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November 3rd, 2020 Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing Let the whole world know that today Is a day of reckoning. Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay It's Independence Day. Gretchen Peters, Martina McBride

Brent's Struggle Chapter 18

"I think we are finally making progress," Dr. Wilson told Brent at the end of their private session. "I think these more intense therapy sessions were just what you needed." She lightly caresses his back.

Brent was silent as he tried not to think about what had happened. He had to work hard to not flinch away from her touch. He had to control his reactions around her. He knew one wrong word; one wrong motion and she would make life even worse for him. he knew if he did not find a way out of here and away from Dr. Wilson, he was going to go crazy.

"I think your parents are going to be pleased," she said.

He still had not been allowed to talk to them without Dr. Wilson present. She was keeping awfully close track of him and every move he made. He and Steven had even had to resist their late-night talks. They had almost been caught.

#

The night attendant must have been late making his rounds. Steven had just left his room when the door at the end of the hall had opened. If the guy had looked up from his clipboard a moment earlier, he would have seen Steven slipping from his room and into Brent's. Instead all he saw was Brent's door closing. The man had made a direct line to Brent's room. He had pounded on the door and Brent and Steven had almost wet themselves.

"Um, yeah," Brent said opening the door.

"Did you think you were going somewhere?" he asked.

"No sir," Brent said.

"Then what were you doing?" He was looking at Brent's blue eyes as he studied the teenager.

"I, um heard a noise," Brent said. "I just, um, was checking."

"Step back and let me in," the man said.

Brent hesitated a moment before opening the door wider and letting the man inside. "I was just getting ready for bed." He was standing there in only his white cotton briefs. His stomach was flipping over and his heart was racing with his fear.

The man's eyes traveled around the room. He moved to Brent's bed and looked at the magazines. "Doing a little reading?" the man asked looking at the magazine's Dr. Wilson had given Brent. The man flipped the page and then turning he looked at Brent. "Interesting material.," he said raising an eyebrow at the blond boy. Turning back to the porn, the man flipped another page.

Brent's treatment had progressed beyond Playboy. These magazines were never purchased for the articles. "I, um, use them to jerk off to," Brent said. "I do it before going to sleep. You, um, want to join me?"

The man spun around. "What? Don't be sick."

"I just thought maybe you would like to look at them," Brent said.

"Brent thought he could feel the man's eyes sliding over his almost nude body. He was sure the man had looked over his smooth chest, flat belly and looked at his package in the thin cotton fabric of the white briefs.

"Just get to sleep," the man said heading towards the door. Brent was silent as the man passed him stepping into the hallway. He was sure that as he was closing the door the man reached down and adjusted his crotch before moving down the hallway.

Brent listened silently at the door. He waited until he could no longer hear any movement in the hall. He turned and said softly, "I think it's clear."

"Shit that was close," Steven said sliding out from under the bed.

"Smart move putting the porn on the bed," Brent said collecting the dirty magazines and stacking them back on the desk.

"I wanted him distracted," Steven said. "I was hoping if he saw them and you standing there almost naked that he would not look to closely."

"That was close." Brent could feel his heart rate finally starting to slow.

"We might need to cut down on these late-night talks." Steven was breathing a little easier now that the danger had passed. "We definitely don't want to get caught."

"I'm surprised we aren't locked into our rooms at night," Brent said taking a seat next to Steven on the bed.

"There is probably some fire regulation or something." Steven glanced from the floor at Brent's almost naked form. He knew he wanted more from Brent than just their casual friendship but he also did not want to lose what they had. Steven wondered if once they were out of this hell if maybe then, they could be more than just friends.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." Brent's voice was thick. Now that the danger of being caught was gone his pent-up emotions were starting to surface. "She's going to break me. I just don't know if I can take it."

"You can," Steven said sliding his arm around Brent's bare shoulders. He pulled the other boy tighter to his side. "You are stronger than her. You can endure it. I have, so I know you can."

"The stuff she is forcing us to do," Brent said unable to make himself speak what he had been forced to do at Dr. Wilson's hands.

"I know," Steven said softly. "I know."

The two held each other sharing their pain there in the dark room. Neither of them willing to break the contact with someone that cared for them.

It had been hard for Brent and Steven to forego their late-night visits but both new it was for the best. They could not be caught together in the other's room. Brent had been worried that the man would have reported back to Dr. Wilson but she had never said anything. Brent was sure that if he had she would have had some sort of punishment for him.

