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Judgment Error- Chapter 10 by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
The next ten days at the lake sailed by as Stefan, Will, and I worked and partied away the summer. After we finished work for the day, the three of us would grab a quick bite off the barbeque, and then go swimming or boating. Stefan and Will, on occasion, went golfing in the morning before they went to work. I never joined them in their golf games, preferring instead to stay in bed and grab two or three more hours of sleep.
I had healed up quite nicely, and was kind of eager to let Stefan make love to me again. This time we'd take it slow, Stefan would use a condom, and if I told him to stop, he'd stop. I thought everything was going perfectly between the two of us.
The trouble started on a night that was supposed to be special. It was my birthday, and Will had told us that he was going into town for the weekend. Stefan and I were going to be alone in the cabin, and I was hoping he'd take the opportunity to show me how much he loved me.
I ended up having to work an extra three hours at the park gate, when the night shift guy called in sick. The boss had asked me to stay 'til nine and then close up for the night. I walked slowly out to my car and after starting my baby, flipped on the radio. They were predicting nothing but rain and wind for the weekend, but it was supposed to clear up by Monday. That was all right with me. I had to work this weekend, but I got Monday and Tuesday off. I planned on enjoying the sunshine. I drove through the winding tree-lined gravel roads towards Will's cabin whistling to myself. I was as happy as I had ever been.
I pulled into the driveway and smiled when I saw Stefan sitting on the back deck, under a propane patio lamp. I shut off the car and stepped out into the darkness. Stefan had gotten up and was walking towards me. He really had no expression on his face, but when he reached me, he sounded very angry.
"Where were you? You were done work three hours ago."
"Take it easy," I said, putting my hand out to soothe my baby. "I had to stay a little longer when the night clerk didn't show."
"I was wondering where you were," Stefan said as he grabbed my arm forcefully, dragging me towards the cabin.
I tried to pull away from Stefan. He was hurting my arm and he was scaring me. He kept pulling me towards the cabin. He pulled open the door to the cabin and threw me inside. I fell, sliding on my side across the rough wooden floor into the faux wood panelling. I heard some laughter as Stefan walked in and grabbed me by the neck. He lifted me off the floor and threw me into the living area. There were two older gentleman, both going bald, standing there, smoking cigarettes.
"So what do you think, guys?" Stefan asked taking a beer from a cooler.
"Very nice," The guy with the goatee said yanking my hair back so he could look at my face. I protested vocally and received a slap to the face for my efforts. "Shut the fuck up, you little bitch."
"How's his ass?" The guy with a full beard asked. I felt his calloused hands as he reached into my shorts and cupped my basket. He gave a little squeeze and smiled when I tried to flinch away from him.
"Very sweet. He's no virgin, but he's still tight," Stefan said, putting his beer down. He leaned over and belched in my face. Stefan's friends laughed at me and dragged me back to the couch. They pushed me to the floor between them, while they sat on the couch.
"I guess he'll do. Why don't you loosen him up for us?"
"My pleasure. You got the stuff?"
I lay there on the floor trying to make sense of what was going on. Why was Stefan doing this too me? I tensed up, getting ready to spring up and escape when Stefan noticed me move. His foot connected with my head, driving it into the wooden couch frame. Stefan didn't give me another chance to move, using my disorientation to stick a needle into my arm. I felt my body go all slack, refusing to respond the electrical impulses my brain was firing out.
The two bald men lifted me up by my arms, allowing Stefan to strip away my uniform. I could feel Stefan's cool hands as they rubbed my bare chest. He stuck his tongue in my ear, mainly for the amusement of his friends. Stefan then dropped his pants, letting his erect manhood out. He stroked his cock a few times, bringing his erection to full mast. "This is all for you, Ian.
You're gonna be our little bitch for the weekend, aren't you?"
My head rolled forward, no answer leaving my lips. Stefan continued undressing me, this time he was a little rougher. When he removed my underwear, he handed it to the guy with the goatee who took a sniff and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Now bitch," Stefan said grabbing my chin, "Unless you want me to split you open like last time, you'll start sucking on my cock."
