This is a true story. The only thing to remember is that this is only my side of the story. Maybe the perspective of the other is quite different. Then again, I have a feeling they'll never talk about it. ** Special Note ** The story I am telling here is something that happened. It also involves a definite illegal action or two. I do not condone nor imply that what I write here is acceptable. To me, it was simply something that happened, not to be emulated. Think of the story as more of a warning against similar folly. Stu's Game Chapter 1 Leaving Home I was moving out. There was no way that I could continue to live at my Mom's house. We just fought all of the time. It was getting to the point that I was starting to have stomach pain at the thought of coming home. Too much shit raining down on my head lately. Not only that, I was worried about it overflowing onto my siblings. So, time to go. Mom and I sat down to try one last time to work it out. Didn't happen. I had already found a new place to live. I had become really good friends with a comic book store owner. He had offered to let me move in with him if things got to be too much to handle. Since I was only 17, it kept getting thrown back in my face that I was stuck there. I decided to apply for California Minor Emancipation. This meant that my parents would no longer be responsible for me and I would be declared a legal adult. The requirements for it weren't too hard in my mind. First a legal residence separate from that of the parents. Second, employment sufficient to meet bills incurred. Third, continuing to attend school with a "c" average. I had found the residence. The job wouldn't be a problem. The grades could be dealt with. To make it a hell of a lot easier, my Mom even agreed to not fight me in court over this. Within the week, I moved in with Stu. He's the one who owned the comic book store. He was also 35 years older than me, at the time. Yeah, I knew he was gay. Didn't bother me. I knew I was too. I didn't think it about it all that much. I was still a virgin due to not meeting anyone that interested me enough to do something about it. I was 6'2", with muddy brown short cut hair, hazel eyes with brown centers. I weighed about 176 pounds with a 28" waist. Very thin but with legs from hell. For those that will absolutely die if they don't know, yes, I'm cut. I had walked to school most of my life, plus horseback riding, bicycling and swimming. My legs were the one thing about my body that I felt good about. Naturally, I showed them off as much as I could. Yup, I wore shorts (really short ones) until it got so cold that I had no choice but to put pants on or freeze my assets off. Thankfully, in California that might not be till late December. I had met Stu in a round about manner. I had gotten into collecting comic books because of a friend of mine. He went to a particular store once a week to get his latest stuff. I had seen a really cool looking cover at Circle K and got intrigued with the story. I can remember it well. It was a Marvel Comics, X-men issue with Storm on the cover. She had this awesome white Mohawk cut and black leather clothes. This huge green snake is wrapped around her and she has it by the head with one hand and holds a wicked looking Bowie knife in the other ready to stab it. I was hooked. So, the next time my friend went to get his books, I rode along with him. After a couple of months of this, I got to know Stu fairly well. Well enough that I told him about my home problems. He was sympathetic and supportive. Within a couple of more months he offered to let me move in if things got too bad. Told him I would consider it. He was about 57, I think. Hard to remember exactly now. 5'7" with mostly gray hair, some black still mixed in. Now, looking back, he reminds me of one of the characters that Whoopi Goldberg talked about in her Broadway stand up routine. The Jamaican housekeeper and the "old raison". Guess who I mean! So, anyway, I ended up deciding to go ahead and move in with him. He made it very clear that there would be no "strings" attached to it. Good thing too, 'cause I had no interest in him, sexually. Chapter 2 Moving In Well, a week after talking to my Mom about it, I moved in with Stu. I had my own room, toward the back of the house. Stu had a Siamese cat that I just loved. It was definitely a guard cat. Hated everyone including Stu. Loved me on sight though. I was kind of shocked at the condition things were in though. It was the worst condition that I had ever seen any living space in. I mean scary. Well, down to work. I cleaned as much as I could and then got stalled. No vacuum cleaner anywhere. Tore that damn place apart trying to find one too. There wasn't one. Swearing to myself, I called my Mom and asked if I could borrow hers for the day. She agreed and brought it over. The stunned look on her face when she got there and walked in was priceless. Well, it would have been if I hadn't of agreed with her one hundred percent. Without another word, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. Between the two of us, we got the living room, kitchen and my room done by late that afternoon. We collapsed onto two recliners and panted. Both of us were covered in dirt from head to foot. You could see the sweat trails on our faces. Still, the