Chapter 16

Published: 3 Jan 2022

Brent felt like Dr. Wilson’s facility was more like a prison. There were no bars on the windows but they were all locked. The exits were also monitored. You could not enter or leave without going through security.

The first morning during breakfast, Brent met some of the other boys that would be in his group counseling sessions. There were going to be ten of them in group together. Steven had been the friendliest of the other boys. He had introduced himself almost as soon as Brent reached the cafeteria for breakfast.

“I’m Steven,” he said as Brent sat down at their table. Brent thought the boy’s red hair and green eyes made him stand out from the other boys. “I’m in the room next to yours. This is Ned,” he said, indicating the boy sitting across from them. “He’s in the room on the other side of you. That is John, Mike, Scott, Trent and Drake.” Steven indicated each boy in turn.”

“Hi,” Brent said. He hoped he would be able to remember all the names and to match them with the right face. Steven would be easy since he was the only boy with red hair.

“Have they gone over the rules with you yet?” Ned asked.

“Rules?” Brent said wondering if he had forgotten them or if he had not been told them.

“Because of our disorders,” Ned explained, “we are not allowed in each other’s rooms. We can only talk in the public areas.”

“Oh and no physical contact of any kind,” Steven added.

“Our disorders?” Brent asked.

“You know,” Ned said, his brown eyes glancing around the room and then leaning in he added, “our sexual disorders.”

“That is why you are here isn’t it?” Steven asked.

“I, um, have a head injury,” Brent said. “I am having trouble with remembering stuff.”

“Wow you don’t remember being a sexual deviant?” Ned said, his eyes wide.

“He isn’t,” Steven said. “Any more than you or I are.”

“But we are,” Ned said. “Until we complete the treatment we’re perverted.”

“Ned has given in to them,” Steven said.

“I’m getting better,” Ned said.

“Bull shit,” Steven said. “You still like guys just as much as I do.”

“Quiet,” Ned said. “you know they are listening.”

Brent saw Ned looking around the room nervously. There were only a few other boys nearby and a few staff members who did seem to be paying close attention to them.

“He is right about that,” Steven said. “They are always listening. They report back to Dr. Wilson.”

“She’s scary,” Ned said.

Brent would have to agree with that. There was something about her he did not trust. He wished he could remember more of her. His Mom had told him that he had been seeing Dr. Wilson for about a year but he could only remember her vaguely.

Brent continued to chat with Ned and Steven on their way to the morning group therapy session. “It isn’t fun,” Steven said as they were walking towards the room. “She wants to know about your dreams.”

“She wants to make sure you were having naughty dreams,” Ned said. “I mean about girls. You will get into trouble if you are dreaming about boys.”

“I think she’s twisted,” Steven said. “She always wants to know what you think about while masturbating. She will give you plenty of porn to help with that.”

“Porn?” Brent said surprised.

“You get all the pictures of naked women you want,” Ned said.

“Like we want them,” Steven said. “She forces them on you. She’s twisted.”

Brent learned that Ned and Steven were right about Dr. Wilson. She did seem to be interested in their dreams and she seemed to light up when one of the boys told her about dreaming of a girl and feeling her up.

After morning group therapy, Brent had his physical therapy. He was having one on one sessions with a woman who was helping him regain some of his strength and coordination. It was amazing how being asleep for so long had made him weak.

He got into a routine that made the week fly by. His Mom showed up on Saturday with a few more clothes and some books and stuff. “I brought your textbooks too,” Linda said. “Dr. Wilson said they might be able to help you get caught up.”

“Thanks Mom,” Brent said.

“Your Dad is sorry he couldn’t make it,” Linda said. “He had to work. I’m sure he’s going to be glad to hear how well you are doing.”

“I hope so,” Brent said.

“Dr. Wilson has asked me to not come every weekend,” Linda told him towards the end of the visit. “She thinks it might hinder your recovery.”

“It is fine Mom,” Brent said. “It is a long drive anyway.”

“Honey,” she said, pulling him against her, “I don’t care about the drive. I just want you to make a full recovery.”

“I will Mom,” Brent said. “In a couple of weeks, I’m sure I’ll be out of here.”

Over the next couple of weeks, Brent did get better physically but his memory was still full of blanks. “It is like looking through a fog,” Brent told Steven. “I can almost see it but not quite.” He and Steven had become good friends. He and Ned were also friends but it felt easier with Steven.

“How long have you been here?” Brent asked Steven after having been in the facility for a few weeks.

“I’m on week six,” Steven said. “I’m sure they will keep me here until my step-dad runs out of money. Then they will kick me to the curb.”

“You aren’t going to change for them,” Brent said. Steven had refused every correction Dr. Wilson had tried thus far. She had warned him that if he did not embrace the therapy that worse treatments would come his way.

