Date: Thu, 06 Nov 2003 11:22:31 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Stephen Miller's Journal by Tom Cup - Chapter 6- A/Y, Incest Copyright 2000 - 2003 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? The Innocents: Paulo and Beto Chapter 14: Added 11/05 Airport Voyeur by Adam Bricker: Chapter 5: Added 11/04* Lion of Bolognia Chapter 5: Added 11/03* Lion of Bolognia Chapter 4: Added 11/02* Short Story: Tricked and Treated: Added 10/31 Labor of Love by Peter Wiggins Chapter 2: Added 10/20 The Nasty Boys Club Chapter 2: Added 10/12* Calvin: Indentity Crisis Part 2 Chapter 1 Added 10/3 *TomCup.com now offers an Executive Club membership! Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ************************************************************************ The Other Shoe November 30, 1992 I was raped today. Yes, raped. By Dr. Ritten. I can never tell anyone `cause he does know about the boys and me. He called me into his office as soon as I got up. I hadn't had time to talk with Jon or Robby. I was terrified. He closed and locked the door when I entered. Then he sat behind his desk and motioned for me to take a seat in one of the high back chairs. He silently tapped his fingertips together while staring at me. I couldn't look at him; I just couldn't. "Been having fun fucking my boys?" he asked. I began to cry. I was shaking my head not because I hadn't been having fun, at least up until yesterday, but I wanted to say I was sorry, and that it wasn't like he thought. He took it to mean that I was denying that I had carnal knowledge of the boys. He stood up, towering above me. "Are you going to sit there and deny you've been having sex with my boys?" he asked, "'Cause if you are I can produce proof." I was crushed to despair. I cried the more and told him I was sorry, I told him I would resign; and I begged him not have me arrested. He stared blankly as I pleaded with him. And I knew that my fate lay in his hands. "So you understand all the legal implications that you face, or should I list them... starting with.... Hmmm.... Two counts of sodomy with minors (if it was only twice, maybe you should do the math in your head. Maybe you should count how many times you penetrated them, hmmm. You can multiply can't you Stephen?) ... that alone would put you away for thirty years or more." He paused waiting for his words to sink in. I cried. He waited. "So what do you think we should do about this Stephen." "I'll leave sir. I won't come back. I'll leave school and everything. Please Dr. Ritten. I'm so sorry, please, please, please. He laughed. "So you think you should be able to raid the vineyard and not have to pay the wine master, is that it?" It did sound ridiculous. I shook my head and whispered `no'. He sighed. "I suppose you could say that the boys tempted, led, you into the relationship but that wouldn't really matter, would it Stephen? After all, they are minors and you are not. You are an adult in a position of trust, aren't you?" I nodded. I understood that no matter how it was stated I was at fault. "And," Dr. Ritten continued, "we both know that they did initiate things. But it doesn't mean a thing, does it? It doesn't change your situation in the least." I stared at him. He knew. He had known. "But," I started. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. That if I knew and didn't stop it wasn't I an accessory to the crime?" He laughed. "No Stephen. No court would believe I knew anything about it and of course I would deny I did. I would be the grieving, well-respected Psychiatrist that noticed mood changes in his sons. I'll cart them in, they'll weep -- Oh, will they weep -- telling what you did to them. Your insistence that I knew would go against you. So you see, even knowing that I knew doesn't help." I nodded and conceded. He could do whatever he wanted. He sat staring at me. "Of course, I would have to notify your parents of your misuse of my trust. What would you tell them Stephen? Would you tell them of this conversation? Would you try to convince them that it was all a set up, as surely now you know it was? What difference would it make Stephen in the face of two weeping boys and the court? How would mommy and daddy react to finding out in one day that their son is both gay and a pedophile?" I tried to shut my eyes, to shut out what I was hearing. I didn't want to believe any of it but I knew he was telling the truth. I wouldn't be able to face my parents. "I'll do anything," I whispered. "What did you say?" "I said I'll do anything. Please, Dr. Ritten don't turn me in; don't put me in jail. I know it was wrong. I know it but please..." I was crying again. I had never been in trouble before, never; I hadn't even had a traffic ticket. I didn't know what the inside of a police station looked like except for what I had seen on television or in the movies. I had also seen, and heard, enough about what they do in prison to child molesters that I couldn't bear the thought. I didn't know what I was asking I just wanted a way out. I didn't want to go to jail. "You'll do anything?" Dr. Ritten asked. "Anything." Dr. Ritten eyed me casually. "I hope you mean that Stephen. Cause I am going to give you a way out of the hole you've dug yourself into." "What do you want me to do?" "First there are some rules. Are you willing to follow the rules I lay down without fail Stephen?" "I'll do what you say." "Good. Stand up." I obeyed. I was told to strip, fold my clothes neatly and to place them in a pile on the other chair. When I hesitated, Dr. Ritten simply raised an eyebrow. I knew he was serious. I undressed, folded my clothes, and put them neatly in the other chair. I stood naked before him with my hands cupping my genitalia. I was told to remove my hands and place them at my side. I obeyed. "Good. That's a start. Rule one, when I call you to this room, from here on out, you will enter, close and lock the door behind you, strip nude and stand before me as you are now. Is that clear?" I nodded. "The response you are looking for is `yes sir'." "Yes sir," I whispered. "Number two, you will do favors for me, the boys, and whomever I tell you without fail, (you do know what I mean by `favors' don't you?), and you will never, on your life breathe a word of what happens in this house. You got the rules, Stephen?" I started to nod but then choked, "Yes sir." "Shall we start your new duties then?" It wasn't a question. He stood and circled behind me. He pushed my shoulders, so that I was hunched over his desk. I heard his zipper unfasten. I felt his hand manipulating my exposed ass. He plunged a finger into my rectum. I winced but he paid no attention. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't think of any other way to escape being jailed. I continued to cry as he entered, pumped and spilled himself inside of me. ******** We all ate dinner together. It was fairly silent. As I was clearing the table Dr. Ritten put a hand on my ass. Robby and Jon watched as I stood silently and allowed him to grope me. He had an amused look on his face. "A fine catch boys," he said, "Whose turn is it with our boy toy tonight?" Robby immediately left the table and ran to his room. We heard his door slam even from the dining room. Dr. Ritten shrugged. "Guess that means you're on Jon." Jon nodded. "Where?" Jon asked. "Hmmm... Hasn't done it in your bath yet. How about there? You run a bath while he finishes up. What do you say, Stephen? Up for a hot, steamy, session with Jon?" I wasn't but I nodded. "Excellent! I'm looking forward to it," Dr. Ritten said. Jon smiled sheepishly. I reported to Jon's room as instructed. Jon was lounging in his tub, stroking himself. I was trembling. I didn't want to have sex under these conditions. I stood staring at him. "What are you staring at? Get undressed," Jon said. "I thought your Dad was going to watch." "He is," Jon said pointing at the shower head and nodding to the ornament over the door, "From the study. So make it good." I undressed staring at the objects that Jon had pointed out. I could barely make them out but could now see the miniature camera lens. I understood. Dr. Ritten had been filming the boys and me from the beginning. The first night I jacked off to the sounds of Robby and Jon, my masturbating in the shower, every moment of sex with Jon, Robby or both was on film somewhere for Dr. Ritten's viewing. I slid into the bath with Jon. He pulled me to himself and began kissing me. He wanted me to wash him, which I did. He then bathed me. I would have been in complete despair had it not been for when Jon rinsed my hair, he bent close to my ear and whispered, "We're really sorry. We like you." It made the rest of the bath bearable. ******** Dr. Ritten came to my room afterwards and told me that it was a fine performance but he expected me to loosen up, forget about the cameras, and act like I was enjoying myself. "After all, you were enjoying it before. Weren't you?" "Yes sir." "So enjoy it now," he ordered and left the room. I was lying on my bed weeping when I heard the door open again. This time it was Robby. I dried my face and sat up. He undressed me and told me to get in bed. He also undressed and climbed in bed with me. I wondered where the cameras were located in my room. Robby nestled close to me, kissed me on the cheek, and then laid his head on my chest. I waited for instructions that never came. "Sorry," Robby whispered before we both fell asleep. December 1, 1992 I was informed today that I wasn't allowed to go home for Christmas after all. Dr. Ritten was having `friends' over the week before up until New Years and wanted me there. I was to notify my parents. He said that he didn't care what I told them but I was to make arrangements to be at his disposal. When he left the house, I thought about just running away; but I figured with the tapes, and the hold he had on Robby and Jon, the law would find me and my running would only serve his plans. Running would prove my guilt. I tried the door to the study. I guess I thought if, at least, I could destroy the tapes I would have a fighting chance, but it was locked. I didn't really think that Dr. Ritten would be that careless. I did get one glimmer of hope, though. Robby was sullen and moody through breakfast. When Dr. Ritten reinforced his hold on me by running his hand up my leg and along the crack of my ass, Robby blurted out, "Leave him alone!" Dr. Ritten laughed and said, "You're quite taken with him? Well, well, Stephen, you have a champion. But it changes nothing." "It's my day with him," Robby said, "I get to say what he has to do. Leave him alone." Jon said nothing. He blushed slightly but kept his eyes on his plate even when Dr. Ritten looked in his direction. "Jesus!" the doctor boomed, "Don't tell me you're getting sentimental about him too! You guys are turning out just like your mother." Dr. Ritten threw his napkin on the table and left, getting narrow eyed looks from both boys. Robby got up and hugged me, telling me again he was sorry. I told him it wasn't his fault and that I knew what we were doing was wrong. "I guess that's how it works," I said, "do something that's wrong and sooner or later you pay for it one way or another." "Oh Stephen," Robby cried and again ran to his room. "He's in love with you, you know," Jon spoke finally. I nodded. "I like you but he loves you. I thought he was joking when he first told me, so did Dad. He wanted to let you go. I should have listened." "It's not your fault," I said again. "Isn't it Stephen? We knew the game. We played you. Now Dad and his friends will have their fun. Robby was right; we had enough tape for Dad to entertain with for God knows how long, until we found someone else at least. We didn't need to take it this far. Not with you." "Thanks Jon for telling me that but it doesn't change things." "Changes a lot. Robby loves you. I love him. So what am I going to do? I got Dad on one side and Robby on the other. It sucks." I sighed, sat next to him and held his hand. I couldn't believe that, as fucked up as the situation was, I was about to try to make Jon believe everything was going to work out. "Well," I said, "Your Dad was right about one thing. I was enjoying it before I found out what was really going on, so I guess I'd better get used to it again and, at least, try to enjoy it." Jon laughed shaking his head. "You're crazy Stephen. I wish mom were here. Maybe she could have figured something out," he said. "Well, when she gets back maybe she will," I said cheerfully. Jon shook his head. "She's not coming back, Stephen," he said. "But I thought..." Jon shook his head. "Let it rest Stephen. Just let it rest." "OK," I sighed, "But we'll make the best of it, OK? I'll stop fighting it. What else can I do? Besides, I do love you guys." "Tell it to Robby," Jon said, "He's the one that needs to hear it." ************************************************************************ Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or get a signed copy from Tom Cup.com.