Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 22:41:54 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul?-16

To:Grdmars@netwrks.com

Sub: Need to get in touch

From:Jelroy@usniv.edu

Mars,
Several things have happened which make it
necessary to get in touch as soon as possible.
Please call me collect at 1602-555-1345 as soon
as you get this email.   There will be no
further problem with your father.  It is safe to
return to Phoenix.  Please call me as soon as
possible.

Jason



Mars couldn't believe as he read the email from his cousin
that he could actually return home.  What had happened?  He
had been at school for a year and a half after the scene with
his Dad.  His mother had stood by him and filed for a
divorce.  She had taken the house which made his father all
the worse.  When he threatened to cause them both bodily harm
his Mother had convinced him to leave, go away to school and
make something of himself.  She didn't want him to be harmed
either physically or mentally for the rest of his life
because his father was of such an attitude.  Maybe with time
things could be worked out, but until then it would be best
if he were somewhere far away.

He had decided to go out east and with his Mother's blessing
and regular deposits to an account he had, he was able to
apply himself to his school work.  He had always dreamed of
becoming a social worker.  He felt that circumstances just as
his, needed people who could understand and be there to help
those teens who had not been as fortunate as he to have at
least one parent who did care and supported him.  All too
often both parents turned on the teen and he or she would be
forced to live on the streets, many times not making it to
the age of 21.  The physical and mental strains placed on
these kids was more than any child should ever have to
shoulder.  These individuals were just that, they were still
kids.  No matter what else may be, even though they had
determined their lifelong orientation, they were still kids
and needed the support of a family.  If their family was not
going to be there for them, then something had to make up the
difference.  Mars felt that this was his calling; someday he
would be in a position to help these unfortunate children.

He had already found himself in a difficult position.  Here
he was a college student, an individual who by definition
usually had a difficult time of things financially and only
partway into his studies he certainly was not prepared to do
his life's work.  That night a while back, as he returned to
his apartment he could never have been less prepared for what
would await him.

Entering into his building he almost stumbled over someone
just inside the entry.  It was a cold night and this creature
had snuck into the vestibule of the building to get some
protection from the elements.  In this particular part of the
east the weather could be quite brutal and it had dipped to
below twenty degrees that particular afternoon.

Mars could not ignore the person and ask if he could help.
With a small shaky voice the blond boy about sixteen years of
age replied that he was homeless and hadn't eaten for several
days.  The cold was just too much and he had found his way
into the building for warmth.  He asked if there was
something he could do for Mars for which Mars could provide
him with something to eat.

Without any self concern Mars helped the boy to his feet and
told him to come with him to his apartment.  Over the next
hour and between several bowls of ramen noodles and some hot
chocolate the boy relayed his story.

Glenn had been the only son of a well to do family.  He had
attended the best of schools and always had whatever he
wanted.  Turning sixteen three months ago his father had even
bought him a new car, a convertible, not the most prudent for
the area's climate, but the dream of a teenager. It had been
a bright yellow Mustang convertible.  Glenn loved that car,
but more importantly he loved a good buddy of his who he had
known since before kindergarten.  His father had caught them
together in the back seat of the car making out and in doing
so, found that his only son was also gay.  This was a fact
that he could not tolerate.

Glenn's father had blown up at the scene and would have
beaten up both boys if they hadn't gotten away so fast.
They had grabbed their clothes and ran from the car in the
opposite direction of his father as quickly as possible. When
Glenn arrived at home his father was still fuming.  His
mother stood by and said nothing, just glared at him with a
look of despair.  His father informed him that he would not
tolerate a fucking homo in his home and Glenn was to leave.
Glenn went to his room and started to pack, not having any
idea where he would go.  As he was packing his father came
into the room and informed him that nothing in the room
belonged to him and he was to leave now.  Glenn went to grab
the keys to his car but, before he could grasp them his
father had.  Glenn's father then told him there was no way in
hell that he was getting the car and he better just get his
ass out of his house.  He never wanted to see him again and
didn't give a damn what would happen to him.

Glenn started to argue and ask why with him only being
sixteen; his father was doing this, without anything how
could he survive?  His father looked at him coldly and stated
that he didn't support faggots and didn't care what happened
to him, as far as he was concerned he no longer had a son.
When Glenn started to approach his Dad, he felt first a slap
to his face, then a punch to his gut.  As he writhed in pain
doubled over, his father grabbed him by his belt and escorted
him to the door.  Unceremoniously he literally threw him out
of the side door of the house and slammed it shut behind him,
all the while making the comment that he was lucky he was
leaving him with the clothes on his back.

