Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 13:42:45 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Crucified - Part 8

Crucified
Part Eight
By Randall Austin

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Darrin's initial response to his realization that he was indeed a helpless
prisoner of a radical, if not fanatical, and possibly exploitative, rehab
treatment center, and that he had no recourse whatsoever to address
grievances, was to start pretending that his sexual orientation was
changing.  He no longer cared if he had to lie in order to save face or
save his ass from a beating.  But he also knew that he would have a hard
time reigning in his disgust with the conversion program, the counselors,
and with Spencer and Camden, because of the sheer folly of the things he
was subjected to on a regular basis.

One Saturday afternoon Darrin found out that he was to be one of three boys
in the conversion program who were selected to perform server duties that
evening for a gathering of Camden's classmates who were also sophomores in
college majoring in psychology.

Darrin was indignant.  The three boys were ordered into the showers and had
to shave their bodies totally hairless.  After the boys were showered and
shaved, Camden gave them bottles of mineral oil.  "I want you all to grease
yourselves up like little pigs.  Every part of your body except your feet
is to be oiled, even your head and face.  I want you looking super sleek
for my friends.  I'm having a party here tonight with some of my friends
from college, and you are going to be serving us, getting drinks and
snacks, and picking up after us.  Nothing heavy-duty.  No special training
required.  Just be super polite, address my friends as `sir' when
responding to their requests, and do whatever my mates ask you to do.  If
you behave yourselves, you will spare yourselves a public whipping."

Darrin felt intense anger, once again, at not only having to do tasks for
the personal gain of the Collins' family, but having to do so in the nude
in front of other people.  He also knew that the two other boys chosen for
the assignment were the ones least in tune with the program, and like
himself, bore much resentment at being in the program.  He knew that any
complaint he made about having to `work' for free in the nude would end up
being explained as necessary for `character building' and help in coming to
terms with `body issues' characteristic of homosexuals. Darrin also knew
that this point of view would also be swiftly and harshly reinforced with a
bare ass beating, and in the end he would have to serve them anyways, but
with an extremely red ass.

Darrin was the only one of the three boys chosen for server duty who was
chastity-caged, and Camden removed his cock cage so he could be totally
exposed for his guests.  Darrin didn't know which would be more
humiliating, being seen cock-caged or totally naked.

Camden had invited six of his classmates from college.  All of the students
were conservatively dressed, and behaved the way smug, self-righteous,
zealots do everywhere; with airs of superiority and believing they were
among society's elite.  They were self-confident and sure of themselves, to
the point of cockiness, and looked upon the homo boys with a mixture of
pity and barely-concealed disdain that Darrin found especially repulsive.
He hated having to be greased and naked in front of them, and having to hop
to their orders for drinks and snacks.

Darrin also felt that more than just a few of Camden's friends enjoyed the
sight of the three naked, hairless, and body-oiled males scurrying about,
jumping to obey orders.

And since alcohol was being served, as the evening wore on, Darrin and the
other server boys found themselves the butt of jokes, often lascivious in
nature.

It was clear that Camden loved showing his classmates the kind of power he
had over the boys in the counseling program.  At one point Camden was
chatting with a group of his friends, and snapped his fingers at Darrin,
"Darrin, get over here!  My friend Colombo needs a drink refill."

When Darrin approached the group, Camden reprimanded him, "Darrin, if you
are to be a good server, you need to keep your eyes on alert for anyone who
appears to be in need of refreshments.  My friend here, Colombo, needs
another beer, so hop to it!"

For Darrin the humiliation was total: not only having to obey the whims of
a 19 year-old jerk, but having to do so in front of a roomful of his
friends while naked and fully body-oiled.

One of Camden's friends asked him, "Why are they oiled up, Camden?"

"I thought it would be cool.  Makes `em look more naked.  But mainly
because nudity forces the homosexual to deal with their inordinate concern
and obsession with their bodies."

"Everything we do here at Rosewood Heights Clinic follows best practices as
recommended by the American Psychiatric Council, which emphasizes core
family values as the basis of positive reform, over the pseudoscientific
view of the American Psychiatric Association.  One thing the Council's
research has discovered was that getting tough with persons afflicted with
homosexuality really did bring about changes in orientation; and getting
tough, among other things, means serving up big big doses of humiliation."

All of Camden's friends smiled and raised their beers with lusty shouts,
"Right on brother!"  "Sounds good to me!"

