Oh, Brother!

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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The following is an adult fantasy containing graphic sexual situations.   It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.  WARNING!!!  This chapter contains scenes of sexual humiliation, degradation, violence and racial slurs which may be disturbing to some readers.  Your author does not condone the ideology or practices of the organization involved. 

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Billy Wilson determined he was not going to go.  Big brother Donny earlier informed him they were "going out" soon as the folks left.  Mom and Dad were going to some social with Ed Brewster, Tom Wilson's work buddy, and his wife.  It was sort of a regular Saturday evening thing.  They'd go to the Club, Tom would get tanked up, Mary would have enough to get weepy and they'd come home bickering.  Tom would sleep on the couch, Mary would whimper until she passed out.  In the morning they'd have big heads and by evening forgotten the entire thing. 

While Billy didn't know exactly what Donny had in mind for him this time he knew it was nothing good.  Scarier was the fact that they would be left alone in the house.  Billy would have no one to defend him.  It wasn't as if he could go to Dad or Mom anyway.  There was little doubt in his mind that Donny would follow through on his threat to expose the growing collection of photographs and videos in his possession.  It wouldn't matter much that Donny had forced him to do those perverted sexual things.  The embarrassment alone would shame him forever to his family.  Worse would be if Donny released the evidence to his friends and school mates.  He'd be ruined.

After the last degrading romp Billy resolved that he absolutely would not be an easy pawn for his bully brother any longer.  He had to show some resistance if this was ever going to end.  He had hoped that somewhere along the way Donny would tire of his depraved game.  But after the orders regarding this night it appeared he intended to continue with his torturous sport.  Billy couldn't imagine anything worse than the trip to the Old Folk's Home over a week ago and the vile things he was coerced into doing.  Evidently Donny had come up with something equally sinister.

"Billy, we're leaving!" Mom shouted at the foot of the stairway.  Billy moved over to his door and responded, "Okay, Mom, Dad.  Have a good time!"  Waiting until he heard them leave he quickly closed his door, turned the lock and shut off the light.  Quickly he stripped down, donned his pajama bottoms and slipped beneath the covers of his bed.  Waiting.

In short order he heard Donny's heavy booted footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall.  Trying the knob and finding it locked Donny pounded a fist against the door.  "Don't fuck with me, Billy!  Open up!"

Billy pulled the bed covers up to his chin and silently willed him to go away.  There came sounds of jiggling at the door and suddenly it burst open, slamming against the wall.  The lights came on and Donny stood there in the doorway.

"Think I don't know how to pick a lock?  Now get up.  We're goin'."

"No!"  Billy stubbornly responded.  "I-I'm sick.  Think I have a fever."

"Bull-shit!" Donny snorted.  "Get the fuck up from that bed or I'm gonna drag your ass out!"  When Billy didn't move Donny came toward him.  Billy backed up against the headboard away from his brother.  Donny grabbed a handful of bed clothes and yanked them from Billy's trembling body.  Billy scrambled to the other side of the bed but Donny grabbed him by the shoulders with both big beefy hands and threw him down.  Billy struggled but Donny was atop him, straddling his chest and holding his arms down alongside his head.  Donny's packed crotch was practically in his face. 

"Don't make me fuck you up, little brother," Donny snarled.  "We got some place to go tonight.  Now, let's go!"  He hoisted his body up off Billy, grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up.  "Ow!" Billy howled, clawing at Donny's hand and still struggling.  Donny landed a punch to the kidney, not sufficient to cause damage but hard enough to stay him.  "Keep it up and I'll give you worse," Donny threatened.  "Let's move, shithead!  We ain't got all night."

Attempting to catch his breath Billy limped to the dresser.  "Gotta put on some clothes."

"You ain't gonna need no clothes where we're goin'," Donny sniggered, roughly pushing him ahead and into the hallway.  On bare feet Billy stumbled, clung to the wall and moved toward the stairway.  For a fleeting moment he had thoughts of maneuvering himself behind Donny and giving him a shove, gleefully watching him tumble down the stairs and lay broken at the bottom. But if his attempt failed he would suffer repercussions.

When they reached the front door Billy turned to Donny, desperately trying a new tactic.  "Please, Donny.  I don't want to do this any more," he pleaded.  "You've already got all those pictures.  You don't need more.  I'll do anything else you want.  Just no more of this."

Donny smiled sarcastically.  "Just get in the car."  Once again defeated, Billy begrudgingly slipped into the passenger seat of Donny's car.  There was no conversation during the ride, only the sound of the heavy metal band blaring from the speakers.  Billy had already lost his bearings and no idea in which direction they were headed, only that it was way out of town limits. After a while Donny turned off the roadway onto a long dirt lane winding through some country flat land.  Although dusk was falling rapidly Billy made out a weathered two story farm house with only one light showing in a downstairs window.  The yard, such as it was, was littered with junk cars and abandoned auto parts, bottles, blocks of concrete and other refuse.  Billy grew even more wary.

