Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2006 23:43:11 -0500 From: rod <rodwl@comcast.net> Subject: Good Counsul?-28 "Mr. Bellows, the new inductee William Reinhold is pretty intoxicated. How do you want to handle him? " asked the intake officer. "I think we better let him sleep it off first. I want him to be totally sober when I meet him in the interrogation room. Use one of the mock jail cells. That way he will just think he's been hauled off to jail again for DUI," replied Craig. "Very well, Sir, Thank you Sir, I'll leave word to have you notified when he has dried out sufficiently." "Thank you, I'll be looking forward to this one," replied Craig as he then hung up the phone. "Mars, Jimmy I'm glad you were able to get here so quickly," said Greg as the two men entered his office. "What has happened that you need the two of us?" asked Jimmy. "This afternoon we picked up a William Reinhold, he has been on our lists for a while and was kicked up to a priority just last week when his last drunken accident resulted in the death of his wife. The problem is when she died that left him as the only living relative to their six children ranging in age from two to twelve years of age. To compound the situation when he was apprehended the children were with him." "Where are they now? They can't be here in the center, children have never been allowed here," asked Mars. "That's true, but the apprehending officer did not know what to do and brought them here along with their father. We have him in the pseudo jail cell to dry out for now and the kid's only saw a lounge room. Bill and Glenn took them over to the house and let them meet Rainbow and with the help of the kitchen staff they are getting something to eat. From what I overheard it had been several days since they had eaten," replied Greg. "That lousy son-of-a-bitch, if I could get a hold of him he'd lose his balls first before I made him hurt in the worse way all over!" exclaimed Jimmy. "Patience, Patience Jimmy. I feel the same way but that is why I called you. I want you to handle the legal arrangements so that we can take these kids away from that bastard and be sure they will never be hurt by him again. Just stay cool until we can accomplish that then we will deal with him. The only problem is, where do we send them once we have extricated them from him?" said Greg. "I've been meaning to talk with you along those lines Sir," replied Mars. "I see so many kids daily that just seem to fall through the cracks in the system. Children like this who due to the budget with the agency end up being split up or have problems in the foster care that does eventually become available, if at all. Otherwise, they end up in group homes that I really am not so proud to represent. I've been wondering if there was some way that we could start a facility that could care for children in an extended family manner, that is with couples, who could oversee the kids' day to day lives and act as family. A big need is for a place where we could help teens; especially those who have been thrown out by their bigoted parents when it was found that they preferred or caught during normal experimentation are believed to be gay. The number of these kids that we find malnourished or dead in the streets is mind-boggling and these kids just end up selling themselves to keep going and then die from some STD, all too often AIDS. If we do get them into the system we have a problem finding Foster Care that will accept gay kids and then, after they are bounced around a few times or beat up by other kids in the foster home, they run away, often, never to be found again , at least alive. If we could establish something, I think we could make a difference in many lives. These six would only be a small beginning but it's a place to start," said Mars with a level of emotion just about bringing him to tears. "I have to agree, I see the need everyday, and the city of Phoenix needs a good facility where we would know that any child no matter what his sexual preferences or proclivities may be could be cared for in a caring, nurturing and supportive way that would allow him to later become an asset rather than a liability to society. I for one am more than willing to do anything I can do to assist with the legalities that would be needed to get this off the ground and I would bet there are several others in this household as well as others throughout the city who would be willing to help in some way or another," stated Jimmy. "I'm glad to see how strongly you two feel about the cause, but what do you suggest we do with the six individuals sitting in the mansion kitchen right now?" asked Greg. "Understanding the circumstances I will fill out the proper forms for Child and Family Services to remove them from their former home, or in lack of one from their father. I managed to get a license for fostering children for several of us, Don had his originally because of Glenn, Glenn now that he is over 21, myself, and surprisingly enough when I approached them, both George and Bill as well as Jed and Ted were in favor of the idea and made successful application. I will simply assign the kids to perhaps Bill and Glenn as foster parents for right now?" said Mars. "You little sneak! Why didn't you ask Craig and me?" "We were planning too, but not until we felt there was sufficient need. Would you like to have me prepare the forms?" asked Mars. "Do you think you really need to ask that question, what do you think we have been doing for the last how many years?" laughingly replied Greg. "Before you do that let me check out everything, I may find a more advantageous way for us to handle things rather than all of the men just being licensed to be foster parents. Let's look at the angle of settling up a facility and what will be necessary for its creation and administration. That type of set-up might, in the long run, simplify many factors and allow us to better and quicker serve a greater number of children. In the mean time, go ahead with the assignment of the six to Bill and Glenn, if they of course agree. Why don't we have housekeeping prepare a few of the rooms in our wing then over coffee after dinner we can all discuss where and how we want to set this all up. I would think everyone in the house would like to get involved in this project," added Jimmy. "I think what we need to do now is have a discussion with the children and I would prefer if you, Jimmy would accompany me," said Mars. "Not a problem, glad to be there, I want to meet these kids and see how Bill and Glenn, the ultimate Masters are dealing with six young people, especially a two year old. This I would suspect