Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 23:20:18</strong>
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				Air was so...fresh. He could feel his skin prickle as it washed and woved and twined over his skin, and he stopped on the stoop of his apartment building to take in a deep breath. A young woman pushed past him and he stepped to the side quickly, ducking his head in apology. She shot him a warm smile, and he knew that she had a bit of a crush on him. She'd brought him a pie when he'd moved in. This was all so new. It had been so long since he'd been free and he was just now starting to settle back into the pattern of a normal life. <br><br>It was late autumn, almost winter, and the leaves lay in a thick carpet of red and gold all over the streets and sidewalks. He looked up, blowing a bit of soft black hair out of his eyes. They'd let it grow out at Arkham and he'd found that it suited him well. In a soft, warm camel-colored coat with a rich crimson scarf tucked neatly around his neck, he had a slightly dandyish air to him, as though he had stepped out of an era a bit removed. His slim, long-fingered hands fluttered over his coat, securing the dark buttons. The jacket hung nicely on a frame that could only be described as slim, with a tapered waist, the frame a bit androgynous from the back with his soft black hair blowing about his face as the wind picked up.<br><br>He fished a card out of his pocket, incredibly pale eyes surveying it carefully. A nurse at Arkham had said they looked like 'sea-glass', whatever that was. She had said it was a really really pale green, almost translucent. Like he was looking through people. There was a softness to them, though, that belied all that he'd seen and participated in. <br><br>He blew a bit of the long hair out of his pale face, then hailed a cab. <br><br>He got out at Dr. Crane's office. It was his first time seeing the doctor, and he'd only been out of the Asylum a few days. He wore nice jeans that clung to the soft swell of his backside, his long legs, a thin white button-down shirt untucked over them. He went into the building with the appropriate address and then headed down the hall to Dr. Crane's office, getting more nervous.<br><br>His file was extensive. He wondered what the doctor would think.<br><br>The files had described him as a meek young man who had never really caused many troubles in Arkham - except for when he drove a plastic fork through the eye of another mental patient. <br><br>It had been well deserved, though. The man had tried to...he had-Quinn shut his eyes briefly, swallowing, shaking the memory out of his head. The nurses had agreed, anyways, and so had the doctors, that the other patient had provoked him into attacking.<br><br>Quinn was a generally gentle creature who had been born into extraordinarily bad circumstances and had been raised around the worst sorts of people, so he had a tendency to express his anger in less than appropriate ways, usually in violent explosions that only happened every six years or so. At twenty two, he hadn't been terribly violent himself, but his few reactions had been enough to put him away, coupled with his crippling night terrors and all of his ties to the criminal underground. <br><br>"Dr. Crane?" Quinn's voice was smooth, a pleasant alto, slim fingers rapping at the dark door.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 23:40:59</strong>
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				“Another one let out of Arkham.” Dr. Jonathan Crane said to himself. He could only shake his head while simultaneously an evil grin cracked at the corners of his mouth. The psychiatrist had a lucrative private practice in Gotham, so lucrative he lived a lifestyle many would sell their soul to achieve.<br><br>He also privately consulted with Arkham. The Medicaid reimbursement was abysmal, but with society’s discards he was able to feed his love of chemistry. Standing before his armoire in his office he looked at his toys.<br><br>Ethanol, scopolamine, tri-quinuclidinyl benzilate, temazepam, and various barbiturates including sodium thiopental, commonly known as sodium pentothal, and sodium amytal were all child’s toys. He changed the molecular make-up of these drugs and was nearly at the point of mind control. Pamela Isley, the crazy flower bitch Poison Ivy, held nothing on him. She used pheromones. Crane used science. He’d taken control of her too, picked the little blossom and ground it under his boots.<br><br>Next to the vials, powders and potions were his arsenal of testing devices. He took his patients to the height of torture, to be his willing slave, and then erased their memories. He was in charge…he was the one to fear…he was the Scarecrow.<br><br>Hearing footsteps outside his office Jonathan closed the armoire. The knock at the door erased the sadistic smile from his face. He walked to his desk and picked up his glasses. Putting on his best Freudian welcome face he answered. “Come in,” he walked towards the door.<br><br>Dr. Jonathan Crane was imposing in some respects and clearly not in others. He was tall and had long arms and legs, almost statuesque. But like a model, he was thin and gangly. All that hid his proficiency with fighting and domination. He had a kind face with haunting blue eyes. The wealthy psychiatrist always dressed in the most expensive suits direct from Armani or Klein. He was well put together on the outside.<br><br>Inside…well, he was nuts.<br><br>“Quinn, you made it. And a few minutes early.” Jonathan held out his hand to the perfect specimen before him. Knowing Quinn’s past and psychiatric issues it was difficult for Jonathan to think of anything other than an angel. His eyes permeated innocence. And soon those eyes would be dilated beyond recognition. Scarecrow had to start slowly, but eventually he’d have Quinn drooling.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 23:59:48</strong>
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				Quinn was looking down at the carpet when the door opened, but his eyes snapped up, a wariness that his childhood had built up in him peering out through those innocent eyes, fading almost instantly back into that softness. His nickname when he was little, which still clung to him when he passed the fancy restaurants where he occasionally saw the less desirable characters from his childhood, was 'Dovey'. It had stuck because of those pale, wide eyes and the soft look he'd get on his face. <br><br>He held out a small hand, offering a warm smile, head tilting slightly to the side. He had a mouth full of perfectly straight, white teeth. "Nice to meet you," he said, voice quiet. Quinn Remington, though he rarely went by his full name, was a bit anxious about his first appointment.<br><br>It had been so long since he'd been out of Arkham.<br><br>They'd kept him hopped up on drugs, utterly dependent on them, unable to do anything but mumble for the first few days when they set in and then kept in a quiet sort of stupor. Things had changed now that he was free, though he did feel as though he was missing a certain structure. <br><br>"Do you mind if I take off my coat?"<br><br>He unwound the scarf, showing a long, slender neck that was utterly unmarked. He pulled his jacket off and neatly hung it up. The shirt rode up slightly as he hung his jacket up, showing a flash of a flat stomach, the faint curve of a hipbone under skin. His shoes were made of cognac colored leather, well-tailored boots. <br><br>Dr. Crane's eyes were lovely, he noted, though they seemed...hidden. As though there was something lurking under the surface. He had been raised to trust doctors, though, as he'd spent a great amount of time of his teen years in Arkham Asylum and he immediately put a fair amount of trust in Dr. Crane.<br><br>"I didn't want to be late," Quinn said with a sheepish smile, "I hope I didn't interrupt you doing anything." A faintly apologetic note touched his cupids-bow lips then was gone, the cold having brought a bright flush to his pale cheeks, the exotic tilt of his cheekbones speaking of another ethnicity that had mixed into his family tree a few generations back.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:10:52</strong>
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				“Of course not Quinn, I’m glad you’re here. Make yourself comfortable. I want you to feel that this is a safe place for you.” Jonathan’s eyes momentarily widened at the specimen. The Scarecrow wanted to break the boy now. Dr. Crane was smarter than that. It’s how the others got caught…being sloppy.<br><br>“Can I get you something to drink?” Jonathan asked. “My secretary keeps a well stocked kitchenette in my office. We’ve got tea, coffee, hot chocolate, water, sodas. I’m afraid everything is decaf though. I try to keep a relaxing environment and hypnotherapy is difficult when the patient is hyped up on Monster energy drink.” <br><br>Jonathan also learned early on that caffeine also can counteract the effects of some drugs. It caused the misfortune of the death of one of his patients. He woke up in the middle of a particularly painful procedure. A quick slice to the neck and he was never missed.<br><br>Dr. Crane opened some cupboards. “It looks like we have some cashews, almonds, bananas, yogurt, pretzels, crackers…the usual.” The usual also all happened to be linked to helping with insomnia, or promoting sleep.&nbsp; “I think our appointment today is really to get to know one another and do a little exploration of your past. Perhaps a small regression technique, nothing major.”<br><br>Dr. Crane planned just enough to allow some nice body groping and to break down some subconscious barriers. He had long-term plans for Quinn.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:29:56</strong>