Donny stopped the car and ordered, "Get out!"  Swallowing hard, Billy stepped out of the car, fearful he'd slice his bare foot on some stray garbage.  The lawn was more like a field, and highly overgrown with tangled weeds.  Reluctantly Billy followed Donny behind the house.  Donny plucked out his cell phone, placed a call and seconds later the ground seemed to open up before them.  On closer inspection Billy realized it was a door, camouflaged to look like part of the field.  A dark, mildewed stairway led into the depths of darkness.  Although he couldn't make out his features, Billy saw a figure standing there on the second step.

"This him?" came an ominous voice.

"Yup," Donny acknowledged.  "This here's the queer nigger lover."  Billy's jaw dropped, his eyes gaped and his head shot over to his brother.  Why would Donny say such a thing? 

"Get his shameless ass down here," the gruff voice commanded.  Donny shoved Billy forward.  Timidly, he went down the slippery stairs into the bowels of the earth.  At the bottom he encountered a large steel door.  Not sure what to do next he waited while the stranger closed and bolted the hatch, sending them into darkness.  Using his phone flashlight the man came down around them, threw open the door and beckoned the Wilson brothers inside.

Several lanterns illuminated the interior of the place.  Billy realized it was a large bunker of some sort.  The walls were of steel, same as the door.  They were decorated with flags and posters, all of which sent a chill down Billy's bare spine.  In school they had studied the fascist, neo-Nazi culture and the rise and fall of its one-time leader, Adolph Hitler.  All the items in this bunker represented the tyrannical movement.  Either standing or sitting on lawn chairs and the one shabby sofa were a half dozen obvious followers.  Mostly adults, but one looked to be near Billy's age.  They were all heavily tattooed, the bare-chested even more obvious, with representations of their fanatical following.  Swastikas and pronouncements of Brotherhood and White Power abounded.  Most had shaved heads, revealing ink even there, and the ones who weren't had maybe a half-inch growth of hair barely covering their scalp.  Billy was more frightened than he had ever been.

"This is the faggot nigger lover and his disgusted brother," the greeter announced.  There were sounds of repugnance from the others, one or two of them spitting in disgust on the earthen floor.  Billy thought to object but decided it best to keep his mouth shut, at least for now.  Instead he got a good look at this man.  He looked to be late forties, well-built, with a thick, handlebar mustache and prerequisite bald head.  Blue tattoos snaked around both sides of his neck, then up and over his scalp.  He wore an old wife-beater T, which revealed more authoritarian propaganda along his strong arms and across his chest.

"That true, boy?" another one spoke up.  Younger, maybe late twenties, lounging on a full lawn chair drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette.  The form of the black cross was etched on the top of his scalp.  "That true you fuck them animals?"

Trembling, Billy shook his head.  Donny chimed in.  "Caught him up in his own bedroom with a black man on top of him," he lied.  "It was a shameful thing."

"Disgusting!" yet another grumbled.  "Disgrace to the white race," added another.  Billy looked to Donny with pleading eyes.  These fanatics could easily kill him, slaughter them both, right here in this secret place.  There were gangs of these types of guys in prison for doing that exact thing.  But Donny just looked away, playing the role of disgraced and disgusted big brother to the hilt.

The big one, Seamus, slapped Billy across the back of the head, making him cringe.  "What's wrong with you, boy?  Laying down with a fuckin’ nigger?  You’re filth.  Just like them.  A disgrace to our race.  We don’t tolerate that kind of shit.  We remove it from the Earth.

“What say you?" he boldly addressed his following.

There were shouts of affirmation from around the room.  Boots were stomped on the ground and fists were pumped in the air.  These savages were all riled up and ripe for retaliation.  Tears of fear formed in Billy's eyes and his bottom lip was quivering.   What was Donny thinking, making him a target for this group of White Supremacists?  It was completely untrue that he had ever sexually been with an African-American of either sex.  Not that he had anything against it.  It was his father who was a bigot, using that hateful “N” word which made Billy cringe every time he uttered it.  Ed Brewster would fit right in with this crowd.  And although Donny might currently be pretending otherwise, he wasn’t a racist, either.  He had more than one black buddy. 

“Onliest thing to do is white wash this nigger lover,” another of the band spoke up.  The rest unanimously agreed.

"He can start here!"  It was the one in the chair, just finishing his cigarette and casually tossing it aside.  Billy figured the place must have some kind of ventilation system because the smoke was being sucked up and away.  The Skinhead reached down to undo his trousers and cockily hauled out his dick and balls.  It was a decent sized one and uncut. 

“The way to cleanse one gone wrong is to replace nigger seed with a white man’s purifying fluids,” Seamus explained to Donny.   Donny thought it was all bullshit.  These guys were the freakiest of freaks.  But that’s just what he needed to further humiliate his despised younger brother.  The idea had been that of his buddy Bozo’s brother, Horace.  Horace was a sicko who had helped orchestrate Billy’s last ordeal at the all-male nursing home.  While he, himself, wasn’t part of the Aryan Brotherhood, he knew of those who were and felt them fitting for Donny’s usage of his baby brother.  Horace’s contacts set things up.  Donny was a bit reluctant at first.  He knew these guys weren’t to be messed with.  This was serious stuff.  Even now he was wary.  The only escape was through that steel door and the hatch above.  He hoped he wouldn’t have to make a run for it.  If so, Billy would have to fend for himself.