should be entertaining," said Jimmy with a bit of laughter. When Jimmy and Mars entered the kitchen Rainbow never made a move towards them, he was too busy between Rebecca and John enjoying all their attention. After all he always seemed to gravitate towards the younger and since he couldn't stand next to Rebecca and Angie at the same time being between John and Rebecca seemed to be the best alternative. He was curious about the girls but knew he loved to be around boys. Glenn was absent upon their arrival and reentered the room just after they had sat down to begin their conversation with the remaining five children. "Hey guys, glad to see you here!"said Glenn as he returned to his seat with little Pete still hanging around his neck. "Here's one very good little boy, only two years old and he's already potty trained. Knew just what the score was and let me know, so there was no mess. He's getting to be a real little man." Glenn tickled Pete as he showered him with compliments. Pete just smiled from ear to ear and looked for approval first at Billy and then back up to Glenn. "Good boy, that's a good job.!" said Billy to his littlest brother with a genuine smile. "Mommy always told us to praise Pete when he did as he should. She said that would help him to be potty trained easier, she always told us to try to recognize each others accomplishments," said Randy. "Your mother was a very smart person," said Bill. ""We always thought so but she ain't around anymore," said Billy as if he were almost ready to go into tears. A single tear could be seen trying to make its way out on each of the kids' faces, a clue not overlooked by the four men. "What's happening with our dad?"asked Billy. "Let me ask you a few questions," replied Mars. What has been the situation since your mother died?" "Well at first we just tried to take care of ourselves. There wasn't a lot of food in the house and dad didn't stay around very much. When he was around he smelled of beer. We asked him to get more food since we were running out but he'd say he would then leave and come back who knows when without anything and madder then heck. We just tried to stay out of his way. The landlord came by this morning and kicked us out. Dad came home and found us on the steps. After he had a fight with the landlord he made all of us get into the van and we left. We didn't know where we were going but he kept saying he was going to get rid of us like he got rid of our mother. We were real scared but then a policeman pulled us over and in just a little while we where brought here. We really thank you for giving us some food cause we were real hungry. But, what is going to happen to us now? What about our dad?" replied Billy as he fought to hold back his emotions and act like the man he was supposed to be to care for his siblings. ""Did you father ever hit any of you?" asked Jimmy. "Only when we were bad sir, then he'd whop us real good, sometimes it was real hard to sit for a few days afterward," responded Billy. "How about before your mother died? How did your dad treat you then?" "He didn't want anything to do with us. We learnt to stay out of his way when he was around. Mom would have us go to our room and stay there as soon as he was coming in the door. If we didn't we might get whopped or yelled at for any little thing. Mom tried to keep us away and protect us from him, cause he always smelled like beer and wanted to yell at everybody. Mom always said as long as she was around he would have to get through her before he could touch any of us but he still got a hold of us every so often and let us have it, after he would throw her across the room for getting in the way." "Have any of you been in school lately?" asked Mars. "Until our mother died she sent us who could go, every day, while the little ones stayed with her, but after she died dad said we didn't need to go to school anymore and wouldn't let us go," said Billy. "Randy, did you like to go to school?" asked Mars. "Yes sir, I sure did I had a real nice teacher who treated me real great. I miss her like I miss my mommy," answered Randy. "John did you like to go to school?" asked Jimmy. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun especially this year since I got to go all day and got to eat lunch at school. Mommy had talked with the teachers and they let us have lunch at school every day, that way if we didn't get much at home at least we weren't as hungry. Mommy always tried to have something for us but we know it was hard sometimes. She'd not eat sometimes so we would have something then when she died daddy didn't care and since he wouldn't let us go to school we got pretty hungry," said John, "Don't worry, you will never need to be hungry again," said Glenn. "Bill and Glenn can I see you in the other room for a few minutes? Jimmy and Rainbow will stay with the kids I'm sure," asked Mars. "No problem, Pete can you hug me like you are hugging Glenn?" asked Jimmy. Pete let go of Glenn's neck and went right to Jimmy without question. Angie and Rebecca got down and hugged Rainbow as Bill stood and left the room with Glenn and Mars. "Glenn, Mars, remember the foster parent license applications you both filled out not too long ago?" asked Mars. "Oh yes, and now I take it one of us is going to get to use them?" asked Glenn. "Not exactly, each of you were approved for up to four foster children, so I think it would be best if I assigned three to each of you. Are you willing to accept them?" asked Mars. "Any thing to protect those kids, they are smart, well mannered, their mother loved them and taught them a lot, their father on the other hand is a real piece of work. Anything we can do to make things better for them is ok by me. Have any ideas?" answered Bill. "I second that," added Glenn. "I thought you would love, and you know I will be right there to help as well, I just can't remove them from their father and take assignment of them. Conflict of interest, if you know what I mean. I have had a discussion with Greg and we can have housekeeping set up a few more bedrooms in our wing for now. After dinner all of us will get together to discuss what we can do and how we want to do it. For now, I think we need to poll the staff and see if we have any volunteers to assist with the kids. As soon as Jimmy and I can get the red tape taken care of we will look into getting the older ones back in school and maybe a pre-school for the younger ones. Then after tonight's discussion I think we will have a better handle on what to do. Would you like to ask the kids or would you like me to ask them if they would like for you two to be their foster parents. You can either ask them