Glenn had tried to contact some of his friends, first of all
his buddy whom he had been with, but it seems that his father
had called the other fathers and made sure he would not be
welcome.  The other boys Glenn knew were afraid that if they
crossed their fathers they too might end up in a similar
condition.  Several of the guys did arrange to meet him
somewhere and give him a little cash but it didn't amount to
very much and didn't last very long no matter how he tried to
stretch it.  He was under the false impression
that it would be of no good to try to go to the police
because his father had warned him that being over 16 he would
report him as a run-away and if he was apprehended by the
police would be incarcerated.  Glenn was even more afraid of
what might happen then, especially if it got out that he was
gay.

Mars felt for Glenn and had to help him.  Though he lived
frugally somehow he had to provide for this boy.  Something
he was in him attracted him immediately.  When he found that
Glenn had been on the streets for a little over a month and
had fallen into some drugs, the decision was all the more
concrete.  Here was an individual who was cast aside like a
piece of garbage.  Living on the streets he had been tempted
by drugs and gotten hooked on them making his situation even
worse.  He had prostituted himself in order to try to support
his need for food, but the need for drugs became paramount
and was leading him to a path of self-destruction that would
probably end soon in a grave, just another statistic.

Mars got him cleaned up after being fed and put him to bed in
his bed.  This boy needed someone to care for him.

Several weeks had passed and as Glenn improved he stole a
very special part of Mars' heart.  Mars knew it wasn't right
to become emotionally involved but the emotions were too
strong.  He soon found he was in love with this boy.  With
the age difference that too was a problem.  If authorities
found out, he could be prosecuted for contributing to the
delinquency of a minor and rape.  It was too important for
Mars not to fall into that trap and he found himself
constantly aching in his wish to go further with Glenn.
Instead he avoided any actual sex act.  It was very difficult
for both, but Mars did his best to convince Glenn that it
would have to be that way.  In time, when Glenn reached
eighteen, things could be different, but for now they could
not engage in any acts of sex.

The email had Mars all the more concerned, what would happen
now with Glenn.  He could only trust that somehow things
would work out so he called Jason.

"Hello, Jason, this is Mars"

"Mars, I am so glad you got the email.  How are you?"

"OK, a lot going on with school and all, but you know how
that is don't you?  Aren't you in your final year?" asked
Mars.

"Yeah finally, but man we need to talk there has been some
pretty heavy stuff going down.  Where are you?"

"Well you know I am out east, I didn't want to tell anyone
just where because of Dad."

"I know that, but that's not a concern right now.  I need to
know exactly where you are."

"Are you sure Jason, what is going on?"

"Listen Mars I can't explain over the phone, I need to do it
in person."

"What do you mean in person?  Jason what's going on? Tell me
something man!" stated Mars getting more agitated by the
moment.

"Mars, it is very important that you come back to Phoenix as
soon as possible.  I will make arrangements as soon as you
will tell me where you are so I can set up your airline
ticket.  You have got to get back here now."

"Jason there is another problem, I can't explain it right now
but I have someone with me I can't leave alone."

"Not a problem man I'll set up tickets for two just tell me
what I need to know so I can get your asses back here."

"OK, you never where one to take no for an answer and I
presume you also refuse to tell me anything more?"

"That's right man not tell I see you in person, so give!"

Mars proceeded to give the needed info to Jason plus a little
bit of the story behind Glenn, while they were still on the
phone, Craig sitting there in the office the whole time and
listening in on the conversation, had booked flights for the
two for the very afternoon.  Mars was to get to the airport
and there he could pick up the tickets for both himself and
Glenn.  By four that afternoon they would pick up the two at
Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix.

"See you later buddy," said Jason as they concluded the call.

"You too, but I wish you would tell me something now!"
retorted Mars.

"In due time, when you are here, not before.  Have a safe
flight."

"I thing it is time we proceeded with the next steps for
Dan," said Craig as he picked up the phone and called the
center.

"I need Dan Goodrich removed from his cage and given normal
cleanout procedures and body shave, leave the pit hair,
remove all other, have him in the Red Room in forty-five
minutes," ordered Craig.

"What will those procedures entail, if I may ask?" asked
Jason.

"A series of enemas and shaving, if you and the others would
like to observe get together and meet me back here in the
next five minutes and we'll go over to the center to watch."