Seamus slapped a big, strong tattooed hand against Billy’s neck and roughly shoved him forward.  Billy lost his balance and fell between the outstretched legs of the other.  Seamus was right with him, pushing his face into the Skinhead’s bared crotch.   Billy resisted but Seamus’ grip was powerful.  He mashed Billy into the other man’s package while the others shouted words of encouragement.  With little other choice Billy opened his lips and enveloped the flaccid member.

“Eat white cock!” Seamus ordered and the remaining members joined in a chant.  “Eat white cock!  Eat white cock!”  They stomped their booted feet on the floor and pounded fists against whatever was near as they bellowed their war cry.  It was like at a sporting event.  Donny got caught up in the moment and joined the chorus.

Belly down on the lawn chair between the spread of the Skinhead’s thighs Billy was gripping the lattice work for support.  His mouth was full of hooded dick.  Seamus’ fingers were tangled in his hair and holding him in place.  The Skinhead, known to the others as Patrick, drained his beer and comfortably stretched out on the lounge.  Save for the multiple tattoos he was a rather ordinary looking man of medium build with an unkempt, scraggly reddish chin beard.   Billy knew he was expected to suck the dick, but it wasn’t even hard.  He couldn’t imagine why they would even want him to.  Aryans considered homosexuals to be as abominable as the Jews and Blacks, among others.  Was this a test to see if he would really do it?

Billy’s contemplation abruptly came to a halt when he felt the dick stir.  All at once a gush of warm piss assaulted his taste buds.  His eyes widened and he attempted to back off, but Seamus had him in his grip.  “Drink the piss of white man and wash all the nigger away,” Patrick ordered.  Billy coughed, sputtered and finally, with little other choice, he swallowed.  Patrick’s flow was heavy after the two beers he’d consumed and Billy had to struggle to keep up with it.  The stuff had an acrid, acidic taste but wasn’t entirely unpleasant.  As he gulped Patrick placed a hand atop his head, freeing up Seamus.  With the other he slapped the side of Billy’s face, causing the tortured teen to yelp in protest.  This only caused the piss to back up through his sinuses and drip from his flared nostrils.  It burned his sensitive membranes and brought new tears to Billy’s eyes.

“Drink and cleanse yourself,” Patrick decreed while the others began a chant of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” 

Through it all, Patrick’s cock had begun to harden in Billy’s mouth.  He could feel it unfurling, the head slipping out of its cowl of flesh.  By the time the urine flow had ceased he was at full erection.  “Suck!” Patrick ordered and hard slapped Billy’s cheek again.  Sobbing his frustration but, with little other choice, Billy followed his command.   Bobbing his head up and down on the uncut meat he took as much as he could.  But that wasn’t good enough for Patrick.  Thrusting his pelvis up against Billy he forced his dick into the helpless teen’s throat.  Billy choked and garbled around the intruder but with Patrick holding his head firmly in place he had no recourse. 

Seamus grabbed Billy’s pajamas by the waistband and ripped them down off his legs, casually tossing them aside.  The remaining Skinheads hooted and whistled obscenely when Billy’s creamy, struggling buns were exposed.   Seamus lifted his strong arm high in the air above his shoulder and brought it crashing down on Billy’s ass with a resounding slap.  Billy winced.  When he attempted to instinctively cry out his throat opened wider and Patrick’s cockhead slipped even deeper.  Billy garbled but the Ginger was thrusting his hips against the teen’s face, fucking his uncut cock in and out of the tight, spasming throat.  Seamus was barbarically beating Billy’s buns with both large hands.  With each strike the once-creamy skin turned a deeper shade of crimson.  Billy bucked from every blow, hardly aware that his boy prick was ramrod stiff and leaking teen cream.   

Donny’s eyes flared.  Seamus was really beating fuck out of Billy as he got face fucked by the other Skinhead.  The big man’s tattooed arm rose and fell, palm slapping his brother at one moment and then back handing him the next.  Patrick was mercilessly shoving that cock right up into Billy’s mouth and ravaging his throat.  Horace had been right.  These guys knew how to abuse a faggot.  Instinctively he reached down and groped the swell in his crotch.  Watching his baby brother get his comeuppance was a complete turn on.   

Billy winced.  He yelped.  Up until now he thought the Old Folk’s Home and the degenerates running it was the worst.  But he’d opt for another romp there than what he was currently enduring.  These guys were brutal.  Billy had read the things they were capable of.  Even murder.  Prisons were full of the like.  Gangs roamed the barred corridors.  For all he knew some of those assembled in this hidden, underground shelter were parolees or future inmates.  From the looks of the thick steel walls he could scream his lungs raw and no one would hear him.  Billy was more frightened than he’d even been.  The dick invading his throat wasn’t like any of the others he’d been forced to take.  It was cruelly stabbing into him.  This man with the titian pubes scouring his nostrils every time he rammed deep was looking to cause damage.  There was no escape for Billy.  Red had an arm lock around the back of Billy’s neck, crudely holding him in place while he ravaged his esophagus.  The other one was callously beating his backside with savage, stinking blows.  Billy sobbed.  Tears leaked from his eyes.  He couldn’t help himself.  He was the helpless victim of a group of violent sadists bent on causing him pain and punishment. 