individually, each asking three of them, or for ease you can ask them if they would like both of you for all of them, only the paper work would reflect assignment of certain ones to one or the other of you.." said Mars. "I think it would be better for them to think of both of us as foster parents to all of them rather than us asking, making them choose or us choosing and dividing them up. We are not going to split them up in any way so why not let them feel we both want them all and perhaps enforce their feeling of security," stated Glenn. "I knew there was a reason you got your degree in psychology!" laughed Bill. "Let's just see what kind of run for your money these kids give you!" "Hey old man, it hasn't been as many decades since I was their age as it has for you. I can still remember by childhood and the feelings I had so I think I can deal with them. At least for me it isn't ancient history," retorted Glenn. "Just wait till I get you in the dungeon again, you ass will pay for that remark and we'll see about ancient history. Your pain free ass will be ancient history when I get done," countered Bill. "Hey watch the comments. His ass belongs to me and don't you forget it!!!!" replied Mars. As they reentered the kitchen Rainbow was in his glory as five of the kids were all playing with him in the middle of the floor. Billy was stoically sitting next to Jimmy. Jimmy had his arm around Billy and Billy's eyes look a little red and swollen. "Billy, is something wrong?" asked Mars. "Billy feels bad that their father doesn't seem to love them anymore and is afraid of what will happen to them now. It doesn't seem to bother him that they may not be around their father any more as they are afraid of him and fear something could happen to them," answered Jimmy giving Billy an extra tug towards him. "Billy, Bill and I have a question for all of you," stated Glenn. "Guys listen up. We are going to be asked a question by Mister Glenn. Pay attention!" ordered Billy to his siblings. Each of them backed away from Rainbow and stood together. To see the look on their faces one would have thought they were about to be drug away to the gallows. Each child was looking downward trying not to cry while inside they had no idea what was going to happen in the next moment. Billy had taken a position next to them and Rainbow was trying his best to support them. His tail was wagging two-forty and he was trying to nudge his head into their hands, but the nervousness of the moment and the recent history these children had experienced would not allow them to pay attention to his playfulness. They felt the axe was about to fall and where ready to cry, no matter how old they were. "Would you ragamuffins like for Glenn and I to be your foster parents?" asked Bill. A smile appeared across the faces of the older three while the two girls began to cry. Pete just stood and looked at the others not knowing what to do or how to act. Bill picked up Angie and Glenn reached for Rebecca and held them tight. "Why are you crying sweetheart?" asked Glenn in his softest and gentlest voice. "What are foster parents?" asked Rebecca as Angie listened attentively. "Oh, sweetheart they are people who take care of you like you mother would have if she was still around. Would you like for Bill and I to do that for all of you?" answered Glenn. The tears ended and a smile came across the faces of both Angie and Rebecca. Pete seeing everybody else smile decided he would smile too and put his arms around Rainbow who was licking the side of his face, cleaning away the last vestiges of the chocolate cookies. After all chocolate chip was his favorite too and he had managed to get everyone of the guys to feed him some every so often. "Well, do we get an answer?" asked Glenn. "Oh yes sir!" yelled the five as the other three ran to Bill and Glenn to wrap their arms around their legs or waist. Not leaving Pete out Glenn reached over and managed to lift him up as well. "Does that mean you're our daddies now?" asked Angie. "I guess if you want us to be," replied Bill. "Thanks daddy!" said Pete as he buried his head in Glenn's shoulder. The four men couldn't help but shed a few tears of joy as they saw the reaction of the kids. That evening after dinner when the children had been attended to and safely tucked into bed in their new bedrooms, the men gathered together in the den. Jimmy had done his homework, over the next half hour he laid out the legalities of setting up an agency that would have the ability to handle the cases that Mars had mentioned earlier in the day. It was a short meeting as all were in agreement and the paperwork would be started the following day. For now the wing they lived in would be used as needed to provide space for any children brought within their responsibility. Construction would start and soon there would be a new facility to house their new division. It would be called Elmo's House. The name was that of the dog Glenn and Mars had wanted to keep back in the days of their first times together in the apartment while Mars was in school in Boston. They agreed that it was a child friendly name and part of the staff would definitely be a troop of furry friends as they seemed to be one of God's gifts who gave unselfishly of their love. Each human staff member would be carefully screened and well paid. They only wanted individuals who would be genuinely interested in the best for each child there. Mars would see that proper counselors would always be on hand and every child be they very young or an insolent older teen would be treated with respect and offered every opportunity to better them self. Whether they were straight, gay or not knowing their orientation, they would find support, be in a position where they would never be forced to do anything, other than normal chores and schoolwork, and would never be taken advantage of. A trust was set up and years later as the facility became better known, it gained the support of many of Phoenix's socialites so that each child could complete high school, then either vocational school or college. When they left Elmo's House they would be functioning, self-supporting members of society able to stand tall and get on with their life. It didn't hurt that as it turned out many were hired by Craig and Greg to work in one of the divisions of their company. No child ever became aware of the center unless after reaching the age of eighteen they demonstrated a proclivity towards the lifestyle and had in fact seeked out similar relationships with other willing individuals or decided to go into law enforcement. These persons were then counseled, given direction in the various fields