Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2007 16:11:50 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewrightaz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chpt. Two  "One Hot Cop"        Gay/encounters

			 One Hot Cop, Officer Greg

		      Chapter Two:  In the Motel Room

			      By: Wade Wright


	Taking advantage of their privacy, being in the motel room, and
before he hit the road to finish his day of "road duty", Greg made sure he
knew just how good Shawn's ass felt, and once again reconfirmed, with his
soon to be "bottom boy", that he would be back right at about 8:30 and once
again instructed Shawn to be good and ready to get a good ass fucking by
one hot, hung, and horny cop.
	"Your ass feels damn good, and I am getting real anxious to stuff
it full with my meat.  You make sure you are good and ready for me when I
get back, OK?"
	Shawn told Greg that he sure didn't need to be reminded any more to
be ready!  He was already more than ready, and made one last strong grab
onto the meaty steak rod that he was now really getting very, very anxious
to get uncovered, get it good and hard, and to get it up and into his butt
hole.
	Greg slightly slapped his "bottom boy" on the ass and left to
finish his day of traffic duty.
	Shawn called his man Rog and told Rog of what was going on.  "Yeah
I know honey, but he's just a married guy that likes to fuck a guy's ass
once in awhile, and besides he's a Highway Patrolman.  How wild can a guy
like that be?  Hey Rog Hon, if you could see the body on this guy, you'd be
spreading your legs wide open for him too.  Hot, ---damn hot man!  Hey Rog,
I love you man, but I got to admit that this guy is pure prime meat as far
as his body is concerned, and besides, even though I haven't seen it yet,
---but I sure have grabbed it, ---I kind of think that dick just might be
the dick of death!  Rog, he is one of those hot looking cops that we see
out on the highway with those ass hugging tight, tight uniform pants on
that shows every muscle he's got, and showing off his crotch like some lit
up Christmas tree.  Rog, I'm serious, I've gotta do it with him.  I've
always wanted a chance to get to one of these officers, and this one is
hotter than any of `em I've ever seen before.  His shirt is so fucking
tight on his big arms and his chest, I just wanna run my tongue all over it
and suck on his tits through it!  Rog, he is hot, fucking hot!  But Rog,
I'm sure he'll probably only be here long enough to get his rocks off and
then hit the road.  I'm sure he's so used to being drooled all over.  I'm
sure he's just gonna be here long enough to get his rocks off, satisfy
himself and his dick, and then hit the road.  I'm sure every guy that he's
ever had in bed has worshiped him and his muscles, got their ass fucked,
and then watched him walk out the door as the poor bottom guy just laid
there and still felt horny ass hell!  Hey, after he leaves, I'll probably
have to jerk myself off to get my jollies for the night!  Hey, I might be
left just laying there feeling horny as hell, but man, I know I will have
been fucked by one hell of a hot and big muscled highway officer.  Rog,
this is a once in a lifetime chance, and I've gotta do it. How many times
have I looked at one of those guys, straddling his big hog bike, with his
crotch being pushed right down tight on the gas tank, and I told you how I
wanted to let him fuck the hell out of me?  And besides, I'm getting a free
room to use for the night while the car is out of commission.  I'll be home
tomorrow just as soon as they get the car fixed and I can get back on the
road.  Yeah, love you too.  Talk to you tomorrow and I'll let you know how
the fucking went!  Yeah, bye honey!"
	Shawn took advantage of the shower and then redressed and headed
down the street to the restaurant that Greg had mentioned to him.
Following a rather boring and lonesome hamburger and fries, Shawn headed
back to the motel room and pondered just how he was going to spend the next
two hours waiting on the magic 8:30 to arrive, and his hot looking fucking
officer to arrive along with it.
	As Shawn got back to the motel room, he opened the door, entered
and as he closed the door he realized that there was a brown paper bag
sitting on the dresser that had not been there when he left.  Going over to
the bag, he unfolded the top and looked in to find a note inside.  "Used
the other room key and left this here for you while you were out.  The
douche hose fits the shower head in the motel, and the grease will
definitely help you out when it's, "slam it up in your ass time."  So have
your ass good and cleaned out and then well greased up by the time I get
there!  Put the candle in an ash tray and light it.  See you at 8:30.  Be
ready boy!  I need ass!"
