Chapter 16-1 Book 7

Chapter 16-1

A Tortured Mind

Part 2

Even though I didn't like the idea of Eli having sex with me, I could no longer not let it happen. I didn't ask the girls because they had been taught that sex between boys and men was acceptable and normal, more so than with women and girls. And it was one of the main reasons boys and men marry as their husbands. It was kind of creepy how normal it was that fathers and sons have sex together and other men and boys that have no relation.

Then again, people would find it just as creepy that we boys and men stimulate each other and have sex and stimulate our mothers and sisters. This wasn't any less creepy than the other. It was just something to add to my already list of crimes I had committed. I also knew about it and have watched at the ranch house, girls and women having sex together as if they were male and female, and also did likewise to their male counterpart using a fake penis so they can pleasure them in that fashion and that was where the girls wanted to be a part of.

Yet for the moment, it was just Eli and me as he showed me how to prepare the boys and their father. He stated they prefer to do it while they bathe because it can be quite messy for their first time. Something I already knew about first-hand experience when Gloria raped me. Even though I didn't see the blood or the gore running down my legs and butt I could feel it all the same.

Eli asked Jackie and Rhoda to be our test subject. Having Eli explain to me it is the same process for girls, having Rhonda explain it isn't the same, because most of the time it depends on the woman, but in any case Eli was right it can be quite painful and messy; that doing it inside a bath is far better than doing then without. That way, you are not soiling the sheets. In any case, I cringed, not liking the idea, but I knew I had to learn to do it, or we could all die tonight. So I buried my feelings and listened and watched.

Eli had Jackie and Rhoda bend over the tub, and he handed me a normal laxative and a tube of KY Gel. We would take both with us so we could help prevent as much pain as possible. He quickly demonstrated said. "It works best by inserting the laxative first before using the KY Gel."

He told me. "Always get them to relax as much as possible by using your fingers, then spread the hole slowly, rubbing more gel as needed until you have inserted two fingers about the thickness of your penis. Again, starting with the father first if available.

He then came up behind Jackie and placed himself inside of her and told me. "Do not make any movement at all until their rectum has expanded and has relaxed. It will be very tight and very painful for the first time. But you will feel that the tightness loosens, and when that happens you can begin by using slow controlled thrust. The screams will lessen once the gel has formed around the inside. Don't go too hard, just keep it slow and steady. Until they have stopped screaming.

"That is where Gloria made her mistake. She did it quickly, and she didn't take her time and because of that, it wasn't a special moment as it should have been. Pain is expected the first few times, but each time it lessens and when the pain is gone, the pleasure begins. Tonight, you will not use any shots or pain treatment. Because you need to feel, you need to know what it is happening so you can know how to react and how they will react.

"Gloria has already prepared you enough that I think the pain will be minimum. Now it's your turn. I want you to do it, to Rhoda, then I want you to do it to me. Then we let the girls do it to us. Because that's when the mother will need to participate. Not only will she have to do it too her husband, but to her boys as well. That is what means by preparing them and the boys and it is how my father taught me to do it, and it is how every father and mother I know or did now do it.

"I am hoping that he will stay true in that form, and I think he will because his boys didn't show pain. They wanted it because it was pleasure." I nodded and repeated the process and until I got it right. I could already tell the differences between when I was doing it with a girl, then a boy like I had done earlier, again it wasn't by choice.

Eli had me do it to him and I cringed when he re-prepared me. I tightened my fist, feeling everything and it hurt. It hurt really bad, but I didn't scream, but I could feel the hot tears running down my cheek. Eli asked how I was doing or if he needed to stop. I shook my head and let him continue and tell he had finished. He then cleaned me out with his tongue so I could feel that, too.

That part wasn't as bad. It felt a little strange, but it wasn't anything that caused me any pain. The girls quickly strapped on a fake penis and we repeated the process. Eli was determined that I wasn't going to feel any pain before we had to leave. So after the bath, I took over the teaching as the girls were made to watch. They said nothing as we dressed, including our sneakers even though it seemed stupid. I needed to teach Eli how to get the boys to trust us. If the situation required us to undress them, we practiced using a butter knife as if Eli was the father and the girls were the mother.