I tried to protest, but nothing came out but gibberish. I tried to scream, but Stefan covered my mouth. He reached over to his recently discarded pants and pulled out his underwear. He removed his hand and when I tried to yell again, he shoved his underwear deep into my gullet.
"There's some duct tape in that duffel bag over there," The guy with the full beard said as he grabbed my balls and squeezed. He whispered in my ear, "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, boy."
The guy with the goatee held the underwear in my mouth, holding onto my arm tightly. The guy with the full beard started chewing on my nipples. Stefan wrapped the duct tape around my face, preventing me from yelling out. I was trying to breath deeply through my nose, while making as much nose as I could through the gag.
"Well bitch, it looks like you're gonna take it up your ass dry. It's your own fault though. I gave you the opportunity to suck on my cock."
I shook my head as the two bald guys dragged me over to the chair. They bent me over the arm, thrusting my ass into the air. Stefan wound up and slapped it as hard as he could. My body was forced into the coarse fabric of the chair, and my breath was forced from my body.
The bald guys laughed as Stefan wound up and slapped my ass over and over again. "Yeah Stefan, tan his ass."
Finally Stefan stopped beating me. "Man, I need a fucking beer," He said, taking a deep breath and sitting down.
"Here you go, man. You deserved it."
I looked over at Stefan and watched as he guzzled the beer. Stefan had told me that he really didn't like beer, but that really didn't appear to be the case. Stefan looked over at me. He blinked a couple of times in quick succession and then grinned maniacally. "Pass me another beer."
The guy with the full beard tossed Stefan another beer. Stefan shook the beer vigorously and then opened the beer towards me. The cold, alcoholic spray hit me in the eyes. I tried to turn away, but Stefan grabbed my head and pried open my eyes. He dumped the rest of the can right on my eyes and laughed as I shook my head.
"I guess Ian didn't want a beer," Stefan laughed. "Well, I guess I should start this little party. It's time for Ian to start entertaining us."
"Try not to split him open. I want to feel his tight ass gripping my cock," I heard as I tried once more to get away. I rolled off the arm of the sofa and hit the floor. My head hurt, my chest hurt, and my butt hurt. I tried to crawl away, but Stefan grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to the couch.
"You're not going to get away from us that easily, bitch," Stefan said, leaning right in to my face. "You are our entertainment for the night."
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"None of your business, kid. Leave now, and we won't hurt you." One of the bald guys said forcefully to the newcomer.
"This is my fucking cabin. What the fuck do you think you're doing."
"Leave now, Will," Stefan hissed, moving away from me.
Looking towards the doors, I saw Will step into the cabin, followed by two fairly big guys. "I don't think so. Let Ian go."
"You want the little fag? Here you go." One of the bald guys grabbed me and hurled me across the room. They grabbed Stefan and the three of them ran out the back door. I slammed into the half wall by the door and fell to the floor. The force of the impact knocked loose my supper and I vomited into the underwear and started choking
"Jesus!" One of Will's friends said. He and Will ran over to me, rolled me onto my side and ripped the duct tape from my face. Will grabbed the fabric of the underwear and pulled it free to prevent me from choking to death.
I coughed out my lunch all over the floor of the cabin, leaving a growing pile of bile that oozed into the carpet. When there was nothing left in my stomach I started dry heaving. Will held onto me tightly, crying as I lay there shaking. He kept telling me that everything was going to be all right. I couldn't talk, couldn't move. I tried to contract my body into a ball, but Will held me tightly, scared to let go.
I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but Will wouldn't let me. He was scared I might have a concussion or something. Will held onto me while one of his friends draped a blanket over us. When they wrapped me up, a big guy I hadn't seen before lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom that Stefan and I had shared. He gently put me down on the comforter and allowed Will to crawl in beside with me. Will kept rocking me gently, trying to reassure me that everything was all right.
I don't remember much else from that day. I was carted to the East Central Regional Health Centre in an ambulance. Will wanted to ride in the ambulance with me, but the Mounties who arrived shortly before the ambulance had objected. They needed him and his friends to stay and give statements. The doctors prodded and poked me when I arrived at the hospital, and then finally allowed me to go to sleep.
