Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:40:28 -0800 (PST) From: Deep Diver <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Danny's Rehab Program This story is copyright to the author. You are welcome to download for personal use but not for sale or profit. The series is homoerotic with detailed descriptions of sex between consenting males age fifteen and above including domination, bondage and s/m. If this is not your scene please leave this site NOW. Also if you are underage to read this type of material or it is illegal in your country please leave. Email comments the author at email@example.com Danny's Rehab Program by deepdiver The following is a story is a work of fiction in progress. Characters may be based on real people, but names and details have been changed to protect their privacy. This story may not be copied or printed without the author's consent. Please give your support to Nifty Archive for making it available. Chapter One - The Proposal The Idea Daniel sat in his kitchen sipping his morning cappuchino delighting in the smooth feeling of the steamed milk while reading the morning press. The lead story described a gangland shoot out which left two young men in the hospital in critical condition and a third dead from wounds to his head. He thought, what a waste as he studied the faces of the those arrested. He could feel the blood rush to his penis as he thought of these young men being taken into custody and processed. He began to fantasize of having them under his own control and authority. This gave him and idea. Daniel was considered the good son which means that Sam, his older brother, was always the loser in any comparison to his younger sibling. Wherever o with whom ever Sam was, there soon was trouble. Sam was the one pulled into the principal's office for sharing cigarettes with his classmates in the eighth grade. He was also the son caught smoking pot in his bedroom when his father came home from work early one day. You can guess which of the two boys was accused in high school of shaking down the younger boys for protection. Sam didn't care about his grades; he had no intention of going on to college. He looked forward to joining his uncle in the local version of the mafia. Even before graduation, Sam was well off with monies he earned dealing weed and other controlled substances. It was Sam who had first introduced Danny into auto erotic delights. Daniel remembered how at the age of twelve, Sam had gotten into bed with him and began playing with his genitals. Danny liked his older brother and trusted him. Sam had never treated Danny badly and even took the blame for him a couple of times. Danny admired his brother and quickly learned the art of self stimulation as they would mutually masturbate one other; that is until Sam found himself his first girl friend. Daniel missed the bedtime visits, but never felt less loved or cared for by his older brother who always looked after his "bro" as he would say. He did however miss the feelings of being touched and touching Sam's smooth skin and hot body. They never discussed the ending of the night calls to Danny's bed, but Danny understood that Sam was very much interested in the opposite sex, an interest that Danny did not share. Daniel was now a junior executive with an investment firm. He applied well what he had learned in college and had a keen sense of the market which he began following closely even before graduation. Now at 35, not only was he in great shape physically, but due to his wise investments he was rather well off. Sam was doing well himself, in spite of some close calls with the law, a combination of good luck, good connections and street savvy kept him out of jail. Daniel hadn't spoken with his brother since his last birthday when they met at their parents house for dinner. He recalled that meeting and how great his brother was looking at 37. Danny picked up his celphone and used the mostly unused speed dialling button to call Sam. A woman's voice answered which took Danny by surprise, just because he expected Sam to answer his own phone. "Hello," answered the strange female voice. "Is Sam there?" Danny asked. "Yea, just a minute," she, whoever she was replied, already accustomed not to ask who was calling, nor introducing herself. "He is just getting up, I'll get him." "Sam, its for you," she called. "Yep," Sam said into the phone. "Sam, is that you? Its Danny. "Danny? Is something wrong?" Sam asked nervously. "Ah, no, everything is just fine," Danny replied. "I was wondering if you could meet me for lunch sometime? I have a proposition for you." Dan didn't even bother to ask who had answered the phone. He just wasn't curious about Sam's women. "Oh yea, you know I don't much trust the market. That's worse than loaded dice!" Sam teased. "No, nothing like that. Its something more like what you are into." Danny said trying to stimulate Sam's curiosity. "Well, I think I could meet you tomorrow around noon. How about the Crab Shack, I think softies are in season?" Sam said ironically. "That would be great." Danny said agreeing to the time and the place. The Meeting The next day Danny felt himself getting more and more excited as he waited for his brother to arrive at the restaurant. Suddenly, Sam