	Shawn was quite shocked, but at the same time quite pleased that
Greg was showing he knew the "tricks of the game" so to say.  Suddenly
Shawn started to realize that Officer Greg just might have a little more
gay experience than he had originally thought!  He gave Rog one more quick
phone call and told him about the surprise package that Greg had dropped
off, and his heightened excitement that just maybe Greg was not quite the
novice at this as he had assumed he was.  He said he sure was glad Greg
thought of some grease since he wasn't too experienced at getting it up in
the ass, but the candle was a little confusing to him.  He told Rog he
guessed that was just so they would have some light in the room, but could
have the room lights off.  He told Rog he would give him a full report
later, after Greg had left.
	The remaining two hours passed by much more quickly for Shawn than
he had originally thought it might.  Part of the time was consumed with his
getting the douche hose hooked up and then properly used.  He grinned as he
opened the small can of Crisco and imagined the Highway Patrolman going
into a grocery store, all decked out in his officer's uniform and
purchasing just one small can of Crisco.  Shawn wondered if the grocery
checkout person maybe silently wondered just why, all of a sudden this, on
duty officer, just had to have a can of Crisco.  And he wondered, almost
out loud, just where Greg hid that shower douche hose.  Unless it was in
the patrol car, maybe Jay and George helped out there too.
	With only two minutes to go before the magic 8:30 arrived, the room
phone rang.  Shawn answered it.  It was Greg calling.  "Hey boy, I will be
there in just about 5 minutes.  Did you find the hose and the grease?"
	"Yeah.  Yes I did!"
	"Did you use the hose?"
	"Yeah Greg, yeah I did."
	"Sir!  Sir!  Hey boy, did you hear those words?  Sir!  From right
now on, I am Sir!  Understand?"
	"Uh yeah!  Yes I do!"  Shawn responded in a rather meek and mellow
shocked manner.
	"OK boy, ---is your ass full of grease?  Did you use the grease up
in there so I don't pull your innards out of you?  Did you pack your ass?"
	"Yes I did.  Yes I'm all greased up, ---Sir!"
	"Fine.  I'll be there very shortly.  Have the window drapes closed,
the room lights off, light the candle, and have the front door standing
open.  I'll be in my truck and will be parking right in front of your room!
You ready for me, boy?"
	"Uh, --- yes, yeah I am!  Yes Sir, yes,--I am ready!  Yes, I am
ready!!"
	Suddenly and with some surprise even to himself, Shawn had suddenly
gained some more masculine composure and had moved beyond his state of
shock with Greg's new tougher and rougher manner that he was now using.
	Shawn turned off the room lights, lit the candle, opened the door
and then stood back so that he was not immediately visible if, in the rare
chance, anybody happened to walk past the open door.  As he stood back in
the shadows he watched for a truck to enter the parking lot.  Within only
about two minutes a very beefy extended cab Dodge Ram drove in, backed in
toward his door, and to his complete surprise Greg got out, dressed only in
tight leather chaps , boots, hat, arm bands, and a vest.  No pants!  Chaps
and a completely exposed rod and a totally bare ass!
	"Oh my God!"  Shawn exclaimed to himself five times very rapidly.
"Oh shit man, oh God!"
	Greg entered the room, closed the door and without saying a word,
swung Shawn around so that he was reaching around to the front of Shawn,
and placed a leather blindfold on Shawn's face.
	"There boy!  There!  I'll let you look at me later.  Right now you
just put your bare assed little body down there on that bed and I'll be
right back."
	Shawn heard Greg open the room door and then very quickly heard him
come back into the room and close the door.  He heard Greg set something
onto the dresser.  Then he heard the sounds of items being moved around
that he was not too certain of what they were.  Chains, ---he heard chains!
Something sounded like wood but he just was not sure!  Silently he laid
there, his gut down and his bare, greased, ass up pointing toward the sky,
wondering just what was happening that he was not aware of.
	"You trust me boy?"  Greg asked.  "You trust me?"
	Not as totally confident as he would have answered only about 5
minutes ago, Shawn did reply, "Yeah.  Yeah,-------I do, ------Sir."
	Shawn was very quickly realizing that his previous conversation
with Rog was turning out to be completely incorrect.  He was now quickly
becoming aware that Greg was not just the, "married daddy type" that likes
to fuck some guy's ass once in awhile. He was now finding out very solidly
how much more experienced and how much more sexually active Greg was, than
just being the "married daddy type" of a guy.  He heard the chains again.
	"Last chance to change your mind boy, you trust me boy?"
