0 comments/ 13921 views/ 0 favorites Phone Call by the Pool Ch. 02 By: fidofashion As those of you that have read the preceding volume of my tale of woe know, I was observed by a police officer, at the behest of my neighbor, Mrs. Smith - the worst enemy any poor condo dweller could have, performing anal masturbation by the pool in broad daylight while talking to my first, and sadly only, obscene phone caller. Of course I had not helped my predicament by requesting that the officer assist me in reaching orgasm by kindly fucking my very exposed plump white bottom. I now found myself in handcuffs, sitting in the rear of a police car wearing only my black briefs. Since it was a hot day, one of the officers had lowered the windows of the patrol car to allow me a little breeze while I sat in the hot car waiting for them to complete their investigation. As a result of the open windows I heard Mrs. Smith -- the bitch -- expound at length about what a pervert I was and how I had personally ruined this fine Christian condo community by bringing all my perverted friends over to have homosexual orgies in the complex's Jacuzzi. Now I was listening to Mrs. Smith -- may she have endless migraine headaches - tell a different officer, one of several that had appeared, chatted with her a bit, then left, about all of my past exploits in the pool, and in the Jacuzzi, that she was personally aware of - in minute detail -- adding that for some of them she could produce visual proof -- on her husbands video camera. Since they were standing several yards away from where I was confined, and the officers were facing away from me, and spoke too softly for me to hear their words, all I could hear was her loud accusatory descriptions of my allegedly lewd activities -- both alone and with friends. But after a few minutes of this, I noticed the officers seemed to be much more interested in certain details of my activities than I would have expected from the members of the police force, just getting the facts for their reports. For example one asked her to repeat the details of her having actually seen my plump white bottom being penetrated by the large erect black penis of one of my friends while we were in the Jacuzzi late one night last month, while at the same time I was sucking the fully erect cock of one of the formerly upstanding Christian residents. After several minutes of this, another officer suggested she confirm her statements about my activity by showing them the video she claimed to have, and they disappeared into the condo complex. I noted the time they disappeared toward her condo by the clock on the patrol car's dash board. Finally, after 67 minutes of miserable waiting, an officer I hadn't seen before, a slightly overweight, very dark complexioned black man, wearing lieutenant's bars, approached the car alone, carrying a paper bag, got in the car without saying a word, and we drove off. Instead of heading toward the police station, he drove around the block and stopped on the far side of the complex well away from Mrs. Smith's unit, then he turned to me and said, "I'm gonna show you the video she says is of you and your friends and then ask you a few question." I recognized the voice instantly -- it was my obscene caller I had been talking to when the other officer and Mrs. Smith had so rudely interrupted me while I was happily masturbating. I was too surprised to say anything thing, before he produced a video player, held it where I could see it clearly and then played several minutes of very explicit, very good quality, color video of me engaged in almost every homosexual act possible between myself and several different adult males -- all clearly occurring in the outdoor Jacuzzi in the middle of the condo complex. Then, finally there was me that very afternoon, obviously enjoying finger fucking my own bottom out by the pool. I watched the video and he watched me watch the video. When the video ended, I sneaked a quick glance past the video player down at his crotch and noted his pants where tented with the unmistakable sign of a full erection. I thought quickly, this was strange, why where we here and not at the station, why was he clearly aroused, and what did he want? I didn't have long to wait for the explanation. "You're here and not at the station, because the black guy you were fucking on the video is my brother's wife's sister's boy, and for reasons of my own," he said. He paused a second then continued, "I explained to Mrs. Smith, that if I arrested you and charged you with lewd conduct in public, your attorney would get to see the video, and could use it in court, and thereby expose her husband to the same charge of lewd conduct in public she wanted you charged with, since he's also on the video happily fucking your plump white