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.