that would be appropriate, and eventually, after careful consideration, given the offer of a position within the center. Others, wishing to follow medicine and associated fields had ended up joining the alcohol treatment facility, sometimes to make that facility their lifelong employer and sometimes to use it as a springboard to go to places all over the world. The following morning Rainbow did his morning duty of waking up the new additions to the family. Each received a few licks first on the hand then on the face and it they still didn't respond he pulled the blanket off of them and started barking, not a ferocious bark, just a friendly one while his tail was creating a whirlwind through the room. Each of the kids laughed as they awoke to find Rainbow by their side. Billy made sure that everyone made trips to the bathroom and then went to the door to Bill's room and knocked softly. Bill answered the door surprised that Billy was awake so early, but when he heard about their alarm clock, he just chuckled and commented that evidently Rainbow was anxious to play and since he knew they were there he just had to wake them up and get them out to play. Bill checked to see that they could all find something to wear, Mars had sent someone to check and found what few clothes the children had in the van they had been in that previous afternoon. With the sizes noted, one of the staff had made a few stops and gotten several changes of clothes for each of the children. Glenn and Bill would take them later to do some more extensive shopping. Glenn and Mars soon left their room ready to start the day after hearing the commotion in the previously unused bedrooms. Meeting with Bill and the kids they all proceeded down the stairs to breakfast. In the dining room where the rest of the men, without comment each one of the children soon found them self partnered with someone who was helping them get a plate and find a place at the table. Pete had of course latched on to Glenn and wouldn't let go. He giggled continuously as Glenn tickled him or somehow entertained him as he helped him consume a good breakfast. Somehow Glenn managed to get his own breakfast down as well. Just as they finished a couple of new faces appeared, at least as far as the kids were concerned and stated that they would help them all get started that day. There were a lot of things they could do and after all their new foster dad's had other work they had to do. Reluctantly Pete released his grip on Glenn and allowed one of the new people to take him. "I believe our Mr. Reinhold should be ready as he will ever be to meet with us this morning. Do we have everything ready for him?" asked Craig. "Yes sir, Don and I decided to give Dale a break on this one and between us we have drafted all the documents needed. By the time we have his signatures on the various forms he will be in voluntary servitude, the children will no longer be in his custody and instead in ours and he will no longer be a threat to anyone," answered Jimmy. "From what I hear from the guards he is especially testy this morning so I have already alerted the whip master to be ready," commented Greg. "Sir, if I may, Bill and I would prefer to handle that part of things if you don't mind," said Glenn. "I understand what you are asking but I fear that the two of you are too involved in this one, would you humor me by allowing the usual whip master to handle him today and then you both can have your chance during training. I know how you feel but I don't want to end up with him dying on us. Maybe after a few days both of you will be able to handle the situation in your normal professional manner and make his existence the living hell he deserves and make it last as long as possible." "Certainly Sir, we understand I do know it would be difficult to keep our emotions in check especially after being with those kids and knowing what he has done to them. Perhaps for today it would be best for us to concern ourselves with other matters and bide our time when he comes before us for training," said Bill. Craig and Greg both looked at Bill and Glenn and realized just how difficult things were at the moment for both of them but they admired the professionalism displayed. "Thank you Bill and Glenn, I'm sure this will be for the best and I appreciate your acceptance of my opinion," said Craig. Craig entered the interrogation room to find a very angry individual seated on the other side of the table. His wrists were fastened in the cuffs formed in the table in front of him. His clothes were disheveled and his hair appeared to have not been combed since he had awoken from his drunken stupor. "Where in the hell am I?" shouted the prisoner. "Right where I believe you ought to be I believe, in a place where you can be kept from dangering anyone in society again," replied Craig. "And where in the hell is that, I want to see an attorney, I'm gonna get out of this damn jail just like I get out of any other you fucking cops want to put me in!" shouted Reinhold. "First of all I'm not a cop; I'm your worst fear. I'm one person who you will not be able to get around and get away from. I am not someone you will screw and then manage to go on you merry and destructful way. I will see to it that you are the one who gets screwed this time, and I will be the first in a long line to do it. I noticed that you haven't even had the consideration to ask about your children. I presume you don't really care about them at all do you?" "Those fucking little assholes, if that cop hadn't stopped me I would have managed to get rid of all of them, I could really give a shit what happens to them, as far as I am concerned they could all role up and die like that fucking old lady of mine did. All she ever cared about was them." "Well then I don't see where you should have any objection to signing away your parental rights to them should you. Then someone else could be responsible for their needs." "Damn right, where can I sign, anything to get rid of them, then I wouldn't have to listen to their infernal whining. Even the older boys are too damn much like their mother, they'll cry over anything. I tried to teach them how to be men, but they're just a couple of little pansies." Craig pushed the form forward towards William Reinhold and handing him a pen Reinhold managed to sign the form without reading it as quickly as he could. "There, some other fool can put up with the little assholes now I don't want to ever hear about them again. Maybe this will work out OK, I got rid of them and didn't do anything that would cause me any more problems. " Craig put the forms into the folder at his side and continued to look