I awoke the next day, my mother by my side. She was stroking my arm, and smiling down on me. "How are you feeling, baby?"
"I'm a little sore," I said with a croak. Mom put her hand on my forehead, checking to see if I was hot.
"Do you remember what happened last night, Ian?" A man standing behind my mother asked.
"He just woke up," My mother protested. "Can't you let him rest a little more?"
"Ma'am, getting a statement from the victim as early as possible is always important."
"I know," My mother said with resignation. "I know."
I looked at my mom hoping she could delay the inevitable, but it wasn't to be. "I'm Detective Felker," The man behind my mom said as he extended his hand. "I need you to tell me what happened last night, Ian."
"It's okay, baby. Tell him what happened." Mom was trying to reassure me.
I lay there in bed trying to decide what to tell Detective Felker. I realized it would be easier if I didn't have Mom there, listening as I told about the attack.
"Mom, can you please leave for a few minutes?"
My mom looked at me with uncertainty. I smiled to let her know that everything would be okay. She kissed me on the cheek and then stood up. She walked out of the hospital room, leaving me alone with Detective Felker.
"Did you want to tell me what happened, Ian?"
And so, for the next 45 minutes I told Detective Felker what happened the night before. He asked several questions and took notes on a pad. It was hard telling him that I was gay and that I had been raped and beaten by someone I loved. There were points during the questioning that I cried, and he would hand me a Kleenex, and tell me things were all right. Why did everyone insist on telling me that everything was all right?
When he had finished taking my statement, Detective Felker got Mom and Dad from the lobby. He told them that they had a very brave son. My mom and dad thanked him, and then sat at the side of my bed.
"How are you doing, Ian?" My dad asked squeezing my arm.
"I'm doing better," I said quietly.
"Ian, what happened?" My mom asked.
"Debbie," My dad said in a reproving tone.
"It's all right," I said quietly. "I guess you guys need to know."
For the second time that day, I told someone about Stefan and me. How he had beaten me. How he had raped me in my own bed. How he had invited people to the cabin so they could rape me. When I finished telling them about everything had happened in the past three weeks, I looked down and said, "So now I guess you guys thinks I'm a slut."
"We would never think that, Ian," My mom said, stroking my hair.
"It's not your fault," My dad added.
"Then why do I feel like it is?" I asked. "I feel like I should've seen the warning signs. That I should've seen this coming."
"You couldn't have known," My mom said, wiping a tear from my cheek. "We talked to the doctor and he says you can come home with us a little later today."
I nodded my head and looked out the window. "I'd like that."
"Why don't you try to sleep a little?" Mom tucked me back into the bed.
"All right," I said quietly. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. When I awoke again there was a doctor standing at my bed reading my chart. He looked up at me when he saw my eyes open and put the clipboard down at the end of the bed.
"So how are you feeling, Ian?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
The doctor raised an eyebrow and sat down in the chair beside the bed. "Well, where should I start? You've got a couple bruised ribs, bruises on your chest and back, and a bump on your noggin. You're lucky that your friends decided to throw you a surprise party for your birthday. All these physical ailments will heal eventually. What I'm worried about is your emotional and psychological state."
"Why? Do you think I'm emotional and psychologically unstable because I'm gay?"
"No, not at all, Ian. I'm not here to tell you that homosexuality is wrong, or that it makes you mentally unstable. I'm more worried about the impact that the attack is having on you."
"Oh," I said quietly. I was expecting the doctor to have a problem with my homosexuality and he had deflated all the bluster that I had been building.
"Your parents agree with me. They say that you feel a little guilty."
"I do," I said coughing from a dry throat. The doctor filled a glass with water and handed it to me. I thanked him and took a sip of the tepid water.
"You shouldn't feel guilty. There is no way you could've seen what Stefan was thinking."
"No, but his actions should have tipped me off. Instead I was more than willing to bend over and let him fuck me because I wanted it."
"You didn't ask to be raped, Ian. You asked for love."
"And that was my first mistake."
"Ian, I'm going to set up an appointment with a psychiatrist for you. I think it would help you to talk things over with her."
I nodded and then looked at the doctor hopefully. "So can I go home today?"