#

"Since I'm showing progress, will I be able to go home soon?" Brent knew the answer but for some reason he kept hoping he would get out of the hell he was in.

"Oh, it is far too early to begin thinking about that," she said. "You are just starting to show progress." Her hand slid up and down Brent's back. "Don't worry though, together we will be able to overcome this disorder."

Brent went back to his room. He did not feel like talking to Steven or Ned. He just wanted to shower and be alone. He did not think the shower would make him feel any cleaner but he hoped it would help.

The only think keeping him sane was thinking about Devyn. He had started writing it all down in a journal. He kept it hidden in his room. He had disguised it as a Playboy magazine. Dr. Wilson let him have all the porn he wanted as long as it was approved porn.

Brent had discovered the more he wrote about him and Devyn the more he remembered. It was making the feelings and the memories even more clear. He could remember how good that first kiss had felt. He could remember how warm Devyn's skin felt against his.

"I have got to be strong like you," Brent told the photo of Devyn. "I will not forget you again. Someday I will find you and tell you I am sorry. I'll beg you to forgive me for turning my back on you like I did."

#

Brent sat there in the group session listening to Dr. Wilson. She was trying to get them each to share more. He looked across at Ned and Steven. Brent and Steven had tried to not spend as much time together. Almost getting caught had shown them how risky they had been. They needed Dr. Wilson to not know how much their friendship kept them sane. If she had known how close the two were, the boys were certain that they would have been separated.

"Brent, do you not have anything to share with the group?" Dr. Wilson said looking at Brent.

Brent had been trying to avoid participating in group. He had nothing he wanted to share with anyone but Steven and maybe Ned.

"Come on Brent," Dr. Wilson said. "Sharing is part of the process. It helps you and it can help your fellow participants."

"I, um don't have anything to share." Brent knew he did not want to talk about the kinds of sexual experience he had been forced into in his private sessions. He tried to forget them as soon as they were over.

"Oh, come on Brent," Dr. Wilson said. "You have made great progress. Brent's private sessions are going well," she told the group. "Brent has managed to have a normal sexual experience every day for the past week. You should give him a round of applause."

The group applauded him. He looked at them. He looked at all the guys sitting there in the circle. He wondered how many of them had been used like he had. Dr. Wilson had been trying to get him to talk about his feelings and thoughts all week. Ever since she thought she had started him on his way to a recovery earlier that week.

"Share with the group Brent," Dr. Wilson encourage. "Let the other boys know what satisfaction comes from a true sexual experience. Let them know what you're thinking as you have your masturbation treatment."

"No thanks," Brent muttered. Hearing them clap for him and hearing her voice was grating on his last nerve. He had truly little control left. He nervously began biting his lower lip.

"Brent, you need to share," she said her voice stern. "It is how you grow and how others who are struggling can learn."

"I have nothing to share," Brent said looking her in the eyes. He could see her becoming annoyed with him. He was liking that he could get under her skin for a change.

"It is wrong for you to withhold your progress from them," she said. "Your sharing can help them. Don't you want to help them get better. If you could help them onto the path you are on, would you not do it?"

Brent looked from her to the guys in the room. "You guys want to know?" Brent asked the group. "You want to know how my TREATMENT is going." He spat the work Treatment like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

The other guys looked at him. None of them said a word. Brent met Steven's green-eyed gaze. He seemed to take some reassurance from his friend. He saw Ned shaking his head no. He knew Ned was trying to warn him but he did not care anymore. He could not take it any longer. He could not pretend any longer.

"Yes, they want to know," Dr. Wilson said.

"Well," Brent said thinking. "You want to know what helps me have a, um, normal sexual experience? I mean the thing I think about in my private sessions. You want to know how I achieve, um, a, um, sexual climax?"

Brent looked around the circle. Everyone was watching him now. He could see Dr. Wilson studying him. "Please continue," Dr. Wilson said. "Do not be concerned with the terms you might need to use to express your feelings. This is a safe place."

"A safe place," Brent thought with scorn. "This fucking place is far from safe. "So, you guys really want to know?" he asked aloud. Once again, his eyes looked around the circle. He saw Ned shaking his head no but he saw Steven's lips twitch up in a smile.