came through the door of the separation between the bar and the dinning area. He saw Danny and came right over to his table. Danny stood and embraced his older brother who responded by grabbling his younger brother in a firm bear hug. "So sit down and tell me how you have been." Danny said taking the lead in the conversation. Sam responded by commenting on Danny's nice suit. He thought to himself that his kid brother must be doing dam well if he could afford such a nicely tailored clothes. He guessed that the his tie was a good quality of silk and that his watch, a gold Rolex , was no cheap imitation. Sam knew how to spot a fake or cheap imitation in a flash. "So what's up? Why this, out of the blue, need to see me?" Sam, said, not being accustomed to small talk. "Well," Danny began, "I saw the pictures of the guys involved in the shooting in the newspaper." "Hey, I had nothing to do with that!" Sam said cutting Danny off. "No, wait, let me finish. I didn't mean that you did. Just let me say what is on my mind. Please don't say another word til I finish." "Would you like something to drink?" Inquired their handsome young waiter, a blond, smooth skinned kid of about 19. "I'll take a Schaefer, on tap." Responded Sam, choosing the same as was sitting if front of his brother. "And you, can I bring you another?" The waiter asked while staring at Danny for what seemed to be a longer time that social manners permitted. "Sure thing," Danny responded with his broad bleached smile. The waiter's knees almost gave out as Danny looked into his baby blues with his striking hazel coloured, penetrating eyes. "Coming right up," he finally responded. "Ok, as I was saying, I saw the paper, and it got me thinking." Danny said trying to direct the conversation to his proposal. "Yea, go on," Sam said encouragingly. "Well," Danny continued, "these drug people, have some people killed, I imagine, because they don't pay or for some other problems. And I was thinking, suppose someone were to pay their debt for them? Wouldn't these drug lords prefer getting paid than having to take the loss as well as the cost of wiping somebody out with the risks that entails?" "I guess? But who is going to pay there debts and why?" countered Sam. "Sam, remember when we were kids, how you would get in bed with me?" Danny said very softly. "Hey, that was just kids stuff! It didn't mean anything." Sam protested. "Well, it meant a lot to me," Danny counted. "It helped me realize that I am gay and am not interested in girls." "Ah shit, you are not going to try to hang that on me, are you?" Sam said almost getting angry. "No man, slow down, just let me say what I want to say, before you go reacting and getting all excited. I am ok with being gay. But my tastes go even beyond being gay." Danny said trying to control the direction of the conversation. "What are you getting at, Danny?" Sam said, now getting even more nervous as he looked into his handsome brothers eyes thinking, oh God, I made my brother into a fag and now he wants to shake me down. "Look, Sam, I have no problem being gay. Actually, I have been visiting a site on the web called "Slave4 master," and I find it a real turn on and was thinking how great it would be if I had my own personal slave." Danny finally got out without an interruption from his brother and waited for Sam's reaction. That's when the handsome waiter returned with their brews and asked to take their orders. Both ordered the Special of the Day, softshell crabs and home fries with garlic, olive oil and parsley. The waiter efficiently wrote down their orders and again held his gaze into Danny's eyes. This time Sam noticed. "What the hell are you thinking, you could have any guy you want with your looks." Sam said empathically. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, I'm a breeder. So your gay. That's cool. I see how that waiter is giving you the eye. And I can be somewhat kinky myself, but..." "Sam, its not just sex that I want. Its having a control over another guy and knowing that I can do with him what I want and that he will obey me in all that I say. There are not too many submissive guy around. But these addicts, are throwing their lives away. I figure, I can both help save a life or two and at the same time satisfy my own fantasies." Danny explained "Your crazy! Besides what makes you think I have anything to do with pushing drugs? How do you think you are going to pull this off without ending up in jail yourself? Questioned Sam. "Sammy, I haven't worked out all the details yet, but with your help I have the beginnings of a plan. I don't know if you are pushing drugs or not. I don't care; but I'd bet you know how to contact those that do? I figure, given the chance to choose between a bullet in the head or signing over their lives to do rehab with me most guys would choose 'rehab.'" Danny said ironically. He continued, " I'd just make sure that the papers they sign have some special clauses giving me the right to use whatever experimental methods I choose...if you follow my drift? I'd simply be getting them off drugs and hooked on sex." "Ah fuck, how do you expect to hide all this? Sam said losing his patience and beginning to think this might be some sort of setup or wild gag that his