"There is no reason to keep you here. Your dad went home to get you some clothes and I think your mom is out in the lobby. She said you don't like people watching you sleep."
"Yeah," I said, scratching my arm. "It freaks me out."
The doctor nodded and smiled. He stood up and handed me a card. "This is the psychiatrist's card. She asked me to give this to you. We've set up an appointment with her for next week. She wants you to call if you need to talk before then.
"All right."
"And, I'll see you next week as well. I want you to come in so we can check those ribs out. No contact sports and no sex for a little while. The tear that Stefan opened up a few weeks ago isn't quite healed. Now, it'll heal all by itself but only if you don't aggravate it anymore."
"I wasn't planning on going out and having sex," I said coldly.
"No, and I didn't say that you were. I just don't want you using a dildo, or a vibrator, or your fingers in there. It may not be your cup of tea, but there are people who hurt themselves because we didn't tell not to do something. Just covering my butt here, sport."
I just nodded. The doctor went to the door and called my mother over. "Well, Mrs. Reynolds. You can take Ian home with you today. He should be fine."
"Thank you Doctor Brooks," My mom said, smiling at the young doctor. She walked into the room and kissed me on the forehead.
"Mom!" I wiped my forehead, and frowned at her. She just smiled at me and pinched my cheeks.
"Your dad's getting some clothes from home for you, and then we are going to BBQ some spare ribs and have a nice big family supper."
"Thanks mom," I said quietly. I looked back down at my hands and rubbed my forefinger. "Mom, have I disappointed you and dad? I know you wanted me to stay in the closet when we moved, but I..."
My mom wrapped me up in her arms as I began crying. "Oh baby, no. If you want to stay out of the closet we will support you all the way. We just thought it would be easier for you if you didn't tell anyone."
I cried in my mother's arms until my dad walked into the room. He walked over to the bed and mussed up my hair. Hey kiddo, how you feeling?"
"A little better," I said forcing a smile.
"That's good to hear. You mom and I will wait out in the hallway while you get dressed. I threw in a pair of sunglasses I picked up at the drugstore."
I nodded and watched as they walked out. Sliding out of the large hospital bed, I grabbed the white briefs off the bottom of the bag and pulled them on underneath the hospital gown. Pulling off the hospital gown, I grabbed the long sleeve t-shirt and jeans out of the bag. I had just finished dressing as the nurse walked in. She looked a little disappointed when she saw I was fully dressed.
"Oh good, you're dressed. Your parent's have signed the release forms, so any time you're ready to leave you can go."
"I'm ready," I said putting on the sunglasses my dad had bought. I walked out into the hallway and took my mom's hand.
"Let's get you home," My dad said.
When we arrived home, Stefan's mom came to our front door and rang the doorbell. I heard my mom arguing with her, telling her that she wasn't going to let her talk to me. I slowly walked to the front door and touched my mom's arm.
"It's all right, mom. I would like to talk to Mrs. Boychuk."
"Are you all right, Ian?" Mrs. Boychuk asked with tears in her eyes.
"I'm all right."
"Do you know where Stefan went?"
"No, I don't. If I did know, I would tell the police so they can arrest him."
"I understand. We just want to find our son. He's our only child and he means so much to us."
"What about his brother, Aaron?" I asked cynically.
"Aaron?" His mom asked, furrowing her brow.
"His older brother Aaron. The one that you and your husband disowned because he was gay."
"Ian, Stefan is an only child. There is no Aaron."
"But, Stefan told me all about him. About why you moved here. About your husband catching Aaron having sex with someone named Gerald."
"Gerald?"
"Yeah, Gerald."
"Gerald was the name of one of Stefan's invisible playmates."
"So Stefan lied to me from the beginning. He said that your husband freaked on Will one day about a comment he made about homosexuality."
"That didn't happen. You can ask Will. Ian, Stefan's dad has a gay sister living in Vancouver. He is very close to his sister."
I stayed quiet, as my mom came forward to wrap her arm around me. "Then why did Stefan rape Ian?"
"I don't know," Stefan's mom said as a tear rolled down her face, "I just don't know."
Continued.