Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 10:44:52 -0600
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Brent's Struggle 21

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Brent's Struggle
Chapter 21

The days after Brent's attempted escape were pure hell for the
teenager. After he, Steven and Ned had been marched down to what Dr. Wilson
called her `Advanced Treatment Rooms' Brent had been separated from the
other boys. The room was no bigger than a prison cell. It had one bed and
nothing else. He had not been given any more than the thin hospital gown to
wear.

"You have made life much more difficult for your friends," Dr. Wilson said
standing in the hall outside the small room. "Ned was making such progress
before this."

"There is nothing wrong with any of us." Brent's eyes flashed as his gaze
met her gaze. He was not going to back down now. He was not going to give
into her perverted attempt to treat him.

"You are so miss guided," she said taking a step closer to him. Her cool
hand caressed Brent's cheek.

Brent wanted to slap her. She was so close he could do it but the orderlies
were still holding his arms. As she touched his cheek, he felt a shiver run
down his spine. He was not sure if it was the coldness in her touch or the
cool air against his bare butt. The hospital gown had not been tied in the
back and left him exposed.

"This will go easier on you if you cooperate with your treatment," she said

"Fuck you bitch!" Brent was trying to hold onto the fire that had fueled
his rebellion in the group session. His memories of Devyn were helping
him. Devyn had stood up to his parents. Devyn had confessed his love for
Brent and Brent had turned his back on Devyn.

"I think you will need some time to think about what you have done," she
said,

She nodded and the two men pushed Brent forcefully into the room. The floor
was cold against his bare feet. He grabbed at the back of his flapping gown
and tried to keep it closed. "how can you help her?" Brent looked from one
orderly to the other. "Can't you see she is fucking crazy. You need to call
the cops. You need to call our parents. You need to help us."

"It's for your own good kid," one of the orderlies said. The other one just
sneered at Brent as if he were a bug that needed squashed.

"I hope you are pleased with your performance," Dr. Wilson said stepping
into the room. The orderlies flanked her so there was no chance Brent could
attack her or get out. "These men believe as I do that you are mentally ill
and with the right treatment, we will cure your disease."

"You are a fucking psycho," Brent shouted. "I want out of here. This is
illegal!"

"I have signed release forms by your parents." Her voice was cool and the
smile on her red lips did not touch her blue eyes. "They want you well and
so do I. One day you will understand that this is for your own good. You
will thank me."

"You are fucking crazy!" He could not believe he was being left to her
treatment. "My parents are not going to let you do this to me. They are not
going to just abandoned me here."  Moving closer she lightly touched his
smooth cheek. Her hand was cool against Brent's skin. "One day you will
think me for this. One day you will understand this was all for your own
mental health." Her fingers lightly caressed his cheek and then his soft
blonde hair. Her blue eyes met his. "I think you are a perfect candidate
for my more aggressive treatments."

"You're fucking crazy!" Brent wanted to be brave he wanted to slap her. If
had not been for the two large orderlies standing beside the door, he might
have done it. He might have slapped her and slammed her blonde head into
the wall repeatedly. His hands were clinched into fists as he met her cold
blue eyes.

"I'll be back right after I deal with your two cohorts," she said and once
again caressed his cheek.

Brent had tried not to think about what had happened after she had
returned. He had tried to fight her and the orderlies but he had only ended
up beaten and injected with something. After the "treatment" he had curled
up in a ball on the bed and started sobbing.

He had not been sure how long he had sobbed into the pillow on the bed
before drifting off to sleep. His dreams had been filled with visions of
Dr. Wilson coming for him over and over again. The nightmares had been
interrupted by the real-life nightmare when she had touched him to wake him
up. He had flinched away and tried to push himself as far back into the
corner as he could.

"It's only me Brent," she said softly. "It is time for your treatment."

"No!" No! Go away!" He pressed his body against the wall. He wanted to get
away from here. He wanted the earth to open and swallow him. He just wanted
this nightmare to end.

Her hand lightly caressed his bare leg. It moved up from his calf to his
thigh. "Don't worry. We will get your mental condition under control." He
could feel her hand sliding higher on his leg. He could feel the cold
fingers caressing his smooth skin.  "This is for your own good. You will
see your future will be brighter because of the actions I take for you
today." Her voice was cool but soft. It did not hold the anger that Brent
had heard yesterday when he had called her a bitch and a cunt.