When the evening finally drew to a close, Camden, rather than thanking the
servers for their service, rudely dismissed them, "Alright, you greased
piglets, get your asses up to the showers and clean yourselves off!
Pronto!"

With the rude dismissal of the server boys, Camden was able to show his
classmates how much power he had over the boys in the conversion program,
and his rudeness to the homos brought gales of laughter from his friends.

One of Camden's classmates commented, "Seriously, dude, it must be awesome
to have the kind of power that you do over so many guys!"

Camden gave a serious, grownup, type of smile, and nodded in the
affirmative, "Yeah, but it's not easy, and comes with a lot of
responsibility."

As the server boys started to exit the room, Camden's classmates eyed them
as if they were cattle.

Camden noted that Darrin was visibly pissed, and seemed to mouth the words
"Fuck this!"  Camden wagged a warning finger at Darrin as he exited the
room.

As Camden's friends began to take their leave, they complimented him,
"Dude, you are rad!"  "I've learned more about servitor control tonight
from just observing you in action than I did from anything in our
textbooks."  "I never knew how awesome you were, dude.  Will you be my best
bud forever?"

***

It was no surprise to Darrin, after getting a finger-wagging from Camden
the previous evening, when the following morning he was summoned to
Mr. Cann's office.  Mr. Cann was friendly in demeanor, "Darrin, it has come
to our attention, through observations by Spencer and Camden, and from
reports from several of the boys in the conversion program who have come to
us with information on your behavior, that you have something of an anger
management problem.  And that is a serious problem, and it is something
that needs to be dealt with."

"Now, we want you to know that we do not blame you for having problems with
anger.  Almost all homosexuals have anger management problems, but
sometimes homosexuals express their frustration with themselves by displays
of anger that are completely inappropriate."

"So we do want to put you on alert that you are being observed for anger
management issues, and if either Spencer or Camden, or any of your
counselors, see any more examples of such behavior, you will be given the
treatment we feel you need and which we hope will help you to address your
problem."

Darrin asked, "What is the treatment?"

Mr. Cann rubbed his hand through his hair, and smoothed it as he spoke,
"There are certain proven effective therapies for such behavior, and
Spencer will put them into effect."

Darrin wondered, "What are they?"

Mr. Cann became a bit more condescending towards Darrin, "Now there's no
need for you to worry about things.  You're job is just to obey and do what
you're told."

Darrin was getting frustrated, "I'm not worried about them.  I just want to
know what the treatment consists of."

Mr. Cann looked suspiciously at Darrin, "Do I sense that you're getting
angry?"

Darrin shook his head in frustration, "I'm not angry, I just asked a
question."

Mr. Cann raised his eyebrows, "The tone of your voice is showing
irritation.  I can now see what others have been concerned about.  I'd
better call for Spencer."

As Mr. Cann paged Spencer, Darrin felt like crying, since he had no other
recourse.  He was a totally helpless victim of incompetent zealots, who had
the power and authority to do almost anything to him they felt was needed.

A surprisingly gruff Spencer entered the room, looking himself like he had
anger management issues, "What's going on here?"

Mr. Cann explained, "I was simply explaining to Darrin about our concerns
over his anger management issues, and he became noticeably hostile."

Darrin protested, "I did not!"

In a sudden surprised move Spencer grabbed Darrin by the sleeves of his
jumpsuit and pushed him against the wall.  He shouted, "You trying to be
Mr. Head Troublemaker around here?  Is that what you're trying to do?"

Spencer surprised Darrin by giving his face a hard slap.  Darrin let out a
cry, and Spencer continued shouting at him, "You need to start getting with
the program, young man!  NOW!  You have failed to make even the slightest
attempt at giving the program a chance.  It's clear to me that you need to
be watched and controlled 24/7, so I'm alerting all of the counselors that
I'm placing you on a regimen of heightened observation, 24-hour monitoring,
strict discipline, and any and all infractions will receive the severest
punishment!"

Darrin was frightened, and began to explain, "I just asked Mr. Cann..."

Spencer screamed, "SHUT UP!"  He spun Darrin around and began unbuttoning
the butt flap of his jumpsuit.  Darrin didn't know what was going on and
let out a frightened, "Please, no!"

Once Darrin's naked ass was exposed, Spencer pulled him into the middle of
the room and instructed Mr. Cann to get a strap.

Spencer faced Darrin, put his arms around him, and pulled him close.  He
hugged him tightly.  Their groins were thrust into each other.

