Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2000 11:53:14 PDT
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Judgment Error 10

	The following program contains material suited for a mature audience.  If
you are not over 18 you should be leaving now.  Of course I can't control
you and neither can anyone else really.  This story is entirely false except
for the true parts.  This is the tenth chapter of the story and I highly
recommend reading the first nine chapters which can be found in the Nifty
Archive.  And now for our feature presentation.  Viewer Discretion is
advised...

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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.