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				Quinn nodded shyly and took a cup of tea, no sugar, no milk, sipping it slowly. The warmth flowed down his throat, hitting his stomach, and the tension in his utterly-straight back relaxed a bit as he sat down. He did pick up a few almonds, popping them into his mouth between his lips, crunching them in half neatly, white teeth breaking the russet shell. "Mmm." Quinn finished off the few almonds he'd taken, then set his half-drunk cup of tea next to him, settling into the chair, hands folded in his lap.<br><br>His index finger tapped slowly against the top of his other hand, a bit anxious, a nervous tic that he had. He had no idea what this session would be like. He hadn't ever been with this doctor before and it was going to be a new experience. <br><br>"Alright," he said, anxious about revisiting his past.<br><br>The worry showed on his face, a slight tension between his eyebrows, coming together a bit before deciding that Dr. Crane knew best and relaxing once again. He could feel a quiet sort of contentment start to spread over him, the tea helping that, feeling quite peaceful. <br><br>He brushed some hair out of his eyes. It came just about to his shoulders, framing a delicate face, folding a long leg over the other. <br><br>"Let's get started, I guess." Quinn was a bit anxious about this, but he did his best to relax entirely, letting the tension drain from his body, settling back into the chair, hands folded neatly atop each other, index finger slowly it's compulsive tapping.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:40:35</strong>
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				Jonathan smiled. Quinn seemed impressionable and willing. They were both excellent attributes for mind control. He didn’t need any of the social psychology to get this done.<br><br>“Now&nbsp; Quinn, I’m going to take you through some relaxation techniques.” Crane looked at the half empty cup of tea. It was enough serum to get him under in a few minutes.<br><br>“We’re going to probe your mind and take you to a safe place. We won’t do any aggressive therapy today and make you relive anything unpleasant. I just want to make sure that you feel comfortable with me.” Jonathan leaned in closer.<br><br>“I want you to close your eyes. Relax your muscles.” He spoke softly. Yoga for beginners. While it was true yoga was shown to be beneficial, Dr. Crane used it as a guise.<br><br>“Breath in and out through your nose, keep your heat inside. Deep breaths.” <br><br>He watched Quinn’s chest rise and fall.<br><br>“Good, now picture yourself going limp. Start with your toes, they’re sinking into the couch. Now your quads and glutes. Your pelvis melts into the cushy couch. Your vertebrae one at a time. Your neck relaxes and your head sinks further back. Your throat opens and your jaw relaxes and moves back. Your eyes roll back into their sockets. Your forehead…”<br><br>Jonathan Crane watched as Quinn continued to relax.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:13:35</strong>
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				Quinn nodded and then shut his eyes. He felt...heavy. He didn't know anything about the serum in the cup of tea, but he felt as though his body were made of lead but that he was floating at the same time. He felt a bit better hearing that they wouldn't be doing any aggressive therapy today, and that he'd be in a safe place. He felt as though he could be safe here. He certainly liked the aura that this man exuded more than he'd liked the doctors at Arkham. Dr. Crane was so...calm. <br><br>His breathing became more and more regular, and quite quickly his body went limp, extremely sensitive to drugs. It didn't take much to put him out, and his lips parted, breathing deep and even. A slim hand fell off of his lap to drip over the side of the couch with his fingertips dangling limply.<br><br>His finger twitched and then fell completely still once again. <br><br>His eyes rolled back, eyes shutting, head tilting to the side. A slim strand of hair fell over his pale face and brushed his pink lips, parted as he breathed deeply. <br><br>He couldn't move, his body was utterly limp, completely open to whatever Dr. Crane wanted to do to him. <br><br>[Guh. Sorry that post wasn't great.]
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:34:19</strong>
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				&lt;no worries, it's their first time anyway...pretty vanilla&gt;<br><br>It was easier than he thought. Quinn was out. He wasn’t passed out, he was in a deep transient meditation. Just for safety Dr. Crane stood up and walked over the armoire. He took out a simple apparatus designed to shoot a targeted mist of mind control serum. The chemist bent over the coma induced twink and shot the mist into his face.<br><br>Smiling, he returned the “gun” to its proper home. Dr. Crane walked over to the kitchenette and took a drink of water. He returned to his desk and carefully took off his glasses. He also left Dr. Jonathan Crane.<br><br>Scarecrow looked down over the somber Quinn.<br><br>“Quinn,” His voice was caressing, made even more so by the delirium inducing drugs.<br><br>“Quinn…you’re getting so warm. It’s okay to get comfortable.” Scarecrow ran a finger over Quinn’s clothed body. “You need to cool down. You’re warm, cooling down will make you more comfortable.”<br><br>Scarecrow watched as Quinn’s eyebrow furrowed and his face flushed slightly.<br><br>“Use your hands. Cool down.”<br><br>He watched as Quinn’s hands moved over his body.<br><br>“That’s it, take them off.” Scarecrow smiled. The villain’s hand made its way down his own body, outlining sensitive areas. “Wipe the heat off your body.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:49:30</strong>
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				Quinn's face turned slightly after the mist was sprayed in his face, though his lips parted a bit farther and formed a sweet little 'O', taking in a deep breath as the doctor moved back to put the 'gun' back in its home. He moved slightly on the seat when told that he was hot and shifted a tiny bit.<br><br>His free will went with his proper consciousness, a shiver running down his spine, moving a bit on the couch.<br><br>His own hand followed the finger running down his body, eyebrows furrowing briefly, letting his fingertips graze over his chest. His hands grazed over the graceful line of his chest, hesitating at his hips, making soft wiping motions that didn't quite seem to move that heat off of his body. <br><br>First his fingers moved to the buttons, undoing his shirt, letting it open. His collarbones were defined on the slim chest, nipples pink, dusky, hardening in the chill of the room. His fingertips brushed his nipples and he squirmed, legs parting slightly, pushing the shirt aside, now wearing just his jeans. There. The heat seemed to lessen, ever so slightly, as though a bit of it had evaporated.<br><br>He still couldn't quite get it away, though, and following what his brain had always known - where heat always pooled - he began to feel the first stages of arousal. A tiny pleading noise escaped those parted lips, head tilting to the side, revealing the side of his slim throat. <br><br>His belt was undone, then, and the button on his jeans. The waistband of deep red cotton boxers - oddly enough matching his scarf - showed. He squirmed and made another pleading noise, asking for help getting rid of the heat, fingers clenching briefly on the couch. He was utterly under Scarecrow's spell.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 03:22:37</strong>
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				“All of it Quinn. You’re almost cool enough. You can do it.” Scarecrow licked his finger and then traced around&nbsp; Quinn’s nipple, moistening it. <br><br>Bending down the alter ego of Dr. Jonathan Crane blew on Quinn’s exposed flesh.<br><br>“So hot Quinn,” his voice was a mere whisper. “Take it off. Wipe the heat off your body.” Scarecrow’s eyes were on fire with power.<br><br>He watched as the drug induced Quinn tucked his fingers under the waist of his pants.<br><br>“Yes Quinn, cool off.” Scarecrow now knelt next to the subconscious Quinn. He flicked his tongue out and ran it around Quinn’s navel. With total control, he once again blew softly. Quinn needed to remove the pants himself. It would give total control. "Arch your back and take the heat off, Quinn. Relax, cool down."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 03:36:41</strong>
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				Quinn let out a plaintive moan as Scarecrow's dextrous finger traced around his nipple, breath coming in tiny little pants, body so responsive and free under the influence of the drugs. His eyelids fluttered and then his hands ran down his sides, sliding his boxers down, no hint of that usual shyness other than a bit of slowness as he slid the jeans and boxers over his knees, then let them pool on the floor. His whole body was revealed, then, utterly flawless and unmarked, as though he had never been touched before, never been taken.<br><br>His pale thighs were slightly parted, delicate ankles turned slightly in, hard length lying flat against his stomach. "Ah..." it wasn't quite a word but it was clearly a sound full of need, begging for attention to relieve him, that heat still pooled in his groin. <br><br>He relaxed when told, though, naturally tendency to obedience shining through beautifully.<br><br>"Ah..." this time the sound was a bit more quiet, hands going limp once more. He would do absolutely anything that he was told. <br><br>He <em>liked</em> being controlled. Even when conscious, life was so much easier when someone was taking care of him, telling him what to do. That's how he'd grown up, and he liked waking up knowing that he'd just have to do as he was told, and not worry about things. He could function perfectly well on his own but it wasn't entirely his preference.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 04:48:34</strong>
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				Quinn’s delicious body squirmed on the couch next to Scarecrow. Without even touching him, Scarecrow’s loin ached. Slowly, he continued to press himself. “Itch, it itches Quinn.” Scarecrow whispered.<br><br>He traced along Quinn’s naked torso and stopped just at the tip of his pubic hair. “It itches all over. Stop the itching. Gentle scratches. Don’t hurt yourself.” Scarecrow mimicked the itches, soft gentle touches. <br><br>“Carefully itch Quinn.” The pale skin wriggled on the couch. “Trace down your body Quinn, stop the itches.”<br><br>He watched as nimble fingers ran across Quinn’s flesh. “Good Quinn.” Scarecrow bent down and blew on flesh. “Ask for help, I can help you itch, but you have to want it.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 15:02:08</strong>