Mr. Cann asked, "How many do you want me to give him?"

Spencer thought for a bit, "Let's go free-form on this.  Just start beating
him, and let's see how it goes."

Mr. Cann swung the strap and slashed Darrin's ass.  Darrin screamed and was
forced tight against Spencer.

Spencer and Darrin's face were nose to nose.  Spencer looked deeply into
Darrin's eyes, which were tearing.  To Darrin, it appeared as if Spencer
relished holding him so close as his ass was strapped.

With each blow Darrin's groin was thrust into Spencer's groin.  After the
sixth stroke of the strap Darrin was rock hard within his chastity cage,
and he thought that Spencer was also hard, though he could not be sure
because the chastity cage prevented him from receiving full stimulus to his
groin.  He struggled and fought to free himself, but Spencer held him
tightly; very tightly!

Spencer smiled at Darrin and pursed his lips, almost as if he were inviting
a kiss from the crying homo boy.

And before Darrin could comprehend what Spencer's pursed lips meant,
Spencer planted his lips against Darrin's, and thrust his groin into his.
At the same time another blow of Mr. Cann's strap hit Darrin's ass, but
Darrin didn't feel it.  The hot sensual lips of the beautiful counselor
took Darrin's mind away from the pain.  But at the same time, involuntarily
and in utter confusion, Darrin pleaded, "Please stop!"

Spencer whispered, "You need this.  This is aversion therapy.  It is going
to help you associate intimate contact with other males with intense pain.
It will help you end your attraction to other males."

Darrin called out, "No!" and Spencer answered by replanting his lips on
Darrin's and plunging his tongue into Darrin's mouth and wagging it about,
trying to ensnare Darrin's tongue as Mr. Cann continued to strap his ass.
Darrin could not believe what was happening, and found himself in sensory
overload mode: frightened, repulsed, excited, and sensually enthralled by
Spencer's tongue raping.

Only after Spencer held up his hand for Mr. Cann to stop the strapping
after 20 strokes did Darrin realize that he did not feel any of the strokes
of the strap on his ass once Spencer forced his tongue into his mouth.

Spencer continued to hold Darrin in his embrace, and instructed him as he
rubbed his back, "That was just a small taste of the kind of punishment you
will be receiving if you don't start getting with the program.  You need to
get rid of that hostile attitude, and accept the love we are offering you;
because if you don't, I will crucify you!"

Darrin was shocked at hearing the word `crucify' once again.  With a threat
of crucifixion, Darrin was noticeably shaken.  Spencer noted Darrin's
worried look, put his mouth to his ear, and whispered, "You heard that
right, Darrin; I will personally put you on the cross and crucify you.  I
will do whatever it takes to get you to be the way I want you to be!"

Darrin felt like a bird in the clutches of a feral cat, feeling a dread
that things could get worse than they already had been.

Spencer shook his head as if suddenly waking up from a dream, and
commanded; "Now I want you to get your ass down to the facilities office.
Jason Stearns, our head janitor, is going to put you to work scrubbing and
painting the warehouse floor and walls.  Make sure you do everything he
tells you to do, and address him at all times as `sir'."

No sooner had Darrin left Mr. Cann's office, when Spencer's father,
Dr. Elliot Collins, entered Mr. Cann's office.  He was pleased to find
Mr. Cann and his son, "Ah, here you two are.  I just want to remind you two
that we have a board meeting tomorrow afternoon.  Mr. Cann, do you have
everything ready to make a `convincing' presentation?"

Mr. Cann nodded, "I sure do.  We are poised for growth.  Our four newest
boys, Todd, Steve, Darrin, and Christopher, all come from very caring
families with strong resources, and are committed to ensuring that their
boys recover from the clutches of homosexuality.  So from those four boys
alone, if we average out their length of treatment to at least two more
years than originally scheduled, we stand to gain 96 more months of
high-end treatment revenue."

"And the parents of two of those boys, Darrin and Christopher, have made it
clear on more than one occasion that money was no object, and that they
didn't care how long treatment the took.  So looking at that possibility,
we could extend the term of treatment for those two to probably as long as
three, four, or even five, more years!"

"And then when you figure in that a month of treatment usually includes
about 30 hours of character-building labor for the boys in treatment, which
comes out to a hell of a lot of free hard-labor man hours for our compound
projects.  I would say we're sitting pretty!"

