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Sitting on the edge of his bed, Booker’s legs jigged nervously up and down as he waited for Doctor Giebelhouse to escort him to the visitors’ room so he could meet with Tom. He felt sick to his stomach and he was unable to control the tremors that had appeared out of nowhere and now wracked his body. Glancing up at the clock mounted on the wall above his bed, he could feel his anxiety levels rising as he watched the second hand tick slowly around the dial. He should have had his medication by now and he wondered if the nurse had forgotten him. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and he wiped it away with trembling fingers. He knew if he did not get his medication soon, he would not be in a fit state to see Tom.
Hearing footsteps outside his room, he jumped to his feet in anticipation. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when Giebelhouse walked in carrying a paper cup filled with water. “Here’s your pill Dennis,” the doctor greeted in a low voice.
Booker reached out a shaky hand and grabbing the small white tablet, he ignored the water and swallowed it down with a gulp. “Where are the others?” he asked in a high-pitched voice.
A cruel smile twitched at Giebelhouse’s lips. “You only get one today Dennis.”
Dennis could feel himself starting to panic. “Why? You can’t just cut my medication like that! I need it! What kind of doctor are you?!”
Giebelhouse stepped forward and gave Booker a menacing look. “A highly trained one and if you ever query my methods again, you’ll regret it because I have a feeling you and I are going to be working together for a very long time. Understood?”
Dennis’ dark eyes flickered with fear. “Yes,” he whispered and it was then that he knew Giebelhouse had a plan to keep him at Rosewood. However, even though his skin crawled and his mind screamed for the drugs he had been denied, he was determined not to go down without a fight. Drawing himself up to his full height, he clenched his fists and stared unwaveringly back at the doctor. “It’s time for my visit.”
Somewhat taken aback by Booker’s tenacity, Giebelhouse nodded his head and turning away, he walked from the room. Dennis took several deep breaths before following and as he wound through the maze of corridors, he struggled to control the tremors that had taken hold of his body. He was terrified that when Tom saw him, he would have second thoughts and refuse to take him home and if that happened, he was trapped.
Arriving at the visitors’ room, he saw Giebelhouse talking to Tom and as he neared the two men, he heard the doctor say, “I have to warn you, he’s behaving rather erratically today.”
Every fiber of Booker’s being screamed at him to rush forward and yell at the doctor that he was a lying sack of shit, but he knew if he did, he was digging his own grave. Instead, he bit down hard on his lower lip and walked slowly into the room.
Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw Dennis, but his expression became concerned when he registered the agitation he was clearly trying to mask. Glancing warily at Doctor Giebelhouse, he made the decision not to say anything until he and Booker were alone. “Hey Dennis,” he greeted with a smile.
Dennis managed a small smile back. “Hey Hanson,” he murmured.
When Doctor Giebelhouse made no effort to leave, Tom stepped forward and stared him straight in the eye. “I’d like to speak to Dennis alone.”
Giebelhouse’s eyes twitched nervously. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. As you can see, Dennis is clearly agitated and—”
Tom took another step forward and narrowed his eyes. “I said, I’d like… to speak… to Dennis… alone.”
Surprised to find Tom such a formidable foe, Giebelhouse stepped backwards and ran a trembling hand over his mouth. “As you wish,” he stated in a shaky voice, “but you do so against my better judgment. Dennis can be unpredictable and—”
Tired of Giebelhouse’s pathetic attempts to frighten him, Tom rolled his eyes. “Just go.”
When the doctor finally left the room, Tom turned his attention to Dennis. “Let’s sit down,” he suggested quietly.
Overwhelmed by what had just taken place, Dennis nodded mutely and crossing the room, he sat down on the two-seater couch. He was surprised when Tom sat next to him instead of on the couch opposite and he instinctively shrank away.
Sadness filled Tom’s eyes. “Don’t you want me to sit next to you?” he asked softly.
Wrapping his arms protectively around his body, Booker’s legs trembled uncontrollably. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s just… after what I did to you, I don’t understand why you want to sit next to me.”
Tom let out a sigh of frustration. “I told you, what happened is in the past. So let’s move forward, okay?”
Booker’s body relaxed slightly and he exhaled heavily. “Okay,” he agreed quietly.
