved in a
way he could never have imagined.  He had been concerned
what would happen if his wife ever became aware of his
relationship with his son.  From what he had been told of
Dan's statement he felt that his wife would be understanding
for Jason but he could not fathom that she might ever accept
the feelings that he was having and especially for his own
son. But now with her gone, he could continue the
relationship with Jason without fear of her disapproval.  It
was saddening that should a terrible act could solve a
problem but that was what had happened.  Who was he to
question what took place.

He looked forward to Saturday morning with a certain degree
of dread but at the same time with the assurance that he and
Jason were free to develop their bond to the fullest degree.
His home had too many memories, he would have to speak to
Greg and see if something could be arranged for him and
Jason. Jason had already informed him that the four had
discussed things and Jason was moving into the house with
the other three for the last semester of college.  Perhaps
he could make some arrangement as had Don and Coach and move
into the mansion with the others, then when the sons moved
back they would all be together.

His conscious was also bothering him to a certain extent.
Ted and he had spoken with the doctor and they had come up
with a plan which had been carried out to make everyone
think that Dan had died in the explosion along with Alice
and Abby.  His car was found just a block from the house and
it would not take any convincing to have the case closed
declaring Dan as the one who had blown up the house and the
occupants and unfortunately for him, took his own life at
the same time.  After all his years on the force and his
families  connections with the force he felt uncomfortable
doing what he had done but he realized full well that this
was the only way to insure Dan would receive the punishment
he deserved. Jason and Bill assured him that this was
justice in the purest form and Dan could not be a better
candidate for it.

The next task at hand was to locate Mars.  They would need
to arrange some type of service to bring closure to
everything and Mars needed to know what had happened.  It
had been his mother's love that had sent him away and
protected him from the wrath of his father.  Now Jed needed
to discuss with Greg and Craig just what could be done to
give Mars the support he would need.

As the men gathered for breakfast the discussion turned
first to what would happen with Dan today, and then to what
needed to be done for the services.

"I believe that the inspection last night determined that
there are insufficient remains to use for a
burial for anyone that was involved, so it looks like a
memorial service may be the only answer." announced Ted to
the group.

"I see what you mean, but what about their son Mars?" asked
Greg.

"Ted, I want you to start digging and see if you can find
Mars, then we can arrange to bear the bad news," said Craig.

"Sir, I have an email address for Mars that I can probably
contact him at.  He wouldn't let me know his address but
gave me the email so I could keep in touch.  I never gave
him an hassle when he outed himself to the family and tried
to support him so I thing that kept us on somewhat good
terms, I didn't mention it before because I wasn't sure of
what was going on and truthfully was too disturbed about Mom
to think about it," said Jason.

"Excellent do you have that address with you?" asked Ted.

"No sir it's in my dorm on my computer but we could call my
roommate later and he could access it for us and send it
here."

"Good Evan you have a computer set up in your room would you
help Jason to get that?" asked Greg,

"Sure no problem, Sir as soon as Jason thinks we can get in
touch with him."

"Evan, I'm still granddad, you don't have to call me Sir at
the breakfast table," said Greg.

"I know granddad, but I like the sound of it, especially if
it means you're going to be working on my butt or somewhere
else," chided Evan.

"I'll work on something all right, but just remember in this
house we're equal opportunity players, we all get to play
both sides and as much as I would love to whip that ass of
yours right now I drool at the thought of you working over
mine," retorted Greg to a chorus of "Amens" around the table
from all present.

To be continued.
Written by Rod

Copyright 2005 by Rod

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