ass. And if that weren't enough, you would probably only get a misdemeanor and minimal jail time, but you would have to register as a sex offender and that would be posted on the Internet along with your photo and address here, and that would most likely reduce the resale value of all the condos in the complex, including hers, especially if her husband was also charged and convicted. She wisely decided to let me discuss the matter with you and convince you to change your ways and stay out of the Jacuzzi when you're horny." I heard what he said, and I understood it perfectly. It was deliciously ironic. The bitch Smith couldn't do anything to me without incurring the danger of reducing the value of her own precious condo that she desperately wanted to sell so she could move back to Iowa. I was just intrigued by the phrase "for reasons of my own," that he had so purposefully mentioned. I decided to find out quickly if it meant what I thought it did. "Well, since it seems the video is my best defense, when can I get a copy of it? I'd like to show it to my friends. I'm sure they'd like to see themselves star in they're own personal porno movie too." "Not a chance," he said firmly, "I've wanted a regular piece of nice white tail for years, and now I've got you. This video is perfect with or without dear Mrs. White's testimony. Its self authenticating since it's clearly taken in a public place, all you nice boys are clearly identifiable, and what you're doing is plain to see. So as long as I have the video, I expect you'll be a very good boy, stay out of the Jacuzzi, and treat me very well when I want you. Won't you?" "Well," I though to myself, "it could be worse. I could be in jail and forced to service a string of ugly, disgusting inmates, and he was pretty good looking. I just wondered how big he was and if he played rough. He was clearly several years younger than I was and why he wanted an older white guy was not so clear ... unless he wanted one to vent his frustrations on ... I didn't want to think about that." Aloud I said, "I like you already, and from the looks of that tent in the front of your pants, I'm thinking you want me to do something for you right now." "I knew you would understand. We'll just run by my place for a few minutes and give Mrs. Smith some time to cool off and then I'll bring you back home." He turned around and we drove off. Several miles later, in an upscale neighborhood, he drove into a garage attached to a two story Tudor style house. The garage door closed behind the car and he got out and opened the rear door for me to get out. "Come on, time to earn your freedom white man," he said in an ominous voice, as he pulled my by the arm out of the car. My hands were still cuffed behind me, and I still was only wearing my black briefs. He opened a door from the garage and shoved my through it. The room I found my self in was clearly furnished for the wealthy S&M practitioner. All the instruments of bondage were well padded with very good upholstery, there were no chains, just equally strong nylon straps with padded Velcro cuffs, and there were various other things I couldn't identify. "Oh, this is not good. If this guy is really into inflicting pain, I don't think I can deal with it," I thought, cold fear suddenly clutching my belly and causing my ass to pucker. I didn't have long to wait to find out. He shoved me over near a pair of padded Velcro cuffs attached to nylon straps that hung from a pulley that ran on a rail across the ceiling. He attached the padded cuffs to my wrists, then took his handcuff key off his belt and released the metal handcuffs, but leaving my hands still cuffed behind my back by the soft padded cuffs. He stepped in front of me so I could see him and I saw he had a cord in one hand and a remote control in the other. He pulled the cord, and my hands suddenly came free from behind my back, but in the same instant he pushed a button on the control and my hands were pulled up over my head by an irresistible force, I realized was an electric motor, till just short of pulling me off my feet and stopped. He walked over and pushed me slightly sideways, then shoved my right leg forward and I felt a padded cuff close firmly around my ankle. I looked down just as the matching cuff closed around my left ankle. I was now in a 4 point restraint and helpless. He could do what he wanted to me when he wanted. I wasn't quite panicked, but I was getting there -- fast. I looked up, to ask him what he was doing, but he had moved behind me, and I couldn't turn because my feet were held firmly in place. I looked around the room. There were mirrors on the walls I could see in some places but not every where and I couldn't see him in any of them. Then, he walked around in front of me, grabbed my shorts and