"Yes Sir I'm sure we will all be there."

Ten minutes later the five, Craig, Jason, Evan, Bobby, and
Jimmy accompanied by Jed and Greg entered the observation
room.  On the screens they could see Dan hanging by wrist
cuffs in the shower room receiving a body shave.  Every bit
of his hair was removed with the exception of that under his
arms.  When they took him down from the hooks he was ordered
to kneel and even the hair on his head, and eyebrow and
lashes were cleaned away.  Three full enemas were
administered and his pains could be heard as he fought the
procedures.  Shocks were given at least five times thru the
procedures.  He just didn't seem to learn.  He chose not to
cooperate, which would have reduced the pain, or he had to
run off at the mouth with his obscenities, either one would
earn him a correction.  The collar was all too able to give
it to him.

At the appointed time Dan was moved to the Red Room, Craig
moved into position at a console where he would be able to
talk to Dan over the PA as things would progress.  The others
remained in their seats to observe just what was going to
transpire.

"Dan you still haven't learned anything yet, have you?" asked
Craig.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about, I ain't no
damn fag and don't like being treated like one!" shouted Dan

"Well over the next bit of time I think you will have a
change of attitude. Whip master have him positioned per
instructions."

Several attendants took Dan and began to affix him to a frame
in the middle of the room.

Each wrist was encased with a piece of metal that was about
eighteen inches long with a round area in the center that
encompassed the wrist.  Bridging over the hand in an arc was
another piece of metal that cupped over the ends of each
finger.  A clamp fastened down on the end of the finger
keeping the finger in place and the fingers of the hand fully
extended in a fan like manner.  The ends of the metal bar
were positioned across the corners of the frame pulling the
arms taught at a forty-five degree angle to the body.

Each foot was placed into a special metal object that left
the bottom of the foot exposed and grasped each toe, slightly
spreading them.  The skin area between the toes was exposed
and with the coverings over the toes they actually formed a
v, allowing an object to travel down the crevice and unable
to avoid the tender skin area between the toes. These were
fastened at the bottom corner of the frame, also spreading
the ankles apart in such a way that the body now formed a
very tight X.  A center support held the waist in place, with
one piece of metal formed across the back just above the hips
and a leather strap across the abdomen holding it tightly
down.

The frame was movable in several ways and could fold in the
middle.  After being secured the frame was moved into
position suspended Dan in a laying position as if he were on
his back. The apparatus then began to fold and his feet were
brought over his head.

"The first thing we are going to do is test you pain level.
Feel free to scream as much as you want it doesn't matter at
this point," said Craig.

The whip master then took a cane and landed it first across
the bottom of one foot and then the other. Each blow was
accentuated with a cry of pain from Dan.  The area between
each of his toes then received the cane.  The blows were
swift and had but thirty seconds or so between them.  After
all the areas between the toes had received a blow the whip
master went back and started over until each area had
received five kisses of the cane.

"As you have chosen a path to be destructive to others, let
the pain in your feet bring to mind how your path as provided
pain to those who once loved you.  The marks on your feet
will last as scars and shall serve as a reminder," said
Craig.

With that the whip master picked up his whip and with four
blows made a X on the bottom of each foot splitting the skin
in such a way that a scar would surely be left for life.

The frame began to rotate and Dan was in an upright position
as if standing.

"You should pray that those who have loved you should forgive
you, while you are praying you should be on your knees asking
their forgiveness."

The whip sliced through the air and struck just behind the
knees just breaking the skin so that a scar would be left but
not further damaging the knees.

"As you walk remember the pain you have forced upon your son,
his is mental, yours shall be both mental and physical," said
Craig.

Dan shouted as the whip landed across his Achilles tendons
first on one leg and then the other.  Damage would result
that would pain him in every step.

The whip master moved around to the front and took his
position.

"You have lost your heart in the treatment of those who loved
you. We will forever mark the spot where it should have
been."

The whip cracked forth again and with two strokes left an X
on his breast where his heart should be.

Dan had been screaming with each blow to the extent that his
voice was now going hoarse.  As the second blow assaulted his
chest he fainted.  An attendant threw a bucket of salt water
on him and he revived.

"Since you claim to not be interested in the pleasures of the
flesh and abhor the ways of the homosexual you will be
reminded of the areas that can bring pleasure.  However, your
reminder will be that of pain."