Dr. Collins did not agree, "I'm sorry.  But that will not do.  These are
tough economic times, and we should have no qualms whatsoever about taking
whatever measures are needed, no matter how extreme."

"Those projections are not going to work if we plan on going ahead with
building our new conference center.  We need to maximize all our upscale
clients.  We have a total of fifteen such clients, including the four you
mentioned.  I was looking at the numbers, and we need to extend all of
their terms!"

Spencer commented, "But the Clark boy, William, is actually making
progress.  He really wants to be changed out of his homosexual orientation,
and is following the program with fervor."

Dr. Collins winced, "We can reevaluate the Clark boy's progress at a later
date."

Dr. Collins saw that there were no more objections from either Spencer or
Mr. Cann, so he continued, "And those `character building' hard labor hours
need to be upped.  We need to be able to show the board we are doing all we
can to maximize profits."

Spencer responded, "I agree with you, and we will work on upping those
figures.  Right now I've got the Fuller boy, Darrin, scrubbing the
warehouse floors.  I plan on having him, and the other boys in the
conversion program, scrubbing the entire warehouse, floors and walls, and
then painting them, over the next couple of weeks.  We got a bid from Ace
Cleaning and Repair to do the job, and when I saw that they wanted $22,000
to do the job, I knew then that the only solution was to put the homo boys
to work on the project."

Dr. Collins was pleased, "Good thinking, son!  Money is to be found in the
details!"

Mr. Cann was awed, "Elliot, I have to tell you once again how much I admire
your business acumen!"

Dr. Collins and his son, Spencer, left Mr. Cann's office and walked
together as they headed out of the administrative offices.  Once they
arrived at the compound that housed the caged boys, Dr. Collins praised his
son, "I'm so proud of you son.  You are doing such an outstanding job
running the conversion program!"

Spencer nodded in gratitude to his father for his compliment, gave his
father a hug, and headed to his room.  He made his way to his large
bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.  He took off his jacket and
removed his tie.  He turned on the faucet, and with his hands wet his hair.
He combed his hair carefully, while admiring himself in the mirror.

Once his hair was neatly combed, he left the bathroom, and as he exited the
bathroom he passed the door to his closet.  He paused in front of the door,
as if struggling with himself.  After a few moments he took a key from his
pocket, unlocked the door and opened it, and then knelt down.  There on the
floor of the closet was a chest.  He found another key and put it into the
lock of the chest, and was about to unlock it, but stopped.  He put a hand
to his forehead and shook his head, not really wanting to open the chest.

Finally he gave in, and started to turn the key that would open the chest.
At that same moment there was a frantic knocking on the door to his room.
He quickly re-locked the chest and the closet door, and hurried to see who
was knocking.

It was Camden.  "Spencer, I need to talk with you!"

Spencer saw that his younger brother was upset, "Something is bothering
you!  Come here bro; let me give you a hug?"

Camden nodded, "Please, bro, I need it!"

The brothers hugged, and the hug felt good to both of them, as their mutual
hugs always did.

After basking in the warmth of his older brother's comforting hug, Camden
began, timidly, "Bro, I need to make a confession."

Spencer, knowing his younger brother, wondered, "Did you give in, Camden?"

With embarrassment and a pained expression, Camden confided, "Yes, bro.
I'm so ashamed of myself."

Spencer offered comfort, "There is nothing to be ashamed of.  You gave in
to temptation.  That is only human.  What would have been wrong would be if
you had not confessed that you had masturbated."

Camden looked down at the floor, and Spencer asked, "Why are you confessing
this to me and not to dad, since we are always supposed to go to dad to
confess our failings if dad is on the premises?"

Camden, with his eyes still on the floor, responded in a tearful voice,
"Because I can't stand the way dad treats me after my punishment.  After
dad straps me, he puts me on the `wheelchair'!"

Spencer was about to respond, but Camden broke into his train of thought,
"How come he no longer `wheelchairs' you, but he does it to me every time
after I receive my punishment?"

Spencer was not quick to respond, so Camden continued voicing his
grievances, "Every time after I confess to masturbating, and after I get my
strapping, dad lubes my ass and makes me sit on the `wheelchair' dildo,
straps me down, and wheels me into a corner.  It is so weird bro, so
humiliating!  I can't take any more!"

Again Spencer did not immediately respond to his brother's question, and
Camden continued, "Why doesn't he make you straddle the wheelchair dildo,
and strap you down once your punishment is over, bro?  Huh?"