All at once the beating ceased.  Billy’s ass burned.  Donny’s face brightened exuberantly when he saw the flaming redness and the remaining imprint of Seamus’ punishing hands.  He could only imagine the pain Billy was feeling.  And it made him jubilant.  But by no means was Seamus finished with the boy.  As Donny observed, and Billy sniveled, Seamus drove his large inked hand into the split of the floundering teen’s scorching buttocks.  He hawked a juicy lugie directly on Billy’s butt bud and abruptly corkscrewed his sausage-like middle finger into the teen’s hole.  Billy squirmed as the imposing man swirled his digit around inside him, stretching his tight portal.  Shortly a second meaty finger was introduced.  Then a third.  Billy painfully cried out, which only resulted in sending blissful reverberations through Patrick’s pistoning cock.  Shuddering, Patrick crushed Billy’s face to his pelvis and shot his load clear down his throat.

Seamus was now forcefully screwing those three meaty fingers in and out of Billy’s grasping asshole.  With a wicked, satisfied smile on his mug Patrick slipped his body away from the teen, yanked Billy’s head up by the hair and spit into his face.   Disgustedly he said, “Filthy nigger lover” and moved away to join the others, who were passing around a pipe.  The back rest of the chair was dropped level and his place was swiftly filled by another.   Like Seamus, this one looked to be in his forties.   He was bare-chested with flabby pectorals and a sizeable gut.  The numerals fourteen and eighty-eight were tattooed on each tit, respectively.  There were a host of other symbols crudely applied over the exposed portions of his body including, like most of the others, on his bald pate.  

Russell took his own grip on Billy’s tuft of hair to yank his head back up.  Billy’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped when he saw the numbers displayed on this hideous man’s chest.  He knew them to be popular white supremacist symbols, the second being an endorsement for the Fuhrer Hitler.  While Billy gaped at this repugnant man Russell hawked up phlegm and spat directly into Billy’s open mouth.  Billy recoiled, tried to extract the offensive stuff but Russell shoved two blunt fingers into his mouth and pushed to the back of his throat.  Billy choked and shivered with revulsion.  Russell thrust those fingers in and out of Billy’s oral cavern, skimmed around the insides of his cheeks and over his palate much as Seamus was doing to his rectum.  When Seamus inserted a fourth finger Billy yowled, his mouth opening even wider.  Russell thrust an equal four into Billy’s mouth, the teen’s uvula dancing around the top of his fleshy fingers.

Extracting his hand Russell reached into the pocket of his worn jeans and took out a small bottle, which he uncapped.   Holding it up under Billy’s right nostril, he ordered, “Breathe, bitch.”  When Billy didn’t comply he smacked him hard across the face and repeated, “Breathe!”  This time Billy complied.  A sudden warm feeling enveloped his head and he became dizzy.  The sensation flooded through his entire body.  He felt positively tingly all over.  It no longer hurt down where Seamus was at work on him.  In fact, it felt absolutely grand!

Patrick tossed Seamus a can of cooking lard from a shelf above the propane grill.  Seamus caught it one-handed and smeared a healthy dose over his moving hand and the stretched lips of Billy’s hole.  “Do it!” Russell encouraged his partner as he moved the bottle to Billy’s other nostril.  As Billy willingly inhaled Seamus slipped his thumb in amongst the other digits and punched his entire hand, wedding ring and all, into the teen’s asshole.  Billy whimpered.  Tough guy Donny actually gasped.   The Skinheads threw out verbal slurs and encouragement.  Russell gave Billy one more hit of the amyl nitrate, fished out his dick and stuffed it into Billy’s mouth. 

Billy, who had never once gotten high, felt fabulous.  Something truly magical had happened when he sniffed the content of that mystery bottle.  For the first time ever, from head to toe, he felt thoroughly sensual.  He was floating on a cloud of euphoria.  Although he knew what was going on was wrong, he didn’t care.  It felt so wonderfully right.  The dick in his mouth was a short stiffie but he made oral love to it as if it was the cock of gods.  There was a beautiful numbing buzz roaring from the lips of his ass clear up into his rectum which made whatever the older man was doing down there feel absolutely marvelous.  There was pain, but it was a glorious, welcome pain.  He craved more.

Seamus thrust his big fingers deeper into Billy’s ass.  He was well beyond the wrist and part-way up his thick forearm.  His made a semi-circle motion as he moved it in and out, sinking more of himself each time.  Billy’s raw ass lips were stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the man’s limb.  Having never done poppers Donny had no idea how his kid brother was taking it.  Or how his asshole wasn’t splitting.  This was rich and he just had to get it memorialized on video.  Deciding it best not to take the initiative without permission, he asked. 