Once we were undressed for the fourth time. I showed Eli how to do it that would be pleasurable, giving him a full body massage and teaching him how to do it using the girls. Eli combined the lesson with showing me how the girls pleasure us as he pleasures me at the same time, and then we switched until all four of us got a chance to do it. It was the best part of the entire night; knowing that none of that lesson was forced.

Yet the time quickly evaporated as we quickly packed and changed into our robes. They were nothing more than a black silk bathrobe with pockets. So, we packed my grooming kit with edible soap and bubble bath and plenty of KY Gel, both the medicated kind and the other one. And drank several cups of the sex remedy and placed a new unopened bottle of horny pills. Including our specially prepared drugs just in case, plus a one size fits all fake penis and strap that girls wear. I didn't wear my eye patch or my glasses. It didn't matter anymore; he knew who I was, and he knew everything about me.

The girls followed us down to the lobby with our tuxes and their dresses so they could see us off, giving the excuse that they wanted our wedding clothes washed and pressed so that when we left tomorrow, we would have them. Eli commented that I didn't pack any clothes for the week as we were visiting my mother only for books and homework.

I simply stated that I normally don't because I had clothes already there and the same at Bishop Earls sitting inside my friend Greg's closet. And grinned and said. "Not that we will be wearing any," as I told him. My mother prefers us naked. He paled when I told them that and said. "Welcome to becoming a nudist."

It was only fifteen minutes to 1 when we reached the lobby. The girls quickly gave us each a kiss, promising them we would do whatever it took to come back alive. I said that we had intended to, but we couldn't rely on if he would keep his word. Eli and I each carried a suitcase full of cash having checked it to make sure it was all there, and pushed the button that stated it was and we were now in transit. I was still worried because Jeff still hadn't come back, but I knew he was tied up at the moment and could feel him nearby.

As we stepped outside, shivering in the cold air against our exposed skin beneath our robes, we noticed the black limo patiently waiting. Without wasting any time, the driver emerged from the vehicle. Something about him felt off, and even the scent emanating from him was unpleasant, akin to that of a rotting corpse. He was completely covered in black attire, including a leather mask with a painted white face that concealed his features. As he opened the suitcases, he inquired, "Is everything here?" We watched anxiously as he swiftly counted the cash and proceeded to search us, his demeanor far from friendly as he groped us, reminding us that he anticipated having us once his boss was done with us. A frown crossed his face when he discovered the contents of the backpacks. Reacting promptly, I explained, "We weren't certain if our destination would provide the necessary items." Without hesitation, he contacted the High Bishop via radio and relayed, "If the cash is present, bring it and the individuals to me. Do not even think about taking any for yourself; I will be aware if you do. Remember, you are under constant surveillance."

I said, squeezing Eli's hand. "Here we go," and we got into the limo of death.

We were told not to say anything or ask any questions. Just enjoy the ride. He handed us back our suitcases full of cash. His hands and wrist were the only things exposed. Right away I noticed the tattoo and noticed also that it differed from ours and the ones we have seen lately, showing that the driver was a high-ranking bad guy. I noticed quickly that we were leaving Salt Lake City, but instead of going further north or south we headed east towards the mountains. It soon became clear as we headed towards Heber. It was the one place that I knew nobody would think to look for us; they expected us to be somewhere in Salt Lake City.

The driver pulled over and went up a dirt road where a house was sitting way back in the woods. There were lamplights in the window and there was another black limo waiting. He told us to get out and take off our robes and leave them on the ground to stand on the porch where they could see us, making sure we had the suitcases full of cash. We did what we were told as he tossed us our backpack. We watched two people get out of the other limo; they too were covered up so we could not identify them. The air was cold as we shivered as our teeth started to chatter as one of them got into the limo and drove off, leaving the other driver here and the new person and the new black limo.