"Please share Brent," Dr. Wilson said.

"The thing I think about," Brent said. "It works every time to get me to, um, climax. I think about these warm chocolate eyes. I think about the brown hair that is soft to my touch. I think about the warm lips and kissing those lips. I think about sliding my hands over the smooth skin. The skin is soft to my touch. The skin is warm as my hands slide over it. I caress the chest and feel the nipples responding to my touch." Brent pauses looking at everyone. They are all focusing on him. Dr. wilson is on the edge of her seat. Brent wonders if she is excited by what he is saying.

"continue Brent," Dr. Wilson said. "You are doing really well."

"I run my fingers thru that soft brown hair as our lips meat," Brent said. "I slip my tongue inside that inviting mouth. I explore the oral cavity. I think about my hands holding tight and sliding down to squeeze the firm round ass." Brent pauses to look around the circle. The guys are all fixed on him. They are hanging on every word. He see's Ned adjusting himself. Steven gives Brent a wink.

"Oh, don't stop Brent," Dr. Wilson said her voice breathy.

"I think about caressing every curve and plain of that sexy body." Now that he had started on this path, Brent found he could not stop himself. He had to tell them. He had to tell her. His anger was manifesting and he could not hold it back. In fact, he did not want to hold it back. "I think about kissing those lips. I think about nibbling on those cute little ear lobes. I think about kissing the soft skin of that bare shoulder. Thinking about all of that gets my cock rock hard. It makes me start to leak but to climax, I have to go a little further." Brent pauses again looking at Dr. Wilson. She is enjoying what he is saying. Her lips are moist as she runs her tongue over them again. She gives him a nod encouraging him to continue. "To get myself to where I will blow my load, I have to think about, stroking his hard cock. I have to think about how it feels in my hand, all hard and hot. I think about dropping to my knees and kissing the head of his erect cock."

"Stop! Stop!" Dr. Wilson commands.

"I stick my tongue out so I can taste his juice," Brent said speaking louder. "I take his hard cock into my mouth and suck on it. I pull off to lick his balls and then go back down swallowing every inch of his cock down my throat. I can hear him moan as I give him pleasure."

"Stop it!" Dr. Wilson shouts.

"I think about sucking cock," Brent said glaring at Dr. Wilson. "I think about swallowing cum. That is how I can reach an orgasm in our private sessions. I think about how good it will feel to have Devyn inside me fucking me. How good his cum will feel shooting into my ass."

Standing Dr. Wilson yells at Brent. "Shut up!"

"Fuck you!" Brent shouts back. "I like guys. I like sucking cock. I like eating cum. I like getting fucked by a boy. That is what I like and there isn't a fucking thing wrong with me!"

Brent was rocked back by the slap across his face. "You will be silent," Dr. wilson said.

"You wanted me to share," Brent said. His face stung from her slap. He was sure there would be a handprint on his cheek. "you got what you wanted."

Dr. Wilson's eyes were shooting daggers as she was glaring at Brent. "It appears your disorder is more severe than we believed. You need a more aggressive treatment."

"Go to hell!" Brent shot back.

"This session is over," she said. "Everyone return to your rooms."

"But wait," Brent said. "I haven't gotten to the best parts yet. I haven't explained about how good that cock feels sliding in and out of my ass. How good it feels when it is shooting cum inside me."

"Go to your rooms!" Dr. Wilson shouted.

"But don't you want to know how Devyn holds my hips as he is thrusting into me," Brent shouts over her. "It feels so good when his arms are around me holding me tight as he drives his rod into me. It is amazing when he wraps his hand around my erection and strokes me as he is inside me."

"You will be silent!" She screeches at him and slaps him hard across the face. "Everyone to your room. Her glare takes in the entire group. Everyone had gotten to their feet by this time. The stood stunned with the outburst. A couple of the guys were backing away not wanting to get caught up in the battle between Brent and Dr. Wilson. Everyone's' eyes were wide and several guys were giving Brent a thumbs up.

Brent's head rocks back with the force of her blow. He knows he is going to have a handprint on both cheeks now. He stood his ground with his lips curved up into a scary smile. He was pleased with himself for standing up to her. He was pleased with himself for telling the truth. "I will not deny it again," Brent thought as he was heading out of the room. "I'm gay and there is nothing wrong with it or me."

"Way to go," Steven said offering his hand for a high five. "That was awesome."