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				Quinn's pale legs parted a bit more, long fingers running down his body, gently scratching, running down along his side and then pausing at his hip, tracing up and along the long line of his throat, back down to his thighs where his fingers spread over his hips, his legs, parting and carressing. <br><br>Each breath of air over his skin was agonizingly arousing with his body in this suggestive state. He was utterly open to everything that Scarecrow did to him.<br><br>He had no idea that the man above him was one of Gotham's most twisted villains.<br><br>No, he moved on the couch, then his hand rose slightly, wrist turning to beckon shyly to Scarecrow. "Please," he whispered, eyelids flickering, "Please help me...help make it feel better..." <br><br>His let out a soft moan of discomfort as though he couldn't quite escape the feeling itching over his skin. He wanted the doctor to make it better.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 17:46:37</strong>
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				Scarecrow looked at the clock. He didn’t have too much time left for this first session. The serum required gradual introduction or it would prove to be too shocking to the lad.<br><br>“Calm down Quinn. You’re calm. Everything is safe.” Scarecrow ran the palm of his hand gently over Quinn’s torso, lifting the itching sensation. “It’s gone. I took it away. You asked me to take it and I made it feel all better.<br><br>He then lifted his long middle finger and sucked it, getting it good and wet. “Relax Quinn,” Scarecrow traced his middle finger around the hidden puckered hole of the hypnotic Quinn. One way to increase the tolerance to the serum was to add a bit of the specimen to it.<br><br>“Keep breathing deeply Quinn. In and out. Ring those lungs out like sponges. Calm.” Scarecrow gently pressed against the chute and the tip of his finger passed the barrier. “Breathe and enjoy.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:09:02</strong>
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				Oh, and he did enjoy. He was more than willing to accept that Dr. Crane - Scarecrow, rather - had taken the itching away. His breathing calmed slowly, squirming slowing a bit so that he was laid out peacefully, fully bare to the slightly older man's eyes. His breathing did increase, slightly, when he felt that long finger being to press against his entrance. His breathing hitched for a second but he was unable to stop himself from relaxing when he was told to do so.<br><br>His breathing deepened, being even, utterly calm. His face tipped to the side, lips parting, a plaintive little sound escaping, sounding almost like a word but not entirely clear. "You..." Quinn's voice trailed off again, tilting his hips slightly, relaxing his body and letting out a pleased little purr. <br><br>His whole body felt so relaxed.<br><br>He felt safer than he ever had before. There was none of that encroaching worry, that fear that began to overtake him, eating him from the inside out when he shut his eyes and went to sleep. He felt as though he were floating in a black space, like a giant pool, with Scarecrow's voice flowing over him and assuring him that everything was alright, taking control of his body. <br><br>Quinn's pale eyes fluttered again, as though his body was trying to wake up, but the drugs kept him fully under Scarecrow's spell. His hips wiggled slightly, fingers clenching on the couch.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:51:42</strong>
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				Scarecrow smiled. It wasn’t the warm smile of Dr. Jonathan Crane, but the sadistic grin of darkness. His eyes looked wild as he studied the lithe body strewn before him.<br><br>“So relaxed Quinn. Letting go of tension, opening up.” With the last word he pushed further in with his middle finger. It was warm inside, warm and tight. Scarecrow carefully prodded the tender flesh inside searching for the magic spot.<br><br>Finding the sensitive gland he massaged it firmly. Using his free hand, he grabbed the half full tea cup. He emptied the contents into a small fishbowl on the coffee table.<br><br>Scarecrow milked Quinn, tapping into his body. He needed the precious juice to add to his serum. “Total relaxation Quinn, total release.” Scarecrow once again blew on Quinn’s pale flesh. “Don’t stop breathing, deep breaths.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 20:10:23</strong>
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				"Oh!" Quinn's voice was surprised, pleased, a soft little coo of sound as the older man's finger pressed into his body and began searching for that spot. A long, drawn out whimper showed him exactly when he found it, lifting his hips and writhing atop the seat. His breathing didn't quite follow the pattern that Dr. Crane set out, coming in soft and rapid pants, the occasional sweet sound escaping. His fingers clenched on the coucch, lips parted, cheeks taking on a bright flush to match the one that the chilly wind had given him earlier.<br><br>He came hard, hips jerking, seed spraying out onto his stomach which clenched tightly as his whole body went rigid and hard and then relaxed, slowly, muscle by muscle until he was lying limp and trembling ever so faintly with his eyes still shut. <br><br>His eyelids fluttered again, a bit more insistently, body trying to wake up from the drugs.<br><br>Scarecrow's breath over his skin had him writhing, still, though his body was starting to go utterly still. His relaxation was complete, Scarecrow's spell over him quite effective. He had no idea what was happening to him. It would all be a blur when he woke.<br><br>"Mmmah..."<br><br>His head turned again, eyelids fluttering though showing only the whites of his eyes, mind trying to wake him. It was never a good thing when one couldn't wake in his world. Usually it mean that you'd been drugged, mugged, and probably raped. He didn't know just how true that was, though. Didn't know what he was subjecting himself to by attending his meetings with Dr. Crane.<br><br>His hair was slightly mussed, so soft, pillowing his head comfortably.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 01:08:11</strong>
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				“Relax Quinn, you’re safe. It all feels better.” Scarecrow continued to milk the gland hidden inside Quinn’s ass. Unable to resist, Scarecrow flicked his tongue across the slowly leaking head. Perfection.<br><br>After orgasm Quinn would feel unbelievably relaxed. Dr. Crane would wake him. For now Scarecrow had to create a dream of relaxation. “Breathe deeply Quinn, all the way in, all the way out.” His finger gently raked across the prostate.<br><br>Carefully edging the cub against Quinn’s cock Scarecrow caught a drop of precum. It wasn’t at potent, but maybe there would be some left over after mixing the serum.<br><br>“You feel pleasure, you feel calm, you feel release.” Scarecrow whispered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 02:47:46</strong>
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				Quinn's body twitched slightly with pleasure, but that relaxation began to settle in once again, sinking deep down into him, making him shut his eyes entirely and go limp. He felt so...good. The pleasure of a fantastic orgasm paired with his exhaustion from many sleepless nights made him curl up against the smooth fabric of the seat, limp, breathing even and coming in predictable, steady lungfuls of air. He was like a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune that Scarecrow played. <br><br>His slim legs turned in slightly, almost shyly, though he was barely conscious of it. He was utterly relaxed, now, safe and warm and content. It was as though nothing bad could touch him. How Dr. Crane had done it, he didn't know, but he felt as though there was nothing bad that could get to him.<br><br>His mind seemed to be blank and far away and each suggestion from Scarecrow sank in deeply.<br><br>A faint smile toyed at the edge of his lips, a visible representation of his pleasure, his relaxation. <br><br>Utterly naked, he felt safer here than he ever had anywhere else. Some barely-conscious part of his mind registered this, remembered it, remembered this office as a safe space. It was unknown to him that the entire thing was drug-induced and that Scarecrow had much darker plans for this young man. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 02:55:25</strong>
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				Scarecrow collected each droplet of the precious juice into the teacup. A small trail coated the side. Taking the same long finger that found its way up Quinn’s ass, Scarecrow traced the side of the cup and then licked the finger. Pure ecstasy.<br><br>Standing up, the mad chemist walked over to the armoire. “Feeling cool Quinn, you’ve taken too much off. Feeling too cool.” As he spoke he carefully poured the cum into a vial and secured it with a top. He took the cup over to the sink and washed it out, replacing it with a half glass of luke warm tea.<br><br>He looked frustrated at the boy on the couch who was having difficulty getting his shirt on. “Christ,” he cursed. Scarecrow moved over to the couch. “Ask me to help, Quinn. Ask nicely.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:05:53</strong>
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				Quinn murmured a soft little sigh when Scarecrow removed the finger from his body, relaxing back onto the couch, content to just stay there forever. Suddenly, though, he was too cool. It was unpleasant, chilly, and he wanted to get warm. He needed more clothes. He reached down and let his fingers trail along the ground, picking up his shirt. He couldn't quite manipulate his fingers through, head drooping as he tried to sit up, struggling visibly to get the shirt fully on. He managed to get each hand through the shirt cuff, but couldn't shrug it up. <br><br>"Please," Quinn's lips seemed to be having a bit of trouble forming the words but he licked them and he tried again, words coming out a bit more clearly this time, "Please, Doctor..." his voice carressed that word, asking as nicely as he had been taught to - which included a softly lilting tone that was vaguely sexual in nature. <br><br>"Help me get warm..." Quinn's lips tilted up a bit farther on one side than the other, a charmingly crooked smile with his shirt falling off of his shoulders, head tilting back until he thumped back to lying on the seat, seemingly happy to just lie there with his shirt half on for a moment before reaching down and pulling his boxers on. He did manage to get those on, as well as his socks, but was still without jeans and a buttoned shirt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:23:54</strong>