	Slowly and very hesitantly, and only after taking a very deep
breath, Shawn did answer, "Yes sir, yes I do!"
	Suddenly, very suddenly, Shawn simply knew that he was truly now
the "Boy", and the big officer was the "Sir", and the actions that were
going to happen from this point on were now at Greg's complete control.  He
realized that he had submitted his complete existence to the big man when
he once again confirmed, even though very weakly confirmed, that yes he did
trust him.
	Shawn felt Greg grab hold of his left wrist and pull it up toward
the head of the bed, and then, with somewhat of a bit of concern and some
alarm, he felt Greg strapping a very heavy leather wrist strap onto that
wrist.  He also again heard chains.
	Greg buckled the wrist restraint and then again asked, "You trust
me boy?  You trust me?"
	Shawn seriously listened to the question and took a moment to
answer.  For a slight moment he thought maybe he really should admit that
maybe, just maybe, he did not completely trust Greg,-- now that things had
changed so drastically, but he then realized that for one time in his life,
he was being given the opportunity to submit himself to some other guy,
somebody that was one of the hottest looking and walking human male
specimen he had ever been close to, and somebody that, he now knew, must
have had more experience in some wilder gay sex than he did, although he
always thought that he was pretty well experienced, himself.  He quickly
questioned the funny little old motel that he was in, not one of the
greatest places on earth, nobody else was within yelling distance that he
knew about, and what if this guy just had his fun and then left him there,
all chained to the bed and simply drove away.  Shawn quickly attempted to
analyze his safety or possibly his position of real danger.  He ran so many
thoughts through his mind, back and forth.  One second he wanted to call
everything off, just to make sure he would stay safe and unhurt, and then
one second later he liked the thrill of not really knowing what was going
to happen, and what was this hunk of a guy going to expect him to do.  He
realized that he liked the feeling of complete submission to the unknown
and his feeling of letting another man, a very hot looking man, a much more
muscular man, take over complete control.  Mind and body, he was getting
very excited at the very risky prospects, but then also, the possible
factors that this could actually be one hell of a lot of wild unexpected
fun, beyond his greatest beliefs.  The excitement out-ruled the safety
factor.  He knew he had called Rog, and if anything funny did happen, at
least Rog knew what town he was in, and that he was in some old motel.
Which one, he had not told Rog, but at least Rog knew which town he was in.
	Not getting an answer quite as quickly as Greg had wanted, he then
said, "Boy, it's either you completely trust me, you turn yourself over to
me for as long as we are together, you let me have my fun with you and
probably teach you some new fun stuff, or you tell me right now to let you
up and to stop everything.  If so, then I just walk out of here and drive
away.  I can't tell you to trust me!  Only you can decide that!  All I can
tell you is that if you don't trust me, you just might be missing out on
the best experiences of your life!  You decide!  I'm into a little more
than just fuck some cute little tight bare ass, but I don't play with
babies.  Only with boys that know how to lay their trust on the line.  You
trust me boy?  You trust me?"
	Slowly, very slowly Shawn finally managed a less than strong "Yes.
Yes I do."
	Immediately he questioned his sanity and then his safety. He knew
he had said "yes", and he knew that with a man like Greg, and in a
situation like this, you can not change your mind.  Shawn knew he had just
turned his complete existence and safety or lack of it, over to a man that
he really did not know.  Shawn realized that if any person wanted to do
funny and dangerous stuff to some other guy, Greg certainly was the kind of
a guy that could do it.  The mere sight of the man, made possible for him,
whatever he wanted to do.
	Shawn suddenly realized that if Greg was not so damn hot looking,
that in reality, he might never had agreed to this "deal".  He realized
that Greg's muscular tight form, his tight assed uniform pants, his sleeve
busting biceps and his skin tight uniform pants stretching down his
muscular legs, were what had made him agree to this get together. He
wondered for just a second of two if maybe he could end up as the front
page news story tomorrow, if this guy was way different than what he looked
like.  He realized weird things have happened, but he just never, ever
though that maybe he would ever be in a situation to wonder if it could
happen to himself.  Suddenly he even wondered about Greg's friendship with
Jay and George.  If anything funny was happening, were they possibly part
of it?  Had he heard or read anything coming from this area of the country
where funny things had happened to some guy, and nobody knew what the total
story was.
	"Good boy!  Good!"  Greg replied to the, "Yes I do statement".
