WHC - Gay Bashers

by Jennifer Allison

 

As Leslie Smythe read the front page of her local newspaper, she realized that someone needed her services. Her realization came from the front page headlines.

THREE MORE GAY MEN FOUND BEATEN ALMOST TO DEATH.

The story continued.

 

The police found three more gay men beaten last night. They are in hospital with at least one broken limb and three to four broken ribs each.

Quoting an un-named source. "If one these men had reach the ER ten minutes later, this case would have been murder instead of just assault."

This brings the total of gay men found beaten in the last month to twelve.

These beatings have always occurred on the weekends.

The police have no clues to whom is doing these crimes.

All they know for sure is that there is more than one person involved.

 

Leslie had read the earlier newspaper reports and knew there had to be at least six people doing these crimes. The three beatings last night just proved this point. The beating last night took place within fifteen minutes of each other at three different places in the city, miles away from each other.

Also Leslie had learned from a source of her own that a car was seen leaving the scene of one of these beatings. So Leslie figured that one person does the beating and another is behind the steering wheel ready to drive away and also acting as a lookout.

There was one very big problem.

WHO was doing this bashing.

 

Three more weeks passed and four more assaults happened before the break came for Leslie to act.

The break came in the form of Michelle Cameron. She was the sister-in-law to Melanie, Leslie's secretary, who a couple years before with the help of the WHC beat her addiction to heroin. (see WHC- War on Drugs.)

"Thanks for seeing me," Michelle said to Leslie. "I don't know how the WHC will help. I don't even know what you actually do here. Melanie told me that you might be able to help me."

"I don't know if we can help or not," Leslie told her. "But I will listen to what you have to say and take it from there."

"I have a boyfriend Jamie, who is about to get himself in trouble," Michelle started.

Leslie didn't say a thing, she just twirled her finger telling Michelle to go on.

"Have you read about the gays that have been assaulted over the last month?" asked Michelle

Leslie said, "Yes. Is Jamie a basher?"

"No, definitely not," replied Michelle. "But I am afraid he is about to become one though."

"What do you mean?" asked Leslie.

"Some of Jamie's friends are doing the Bashing and they want Jamie to join them," answered Michelle. "It's a club and the initiation requires a new member to go beat a gay man senseless."

"Does the university know about this club?" asked Leslie. "I just figured it had to have something to do with the school, since you are a student."

"They know, but nobody wants to say or do anything to stop it," replied Michelle. "Even if someone is killed I figure the university will still keep mum."

"Why is that?" ask Leslie.

"Cause of who the President and Vice-President of the club are," answered Michelle. "The president is the grandson of Otis Thorpe. He has donated around ten million dollars a year to the school for the last thirty years. The vice is the son of U.S. Senator McCarty and his mother sits on the board of regents. It isn't just these two that the university is afraid of. One of the other requirements to join is that your family has to be worth at least twenty million dollars."

"Wow, even if the police knew who were doing these crime they would be afraid to act," said Leslie.

"Saying that, you sound like the WHC is afraid of them also," announced Michelle.

"The WHC isn't afraid of anything," said Leslie. Turning toward Michelle, Linda said these words. "Michelle is hooked, Michelle is hooked."

All of a sudden Michelle remembered what the WHC had done for her and her brother.

"I shouldn't have said the WHC would be afraid of the gay bangers. You took on the Dapaulo mob and helped me get off heroin." Michelle then asked, "Why didn't I remember all this before?"

"We gave you a hypnotic command so you would forget all about it. That is until we needed you to remember," replied Leslie, who then asked, "Has Jamie done anything that might be considered criminal?"

"No, his initiation is this weekend," answered Michelle.

"Why doesn't Jamie just say 'No Thank You?'" Leslie asked.

"Peer pressure and the need to be in the "In crowd". Jamie's father is worth at least thirty million, and he is treated as a leper by those in the group until he joins. And since his family is rich he is treated by the less fortunate as if he is a snob."

"How do you know all about this?"

"Jamie confided in me," replied Michelle. "He doesn't want to do it, but he sees no other choice."

"How do they select their victim and what happens before, during and after the attack?" asked Leslie, already formulating a plan to trap the bashers.

"All of the bashers and Jamie will attend a party. Sometime during the night Thorpe or McCarty will come up to Jamie and tell him it is time for the initiation. Then Jamie will leave with one of them. They will also act as witness, lookout and getaway driver. Jamie will then go and beat some gay senseless."