“Proud to show how we treat nigger lovers,” was Seamus’ reply.  Donny got up closer to the action and started recording.  Seamus rose to the occasion, dragging his hand out of Billy’s hole, balling into a fist and punching it back in.  His hand disappeared in and out of Billy’s abused pussy, the Nazi tattoos showing, then gone.  Donny wouldn’t have thought it at all possible but the man was nearly to his elbow inside Billy, who showed little in the way of suffering.  Russell was furiously face fucking the boy.   Billy noisily scarfed that dick down to the bald root each time.  He was a boy gone wild.  Sex, however it was doled out, was all he cared about.

They were soon joined by another who sat himself down on Billy’s back, crudely took hold of his hair and yanked his head back so Russell could more easily spear his mouth.   This one was thirtyish with all the prerequisite tattoos and militant attitude.   As Russell fucked in and out of the boy’s mouth with his extremely hard cock Frank held tight to Billy, uttering all sorts of degrading remarks and slapping the sides of his cock stuffed face.   His cheeks were becoming as red as his ass from all the abuse they were taking.   Each time Frank smacked him he sucked Russell’s pummeling dick with more gusto.   All too soon Russell’s balls tightened and his dick began firing strong jets of cum to fill Billy’s mouth. 

“Swallow that load, nigger lover!’ Russell growled.  And Billy did.  As the dick pulsated and convulsed in his oral cavern Billy scarfed it all down.  His tongue frantically lapped all along the shooting dick as he sucked and swallowed.   Although he’d taken loads in his mouth before none had been quite as tasty.  With his senses heightened by whatever he had inhaled it tasted almost like some new exotic flavor of soft, warm ice cream.  Billy couldn’t get enough of it.  He kept sucking long after Russell had unloaded his nuts. 

When Russell rolled away Frank prepared to jump into his place.  But Seamus had other ideas.  Pulling his balled up hand from Billy’s wrecked pussy he gruffly gave instruction.  Together they lifted Billy from the lounge and placed him belly-up on the cold floor.  Donny had wondered how the damned cheap lawn chair hadn’t collapsed with all three atop.  Even more disgustingly delightful was the way Billy’s asshole gaped, now a true rosebud.  Frank took place at Billy’s head, grasped him by the sides of his face to angle him back and down and shoved his seven inches fully into the teen’s gullet.   Russell tossed Frank the amyl.  Seamus interjected.

“No more!” he commanded, plainly the leader of this pack.  “Little nigger lover’s enjoyin’ it too much.  I want him to feel this.”  With that he unzipped and hauled out his beef.  Donny’s eyes bugged.  It was little wonder the older guy had worked Billy open so much.  Seamus was horse hung!  Not one to check out other guy’s junk, Donny was nevertheless overcome by the proportions of this one.  It had to be at least a foot in length, if not more, with a huge apple-sized crown.  A swastika was tattooed clear across the head, the gaping piss slit acting as one of the bisecting lines.  The entire weapon was thick as the man’s forearm with mean, raised and engorged veins all over its surface.  The base was like the trunk of a tree, its arteries the size of a thumb.  They would have to be in order to hold this marvel erect.  And it was hard.  Throbbing and snarling, the one-eyed wonder looked like it was sniffing out pussy.

Seamus grabbed Billy’s legs, spread them like a wishbone and hoisted them back.  From across the way Frank took hold of the kid’s shanks and forced them down so he was nearly doubled over.  Billy’s greased and pouting asshole was there for the taking.  Seamus slapped his weighty member against the slick gash, rubbed it around to coat his beef and sunk it in.  It wasn’t a slow, let’s-get-to-know-each-other lodging.  Seamus stuffed himself root deep in one swift movement.  Just coming off his last hit Billy’s eyes shot wide and he pitifully groaned around Frank’s deeply imbedded hardon.  His ass lips were in distress from all the stretching they had, and still were, taking.  His insides were on fire.  The thing felt like it was coming up through his throat.

Wasting no time with the preliminaries Seamus set to work reaming out Billy’s tortured asshole.  He plunged his outrageous truncheon all the way into the teen with powerful thrusts.  Billy’s toes curled and his entire frame trembled each time the big man shafted his ass, lodging that mammoth dick deep inside.  He felt every one of those heavy veins scraping against his insides and plundering his boy clit.  Seamus pounded away with all his might, fucking the seventeen-year-old without mercy.   It was a wicked, nasty fuck from a stud packing some serious firepower.  Billy had gone delirious, voraciously sucking on Frank’s plunging dick as if that could dispel what was happening on the other end.   Frank shoved the entire seven inches into his mouth again and again, probing his throat with his knob.  His stubby fingers reached down to grab Billy’s tender nipples while he fucked the boy’s face.  Frank cruelly pulled and twisted on them, causing Billy to cry out his pain around the battering cock.  Frank worked his tits even harder, pinching, twisting and kneading them.  Despite his protests, both men noticed that Billy’s boy dick was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum over his taut torso.  Maybe the kid wasn’t enjoying all this abuse, but his dick certainly was. 