brother was playing on him. "Look, Sammy, the less you know the better. All I want from you is to contact whoever you might know and be the middle man." Danny said almost pleadingly. Sammy asked, "what's in this for me? I'd be taking some risk too?" "I'd give you 10% on the transaction." Danny offered. "20%" countered Sam. "15%," Danny offered saying, "after all you are my brother!" "Naw, I'll take just 10%, but you have to invite me over sometime to see what you doin.," Sam said as he became more and more curious about Danny's plan. "So what type do you want?" He asked. The waiter reappeared with their dinners. He placed a large sea food type dish in front of each and said, "buen provecho." But was practically ignored by the two brothers who seemed very absorbed in their conversation. The waiter left the table somewhat disappointed that he didn't get any attention especially from Danny. "Anybody like him would be fine. I don't want anyone under 18. I may be perverted but I am no paedophile," Danny insisted. "You can just have some pics sent to me with some details about them, and I'll let you know which I chose. Let's just start with one for now and let me get the kinks worked out of my plan. "I ain't promising nothing, but I'll talk to some people I know and see what happens. So when do you want the first one and how do you want him delivered?" asked Sam. "I'll need a couple of weeks to prepare my basement. I suppose it would be best that no one knows who I am and where I live. I'll let you know by email where and how he can be dropped off. I don't want any contact with any of these pushers." Danny said almost getting excited sexually with the thought of having a young man delivered. The both finished their meals and talked about their parents and Sam's girl. Danny learned that her name is Sara and that she had been living with Sam for a couple of months. Before they left, they again bear hugged. Danny saw the waiter staring at them as he looked over Sam's shoulder. Danny went to pay the check, but Sam insisted while accepting Danny's offer to leave the tip, which wound up being a good 20%. The Preparation Danny immediately begin converting his basement. First thing was to have a jail cell installed. The men from the ironworks thought it was a strange order, but Danny explained that he was expecting a visit from a friend who trained chimpanzees and needed a cage to keep them out of mischief. He also built a room with padding figuring the guy might need to go cold turkey for the first few days. Then from online sites he ordered, dildos, whips, wrist and ankle restraints, cuffs, ball stretchers and gags. He also got himself a leather harness and a special examination bed used by doctors. Three days later he contacted a client for whom Danny had helped make some windfall investments and who is also a lawyer. He explained that he needed the paper work in order to take in a friend who had asked him for help overcoming a drug addition. Jack, his lawyer, explained that he was in luck, because of a new law that permits rehab centers to operate without state licensing as long as they had no more then five patients and that they did not apply for state of federal monies. Danny explained that he needed to protect himself legally from any action that could result from a misinterpretation of his efforts to rehabilitate his friend. Jack, told him there would be no problem, since so many facilities were overrun with addicts, that the government was trying to encourage as many privately funded efforts as possible. He would have no trouble providing the proper papers to protect Danny. First Client? One month to the date, Sam called Danny and said he had some pictures that he would send by email. Each would also state how much what they each owed to the dealers. Within twenty minutes the pictures came over Danny's Yahoo account. There were three guys on offer. The first was a 21 year old Brazilian of Italian decent. He was blond with a soccer players build. His name was Gerson Bates. He is 5'11", and has a very handsome face. He was born in Brazil, but moved to the states at the age of five. His wide shoulders and thin waist made him very appealing to Danny. He only owed $7,000 but was unemployed and had no means of raising the cash. The second was an older fellow of about 25 years of age. He was dark haired and had hairy arms and hair showing on his chest through his open shirt collar. He was from New Jersey and had a degree in business. He owed $12,000. The third was still older. At thirty five, he looked more like 55 due to his drug habit which had overtaken his life to the point that he was extremely thin, in spite of a handsome face. He owed eleven grand. None of them had any contact with their families. Danny decided fairly quickly and emailed Sam that he would take Gerson and transfer $7,700 into an account he had set up for his brother. He sent the account number in another email but told him the password was Sam's favourite baseball player as a kid. He also sent instructions to drop Gerson off in a windowless van in the parking lot of a Blockbusters located on Broadway in Hoboken, New Jersey. The key should be left under the front seat with a manila envelop with all the many papers signed. He expected