I thought for sure that this was the place as they opened the door and told us to get on the bed and closed the door. The only thing in the house was a bed and an old kitchen table that had seen better days. The only good thing was that there was a roaring fire going … to take off the chill. Again, we were told not to speak as they quickly took off all their clothes, leaving their face covered so we couldn't see them.

The directions we were given explicitly stated that we should lie down on our stomachs and then bend over the side of the bed. We were advised to place our suitcases and backpacks on the kitchen table, making certain that they were facing both the door and the kitchen area as instructed. The moment Eli gripped my hand, I felt a rush of emotions. It was quick and forceful as they placed their penis inside us. It took everything I had not to scream as they went harder and faster.

Then when I thought it was over they switched and repeated the process. I felt nothing but cold and could see the images of them raping and killing young boys, each face just as horrible as the next. I knew it was real. I could feel the darkness that settled over us and the smell of rotting corpses filled my nose and cheap liquor.

Once they had finished, they told us to clean each other's butts and make it snappy as they quickly dressed. Once we had obeyed, we were ordered to pick up our suitcases and our backpack, telling us. It had been the best thing they had all day. I was tempted to kill them, but Jeff said not to, that he would deal with it. I asked him if he knew where we were going. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know, but what he gathered was that this was just one stop, so they could rape us and make sure we weren't being followed. It made sense, even though I didn't like it, we were prepared for it. We ordered inside the limo and left our robes behind.

The limo was empty, and the windows were too dark to see anything, but I didn't need to. I had Jeff tell me we had just turned off towards Heber and passed on the news of that house, where we were told that the boy's parents were not inside. There was nothing or nobody in the house. It was a lie, to keep us guessing. Then again, we knew the parents wouldn't be there because Eli had told me they would be with the boys so we could prepare them special. Yet I had one piece of news that made me even more worried.

The boy they killed was a setup, another lie. Yes, he killed him, no he didn't belong to the boys, that we would be raping. He was a son of the High Bishop. According to Jeff, the High Bishop had fathered many boys and several daughters, for one purpose to sacrifice them as if they didn't matter. He was cleaning house; he was preparing himself to be part of the Council of Nine. He didn't raise any of the children he fathered for that purpose; they were sheep to him, lambs to be slaughtered.

Yet, I couldn't tell Eli what we had discovered, because it wouldn't have made a difference, and we couldn't talk, anyway. All I could do was prepare myself to be raped repeatedly. As we pulled up to another nameless, empty house, another limo and two more people waited to rape us. They got into the old limo and drove off the moment the cash had been counted and our backpack searched. Once again, we were raped repeatedly, and once again, we were told not to talk and get into the limo. Each time a person raped me, each time I saw what they had done. Things were getting clear that I didn't need to see the faces under the masks or the tattoo on the arms and wrists.

Jeff took note of each person having the ability to see the black hearts and souls they have sold to the devil. Jeff and Stringham were keeping track with a sketch artist, drawing each of the tattoos, each of the faces hidden behind the white masks.

I was told that everyone was in place at each of the locations, so when the moment came, it would be quick and precise. I was told once we made it to our destination that phone lines would be cut and patched in so when the High Bishop gives the order to capture and kill, they would never know what hit them. I have heard of people who could mimic voices, so again it made me feel better knowing that the mission would end one way or the other. Mine and Eli's job was simply to do whatever it took to come back alive.

By 3:30, we finally arrived at our destination as the High Bishop himself greeted us. We were no longer in Heber. I wasn't exactly sure where we were, but somewhere back in Salt Lake City at a large estate with high fences and lots of security, He asked. Why were we naked and why did we smell of urine and cheap alcohol? The driver said, "Boss, you know the guys, we were just having a little―" In that last quick second, he was bleeding out and lying dead on the ground.

He asked again, this time growling. "I told you not to harm them. I gave them my word that if they brought me my money and did what I asked them to do, and helped me by preparing the boys and their parents to join our fold. I would set them free unharmed. Not molested repeatedly by unclean beasts. You had one job, one simple job, and that was to make sure they weren't being followed. I want every one of you boys that has done this to be held accountable. Now clean up this mess, it's freezing out here, take off your clothes the both of you, and give them to me, this is not how we treat my guests, especially ones that have the money and their parents' influence that I need."