"You don't care about me or my future," Brent said his blue eyes flashing
his defiance.

Dr. Wilson's red lips curved up into a smile. Her thumb caressed his smooth
cheek. "Oh, but I do Brent. I do care very much about your future. I have
such big plans for you."

Brent's blue eyes met her own. He saw no warmth in those blue eyes. Her
eyes only seemed to be calculating and cold. Brent felt a shiver slide up
his spine. He was not sure if it was from the cold breeze against his bare
skin or the ice coming from her blue eyes.

# # #

Brent was confused on what had been nightmares and what had been
reality. He curled up in a fetal position and cried into the pillow. He
just wanted this to end he wanted out of this place no matter the price. He
was not sure his call for help would be answered. He was not sure Matt had
understood the urgency. He was not sure he had made sense when yelling into
the phone for help.

It was there sobbing that he heard a soft voice say his name. At first, he
thought he was imagining it but it came again. He listened and heard it a
third time. Brent moved closer to the vent in the wall. He was sure that
was where the sound had come from.

"Brent," he heard softly coming through the air vent.

"Steven," he said amazed.

"It is you." Steven's voice sounded relieved. "I wasn't sure what happened
to you. I heard the sobbing and didn't know if it was you or someone else."

"Do you know what happened to Ned?" Brent asked.

"No," Steven said. "He probably said I forced him to help."

"Well for him that might have been his best option." Brent could understand
Ned doing anything to avoid the fate that Brent was suffering.

"Brent I'm not sure I can survive this." Steven's voice was shaking as he
spoke. It was filled with the boy's fear. "What she is doing to me now is
worse than before."

"You can," Brent said. "Help is on the way."

Steven had seen Brent in the office of the infermy frantically dialing the
phone. He had doen his best to distract Dr. Wilson and the orderlies to
give Brent time. He had not held out much hope that Brent had been
successful. "Were you actually able to make a call for help?" Steven's
voice held a slight glimmer of hope.

"Yes," Brent said, although he was not sure that help really was on the
way.

"The boy from the picture?" Steven asked. Steven could remember the
good-looking teenager in the picture he had found in Brent's book. He could
remember how that picture and Brents feelings for the boy had opened the
door to some of Brent's memories.

"Not Devyn," Brent said. "He wouldn't be able to help us." Brent doubted
that after how he had treated Devyn that the guy would be willing to do
anything for Brent.

"Then who?" Steven asked.

"This man Devyn and I both knew." Brent could remember all too well his one
meeting with Matt and Bryan. He could remember exactly how that meeting had
put Devyn and Brent on the path to unleashing their feelings for each
other.

Brent knew it had been meeting Matt and Bryan at the mall that had given
the two teenagers the fuel to give into their desires for each other. It
had been after going back to Brent's and being alone in Brent's bedroom
that they had decided that they needed to be more than just friends. They
had held each other there with wrapping paper and bows around the room and
given into their love for the other. Brent could remember so clearly now
how Devyn had held him and how they had kissed there letting their feelings
for the other out. It had been so long of pushing them down that it felt
like a bolder had been lifted off his shoulders.

They had only kissed and held each other that afternoon but it had been the
beginning of their more physical relationship. Once again it had been Matt
that was the catalyst for them to take their next step. It was one of the
memories that had come back to Brent after Steven had found Devyn's
picture.

Brent and Devyn had been sitting on his bed. Devyn had told Brent about the
confrontation between Frank and Matt at the construction site.

# # #

"Wow," Brent said as he listened to Devyn tell him about what had happened
at the construction site. "I can't believe your Dad attacked Matt like
that."

"Me either," Devyn said. "It was actually scary. I thought Dad was really
going to hurt him. I don't know what would have happened if My Dad hadn't
snapped out of his rage."

"Well, it is a good thing he did," Brent said.

"I think it scared Matt a little. He gave me his business card." After
taking the card from his pocket, he held the card out to Brent. "He told me
to call him if I needed anything."