house was now livable, barely. I think we killed the poor vacuum cleaner though. As we sat, Sebastian the cat gave Mom a sniff and then curled up in her lap. Well, that made two people who had passed his bizarre kitty test. The only two that I ever heard of too. When she had recovered her breath a bit, she asked if I was still sure about this whole idea. I told her that it would work out. She just nodded her tired head and let it go. I helped her to her car and went back in for a shower. Stu was surprised and impressed with the house when he got home. I informed him that we left his bedroom alone. There was no way that we were going in there. He nodded and made himself a Scotch on the rocks. He was tired too. A shipment had come in that morning. We both just sat and watched TV for a while. When he got up to go get something to eat, I witnessed one of the weirdest things I have ever seen. Sabastian got off of my lap, looked around, walked to the kitchen and then back again. When Stu hadn't come back right away, Sebastian walked over to the Scotch glass that was sitting on the floor. He then daintily stuck his nose in and began to lap it up. The cat was drinking Stu's Scotch! I couldn't believe it. That cat must have lowered what was left in the glass by half before I actually recovered enough to shoo him off. I told Stu what had happened when he came back and stared at his nearly empty glass. He just nodded and scolded Sebastian. Sebastian just licked his whiskers and yawned. I laughed myself out and then went to bed. Chapter 3 Settling In Things settled into a pattern over the next few weeks. I went to school, I went to work and I came home and crashed. Life on your own is not all its cracked up to be when they advertise the joys of not living with your parents. I began to see the world in a new way in a hurry. Most of the people I knew in high school had no clue what the world is really like. They were all so concerned with popularity and dances that I just shook my head. Anyway, I was too tired to care about much for a long time. This is a good place to mention one of Stu's hobbies. He had over 3000 videotapes. They were on bookcases through the entire house, with the exception of my room. He had cable and taped everything he could. Entire TV series, movies, specials, you name it, he probably had it or soon would. He even kept track of everything with the huge filing card system. It was really cool to be able to name any movie and have it pulled off a shelf in seconds. The quality was not always great on some of the older tapes but it still rocked. I can remember one weekend that we went on this vampire craze. He had every vampire movie that had ever been made up to then. Mind you, this was the late eighties. It was a hell of a lot of fun. We did werewolf night, zombie night, just plain mixed horror night, fantasy/sci-fi night, and just about any type of movie genre you can think of. It was way cool. During one of these all weekend movie binges, Stu found out that I liked wine. I had found some in the fridge and tasted it out of curiosity. Its not like I hadn't had it before at family functions, I just wanted to see what this kind was like. Stu noticed and told me that I could have it. Hey, worked for me. After that, a new bottle would be in the fridge whenever the old one ran out. He offered me some of his Scotch, but the taste almost made me wretch. Chapter 4 Not long after the wine experiment, Steve started trying to do things for me. The kind of things that cost money. I immediately put a stop to it. I didn't want that kind of obligation hanging over my head. He got really drunk one night and said that he wanted to take care of me. What the hell?!? No! was the very firm answer he got. I would handle money issues myself. If I wanted something, I would save up for it and get it myself. He was not too happy about how stubborn I got over it. He gave up, or so I thought. I was pretty sure of myself. Aren't all 17 year olds? Things went smoothly for a couple of more months. No big pressing troubles. Enough money from my job to keep me happy and bills paid. Not that I had all that many bills. Was still only working part time because of school. The one thing that I let Stu get away with was refusing to accept rent money. Probably a dumb move on my part, but it made him happy. As for my attempt at Emancipation... that fell flat. You see, my parents were divorced. She is here in California; he was in Texas. I had called him to see if he would also sign off on it, thereby avoiding a big legal hassle. He told me flat out that he would fight it in Texas court. I knew damn well that it would drag on and on. I would turn 18 before the case ever made it into court. I was furious. The only reason he was going to fight it was because my Mom was OK with it. I have never forgiven him, don't think I ever will. So, there was nothing to do but wait out the 4 months until I turned 18. Arghhhhh!!! Chapter 5 Plans are Laid I switched schools to make life easier on me. There was a continuation high school less than a couple of miles from where I was already going. After some serious research, I found out that I could get a regular diploma from my old high school since I was close to graduating. They have since terminated that program, I hear. Anyway, I went with my