Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2015 17:27:11 +1200
From: Ben Highlander <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: Sheep In Wolf's Clothing 17

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Last time.
Two MPs who had just that moment appeared, as the door was unlocked,
quickly made their way over to the pair and Ben quickly explained that he
had interrupted the still nameless man while he was busy raping Vosloo.
While one MP held the rapist at gun point, the second made his way to
Vosloo.

"Is it true that that soldier was raping you?"

Without a word Vosloo turned around and pulled aside the brown overall to
reveal the trail of blood that was trickling down his inner thigh from his
anus.

"Shit! Yup, he's been raped, alright," he shouted over at the other MP who
promptly handcuffed the giant and shoved him towards the door.

"What the fuck's wrong with you, you stupid cunt?" he shouted at Jordaan.
"I hear the guy he tried to rape is your boyfriend. You should have done
the deed yourself!" he shouted as he was ushered out of the door. His
shouts continued as he was escorted down the passage.

"Come with me, you need to see a medic," the other MP ordered Vosloo, who
cast a grateful look at Jordaan, and obeyed the MP and followed him out of
the door. Jordaan just nodded at him, his face grim. He wondered if he
shouldn't have left the officer to be ravaged as he had intended to do to
his Bennie, but he knew that he didn't believe anybody deserved that. He
would have to deal with Vosloo in his own way.

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Ben Jordaan looked up as the door of the ward clanged open loudly. Vosloo
hadn't returned from the medics yet so Ben looked up expectantly, hoping to
finally confront the officer and get what he had apparently done, out into
the open.

It wasn't Vosloo. The big MP who entered walked up to Jordaan and motioned
for him to get up. Jordaan stood up and the `big' MP realised he wasn't
nearly as big as he thought. The policeman didn't back down but just
indicated that Jordaan should follow him out of the ward. The huge gentle
man just did as he was told and he felt the eyes of the inmates who were
awake enough to realize what was going on, follow him. He was nervous, as
he'd seen the state of those that came back when they were fetched by the
medics, but he'd known from the start that he'd have to face what happened
here. A dreadful inevitability slithered down his gut and he felt like a
man led to the gallows. He heard the door of the ward clang behind him and
his entourage of two MPs accompanied him, one leading the way and one
bringing up the rear and.

They didn't have far to go. Ahead of him Jordaan saw a nondescript door at
the end of the corridor. The two MPs flanked the door, one on each side and
just stood there. Jordaan, not knowing what else to do, knocked uncertainly
and entered.

The room was very dim and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the lighting.
In front of him was a wooden desk with a harmless looking older man,
dressed in civilian clothes, sitting poring over a file. There was a lamp
on the table in front of him, which wasn't lit. Ben stood just inside the
door and waited to be given instructions. He rested comfortably on his
crutches while he waited.

"Come closer, young man," he said, and looked up from the page in front of
him with a kindly smile on his face.

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite!"

He chuckled at his own joke and reached out to point Jordaan to a chair
across from him. He looked at Jordaan over the top of his glasses with a
little smile.

Ben thought he must have been brought to the wrong room, or that otherwise
he wasn't going to face the obvious horrors that he had surmised the others
were exposed to — judging by the fear that they had shown and their
pathetic state when they returned. Just before he sat down on the chair,
the man across from him switched on the lamp on his desk and swiveled the
light on it's flexible neck to face Ben. He maneuvered it so that it caught
Ben squarely on the crotch, and then as Ben settled his huge bulk into the
chair and placed his crutches down on the floor next to him, he trained it
on the soldier's face. In the dim room the pool of light made Ben dip his
head and raise his hand to shield his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'll turn it off now I just wanted to see who I was dealing
with. My, but you are a fine specimen of a man, aren't you?" he murmured
appreciatively as he looked Ben over.

"Strong, healthy, handsome, you have everything going for you."

Somehow, although there was nothing obviously suggestive in the old man's
tone, Ben felt blood rise to his face and he realised that he felt a bit
dirty, as if he had just been undressed by the voice in the darkness.

"So what can I do for you, young man?" the kind voice asked.
A puzzled frown crinkled Jordaan's brow as he tried to think of what he was
supposed to say.

"Well, from what I've heard, you're supposed to try and turn me straight."

"Oh, so you want to be straight, is that it? You don't look queer, that's
for sure. But you never can tell."

Ben tried to protest, feeling as if he had been led into a trap, but the
old man didn't let him speak.

"Your file says that until this week you had never shown any homosexual
tendencies, is that right?"

Again Ben tried to answer the question but the gentle voice plowed on.

"Of course stressful situations like the armed forces and having your foot
blown off can bring even deeply latent tendencies to the fore. No offense..."

"Sir, I'm not... a queer."

"Of course you're not. Nobody is queer, it's just confused responses and
we'll soon sort those out."

The pleasant and mundane tone of the older man's voice belied the horror of
the outcome it implied.

Ben felt a chill slink down his spine.

"Who is the soldier you've had sex with?"

The question was even-toned, friendly and conversational even, and Ben knew
he was trapped. He frantically searched for a way to avoid giving Bennie's
name away, because he was so terrified of compromising his Gay-Boy in any
way.

"It says here that you've admitted to forcing him to have sex with you, is
that correct?"

The man across from him hid behind the reflection on his glasses. He seemed
like a blind interrogator, sniffing out Ben's hidden motives with magical
accuracy. But Ben knew that the opportunity to absolve Bennie from any
blame lay here before him and relieved, he grasped it with both hands, with
the grim knowledge that he was sealing his own fate.

"Yes," was all he said, deliberately appearing surly. He didn't know how to
be arrogant, so he decided to imitate Vosloo. He imagined what it would
feel like to think yourself superior to everybody else — to believe that
you had the right to do whatever you felt like doing.
"What of it?" he added for good measure, lifting his head and feeling the
superior smirk that always decorated Vosloo's face paint itself across his
own. It felt unfamiliar, like a garment that was tailored for somebody else.

The older man gave a small pensive nod of his head, and Jordaan knew that
he had given the desired impression even though he couldn't read the man's
expression.

"Tell me how you felt when you did it."

Jordaan, thought for a moment and felt around in himself for what he
imagined Vosloo would have said. Instinctively he knew that it would be a
mixture of blind pride and self-preservation.

"The little guy was begging for it. You should have seen his little puppy
eyes every time he looked at me. I was just giving him what he wanted."

"So are you saying that Pretorius is homosexual?"

Ben was scared he might have overplayed his hand.

"Nah, maybe not. He just needed a lesson. Needed to man up a bit."

"So using him sexually would make a man of him? Is that what you're saying?"

Ben felt sweat break out on his brow. Anger at being manipulated welled up
in him and he felt his face flush. Through clenched teeth he grunted his
reply.

"If a man is too soft for his own good he must be taught a lesson.
Pretorius was going to get himself into trouble. Best I be the one to teach
him that it wasn't wise to let anybody close to you."

"I see. So you were protecting him from himself by raping him?"

He didn't wait for Ben to reply.

"Mr Jordaan, for your own good I'm going to fulfill your wish to be cured
of your unnatural tendencies. Best to nip your dark desires to have sex
with men in the bud, before they become ingrained and harder to eradicate.
You will be subjected to a series of electro-shock treatments, otherwise
called aversion therapy or behaviour modification. We will begin today.
Please step over to the table to your right."

The old man got out of his own chair and walked over to the table and
switched on a slide projector. Ben didn't bother to pick up his crutches
but heaved his frame out of the chair and hopped over to the table and sat
down in the furniture the doctor indicated.

The slide on the screen read "Farrel Instruments". Jordaan felt his heart
begin to race as the doctor walked around the table to his side. In his
hands he held a set of thin wires that glinted in the dim light.

"Normally we would attach these to your arms to deliver the shock, but in
your case I fear that may not be potent enough, given your physical
strength.

"Take your pants off, Mr Jordaan, including your underwear."

"What? Why?"

"We will be attaching the electrodes directly to your genitals to achieve
maximum effect. Take your pants off," he repeated evenly.

Ben felt the blood rush to his face as he stood up on his one leg to
comply. He knew he would have to push through with this exercise to ensure
that Bennie was saved from this indignity and pain. He loosened the
waistband of his browns and slowly allowed the pants to drop to the floor.
The 'doctor' was watching him intently. Ben hesitated as he pushed his
thumbs in the elastic of his boxer shorts.

"Come on, Mr. Jordaan, we need to see what we're dealing with here, don't
we?"

The old man's voice held a reverence, almost as if he was describing the
unveiling of a precious object. Slowly ben slid the plain brown boxers down
his hips and hesitated again as the band hit the top of his impressive
manhood. He looked up at the glasses that glittered on the old man's nose
and saw that his observer's mouth was slightly open, a pink tongue darting
out to moisten the bottom lip. A small nod encouraged Ben to complete the
motion.

Deciding to go for broke, Ben slid the waistband over his cock and quickly
sat down, where his now not-so-private parts nestled in the shadows.

The old man wasn't standing for it. He walked around the table and stood in
front of Ben and clicked on a lamp that was on a band around his head. He
adjusted it so that it shone directly on Ben's penis and scrotum that lay
on the seat of the chair that he occupied.

"Let's see what we have here," he said in a whisper and he knelt down in
front of Ben's chair. He reached out and took the respectable, soft member
between his forefinger and thumb and lifted it off the large ball sack.
Then he slid his other hand under the heavy scrotum. He palpated it gently
as if to test the consistency, sliding the pendulous balls between his
fingers. He made small noises of appreciation.

Ben didn't know what to do. Bizarrely he felt powerless to stop the old
man, even though he could easily have lifted him off the floor with just
his one hand if he wanted to. He was terrified that he would spring a
boner, but gratefully the weirdness of the situation counteracted what
could otherwise have been a stimulating moment, especially with the gentle
touch of the observer.

"I'm going to attach some electrodes to the scrotum to administer a shock
and then show you pictures to form an association between the images and
pain. This will discourage you from wanting to experience illicit pleasure."

He looked at up Ben who stared blankly back at him, an incredulous
expression on his face.

"Verstaan jy?" (Do you understand?)

Ben nodded mutely and perspiration started to bead his forehead. He felt
fear well up from his abdomen like an oily flood. The warm hand around his
scrotum, which so lovingly squeezed, seemed to burn the sensitive skin with
its innocuous touch. Ben felt the old man slide his finger in under his
balls and innocently brush his asshole. Tingles of bizarre pleasure
radiated from his anus to the root of his penis and he felt his cock start
to harden.

"Don't," Ben found his voice. There was no obvious threat but it was clear
that he had reached his limit.

"Mmmmm," the old man murmured cryptically. He pooled the huge testicles
together in the bottom of the sack and with his other hand brought what
appeared to be a noose up to Ben's genitals. He pulled the scrotum through
the hole of the noose and tightened it around the sack until it was almost
uncomfortable. In spite of himself Ben was alarmed to feel his penis start
to chub up in response to the old man's handling.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't worry, it's a normal response and we will soon make sure that your
arousal is dealt with."

Once more his tone was breezy and conversational and a chilly tingle ran
down Ben's spine. He felt slightly light-headed, confused by the weirdness
of the situation and troubled by the conflicting signals given him by the
old man, who just at that moment put his hand around the growing sausage of
Ben's penis and pulled the foreskin back over the now glistening head.

"I think we need to make sure that this beauty is totally erect so that the
effect of the aversion therapy can be tested to the full."

He leaned forward and put his lips to the tip of Ben's penis and licked the
glistening glans, starting under the frenulum. Ben inhaled sharply as the
friction of the man's tongue send sparks of pleasure through his groin and
down his muscular thighs.

"No!" Ben groaned and tried to push the old man's head away from his
private parts. The man complied by pulling back totally and reached behind
him on the desk to flick a switch on the Farrel instrument.

Shockwaves coursed through Jordaan's scrotum and his hands involuntarily
contracted as electricity pulsed through his body. To his alarm he felt his
bladder open and urine flooded from his penis and drenched the old man who
had not managed to distance himself sufficiently from Ben's hip area.
Through the mist of pain emanating from his pelvic region Ben tried to
apologise but his jaw was firmly clenched shut with the rigour induced by
the electric shock.

To his astonishment the old man chuckled and reached behind him again to
flick the switch and all at once Ben's body was released from the grip of
the current and he slumped back in the chair with urine still freely
pouring out of his chubby penis. He could do nothing to control it.

"Well, that was spectacular," the old man said as he pulled a handkerchief
from his pocket and wiped the piss from his face and glasses.

"By all means, finish up and then we can clean the floor."

Ben looked down at his dribbling cock in helpless panic and tried to
contract the muscles that would stem the flow but to no avail. When the
flow finally stopped of its own accord, the old man spoke again in a kindly
tone.

"Don't worry my handsome young man, it's not uncommon for that to occur.
You will notice that the floor is rubber and that there are drains in the
middle to deal with the flow-off. If you get up and reach behind you, you
will find a hose that will wash it all harmlessly out of the way. I think
we've done enough for today. I will call for you tomorrow again."

Ben found the hose and sprayed the floor and watched as the water and piss
washed down then central drain. His nuts ached dully, and the memory of the
white-hot pain that flashed through him from the testicles up was still
strong with him. He was still naked from the waist down and he became aware
that his torturer was quietly watching him.

"Jordaan, you know, we don't need to go through this tiresome process, if
you don't want to..."

His voice trailed off suggestively.

"What do you mean? Do you mean because I'm not really gay?

"It makes no difference if you're gay or not. I would be prepared to spend
our time more pleasurably for both of us if you agreed to... play with me."

"What do you mean, 'play'?"

Suspicion coloured Ben's voice as his mind suggested to him what the
'doctor' was implying.

"Men — even men who don't have any homosexual tendencies — have needs, and
the SADF is not the best place to have these needs filled. Maybe that is
the real reason that you had sex with Pretorius. That can be overlooked if
you agree to help me with my 'needs'."

"What of I don't agree?"

"Well, I have concluded that you are not homosexual by nature, just by
necessity."

There was a long, meaningful pause.

"Ben Pretorius, on the other hand... he has a history of sexual deviance and
I would feel that it would be more productive to call him in to deal with
his tendencies."

Ben said nothing and the inexorableness of his choice stared him down. He
opened his mouth to speak but the good doctor interrupted him.

"Don't decide now. Go back to the ward and remind yourself of what you'd be
sparing yourself from— and Pretorius."

Ben stashed the hose, hopped over to the chair and picked up his pants. He
sat down on the chair because it was easier to dress than standing on his
one foot. Once he had his underpants and pants on his legs he heaved
himself upright to pull them over his bottom. The old voyeur stepped up and
indicated the Ben should steady himself on his shoulders with his hands.
Then he pulled the underpants lovingly over Ben's bubble butt,
affectionately cupping the steel hard globes in his hands and fondling the
firm mounds.

The elastic had caught under Jordaan's pendulous balls and the dr. put his
hands under them to test their heft one last time. Then he palmed the tube
of Ben's shaft one last time and sheathed the exposed head, pulling the
foreskin so the little pout protruded and overhung the large head by about
half an inch. Ben looked down on the old man's slightly balding pate with
resignation. He knew he was going to have to sacrifice for Bennie's safety
but he hadn't anticipated what it would look like. He mused grimly that it
was a small price to pay for his Gay-Boy.