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				“Good boy Quinn.” Scarecrow’s fingers nimbly helped pull on Quinn’s shirt and pants. “Button your shirt Quinn.” Scarecrow made short work of Quinn’s pants, being sure to reach in and touch any final trickling gooiness and bring it to his lips. <br><br>Watching Quinn button the shirt Scarecrow returned to his desk. He ran his fingers through his hair and put his glasses back on. He sat in the chair beside the couch.<br><br>“Quinn, sit down, it’s time for you to come back. When you wake you’ll feel refreshed and relieved. Focus on your breath, 10, breath in, 9, breath out…” Dr. Crane continued to count down until 0. “Quinn, time to wake up.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:58:52</strong>
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				Quinn's fingers made quick work of the buttons once the order came, securing it, smoothing his collar in what was clearly an instinctual move. Quinn settled back, relaxing, eyes shut and face peaceful once more. It was like coming up from a dark lake. At first there was no light, no nothing, then he was aware only of Scarecrow's voice, fading away into Dr. Crane's, eyelids fluttering. It was like rising up and having water break over his head; suddenly he was aware of Dr. Crane's voice paired with the soft sound of cars rolling along far out on the street, the gentle hum of electronics and lighting. <br><br>His eyes opened, then, pupils focusing as he blinked slowly when he turned to Dr. Crane. His whole body was...God, it was so heavy. In a good way. Like he'd had a great sleep. He felt less fatigued, more relaxed, a bit more open. <br><br>He looked up at Dr. Crane, then, stretching slightly. "I feel so relaxed," he said softly, "Rested." Quinn sounded surprised, clearly not used to feeling that way. <br><br>He blinked a few times and then sat up, swinging long legs over the edge of the long seat, facing the doctor. "Dr. Crane?" Quinn asked slowly, "I haven't felt this good in...in years, really. I get these..." he didn't really know what prompted his telling the Doctor about this except for the fact that he just felt so calm. Like he'd been drained and then filled back up again, "I get these night terrors. I was wondering...do you have any...I don't know, tips, or medicines, or...anything? Or am I allowed to call at night?" Quinn's cheeks flushed, then, "I don't want to bother you. I guess I'm just used to having people around me all the time." At Arkham, there were twenty-four hour nurses. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:12:07</strong>
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				Dr. Jonathan Crane smiled brightly. “Quinn, I’ll do more.” He stood up and walked over to a cabinet near the armoire. He pulled out keys and unlocked it in a very official-like manner. He grabbed a box of pills. Crane then walked to his desk and grabbed a piece of paper.<br><br>“Quinn, this is a very mild benzodiazepine. It will help you sleep.” He handed the box. “Only take one and bring the box back to your next appointment so I can check. I don’t want to worry about you.” He smiled warmly. The benzodiazepine would also help in filling Quinn’s body with latent drugs.<br><br>He then handed the paper to Quinn. It was a card. “On this card are my home telephone number, cell, home address, and emergency pager. You call any of the numbers at any time. I’m here to help you.” Dr. Crane put a hand on Quinn’s shoulder.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:25:53</strong>
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				"Thank you," Quinn said, taking the small box, turning it between his fingers slowly. He then took the numbers, tucking them carefully into his pocket so that he wouldn't lose either the box or the phone numbers. "I'll do my best not to bother you," Quinn said, softly, though a look of concern flitted over his face briefly. "I can't really...help myself, I guess. These night terrors just come and I can't stop them. It'll be nice to have something to help with them," he said as he tapped the box in his appointment. <br><br>"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, then, I guess..." Quinn offered another little half smile, winding the crimson scarf around his pale neck. He almost didn't want to go home. It was so much more peaceful here. When he got home, he'd have to deal with the issues that threatened to rise, the memories that just wouldn't stay buried deep down. <br><br>No. <br><br>He very consciously cleared his mind of any of that, offering a small smile before turning to the door, small box outlined in the camel colored wool of his coat pocket. He waved goodbye, after thanking Dr. Crane once more, then let himself out and decided to walk home.<br><br>It was a nice neighborhood. Dr. Crane must have a fair amount of money to dress as well as he did and to have such a nice office in an upscale neighborhood like this. After walking for quite a while, Quinn turned then let himself into his apartment, ducking under the low-hanging eaves that no one over five foot tall could pass without a problem, heading up to his own door. <br><br>After letting himself in he made some chicken, put on the television, and sat down to relax for a few hours. He wasn't really sure what he did with the time, just milled about reading, watching mindless television programs, fiddled with setting up some electronics and gave up. He'd have to go look for a proper job soon. It wasn't money that was an issue - some old 'friends' had assured that he had a fairly decent bank account - it was the need to have something to do during the day. When dark came, though, that familiar darkness began to set in at the corners of his eyes.<br><br>Managing to walk over to the bed Quinn undressed and lay under the covers, fully naked, eyes wide open. He didn't want to sleep. Dear God, he didn't want to sleep. He tucked Dr. Crane's number under the cellphone on his bedside table but he didn't want to use it. If he slept, he'd have a nightmare. He was certain of it. If he could just keep his eyes open until morning came...then his thoughts faded and blackness overtook him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:34:31</strong>
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				Dr. Crane watched the petite ass that walked through the door. As it closed his smile disappeared. He sighed, almost in disgust. Turning to his armoire he once again smiled.<br><br>Opening the armoire he looked down at the cloudy liquid in a vial. “My Quinn’s juice.” He picked up the vial and watched the cum coat the sides. It would require some in depth chemistry, but he was up to the task. His home lab was well equipped to rise to the occasion.<br><br>Dr. Crane smiled even wider. Every other pill in the box included a psychiatric active component. Quinn would get some sleep, but would also experience a few nightmares. It was delicious.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:44:09</strong>
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				Quinn's sleep was, at first, peaceful. He'd taken just one pill, as instructed, and it seemed to be helping. He got about an hour and a half of solid sleep before he began to hear a dripping sound. Persistent, it continued, the sound of something a bit thicker than water splashing on a concrete floor. Over and over and over again. <br><br>"Well, lookee here. Lookit what yer daddy did-" that thick, grinding voice that he couldn't put a face to, and then the sight of one bare foot dangling form the kitchen table, blood dripping down the apron hem and trailing off of a small, white foot with his mother's golden ankle bracelet - <br><br>His eyes snapped open, breath coming in great ragged gasps. He couldn't look up, he couldn't complete the image, if he did, he'd, he'd-<br><br>His hand reached out instinctively, body beginning to tremble, teeth chattering. They sounded like many rapid little raindrops hitting the ground. Like blood hitting linoleum. He tried three times to call Dr. Crane but failed, finally managing to get the number right, listening to the dial tone.<br><br>Quinn was just short of sobbing, his breath coming in great gasps, frame trembling so hard that the phone was clattering in his own slim hand. "D-Dr. C-C-Crane..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:34:02</strong>
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				It took a little of this and a little of that. If there was a true mad scientist’s lab it belonged to Scarecrow. Half was mad scientist and half was dominator. He was an expert at both.<br><br>Scarecrow swore as his cell phone went off. “What the fuck?” If anyone was near he would have swung out and done some damage. He walked over to the phone on the table. It was Quinn’s number. <br><br>Dr. Crane answered the phone, “Quinn? What’s wrong?” He could already hear the panic.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:47:01</strong>
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				"I..." the only sound that Quinn managed to make then was a soft whining sound. He shut his lips tightly, tried to still his shaking, calm himself. He didn't want to act like a child but the fear made him so...helpless. So utterly overwhelmed by everything going on around him. That one image, playing over in his head, followed by even worse ones that he knew would come if he let them but he couldn't do that. "I...the medicine, it didn't stop...I had a nightmare, and I can't...oh, God, I can't..." <br><br>Quinn tried to say that he couldn't breathe properly past the panic welling up in his throat but all that came out was a few choked gasps and then momentary silence as he tried to get himself under control, hysteria rising rapidly now that he was alone, utterly alone with the darkness of his apartment pressing in all around him like some terrible undulating monster, "I can't sleep! I can't sleep here, I can't...I can't ever sleep, goddamnit, when I do, these nightmares, they...God..." Quinn buried his head in his hands, almost at the point of tears, emotional state more than fragile paired with his lack of sleep and the panic rising from his nightmare. <br><br>"I have to...I can't be here alone, please, can I...can I see you? Just for a bit, just a few minutes, it's just..." another few gulps to get much-needed air into his lungs, "There's no one here and...Goddamnit, I have to walk past the kitchen..." there was a definite, audible thread of hysteria in his voice, then, voice shaking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 06:14:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was working faster than Dr. Crane predicted. He licked his lips. “Shh, Quinn, it’s all right. I’m going to send over a driver to get you.” He looked around at the room and his clothes. He was a mess. “I’ll be here right when the door opens. You’re going to stay here.”<br><br>Jonathan Crane lived in a house, no a mansion, that rivaled Wayne Manor. In fact, they owned adjacent lots. “My driver’s name is Sigmund. He’s a real nice man and he’ll help bring you to me.” <br><br>“I need you to pack everything you can. You’re going to stay with me until you get through this.” Dr. Crane said softly. “We’ll do this together.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 06:26:49</strong>