	Greg took hold of the end of the chain, and Shawn could hear it
being wrapped around part of the bed frame and an actual pad lock being
snapped closed on it.  The left wrist was now firmly locked in place.  Greg
now secured the right wrist.  Wrist restraint, chain and of course the pad
lock.  Both arms were now reaching to their limits, left to the upper left,
and right to the upper right.
	Shawn could feel Greg moving around the edge of the bed, but of
course could not see anything due to the very effective blindfold that Greg
had placed on Shawn's face.  Shawn laid there and listened.
	"More chains!"
	Shawn's left ankle was pulled to the side, and once again a
restraint and then the sound of the chain and the padlock.  Shawn's right
ankle was identically secured.  He was now stretched in a four point across
the bed.  This was the very first time that Shawn had ever felt this
unbelievable sense of total body exposure and total submission.  Other than
to turn his head back and forth, he had no control over his position,
---his completely exposed position.  Suddenly he realized that his ass was
as if it had been positioned on the top of a coffee table, sitting there
for all to see, and for all to do whatever they wished with.  He had never
felt his ass being quite so completely exposed before.  He knew it was only
he and Greg in the room, but having his ass so predominately displayed, and
his inability to even cover it if he so wanted, made Shawn have raging
surges of sexual energy that he had never felt before. He, being
blindfolded, could not see anything, yet he knew that the one major part of
him that was so completely standing out, was his bare ass.  Never had he
ever been in a position where his bare ass was the only point of interest
to be showing!
	Never had Shawn been in a position of being completely bare assed
exposed, restrained so that he could not move nor have any body movements,
and also be completely blinded so that he could not have the slightest of
hint about what might be happening next.  His mind kept flipping back and
forth from fear and possible fright to the sexy, manly, wild animal serge
of do it,----do it, -----do it to me, I can do it, I can take it!  He even
thought of the idea that he was now locked into a position, where a whole
line of people could come through the room, if someone wanted to do that to
him, and look at his bare ass, and he could do nothing about it.  He truly
knew had had never, in his entire life, ever submitted himself, so
completely and totally, to such an un-selfcontrolled position.
	The silence in the room when Greg was not walking around was
mystical.  Shawn would listen to this left and then to his right,
attempting to find some kind of a hint as to what the man that now owned
his body was going to do next.
	 Quietly Shawn laid there and listened.  He heard the snap of
plastic, or so he thought.  "Yes" he thought to himself.  "That was a clove
he heard snap on.  Greg is putting on surgical gloves!  Oh shit man!  Oh
God, he's not planning on putting his fist up in me, is he?  Oh God!  Oh
Shit man, maybe I really screwed up telling him I trusted him.  Oh shit!
My ass has never had anything like that pushed up in there.  Oh God!  Oh
Shit! No no, I can't take a hand up in my ass!"
	Shawn felt Greg sit down on the side of the bed.  He felt Greg's
right hand lay down on his right butt cheek.  As he could feel Greg
re-position himself on the edge of the bed, he then felt Greg rest his left
hand on his left buttock.  Shawn laid there praying that his thoughts of
maybe getting fisted might be all wrong.  Oh God he prayed that he was over
reacting.
	Shawn felt Greg's hands both move so slightly and so gently as he
started to feel the firmness of Shawn's muscular ass muscles, and each hand
so slightly slid down into the crevasse of Shawn's ass, and so very
lovingly approached the slight tight little hole that Shawn had so recently
been anxious for Greg to push his rod up into, and plant it firmly, if he
could even take that much up in there.  Now Shawn had some very deep
concerns about if he wanted anything stuffed up in there.  Shawn had not
originally even considered the possibility of anything other than Greg's
dick being put up in there.  Being chained down, and having his entire bare
body exposed, and actually being offered up as a possible sacrifice, gave
Shawn new reasons to question exactly what were the possibilities of
actions happening to him and his body, especially his ass.  Actions that he
had never even considered as a possibility. He wondered if he had
completely thought this entire thing through.
	Slowly Greg's hands continued to massage Shawn's ass and so very
lovingly kept sliding closer and closer to that cute little opening in
Shawn's body that Shawn was trying to keep tightly slammed shut.
	Finger one found the hole.  "Oh wow!"  Greg uttered as he managed
to force that first finger up and into Shawn's tight ass. "Oh shit man!
Damn your ass is tight boy!  God Shawn, how do you ever shit man?  God
Shawn that little hole is so damn tight!  Yeah boy, grab my finger!  Yeah,
grab it boy!"