Gerson to have signed the papers that he sent Sam in an separate attachment and that he should be restrained, drugged. Danny would drive there and leave his car in a nearby public parking garage. Walk to the van at precisely 9 p.m. and drive off with the van with Gerson inside. He would return the van the next morning at 8 a.m. leaving it at the same Blockbuster. Sam confirmed the emails and said all would be ready for on Thursday evening. Danny arrived at the public parking garage at 8:45 pm walked to Blockbuster's and went inside. He found a position which gave him clear sight of the parking lot. At precisely 9 pm. a van arrived followed by a red sports car with tinted windows. The driver got out of the van, hoped into the sports car and drove off. Sam was so excited, but walked very calmly to the van, opened the door, reached for the key under the seat and look into the back and saw a sleeping Gerson with his hands tied behind his back, and his mouth stuffed with rags which were held in by a cord tied around his head. On the passenger seat was a manila envelop, he noticed. He turned on the engine and headed out of the city to his suburban home. When Danny arrived home he backed the car towards his garage which was located on the left side of his house. He forgot his beeper so he had to get out and open the door by hand. As he was returning to the car, Jeff, the neighbour from across the street yelled hi and asked if something had happened to his car. "Oh, no." replied Danny. "Just having something checked out. Will have it bact tomorrow." he added, hoping not to raise suspicions. "Have a good night," he called to Jeff. "You too, we should get together sometime for a barbecue or something," Jeff responded. "That would be great." Danny called back. Suddenly, he began to hear Gerson moaning in the truck and quickly hoped back inside to back it into his garage. He quickly lowered the door afraid that Jeff might decide to come over just now for one of his neighbourly chats. Danny opened the side door of the van, cut the cord around Gerson's feet and helped him to his feet. He was kind of groggy and leaned on Danny to help guide him into the house and quickly down the stairs to the basement. Gerson managed to slur the words, "where are you taking me?" Danny responding very kindly said, "just relax, all your problems will be taken care of." He lead him to the padded room, not knowing how badly he might respond to being taken off the drugs he had come to depend on so much. Danny could feel himself getting more and more excited as he untied this stud, stripped him naked. He laid him down on a mat on the floor and Gerson soon dosed back off to sleep, not even aware that his new life as a sex slave had just begun. Danny went back to the truck and retrieved the papers which in effect gave him power of attorney over Gerson and stated that he could keep Gerson under his authority until he was completely rehabilitated. There was also a clause stating that this agreement was binding and could not be rescinded. Going up to his office, Danny turned on his pc. Selected a program designed for parents to watch their children by means of a video camera and selected one aimed at Gerson. Then selected the option of a small window placed on his monitor's upper right hand corner. This would allow Danny to use his pc for going on line and doing his regular job from his home and at the same time keep tabs on Gerson. Danny then decided to get some sleep so as to be well rested when Gerson would begin to stir. It was about 5 am that Gerson awoke. Danny had only slept a couple of hours himself due to his excitement. So Danny prepared a very light breakfast of coffee, toast and juice, thinking that he slave probably could not handle much more. He brought the tray down to Gerson, looked into the cell through a small window, unlocked the door and went in. "Good morning, Gerson," he said cheerfully. "Here is your breakfast." Gerson responded, "What's so good about it? I feel like shit. I have a headache and an upset stomach. Where the hell am I anyway?" Gerson, showed his kind side, by listening attentively to Gerson, but only reacted by saying. "Here, have some coffee, it will help." And took a sip from a cup he had prepared for himself. Then added, "you are here to be rehabilitated and soon retrained for a new life. You lost the one you had due to your drug habit, now you belong to me, and I am going to take care of you, help you get clean and then later you will help me." Gerson sipped his coffee and heard what Danny had said, but it wasn't registering in his mind, except that he was remembering that the dealer had given him the option of coming here or forfeit his life. He began to say, "but," "But nothing" Danny said cutting him off. There is no more to be said now. Just do as I tell you and you will be fine. Now finish you breakfast and then I will be back to help you clean yourself." And Danny left the cell wondering how much Gerson was able to grasp of what he said. He realized that this process would take a few days as Gerson would begin to go through withdrawal, but just having this guy was such a sexual rush for Danny. He felt like a father and a master all rolled into one. After Gerson finished what he could of his