Conversion Therapy

The room was in utter blackness until the door dilated open and the lights came on, revealing the conversion therapy chamber to the two entrants, one large, one small.

Stonn brought his son Brann into the chamber. His son and he were clad the same, in a form-fitting gray suit, and helmet with blue wires leading from the top of them into the ceiling above them, those wires had followed them into the room along a track specially built for that purpose, for the electrodes on their skulls those wires led to had been placed carefully. Stonn's body was large, muscled, strong, the chin showing under the helmet was strong and reliable, the eyes were steel blue and honest. His son was his image, but in a smaller, gentler, more fragile way, the eyes were eager, interested, looking about at everything with wide eyes.

The interior of the chamber was much like a chiropractor's office of the prior centuries, a single large mat-topped table in the center of the small room, a large screen adorned each wall so that it could be viewed from any way the person on the mat faced, the rest of the room was various panels and electronics assemblies that only a professional would understand, and in this room the two stood, father and son.

Brann looked up at his father. "Dad?"

"Yes, son?" Stonn looked down at the small form, smiled tenderly.

"What is this place?"

"Well, son." Stonn took a deep breath. "In most ways, this is like the entertainment room we have back home."

"I know that!" Brann said almost scornfully. Not rudely, but he was seeking new information and being given old.

"You don't know all of it." Stonn went on. "In the entertainment room, you get to watch the characters, and even be one of the characters. You get to see what they see, hear what they hear."

"Yeah!" Brann said. "I like playing Donny in the ‘Wizard of Oz' best!" The entertainment let even a boy play the lead character in the timeless classic, turning "Dorothy" into "Donny" and letting him run down the Yellow Brick Road as the hero of the story.

"This is like that, only more so." Stonn agreed. "We're going to be part of the same entertainment here. Up on that screen will be a father and son just like you and me, but instead of seeing and hearing, you and I are going to feel everything they feel."

"So how is that different?" Brann wanted to know.

"You'll find out. Son," Stonn knelt down and faced his son as squarely as he could. "Just remember that all of this is to help you. A lot of things are going to happen and when it does, just remember that I love you very, very much, and I'd never do anything to hurt you, ever."

"I know that, Daddy." Brann was looking very seriously at his father.

"I love you, Son."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

"Are you ready to begin?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then let's sit down and get ready."

The room lights dimmed as the four screens lit, all four showing the same thing, a serene wooded scene, and in it, a father and son, walking closer to the viewers.

"They're naked, Daddy!"

"Yes, they are." Stonn agreed.

"I can feel them. I can feel the wind on my skin, and the sun." Brann marveled.

"I can, too, Son."

"I can feel my hand in yours, Daddy."

"So can I."

Brann's hand reached out and took Stonn's hand in fact. "Should I do this?" he asked.

"It's fine, Son." Stonn said, and as the father on the screen squeezed his son's hand, Stonn did the same. "It's all right to move as you feel them move, we're supposed to be feeling everything they do."

"I just sat down." Brann felt, and looked to see the boy on the screen doing the same.

"I sat down beside you." Stonn told him, as the father on the screen did the same.

Brann was looking at his father and didn't see what happened next, but he felt it.

"You're kissing me!"

"Yes. I am." Stonn licked his lips as the sensations of young boy's lips lingered on his own.

He felt the father's lips leave his child and looked at the screen to see the father smile and reach down again, this time he leaned in and Brann's lips met his own just as the two kissed on the screen again.

This time, the kiss went on and on, and Brann gasped as he felt the father's hands stroke his body, and the boy's hands stroking the father on his own palms.

Stonn, too, gasped as the intimate touching of each other's naked bodies flew from the screen to their own bodies, as every nerve ending contributed to the sensations. Stonn and Brann released each other's lips, but the kisses from the pair on-screen continued to fill their senses, as their tongues tasted each other's and the father suckled the son's tongue, wringing from Brann groans such as Stonn had never heard his son utter before.

Brann tried to match the boy's touching of his father and then felt something new and odd. "What is he holding?" he asked and looked. "He's got his Daddy's wiener! And it's big and hard!"

"I know, Son!" Stonn groaned. "I can feel it. I can feel that soft young hand on my cock."

"I'm stroking it, now!" Brann marveled.

"Yes! Oh, oh, yes, you are!"

"Oh, oh! Now he's got mine!"

"Yes, he does. I can feel it in my palm, your sweet little dingle, it's all warm and soft in my fingers."

"Oh, stroke it for me, Daddy, stroke it for me!" Brann's hand was cupping his father's groin, but of course the clothing blocked any full contact. Somehow, that didn't matter, he moved his hand back and forth over Stonn's firm prick jutting out the cloth in the shape of a plump cucumber in a wrapper.

Stonn's hand was doing the same to his son and neither paying attention to the screen and so the pair were caught off guard.

"I'm moving!" Brann said and he bent and then Stonn groaned as he felt soft, wet lips enfold his erect cock!

"Oh, oh, God, yes, yes!" He moaned.

"Daddy, that tastes funny!" Brann said as he felt a man's dick in his mouth for the first time. "All warm and spongy and there's this sticky salty stuff right on top!"

"I know, Son. That's normal, don't worry, just suck it up and love it." Stonn grunted as the boy on the screen did exactly that.

Brann gulped as he felt the squibs of precome slip down his throat, and he said, "It's sticky, but it's good, too."

"It is, Son, suck it some more, more!"

