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!"