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January 1, 2006
Rape
A guy who lives in Buffalo and Charlotte started talking to me a while ago on Bear411. He was pretty hot despite the fact that he was wearing hockey gear in all of his pictures. (The fetish thing is getting really tiresome.) He was going to be spending the night in a hotel by the airport in a few days and asked me if I wanted to get together. I was still doing threesomes with the boy and knew I’d have a ride so I said yes.
It took him a while but he finally said what he really wanted. The details emerged slowly. The final scenario (that word again) was this: He’d leave his room key somewhere I could find it; He’d be lying face-down on the bed wearing only a jock strap; without giving him a specific time I’d come in with as many men as I could gather, each of us wearing ski masks; one of us would cover his mouth with a leather glove and gag him; we’d each fuck him; finally we'd dump him in the bathtub and cover him with piss and cum; we’d leave without showing our faces. Ok. Why the hell not?
As if this wasn’t complicated enough, the boy kept confusing what was clearly a rape scene with a kidnapping scene. I thought that would actually be better. We could just tie him up and cut off his fingers one by one, then sit around watching TV, playing cards, smoking and drinking while we waited for his family to pay the ransom. Just like in the movies.
to be continued…
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