Mom to the guidance counselor at my old school. He said that I couldn't switch schools because I was not failing 2 classes. Stupid rule and stupid thing to tell me. Within a month, I turned back my grades in economics and US government. The rest I still had A's in. We went back to the idiot and got me transferred. Next, we trotted on over to the continuation school for an appointment with the vice-principal there. Mom and I sat waiting for half and hour before finally being shown in. After we seated ourselves, he went straight for the throat. Looking down at my school file sitting on his desk, he looked me right in the eye and told us that he didn't think that this was going to work. He didn't think that I would perform. I looked over at my Mom just as she looked at me. We both burst out laughing. I told him that I would shock the hell out him. He explained the classes and how they worked. Very different from regular high school. You went your own speed, not the classes. I just grinned at him. My, my, my... how time flies. I was back in the vice- principal's office 2 weeks later. All of my classes were finished. Straight A's. Not only that, but I was 5 credits over what I needed to graduate from my old school. He just sat there stunned. Being the total smart-ass, I inquired as to whether my performance was satisfactory. He just nodded. Also mumbled something about a new school record for finishing a class, a semester and actually graduating. I didn't let him know that I had stayed up until 4 in the morning to get that last class done for today. So, graduated a few months ahead of my class. Because of the timing and the program, I was not allowed to walk with the rest of my class. Didn't bother me. Wasn't something I really cared about. All I knew was, DONE! No more school until I was ready for it. Celebrated that night with a friend from work, his Jacuzzi and a bottle of Crown Royale that he got his uncle to buy for me. It was a total blast. He was cute, but totally straight. Therefore, nothing happened, more's the pity. Chapter 6 The Game Begins Now here's where it got tricky. Not long after I finished school, Stu had been setting a little something up. It was a weekend and I had it off. He brought home a gallon of wine that he knew I liked. At his suggestion, we had ourselves a party of 2. Every time a glass of wine was emptied, he poured me another. The whole time, he drank only his Scotch. Got quite a buzz. I also damn near finished the whole gallon. When he felt that I was properly smashed, I found out what other hobbies he had that we had never talked about. He was totally into S & M type bondage scenarios. In fact, he rather liked the S part. He wanted me for the M part. Just laughed. He challenged me to give it a try. I told him it wouldn't work with me. Again he challenged me to last least give it a try. I shrugged. OK, but don't say I didn't warn him. I also wasn't as drunk as he thought I was. You see, I am one of those people that are pretty well immune to lesser alcohol. Hard stuff is another matter. He got up and went into his room. When he came back, he had about 20 feet of a soft nylon rope in his hands. The first game was to be tying me up. Again I laughed. Told him flat out that I could get out of anyway that he chose to tie my hands. I also flat out refused to allow my feet to be tied. He accepted the challenge with a grin. Thought he was hot shit with a rope. Guess he should have been with his experience. He did a really good job with the rope. Normally, it would have worked with most people. Lucky for me, I read a lot. Also read things that most people don't. Now, I am a very flexible person. Total klutz I may be, but flexible indeed. I had completely flexed my wrists as he was busy wrapping them. On top of that, I was sweating a bit. He finished and sat back to watch me struggle. Or so he thought. With a minute I handed him back the rope. I had no problem getting out of the tangle. Guess it impressed him. He then challenged me to get out of handcuffs. Being no dummy, I knew what he was setting up. He wanted to fuck me. He also wanted me to react to his little games. He didn't come out and say it, but it seemed pretty plain to me. When I didn't respond to his challenge right away, he backed off for a little while. Got me more wine too. Persistent, ain't he? I took the wine and waited him out. When I thought he had waited to the point of exploding, I told him fine. If he could get me to react, I'd let him do whatever he wanted. I still had a few tricks up my sleeves. Chapter7 The Main Event He took me into his bedroom. I followed without protest. Once there he pushed me onto his bed as roughly as he dared. I kept a blank expression on my face. When he ordered me to remove my shirt, I did nothing. He looked a bit startled by that. Hey, the rules were laid out plain enough. Get me to react. Just had no intention of doing it. I was pissed off. No strings, huh? Try and get me drunk, huh? Well, this game was going to be a bust if I could help it. When he finally realized that there was going to be no response of any kind, he took over completely. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Bastard! He had planned on them all along. Just made me madder. He didn't know how mad I was though. Not so much as a twitch off of me. Stu sat on the bed next to me and pulled my hands behind my back to handcuff me. Then he pulled my shirt up and over my head. With my hands firmly together the shirt couldn't come off. It just restrained me further. Then he undid the button to my shorts. Lifting my legs, he eased them down around my ankles. Stu pushed in the center of my chest and I fell backwards onto his bed. Now my hands were completely trapped. Still got nothing from me. I was busy shutting down. I mean that literally. I was putting up walls in my head. Nothing was going to get through. I was also regulating my breathing. My Mom had loaned me some of her yoga books and I used the breathing exercises pretty regularly. So, in essence, I slammed down the mental "off" button with regard to anything happening to my body. Now that my shorts were around my ankles, he then pulled my white briefs to my mid thighs. Yup, that left me pretty much hanging in the wind, so to speak. He said something around the time he was ogling my semi-nakedness, but I honestly don't remember what that was. I was so focused on internals that externals kinda just didn't register. Even the buzz from the wine was gone now. It was dawning on me how dumb I was. Then the other shoe dropped. He had lit a candle and was dripping hot wax all over my chest in patterns. I almost leapt out of my skin when the drips hit my nipples. Yeah, they got hard. From the wax, not from any excitement! I just clamped my teeth together and didn't move. Any reaction and the asshole was going to fuck my brains out. I also finally realized that it had been a particularly bad idea to have placed the stakes that I did. It was a shock to realize that he probably wouldn't care if he hurt me when he did fuck me. Not exactly ideal for a way to loose one's virginity. I had read 'some' gay porn, so I wasn't oblivious to the fact that my first time was going to hurt like hell to start with. Well, the only way out that I could see was to finish this. Chapter 8 End Game He began to get very frustrated with me. My will was strong and I did not give in to anything he did. He tried pinching, slapping, caressing, you name it, and it got tried more than once. Nothing from me. I was getting worried though, about what would happen when he did give up. After all, he did have the keys to the handcuffs. Rape was becoming a primary concern for me now. God, it was stupid to accept this damn challenge in the first place! Stu even tried going down on me. It almost worked. The minute I felt a response beginning to happen, I clamped down on myself. I only had to remember the previous bullshit he had pulled to keep my self from getting hard in his frustrated mouth. My rage at him was growing by the minute. How can you keep doing this when it is so obvious that your would be 'partner' wants nothing to do with it? Finally, he gave up on trying to get me hard. Believe me, I was relieved! I am pretty sure that if he had kept at it long enough, I would have popped an erection despite my efforts at controlling it. I wanted to vomit at the thought of him actually managing to get me hard. Just as I thought he had given up on the whole thing, he switched tactics on me. He tried kissing me. His breath stank of Scotch. I almost bit him when he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth. I held myself back though. When this last ditch effort didn't have the result he wanted, Stu finally gave up. Now came the moment of truth... was he going to let me out of the damn handcuffs? I got lucky, finally. He sat me back up and unlocked the cuffs. Phew!!! I got on my feet and returned my clothing to where they belonged... on my body! So ended that game. I know now that I was incredibly lucky and that it could have easily turned out for the worst possible. Epilogue Yeah, I should have known better. Yes, I made mistake after mistake. Fortune smiled but doesn't often. Stu never did try to do or start anything again after that incident. The cold shoulder I gave him the next day might have had something to do with that. Maybe it was the guard I acquired not long after that. Sebastian, Stu's cat started a new habit. It was summer and I was sleeping in my room in nothing but undies. It was about 95 degrees at midnight. Too hot to sleep with anything more on. I am also a stomach sleeper; legs spread- eagle during the summer. Anyway, I didn't have my door completely shut. I wake up and there is this hot hairy thing lying in my crotch. Sebastian had pushed my door open, jumped up on the bed and curled up on the bed directly in my crotch. His head was facing the door. I woke up because he was hissing vehemently. When I raised my head and looked at the door from over my shoulder, I saw Stu's head poked into my room watching me. Apparently, Sebastian did not like either of us being disturbed while we slept. I let him sleep wherever he wanted after that. No more midnight visits from roommates after that either. I moved out a couple of months after the game night. I decided to stay friends with him. That only lasted a few years after anyway due to other problems he caused for me. To this day, I can't drink Scotch or Chablis wine. Makes me ill just smelling them. Moral of the story... not all knights ride white horses and are good people, and some strings are transparent until pulled.