A perplexed Spencer wondered along with Camden, "I just don't know, Cammie.
Maybe it's because I don't go on complaining about being too old to get a
strapping.  I just take whatever dad dishes out and keep my mouth shut, and
try as hard as I can to not swear or curse while I get my beating."

After a pause, Spencer continued, "Bro, I've overheard you while dad straps
your ass.  You're swearing the whole time, screaming like a little girl,
bawling.  I always feel so sorry for you, but I think dad can't stand
seeing either one of us acting like sissies, showing ourselves as weak and
vulnerable.  I think it infuriates him.  So it's best to take it like a
man, bro."

Camden sniffled, "I'm sorry bro, I'm just a loser!"

Spencer touched Camden on the shoulder, "No, Cammie, don't say that.  You
are my beautiful brother whom I love and adore.  You are no loser!"

"But dad thinks I am."

Spencer put a hand to his brother's cheek, "Bro, dad does not think you're
a loser.  He just comes from another time.  Sometimes he has a problem with
expressing his love.  That's all."

Camden started to cry, "Do I have to get a spanking, bro?"

Spencer hugged his brother, and whispered, "You played with yourself, bro,
so yes, you need to get spanked.  You know you have it coming."

Camden, resigned, wondered, "Can I get it from you instead of from dad?"

Spencer, still holding his brother, began to gently rub his back, "You can,
but just this one time.  In the future you have to confess to dad, as
always."

Camden, feeling greatly relieved, sobbed, "I love you, bro.  Please don't
make it hurt as bad as dad's spankings."

Spencer, as much as he loved his brother, knew he had to be professional in
such a moment, "Cammie, you know as well as I do that I have to do what I
have to do!  You have to train yourself to stop masturbating.  That's the
kind of thing those homos in the cages do.  You and I are better than they
are, and we have to rise above giving in to any such self-debasing
practice."

Camden nodded his head in agreement as he bathed in the embrace of his
older brother.

Once Camden's snifflings had subsided, Spencer whispered, "Okay bro, you
know the drill, off with your clothes; everything!"

"Everything?"

"The same as if dad were doing it, everything off!"

"Please Spencer; don't make me get naked in front of you for a spanking.
It's okay when we're naked in front of each other when we are doing
`aversion' therapy on the homos, but this is different.  I will have to be
bare, and you won't.  And being naked for punishment is different than
being naked when we're working together as a professional counseling team."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Cammie.  As you've said, we see each
other naked all the time during our therapy sessions with the homos, and
you know as well as I do that what dad says is true; humiliation is the
best teacher."

"I know bro, but you'll be spanking me just the way we spank the boys in
the program, and it's going to make me feel like I am as awful as they
are!"

"Don't go thinking that, Cammie.  Those boys in the cages are homo
perverts.  You're no pervert!  In fact, just the opposite; because you're
dealing honestly with your shortcomings, and that's something that homo
boys are unable to do."

Camden winced from what was about to happen, so Spencer reached out a hand
and gently touched his cheek, "Look bro, I know this is going to be hard on
you, as well as very embarrassing, but we have to do what's right by our
training and our commitment to dad and the Rosewood Height's Upstanding
Living program."

Camden removed his clothes in silence, and once he was naked, his teen
wanger, for reasons unknown to him, began to come to life, at first
plumping up a bit, but soon it started to erect.  In no time Camden's boy
squirter was bobbing and throbbing with a life of its own.  Suddenly Camden
felt more exposed than he had ever felt before.  He covered his privates
with his hands, and sobbed in embarrassment, "Spence, I don't know why this
is happening.  I am so ashamed, bro.  Please forgive me!"

Spencer sat down on a hardback chair, gently grabbed Camden by his wrist,
and guided him to stand in front of him, "No bro, you are no pervert.
Don't worry about it.  It's natural.  It sometimes happens to me too when I
have to get it from dad."

As Spencer guided Camden over his lap, Camden sobbed, "I love you Spencer,
please don't hurt me too bad!"

"It will hurt, but I do this in love, Cammie, you know that."

When Camden's erection poked against his older brother's leg, Camden
started to cry, fearing that he would shoot a load on his brother's leg.
He felt like nothing more than a little naked, naughty, perv, boy.

And when Spencer laid on the first spank to Camden's buttocks, Camden's
teen throbber began to dance as he feared it would.  And the guilt he felt
from the intense surgings of his young man parts made Camden feel all the
more that he deserved the spanking he was getting.