at Reinhold in his disbelief that a father could be so callous towards his own children. "Now we need to deal with the next problem. You were responsible for the death of your wife due to your drinking and from what I understand, you have caused a number of other injuries to others for the same reason. I also understand that you have assaulted your wife and former children as well, all due to you problem with alcohol." "I ain't got no problem with alcohol, we get along real well. As far as those things you mentioned, it was there own fucking problem, not mine. When in hell am I going to get out of here? I said I wanted an attorney." "For the most part you are beyond what an attorney can do for you; however I do have one who has prepared documents for you to handle the situation. Since we have gathered enough evidence to get you sentenced to death rather than life imprisonment I'm going to make you an offer." "What kind of fucking offer do you think I would take from you?" "Watch you mouth Mr. Reinhold, I have an offer you can not, I repeat can not refuse." "Bullshit, I see the day you or any other fancy ass in their expensive suits can make me do what I don't decide I want to do." "Really, well if that is the case perhaps rather than making the offer first and allowing you to decide Ill just present you with the arguments that will force you to decide." "Like hell you will, I'll find a way to beat you at your game. You never fought with me before." "For all your bravado, it will be a pleasure to see you fall. Guard, come in please, and bring a prod with you!" "A guard with a prod, what the fuck are you doing around here? I ain't no farm animal." yelled Reinhold. "We'll see just how much you will wish you were one very shortly, farmers are normally pretty kind to their animals, but that isn't the case for you." "Guard, while one of you unfasten the cuffs I want the other two of you to stand on either side and be prepared to use your prods if Mr. Reinhold decides to make any ill-advised movement. No more than one of the cuffs was released when Reinhold tried to swing at one on the guards. Without hesitation one of the other guards zapped him with the prod. As his other hand had been uncuffed by then he fell to the floor shaking violently. Two of the guards reached down and each grabbing an arm pulled him to a standing position. "You do mean to add to our entertainment today don't you!" stated Craig. "The prods these gentlemen are using are not currently set at their highest setting but that can be changed, would you like to try again?" asked Craig. "No damn it! What the hell do you want?" "Would you like to see the offer or shall we continue with our persuasion?" "I already told you I sure as hell ain't going to accept any fucking offer you may have to present!" "Very well, guards attach a collar and fasten his wrists." >From the waist of one of the guards a leather collar appeared and found its way around Reinhold's neck. In a matter of seconds each wrist was raised and fastened one on each side of the collar. "Now that we have your undivided attention I believe it is time to prepare you for the next step. Guards strip him." Pulling a small hooked knife from their holsters two of the guards proceeded to cut away the clothing covering Reinhold's body. First the shirt fell to shred's and landed on the floor. Then the knife cut through his belt and slacks causing them to join the tattered shreds of his shirt at his feet. As one guard held a prod to his side with a finger on the trigger one other guard at a time lifted a foot and cut away the laces and removed first his shoe then with a swift flick of the wrist the sock fell to join the other apparel. The second guard repeated the actions of the first and William Reinhold stood covered only in a tee shirt and his boxer's. As he looked in shock at the unemotional continence of Craig, the guards continued the cutting of the fabric and within seconds Reinhold felt the air encircling his now nude body. Through his humiliation and shock he realized and even greater humiliation as he looked to the floor in shame and saw his cock standing still and becoming ever damper as his pre-cum had begun to flow. He could not fathom why his body was defying him and reacting in this way. Once again Craig suggested the presentation of his offer and once again he was obscenely rebuked. "Take him to the red room!" instructed Craig. As Reinhold looked at him in total hate and disbelief the guards escorted him out of the room and down the hall. When then entered the room Reinhold almost passed out. Before him was a rack, a rack he was sure he would soon be on. Around the room were mirrors with the exception of one area of a side wall where all descriptions of leather whips were neatly hung and arranged by some measure of their capacity to do damage, serious damage. Maybe he had carried his bravado too far. These guys really meant business and that business was going to put him in a lot of pain and very soon. The worst factor was the man standing in the room waiting for him. He had a hood over his head like an executioner. His body was all muscle and other than the very tight leather shorts and the harness criss-crossing his massive chest, every square inch of skin was revealed. This guy was massive, he must stand over six foot four in height, his chest was bigger than a barrel, his waist so small, but each thigh appeared bigger than his waist. Each upper arm looked to be thicker than most men's' thighs and the striation of the muscles underneath the skin showed there to be no visible body fat. This man's stomach looked like a washboard with very prominent and individualized ribbons of muscle, one after another disappearing into the black hugging shorts. The front of the shorts showed a protuberance that could literally choke a horse. The guards had Reinhold fastened securely into the frame in a matter of moments, even though time had stood still for him as he had floated into a state of total awe at the specimen of a man about to tear him apart. For the first time in his life Reinhold actually felt fear, real fear and wondered just how long he had to live. At this point he would agree to anything, just don't let this man loose to work him over. As Craig began to speak over the PA system in the room, Reinhold regained his senses and immediately began to shout, "Let me see the offer, whatever it is I will sign just don't let this continue!" "The opportunity to see the offer has been presented to you numerous times now, you have deemed not to see it, at this point we are beyond that. When my friend is finished we will leave just enough strength for you to