The fifth Skinhead, a tall and thin one with face tatts to accompany all those over his wiry, shirtless frame stepped up to the action.  His trousers dropped around his ankles and a long, slender erection bearing a bulbous, mushroom head out of proportion with the rest of his junk was freed.  Coming down to his knees alongside Fred he took over the nubbin nearest him, showing more aggression than his cohort.  Dirty nails, badly in need of a trim, dug into the tip of the already swollen nipple like a pincer and tugged it out from Billy’s chest.  Billy flailed and cried but his actions only served to encourage Daniel.  He tugged, he twisted, he near about ripped the bud from Billy’s reddened areola.   All the while he was continually spitting on the boy, dragging snot down from his sinuses and expelling it on the straining teen’s face and chest.

Frank felt his body tense and knew he was getting ready to unload.  As his release overtook him he pulled his dick from Billy’s throat and left it on the kid’s tongue so he could feed him a healthy dose of superior white man’s cum.  Frank jerked, he quivered and a creamy load flew from his dick, splashing against Billy’s tonsils.  Billy balked at the overpowering flavor of the brutal man’s semen but gulped it down.  Drained, at least for now, Frank fell away.  Not even offering Billy the chance to regroup, Daniel hastily took his place, thrusting his piece into Billy’s cummy orifice.  Billy choked as it plunged Frank’s cum down his esophagus.  Instead of utilizing his entire rod Daniel lodged his hardball sized head in Billy’s windpipe and fucked only in his throat.  With the passage completely blocked Billy was forced to inhale through his nostrils lest he suffocate on dick.  Crazed Daniel’s thrusts were fast and quick jabs which almost made Billy forget the assault on his ass.  Almost.

Seamus’ thick horsecock throbbed madly as it ceaselessly tore through Billy’s rectum.  His dick was so large that it stretched the teen’s insides to the max, making them fit snugly around the ram charger.  He wasn’t about to let on to the others but Seamus was enjoying the wet, warm and ridged texture surrounding his meat.  Anal sex was not an option with his old lady, but this shit sure felt good.  No wonder them filthy niggers went for it.  Made him a bit queasy thinking of those animals soiling this boy, who would otherwise have made a nice side piece.  This was the kid’s time of redemption.  Each time that swastika etched on the head of his dick pounded deep inside young Billy brought him one step closer to  being absolved of his former transgressions.   Seamus fucked even more forcefully with his hips, making the fallen boy grunt.  The older man’s balls hairy balls were smoldering with primal passion.  Waves of pleasure constantly washed over him as he slammed himself up into that ultra-tight ass.  His big salami was steely hard and doing serious damage.

Billy heaved as the huge dick pumped in and out of his ass.  Like some sort of addict he longed for another long sniff from that bottle they had treated him to earlier.  Then it wouldn’t feel so bad.  But relief was not forthcoming.   The man was mercilessly ramming into his already impossibly expanded anal walls.  Billy feared he’d been ripped and that he was oozing blood from his ravaged hole.  If so, how would he every explain this to a doctor.  Certainly not his family doctor.  He’d have to face embarrassment at a clinic.  That is, if he even made it out of here alive.  This was a group of savages and there was no telling what they might ultimately do.  Would Donny wind up with the ultimate sibling revenge?

Seamus’ body tensed.  He threw back his head with a guttural roar as his huge dick expanded to even greater dimensions and exploded.  Cannon-ball gobs of creamy man cum tore from his swastika and doused Billy’s colon.  The others watched in awe as their leader’s eyes rolled up exposing only the whites and his mouth hung open as he bellowed.  It was as if life’s essence was being drained from his muscular body.  At the same time Billy’s dick jerked and shot a geyser which blew clear across and onto Daniel’s thrusting groin.  Caught up in the stellar moment, Daniel moaned and joined the party.  Hot, wet cum exploded from his embedded cock head and shot straight down Billy’s throat.   

Seamus shuddered, eyes glazed with the thrill of a fabulous cum.  If his intense load hadn’t washed the nigger out of the boy, nothing would.  Manning up for the edification of the others Seamus yanked his huge log from Billy.  If he hadn’t had a pussy before, he certainly did now.  Billy’s hole was wide open and leaking dribbles of cum.  It proved to be an invitation for the sixth member of the pack.  The meanest looking of all, this one named Clark, ambled forward.  He was squat and on the chunky side with an ugly looking mug, plump protruding lips, crazed eyes and more body ink than any of the other three put together.  His eyebrows were shaved clear and replaced with interlocking double “S” tattoos.  The words “white power” and “white pride” appeared all over.  “HATE” was lettered across the fingers between the second and third joint of each hand.  Swastikas, naturally, abounded.  His entire broad back was encompassed by a giant likeness of the German dictator, Adolph Hitler.  Even Donny felt a chill when this intimidating man dropped down at Billy’s split. 

Daniel moved away and joined the others in another beer.  Donny noticed they were all packing them down.  He declined the offer of one, figuring he had better keep a clear head in case things went sideways down here in this steel-encased coffin.  Didn’t really care much about Billy; he was thinking strictly of saving his own hide.