"Who picks the victim and location?"

"Jamie is given a list of the gay bars in town and he picks one. He will pick his victim, but Thorpe or McCarty have the right to veto his selection. They don't want Jamie to beat up some hundred pound weakling."

"That is perfect," said Leslie, who then told Michelle what she wanted. "I want you to bring Jamie here sometime this week. We will take it from there."

"I want to help," announced Michelle.

"No, all I want you to do is to get Jamie here," Leslie told her. She then said. "Forget everything Michelle except bringing Jamie here. Forget everything Michelle."

 

After Michelle left, Leslie called Chris and Sharon's office. She said, "We have a break in the gay bashing. Could both of you come right over."

"What's the plan?", asked Sharon after Leslie told both Sharon and Chris what Michelle had told her.

"Let Jamie beat the living shit out of someone and take it from there," replied Leslie.

"That isn't funny," announced Chris.

"It is my way," said Leslie. "Let me explain."

"Go ahead," Sharon told her.

"We are going to stage the beating. Jamie is coming here. While he is here we will command him to beat up someone but do it like the stunt men do it in the movies. This way Jamie will act and do like he is supposed to without anyone knowing different."

"Won't the bashers be suspicious the next morning when there is nothing in the newspapers, or on the TV or radio?" asked Chris.

"By that time they will be under going our special treatment," replied Leslie. "After Jamie and his lookout return to the party, Jamie will make sure he gives everyone there a Micky Finn."

"Prefect, but what do you need from us?" Sharon wanted to know.

"We need someone to be the victim," Leslie told them.

Without pausing both Sharon and Chris blurted out, "Patty O'Roarke."

Sharon then explained their choice. "Patty is a stunt man by trade. So he would be perfect."

"That's even better than I thought," said Leslie. "Will he do it? Also, can he help with Jamie so the beating will look as real as possible."

"Why do we need to make it look so real?", asked Chris.

"If the lookout even remotely suspects that the beating a fake, he will take it out on Jamie and we will most likely never get a chance at these guys again."

"Also what if they find out the WHC was behind the charade. Just think of what the members families could do to us."

 

Sharon then called Patty.

After a few words of small talk, Sharon got right the point. "Patty, we have found out who is doing all of these beatings."

"WHO!"

By the tone of Patty's voice, Sharon knew Patty was ready to gather some of his friends and make out like the gunfight at the OK Corral.

"I am telling you, but I want to know if you are willing help us make the men behind these attacks wish their mothers had stayed virgins?"

Calmly Patty answered, "yes."

"I don't know what day this week, but we will need you for an afternoon. So please keep yourself free, so when we call you can come right over."

"Will the beatings stop?" asked Patty.

"If the plans works, yes", replied Sharon. "Also, please keep this among ourselves."

 

An hour later Michelle called.

"Jamie won't be able to make it until Thursday afternoon," Michelle told Leslie. "Will I have to be there?"

"No, the less you know about all of this the better," replied Leslie. "But if Jamie asks you to come, do."

 

Patty arrived at the WHC an hour before Jamie, who spent this hour with Leslie, Sharon and Chris explaining what they wanted from him.

They didn't have to go into the details of the bashers since Sharon had spent some time earlier in the day telling Patty all about them.

"Here is what we want you to do," started Leslie. "We want to stage a gay bashing."

"You want someone to bash me?" asked Patty.

"No, we want stage it just like a street fight in the movies," Sharon told Patty. "There is someone who has to bash a gay to join this club, but doesn't really want to. So he is willing to help. So we want this fight as real as possible. So he will admitted without questions."

"Is that all you want from me?", asked Patty. "I would love to use one of these bashers as a punching bag."

"That wouldn't do much good." Leslie replied. "Here is what I have in mind." Leslie then went into the details of her plan. "Since Sharon and Chris don't know all the people we need to get a hold of and you do, your other job will be getting a hold of the people I want and setting up everything from that side."

"Can you do what you have in mind?" asked Patty.

"Yes we can," answered Chris. "After you are finished with your training today we will have to give you some hypnotic commands so that you will forget everything you heard here today."

"Why do you do that?"