sign. I'm sure you won't have a problem. If you can only make a mark I'm sure we can find someone to attest that it was you who made it. Whip Master we shall began, first of all I want you to express the feelings of the others who have suffered due to his negligence, but save something for later to make him aware of his former wife and family and the grief, despair and pain they have suffered at his hands." The whip master began; Reinhold was shook to the depths of his soul when the first bite of the whip seared his flesh. He recounted the feeling of his father's belt as it struck his ass the first time when he had caught him drinking. The difference this time however was the pain was a thousand fold to what his father had given him. His father had struck him only five times when his mother intervened and forced him to stop. The whip master did not stop at five, he continued, each time striking a different place. The explosion of pain throughout his body took him beyond any consciousness he had ever experienced. He heard the roar of an animal as he realized that sound was emanating from him. After twenty strokes he passed out, slipping in the comforting zone of oblivion. It was only momentary as he felt the cold sting of icy salt water pull him back to awareness as the salt served to set his body of fire beyond that already achieved by the whip. "Whip master, I think it is time to change your instrument of pain and give our guest a taste of what he provided for his wife over the last several years," instructed Craig. The Whip master meticulously cleaned the whip he had been using as he stood in front of Reinhold allowing him to contemplate what had happened and try to discern what was about to happen. When the Whip master was satisfied that the whip was properly cleaned he rolled it and returned it to the wall. His next selection was a heavy tawse with many knots at the end of strips of leather. He measured his position and swing then proceeded with his assault. Each blow of the tawse felt like a hundred hornet stings at the same time. All semblance of a voice had escaped him by this point and after just three strikes of the tawse he passed out again. Recessitation bought him back to reality in time to endure even more strikes of the tawse. Battered and well beaten he hung on the frame, only the support of the bindings keeping him from falling to the floor. Craig entered the room with several guards and loosened his right wrist. Through the fog in his brain Reinhold understood that Craig was giving him the opportunity to sign whatever agreement he had for him. He would sign without further argument, anything to end this torture. Craig held the document as Reinhold signed on the designated line, only after signing did he look up to see the header on the document which read "Agreement to Voluntary Servitude". The shock of his condition and what he had just read caused him to again black out. Craig left the room and one of the guards refastened the wrist to its bindings. Again a bucket of cold salted water flushed over his body bringing him back to the world of the conscious. The Whip Master had chosen another instrument of pain at this point. He held in his hands a long heavy and deadly looking bull whip. The doctor had entered the room and stood at the side ready for the final scene. As Reinhold fought his way to see what was to occur he heard the sound of the snap of the whip just as his right nipple seemed to explode. The doctor stepped forward and after swabbing the nip, drove a piercing needle through the meat of the nip and pushed it right out with a large stainless ring. In a matter of seconds the ring was fastened together. Another snap of the whip and before the burst of pain could even begin to dissipate another jab through the left nipple and another ring was installed in all its permanency. From that point the whip seemed to visit various areas all over his body. As it tore into the pits of his arms it snatched the hair there and pulled it out successfully increasing the ferocity of the pain being inflicted. "What you are feeling now is to remind you of the pain you have inflicted on the six children God somehow placed in your care." Said Craig as the assault continued. >From head to toe his body had been assaulted. Only his privates had been left unviolated and now they seemed to be under attack. The whip caressed his sphincter, then his perineum, then his scrotum. For all he had endured the blows to his scrotum caused him to dry heave. Then the whip caressed the base of his cock. The next blow fell a little further out. Each blow was craftily delivered by the whip master to cause the maximum amount of pain with out tearing or otherwise damaging the skin. A total of six blows landed along his man hood, one for each of his children. As soon as the last one fell encircling his corona, the doctor stepped forward again and after swabbing and inserting the receiving tube pierced his dick and installed an obscenely large PA, again as with the nipple rings, fastening it securely with an adhesive to keep it permanently installed. Reinhold was pulled down off the rack and moved to a gurney that transported him to another prep room. While he was drunk the previous evening the doctor had done a rather thorough exam and drawn blood for all the normal blood work. In the next room attendants were awaiting his arrival. They knew the circumstances and were not in a mind set to be particularly gentle with this inductee. They proceeded to shave him totally from head to toe. He would not even be allowed at this point to have the normal bar of pubic hair remain above his dick. Each scrape of the razor inflicted more pain as they removed any traces of hair from his body. Though they knew there shouldn't be anything to flush out they still subjected him to three very full and cramping enemas. When they finally gave him a shower they ignored any hot water and gave him as icy a shower as possible. When it came time to dry him they neglected the normal towels or even the hot air blowers and utilized an air conditioning duct that was blowing air at about fifty-eight degrees. With the temperature it took an unusually long time for him to lose all the water covering his body. They also decided to ignore the usual creams they would apply to ease any pain and promote healing after such an ordeal. They all wanted him to be as miserable as possible. Craig and Greg were aware of what was happening and did not feel they should interfere. They had their own intentions of how the next few days would go and would take delight in the further degradation and humiliation Reinhold would endure. As soon as he