breakfast, Danny returned to bathe him. First he blindfolded him. Gerson objected at first, but he was quickly subdued by Danny's threats to return him to the mafia. Danny led him out and had him lay down on the examination table, strapped him down and begin enjoying the site of his wonderful body. His face was so well defined and now had morning stubble. His chest had blond curly hair in a "v" shape. Gerson's pecs were well developed without be the body of a weight lifter. The was a very sexy treasure trail going down to his pubic hair which was a darker blond colour. His arms and legs were covered with tiny and fine hairs which glistened in the light. He was so well proportioned and so far easily managed by Danny. After securing him to the table, Danny prepared a needle to withdraw some blood. "You will feel a slight pin prick in your arm, I am just taking some blood to be tested. Just relax." Danny said as he prepared Gerson's arm to puff up his vein. Then Danny prepared Gerson's face to be shaved. Gerson was about ready to object, but liked the feel of someone else's hands working the shaving cream into his cheeks. Some he found Danny's hands comforting. With Gerson's cooperation the shaving went smoothly with only one slight nick which Danny immediately treated with a septic pencil. He then undid the straps and took Gerson into a bathroom. He removed his blindfold and moved him over to a toilet and handed him a cup to urinate into. Explaining that he needed a sample. Gerson, thinking he was in a real rehab centre saw all this as kind of normal and did not object. He waited for Danny to leave, but Danny explained that he had to observe the urination for testing validity. Then he told Gerson to evacuate himself as he handed him a small metal box in which he had to put a sample of his stool as well. Gerson began to feel really uncomfortable, but Danny reminded him that it was necessary. Once Gerson had handed him a sample of his stool. Danny took him over to an open shower. When he began to soap Gerson's body, he objected. "Hey, man, I just assume to wash myself!" He protested. "Sorry, boy, just get used to it. Your body is no longer yours. You are not allowed to wash yourself and you better learn how I do it, because you will soon enough be expected to provide this service to others." Danny asserted. Danny then began to shampoo Gerson's head while thinking to himself if he would let his kid keep his golden locks or not. Well, he decided not to decide today. Then he washed down Gerson's torso, back and front, enjoying the feel of his smooth and firm body. Gerson himself somewhat tense by having another person bathe him quickly discovered how nice the sensations of caring hands were on his body. When Danny arrived at his ass cheeks, Gerson instinctively moved away. "Hold still!" Danny commanded and loved the feeling of control he felt. He could feel his penis stirring in his pants. Danny then proceeded to the wall where there was a hose with a plastic applicator on the end. He lubricated Gerson's anus and Gerson again protested. "Hey man, what the hell? Danny slapped Gerson hard on the ass cheek. Bend over and don't speak again without my permission or you will be punished." Gerson bent over, shocked by the slap on his butt which really stung and really began to get scared as he considered Danny's last words. "Punished?" He thought, what could that be about? Danny inserted the hose into Gerson anus and opened the valve for a few seconds. Gerson thought his stomach was going to explode. He again began protesting. "Hey, this really hurts, please stop, please." He begged. Danny repeated this process two more times until he was convinced that Danny was completely clean inside. Then proceeded again to complete washing his new boy toy's body. He next grabbed Gerson's penis, which in its flaccid state was about three inches. Again Gerson jumped and protested. "Come on guy, I ain't no queer. I can do that myself" he insisted. Danny did not release his genitals. But holding them firmly begin to manipulate them and said, "are you implying that I am gay? "No man, no...." answered Gerson, whose cock begin to respond to the manipulation that Danny was giving him. "Hey you are getting hard. Seems to me you like this? Danny teased his victim. You spoke without permission. Now I have to punish you." Danny then pulled him out of the shower, quickly bent him over the examination table pulled a strap over him to hold him down. Pulled out a ping pong paddle from a draw under the table and began to wack Gerson's butt hard three times on each check moving form one to the other. "Ouch!" screamed Gerson. Please stop, please. "You talked again." said Danny, " that means three more on each cheek. But I will only give you one on each cheek if you say after each. 'Thank you, master.'" Wap the paddle fell on one cheek and stung really bad. Gerson yelled, "ouch." Wap the paddle hit again... This time Gerson screamed, "Thank you, master!" Danny untied him, asked him if he still had a headache and offered him a couple of aspirins and locked him up in his padded cell. To be continued. This is my first attempt at story writing. Thanks to other authors on the Nifty Archive which inspired me to try. Your criticisms are welcome.