The two men sat in awkward silence for several minutes. During that time, Tom studied Booker’s pale face and it was obvious to him that his friend was desperately trying to keep himself under control. Reaching out, he laid a comforting hand on his thigh but he quickly snatched it back when Booker jumped violently at the contact. “Jesus Dennis, I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Is everything okay?”
Dennis closed his eyes as he struggled to control his shaking body. He desperately wanted to tell Tom that Giebelhouse was messing with his medication but he did not trust himself to be able to do it calmly. If he lost control of his emotions, he was worried he would scare Tom off and then he would never escape Rosewood and Doctor Giebelhouse’s clutches.
“Dennis?” Tom queried softly.
Opening his eyes, Booker turned his gaze towards Tom. “I think he’s trying to keep me here.”
Tom’s brow knitted into a deep frown. “What do you mean?” he asked.
Unable to sit still any longer, Dennis stood up and started to pace the room. “Giebelhouse,” he clarified, “he keeps changing my medication. One minute I’m so dosed up I’m like a zombie and then he hardly gives me anything and I’m… well… I’m like this.”
Getting slowly to his feet, Tom approached Booker and reaching out, he took hold of his arm so that he stopped pacing. “Are you telling me the truth?” he asked quietly.
Booker’s head nodded frantically up and down. “Yes, I promise you Hanson, I’m not lying. He’s fucking with me.”
Although he believed Booker, Tom’s judgment was also clouded by love. He wanted Dennis home with him and there was no way in hell Giebelhouse was going to stand in his way. “I believe you,” he muttered. “Jesus Christ, I knew there was something off about him.” Taking hold of Booker’s hand, he gave the fingers a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry Dennis, I’ll do whatever I have to do to get you out of here.”
Tears of relief filled Dennis’ eyes and he smiled gratefully. He knew he could count on Tom, despite everything that had happened between them and once out of Rosewood, he could begin his search for a man who would give him everything he hungered for and then he would be complete.
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Five days later
Clutching his notebook against his chest, Alexander Giebelhouse strode down the dimly lit corridor. Earlier that day, he had spoken to Rosewood’s director and he was furious that despite his best-laid plans, Tom Hanson was in the process of obtaining an Order of Release from a judge. However, he was not a man to give up easily and he had one more trick up his sleeve. If he could not keep Dennis at Rosewood through the normal legal channels, he would give him what his mind and body so desperately craved. Then, when Dennis begged to be allowed to stay, he would be able to continue his studies and probe further into the intriguing mind of a sex-addicted masochist.
Arriving outside Dennis’ locked door, he waited patiently until Levi Brady arrived. Brady was an orderly, he was young, handsome and most importantly, homosexual. He also had a cruel side and he was known to tease and humiliate the more vulnerable patients at Rosewood. In essence, he was exactly what Giebelhouse required; he would become Dennis’ new Daddy.
Brady strutted confidently up the corridor whistling a jaunty tune as he playfully swung a bunch of keys in his hand. When he stopped outside Dennis’ room, he held out his hand and waited until Giebelhouse placed several fifty-dollar bills in his palm. “Pleasure doing business with you Doc,” he smirked. “You’re gonna make me a rich man.”
Giebelhouse scowled at the young man. “You’ll only continue to get paid if he succumbs to your advances. Otherwise, the deal’s off.”
Brady grinned back cockily. “Don’t worry Doc, I know how to get his motor runnin’, he’ll be beggin’ me for more. Trust me.”
“You do what I tell you to do, nothing more, understood?” Giebelhouse stated in a cold voice. “If you deviate from my instructions, my research will be meaningless. I won’t have you screwing this up for me because you can’t control your urges. Now, do you remember what I told you?”
Searching through the bundle of keys, Brady selected the right one and inserted it in the lock. “Yep,” he replied nonchalantly and turning the key, he looked back over his shoulder at Giebelhouse. “Have you got voyeuristic tendencies Doc, is that why you wanna watch?” he chuckled softly.
Giebelhouse did not bother to dignify Brady’s comment with an answer and when he heard the click of the lock, he pushed past the arrogant young man and opened the door. Moving silently across the dimly lit room, he positioned himself in a shadowy corner and nodding at Brady, he signaled for him to enter.
Brady sauntered into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. No light shone from the waning moon but he knew the layout of the room and without hesitation, he walked directly over to the bed. When he reached the narrow bunk, he sat down on the edge and carefully drew back the thin sheet . Drawing in his breath, his eyes roved appreciatively over Dennis’ toned body. In the faint light, he could not see the scars that adorned his torso but he knew they were there and his cock twitched with excitement; he was going to have some fun.