We watched and waited as the two remaining drivers did what he asked. He placed their overcoats over us and apologized as he carried the suitcases with the money. I carefully dropped the button into the grass as I shouldered the backpack; Eli had already left his button in the car. Not that it would have mattered any, because once we were inside, he ordered each of their deaths to be dumped in a ditch somewhere and got rid of the car. He again apologized and told someone to run us a bath and a hot meal and bring us a warm bathrobe. He said. "You boys did good. You don't mind if I count it first?"

I said. "It's your money, and it's all there." He nodded and quickly opened each of the suitcases and counted the money slowly as I watched dollar signs pop into his eyes.

Once he counted it twice, he closed the suitcases and said. "Excellent. Now, after you boys have eaten and freshened up, we will get right on down to business. By the way, Eric, where are your glasses?"

I quickly said. "They are on the ground where we were told to drop our robes in the dirt at the first house." It was a lie, but it wasn't like he hadn't already lied to us.

He nodded and said. "I'll have new ones made before you leave in the morning."

I said. "Sounds good, providing they are the right prescription."

He laughed. "Of course, what a silly question. As I have mentioned, I know everything about you. I have read your file cover to cover. Everything you told me earlier was the truth, well most of it you kinda skipped. But I won't hold that against you, because everything you told me regarding your visiting my home and going to school was absolutely true. It's your life that gets a little muddied, but again why should you tell me everything? You don't trust me, and I don't trust you; we all have our little secrets. I don't care. As I said, I am a businessman first.

"Money and the power it gives me is all I care about. You brought me my money, and you kept your word that no one would follow you. If someone did, I would know. I have had you watch the moment you returned to the hotel. I had guards posted outside your door. They said you had lots of sex, which is good. I also listened to and watched you inside your room.

"I am glad that Eli has prepared you for our boys and their families. I have one little confession. The boy you watched me kill didn't belong to them. He belonged to me. Like you and Eli belong to me, as your family belongs to me. I have marked each in a special area that only I know. Because I am the one that put it there when you were sleeping next to me during our little party at my house. I marked Eli's the day his father gave him to me, just as I personally prepared him, as you will prepare many of my new boys, starting with those I've specially brought for you.

"You will be quite pleased to learn that I had taken them from Highland. You might even know them because I have been told they are really special. In fact, their father is going to be the new Bishop now that the old one has joined your little group. Mr. Sakes will join our little party after your mother's house visit. Oh yes, I know everything. Your father was a wealth of information. I must say he doesn't like you very much. I almost killed him. But I couldn't plan better torture for him having to have sex with your mother a big fat ugly whale.

"You probably asking what makes these boys so special and I will tell you. One is because they will be your first converts to our church. The second reason is that every boy you bring to me from that ward over the next few months will belong to you and Eli … and of course, me. Plus, the boys in Heber and their parents, and let's not forget each of your friends in Santaquin. You must know by now that Eli has brought in several new boys from Crest-Ridge over the years. Now he too gets to claim the ones in Heber as well. He's going to be your teacher, and you will learn everything from him and pass it on to each of your new boys and their parents.

"Like all my boys you will bring in a fresh crop so we can maintain and spread our word, and you too will someday become just as powerful and rich. That people will cower before you, they will tremble at your feet, begging you to give them everything they have so they can eat the scraps from your table. That means a lot more than what any LDS God or Christian God can offer you.

"Money and power," he said, the words sounding like a mantra of success in his mind. It is the blessing that makes the world a place worth living. You'll have no fear about that Crawford poking around as long as you keep bringing me boys and their families and bring me lots of nice hard cash. Next week I am going to invite several new boys to our church, rich boys and their fathers like yourselves. It will bring us all good fortune and provide a healthy bottom line. Crawford will not last long. In power, he is old, and he's getting on in years.

