Friday, December 14th Pt. 3
“What were the two of you doing?”
“Hand jobs and blow jobs.”
He sighs, shaking his head mumbling something about his statement not being quiet right before he continues.
“Because of my age he only encouraged me to touch and explore his body and he did the same to me. I wanted more and told him so. We were both hard so we laid in a 69 position and started fooling with each other. I did what I was comfortable with and so did he. I froze when I felt his mouth and went completely crazy when he started doing what she did. He stopped, of course, everything. He wrapped me in a hug as I was completely hysterical. Once I calmed he told me that either I wasn’t homosexual or something really bad happened that I needed to talk about. I never answered him and he never asked again.
About six months later he gifted me a brand new toy and explained how to use it. He felt it would help elevate my sexual tension without me resorting to having sex at such an early age. I didn’t ask where he got it from but I took it as it was new. Can’t possibly harm myself with something that’s never been used, right?
I was a little over fourteen when I caved into my sexual desires and lost my virginity to a girl my same age but a grade below me. I think she got held back a year as I was in ninth grade and she was in the eighth. She came over every night for two weeks after our first time together but I don’t remember ever having sex.”
He’s looking at the ground as I recover from my brief moment of holding my breath. I have beat him regularly with a belt for not giving me the names of the girls he’s had sex with yet he just admitted that he doesn’t remember having sex.
“How do you know that you had sex then?”
I ask slowly hoping I don’t scare him away from sharing.
“She told me how gentle I was and how much she enjoyed me. My wolf would tell me things too but I don’t remember her name. The only one I remember is Melody and I think that’s only because I raped her. I need help dad.”
The tears are streaming down his face as he looks at me.
“I need to be sent away. I need to go to Wolfington.”
The desperation in his voice conveys the seriousness behind his words.
“Let’s back up a little Luke. I need you to talk. What’s going on that makes you feel that you’re a feral? That you need to go to Wolfington?”
“I’m dangerous dad. I can’t control what I want, what I feel. I need help to control him and that’s the only place that can handle him.”
“Luke, I need you to describe what’s going on with you. What are you feeling that you can’t control?”
“Sex!” He screams as he turns away from me, pacing slowly. “You took the girls away! Porn and masterbastion stopped working years ago! I can’t do this! I’m going crazy! Without the girls I want to hit! I want to beat anyone, everyone with the slightest attitude towards me into the ground! It hurts to hold back! To hold him back!”
He’s screaming his frustrations freely, giving me the information to not only diagnose him but start therapy before the blood tests come back but first I must intervene as I witness my youngest son attempt to take his frustrations out on himself.
“Help me!”
He screams as he collapses to the floor, his hands in his hair trying to pull it out. I quickly walk up behind him wrapping my hands around his.
“Let go.”
I’m calm but with the authority he needs to break through his meltdown.
“I’m sorry, daddy. Please stop hurting me. I can’t tell you want you need to know. I’m sorry I preyed upon preshifts. I’m sorry I targeted Cole. I black out. I have no idea what’s going on until after it happens. I swear daddy, please stop hurting me.”
I’m on the floor with him by the time he’s done his pleas. I slip one leg under his with the other wrapped around his back as I lower his hands to his chest. I wrap my arms around his shaking whimpering body as he’s entered into a mantra of apologizing for what he’s done mixed with begging me to stop the spankings that he’s endured weekly for a variety of issues that has come up since cutting off his dating in January.
“Lean into me son. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to understand, that I didn’t see the telltale signs of HSD. I’m going to call Angela so you can hear the conversation on speaker instead of me doing it through the link.”
He turns his entire body quickly so he’s now facing me chest to chest. He wraps his legs around my back as he clings to me as hard as he did when I found him in my room, sobbing hard into my neck, seeking everything he can to calm himself. I pull my phone from my pocket, praying that she has it on her today.
“Demetri, you never use the phone. What’s going on?”
“I’ve got an emergency situation with Lucas. I need you to listen carefully to what I need from you.”
“Of course.”
“I believe he did his physical a few weeks ago with you. I know you ran into a lot of issues during that exam as I had requested that drug and STI testing be done.”
I can feel him squirming in my lap as I bring up that disaster.
“Yes sir. As I detailed in my report to you he was fine until he had to strip naked. He seemed confused by the instructions of starting his urinating in the blue capped cup and finishing in the green capped one but he didn’t give me any issues. It was when I needed to physically exam him for any sores that his voice deepened and his eyes darkened. I knew his wolf was in the front but it’s never been an issue before so I proceeded as usual. Unfortunately, he ended up punching me several times before locking himself in the bathroom. The next day you had Pat put his age on his bare backside before forcing him to submit to the swab testing for STI’s”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you. It wasn’t me. I swear it wasn’t me.”
He whines as he clings even harder to me.
“Is that Lucas?” Angela gasps.
“As I said, we’ve run into a bit of a delicate, emergency situation that can’t wait for the test results to come back.”
“What do you want him tested for?”
“I need you to come to my office and do a blood draw for HSD.”
“Hyperactive Sexualization Disorder?”
“Yes ma’am. I need his blood drawn and tested. I also need you to start therapy before we get the results back. Even under rushed circumstances it takes 48 hours to get everything analyzed for proper diagnosis and his current mental health is not allowing of that time frame. We need to sedate his wolf now. I will explain more when you get here. Bring your key to my office and grab Patrick. He’s supposed to be coming to my office to implement physical punishment again. I’ll explain that as well.”
I place my hand against Lucas’s neck as he squirms even harder, trying to leave me with my confirmation that he’s to receive yet another spanking. I slide my hand under his shirt hoping that positive physical contact will help calm him despite my phone conversation with Angela.
“I’ll link with Pat and get him to meet me here. I’m assuming you’re in a position where you can’t unlock the door so that’s the best plan.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you.”
I can hear her rustling around in her office briefly before the two beeps from my phone indicate that she has hung up. He is fighting me hard as I know he has no understanding as to how his breakdown, his admitting to the multiple physical and sexual assaults that occurred six years ago has changed things for him. Absolutely everything.
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