simply cut them off me with a pair of very sharp scissors. Then he looked me over -- slowly while fondling the scissors. I couldn't take my eyes off the scissors -- and I couldn't breathe- for the visions of what he could do with them if he chose. But he was just looking. I had shaved my nipples, cock, balls and bottom cleavage that morning before going out to the pool so I knew I looked as good as I was ever going to. I hoped he didn't have some other ideas in mind. He didn't. "Mmmm very good," he said, suddenly kneeling down and taking my limp cock in his mouth while running his hands up the back of my legs. "Ahhhh," I gasp at the sudden unexpected pleasure of his warm mouth. He sucked me hard and I gasped, "Ughhhh, mmmm," then his hands met on my bottom and spread my cheeks apart and his fingers explored my slot, I moaned some more, "Ohhhhh, Ahhhhh." My cock came fully erect when his fingers found and teased my hole, while I moaned, "Mmmmm, mmmmm," and alternatively thrust my cock forward into his mouth and my ass backward against his teasing fingers. He sucked me for a few seconds while his fingers tantalized me. Then, I felt his fingers apply cool lube up and down my slot and then one finger penetrated me, then a second, then a third while I squirmed and moaned, "AAHHhhhh, Mmmmm, Ughhhrrr, Mmmm," while trying to ride his fingers to orgasm, and I was almost there, when he stopped. Stood up, looked at me and said, "Now I get what I want, then maybe you do." He walked over to a padded sawhorse, and pulled it over and placed it directly in front of me, then grabbed a long nylon strap that appeared to be connected to the floor, that had 2 clips on the end and clipped them to the straps that held my arms up, and then picked up the remote control and pressed a button. The long strap from the floor began to tighten and the straps holding me to the ceiling began to lengthen and I was pulled down over the sawhorse till I was completely bent over it, unable to move, with my bottom completely spread and exposed for his pleasure. He moved behind me, then turned me a little and said, "Look to the right." I did and saw him in one of the mirrors, now without his pants, his cock now fully erect. "Show me your cock," I begged and he did. It was the perfect size for me, gracefully curved with a perfectly sized cap. Now I really wanted him, and said so, "Fuck me." He moved up behind me and I watched him as he slid his cock up and down my exposed, wet cleft and moaned when he pressed his cap against my willing wet hole and began to push his way into me. "Uuuuhhhhh," I gasped as he thrust, "Aaaaa, Mmmm, Mmmmm, fuck me, make me cum, ahhhh, ahhhh, mmmm!" Then he said, "Look down." I did and saw a mirror had been considerately placed under the sawhorse perfectly angled so I could see his cock penetrating my bottom, my cock waiving free in the air dripping precum, his balls swinging, and my hole contracting around his cock with each thrust into me. The next thing I knew I was cumming. "Ahhhgggrrhhhhrr!!!" I moaned as I watched my cock shoot a white stream of cum into the air as his cock rammed into my plump wobbling bottom. Then he groaned deep in his throat, "UURRgghhr!!!" and thrust hard into me, then unexpectedly he pulled out as he came and I watched several thick white spurts of hot cum shoot out of his perfectly shaped cap all over my open hole, then run down over my balls, down the length of my cock and onto the floor. He moved away, and I looked up to see what he was doing, but before I located him, I heard more than felt a terrific SMACK on my bare white bottom as his hand whacked my exposed and totally defenseless left cheek, still wet with his cum. I flinched and, yelped. Not because it hurt so much, but because it surprised me. I would have thought he was happy with me and would have treated me better than spanking me, but I was very mistaken! With, surprise and growing fear, I saw him move around onto the other side of my exposed bottom, saw him draw his other hand back, and before I could protest, he whacked my other bare white cheek. SMACK! "Owwww!" I yelped much louder than the first time, probably because this time it hurt - a lot. He moved around to where I could see his face and grinned at me, clearly pleased with himself. "Look in the mirror white boy. Those are my hands on your nice plump white ass, and it's all mine. I better not hear of anyone else fucking you without my permission. Understand?" I looked in the mirror and saw two clear bright red handprints, one on each of my white cheeks, positioned with the thumbs just at the edge of my cleft and his fingers spread out over my full cheeks just as his hands had been positioned when he spread my cheeks and rimed my hole. Seeing I was in no position to disagree with him, and I secretly enjoyed his possessiveness, I instantly agreed, "Yes sir!" I said loudly, "anything you say, sir!" "Good! I think that's enough for today, don't you? Now I'll take you home," he said. I watched in the mirror, as he bent over and released the cuffs that held my ankles firmly in place, and I noticed with some disappointment he had lost his erection. He moved around in front of the sawhorse and released the cuff on one hand and waited till I removed the other one. He caught my glance at his now semi limp cock and said, "Don't worry, white boy, you'll get all you can handle of that, but right now I've got to get back to work. Now put this on and let's go," he said handing me a paper shopping bag. I opened the bag, and found a knee length Chinese style bath robe of excellent quality. I put it on, while he put his pants on, and it fit perfectly. Before I could ask him the obvious question of, "had he gotten it for me?" he said, "Very nice fit for guessing your size, don't you think? Now come on, I've gotta get out of here. You'll get plenty of chances to wear that before I'm done with you." And with that, he gently turned me toward the door and led me out to his patrol car in the garage. Phone Call by the Pool Ch. 03 This chapter continues my private diary of misadventures I've endured because of my most spiteful neighbor, Mrs. Smith, who has never forgiven me for succumbing to her husband's seduction, [he was, and still is when she is away, a most delightful fuck] and now seeks to cause me grief whenever possible. We had almost arrived back at my condo complex where we had first met earlier that afternoon, with me riding in the rear seat of the patrol car, my hands cuffed behind my back, wearing only my new Chinese bathrobe to cover my complete nudity, before I realized I didn't know the Lieutenant's name. I'd recognized his voice as my obscene caller that had induced me to masturbate in public that morning – that had led to him giving me a choice of jail or servicing him, as I had just done for the past few minutes, but he'd never introduced himself, and his name plate was not on his uniform, where it was supposed to be, so I didn't actually know his name. "Lieutenant, what do I call you?' You didn't introduce yourself, and since we've enjoyed each other's company so much in the last few minutes, I would like to know your name," I said in a somewhat petulant voice; making an oblique reference to our mutual orgasms he had induced by first sucking my perfectly willing cock to ejaculation in his mouth, to him then fucking my defenseless bottom, and peeved that he had actually forced me to accept his cock up my bottom, or should I say – raped my totally vulnerable ass - that is the term most people use when their anus is sexually penetrated by a very big, very hard cock, before their consent is given for such a thing, or at least getting a proper introduction. In response he said in a cheerful voice, "You don't need to know my name. You are not going to call me at all. I'll call you. But if you do want to address me in person, you can call me Lieutenant, Sir or Master. I don't expect you to ever call me at the station, because if you do, I'll have to give you several severe lessons in why you should not call me there, or call me at all. Am I clear?" "Yes sir," I responded without thinking. This guy gave orders so much like the military I was reverting to responding automatically to orders without any thought as to why the orders were given. He drove into the condo complex entry, keyed in a security password that opened the front gate, and drove around the complex directly to the entry closest to my unit. "Sit tight for a minute, I need to make sure we can get into your unit," he said as he stepped out of the car. He obviously knew where I lived and knew he could get into my condo, because he didn't ask what unit I lived in, or ask for a key. Five minutes later he came back, opened the rear door of the patrol car, reached in and pulled me out, and as soon as I was standing, spun me around to face the car, shoved me face down across the trunk, raised the hem of my new robe he had just given me, exposing my bare bottom to public view, and proceeded to remove the handcuffs. Then just as my hands were released and I tired to stand up, he held me down across the truck with one hand and smacked my bare bottom hard with his free hand – WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It hurt but, each time his hand hit my bare bottom his fingers slid between my cheeks and he fingered my slot as he withdrew his hand, giving me a little thrill of pleasure to go with each jolt of pain he caused. "Owww," I yelped, at the unexpected and most public abuse of my bare bottom. "What was that for? He just laughed, moved over to the other side of me while holding me down, and smacked my other bare cheek – hard -WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Owww! Owww! That hurts!" I said trying to escape his hand that pinned me face down on the trunk lid, and exposed my bare bottom for his abuse. "Yes, I know it hurts," he said happily, "that's precisely why I'm doing it. Well, that and because I think Mrs. Smith likes it too. See her over there? And then there's the small fact that you like it too." Shocked, I looked over my shoulder at the Smith's window, and saw Mrs. Smith, standing there looking out her window with undisguised glee on her face, obviously enjoying being a witness to my most humiliating public punishment. "I thought she might like knowing you've gotten a spanking for your bad behavior this morning," the Lieutenant said, barely able to stifle a laugh. "I told her to make sure she calls me when you're bad and I'll come right over and correct the problem. Now I think she believes me, Don't you?" "Yes Sir! Yes sir! I do sir!" I exclaimed loudly. I'd have agreed to anything he said, to avoid more public punishment of my painfully battered bottom, even if there was a little thrill that went with each smack. He removed the hand pinning me down across the truck lid as he said, "Good. Now go home and stay out the Jacuzzi when you're horny. I don't think you'll have any time for fucking in the Jacuzzi, but if you get tempted, think about how much Mrs. Smith will enjoy watching you get your bare bottom spanked again - in public. You'll hear from me later." I pulled the hem of my wonderful new bathrobe down to cover my now very tender bottom, and moved quickly out of his reach, toward my door, and out of the sight of that smiling bitch. When I got inside, I saw that nothing was disturbed, and all the stuff I'd had out at the pool that afternoon was now sitting on the kitchen table, along with a short handwritten note – "check your email." Curious, as to what the Lt. had sent me, I moved toward my office to check my email, but on the way I paused in front of my full length mirror in the bedroom, turned my backside to the mirror and raised my bathrobe to get a look at just how badly he had abused my rear. My poor plump white bottom was now covered with angry bright red welts that were hot to my tentative touch, and it burned. I went into the bathroom, got some lotion and spent a few seconds rubbing the cool lotion all over the angry red welts trying to sooth the burning sensation he had inflicted on my bottom. Mmmmm that felt good ... I was enjoying the feel of my hand rubbing the soothing lotion all over my bottom, and was letting my fingers stray from my red cheeks into the deep cleavage between them, when the phone rang and interrupted my pleasure. I ignored it, and ignored it, and ignored it, more interested in what I was doing, but it kept right on ringing. Finally, I surrendered to the obnoxious thing and picked up the cordless handset, "Hello?" "Turn your ass toward the mirror so I can watch," he said. "And bend over a little more, I like seeing your cheeks spread while you finger yourself." It took me a minute to realize the Lt. had put a camera in my bedroom and was now watching me masturbating in private, and was giving me instructions on what he wanted to see me doing, just like he had been this afternoon when I was out by the pool. At the sound of his voice, I felt a thrill run down my back, up through my cock, making it twitch, and then I felt my bottom tingle with the anticipation I usually felt when someone was just lightly fingering me in anticipation of screwing me. Holding the phone in one hand, I turned my bottom toward the mirror and bent over at the waist causing my cheeks to spread wider as I ran a finger around and around my hole, giving myself a nice rim job as my cock began to harden. I moved over to the phone and activated the speaker so I had both hands free. I bent over directly in front of the mirror, and used my now free hand to spread my self wider ... for him to see ... and slowing began to finger fuck myself ... using first just one finger ... then two ... then three ... going slowly because it felt so delicious to make him wait to see my hole spreading open so slowly ... and because it was making my cock throb and because I could hear his breathing become louder and faster, and I moaned into the phone to tease him ... "Mmmmm, Ahhhhhhh, Uhhhhrrggghh." "I gotta go," he said suddenly, and the phone went dead. Leaving me with three fingers up my very hot bottom, and my cock very hard and dripping precum on my carpet. I gave in to my lust, laid back on the bed, grabbed my cock and while watching myself in the mirror, shot my warm cum all over my hand and belly, then I licked it off my hand thinking of him cumming in my mouth.