With the control for which he was noted, the whip master
lashed out with his instrument.
Dan thought his chest would explode as the tip of the whip
bit at one nipple and then the other.  They responded by
engorging with blood and turning a bright red but not a drop
of blood was spilt.  Next the whip attacked the area under
his arms and the question of why he had not been shaved there
was soon answered.  Each nip of the whip grasped hair and
ripped it out.  As if the whip could not cause enough pain,
the ripping of his hair made it all the worse.  The lashes
continued until every vestige of hair had been removed.

Moving back behind Dan once again, the whip master began to
pepper his back and ass.  Each blow left a strike of pain but
did not break the skin.  Within a short time no sign of
lashes would be seen anywhere on his back or buttocks.

"With your hands you have taken two lives, people who loved
you but you betrayed.  So that you will never forget what you
hands have done they will be marked."

The whip made two trips to the top of each of Dan's hands and
left the skin split so it would scar.  An X had again been
formed this time on the back, top of his hands.  Moving into
position the same was done to the palms of his hands so that
they would forever more be marked.

The frame began to move again and Dan found himself again in
a lying position with his feet over his head.  The ball
stretcher and separator that had been applied to his tackle
held his balls extended from his body, tightly enclosed with
the skin pulled paper thin.  His cock had erected and stood
proudly above him, red and engorged.  With the angle of his
legs and his bent body every inch of his tackle was well on
display as well as the crack of his ass.  His anus was
unavoidable as he hung upon the frame.

His mind was turning to mush.  He no longer had any idea of
what he believed.  All he knew was the pain that was coursing
through his body.

With a whoosh through the air the whip ever so lightly but
leaving pain beyond comprehension struck the tip of his cock.
The next blow and the ones following worked their way down
the corona and the shaft.  One of the most horrifying was
when the tip of the whip wrapped around the ridge just at the
base of the corona.  Dan again passed out and had to be
revived.  No sounds could be heard from Dan as the blows made
contact, his voice was long gone and his mind was unable to
comprehend anything that was happening.  His only sense was
one of excruciating pain.

Another series of blows of the whip worked the area down his
ass crack.  First at the top, then at the bottom, each blow
working its way closer to the anus.  When the area had been
covered the last blow hit dead center on his rosebud.  The
blow had been harder in nature and unlike the others to the
area did break skin and draw blood.  Two more blows were to
follow but before they could be given Dan again had to be
resuscitated.  After coming too, one blow struck his left
testicle, no breaking of the skin but the pain caused him to
black out again.  After reviving another blow struck home on
the right testicle, again not breaking skin but leaving its
owner unconscious till he was revived.

No sooner had the blows come to a halt then Craig entered the
room, the doctor at his side.  Reaching up between his legs
Craig grasped Dan's cock and with the assistance of the
doctor pierced the cock and inserted a one and a half inch
PA.

The frame rotated as Craig and the doctor stepped out of the
way and Dan was placed in an upright position once again. The
doctor clamped one nipple as Craig reached for the piercing
needle and forced it through the engorged and tender tissue.
Dan's eyes became the size of saucers as he witnessed what
was occurring.  Once the heavy ring was sealed the other
nipple received similar treatment.

The attendants stepped forward and removed Dan from his
shackles and putting him on a gurney removed him from the
room.

He was deposited in a stark room and placed on a hard
concrete floor.  As the door closed a spray started from the
ceiling with some type of disinfectant.  The light was
extinguished and he was left for the time being.  His mind
was beyond the ability to think, it was as if the pain had
wiped away every thought he might have.  The only function he
now had was to continue to breathe.  Each breath was a task
for which he had to focus his attention.  There was nothing
beyond that; his only function was to live.  He did not even
have the mental capacity to wish to die, his thought process
was gone.

At Sky Harbor Airport Jason, Jed and Greg waited to meet Mars
and Glenn.  Ted stood by in the limo to return them to the
mansion.

Mars came into the baggage area and immediately saw Jason and
Jed, waving to them from the still secure area he was coming
from.  Beside him was the person they presumed to be Glenn.
Glenn did appear to be about sixteen, blond, stood about 5'9"
about 145 lbs.  He had the most beautiful copper colored eyes
and very fair skin.  His hair was somewhat short and looked
very attractive.  His body was rather well built for a
sixteen year old with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He
had the typical bubble butt and was very well balanced with
an ample basket in the front.  This kid was really jail bait
if it every existed.