The harsh sound of Giebelhouse clearing his throat brought him back to the job at hand and reaching out, he gently caressed Dennis’ genitals through the thin cotton of his boxers.
Pulled from a troubled sleep by the tender touch, Dennis opened his eyes and stared out into the darkness. “Who’s there?” he asked groggily, his mind confused by the unexpected stimulation.
Leaning forward, Brady placed his free hand around Booker’s neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know what you want beautiful,” he breathed against his ear, “all you have to do is ask.”
As the pressure increased around his throat, Dennis’ cock twitched to life and closing his eyes, he let out a soft moan. It had been months since he had felt the thrill of an erection and he squirmed against the crumpled bedding as the expert hand teased him to hardness.
In the midst of his pleasure, he heard a voice speak from across the room. “Is he becoming aroused?”
When Brady replied in the affirmative, Dennis’ mind spun in confusion but the excitement of the stimulation coupled with the erotic feeling of the hand around his throat overrode his bewilderment and he gasped in delight. “More,” he begged in a strangled voice. “More!”
Brady waited for instructions and when a soft voice murmured, “Proceed,” he grinned manically and yanking down Dennis’ shorts, he tossed them onto the floor. When Booker instinctively bent his knees and spread his legs open, he could not suppress a groan. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re one beautiful bitch.”
Dennis’ eyes grew desperate. He yearned to feel Brady inside him and pushing his hips forward, he let out a frustrated moan. “Please,” he beseeched. “Make it hurt.”
Levi Brady groaned loudly but he could not continue until he received the word from his employer. Seconds passed before Giebelhouse’s husky voice sounded from the corner. “Use your fist.”
Keeping one hand around Dennis’ throat, Brady knelt between his open legs. “Ready beautiful?” he whispered and without waiting for a reply, he rammed his finger into Dennis’ unprepared anus.
Equal amounts of pleasure and pain flooded through Dennis’ body and he let out a strangled cry. His cock continued to harden as Brady inserted a second and third finger, and when the fourth finger pushed inside, he was fully erect. Red-hot pain ripped through his lower body and he started to pant as sweat drenched his body; he was in a state of euphoria.
Looking down at the rapturous expression on Booker’s face, Brady’s grin widened. “You’re one sick sonofabitch,” he murmured and taking a deep breath, he inserted his thumb and rotated his hand inside.
As his muscles tore and blood oozed from his anus, Dennis’ body rose off the bed and grabbing a handful of the crumpled sheet beneath him, he let out a tortured scream. His cock lay flat against his belly, the tip weeping heavily from the stimulation. It had been so long since his last arousal and he knew he would not last long.
Fueled by the warm sticky fluid coating his hand, and the pain in Dennis’ voice, Brady rammed his fist in and out the tight bloody hole. He felt his own erection straining against his trousers but he ignored it; it was all part of the rules, at least for the moment.
“Humiliate him,” Giebelhouse instructed in a low voice.
“Do you like that you filthy whore?” Brady teased in a menacing voice. “Am I making you horny?”
Tears of pain streamed down Dennis’ face but through it all, his body’s receptors flooded his brain with dopamine, and an immense feeling of pleasure engulfed him. “Yes,” he gasped, “oh God yes!”
“Then come for me you little bitch,” Brady growled.
With a yell, Dennis’ body convulsed and he ejaculated forcefully over his stomach. Brady’s eyes flashed with excitement and grinning like a lunatic, he forced his fist deep inside Dennis’ body as his fingers squeezed against the pale column of his throat.
As his airway closed off, Dennis’ body bucked off the mattress and moments later, he slipped into unconsciousness.
Giebelhouse stepped out of the shadows and gripping hold of his notebook, he shuddered as he watched Brady withdraw his bloody hand.
Climbing off the bed, Brady fondled his erection through his trousers. “So Doc, how’d I do?”
Ignoring the question, Giebelhouse’s eyes flittered towards Booker’s prone body. “Make sure he's breathing and when he’s awake, put him in the shower and clean him up,” he instructed in a shaky voice.
Brady clicked his heels and raised his bloody hand in a mock salute. “Yes sir!”
Revolted by the gruesome sight, Giebelhouse swallowed down the bile that had risen in his throat and hurried from the room.
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