Chapter One

I fell in love with Dani Reilly before I ever met her, and long before I had any inkling of her seriously kinky proclivities – or even my own.

I moved to this Midwestern suburb from upstate New York just prior to my last year of high school, practically the day I turned eighteen in fact. It had been the home of my wealthy grandparents. As their only descendant other than my dissolute father (whom they’d long since disowned) they’d left me everything.

This amounted to a fantastic house and an array of dependably lucrative investments, plus bank accounts and trust funds in the millions of dollars. The estate was structured however in a manner designed as much as possible to keep my parents from getting their hands on it – or even me from doing the same until I was mature enough not to be corrupted by it.

My asshole old man had been raised with every possible advantage. In consequence, he became a lazy, shiftless drunkard addicted to every vice conceivable. He also had an attitude of arrogant entitlement that made him habitually abusive. My mother was little better, and once cut off from the gravy train they’d succeeded in swiftly impoverishing us. My grandfather had hoped growing up poor would teach me some responsibility, and lead to a proper appreciation for my inheritance when it finally materialized. And of course, he wanted it to still be there for me when that time came. Thus it was that I got nothing until I turned eighteen, whereupon I suddenly came into possession of the house, a trust to cover my college education, an initial sum of ten thousand dollars and a living allowance of two thousand a month. The rest is still being withheld (and accruing interest) until I turn twenty-one.

The first thing I did was move the eleven hundred miles here to Centerville and cut off all ties. Still sporting the black eye I received as a parting gift from my father, I then bought my first computer, a TV and entertainment center and a whole new wardrobe. Then I enrolled in the local high school to start my senior year, and hopefully establish some kind of social life for once.

Alas, new clothes and resources do not immediately make for a new man. I was still rather short and slender; good-looking enough but not in any ruggedly masculine way. And as a result of being bullied all my life by both my domineering parents and contemptuous classmates I’ve always been meek and shy, devoid of any personal assertiveness or social graces. I was the original dateless wonder: cut from every sporting team I tried out for, rejected by every prospective girlfriend and ostracized as a ‘fag’ and ‘sissy’ even though I’ve never doubted my exclusive heterosexuality for an instant. They say there’s no such thing as a geographical cure, and apparently that’s as true for personality and socialization as it is for addiction. Even out from under the shadow of poverty and parents and with practically unlimited financial prospects, I soon found high school the same lonely, friendless ordeal as befor