February 14, 2006
Happy Valentines Day!
February 13, 2006
Agri-chem goes gay.
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February 8, 2006
More raping (almost finished)
Sorry this took so long but, as I said before, I was pretty fucking sick there for a while.
Back to the rape.
Once we confirmed that Buffalo was actually going to arrive and that the scene was really going to happen, I went to the Dollar Store to wool caps that would work as ski masks. God knows I didn’t need three wool caps even if the were only a dollar each. I bought a couple of cigars, cut some rope to usable lengths and started packing the stuff we’d need into a bag which got packed and repacked a zillion times before we left for Buffalo’s hotel near the airport.
He said his flight was arriving around 8:30PM and that he would call us as soon as he got to the hotel. We waited… and waited… and waited. We gave up. Then he called at 9:45 from the Philly airport and said his flight had been delayed. The plan was for him to stash a room key-card somewhere we would find it. He’d call again with his room number and the key location after he checked in. Again we waited. I was losing any desire I had to do this ridiculous scene in the first place and I was getting a hunger headache. The boy was still excited even though he was getting hungry, too.
The phone rang at 11:30. “I stopped to get something to eat. You don’t mind, do you?” “ Of course I mind, you selfish, inconsiderate bastard!! No, that’s OK.” He said the key would be poking out from under the door of his room. We left right away but I made the boy stop at the Wawa so I could get a coffee and a package of Peanut Butter KandyKakes for me and some Advil for him. I popped a Cialis.
We figured out early on that we wouldn't be able to put the ski masks (wool caps from the Dollar Store with eye holes cut in them) on until we were actually in his room, so we wouldn’t get caught on the hotel security cameras and end up in a cage at Gitmo or something. I repacked the bag again during the drive and put the stuff we’d need first on the top. It worked well enough. I had to keep reminding myself whose cap and leather gloves were whose, though. I started to get stage fright.
The Google map was not exactly right (I admit, I died a little inside) and it took us a while to find the place.
We got to his room and the card was indeed sticking out under the door. I grabbed it, took a deep breath and we entered. I closed the door and it was pitch dark! We’d have to leave the door open a crack. The boy noticed the bathroom was next to us and motioned for me to turn on that light so we could shut the front door and not be visible to any passing guests or staff. By this time, less than 30 seconds inside the door, we were noisily and therefore obviously fumbling. The handcuffs alone made a terrible racket. I realized why I’m not a burglar. We put on our masks and gloves and we were ready to roll.
As advertised, Buffalo was lying face down wearing only a jockstrap. It was a beautiful sight but we had work to do. I covered his mouth with one gloved hand and held the back of his head with the other. The boy cuffed his hands behind his back and removed the jock, tossing it to me. The boy was quickly taking off his clothes while the jock got stuffed in Buffalo’s mouth. I took out the third cap and pulled it over his head. It didn’t have eye holes in it. I ordered Buffalo to roll onto his side. I felt like a radiology technician. The boy was told to lie facing Buffalo, in 69 position. I ordered them to suck each other’s dicks, which they did with apparent pleasure.
The plan was to lash them together for some length of time before we got around to the anal rape part of the evening’s entertainment. I grabbed the rope from my bag, the contents of which had spilled all over the floor next to the bed. As I looked at them on the bed I realized there was no way to tie them together in that position without potentially strangling one or both of them. I had to settle for tying Buffalo’s legs together using a lovely but secure Japanese knot that RAMMER had emailed me a diagram of a few weeks before. OK. Now what?
I was tempted to lie on the other bed and watch TV. My lack of interest would have been apparent to anyone looking at my dick which wasn’t the least bit erect.