"Thanks," Brent said giving Steven's hand the high five.

"You are going to be in big trouble," Ned said the worry evident in his voice.

"he's right," Steven said. You know you are in deep shit now. But it was still awesome."

"You two get back to your rooms," Dr. Wilson snapped at them.

"Fuck you!" Brent spat at her.

Steven laughed and she glared at both. "You both need some more serious treatment. Steven's program has not been helping him as much as it should."

"That's because I like guys," Steven said. "I like them and so does everyone here."

"We will move to a more aggressive treatment plan," she said. "We will solve this disorder."

"There is nothing wrong with either of us," Brent said. He turns towards Steven. He looks into the inviting green eyes. Steven seems to know what Brent is thinking. He steps closer to the blonde boy.

"Guys," Ned said nervous for his friends.

Brent pulls Steven closer yet. His lips find Steven's and the two kiss there in the hall outside the group session room.

"STOP this!" Dr. Wilson shouts. "You two are going to be separated.

The other guys whistle and applaud as Brent and Steven kiss. Steven can feel the feelings that he has been holding back for Brent starting to boil to the surface and he does not care.

The two break the kiss and turn towards her. Brent's arm is round Steven's waist. "There is nothing wrong with us. The only person here that has a disorder is you."

"Everyone to your rooms!" she shouts. "Do not make me call security. Everyone except for you Mr. Watson. We need to start your aggressive treatment right now."

"I'm done with this shit," Brent said. Turning he begins to leave with the rest of the group.

"You stay!" she shouted. "You stay here."

"I'm not a dog," Brent said. He kept walking. He started down the hall to the stairs that would take him to his room. Then he saw that the attendant was not at the desk by the exit. It seemed that most of the staff was watching the show he and Steven had been putting on. They must have all been enjoying the drama. Brent only hesitated for a moment. He bolted for the exit. He hit the door and was out into the grounds. He ran in the direction he believed the gate to be. He knew he had only one chance to get out of this hell and this was it. He had to move faster. He heard shouts and then he heard an alarm. He was sure it was not a fire alarm. "Unless maybe Steven had set the place on fire," he hoped for a moment.

Brent could hear shouts behind him. He could hear running feet. He knew he had to get away. He could feel the excitement at being free. He could feel the new hope growing inside his guts.

Brent was dashing thru the lawn. He jumped over some short bushes and onto a walking path that ran thru a small garden. There was a small brook running across the path. There were steppingstones to go across it. The gate was just a couple feet on the other side of the stones. He hit the gate but it was locked. He jumped trying to climb over. He could hear the feet growing close. His hand closed on the upper support and he was pulling himself up.

Hands were grabbing him. He kicked out striking one of them but the other man got him. He was forcefully pulled back landing in the water and mud.

Brent felt his arm give and he was down, and they were wrestling him. Two men pulled his arms behind him. They lifted him up. He thought he might have broken his arm. The pain was so intense.

"Fucking little faggot," one of the men said.

"This one is going to get some special treatment now," The other man commented.

Between them the two men carried Brent back into the building. They drug him down the hall to Dr. Wilson's office. They brought him before her. His clothes were dripping and covered in mud. Her cold blue eyes bore into him. Brent met her stare with one of his own. He would not back down any longer. He would not go mildly or quietly.

"You have made a mockery of this treatment," she said.

"You disgust me," Brent spat.

Her hand slapped him across the face. His head snapped, and he felt waves of pain shoot thru his body. "We will fix you," she said. "You ungrateful shit."

"Fuck you," Brent said. "I think you broke my arm. How will you explain that to my parents?"

"If your arm is broken, it will be healed long before you get out of here," she said, and her smile showed no warmth at all. It looked a bit demonic. "Take him to the infirmary."

"You are a quack!" Brent shouted as he was drug from her office. He could feel the fear creeping through his stomach. He knew his hell was about to get worse. "You are a fucking psycho bitch!"

"Shut up," one of the men said jerking Brent's arm and sending waves of new pain through the blonde boy.

Brent almost passed out from the pain as the two men were jerking him and dragging him down the hall. "Dr. Wilson, thinks his arm is broken." They told the nurse on duty. "He is a bolter, so we will have to strap him down.

Brent had not been in this part of the facility for months. His last visit had been when he was finishing up his physical therapy. He knew this visit was going to be much worse than those had been.