was ready the doctor met with him on the way to his night to be spent in the cage and fitted the training collar. Though Reinhold was practically in a delirious state he was at times conscious enough to realize what was going on. This offered the doctor the perfect opportunity to insure the collar was working and he activated it several times at various levels and different time spans to be absolutely sure it was in deed functioning correctly. Arriving in the caging room, Reinhold was again aghast as he saw the other prisoners, each in a small cage. He too was soon installed in his own cage with a bar behind his knees and his knees bent. His ankles were spread far apart and shacked in place. His wrists were pulled to either side and fastened to the cage above his head. His thighs were close to parallel to the floor of the cage. He saw a phallic shaped object on the end of a pipe extending down through the top of the cage just at a point where he could maneuver his mouth into a position to cover it. On observance of others in the room he saw them cover this object and then suck on it. When he tried, he found this to be a source of water. Water he so sorely needed to wash away the dryness he felt. But why was this faucet shaped as it was? And to have it dispense any water one had to suck on it as if it was a cock. Oh Gawd, this was another way of providing humiliation. In order to survive he had to act the part of a cocksucker! Even though he found himself in a most uncomfortable position he tried to get to sleep. It was difficult enough but each time he seemed to just about be ready to nod off that damn collar would give him a shock and wake him up. It was going to be a long time till tomorrow and he had no idea when tomorrow was going to come or if he'd even survive until then. He could smell the odor of urine and looked to see others just letting loose in their cage. A trough seemed to run along under the cages and the majority just drained off down the trough. Enough remained to impart the odor however. Soon his senses were assaulted with another odor as he witnessed one of the men in another cage defecating. He just dropped it below him. With the shackles they were attached to there was no way to make any movements. All too soon Reinhold found himself to be in the same situation as his bowels and bladder decided to let loose and add to the stench in the room. Hour after hour passed, the lights were never dimmed just kept at full brilliance. A couple of guards entered and made several remarks about the stinking animals in the cages and how they should clean things up rather then have to work today in the middle of such stench. Each guard grabbed a hose from the wall. Reinhold had thought this were fire hoses up till now. One cage at a time a guard would start towards the head and work their way down the body of the captive within. Special attention would be paid to the nipples and genitals and finally once the captive was well washed the floor of the cage would be swept with the water to insure all wastes went down the drain. With the ringing and whipping Reinhold had received the water, cold as ice and as strong as a fire hose tormented his body with each second it bombarded his skin. The guard seemed to know just how to flick the rings up and down in his nipples and caused him pain beyond any thing he could have imagined. When the hose centered in on his genitals every square inch was tormented, his voice had returned just enough so that he could once again hear that animalistic scream erupt form within. He was ready to pass out before the cleaning was completed but the ruthlessly low temperature of the water insured that he wouldn't do that. He would stay completely conscious for every last second of his torture. Some time later after all the water had dissipated form the room each man was removed from his cage and taken out. Reinhold was among the last to be removed and after being cuffed with the chain of the cuffs through his PA, he was escorted back to the doctor's exam room. Once inside he was fastened down to an exam table and the doctor came in. A brief examination and the doctor turned to an assistant and instructed him to get the tattoo machine and after verifying the proper sin number, he was to tattoo this inductee. In a matter of minutes a small machine was set over his right pec and the machine began to emanate a whirling sound as a thousand pin pricks impounded his skin. As fast as it had started it finished and when the tech pulled it away there appeared a series of numbers across his breast. The machine was placed on his upper arm and once again it began to sing as it made its permanent marking on its subject. Reinhold was turned to his stomach and with a jab to his shoulder blade he felt what he would later learn was a special chip being implanted deep under his shoulder blade. A chip that would declare his location, whether or not he had any alcohol in his system, could render him unable to move or speak if signaled to do so, and could cease all his life functions. Any attempt to remove the chip would cause it to automatically release the electrically charge to kill its host. Straps were tightened securely and Reinhold found himself totally unable to make any movement. The next thing he felt was the burning of his flesh as the branding iron made contact with his hip. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room and he once again let go of a bodily functions. A tech wielded a hose to flush the offensive matter down a nearby drain and the iron found its way again, this time to his upper arm. The opposite arm as had received the tattoo. This time the doctor did apply some cream to the affected areas and after examining the piercings proceeded to coat them with some type of liquid as well. Shaved, ringed, branded, degraded and humiliated beyond imagination he was re-cuffed as before with the chain between his wrists running through the middle of his PA and was led off to an interrogation room. Seated on one side of the table in the room was Craig. Reinhold could not raise his eyes to face the man before him and stared steadily at the floor in front of him. "The doctor has done his exam, now it is time for me to do mine. You now belong to me. Every breath you take will be because I allow it. I have complete control of each and every one of your bodily functions, you will do what I say when I say and you will learn to do so immediately and without forethought. Your only desire will be to please me any failure to do so will bring you great pain. This I do in retribution for the treatment you have given others. The lives you have taken and the pain you