But the boy on the screen was sucking his father's cock and so Brann was feeling the hard man-dong slipping up and down and in and out of his mouth and throat. The boy plunged deep and Brann felt the cock go deeper still and he choked some, but the boy on the screen was an expert and the gag was soon over for little Brann. And when the boy took it deep again, his time Brann just gurgled and Stonn moaned, "Oh, yes, Son, that's it, suck my cock, suck your Daddy's cock!

But the couple on the screen had more advanced ideas. Stonn and Brann felt their bodies moving as the two on the screen moved, and looked up to see the father positioning himself on top of his son's body, his prong a shining pillar of manhood.

"Oh, oh, Son, move around, move around." Stonn urged.

Brann did so and Stonn slid his feet onto the floor and then knelt over his son. As their bodies closed in on each other, the cock of the man on the screen made contact with his son's anus.

Stonn felt the small crown of boy-flesh circling his glans and he moaned. "Oh, Brann, here it comes, Son, remember, I'd never hurt you, Son, never hurt you!"

"I know, Daddy!"

"I love you, Son, I love you!"

"I love you, Daddy, I....uh, uh, uh, HUHHHH!"

"Oh, oh, Son, I'm sliding inside you, inside you, baby, feel it inside you, Son, feel my cock inside you!"

"Oh, Daddy, it's so big, so big!"

"Am I hurting you, Baby? Does it hurt you?"

"Nuh, nuh, no, Daddy, it doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt the boy on the screen because his father loves him. And he loves his Daddy."

Stonn breathed as the sensation of his cock sliding deeper into his son swept over his body.

"And I love you, Daddy!" Brann gasped.

"Uh, uh, uhhhhhh!" Stonn moaned as he felt the entirety of his prick enclosed in hot son-bowels. "That's it, Son, the entire length of my cock is now inside you. Can you feel that, Son, can you feel it?"

"Yes, oh, oh, yes, Daddy!" sobbed Brann.

"How does it feel, Son?"

"Oh, oh, it feels weird, Daddy! But nice, real nice!"

"Yes, yes." Stonn breathed huskily. "Really nice, Son, I love the feeling of being inside you, Son!"

"Is this all there is, Daddy?" Brann asked.

"No, Son." Stonn sighed softly. "This is just the beginning."

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" Brann groaned as the cock slid out of the boy on the screen, and he felt the huge pud leaving him. "Ohh, Daddy, don't let him take it out! Don't let him!"

"Hang on, Son, hang on!" Stonn groaned as his own lust fed from the man on the screen.

There was the feeling of the cock stopping, of re-entering and Brann and Stonn both moaned again. It was only the first of such movements, for the man on the screen began to move in and out of his son's body, and the father and son watching them somewhat (and each other more) felt every movement, every touch of the two bodies, every drop of sweat bedappling the two on the screen.

"Oh, oh, Daddy, this is wonderful!" Brann breathed as he felt the man's cock sliding in and out.

"Yes, Son, wonderful, wonderful!" Stonn agreed as he felt the same cock as if it were his own.

"Make the man do it faster, Daddy!" Brann urged. "He's moving too slowly!"

"I think he'll speed up soon, Son!" Stonn groaned. "Soon, very soon."

"Oh, Daddy, it feels so good, I want it faster, Daddy!"

Stonn's body was pressing his cock against Brann's own groin. He began to move his own hips against Brann, rubbing his son's small prick with his own pounding cock.

Brann moaned as his little body fed on the extra sensations his father was giving him, and father and son were engaged in a parody of father-son sex, their bodies clothed and blocking any real contact, but other than that, they matched the movements of father and son on the screen motion for motion.

And when the man in the video began to moan and move faster, Stonn gave out a keening sound and gasped, "Oh, God, Son, I'm close, very close!"

"Oh, oh, close to what, Daddy?"

"It's...oh, oh, it's feeling so good, that, uh uh!" Stonn moaned.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm tingling down there!"

"That's what happens, uh, uh, uh!"

"I'm tingling so much, I'm oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHH!"

"That's it, Son, that's it, you're coming, Baby, and so am I!" Stonn gasped.

"Coming?"

"Yes, yes, coming, oh, OH, OH, AHH-AHH-AHH-HAHHH-AHHHHH!"

Father and son were moaning in their own climaxes as the two on the screen continued their mating, and as Stonn and Brann released their own orgasms and Stonn sank exhausted, but carefully onto his son, the two on the screen tensed in ecstasy, and the two viewers were struck with the sensations and father and son in each other's arms were washed anew in a second-hand climax that shook their passion-wrenched bodies with fresh sexual frenzy. They quivered and endured and father and son held each other helplessly until the new, electronic stimulation had finished and released them.

Done, the screens went blank and the room lights resumed their unflinching gaze at all that lay beneath them.

Stonn stood, his massive chest still heaving and he extended a hand to his son to lift him upwards to stand by his side.

"Oh, Daddy, that was incredible!" Brann enthused. "Now what, do we do it again? Or what?

Stonn smiled down at his son. "No, Brann, now you know everything to do."

"No more rooms with screens?"

"It's called conversion therapy, Brann. And no, no more conversion therapy for you and me."

Stonn said. "From now on, you and I are only going to do it for real from now on."

Brann thought about that. "Great! So let's go home and do it for real!"

Stonn grinned down at his son. "Sounds good to me, Son! Let's go!"

And the door dilated closed behind them, the lights went off, and the conversation therapy room was in blackness once more.

THE END
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