"We are going to have to get those wet and muddy clothes off of him," the nurse said. They cut Brent's shirt off him so they would not have to move his arm. They then removed his pants and underwear. He was naked before he knew it. He shivered there in the cool room as x-rays were being taken of his arm. It was determined it was not broken but dislocated. It hurt worse when they popped it back into place. His yell could be heard echoing down the hall. He passed out then. When he came to, he was alone in the room. He could not move. His legs and arms were strapped down to the bed. There was even a strap across his waist all holding him in place.

For brent it felt like he had been there strapped to the table for hours. He wondered how long he had been out of it. He heard the door open. He assumed it was the infirmary staff coming to check on him.

"Is he awake?" Brent heard. He turned his head and saw Steven and Ned coming thru the door.

"Yu Ok?" Ned asked.

"Barely," Brent said. "What are you doing here?"

"You are like a hero man," Steven said. "The way you stood up to that bitch."

"All the good it did me," Brent said. Ned pulled back the blanket that was covering Brent. "Shit you're naked."

"Yeah," Brent said looking down at his naked body strapped to the bed. "I was wet and muddy, so they stripped me. I think that one guy got off on it."

Ned's eyes traveled down over Brent's naked body. His eyes were drinking in the site of the naked boy. It had been months since he had seen a naked boy. He slowly reached out and touched Brent's soft skin. His finger lightly caressing the fair skin. Ned's eyes looked at the blonde pubic hair that surrounded Brent's soft teenage cock.

Likewise, Steven was looking at Brent's naked body. He could tell the guy had lost weight but his body still showed some muscle and definition. The only hair he could see was on Brent's head and the blonde curls around Brent's limp cock. "Let's get this off you." Steven began working at the straps holding Brent to the table. It took them several minutes, but Brent was soon able to sit up and move.

He glanced at the door. "Do you guys have some sort of plan?" Brent asked.

"Um, no," Ned answered.

"We were not even sure you were in here," Steven said. "We heard the nurse telling one of the attendants that you had been injured in your attempt to escape."

"Maybe we can sneak him out of here?" Ned asked looking at the other teens.

"And do what with him," Steven asked. "hide him in our room?"

Stating the obvious, Ned said "they would search our rooms."

While Ned and Steven were trying to come up with a plan Brent was looking around the room. He felt exposed being naked with his two friends. He spotted a hospital gown and pulled it on. At least it covered him a little bit.

Moving over to the nurse's office, he saw the answer. Sitting on the desk was a phone. He could call for help. But who would he call? His parents had put him in this hell so he knew they were no good. He wanted to call Devyn but he also knew he would not get anywhere going that way. There was no way to know if Devyn were at home or if the teenager would be able to help him. Then the memory surfaced and he could see the number as plane as if it were on the piece of paper in front of him. He remembered the fancy script and the fancy lettering. He did not hesitate a second longer. Grabbing the phone, he began to franticly punch the buttons.

"Please answer, please answer," he shouted silently as he listened to the ringing.

Groggily the male voice said, "Hello."

"it is Brent," Brent began. "I don't have much time. I am in trouble. I need help. I, I am in this place. They are killing me. They are trying to make me not gay. I need help." He was frantic to get the urgency across. He knew he had little time. He knew any second, he and the others would be found. He then raddled off the address. He finished with another plea for help. "Please help me."

"They are coming," Ned said from near the door.

"Brent," the man said. "I don't understand."

"They have raped me," Brent said his voice growing hysterical. "They are going to make me forget again. They are going to rape me again. You must help me. Please! Help me!"

"What the hell," Dr. Wilson snapped entering the room.

With his voice filled with his panic, "Please save me!" Brent cried into the phone and then put it down on the desk. He turned and faced Dr. Wilson.

"You are a troublemaker," she said. "Now you have these other boys helping you make trouble. Don't you know all you are doing is setting back their own treatments."

"You are a fake," Brent said. "What you have done to me is insane."

"I have treated you for your sexual disorder," she said.

"You have raped me!" Brent shouted. "I'm gay and there is nothing wrong with me.!"

"You are a delinquent," she said. "Take them all to the treatment rooms," she told the men with her."

Frantically Brent cried out for help. His voice echoing in the room and across the phone lines. "NO! Help! Help me! Please help me."

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