Blocked by Daniel’s cock and balls Billy hadn’t seen this one’s approach.  When he managed to raise his heavy head to look he reacted with horror.  Violently shaking his head from side to side and mewling he was rewarded with a violent slap to the face.  Scooting up to the target Clark punched his cock into the gathering folds of Billy’s despoiled pussy.  His hefty dick was eight inches of beefy flesh with a fat, blunt knob and a latticework of engorged veins.  A string of swastika tattoos trailed up from the base to the head.  They all disappeared in one thrust as the dick went deep into Billy’s ass.  Clark stretched across Billy’s squirming body, propped up on chunky toes at one end and forearms at the other, his frightening face mere inches from Billy’s.  His fetid beer and marijuana-laced breath washed over the struggling boy.  Billy was frightened; it was like being screwed by a monster.  When he opened his mouth to sigh out in agony Clark spit directly into it, further sickening the boy. 

Clark showed no mercy as he repeatedly rammed himself up Billy’s ass.  Billy’s trim body was shaking from the force of Clark’s gut-wrenching thrusts and cried out.  Clark hawked another loogie into Billy’s mouth and pounded him harder.  He plunged deep with each strike, punching even more vigorously.  Billy’s fists were beating against the floor at his sides.  Between the fisting and all these unforgiving cocks his pussy was raw and burning.  As red hot agony ripped through him he prayed for it all to stop.  He couldn’t take much more.   Over Clark’s shoulder he saw his mean, evil brother filming everything and he hated Donny more now than ever before. 

Ultimately Clark busted a nut, spewing a thick stream of man cream into Billy’s already drenched quim.  Billy had no relief, however.  Clark kept fucking him throughout the ejaculation, possibly even more intensely, and continued on even after he’d been drained.  Finally satisfied he pinned Billy with one hand to his throat and back handed his face a few times, spit into it again, and growled disgustedly, “That’ll teach you to fuck niggers.”

Billy laid there a sobbing, defeated mess.  His hand went down to his wounded hole and he comforted the burning lips.  Cum oozed from the gaping slit and coated his nurturing fingers.  If he ever got out of this situation alive he feared he’d never be the same.  The raunchy Skinheads were gathered together and talking, probably about him, but it was all a buzz to Billy.  He desperately wanted to get up and try to make it to the door but his body was so fatigued that he couldn’t rise.  If and when they were released Donny would have to carry him.  And he was certain he couldn’t count on his dastardly brother for much of anything.  Donny would make him crawl up those steps and into the night.  Probably with a boot to his ass.

Throughout his turmoil Billy had lost count of his abusers.  If he hadn’t he would have known there was a seventh, who had not yet made his brand.  Billy groaned in agony when he saw the last one approach.  It was the youngest of the pack.  Billy had completely forgotten about that one.  Sean was newly eighteen, Neanderthal-featured and full of piss and vinegar.  Unlike the others, he had stripped himself down to his combat boots.  His body was lean and tight with impressively muscular arms and bore the brotherhood insignia, but only in places where it could be concealed by clothes.  Up until recently he’d been a high school senior who dodged P.E. so that he didn’t have to change in front of the others and reveal his affiliation with the Brotherhood.  Hadn’t mattered; he’d still been found out.  A visit to the Principal’s office had resulted in Sean overturning some furniture, throwing the man some choice words and being expelled.  Sean didn’t care.  He would never have graduated anyway.  There were far more important things to do as a member of the Army.  First thing he’d done was shave off his dark locks. The next would be inking up like Seamus, Clark and the others. 

Sean looked down upon Billy with disgust.  Bad enough being a faggot, but doubly worse to be a faggot taking nigger dick.  He’d been only fourteen when he beat fuck out of his first.  There had been several since.  Both faggots and niggers.  One time, a faggot nigger.  Sean stepped over Billy and dropped down on a knee to one side of him as he sat on Billy’s torso, the kid’s dick nearly kissing his ass.  He roughly grabbed Billy by the throat and sneered,  “Gonna mess with niggers anymore?”  Although he never had, Billy fearfully shook his head in the negative.   “Fuckin’ right you’re not,” Sean nastily retorted and slapped Billy hard on a cheek.  It smarted.  Dissatisfied, Sean smacked him again.  And again.  Billy struggled, but Sean had him pinned to the floor.  More tears flowed from his fearful eyes.  Sean spit in his face, then shoved his hand into Billy’s mouth and pumped it to the back of his throat, making Billy choke. 

Spinning around, Sean lowered his ass directly onto Billy’s face.   Pulling his cheeks apart, he sat down hard, smothering Billy in his crack and ground himself around.  Billy flailed but a fist to his gut steadied him.  “Eat out my ass,” Sean nastily ordered.  “Probably ate all kinds of dirty nigger ass.  Now eat superior white ass!”  He moved himself back and forth, rubbing his trench along Billy’s face.  The hole was humid and sticky but, with limited options, Billy did as commanded.  His tongue slithered wetly along Sean’s swampy split, made contact with his asshole and dug into the tight chute.  “Get your tongue all up in there!” Sean authoritatively shouted.  “Dig up in that white shitter!”  Stifling a sob, Billy worked his tongue inside the pucker.  “Deeper!” Sean bellowed as he raised an arm to backhand Billy’s erect dick.  Billy buried his entire tongue and spun around inside the warm, gripping chasm.  Sean slapped the tortured boy’s dick again and again, enticing Billy to really work his raunchy hole.   “Suck it, faggot!  Suck it like you suck them niggers!”  With his lips formed around the hole, Billy did.  He created a vacuum, sucking Sean’s ass juices while tonguing the steaming cauldron.