"That's really nice of him," Brent said taking the card and studying the
fancy script. "I'm sure he was worried about your Dad's reaction."

I just have to make sure Dad never finds out what a perverted queer his son
is," Devyn said his voice laced with sarcasm.

"You're just a little perverted," Brent said giving Devyn's leg a squeeze.

"Gee, thanks!" Devyn responded.

Brent smiled at his friend. He could tell that Devyn knew he had just been
teasing. Brent felt so good sitting there with Devyn and joking and
talking. It reminded Brent of how Matt and Bryan had been with each
other. It was that easy-going loving relationship that Brent wanted. He
wanted that sort of relationship with Devyn.

"You know Matt thinks we make a cute couple," Devyn said looking into
Brent's blue eyes.

"Then we can just be perverted together," Brent said

Devyn turned toward his friend and moved closer. His lips found Brent's and
they kissed. Brent's hand moving from Devyn's leg to slide around his
friend. The kiss broke, but their arms stayed around each other. Their
hands sliding slowly up and down each other's backs.

Brent moved stretching out on the bed and pulling Devyn with him. It felt
so good being this close to the other boy. It felt safe having Devyn
stretched out with him on the bed.

Devyn was on top of Brent. Brent's arms were around Devyn holding the boy
tight as they were kissing. Brent's hands slid up Devyn's shirt feeling the
teen's soft skin. Brent's lips parted allowing Devyn's tongue inside. Brent
loved the feeling of Devyn's smooth skin under his hands. He enjoyed the
feeling of Devyn's tongue probing inside his mouth.

Brent could feel his jeans growing tighter as his teenage erection grew
pressing harder against his pants. It felt so right holding Devyn like
this. For Brent this felt natural. It felt better than it ever had with
Tracy.

The kiss broke and the two were looking into each other's eyes. Brent
marveled at the golden flecks that looked like they were swirling inside
Devyn's eyes. Brent's hands had slid down from the smooth skin of Devyn's
back to squeeze the firm buns inside the jeans Devyn was wearing.

"I wish we had more time," Devyn said.

"Me too," Brent said. "But my Mom will be back any minute."

"I know," Devyn said. He kissed Brent's inviting lips again. Devyn then
lifted himself up. He reached between Brent's legs and massaged the hard
piece of teen flesh.

"Oh," Brent moaned at the pleasure Devyn's touch gave him.

"Do you think you want to try and jerk off?" Devyn asked even as his
fingers were opening Brent's pants.

Brent had not had time to answer Devyn's question. Devyn already had
Brent's cock out and was slowly stroking him. "Oh man Devyn." Brent moaned
louder as Devyn's thumb rubbed across the sensitive head of Brent's erect
cock.  Brent was already leaking precum and Devyn smeared it around the
pink head of Brent's cock. Brent moaned with the pleasure Devyn was giving
him. Devyn pushed up Brent's shirt so he could kiss the bare skin of
Brent's chest. Finding Brent's little pink nipple Devyn begins kissing
it. Then he is licking it and sucking on it.

Devyn's kisses felt amazing against Brent's bare chest. He could feel the
other boy's warm breath pass over his nipple and then he felt Devyn's mouth
closing on his pink nipple. Brent moaned louder as Devyn sucked on his
chest and stroked him Brent had never known until then how good having his
nipple teased felt. Devyn could do amazing things with his mouth and
tongue.

Brent could feel his balls churning with the load Devyn's hand was building
up inside them. He could feel the boy's hand stroking him from his soft
blonde curly pubic hair to the pink tip of his teenage cock. Devyn's thumb
rubbed the head again smearing around the precum. Brent knew he was not
going to be able to last long. Devyn's hand was stroking him fast and
firm. To Brent, it felt better than when his own hand was stroking him.

. "Oh Devyn." Brent could feel the pleasure building he could feel his
climax growing. "Oh, Devyn I'm going to..." Brent could not finish the
statement as his cock began shooting his load. Jet after Jet shooting from
Brent's cock and splattering on the boy's stomach. "Oh wow," Brent
breathed.

"Awesome," Devyn said looking at the large pool of teenage jizz on Brent's
flat belly.