	Shawn was not intentionally slamming his ass tight, but as Greg's
finger attempted to move on in and up in farther, Shawn's asshole
automatically attempted to push that finger back out.  Greg loved the
feeling of that strong muscle action, and he responded by pushing even that
much more forcefully.
	Listening to Shawn moan and groan, Greg knew that mentally
everything was quite OK.  He knew that Shawn was secretly fighting an
internal war.  Mentally he was excited about having this action done to
him, and yet mentally he was very dubious about if he should be letting
this happen to his ass.  Greg knew that mentally Shawn wanted to feel a lot
up in his ass, but he also knew that mentally Shawn was trying to convince
his body to reject anything that was being put up in there.  Greg rather
silently snickered at the humor of how he knew Shawn wanted it, his body
wanted it, yet he mentally did not think he should be wanting it, so he was
trying to tell his body to refuse anything that was not normal back there.
Greg knew that being chained down in a four point removed any actual
decisions that Shawn could make, other than total and complete submission,
and total and complete acceptance of anything of any action that happened
back there, regardless of how he did not think it should be happening to
him.  Greg knew that he was offering to Shawn, totally new awareness of his
intellectual thinking of knowing this is all wrong, and Shawn's physical
screaming for more of it, more of it, do me man, do me!
	As Greg continued to massage and rub Shawn's ass, and continued to
finger Shawn's tight asshole, Greg decide to have some weird fun with Shawn
and asked him if he had ever had a cucumber put up in his ass.
	Immediately Shawn flipped his head to the side where Greg was and
almost yelled, "No!  Hell no!  Greg, please don't put a cucumber up in my
ass!  Please I'm not sure I could get it out!"
	"Hey boy, I only asked.  I'm not putting any cucumbers up in your
ass!  I just wondered if you had ever done that!  I did once.  Well more
than once!  Found out the bigger they are, the better they feel.  Felt damn
good!  Took a few hours before it was ready to pop back out, but hey, a guy
shits them out just like shit!  Just keep it whole and not broken, and your
ass thinks its a pile of shit!  Ever stuck anything up in your ass before,
boy?"
	"No, no just a guy's dick.  That's all!  No, that's all, have you
stuck other stuff up in your butt beside a cucumber?"
	"Oh yeah!  I guess I really like to have my ass played with.  Hard
bowled eggs, pealed of course, oranges, ice cubes, and oh yeah, once a pool
ball.  A guy bet me I couldn't, so he grabbed one off of a pool table as we
walked out of the bar, and when we got to the parking lot, I dropped my
pants, he put a little lube on it, and bingo--I had a pool ball up in my
ass.  Took it out later that night after I got home.  Have no idea of what
that bar figured happened to their number three ball that night!
	"Oh God Greg, ohhhhh, I mean Sir.  Oh shit man that sounds so damn
hot!  I've never played around with my ass like that!  You're not planning
on putting any of that stuff up in my ass tonight are you?  Sir, please
don't!"
	"Hey boy!  Wait, I asked you if you trusted me didn't I?"
	"Yeah."
	"Well then, quit worrying about your little ass.  I'm not going to
do anything to it that I shouldn't do.  Some of it you might try to beg me
to not do, but hey, tonight you are my boy toy, so tonight you have some
new experiences.  OK?"
	"Oh God yeah, I guess so!  Oh Sir, remember I have not done much
other than suck and get sucked, and fuck and get fucked.  OK?  Sir, I want
to have fun and let you have fun, but please remember, I haven't done to
much funny stuff.  Especially with my ass!"
	"Hey boy, your ass is going to be fine.  Maybe a little bigger by
the time we get done, but it is going to be fine."
	Greg continued to play with Shawn's ass, and although he did get
some groaning and some begs of please don't, Greg did manage to open
Shawn's little shoot enough to get a finger from both hands in and then far
enough to start pulling on the sides to get it to start opening up some.
Greg could tell from the reactions, this action on his ass was something
rather new to him.
	"Never had a guy pull you ass open before?"  He asked Shawn as he
managed to slightly open it ever so slowly.
	"No!  No I've never had a guy pulling on it like that!  Remember, I
told you this afternoon that I'm almost always top when I have sex.  I
hardly ever get my ass played with.  Rog is really a total bottom, so it's
always me on top of him."