"As we said before, we need to make sure this looks like any other bashing. Also, we don't want anyone to know what we do here," replied Leslie. "We will give a command that will let you remember to play along, but not the reason why."

Patty and Jamie didn't leave WHC until almost midnight.

Jamie only remembered that he spent the evening with Michelle.

 

Everything was ready for Saturday night.

The fight would take place in the alley behind the O-la -la nightclub. A club of renown throughout the city for being one of hottest gay clubs in town. Since the WHC had worked with the club's management before, (See WHC- Beginnings) there was no problem with them agreeing to the plan.

As Patty walked out of the club, Jamie, who was sitting in a car down the block with Byron Thorpe said. "That's the one."

"That fag has at least twenty pounds on you," said Byron. "Pick someone else."

"That is the one." Jamie told Byron as he climbed out the car with a baseball bat he had brought along.

As with the rehearsal, the bat missed Patty's head by an inch. But from Byron's point of view, it connected. With the help of sound effects, Byron heard every eerie sound a bat makes when it hits flesh and bone.

Jamie's bat never came close to hitting Patty.

Patty was the one who almost blew the whole thing. He was having trouble keeping from laughing as he watched Jamie swing the bat with all his might and never even come close to hitting him.

Sharon, who watched the whole thing, heard Jamie tell Byron as he climbed in the car, "If that fag isn't dead, I sure made it so that he would rather be dead than the way I left him."

Byron didn't say a thing. In all the beatings he had witnessed, this last beating was the worst one he had ever seen. There was something he wanted to do, but he couldn't in front of Jamie. Throw up.

Byron was so shook up that he didn't notice the car that followed him from the club to the party with the other members of the club.

As Byron told the story of the attack to the others, Jamie circulated through the crowd and followed the instructions he had been given by the WHC, Within fifteen minutes of his arrival everyone of the basher's drinks had been spiked with a Micky Finn.

Five minutes later Jamie was the only one not sound asleep. Even thought he was in a hypnotic stupor. When the transportation arrived to transport the bashers to the WHC, Jamie was then taken home by Michelle. The only thing that Michelle and Jamie remembered about that night was that they had gone to a movie.

 

It took a month for the WHC to work their magic.

Finally the big day arrived.

Patty had done her secondary job quite well. Every person that Leslie had asked him to bring was there waiting in bated anticipation to what Patty had to say . It was something that would make their whole life worthwhile.

Leslie stood in front of the assembled crowd and told them why they were all here.

"Over the last six months some of you have been beaten or had your life partner beaten by a gang of gay basher running rampant throughout the city."

"What's it to you lady," said someone in the back of the room.

"For one thing," Leslie paused before continuing. "I just happen to know the identity of the attackers, that's what."

"WHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", reverberated throughout the assembled crowd. A few said "Let me at 'em."

"Calm down, I know you want to tear them limb from limb. But after you hear what we have planned for them, I bet you would rather do it our way." Leslie told them. "Our way the police won't be involved."

Leslie then went into the details of what she had in mind.

A couple of the gathered crowd pointed to one of doors in the room with an unasked question on their face. "They are in there?"

"Yes, we have only four rooms," Leslie told them. "So we can do it only four at a time. After the first four are done, the second group will go in and have some fun while we make some final adjustments to the first four bashers."

As the first walked to the door they were handed a mask. "We are video taping so we show the bashers what happened in there. Use this mask if you don't want your face seen."

 

It took over an hour before the first part of the plan was finished.

The crowd gathered to await the next step.

The one comment each of them had was, "I want a copy of that video tape."

A half hour after that, they all gathered together the second time.

Leslie gave them their last instruction. "At the right moment I want you to whisper, "Wake up, wake up baby, in your new partners ear."

They each paired off, a victim, or a friend of a victim, and their attacker. Within a couple of minutes each attacker had their anus pierced and were being butt fucked.

When they were just a moment away from climaxing each victim whispered the words. "Wake up, Wake up baby."

Before the bashers realized where they were, they each began to climax along with their partners.

As Byron mind cleared from his hypnotic trance, he realized that it wasn't a doctor's finger removing itself from his baby cream filled butt. It didn't help his senses when he looked around to find his gay bashing friends dressed in very feminine sexy clothes with their butts dripping cum, for some were still in the act of making a bad boy into a good girl.

