Head Games
~B.K. Wright~
A Beau to Beau Book
Copyright 2010: B.K. Wright
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Included in: Head Games
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. Head Games
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Intro:
When Roman answers an ad to work at ManGrowth Manor, a specialty hospital for men only, and a place that Roman has never heard of, he is unclear of his duties at the institution, and even more confused about the mission of the hospital itself. After being given a brief tour of ManGrowth Manor, Roman is still uncertain about the job, but decides to give it a chance. It doesn’t take long, however, for Roman to realize that there is something very odd about ManGrowth Manor and wonders if the expectations of him are quite different than he had originally been explained.
Book Content:
Roman was less than thrilled to be working this summer, and was even less thrilled to be working at a hospital. But he knew that graduate school was important these days, and he also knew that if he didn’t get his master’s degree now, he probably never would. “Money is money,” he grumbled, as he drove to work that first morning.
Roman had never been this far north on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and had never heard of this particular hospital. It was well hidden by massive trees and thick undergrowth. Roman parked his car in the employee lot and walked slowly toward the front entrance. “Man, this place is old,” he mumbled. The door made an eerie sound as Roman opened it. He walked down a long hallway until he came to a door that read, “Human Resources,” and walked inside. “Come in, Roman. I’m Gianni. I have some forms for you to fill out, and then we can get you started.” Roman took the forms and sat down at the little table in the corner. He hurriedly filled in the necessary information, and then handed the forms to Gianni. “Very well, Roman. Mr. Osio’s office is at the end of the hallway. He will be your supervisor.” Roman nodded, and slowly made his way down the long hallway to Mr. Osio’s office.
On his way to Mr. Osio’s office, Roman immediately noticed a man in a hospital gown. What is a patient doing here in the administration building? The hospital is behind this building and across the lawn. Roman stared at the man who appeared to be mumbling to himself. “Hey,” the man said. Roman said “Hey” to the man. Then the man again said, “Hey, hey, hey.” Roman waved to him, and walked on toward Mr. Osio’s office.
“Roman, it’s good to meet you. I’ve heard great things about you, young man.” Roman sat down, and Mr. Osio spoke very directly to him. “Roman, you do know the mission of our wonderful facility here, correct?” Roman thought this a very odd question, and replied, “I guess so.” Mr. Osio had a feeling that Roman did not know the hospital’s mission. “This is a facility for men only, Roman, and a facility for a very specific type of men.” Roman was listening, but still did not know what the man had meant. Was he supposed to know? His graduate advisor hadn’t mentioned anything about this being a “special kind” of hospital. Roman tried to remember the name of the hospital, but was having trouble with that. What did the sign say? Roman couldn’t remember. He had been too busy trying to drive through the overgrown trees and thick foliage to pay much attention to the sign. “I’m not sure if I understand, sir?” “We pride ourselves on our mission, Roman. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan was chosen specifically for our very special mission. It’s nice up here, don’t you think? We have the lakes, and the cooler weather is good for our patients, Roman. It decreases anxiety and tendencies toward anger outbursts.” Roman continued to listen, but still did not “get” what the man was trying to say. “Our mission here at ManGrowth Manor is to assist those who come here in becoming the men they were born to be, but have perhaps become a little confused during adolescence or at some other time about their proper role as men in society. We believe that this confusion may have occurred as the result of some traumatic event in the lives of some of these men.”
Roman was becoming more and more confused the longer Mr. Osio talked. What the fuck is he trying to say? “Roman, the men who have come to ManGrowth Manor have not come of their own free will. They are here as the result of a very concerned family member or perhaps a member of the clergy. As a result, the men here at ManGrowth Manor are here by court order.” Roman’s eyes opened wide at this last statement. “Are they dangerous?” Mr. Osio sighed. “They will not physically harm you, Roman, but they do pose a danger to society. They have defied the natural order of man, Roman.” Shit, man, would you just fucking say something in plain English, Roman thought. The man was talking in riddles, or may as well have been, as far as Roman was concerned. “Roman, do you understand?” Does the fucked up expression on my face tell you anything, Roman wanted to ask. “I’m not sure,” he said. Roman didn’t want to seem stupid, but did want to know what he had gotten himself into. “ManGrowth Manor, Roman, is a facility for men who have expressed feelings for other men the way they should be expressing feelings toward women. Some have openly confessed to these feelings, and others, well, unfortunately, others have actually been discovered with men in the way they should desire to be with women, and that is, in a sexual way. The men here at ManGrowth Manor are confused, Roman, but when they leave here they are prepared to fulfill their natural place in society, as real men.”
The emphasis that Mr. Osio had placed on the word “real” disturbed Roman. Did the university know about this? Did they know that such a place as ManGrowth Manor existed today? This was not the 1950s. Shit, the 1950s were over sixty years ago. Time did pass up here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan just as it did everywhere else, didn’t it? “Roman, do you understand now?” Roman nodded. What was he supposed to do or say at that question? “I will take you on a tour of our magnificent facility in a few minutes. The hospital is divided into three wings, Roman. Wing One is for those men who have demonstrated a propensity for the finer things in life, the things a woman enjoys. These are the men who require the shortest amount of time with us, roughly three to six months.” Roman thought that that was a long time. He couldn’t imagine what the other floors were reserved for. Mr. Osio continued. “Wing Two houses men who have expressed a desire to, well, actually be with another man. They usually stay with us for a year or two.” Roman tried not to look stunned, but he was shocked. He was shocked at everything Mr. Osio had said. He was mostly shocked at Mr. Osio’s belief in his own crap that he was spewing. “Now, Roman, for Wing Three. These are the men who are the most difficult to help. The men on Wing Three have been with a man in the way that they were meant to be with a woman. Some have come here actually believing that they have loved another man, and that they still do love a man. It is very difficult to work with these men, Roman, because it appears that they are experiencing a period of mourning. They are depressed. They cry out for their presumed loved one. It is sad to see them like this, but when they finally leave ManGrowth Manor, they are ready to be husbands and fathers. It is very rewarding for us to have helped these men find their way, the right way, the way they should be, and the way they know deep down that they should be.”