have given the precious children who were in you care." Get up on the table on all fours facing away from me. His mind, beginning to meld to the life he knew he would be leading from now on, acquiesced immediately and he moved to the table without hesitation taking the position instructed. His cuffs had been removed when he entered the room after he was reminded that the collar would be more than sufficient to overcome any disobedience he might exhibit. Trying to hold himself still he flinched as Craig began his hands on examination. Every inch of his body was surveyed, felt, rubbed and examined. Craig had started at his head and worked his way down to his waist then at his feet up to his hip, first on one side then the other. His ass and genitals had not been touched at that point. Craig moved his hand to the area of Reinhold groin and commented how usually they left at least a strip of hair there but the atrocities of his crimes dictated that he be shaved such as a little boy. As Craig's hand worked its way around the area all could see the erection beginning. "Excited are we? Like for a man to play with you? You should be very pleased then with what shall be in store for you!" stated Craig in an almost evil tone. Craig's hand continued its travels and left no area untouched; finally it was nestled in the center of Reinhold's ass rubbing in smaller and smaller circles until finally centering right in the middle of his rosebud. Using a small amount of lube to ease the entrance, he plunged a single finger within. A gasp could be heard as Reinhold was violated but the pre-cum could also be seen dripping from his stiff cock. Craig removed his finger momentarily and grabbed a tape measure taking quick measurement of the dimensions of the engorged cock before him. After noting them in the file he reentered Reinhold's sphincter and began his exploration within. Adding another finger as he felt needed he eventually had three fingers buried deep as he massaged and manipulated Reinhold's prostate. Sighs of pleasure could be heard through the room as Reinhold tried to back into each of Craig's thrusts. Before Reinhold could orgasm, Craig pulled his fingers out and told him to sit up leaning back on his heels with his knees apart. Once in position Craig instructed him to jack off until he came. In a matter of moments and only a few well placed tugs on his cock he erupted across the table. Ten volleys of ejaculate splattered on the table top before he was spent. Craig swept his finger through the semen and raising it to his nose evaluated it and made additional notes in his file. "Clean up your mess!" ordered Craig. As always seemed to happen, Reinhold looked around the room for something to use but after a few seconds was instructed to use his tongue. He stepped off the table and leant over it to clean the surface. Just as he finished the last vestige of his ejaculate and before he could stand he felt a hand on his waist holding him in position as he also felt his sphincter being invaded. Craig had decided that this was one time when he would take the inductee himself. He wasn't going to leave it to another instructor or inductee. He would make good his threat to fuck this piece of garbage and now he was going to do it. With reckless abandon he showed no mercy as he pounded into the ass in front of him. In and out each time the sound of the collision of skin as he made his invasion so well felt. The table would have surely moved if it had not been well fastened to the floor and each thrust forced Reinhold against the edge of the table making him feel as if a bar was striking him violently in the upper groin. Thrust after thrust as Craig vented his frustrations. Just as he was about to come, Reinhold actually came to orgasm once again and flooded the table with another series of sprays of his sperm. As Reinhold went over that abyss again his sphincter clamped down and Craig followed him shooting one after another after another shot of sperm deep within him. Pulling out Craig ordered him to clean the table again. As he did so Craig rearranged his clothing and began to make himself presentable. Before putting away his own cock he grabbed Reinhold by the collar and spun him around positioning him just in front of him. With the simple command, " Clean it!", Reinhold understood and took Craig into his mouth and washed him thoroughly. Craig then replaced his cock where it belonged and zipped up. Reinhold remained on his knees in the position he had taken while cleaning Craig. He did not move until he was given instructions to do so, at which time two guards entered and for humiliation sake re-cuffed him as before to move him on to the next stage in his training. Through the day Mars had been overcome with a multitude of feelings as he thought about six children whose father had never seemed to love them no matter what. Then he kept thinking how until that fateful day when he revealed to his father he was gay how his father had always seemed to love him. How he had shared his time with him and how involved he had been in his life. His father had gone off the deep end after he learned of his son being gay and had done things that could never be forgiven, but, at one point his Father had loved him, and all he heard through the center for the last several years was that his father had learned to deeply regret his actions. He professed love for his son and only wished that someday his son would allow him to show him his love and try to atone for his sins. Maybe it was time for Mars to put things behind him and see his father once again. After all between the chastity device, and the constant daily milkings preventing him from ever having an orgasm, perhaps it was time to mend some fences. He knew in his heart he could never hate his father, they had too much good history before everything went to hell. Besides, there was no way his father would ever be free again. As far as society was concerned he had died in the fire along with his victims. Perhaps it was time. "Craig, this is Mars, could we arrange for me to have a session with my father. I think there are some things I need to deal with and it involves him, "asked Mars as soon as Craig had answered his phone. "Certainly, I was wondering when this was going to happen. Tell me when and I will arrange things," answered Craig. "I'll let you know tonight after dinner, thank you, see you then." Craig smiled as he hung up the phone, one of his boys just made another giant step in his maturity. To be continued. Written by Rod Copyright 2006 by Rod All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; no reference is intended to anyone dead or alive.