	"Have you ever used a dildo on yourself?
	"Yeah I have a couple of times, but that's been a long time ago.  I
guess you can pretty well say I've got a pretty virgin ass.  But Sir, I'm
not complaining about how you are making it feel now.  When you first got
your fingers up in there, it hurt, but now it's feeling pretty good, so if
you want to pull it open more, I'll try to just keep my mouth shut and let
you do it.  OK?"
	"Hey great boy!  That's good!  See I knew that if you just kind of
hung in there with me, that you'd be glad. So my fingers are starting to
feel good, uh?"
	"Yeah.  Yes the are Sir."  Shawn gave Greg some ass movement as he
made this reply, which of course did indicate to Greg that Shawn was
expressing that if a little bit of finger is good, them maybe a lot of
finger is better.  His ass was expressing hunger.  Greg took advantage of
that.  He allowed the two fingers that he had up in Shawn's ass to reach in
farther, and at the same time he also introduced two more fingers.  Shawn
jerked and groaned, but then relaxed back down as an indication of, "OK, do
me"!
	First the one finger, then the two and finally having four fingers
up in Shawn's ass was making progress.  The four fingers worked as an
orchestrated internal lever to force the sides of Shawn's tight ass to
loosen up and start opening up.  Greg was having a great time playing with
Shawn's asshole, and he found it to be quite exciting each little bit that
he managed to pry open.
	Positioning himself so that his face was up close to where his
fingers were doing their deed, Greg then leaned forward and let his tongue
slip out and so very gently and very lovingly slightly lick on the edge of
Shawn's ass.  This slight touch created a great response from Shawn.
	"Oh my God Sir, Oh I can feel that!  Oh Sir, lick my ass some more
please!  Oh God that feels so damn good!  Oh God that feels good!"
	Greg was kind of taken back with Shawn's explosive reaction to
feeling his ass so slightly getting touched by Greg's tongue and he the
leaned back a little and asked.  "Boy haven't you ever had your ass licked
before?  Is this the first time you've ever had your asshole licked on?"
	"Yeah Sir, yeah.  I've never had someone lick on me there.  Oh yeah
Sir that feels so damn good, oh please keep it up!"
	Greg intensified his licking efforts since he had just found out
that he was on a more virgin ass that he had assumed.  He knew Shawn had
hardly ever been fucked before, but he sure did assume that he had at least
been licked clean back there before.
	After quite an extended time of using his tongue on Shawn's ass,
Greg repositioned himself and started getting himself in position for some
good ass fucking.
	Keeping his skin tight leather chaps on, and just using his rod
from its open front position, Greg raised himself up high enough to aim his
9" stiff rod right at Shawn's ass and then told Shawn, "Hang on boy, I'm
about ready to fuck you and fuck you good!"
	Then reaching over to the bed stand, Greg grabbed Shawn's cell
phone and asked Shawn what Roger's phone number was.  Shawn tried to look
back at Greg as if to ask why, but he really was not in any position to do
that, and Greg just said, "Hey, just tell me his number.  I want you to be
on the phone with him when I go up into your ass.  What's his number.
	Shawn told Greg Roger's number, and Greg dialed it.  He then laid
the phone down on the mattress so that Shawn could talk into it and hear
from it.
	As the phone was answered on the other end, Shawn said, "Roger,
this is Shawn.  Roger, Greg wants me to be on the phone with you while he
fucks my ass.  Yeah--yeah, but Hon, I'm all tied down.  Both of my wrists
are tied down and so are my ankles.  Greg dialed the phone and then laid it
down here so I could talk to you------Oh shit!!  Oh God man, Oh, ---- Rog
his is starting to fuck me! Oh God Rog!!  Oh Rog his dick feels so damn
big!!  No I don't know!  As soon as he got here he blindfolded me and told
me I could see it later.  No, I've been blindfolded ever since he got here.
He -------Oh God man!  Oh shit!  Oh God man -----he is pushing it in me!
Oh Rog, you know I never get it in the ass---Oh shit man------ouch---oh
Greg that hurts!  Greg that hurts!!  Ouch, Greg my ass just can't take it
man, it can't take it!!"
	"You're doing good Boy, you just talk to your lover boy and you
tell him how it feels to get fucked, OK?  You tell your honey man that you
are about to feel more up in your ass than you have ever had up in there
before, and after tonight you are going to want to be fucked a lot, so your
man had better start fucking you more, OK?"