Brent rode the wave of pleasure that Devyn had given him. He could not
believe just how good Devyn made him feel. As his breathing slowed, he
looked at Devyn's sexy face looking down at him. There was something so
special about those warm brown eyes. They made Brent feel safe and warm.

"That feels so good when you do that," Brent said. "it feels better than
when I do it."

"I don't know," Devyn said. "I think it feels really good when you do it to
me."

Brent wanted to give Devyn the same kind of pleasure that Devyn had just
given him. "Take it out and I'll show you."

Brent watch Devyn moving around in the bed and then watched the boy opened
his pants and let his teenage cock out. The excitement of stroking Brent
and knowing his friend was going to return the favor had made Devyn's cock
rock-hard. Brent watched as Devyn adjusted his pants pushing them down a
little more to give his cock a little more freedom.

>From Brent's angle the cock looked larger than normal. He wondered if he
and Devyn were still roughly the same size. He studied the cock for a
moment from the base of curly brown pubes to the flared head.

Reaching out Brent wraps his hand around Devyn's erection. He slowly begins
stroking the other boy. His hand was firm as he stroked from Devyn's brown
pubes to the head of Devyn's cock. The stiff piece of teenage meat was
already beginning to leak precum. Brent copied what Devyn had done and
smeared the precum around Devyn's glans. He rubbed his thumb thru the piss
slit and then stroked Devyn a little faster.

Brent new they did not have much time so he was stroking Devyn quickly. His
thumb was rubbing the sensitive head of Devyn's cock. Brent was smearing
the pre cum all around that sensitive head. He could hear Devyn gasping as
the teenager was growing closer to his climax.

"Oh yes," Devyn moaned.

Brent looked up into Devyn's eyes. He could see the pleasure there as he
stroked Devyn's cock. He could hear the boy's gasps of pleasure growing
louder as Devyn approached his climax.

Brent could still feel his warm ejaculate on his exposed chest and
belly. His shirt was pulled up keeping it out of the teenage spew. Brent
began pumping faster on Devyn's cock. He saw Devyn's eyes close. He could
feel Devyn's cock throbbing and growing just a bit more as the teenager
approached his climax.

Brent's own cock was starting to stir for a second time. He could feel it
becoming partially aroused. It was still leaking a bit of cum as it rested
in his blonde pubic patch. Brent could feel the last dribbles of his cum
leaking from his piss slit and sliding over his smooth balls.

"I'm close," Devyn said.

Brent could feel the cock swelling a bit more as Devyn was starting his
climax. He felt the cock jumping in his grasp as the first jet was firing
from the head and splattering onto Brent's stomach.

"Oh, oh," Devyn moaned as he rode the wave of pleasure Brent's hand was
giving him.

Brent could feel the first strands of Devyn's load hitting his bare
skin. There was something sensual about having his best friends cum on his
bare skin. Brent looked from the intensity on Devyn's face to the hard cock
shooting cum onto Brent's chest and belly. The hot strands blended in with
Brent's fair complexion.

"Oh man," Devyn breathed as the wave of pleasure washed thru his body.

Brent watched as the last of Devyn's load shot from the boy's cock and onto
Brent. Brent's fingers were becoming sticky with the teenager's load. He
had not noticed before how much cum Devyn could shoot. "Wow you shoot a
lot."

The combined loads made a sizable pool on Brent's flat belly. Brent
wondered just how much more cum Devyn had shot than he had. It seemed like
quite a bit to Brent.

Devyn's brown eyes met Brent's clear blue ones. He smiled at his
friend. "Some of this is yours." Devyn ran one finger around in the combine
loads on Brent's belly.

"That tickles," Brent said giggling.

Moving his cum coated fingertip up to Brent's chest, Devyn started smearing
the sticky fluid across Brent's left nipple. He then coated his finger a
second time and was rubbing it across Brent's right nipple. Devyn could
feel the pink nubs growing erect as he teased them.

"You are going to make me hard again," Brent said feeling his cock already
starting to respond to Devyn's erotic touch.

Moving in closer but being careful. Not to get the cum on his clothes,
Devyn kissed Brent again. "I can't wait until we get the chance to do more
than just jerk each other off," Devyn said.