By now Sean had a roaring hardon.  His cock was a real teen splendor.  The rigid young manflesh arced up perfectly from his hairy groin at close to nine succulent inches.  Pre-cum was already oozing from the wide hole in his nicely shaped cockhead.  Sean lifted his tasty ass from Billy’s face, reared back a few inches and thrust himself fully into Billy’s drooling mouth.   Billy gagged when the thing clogged his throat.  Sean showed no mercy.  He grabbed Billy’s head with both hands, pulled it back and repeatedly rammed his cock deep into the straining boy’s gullet.  Sean’s heavy, furry balls threatened to blacken Billy’s eyes each time he mercilessly thrust forward.  The leaking cockhead was banging into the farthest recesses of his raw throat with brutal intensity.  Billy prayed the young brute would cum quickly and it would all be over soon.

But Sean was just getting warmed up.  Ripping his dripping cock from Billy’s face hole he scooted over the boy’s prone body and launched his attack from the other side.  Yanking Billy’s quivering legs back so that his feet were beside his head and his molested ass was obscenely up Sean squatted down and pushed himself into the pouting hole.  What ensued was a violent pile-driving with Sean savagely rutting Billy’s pained pussy with gut-wrenching all-the-way-in and all-the-way-out full-length thrusts.  Billy grunted each time the wild teen’s hairy crotch slapped against him and the cock head battered him deep.  It was a dirty, rough fuck. Billy had been abused so much in the past few hours that he momentarily, and mercifully, lost consciousness for a few moments.  But Sean slapped him back into the here and now.  He refused to let up on the other teen, bucking and riding him like a cowboy gone mad.  As his rigid meat arrogantly plunged into Billy’s searing hot fissure there was a giddy, insane smile on his face.  He thoroughly enjoyed being the persecutor. 

When he came Sean threw back his head and let loose a roar of laughter.  It was quite a sight.  The muscles on his body knotted tight like those of a pro body builder in competition.  Arteries throbbed maddeningly in his neck and other veins stood out on his sweating, gleaming frame.  His tit meat poked out and more than one of the other Skins thought sure his nubs would shoot milk, too.  Gushes of hot cream spewed from his deeply embedded cock, battering Billy’s insides like pellets from a pop gun.  Wad after wad of pearly fuck juice doused Billy’s bowels.  Rather than soothing his tender insides it felt like the fiery cum of Satan. 

Sean ripped his meat out, spit on Billy one final time and pranced away like the champion at a boxing match.  Billy didn’t even have the energy to bring his legs down.  He just lay there, defeated, splayed out with his leaking ass in the air, an unintentional invitation for the next ruffian.  The seven Skinheads moved in on him.  Each had measured out their brand of punishment on the fallen white boy.  And they’d all been guzzling beer throughout.  Their bladders were full.  Circled around the vulnerable boy they simultaneously let it rip.  Warm piss erupted from every cock, pelting against Billy’s body.  They pissed on his chest, his cock and his face.  In short order his hair was dripping wet in urine.  Piss burned his eyes, went up his nose and into his mouth.  It beat against his asshole, comingling with the leaking cum loads and washing them away.  By the time the final stream came Billy was thoroughly drenched. 

Seamus, the strong man of the bunch, pulled Billy up from the floor, tossed him over a big shoulder and carried him up the stairs and out of the bunker.  Without hesitation Donny followed.  The built, naked man took Billy to Donny’s car and said, “Where do you want him?”

Donny thought quickly.  He didn’t want Billy smelling up the interior.   “Throw him in the trunk,” he said.  Billy moaned a protest that went ignored.  Donny popped the hatch and Seamus deposited the boy inside.  Donny secured the trunk and faced Seamus, not exactly sure what to say.

“Think we gave your brother a lesson,” Seamus acknowledged.  “He’ll think twice before going with niggers again.  If he does, you just bring him on back here.”

Donny nodded, anxious to be away from the place.

“Any time you want to join up with us,” Seamus said, in parting, as he scratched his burly nuts, “you know where to find us.”

Donny swallowed hard, gave a weak smile, nodded again and slipped into the driver’s seat.  He peeled out of the lot, glad to get away unscathed.  Donny didn’t scare easy, but these guys were highly intimidating.  He wasn’t sure how they were going to explain the bruises on Billy and knew he had to hose the boy down before getting him into the house.  Good thing the folks were out.  All in all, it had been well worth it witnessing “golden boy” Billy taking a dressing down.  The material he had recorded was stellar.  If he knew how he could probably put it up on some porn site and make major money. 

This session would be hard to top, but Donny already had the germ of an idea formulating in his devious brain for Billy’s next adventure….