“She doesn’t scare me,” Steven said, bravely. “I’m just as tough as she is a bitch.”

“I think she’s a little scary,” Brent said.

“You don’t like answering her questions about your dreams and masturbation fantasies,” Steven said.

“It is weird,” Brent said. “I don’t remember my dreams.” It was true so far Brent had not remembered much of anything. He sometimes woke up rock hard but he did not remember what in the dream had caused him to get erect. “I honestly don’t remember my dreams,” Brent reiterated, at the skeptical look from Ned and Steven.

“Then make something up,” Steven said. “That is what Ned does.”

“He’s lying about his dreams?” Brent asked.

“Yes,” Steven said. “Hell, that last one was right out of a book.”

“It was not!” Ned protested but they could both tell he was lying.

“Are you lying about yours too,” Brent asked, looking into Steven’s green eyes.

“Oh, you mean that one about undressing my Latin male dancing boyfriend?” Steven said.

“Yes,” Brent said. “I thought she was going to flip her top when you told her about his body.”

“Well it was more of a fantasy,” Steven said. “Not really a dream.”

“So, you don’t dream about male strippers or anything?” Brent asked.

“There is this one dream,” Steven said, leaning in close. “Don’t tell but I have been dreaming about this naked boy in bed with me. He is so cute. His blonde hair is soft to the touch and his blue eyes are like pools of water.”

For a minute Brent thought Steven was serious and talking about him. Then he realized his chain was being jerked. “You ass!” Brent said, laughing and pushing Steven.

Laughing Steven pushes him back. “I had you for a second,” he said.

“You ass,” Brent repeated, punching Steven’s arm. He hears a whistle and turns towards the room’s attendant.

“You two back away from each other,” one of the orderlies said pointing at Brent and Steven. “Back away from each other right now.”

“Sorry,” Steven said. “We were just horsing around. We weren’t like getting ready to jump each other’s bones or anything.”

“You watch it,” the man said, pointing at Steven. “You know this is going on your report. Dr. Wilson will hear about it.”

“Great!” Steven said. “Maybe she can try and force me not to think about the sexiest boy in the place.” Stepping closer to Brent, Steven slides his arm around the blonde.

“Steven!” Dr. Wilson said from behind them. Both boys spun around facing her. “You know better. Go to my office. It is time to step you up to the next phase.”

“I don’t need your treatment,” Steven said.

“George,” Dr. Wilson said, turning to one of the attendants, “please escort Steven to my office.”

Grabbing Steven by the arm, the man roughly pulls him down the hall towards Dr. Wilson’s office. “Hey!” Steven cried. “That hurts asshole.!”

“We were just joking around,” Brent said.

“I’m sure you know the rules,” she said, glaring at Brent. “No physical contact.”

“We were just goofing off,” Brent said.

“I have gone easy on you because of your head injury,” she said. “I think it is time we start working harder on your perversions.”

“She’s insane,” Brent told Steven. He wanted to shout. He wanted to yell it but they were always being monitored.

“Keep your voice down,” Ned said. They were sitting in the game room during their free period. The three of them were playing cards as they talked softly. “You know she is always listening,” Ned added, his eyes glancing around to make sure that they would not be overheard.

“She’s crazy,” Steven said.

Brent studied Steven’s face. The guy had been quiet after coming back from his last treatment. Brent had not been able to get the guy to talk about what had happened. “When was the last time you talked to your folks?” Brent asked.

“It’s been weeks,” Steven said. “My step-dad travels a lot for work. I’m sure my Mom went with him.”

“She only lets me talk to my folks when she is sitting there listening and that is only once a week,” Brent said.

“I bet she is telling them how great you are doing and you are getting closer to being cured,” Steven said.

“I wish it was working,” Brent said.

“You can’t be cured because there is nothing fucking wrong with you!” Steven almost shouted.

“Is there a problem boys?” the male staff member asked glaring at the three.

“No sir,” Ned said. “The game is just heating up.”

“I feel broken,” Brent confided to his two friends.

“That is because you can’t remember shit,” Steven said, keeping his voice low. “There isn’t anything wrong with being gay.”

“It isn’t normal,” Ned said.

“Bull shit!” Steven said.

“Watch your voice,” Brent warned, glancing at the man at the end of the room.

“Guys liking guys is just as normal as guys liking girls,” Steven said.

“She really isn’t going to change you, is she?” Brent said, looking into Steven’s emerald eyes.

“No,” Steven said. “I’m normal as I am. Of course, by the time she gets done with me, I won’t be.”

The game broke up as they had to go to another group session and then off to their schoolwork. Their free period did not really feel all that free to Brent.

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