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				Slowly, very slowly, Quinn's breathing started to calm, to even out a little bit. Relief crept into his voice and the slow and soothing tone that Dr. Crane used was enough to set his shaken nerves down, smoothing them out to the state they'd been in before he'd gone to sleep, allowing him to reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. "O-Okay...Th-thanks..." <br><br>Quinn got up, thinking of nothing but packing, after telling Dr. Crane that he'd see him in a few minutes. He tossed most of his clothes into an expensive leather suitcase, heaps of expensive shirts and sweaters and jeans and underwear. He went into the bathroom and added his toothbrush and hairbrush to the pile, along with some cologne and some deodorant. That seemed like everything he'd need. <br><br>Now he just had to go downstairs.<br><br>With a hefty pile of books in his bag as well he shrugged on the closet clothes - a pair of soft black pajama pants and a loose, worn green sweater that made his eyes even brighter, tugging on his camel-colored coat. He ran, literally ran, past the kitchen. He almost burst into tears as he did it.<br><br>He was convinced that some spectre of his past would come and get him.<br><br>He waited outside for Sigmund, coat tightly shut, shivering slightly though far more than would be warranted by the simple cold. He shot into the car almost immediately, letting Sigmund take the bag, knees tucked up under his coat as he waited to get to Dr. Crane. As long as he got to Dr. Crane, he'd be okay. He'd left his medicines in the apartment but he couldn't bring himself to go get them, along with his cellphone. Maybe tomorrow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 20:30:59</strong>
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				Scarecrow had a lightened mood as he continued to clean up his evening’s affairs. Another particularly aggressive client was moving onto the next phase of ‘therapy’ and a particularly potent concoction was ready. Perhaps Quinn should meet him? Scarecrow smiled. The psychotic rapist would salivate for the little Quinn.<br><br>“Rogers, Jung, Bandura!” Scarecrow was a traditional madman. He so renamed his workers in his image, many of them being past patients. Each was given a moniker of a famous psychologist. It was like the good ol’ days of crime. Not the techno-driven boring cyber crimes.<br><br>“We’ll be having a long-term guest staying with us. He’s to be left in the dark. He’s to be your little master and you will serve him in his needs.” Scarecrow’s eyes squinted in hate. “You’ve served me well, don’t fuck it up.”<br><br>Meanwhile…<br><br>A lean black limousine pulled up to escort Quinn to the Crane estate. Sigmund was the antithesis to his namesake Sigmund Freud. He was in his mid-20s, blond hair blue eyed, and seemed to be bulging muscles under his suit.<br><br>“Master Quinn?” His voice and demeanor were also an antithesis to his stature. He was gentle and melodic. “Dr. Crane sent me to help.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:38:44</strong>
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				Quinn was more than happy to dart around Sigmund to the car door, quivering slightly, dark hair whipping across his face with the autumn wind and the fear still radiating up and down his spine. "Take me to Dr. Crane. Please," he added afterwards, wanting to be polite as possible. He didn't want to be rude, even if he was scared. <br><br>No knowledge of Scarecrow, no knowledge of the darker things waiting for him lay behind those pale green eyes. He merely reached out, picked his bag up, and set it by his feet once he got in the car.<br><br>He left his coat on, wrapping it tightly around him, shivering and shutting his eyes.<br><br>He wanted to be near Dr. Crane.<br><br>Dr. Crane would make things better. Dr. Crane would make that horrible memory go away, and he'd be able to feel safe. He wasn't quite certain why he was so convinced of that fact but he was, utterly convinced that Dr. Crane would make him safe again.<br><br>He had no idea that he was running straight into Scarecrow's waiting arms. <br><br>"Please, can you...can you drive quickly? I need to see him." Quinn wanted medicine, wanted...anything. His hands were shaking badly and his face had lost what little color it usually had.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:52:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Of course, Master Quinn, I’ll get you there safely.” Sigmund said with a kind smile.<br><br>Dr. Crane waited patiently on the front steps of his palatial estate. He was dressed in a suit, as he always was. His hair perfectly coiffed and his glasses absolutely perpendicular to the ground. The psychiatrist was a model of perfection. <br><br>The limousine made its way up the drive at a rapid pace. A cool autumn wind followed it and Dr. Crane momentarily felt a chill. The front door to the car opened and Sigmund walked around to let Quinn out. Dr. Crane was ready.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:59:19</strong>
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				Quinn tried to be as put together as he could be as he exited the car, giving Sigmund a polite nod and a weak smile, so much more relaxed when he saw Dr. Crane. His eyes darted up, though, to the massive estate. "Is this your home? It's beautiful..." Quinn said softly, admiringly. He had never been in a home this nice. Even the richest thugs in his neighborhood just had seedily appointed homes with as much glitz and glam stuffed into a shitty warehouse as they could, rather than a proper uptown mansion like this.<br><br>Mr. Wayne probably lived in a house like this. <br><br>God, what did Dr. Crane do? Was he an inventor, or something? An heir? How had he gotten this much money?<br><br>He pushed those thoughts away, though, taking a few steps closer to Dr. Crane with that weak smile still on his face, trying to be friendly and pleasant, eyes still gleaming with fear. "I know I shouldn't have bothered you. I just...I had this nightmare, and it..." Quinn's throat seized up, and he couldn't force the memory out into words, "It wasn't good," he finished, quietly, hoarsely. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:05:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane smiled warmly and nodded for Sigmund to take the bag. “Quinn, this is your home too.” He motioned for the youngster to follow. “I have to tell you that this is usually not proper for a medical professional such as myself to directly take in a patient.” He looked at Sho’s face.<br><br>“Oh, don’t worry,” Jonathan put a hand on Quinn’s lithe shoulder. “I’ve decided that I’m going to be your benefactor. You will be my ward. I will protect you and ensure that one day you will live just as I.” Dr. Crane ironically spoke from the truth. The ride getting there might kill Quinn, but it would be worth it.<br><br>“Would you like that?” He asked.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:10:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn looked up uncertainly, scanning the house. It was huge. And dark. Who knew what terrible things were lurking in there? Then again, Dr. Crane was clearly fit to take care of him. To watch after him and make sure that he'd be safe and well-cared for for as long as he lived.<br><br>In return, he was sure that he'd have to do something, but he was used to making deals. Selling what he could in order to live happily. <br><br>"Alright," he said with a smile, "That would be amazing. If you're willing to take me on, of course, I mean...obviously, I don't want to be a bother..." he moved a bit closer, though, seeming to take comfort simply from Dr. Crane's presence. <br><br>"If there's anything I can do to pay you back...I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do," Quinn offered, experimentally. He doubted a doctor as well established as Dr. Crane was gay, or single, but it couldn't hurt to throw that general net out there. He really would do whatever Dr. Crane wanted, and in return Dr. Crane could take that offer to mean as much or as little as he'd like it to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:05:12</strong>
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				Jonathan Crane smiled. “You’re an eager one.” He chuckled showing Quinn around. “If you need anything, just ask. I have many staff here and you’ll eventually learn who they are. Sigmund who you met will take you wherever you want.”<br><br>The estate was magnificent. It had all of the old world charm combined with modern amenities. “While you’re here Quinn, you will receive a proper education and I will take you up on working.”<br><br>A large hall spanned before them. Mirrors flanked one side and life size portraits flanked the other. “My room is at the end of this hall.” He motioned for Quinn to follow. “Your room is two doors before mine.”<br><br>“Tomorrow I want to talk about what makes you happy, what you like to do for hobbies. I think we can find a job out of one of them.” Dr. Crane smiled and opened the door to Quinn’s room. It was expansive and moderately decorated. It wasn’t ostentatious like some mansion rooms could be. “I hope you like it. Tomorrow I’ll have the staff work with you to change whatever you want.” He put a hand again on Quinn’s shoulder. “You should rest now.” He took a pill out of his pocket. “This will help.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:31:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn followed him about the house, looking around slowly, biting his bottom lip when he saw the home's interior. It was absolutely magnificent. Even the furniture looked like art. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to sleep in a house like that, but according to Dr. Crane he was. He was going to be given a proper education - his formal education hadn't even included a highschool graduation - and he was going to work for Dr. Crane. His room was beautiful, too, decorated just perfectly to make him feel comfortable.