But as strange as the sexual arousal was that coursed through Camden's lean
teen body, he felt cared for as he lay on his older brother's lap, as
painful as it was.  With each blow of his brother's hand on his buttocks,
the guilt he was feeling at having masturbated, and being little-boy naked
over his brother's lap with a throbbing erection, seemed to mingle and
dance with the pain of the spanking, and his loins began to convulse with a
forbidden ecstasy.

Camden started to cry out loud, even as he could feel his penis loading up
with gobs of precum, and as his cock trigger armed itself for firing.

Spencer could sense, almost feel vicariously, what his brother was going
through, and it brought more determination into the delivery of the
spanking.

Being the experienced counselor that he was, knowledgeable in techniques
for bringing positive changes in the behavior of the boys under his care,
and knowing the importance of offering strong doses of humiliation to teen
boys in their formative years, Spencer knew that it was necessary to bring
Camden's sense of humiliation to as high a level as possible; he reached
his left hand underneath Camden and grabbed him by his balls, as he
continued spanking him with his right hand.

He continued to knead his brother's balls as he increased the speed and
intensity of the spanking.  Camden twitched in sensory overload, his eyes
went wide, his mouth opened wide, and he spread his flailing legs.

Spencer immediately realized his kneading on his brother's balls had the
intended effect of producing something near to mortal shame on young
Camden's conscience, so he knew it was time to up the game.  As he kneaded
Camden's balls with the fingers of this left hand, he deftly let the thumb
of his right hand find its way into Camden's boy hole, and started thumb
fucking him.  Thus, with Camden wiggling in ecstasy, both of Spencer's
hands were engaged with everything in his brother's nether regions; his
balls, his perineum, and his teen cunt.

As his climax neared, Camden was beyond being able to process the
`forbidden' flames that fueled his senses.  So he finally allowed himself
to revel in the painful shame and delicious humiliation of an obscene
punishment delivered at the hands of an older brother that he adored.  As
his love knob began twitching to an orgasm of its own doing, Camden called
out, "I love you Spencer.  I love you more than anything."

Spencer immediately stopped fondling his moaning, sweating, precumming,
brother's balls with his left hand, and instead took a firm grip of his
pulsing, steel-hard, teen squirt tube, and began jacking the wayward
masturbator.

As Camden's dude piston began firing ropes of cum at Spencer's slacks,
Spencer called out as he continued spanking, "I am so proud of you; what a
beautiful brother you are!"

As Camden shot rope after rope of boy sperm, Spencer's thumb was squeezed
to a painful degree by the action of his brother's throbbing, teen
sphincter.

Spencer could smell the naughty smell of teen cum on his trouser leg before
he could feel its wetness on his pant leg.

After his cumming, Camden remained lying across his brother's lap in
silence.  Once he had recovered, Spencer let go of his slowly deflating
teen rod, unplugged his thumb from his boy hole, and pulled him up into a
sitting position on his lap.  Spencer then tightly embraced his brother,
planted his older-brother's lips on Camden's neck, and gave him a long and
loving kiss.

Camden, with tears in his eyes, whispered, "I'm so ashamed, bro."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of little guy.  As you know from all the
boys we have to punish, that ejaculations sometime happen during
punishments.  It's natural.  I think it's nature trying to tell you that if
you accept the punishment you deserve, good things will happen to you."

"I just feel like a perv or something, bro."

Spencer confided, "If it will help to make you feel any better, Cammie, it
still happens to me.  When I have to get it from dad, I almost always get
hard; and a couple of times I fired a load just the way you did now."

Camden, needing to hear that, thanked his older brother for sharing the
embarrassing information, and felt greatly relieved and comforted as
Spencer hugged and rubbed his naked, freshly punished, body.

Camden felt wonderful being held by his brother, and whispered, "Thank you
for the discipline session, bro. I think I really needed it."

It was with reluctance that Camden finally removed himself from his
brother's lap and started to get dressed.

As Camden pulled on his slacks, he noticed all of the sperm on Spencer's
slacks in the area of the crotch and the pant leg, and apologized for the
mess, "I'll wash your slacks for you, Spencer."

"Don't you worry about it, bro."

Once Camden left his room, Spencer removed his stained slacks and undies,
ashamed of himself, especially after the way Camden had so bravely taken
his punishment, for not revealing to his brother that most of the jism on
his slacks was his own.


To be continued...

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