Brent wanted that too. From the moment when their almost naked bodies had
ground together on that camping trip, he knew he liked being with Devyn. He
liked the feeling of his friends' body against his. He liked the feeling of
their skin on skin contact. "Me too," Brent said. "Now I better get cleaned
up."

They had kissed again after Brent had cleaned the cum off his skin. It was
not until after Devyn had left that Brent had found the business card. He
realized that he must have dropped it when they had started kissing and
groping each other.

Brent had picked it up studying the writing again and put it on his
nightstand. Brent had always intended to give the card back to Devyn but it
kept slipping his mind. After he and Devyn had been caught having sex, he
had never gotten the opportunity. He had sat in his room at night after
Devyn had disappeared looking at the card. He had almost called Matt
several times. He was sure that Devyn had went to Matt and Bryan after
leaving home. Once Brent had dialed the number but hung up after the first
ring having lost his nerve.

# # #

"Matt will help us," Brent told Steven. "I'm sure of it." Brent hoped what
he was telling Steven was true but he was not as confident as he sounded.

Brent and Steven talked long into the night. Neither of them wanted to
sleep. Brent wondered if Steven was avoiding sleep to avoid the
nightmares. Brent just was not sure if the nightmares were better or worse
than what would be waiting for him tomorrow.

# # #

Brent heard them coming down the hall. He prayed they would walk past his
door. He did not want it to be his turn. He did not want to go through
another session with Dr. Wilson. He was still bruised and sore from the
last session.

Brent breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps went by his door. He
then felt guilty for being relieved. He realized that they had stopped at
Steven's door. He could hear them pulling Steven from the bed. He wondered
if they ripped Steven's hospital gown off and made him walk naked down the
hall. He wondered if the orderlies tormented him the way they had Brent.

Brent rolled over and tried not to think about what Steven was having to
endure. He did not know if it was as bad as his own treatment or not. He
and Steven tried to talk about everything but what happened to them. They
tried not to think about the hell they went through every day.

"How long has it been?" Brent wondered. He really had no idea. He did not
even know if it was day or night. He wondered if it had been days or
weeks. He did not know if it was the lack of daylight or something else
that was confusing his mind.

The one thing he held onto was the image of Devyn. He often dreamed of
Devyn coming to get him. The dreams were confusing though. It seemed to be
Devyn but yet not Devyn. Or maybe it was Devyn at slightly different
ages. There was the high school boy with his sexy brown eyes, the brown
hair that fell into his eyes. Brent could remember clearly that sexy
movement Devyn would make to push the hair back and the warm smile that
made Brent's heart rate quicken. Then there was an older Devyn with shaggy
hair and a more defined body. That Devyn was always wearing shorts and a
Hawaiian shirt. The shirt was always open revealing the guy's toned
chest. The third version of Devyn was more polished. His clothes were more
stylish and his hair was never messy. He had a sexy impish grin that Brent
loved. It caused Brent's belly to flip over. There was something unique
about each of these versions of Devyn. Brent just wished his confused brain
could make sense of it all.

Brent heard his name and slowly opened his eyes. "You came!"

"Of course. You didn't think I was going to abandoned you, did you?"

"I was worried that you might," Brent said. Reaching out he touched the
familiar face. "I'm sorry for what I did."

"Hush," Devyn said placing a finger on Brent's lips. "I understand."
Leaning in Devyn's lips met Brent's.

Brent returned the tender kiss. He pulled Devyn's body against him. He held
onto the other boy tight. He never wanted to let go of Devyn again. "Thank
you. Thank you."

Devyn's breath was warm on Brent's bare skin. He could feel the boy's body
heat and realized Devyn was naked.

"Thank you for rescuing me," Brent said.

"I'm always going to come when you call," Devyn said into Brent's ear. Then
he nibbled on Brent's ear lobe. It sent shivers up and down Brent's spine.