<br><br>He took the pill and looked at it, swallowing. "Will I have more nightmares?" Quinn's voice came out soft, but hoarse. "I can't...I can't go back to sleep if I'm gonna have another nightmare." He'd end up in Dr. Crane's room. No simple door would keep him out.<br><br>Not from where he'd been raised.<br><br>He'd get through just about any lock in a few seconds flat and he'd be at Dr. Crane's side, asking for support silently, soothing himself in the presence of that dominant personality. He tilted his face up, looking up at the taller doctor, eyes falling again to focus on the slightly gangly arm reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "I guess I'll go try and rest," he mumbled, but he didn't want to go and be alone. At Arkham, the nurses would stay with him for hours. He didn't want to seem like a coward, though. <br><br>He would have to suck it up and deal with it. <br><br>Turning towards the bedroom, he walked inside, looking back over his shoulder at the doctor and smiling once more. "Thank you, again. I'll do whatever I can to pay you back for this. This is...it's really generous. I really appreciate it." <br><br>He ran his fingers through his hair, walking towards the bed, tugging his green sweater off. He had on just his black cotton pajama pants now, feet bare, sitting on the edge of the bed briefly and looking at the pill resting in the palm of his hand, debating taking it. He tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it dry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:43:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane watched Quinn move over to the bed and look at it tentatively. “Quinn, would you like me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” Jonathan had to force off a raging erection. “I wouldn’t mind.”<br><br>It was too easy. Soon the little puppy would be a member of the team, albeit his personal hole. Dr. Crane imagined if the mutt really would do well as an apprentice. He decided to let Scarecrow consider it later.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:51:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn nodded, shyly tucking some hair back behind his ear, slipping under the covers. Now that the doctor had offered to stay with him, some of that tension drained out of his body. It'd been so hard, lately. Not only was he having to adjust to being back in the real world, he was having to deal with his nightmares. Now he was living with someone who could take care of him, though. In return he'd offer Dr. Crane his unerring loyalty and whatever skills he could offer, though he doubted that Dr. Crane would want his skills. Working his body, lockpicking, stealing, lying, cheating. He could do all of that and more. <br><br>But would Dr. Crane be able to actually do anything with him? <br><br>Actually be able to help cure him?<br><br>He didn't care so much about being fully cured so long as he was helped out by Dr. Crane and Dr. Crane helped him deal with those nightmares. <br><br>He lay his head back on the pillows, relaxing, slipping fully under the covers and then shifting so that he was curling up as close to Dr. Crane as he could without really touching him, looking up at him. He was uncertain about making that last reach out, of touching Dr. Crane.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 17:29:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane sat on the side of the bed and watched Quinn close his eyes. The psychiatrist gently caressed Quinn’s bare arm. “Just relax,” Dr. Crane smiled. That pill would knock him out completely. “I’ll stay here.”<br><br>Jonathan shifted on the bed to accommodate his gorging member. He could almost smell the fear in the air. Ironically Quinn didn’t fear him, he feared everything else. “Just dream.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 20:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn relaxed into the bedding as Dr. Crane caressed his arm up and down gently, stroking him into a deep sleep. The medicines kicked in and his body went limp, breathing becoming deep and solid and even, his eyes shut as he fell into a fairly dreamless sleep. He could sense bad dreams lurking at the back of his consciousness, nudging at him, but he moved his body a bit so that he was even closer to the doctor. <br><br>He felt much better when he was pressed close to the Doctor, shifting his head so that it rested just against Dr. Crane's chest, seemingly soothed by being able to hear his breathing and heartbeat. He slept so much better when he had someone in bed with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 21:54:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathan reached into his pocket carefully and pulled out a small sprayer. It looked harmless enough – Binaca or something. He smiled at his precious sleeping Quinn. Dr. Crane’s finger gently traced along the sleeping jaw line. The other hand moved up and spritz Quinn’s nose with a mist.<br><br>Scarecrow’s finger wanted to trace the inside of Quinn once again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 00:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn sniffed slightly when the doctor sprayed the mist up, taking in a deep breath in response, wiggling on the bed. His mind began to drop away from him a bit, then a bit more, until his body relinquished control over to Dr. Crane. He relaxed, tension draining out of his body, head flopping to one side. His body was entirely open to suggestions, and his lips moved slowly to mouth Dr. Crane's name. <br><br>[Guh. Sorry that was so short.]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 01:21:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Quinn, you’re getting warm again.” Scarecrow smiled hypnotically at the writhing lad next to him. He tapped a button on his watch summoning a special assistant. “I’ll help you.” Scarecrow took the blanket off and began to peel Quinn’s clothes off.<br><br>Silently the door opened and in stepped Jung. <br><br>Jung was about the same age as Quinn and Scarecrow’s special pet. The evil mastermind had a kinky idea and kink was his favorite topic. He motioned to Jung to undress. The young man knew not to question Scarecrow…Dr. Crane, perhaps, but definitely not Scarecrow. <br><br>Jung slowly pulled his shirt over his head revealing his smooth body and tattooed arm. He shucked his pants into a clump. Finally he pulled down his underwear revealing a completely hairless form, save the spiked blond hair on the top of his head.<br><br>At the same time Scarecrow had Quinn down to nothing and was tracing a nipple with his finger. He motioned for Jung to approach. Scarecrow’s eyes were enflamed and his pupils dilated. Using his free hand he traced a path to Quinn and made it clear Jung was to embrace the chemically hypnotized newbie. <br><br>Jung acquiesced. Quinn was striking and Jung feared Scarecrow. The henchman crawled onto the bed and wrapped his body around Quinn’s. Scarecrow removed his finger and replaced it with Jung’s.<br><br>Scarecrow moved off the bed and watched Jung grope Quinn. “Quinn, you’re safe, you’re loved. Grab out and love.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 18:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn's eyelids fluttered and he moved his hips to help Scarecrow slip his clothes off of his body. His dark hair framed his pale face, a face that was now utterly relaxed, not troubled by nightmares at all. His breath hitched when Scarecrow's long finger traced over his nipple, a faint smile touching his lips. He had always liked sex, and without anything to hold him back now that his inhibitions were utterly squashed down by the serum, he parted his legs for Jung. <br><br>His eyes opened, but the pupils were blown out and utterly dilated, completely under the control of the drugs. His lips grazed Jung's shoulder, tracing up to his neck, teeth gently pressing against the skin. His body molded to Jung's, enjoying the close physical contact because there was nothing in his mind to guide him but Scarecrow's words, and he reached out, puling Jung to him. <br><br>If he had been awake for this, he probably wouldn't have done this, but he was happy to accquiesce now that he didn't have to think.<br><br>"More..." he whispered, happy to give his body over to the pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 18:09:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You are so happy Quinn, it feels so good.” Scarecrow looked at Jung and nodded.<br><br>Jung began to hump Quinn’s leg while exploring naked flesh. For having such dark eyes with a matching demeanor Jung was being extra sensitive to Quinn. Jung hated him, he could already tell. Especially his twinkish figure which attracted Scarecrow. Jung was growing out of the look and while he was still in the inner sanctum, he was in a precarious position.<br><br>“Quinn, reach down. Feel the hardness.” Scarecrow smiled with malice.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 18:15:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn was small and unlike Quinn, he'd be able to maintain the slim figure that attracted Scarecrow, even as he got older. He'd never be particularly tall, or bulky, and he would easily remain closer to androgynous than hulkingly male. <br><br>Quinn's fingers grazed down over Jung's flesh, turning dilated eyes to Scarecrow, looking up at him. The pale green of his irises was barely visible under the black of his expanded, highly dilated pupils. <br><br>He reached down, fingertips a bit uncertain. Should he reach for Jung, or for himself? Somehow subconsciously seeking to please Scarecrow, he wrapped his fingers around Jung's hard shaft, stroking slowly, tightening his fingers gently to give the older man a good show. He wanted, more than anything, to please that powerful voice telling him what to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 20:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scarecrow beamed. “Good Quinn, you’re doing so well. You’re so pleasing.” <br><br>Jung continued to frott against Quinn while his hands found tender flesh and carefully seduced it. His tongue darted into Quinn’s ear and he licked the fragile bones. <br><br>“Quinn, harder so it can be felt.” Scarecrow was sadistic. “It’ll make it all better. Squeeze harder.”<br><br>Jung swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing. His hands momentarily stopped moving around Quinn’s body, but he knew better than to stop.<br><br>“Make it feel good, harder little Quinn.