"We need fresh blood; we need more than just fancy words from a man who has no sense of direction. He lost his chance the moment the Rothwells moved away to Saint George. He lost his prize boy, and made certain that he couldn't produce offspring, nor does he care too. Being gay really seals the deal, and he is a pedophile that, in my opinion, should be killed not put in prison but dead as a doornail. You must have women; you must be able to father children. He hates women, he prefers boys over girls. I have had two husbands, and I have been married ten times and fathered many children.

"True, most of those women were nothing more than whores, but it doesn't mean they weren't useful; I only killed them once. They could never satisfy me. They were used up, and not worth the headache. Trust me, when you marry several women, it can be a strain. Get rid of them once they cannot do their damn job of doing one simple thing: bear you sons and daughters. Any woman can raise a child. They don't need to be their own mother. You can understand that after being placed in all those foster homes.

"I am glad the Carrions ended that rat race. I was more glad because they are filthy rich, like Stringham and the Vincent's. That is why I put up with them, for the money they can give me and the power it brings me. You being a Carrion makes it so I don't have to kill Eli or you or your new wives; because if I did that, the money would be lost, and that would be very bad for all of us. Now go up and take a nice hot bath and eat. I know for a fact you boys have eaten nothing since lunch yesterday.

"I do apologize for ruining your wedding, but sometimes power comes at a cost. You should know that every one of those men that ruined your wedding is dead. They were useful like my old wives. Then, once they served their purpose, I got rid of them and the problems they have caused me. Like those beasts, I sent to bring you to me. They disappointed me by not doing one simple job. Instead, they went too far, thinking that I wouldn't care. Normally I wouldn't mind … but I told them. You boys were not to be touched once the money was in your hands, then collect you, make sure the cash is what I have asked for, and you are not followed. If I had let them get away with disobeying me, it would mean that others can.

"That is also a warning to you, boys. Always do what I ask. Bring me my money, bring me the boys I have asked for and their parents, and prepare them to join our fold. The only thing I am doing tonight is to test you if you and Eli can do so in such a short of time. Normally you would have a week to do it, but this is a test if you can do it. I will keep my word. You will be returned around 1 pm or so. I know your mother wanted to leave by nine. But I don't like lazy fat women who think that is ok to physically abuse you and send you away to live in other people's houses like common garbage. She will be notified of that once you boys have finished your only job tonight.

"She will also be on my short list of people to kill because of it. She isn't useful anymore, but because she is providing a service that no other woman can when comes to your father, she'll get a free pass. Then again, if you fail to prepare the boys and their parents, I'll have no choice but to kill her and the people that I find cannot be useful to me. So far both you and Eli have proven that you can be useful. The money clearly states it … I know if I kill you, boys, that money would be the last I would see from your adoptive parents, their friends like the Vincents and Stringham.

"It doesn't mean if you fail at your one task there won't be a price to pay. I may keep you alive long enough to collect every scrap of cash from them and cut my losses. But you won't fail me, will you boys?" Eli and I shook our heads, no, and he said. "Good, now go. I'll be watching. As you know, I will. Eli has told you that. So, if you do screw up I have something to use against you. So far, I have a tape of you boys having sex with my sons. That alone could put you boys in jail and the people inside will know it and kill you for it. I also have a tape of Eric in my house having sex with me and many of the boys in our church.

"Tonight, will be a special moment for him like it was for Eli when he was given this same task to prepare brand new converts to our church. I don't care how you do it, as long as you do it. I will know when you have completed the task when I see their parents pleasuring the boys as you have pleasured them as they also pleasure you. If it takes all morning and into the next day, I am fine with that too. I rather you spend that time getting "acquainted" so they can bring more boys and girls to me. They are rich and because they are rich, they have been chosen. Now go."

He rang a bell, and a woman came out. She bowed. "Master, you called?"

He said. "Yes, whore, please take my boys and show them to their room. Make sure they have everything they need. If they aren't satisfied with you, you will be let go."

She paled and said. "Yes, master, it will be as you say."