Playing with Bangers

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape 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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“Wait a fucking minute, Ash, I can’t–

“There’s a world of difference between ‘I can’t’ and ‘I won’t’ because there no such word as ‘I can’t.” I shot off.

Ry winced at the warm acrid liquid streaming from the head of my cock into the paper cup he clutched in his hand.

“Nah, man, I can’t.” Ry eyes swelled with tears.

“I don’t think you heard me, man. I said lap it up!” My pitch simmered with anger, echoing through the storage area of the large warehouse.

“Shit, gulp it down like it’s going out of style. Bitch-ass copsucker know how to do it,” Edge, my Chicano-Cambodian piece, grinned showing his grill shimmering with platinum, gold, and diamond chips.

“Ash, man,” Ry muttered.

“Ash is man, all man.” I growled getting in his face. “How a homo like you walked into this den of men is beyond me. Now that your ass got caught up in the big leagues, it might be wise for you to do as we say. First things first, you better not let a drop come out!”

Ry trembled, shaking his head almost violently.

“That’s the problem,” D-Mon barked, turning his head back. “You’re too calm. This motherfucker thinks he has a choice in the matter.”

I could see that with three men surrounding him, ready to do whatever, Ry had the sense enough to move the cup closer to his mouth.

There was no room for me or anybody else to feel sorry for him. This was all his doing.

“The cooler it gets the harder it is for you to swallow that shit.” I offered him some encouragement.

“Man, I can’t.”

Ry was like a rat in a cage–no way out. And the thing was it didn’t have to be that way. He had several outs and wasn’t smart enough to take any of them along the way.

Ry crossed our paths a couple of years earlier. He was a friend of a friend who was vouched for to run with our crew. He started off as an errand boy, delivering packages to customers and then moved onto petty selling before earning enough money to by a car to become a runner, hauling from Texas up to Colorado over to Vancouver to the various suppliers throughout. Ry was one of our best. Never getting caught. Never getting so much as a speeding ticket. He had been with us so long and was doing such good work, we considered him fam.

We thought we were all good. Then it was brought to our attention that we had a snitch in the midst. We went from Code Orange to Code Red once we discovered our snitch was an undercover cop. It was only natural we started cleaning house, shaking down and roughing up the new guys and those we thought were soft enough to flip. We left so much of a blood trail we thought we were going to swim in it. Since we weren’t getting any answers that way, the traditional way, we started running background checks again.

Surprise, surprise. Our man Ry, the man we thought of as blood, no longer existed in the database. We confronted Ry about this, about how his whole identity just fell off the face of this earth. He didn’t sugarcoat it, he confessed. He was undercover. The keyword being was, since he had been a defect going on about a year, becoming a friend of the life, fast money and the many benefits that came with it. His superiors were getting frustrated that after all that time Ry brought them nothing they could nail us with.

If he wasn’t a cop it wouldn’t have been such a problem smoking him. His title was ex-cop. Nevertheless, if the word got out about his murder the only thing the precincts would’ve heard was he was one of their own.

We had to make him pay. What a better way to do that than to make him gobble down some of my piss.

“Time’s ticking, motherfucker!” I growled.

“I can’t–

“I don’t want to hear you can’t motherfucker. Drink up!” D-Mon erupted with the fury of a volcano.

Ry swallowed hard, looking for one of us to save him from this hell. Unfortunately for him, this wasn’t a cartoon. There was no superhero that was going to drop from the ceiling to rescue him. He got himself in this hell. It was up to him to get himself out of it.

“I guess my man, D-Mon, is right. You think I’m playing with you. If you don’t drink up right now, Ry, not only will there be a gut full of piss in your mouth, I’ll throw in my boys’ piss to slide down your throat as well.”

Ry didn’t try to make eye contact. He just looked at the cup with a glass look in his eyes, slowly pulling it closer to his lips. And with my help, tipped back his cup.

“There you go. Don’t spill a drop.” I smiled knowing it was just the beginning.

Once the cup was clear, Edge came out of nowhere and busted Ry dead in the jaw.

Ry didn’t fall. He just toppled to the side and attempted to regain his balance.

“I told you his bitch-ass was a punk.” Edge threw another punch, this time sending Ry in the opposite direction. “What even fight like a motherfucking man!”

“That’s fine by me. That means he won’t fight for his manhood either.” I picked up his disoriented body and threw it over my shoulders. “Watch this!”

In one solid stroke, I grabbed the top of Ry’s pants and swiped them down over his ass. He might’ve been somewhat out of it when the brush of cool air came across his backside as he started flailing and flapping like he was some sort of retarded bird trying to fly, his scream like some kind of crazy mating call.

“What’re you gonna do bitch?” I twirled him around like a helicopter, going one way first and then change my direction in midstream. “Scream all you want, bitch! Nobody can hear you and your throat’s nicely lubed.”

As I was spinning Ry, D-Mon and Edge took turns slapping him. If I turned one way, one of them would slap him one way and the other the other way, both in the face and on the rear. When I got tired, I threw him up kin the air and let him hit the ground in one smooth motion with his feet hitting the ground first followed by his face.

“Boom!” Edge and D-Mon howled when his feet gave way underneath him forcing him to land face forward right at my feet.

“I knew your bitch-ass was nasty like that.” I snarled.

“So what’re you going to do with him?” D-Mon asked.

“He just can’t say no to putting things in his mouth, can he?” I heartedly chuckle, placing my Timbs on his shoulders. “Tells me he probably can’t say no to putting other things elsewhere!”

I felt Ry struggled under my foot, knowing better than I did what I had in mind with my eyes burning his exposed ass. He tried hard to pull them back up without making it seem so obvious, steadily using the ground beneath him to get them back on.

“I see what you’re doing, buddy, might as well part those cheeks and let us do what it do ‘cause we’re gonna do what it do anyway.” Edge said, chuckling along with us.

I released my boot from Ry’s shoulders, giving him a soft kick in the head. I wanted to remind him a beat down wasn’t exactly out of the cards.

“Raise up, punk!” I commanded. “Raise up!”

Ry was slow to get onto his feet. Eventually, he did though. His lips were busted up and his nose was bleeding from the few punches I was almost certain was thrown earlier.

“Stand straight when I’m talking to you.”

Ry worked to stand up straight. He never really did, but as soon as I thought he had done the best he could do, my heavy fist made contact with his jaw.

Ry fell back to the ground.

“The only reason we hadn’t taken your bitch ass out to pasture is because only real men deserve to die with honor. Your faggot ass, on the other hand, will go out like a bitch in heat among wolves–used and abused!”

I paused. I thought I would give him a chance to speak his last words, fight his way out. Try to claim some shell of his manhood before the feasting began. But without protest, he raised his head up trying to look at us, particularly me, jerking his head over to the wooden bench nearby.

It took me a second to figure out what he was getting at. I told Edge who was standing closest to the table to see if there was anything we could “use.”

“Oh, man,” Edge grinned. “This fool here got a big-ass bottle of lube over here and like a fucking tower of playing cards.”

“For like Strip ‘n’ Fuck poker.” D-Mon smirked.

“Yep,” Edge smiled through his words.

“Yo, