Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 17:58:59 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Crucified - Part 4

Crucified
Part Four
By Randall Austin

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The Collins' brothers arrived in their BMW at the Rosewood Heights Holistic
Reform Center complex 45 minutes after having left Darrin's family home.
The rehab center was located on the far outskirts of the city, in a
sparsely populated area, and the three buildings that made up the compound
were located on several acres of private land, and thus were not visible to
anyone traveling on the nearby roads.

The compound reminded Darrin of prisons he had seen: fortresses with small
windows, and looking Spartan and forbidding.

It was quite chilly in the late October afternoon, and Spencer always
enjoyed making the newly arrived homos hobble naked in the cold the rather
long distance to the housing unit.  Something about making a homo walk
chilled and hobbled to his fate excited the young counselor.  He always
figured the satisfaction he got from this ceremony was in knowing that it
helped the boys realize that they now had no choice but to put a stop to
their homosexual appetites.

When they got to the steps leading up to the housing unit, Spencer stopped
and decided to keep the naked and still erect Darrin out in the cold a
little bit longer.  He spoke, "I can't tell you how excited I am to have
you here, and to know that I will be helping you on the road to recovery."
Spencer gave a nod to Darrin's indentured cock, "And you look pretty
excited to be here, as well!"

The embarrassed Darrin was hoping that the cold weather would help him
relieve himself of his erection, but it had not.

Camden shook his head in disgust at Darrin's jutting man knob, and Spencer,
indicating Darrin's hardon, commented on Camden's expression, "And I know
that Camden is just as eager as I am to get to work on you!  That boner of
yours clearly lets us know where you are `coming from', and is exactly the
kind of thing that Camden and I intend to get under control!"

Camden, with a sneer on his face, reached out and pulled down on Darrin's
erection, and then let it go, causing it to snap back up against his belly.
Both brothers smiled.

Darrin, aware that Spencer and Camden were enjoying his humiliation and
watching him shivering naked and erect in the cold, looked about for a
place he could run to and hide.

Spencer, still gazing on Darrin's prick, had an idea and told Camden to go
and fetch the hose.

Camden ran to the side of the building, and came back with a garden hose,
which he handed to Spencer.  Spencer asked if the water was turned on and
Camden confirmed that it was.  Spencer looked at the nozzle, and then at
Darrin, "We're going to clean you off before letting you set foot in the
compound."

Both Spencer and Camden smiled again as they watched the cock-hobbled new
slave shouting and jumping about in the freezing spray.  Darrin called out,
as he crouched in an effort to avoid the spray, "Please stop, I'm
freezing!"

But Spencer did not stop.  He followed Darrin around with the hose and made
sure he hosed off every spot of his naked body, especially making sure to
aim the freezing water at his homo-erection.

Darrin yelped and jumped, and the brothers only laughed.  And when Spencer
finally did turn the water off he was pleased to see that Darrin was
shivering, his teeth were chattering, and the cold water and brisk October
wind had succeeded in deflating Darrin's pecker to little boy size.

And by now both Camden and Spencer's dicks were nicely firmed, though it
was okay for them because they weren't homos.

When Spencer decided that Darrin was cooled down to his satisfaction, the
brothers took the dripping wet Darrin inside and to a room that looked like
a laundry room.  There both Spencer and Camden grabbed towels and began to
dry Darrin off, with Camden kneeling to dry Darrin's legs, and Spencer
drying Darrin's upper body.  Again Darrin was subjected to the same sort of
ambivalent treatment he had received in the car.  One moment he was being
cruelly hosed down with freezing water, and the next he was being dried off
like a little baby and being spoken to in a soothing fashion by both of the
brothers.

Spencer cooed tenderly, "We want to get you nice and dry and fluffy smooth.
You're a new slave now, so that means you're sort of a baby slave.  You're
our brand new baby slave boy, and we're going to take real good care of
you."

Camden put an arm on Darrin's shoulder and also cooed his words, "We want
to keep you soft and smooth for us, so you're a nice and tender, ...polite,
...pliant, little slave boy."

But Darrin could not relax from the ministrations of the brothers, having
witnessed previously the underlying menace in both of the brothers'
demeanors.

Darrin, tired from having to remain in a squat position because of his cock
hobble, asked, "Please, can you take this thing off?  It hurts."

Spencer nodded, "Yes, we'll be taking it off once Camden has finished
giving you your haircut."

Darrin protested, "What right do you have to give me a haircut.  This is
supposed to be a substance abuse rehab program.  You have no say over such
matters.  I do not want my hair cut!"

As Camden came forward with the clippers, Spencer explained, "Darrin, you
are indentured, in service to the state for its purposes; and that purpose
is to get you `clean' of your alcohol problem.  The fact that you are
indentured means you have no say in such a matter.  And the reason you are
going to get a buzz cut is because I want all the boys in the conversion
program buzzed.  That's reason enough; the fact that I want it."

Camden turned on the clippers and started buzzing the crouched-over, naked,
homo's head.  Darrin felt humiliated being under the control of Camden, who
was the same age as he was: humiliated not just because Camden was his same
age, but also because Darrin considered Camden to be immature, and close
minded in the way someone is who has not thought things through on his own
and simply follows orders without question.

Darrin felt lost and sniffled as Camden clipped his way through Darrin's
well-coiffed hair.

Once Darrin was super buzzed and looking like a con, he was led hobbled,
bent-over, naked, and buzzed, down several corridors, to a room that had
`Showers' on the door, but which inside looked more like the autopsy room
of some concentration camp.

While there were shower stalls on one end of the room, two large metal
examination tables with raised sides, drain, hoses, stirrups, and various
restraining devices took up the middle of the room.  Next to the tables
were racks filled with processing instruments, but because their purpose
was unknown to Darrin, seeing them only increased his anxiety.  Photos on
the wall showed the proper way to attach various punishment and restraining
devices.  And there was even one set of photos showing, step-by-step the
proper way to circumcise an adult male. Darrin was horrified.

Camden and Spencer picked up the naked, hobbled, Darrin, and placed him on
one of the tables in an upright-seated position.  Camden easily removed the
cock hobble, and once the hobble was removed, Spencer instructed Darrin to
lie down on his back.  Darrin did as told, but asked, "What are you going
to do to me?"

Spencer answered, "We're just going to make you feel good and well-cared
for.  We're going to irrigate, shave, bathe, oil, plug, truss, powder,
diaper, and uniform you!"

Before Darrin could process what he had just heard, Spencer took clippers
and buzzed off Darrin's armpit and pubic hair.  Camden then hosed Darrin's
pits and crotch off, applied shaving cream, and shaved him.  Once Darrin
was shaved baby-smooth, the boys gave him a double enema that brought tears
to his eyes.

After Darrin was allowed to relieve himself, the brothers again placed him
on the processing table, and both of the handsome brothers began oiling up
the homo slave's entire body.

The careful oiling by the handsome brothers gave Darrin a fair sized
hard-on, which the brothers didn't comment on.

After his slave body was well oiled, and as Camden began to work a
relatively small gauge butt plug up Darrin's hole, Darrin began leaking
precum.  The brothers said nothing, except for Camden's explanation, "These
plugs are used all the time on prison populations.  They really help to
calm down guys like you.

Spencer secured the plug with a band that went about his waist from which
an ass-crack strap was secured.  The plug made Darrin feel like he was no
longer in control of his body.  He felt owned.

Spencer had Darrin raise his hips so he could slide a diaper underneath his
buttocks.  He then began sprinkling talcum powder in a liberal fashion all
about Darrin's freshly oiled groin area.  He completed his task by pulling
Darrin's legs up to powder every area of the slave's rump and hips. Spencer
then took his index finger with his thumb and pushed Darrin's ass cheeks
apart exposing his puckered rosebud, and shook some powder onto his homo
honey hole.

Once Spencer began securing the diaper on the freshly oiled and powdered
baby slave, he and his brother were all happy smiles; and their smiles
broadened on seeing Darrin blushing in humiliation.

Spencer and Camden then fitted Darrin with their standard issue body truss,
which consisted of leather straps going about the chest and waist, and
connected by two parallel vertical straps in the front and back.  Spencer
explained, "All the boys are fitted with this truss under their white
jumpsuits.  It makes it easy for us to both lock you down, if we have to,
and to secure you when we need to work on you."

Spencer had Darrin hop off the processing table, and Camden was waiting for
him with a white jump suit, and the two brothers watched as Darrin put it
on.

Camden smiled, "He looks like a real slave now.  All shaved, plugged,
trussed, oiled, powdered, diapered, and uniformed, just the way a slave
ought to be!"

Spencer handed Darrin a pair of sandals and ordered him to put them on.

Darrin did not know what he was feeling.  He was being treated like a
no-nothing loser, an anti-social pervert, a baby, a drudge slave, and
wayward scum.  He felt violated to a degree he could never have imagined.
The assault on his dignity was such that he no longer knew who he was.

Just hours ago he was an A-student about to enter his sophomore year in
college, on top of the world.  Now he was worse off than a prisoner;
prisoners were at least left alone in their cells, but Darrin would not
have such time to himself.  He was now at the mercy of two guys he
considered to be both frightfully controlling and threatening, and who had
the authority to punish him at their whim.

From the `Showers', the brothers led the freshly spruced and uniformed
slave down another corridor, and stopped at a large steel door without any
windows.  Spencer punched in a code on a keypad outside the door.  The
keypad buzzed, and Spencer opened the door.

Once the door opened lights automatically turned on.  Darrin found himself
staring into a large, rectangular shaped room with a 10-foot wide walkway.
On either side of the walkway were cages, 15 deep on each side.  Almost
every cage was occupied by one young man dressed in a white, one-piece,
jumpsuit style, uniform, just like his.  And all of the young men had their
heads cleanly buzzed, just like his own buzzed dome.

The entire room shouted out in unison, "Good afternoon Mr. Collins and
Mr. Collins, sirs!"

Spencer called out, "How is everyone?"

The entire room shouted back, "We are fine, sirs, Mr. Collins and
Mr. Collins, sirs!"

Spencer led Darrin down the walkway between the cages, to the center of the
room, as the caged boys stood at attention and watched.  Spencer introduced
Darrin, "This is Darrin Fuller.  Like most of you boys, Darrin has a very
loving father who could not bear to watch his son get lost in the
homosexual lifestyle.  Darrin was just about to start his second year of
college. But now he is entering, instead, a far more important school.  He
is entering the school of daring honesty and rugged reality, where he will
learn that he no longer has to act out on the confusing and deadly signals
that he had been getting from his body and from society; signals that
proclaimed homosexuality was an acceptable lifestyle!"

Spencer, satisfied that all of the boys were paying attention, gave a nod
to Camden, who then went up to Darrin, unzipped the front of his jumpsuit,
and peeled it down to Darrin's lower legs.

Spencer continued, "As you can see, he is diapered, just the way you all
were kept diapered your first week here.  And standing next to him, I can
tell you that he smells just like a little baby as well, because he's been
freshly oiled and baby-powdered.  And it's proper that he is diapered and
sweet smelling like a baby, because that is what he is.  He has only been a
slave for a couple of hours, therefore he is a baby slave, a one-day old,
new-born, freshly powdered and diapered baby slave."

Darrin didn't think things could get anymore humiliating, until Camden
started undoing the tapes to his diaper, and removing it.  Spencer then had
Camden turn Darrin slowly around so the entire room could get a good look
at more of Darrin.

Spencer grabbed Darrin's cock, giving it a little wiggle, and continued
addressing the caged boys, "But look at this; little naked oiled and
powdered babies shouldn't have rings, especially rings going thru their
peepees and nippies!  Those of you who came into the program ringed like
this know what's in store for Darrin."

"But the good news is that Darrin, just like all of you, will no longer be
using his peepee spike for wrong and disgusting purposes.  Because, as you
all are learning, the root of the problem in homosexuals is their organ of
regeneration.  Homosexuals have an unhealthy fixation on themselves, but
especially on their penises.  Fortunately for Darrin, he will soon be
learning to think of himself in a more positive light.

Camden then had Darrin bend over, and turned him slowly about the room so
all could see his plugged butt hole, as Spencer continued, "As you can
further see, just a little bit ago Darrin was given his introduction to the
`comfort stop'.  A stop that not only helps to keep you boys calm, but also
`stops' anyone, including yourselves, from trying to put something up there
that doesn't belong up there!"

Spencer then went up to Darrin and guided him into an upright position, and
grabbed him by the jaw with one hand and squeezed his cheeks, forcing
Darrin to keep his mouth open in a goofy looking way. Spencer slowly turned
Darrin around so all could see Darrin's expression as he continued to
speak, "And this mouth of Darrin's will also receive a new focus.  Just
like all of you are learning, Darrin will soon learn that this little pie
hole isn't for `sucking cock' or slurping away at `boy pussy'."

Spencer let go of Darrin's jaw and Camden came forward and re-diapered and
jumpsuited Darrin as Spencer continued, "So the grand good news is that
Darrin will soon begin thinking of every part of his body in a new and
healthy way.  He will learn to respect himself and his penis, his anus, his
mouth, his nipples, indeed his entire being, in a way he never could have
imagined before!"

Spencer smiled at the humiliated and red faced baby slave, and gave him an
affectionate rub on the head as if he were a little kid, and called out,
"So now, everyone, let's all give Darrin a big warm welcome to our very
special training facility!"

All of the 24 caged boys began to applaud and call out, "Welcome to
Rosewood Heights, Mr. Darrin Fuller".

Once the applause subsided, Camden shouted out to the caged boys, "Who
loves you?"

All of the caged boys shouted out in unison, "Dr. Elliot Collins and all of
the counselors at the Rosewood Heights Holistic Reform Center love us, sir,
Mr. Collins, sir!"

Darrin was embarrassed for the boys at having to give such robotic
responses, but not as much as he was embarrassed at having been so publicly
humiliated.  Darrin found some comfort in realizing that all the boys in
the cages had probably been subjected to the same sort of debasing
processing procedures as he had just been.

Darrin noticed that although the boys in the cages were all dressed in the
same white, one-piece, jumpsuit, several of them had other attachments.
One of the boys was muzzled.  One boy had weights attached to his ears that
tugged his ears downward.  One boy had his hands in locked mitts.  One boy
was fitted with a very tight corset over his jumpsuit going around his
midsection.  And two of the boys were wearing large, old fashion style,
dunce caps.

Darrin eyed the caged boys intently to get a sense of where they were
coming from.  Although the boys were obedient and quick stepping, they did
not seem to be fearful and cowed in the way Darrin had expected them to be.
In fact, their deportment almost suggested to Darrin, in some way, that
they took pleasure in trying to please the Collins brothers.

Spencer called out to the caged boys, "Camden and I will now deliver Darrin
to `Orientation', and I am going to leave the lights on now.  I want you
all to read Section 4 of your reparative therapy workbooks, and memorize
the last two paragraphs.  Those of you who do not have them memorized by
lunchtime, will not be fed, and will be trammeled until bedtime!"

All of the boys shouted out in unison, "Yes sir, Mr. Collins, sir!"

As Spencer led Darrin away to the processing room, he asked him, "Did you
notice how well-behaved all of the boys were?  You will be just like them
in no time."

Darrin found it hard to believe that he could ever be trained to give
robot-like responses of the kind he had just witnessed.

Spencer broke the silence, making it appear to Darrin as though he had just
read his mind, "I'm taking you now to meet Adam Cann, who will conduct your
orientation session.  He'll get you into a proper frame of mind, a frame of
mind where you will be eager to obey and please your counselors in all
things."


To be continued...


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