Unable to control what he was doing, Byron turned around and fell to his knees. Taking his partner's dick in his hands, he started cleaning the dick with his tongue. All the time he was doing this, Byron kept screaming, "STOP, I don't want to do this." He was also unable to stop himself from saying to his partner after the dick cleaning. "Thank You for making me a good girl."

As he finished these words Byron went back into a hypnotic trance.

 

All of the people involved met again in the WHC auditorium to hear the explanation of the bashers final punishment.

Leslie started the ball rolling, "Wake up, wake up girls."

Byron and his friend's minds cleared, but he was still able to move his body.

Very politely Byron asked, "May I ask what the," a pause . "is going on here."

"We just wanted to welcome our newest gay member to our community."

"We aren't," pause, "gay."

"That's very funny," replied Leslie. "You all know what is causing that spread feeling in your butt. I would also like to show how you came to have the strange taste in your mouth."

A large sixty-inch TV screen then showed the first part of the plan before the WHC feminized the bashers. Each showed the basher giving a blow job to their partners. It also showed each of their faces with a toothy smile showing cum covered teeth. When some of the said cum dripped out of their mouths they used their finger to catch the cum and put it back it in their mouths. The only words heard during the taping were then heard. "Mmmh, that was the best cum I have ever tasted."

"So what are you going to do now?" asked one of the bashers. "Blackmail all of us."

"That will be too easy," replied Leslie. "Most of you have used your families money to pay off crimes you have committed and then you continue doing it all over again."

"So what are going to do?" asked Byron.

"For you Bonnie and you Samantha McCarty, we have special plans for you," answered Leslie.

"Here is what we are doing to the others."

Turning the video on Leslie explained. "Between 6 pm on Sunday and 6 pm Friday, you will act like any normal male college student. At 6 each Friday evening you will dress in the best feminine clothes that you can buy. Then you will go hunting men to have safe sex with. If by Sunday morning you haven't been butt fucked you will call Patty and he will arrange for someone to come over and fuck you. During the week you will remember every detail of the last weekend."

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!!!" said most of the bashers very politely. "Please tell us. This isn't what we have to look forward to for the rest of our lives."

"We aren't that cruel. You were only the body of serpent. Since Bonnie and Samantha are the leaders, their punishment is permanent. Your punishment can be paid off over time."

"As I said before, your money won't be able to get you out of your punishment." Leslie then told them how they can pay off their punishment. "It will depend on your victims hospital and medical bills." Pointing to one of the bashers. "Say your victims bill is $100,000. Your punishment is one weekend for each thousand of the bill. So two weeks short of two years from now your bill will be paid."

"I can't do this." said the person Leslie pointed to. "I am getting married this summer."

"You had better have an understanding bride or put off your marriage plans for two years."

"What if they are still undergoing treatment?" asked one of youngest bashers. "Will I be forced to do this until they have completed treatment?"

"No, when your payment matches their bill, you will be allowed to return to your normal life."

"Why did you refer to Byron and myself as Bonnie and Samantha?" asked Sam. "What have you done to the two of us."

"Those are your new names. You won't answer to anything else," Leslie explained further

"We have turned the two of you into she/males. Your punishment is 24/7 and it is also permanent. Your main job in life will be as a street walker. Nothing else will do."

"How will we ever explain this to our families?" said Byron.

"We took care of that problem for you," Leslie told the two. "We video taped your complete transformation and sexual acts and sent them to your families. Along with a message telling everyone that your parents helped you cover-up your crimes."

Turning towards Samantha, Leslie informed her of her families punishment. "We have found proof that both your father and mother knew all about your actions. So we sent copies of the tape to every newspaper, and TV station within a hundred miles. I figure within a half hour it will be showing world wide."

"You now can leave," Leslie told the bashers.

 

Epilog

Within 48 hours, Ms. McCarty resigned from the board of regents.

In November, Senator McCarty was beaten by a landside vote. It made the Clinton landside victory over Dole in 1996 look like the Bush/ Gore in Florida.

Otis Thorpe had problems of his own, after it was found out that he had known what his grandson was doing. It seemed like someone told the FTC about some insider trading he was doing. I wonder who did that.

The bride-to-be dropped her groom to be like a hot potato when she found out about the punishment.

Bonnie and Samantha were disowned by their families. They are now street walkers. Since the WHC didn't want them to come down with AIDS, they take their safe sex seriously.

  

  

  

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