Devyn's lips moved from nibbling Brent's ear to kissing Brent's jaw. They
found Brent's lips and the two kissed. Brent's lips parted and Devyn's
tongue entered Brent's mouth. The kissed broke all too soon for Brent. But
Devyn was not done kissing Brent. His lips moved from Brent's lips to
Brent's jaw. Then they were on Brent's neck and shoulder.  Brent tangled
his fingers in Devyn's thick brown hair. He felt the lips close on his
nipple and Brent moaned. Devyn's lips planted Kisses over Brent's chest and
down onto Brent's flat belly. He felt the warm wetness of Devyn's tongue
circling his belly button. He felt the warm breath caressing his smooth
skin.

"Oh Devyn," Brent breathed as the boy's mouth reached Brent's blonde
curls. Brent spread his legs wider allowing Devyn more access. Brent looked
down and into the lust filled brown eyes. Leaning in Devyn kissed Brent's
smooth balls and smiled up at Brent.

Brent tangled his fingers in Devyn's shaggy hair. Devyn had suddenly aged
and was wearing s sensual smile and the Hawaiian shirt. Devyn's tongue
worked its way up from Brent's smooth balls and over the shaft of Brent's
cock. The man's wet tongue caressed the head and took in the precum that
was leaking from Brent's cock. This older shaggy haired Devyn was more
certain and surer of his movements. He swallowed Brent down in one quick
movement.

"Oh yes," Brent moaned. It felt so good being inside the wet warmth of the
guy's mouth. It felt so good having him bobbing up and down on the teenage
erection. Brent thrust up to meet the sucking mouth. He could feel the heat
inside his balls growing.

"I knew you would like that," he said but his voice was deeper than teenage
Devyn and the accent was slightly different.

"It's amazing," Brent breathed.

"Then I bet you will really like this," he said. He pushed Brent's legs
back and licked Brent's balls. His tongue then slid back caressing the
place between Brent's balls and little pucker. Brent groaned in ecstasy as
the tongue touched his tight pucker. He felt it start probing then and
pushing into him.

Brent pulled his legs back further giving the guy more access to his pink
pucker. He could feel the man's soft stubble scraping against the bare skin
he could feel the tongue probing deeper into him. He could feel his cock
jumping and twitching as the guy pushed deeper inside. Brent's moans were
louder as the man probed deeper into him.

"Wow you really like that," he commented looking up at Brent and the boy's
twitching cock.

"It's amazing," Brent said. "You are amazing."

The man licked Brent's smooth balls. He licked up the shaft taking in
Brent's precum that had oozed down the teenage shaft. His lips closed
around the pink head and sucked Brent down to the base. His nose pressing
against the soft blond pubic hair that surrounded Brent's cock.

Brent moaned louder as he felt the orgasm building. He through his head
back reveling in the pleasure coming from his cock and balls. He looked
back down between his legs and saw now Devyn was the polished version. His
hair was perfectly groomed. His eyes were sparkling and he had that sexy
impish grin. He seemed to know a tantalizing secret that he was about to
share with Brent.

Brent watched as the boy licked the head of Brent's cock. He watched him
teasing the piss slit and coaxing out more cum. Then he looked back up at
Brent. The impish smile still curving those lips up into a sexy
smile. Brent wanted to hear the secret that this boy was holding.

"You like that?" he asked.

"It was awesome," Brent said. He wanted to reach down and muss up that
perfectly groomed hair. He wanted to get the secret out of this guy.

"Want to know a secret?" The boy's smile was even more mischievous as he
teased Brent's cock and licked up more precum.

"Yes," Brent managed to answer between groans of pleasure.

"You should already know," he said. "I love you."

Before Brent could answer the boy was licking his cock and balls. That hot
went tongue was sliding once again all over Brent's cock and smooth
balls. Brent moaned again. He could feel his climax coming. He could feel
his balls pulling up. "OH yes! I love you too!"

# # #

Brent, you alright?" Steven's voice came through the vent.

Brent clamped his eyes shut as the dream was shattered. Reality came
flooding back to him. For one minute, for one brief moment he thought it
had been real.

"Brent?" Steven asked again his voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," Brent said.

"Was it a nightmare?" Steven asked.

"Yeah," Brent said. The dream had not been the nightmare. Waking up and
finding himself still in the small room was the nightmare.

They talked then long into the dark night. The only goal of their
conversation was to keep their minds off what had happened that day and
what might happen the next time there were footsteps in the hall.


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