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 21:31:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn tightened his fingers almost painfully hard, moaning, dilated eyes shutting in pleasure as he felt Jung's slightly large body rubbing against his own and seducing him. He moaned softly, letting his lips press against Jung's shoulder, tasting the skin and pressing gentle kisses while his hand tightened even more according to Scarecrow's words. <br><br>He didn't realize that he might be hurting Jung. It was all Scarecrow, his body responding only to what Scarecrow was telling him. <br><br>"More..." <br><br>Quinn whispered, wanting to cum. He was getting closer and closer, naked body pressed up against Jung, moving his body as much as he could to give Jung more friction, rubbing himself against Jung's bare body. Slim arms wrapped around Jung, drawing him closer, dilated eyes turning towards Scarecrow, asking for what to do next, entirely willing to do what the doctor ordered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 21:56:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes Quinn, it’s feeling better.” Scarecrow moved closer to the bed and ran his finger up Quinn’s body, seductively edging the side of his painfully erect cock.<br><br>Scarecrow pointed to Quinn’s cock and Jung knew his order. The slim blond moved down Quinn’s body and took the cock in his mouth.<br><br>“You can release now Quinn. Put your hands down push yourself further into the hole and release it all.” <br><br>Jung’s eyes widened as his head was forced down on the rod. It touched the back of his throat and he nearly gagged.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 22:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn cried out when Scarecrow touched his cock. There was something about <em>that</em> hand touching, something so much better than Jung's. He wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure of a warm, wet hole. He thrust up and didn't like the resistance he met, clenching his fingers and tugging Jung down as hard as he could at Scarecrow's orders, crying out. <br><br>When he had Jung gasping around his cock he releasing, thrusting his hips up, bumping the back of his throat hard. He came, spraying his seed down Jung's throat, gripping him in place and refusing to let him go until he was utterly empty.<br><br>He then pushed Jung off of him, immediately turning and curling up against Scarecrow's side, letting out a pleased little moan.<br><br>No concern for for Jung ever crossed his face.<br><br>His attention was all for Scarecrow, pressing his head to Scarecrow's shoulder, dilated pupils focusing on his face before dropping down shyly and pressing up against his side, wanting to show Scarecrow that he wanted to please him. He had a strong urge, even in his subconscious state, to kick Jung off the bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 22:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scarecrow chuckled at the abused Jung. He stuck a finger in Jung’s mouth and played with the cum he held in it. Jung did follow Scarecrow well. He would have been cross if the cum had not been kept safe.<br><br>He pulled his finger and out and waved Jung to leave. Scarecrow stared at his finger coated with Jung’s spit and Quinn’s cum. He slowly moved it down to Quinn’s hole and he massaged. “Sleep well my Quinn. Tomorrow Dr. Crane will introduce you to Young.<br><br>Scarecrow pushed into the hole slightly and then pulled his finger out. “Put your clothes on Quinn and sleep.”<br><br>He walked out of the room, sucking on his finger.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 23:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn moaned softly when he felt Scarecrow's finger pop into his body, letting out a soft sigh of loss when the older man pulled his hand away and told him to put his clothes on. He pulled his black cotton pajama pants back on and curled up under the covers, falling deeply into sleep, not having a single nightmare.<br><br>He got up quickly when morning came, almost immediately realizing that his coat had been taken and hung up somewhere and that he only had his black cotton pajama pants. He'd have to go back to his apartment and pick up some clothes or something. <br><br>Sliding out of bed and letting his feet hit the smooth wood of the floor, he got up and headed towards Dr. Crane's room.<br><br>That was the only room he'd been shown the night before, and he took the time to admire the magnificent home in the sunlight. He felt a bit self-conscious standing about in just his pajama bottoms, though, so he knocked on the doctor's door. Maybe he'd be able to borrow some clothes before he had the chance to go home and pick some things up. "Dr. Crane?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 00:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Good morning Quinn,” A voice from behind appeared. “Sorry to startle you. I’m Roger Carlson Dr. Crane’s personal secretary.” He held out a hand. “Dr. Crane was called away for an emergency, but I’ve been asked to introduce you to everyone and show you around.”<br><br>“Where would you like to start?” Roger Carlson was Dr. Crane’s personal secretary, but also Carl Rogers for Scarecrow. He was particularly sadistic because he had the similar approach of befriending a person and then ripping apart their psyche. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 00:52:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn jumped, turning quickly, pale eyes sizing him up as quickly as he could. He relaxed a little bit when told that Dr. Crane had sent Roger Carlson. "Alright. Maybe...could we start with a shirt? Maybe I could borrow a sweatshirt or something. I didn't really..." Vaguely, then, he remembered that he had indeed packed a bag. Maybe Sigmund had brought it into his room. "Can you wait a moment?" <br><br>Hurrying back to his room, he looked around, and found that he indeed had his bag. He reached inside and tugged on a wine-colored sweater and some dark blue jeans, slipping on a pair of boots under the jeans. He headed towards Roger Carlson again and smiled. <br><br>"Thanks for offering to show me around." <br><br>He headed down the hall, looking around, "Does Dr. Crane have many people working for him?" <br><br>He was slim, twinkish, exactly the sort of young man that would attract Dr. Crane's attention. The only difference was that this young man had a streak of viciousness that might just allow him to keep Dr. Crane's attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 03:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh yes, so many you won’t know all their names, but you don’t have to little Master.” Roger smiled. “There are only five or six you’ll really get to know.”<br><br>Roger looked out from his head to toe Prada clothing. “The first thing I’ll do is get you an entirely new wardrobe. Dr. Crane entertains many wealthy individuals that have a certain taste. You don’t have to get rid of your other clothes, but you’ll want to look the part while here, right?”<br><br>Dr. Crane’s secretary took Quinn around the entire estate, including the barn with horses. Outside the gym he opened a door to an Olympic sized indoor swimming pool. Someone was in the pool.<br><br>“Carl!” Roger walked over the side of the pool. “Young!”<br><br>The swimmer stopped on the edge and looked up. “Yeah?”<br><br>“Meet Quinn.”<br><br>Carl put his hands on the side of the pool and lifted himself out. Standing in front of Roger, he was a sight for eyes. He was perfectly toned and wore what looked like a blue bandaged wrapped around his groin as a swimming suit.<br><br>“Quinn, this is Carl.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 04:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn was a bit overwhelmed, but nodding along to what he was told, "Alright. I'm more than willing to get rid of my clothes so that I...I guess, fit in around here." He trailed along past the horses - he'd love to get out on them and learn how to ride - and the pool was beautiful. <br><br>He had no recognition in his eyes. He didn't remember Young from the night before, and it was clear from the look on his face that he didn't. "Nice to meet you," he said with a pleasant little smile, holding out his hand. Young was...gorgeous.<br><br>Why were all these men here, though?<br><br>He looked rather different from them. He had a nice body, but he wasn't quite as bulky, not as built as Young was. Perhaps that was why he'd suddenly attracted Dr. Crane's attention. <br><br>He stood a bit to the side of Roger, still a bit anxious about why he was being called little Master. "So...all of you work for Dr. Crane?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 05:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl smiled, not as warm as it could have been, but a smile none the less, “Welcome.”<br><br>Roger chuckled, “yes, we all work for Dr. Crane. He has a staff of 43 for the estate. Like I said, you won’t know all of them, but you’ll want to remember Young here. He’s going to be your tutor.”<br><br>Young smiled more brightly.<br><br>“We have to keep moving though, there is much more to see. The kitchens, dining rooms, ball room, and your office and private areas…I feel a bit like Willy Wonka…too much to see and not enough time.” Roger said.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 05:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tutor...?"<br><br>But they were moving already, heading around and being shown so many things. "I have private areas? And an office? I don't really know what I'm supposed to do to help Dr. Crane...I guess that he'll tell me about that." <br><br>He trailed along after Carl, looking around at everything, oohing and aahing as would be appropriate. He wanted to see Dr. Crane, though. He wanted to see him and just spend some time with him. He also was a bit anxious at the fact that there were this many good looking people here. <br><br>Could...could Dr. Crane actually be gay?<br><br>God, he hoped so.<br><br>"I still can't believe Dr. Crane lives in this house. How did he afford all of it? Is he an heir, or something?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 19:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roger laughed, “Dr. Crane is a psychiatrist. He has many important clients. His family was also very wealthy so it was a bit of both.”<br><br>He motioned into a door. “This Master Quinn will be your office.” The room was filled with books on all walls and a walnut colored desk sat in front of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the garden.