	"Oh Roger he is still fucking me and it hurts.  Oh there, ---there,
he pulled back some.  Oh Roger his dick must be really, really big!  It
feels like it is so big!"
	"Hey Shawn Boy, tell me what your honey man is telling you.  What's
Roger telling you?"
	"He's telling me that everything will be OK.  He's just telling me
to just lay here and try to relax."
	"Hey you got yourself a smart man there Boy.  You tell your Roger
man that your ass is getting kind of full but you're going to take it, and
take it all!  OK?"
	"Yeah, he said he could hear you!  He told me to try and relax my
ass."
	Then directing it to Roger, Shawn asked, "Honey, is it supposed to
hurt like this or is he trying to fuck me too fast?  Roger Honey, I don't
remember you saying it hurts like this-------ouch---ouch ---oh shit man!
Oh Roger he just slammed my ass!  Oh man, he just pushed it in all the way!
Roger my ass is hurting man!  Oh Roger he is really pushing on it hard in
me!  Oh Roger, I just took his whole dick!  I can tell he's got it all up
in me, I can feel his body laying on top of me!  Yeah, --yeah he's just
laying on me.  He's got chaps and his vest on.  I can feel the leather
against me.  It feels like I'm getting fucked buy some kind of an animal.
Oh Rog, his leather has studs in it and I can feel them poking me.  Yeah,
---no they don't hurt.  Yeah--it's not hurting so much now.
Yeah--------he's still pushing on it pretty hard, but it quit hurting now.
Now it's feeling like it's OK.  Yeah, it feels kind of like it's pretty
normal!  Yeah, he's kind of biting the back of my neck.  Yeah, ---yeah Rog,
it feels pretty good.  Hey Roger man, his dick is starting to quit hurting.
Yeah, yeah it's starting to feel pretty good up in my ass!  Yeah, it's kind
of quit hurting!  Yeah, it quit hurting!  Yeah, OK,------oh shit!!  Oh
Rog!!  Now he is really pumping my ass!  Oh God man he is really slamming
my asshole now!  Oh shit man he is really pumping me!  Oh shit that feels
good!  Hey, can you hear me?  I can't move the phone and I think it might
have moved.  Yeah, my hands are still tied.  Yeah--he brought some leather
straps that he buckled on me and then locked some chains onto the bed
frame.  Yeah--my wrists and my ankles.  Yeah-I can't move.  My ass is about
the only part not tied down, and he's laying in it with his big dick all
the way up in me. Oh Rog Hon, ----he is really fucking the hell out of me
right now!  He is fucking me hard as hell right now!  Yeah------Rog, he's
going to make a baby in me the way he is fucking me man!  Oh Rog, honey,
I've got to admit this is feeling really pretty good!  Oh I've never had a
guy fuck me like this!  Oh Rog, I love getting fucked like this man, I do!
Oh shit man, he is really pounding my ass!  Oh my God Rog!  If he cums
while he is fucking me like this he will blow my brains out!  Oh shit man,
I'll be so full of cum if he cums in me!  God Roger, he is fucking me so
fucking hard!  Oh my ass!!  Oh don't stop man, don't stop!  Yeah man, yeah!
Do it, do it!"
	"Hey Boy, tell your Roger man that once you get home, you're gonna
need to get your ass fucked some more!  OK?"
	"Hey, Rog Hon, did you hear him?  He wants me to tell you that when
I get home I will want my ass fucked again.  And Rog Honey, I think he
might be right!  Roger Honey, this is feeling good!  Yeah his dick is
feeling good. It keeps going down in me deeper and deeper.  I thought I had
all of it earlier, but now I think it either got longer, or it's going in
deeper.  It feels like it's up in my stomach!  Yeah------no---yeah----it's
OK.  Yeah-no, it feels good!  No it don't hurt!  No, it really feels good!"
	All of a sudden Shawn heard the room door open and then close.  He
knew Greg was still fucking his ass, so he knew it had to be an additional
person.  The fact that Greg never stopped fucking let Shawn know that
whoever it was, it was OK with Greg.
	"Oh Rog, somebody else just came in the room.  Rog, somebody else
just came in.  Greg, who just came in the room?  Who else is here?"
	"Hey Shawn Boy, tell your Roger man that you've got to go for
now. We have another person here that wants some of you too, so tell your
Roger man that you'll call him later and tell him how everything is
going. OK?  Tell him Bye Bye!"