Mars ran for Jason and they hugged.  As their hug seemed to
be a little longer than socially acceptable the two suddenly
realized it and blushing stepped apart.

"Jason and Uncle Jed this is Glenn," said Mars by way of
introduction.

Jason pulled Glenn into a hug and then quickly released him.
"Welcome Glenn, nice to meet you!"

Glenn shook hands with Jed and Greg.

"Nice to meet you Glenn," said Jed as he then turned and gave
Mars a hug.

"Glenn we're happy to have you here, I hope you will enjoy
your stay," said Greg. "Mars, I've heard a lot about you.
Glad to finally meet you too," he said turning to Mars and
shaking his hand.

"Mars, and Glenn this is Greg Forester a very important part
of our life these days. Can we grab you baggage and get
going? We have a car waiting," said Jason.

"Sure we just have one bag between us, and I think I see it
coming up now," replied Mars.

As they got into the car Mars was somewhat overcome by the
elegance of the situation. "Wow what happened that landed you
here Jason, this is pretty neat?" he whispered to Jason.

"I'll fill you in on everything later, right now just enjoy,"
replied Jason.

The trip to the mansion didn't take very long and Mars was
itching to find out just why he had been summoned back to
Phoenix so abruptly.  He was afraid to bring up the subject
in the car considering Glenn and Greg were present.  He
didn't know just how Greg fit into everything but felt he
would probably learn soon. As for Glenn, not knowing what the
reason was, he didn't want to bring it up and have something
said he would rather not tell Glenn about at this stage.

As soon as they entered the mansion grounds Glenn and Mars
were obviously very impressed.  The looks on their faces were
ones of awe as the limo passed the beautiful grounds
surrounding the mansion and pulled up to the immense
structure.

Jason grabbed their bag from the trunk and raced into the
mansion telling them to follow and he would show them to
their rooms.  He asked Mars if he would prefer to stay with
Glenn or would they prefer separate rooms.  Mars replied that
it would be better if they stayed in the same room. Jason
showed him and Glenn into their suite.  Glenn went into the
bathroom and Mars asked, "Jason I am here now, can you
explain what is going on?"

"Mars hurry up and get settled and then we'll go down for
dinner.  I know you haven't had dinner yet and I'll bet both
of you are starving.  After dinner we will all sit down and
explain everything," answered Jason.

Dinner was simple but very enjoyable.  Glenn soon found
himself in a spirited discussion with Bobby and Evan with an
invitation to play some pool after dinner.  Greg commented
that that would be a great idea while Jed, Jason, Mars, Craig
and he had their discussion after dinner.  Mars and Glenn
were surprised by the number of men at he table and the open
discussion.  For the first time in a long time they both felt
very comfortable.

Sitting in the study after dinner Jed began the discussion.
"Mars, we know it was very difficult when your father took
the attitude he did about you.  Your mother loved you very
much.  We are just sorry that you had to go away like you did
but I guess it was for the best.  Your father had made
threats.  On Friday evening he carried out some of those
threats and set a bomb off in your house.  Your mother and
your Aunt Abby were killed in the explosion.  His only regret
was that you weren't there as well."

"Oh my God, Mom is dead?" shrieked Mars as tears began to
fall.

"Yes son, I'm afraid so."

"Have they caught Dad?" asked Mars.

"Let's say that he can not do anything to anyone else now,"
replied Craig.

"What do you mean? Is he in police custody?"

"No he is not in police custody.  We have a lot of things to
discuss, and it won't be easy but depending on several things
we will give you as much information as possible," said Greg.

Over the next several hours the men held their discussion.
Mars could not believe some of the things he was hearing.
He understood what he was being told but found it hard to
believe.  The men had asked him his opinions on several
things and as he answered, they had revealed more information
to him.  His college education, his relationship and desires
for helping Glenn were just a few of the things they
discussed.  By the time they had finished, Mars stated that
he wanted to see his father.  Craig suggested that they do
that the following day.  In the meantime arrangements were
being made for the memorial services and they would make the
necessary contacts with his college to clear his absence for
them.  They would also look into him transferring to the
school that the others attended and moving in with them in
the house, so that he could complete his degree.  Glenn was
discussed and it was decided that as soon as possible Don
would investigate the legal ramifications and get things
established so that he could stay there and get back into
school.  Whatever needed to be done so that Mars could finish
up the semester without penalty would be taken care of, and
the next semester would start after transferring.

To be continued

Written by Rod Copyright 2005 by Rod

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