<br><br>“Young will tutor you in here. He’ll also be in charge of your physical fitness. Dr. Crane requires all of his staff to maintain a healthy lifestyle and he would support that in you as well.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 23:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn nodded, and then his jaw dropped. He shut his mouth so that he wouldn't look like a fool, but he was clearly awestruck by how beautiful his study - his own study! - was. "When do I start tutoring? And what am I going to be tutored in? What subjects, I mean." <br><br>He'd skipped most of highschool and college was unheard of in his neighborhood. He was a voracious reader but other than that, he wasn't particularly talented when it came to school. His skills lay in things that were much more illegal. <br><br>"Physical fitness...?"<br><br>Quinn's nose wrinkled, instinctively. It was an adorable little gesture and made him look even younger. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 02:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roger looked surprised. “Quinn, you’ll finish your GED and get a college degree. You’ll of course be tested to see where your interests and abilities lie. It will be intense, but Dr. Crane has faith in you.”<br><br>“You remember the gym we passed?” Roger reminded him. “You are a perfect specimen of health and Dr. Crane will want to support that growth.” Roger smiled. “You won’t be hooked up to a treadmill or forced to lift weights, just helped to maintain your health.”<br><br>He continued, “Young is trying to bulk up. He wants to eventually oversee the estate, including the farm. He’s progressing well.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 03:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn frowned a bit. He didn't care much about getting his GED but if it made Dr. Crane happy then he was more than willing to do it. He didn't really like the idea of working out, though, and it showed. "I don't really want to bulk up, though. I mean...I like being slim. I've always been this way. I don't mind getting a bit stronger and maybe a bit more flexible but..." <br><br>He shrugged slightly, "I sortof like my frame how it is." Delicate. Slim. The sort of figure that Young was losing and that Quinn still had to attract Dr. Crane with. <br><br>He was happy to do as he was told though. <br><br>"So...when do I start?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 05:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I think that will suit Dr. Crane just fine.” Rogers looked at his watch. “He’ll be home in an hour or so and he said he wanted to have lunch with you and spend the afternoon together, perhaps riding horses?” Rogers smiled.<br><br>“You should probably get cleaned up and changed clothes.” Rogers continued, “there are a few items that should fit you in your room. You can also surf the web on your computer.” He pulled out a credit card. “You can charge what you need.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 15:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn's whole face lit up when told that Dr. Crane wanted to eat with him at lunch. He was clearly enamoured with Dr. Crane and his eyes glittered. He took the credit card and thanked Rogers with a small smile, nodding. He turned back towards his room, "I'll go change." <br><br>He headed back towards his room and looked in the dresser, finding a lovely dark charcoal colored suit. He slipped into it, as well as a fine shirt in pale blue, securing the buttons. It clung to his small frame, showing him off to an advantage, making him look almost doll-like with his dark hair tumbling around his face. <br><br>He sat back and trolled about on the internet for a bit, ordering a few suits and nice outfits, killing the hour until Dr. Crane would get home. He watched the clock as the hour chimed, excited to get to see Dr. Crane.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:35:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scarecrow cursed as the body before him went limp. The twink wasn't dead, but he certainly wasn't conscious anymore. "Fucking Christ!" He hissed.<br><br>"Another one to dump." He rubbed his hands together as if washing himself of it all.<br><br>Bandura walked over and touched the twink's neck. "He's alive, just too weak." Bandura licked his lips. He liked when they were unconscious.<br><br>"Have him," Scarecrow said turning. The chemist went too far and made the serum too potent. Walking over to one of his many granite counters filled with serums, he shook his head.<br><br>Looking at the clock he smiled. It was lunch time. Grabbing his glasses off the desk and slipping them on Dr. Crane made his way to his private den. He would be having lunch with Quinn.<br><br>Dr. Crane's den was lined with books and rich, dark brown leather furniture. A small table stood in front of floor to ceiling windows. It was large enough for only two chairs. On the table already prepared were two cups of soup and salads. He walked over to Quinn's soup and smiled. He took out a small vial from his pocket and shook what looked like pepper onto the soup. Young called it instant erection. It was like viagra times ten.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn looked at himself in the mirror. He'd changed into a slim-fitting suit that almost elongated his frame, showing off the exotic cheekbones beautifully with his hair down and falling along the edge of his collar. He smoothed the carefully-pressed suit out once last time, not bothering with a tie. His delicate white throat showed beautifully where he hadn't done up the top button. <br><br>He then headed towards the study, not wanting to be late, he slowly came into the study. He didn't notice Dr. Crane putting the substance into the soup. <br><br>Instead, he took a few steps forwards, finally approaching Dr. Crane.<br><br>"Hi," he said, "It's good to see you. This place is..." Overwhelming. Terrifying. Full of other men who he saw, undeniably, as competition for Dr. Crane's attention. "Beautiful." <br><br>He sat down at his side of the table, taking a slow bite of salad, chewing thoughtfully. It was nice to get the chance to eat privately with Dr. Crane. The food was delicious, and he dug into the soup with gusto. He hadn't gotten to eat breakfast and he was starving. <br><br>Then, looking at Dr. Crane, he felt a familiar stirring. God, was his self control really this weak? He thought it was just his body responding to the doctor sitting so close and he did his best to scoot his hair forwards and hide the erection straining against his finely-tailored slacks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane smiled as Quinn entered the room. The two sat and began to eat. "I'm glad you like the place. It suits me." He didn't each much, Jonathan never did, but he drank two glasses of water.<br><br>"I trust then that the tour was sufficient." He smiled watching Quinn eat.<br><br>"I hope also that Roger was not too up front with you. He tends to get right to the point." Dr. Crane snickered. "I bet he told you more than you wanted to know about this place."<br><br>Jonathan sat back in his chair to get a good view of the magic aphrodisiac. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn squirmed in his chair, doing his best to be subtle about it though he was clearly uncomfortable. His hardness tented his pants and he leant forwards a bit so that it was hidden under the table, taking a big gulp of water to try and calm his body. What was this? Did he really have so little control when it came to Dr. Crane?<br><br>His cheeks flushed in embarassment and he did his best to relax himself but it didn't go away. His body was still aching for a man's touch - preferably for Dr. Crane's touch.<br><br>[Guh. Sorry that post was so super short.]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane continued to talk about his estate and how it butted up against Wayne Manor. He was proud of his family's accomplishments and his success as a psychiatrist. The two finished lunch and a butler entered to remove the plates. When the butler left Dr. Crane stood up.<br><br>"Quinn, I'd like to show you something. Please follow me." Dr. Crane smiled and inside he was dying to see the erection his powder caused. "It's not far, just down the hall. I think you'll like it."<br><br>Jonathan made for the door and opened it, waiting for Quinn to join him.<br><br>[no worries, I don't have that much inspiration either right now...it's crappy weather...snowing!]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 07:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn looked up, unable not to do what Dr. Crane told him, but not wanting to show his raging erection. He shut his eyes briefly and then stood up shyly, "I...I can't help it, I just..." he knew that Dr. Crane would see it immediately, cheeks coloring, doing his best to keep his hands before his body but even that didn't hide it. <br><br>He thought that it was just his hopeless attraction to Dr. Crane. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted nothing more than to please Dr. Crane but he couldn't help but be terribly embarrassed at that moment, cheeks flushing, looking down.<br><br>"I'm sorry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 06:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dr. Crane smiled. "Oh Quinn, don't worry about it. We're all physical beings here." He moved back from the door. "If you want we can stay here, or you can go take care of that in the bathroom."<br><br>It was humiliating and lovely. Jonathan gave Quinn the choice.<br><br>&lt;sorry I am having a brain fart :)&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just What the Doctor Ordered [alxnjsh and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 06:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn swallowed hard. He didn't want to admit weakness by going to the bathroom. Also, he almost wished that he had the courage to ask Dr. Crane to help him with it. His lips parted and he shifted side to side, then whispered, quietly, "Can we stay here?" <br><br>Maybe Dr. Crane would take it as an invitation. He hoped that he would.<br><br>It wasn't just that he wanted to pay Dr. Crane back with his body but...he craved it. <br><br>He wanted Dr. Crane to fuck him. <br><br>Raising his eyes, then, despite his shyness he met Dr. Crane's and his own were blazing with pure lust.
			</dd>
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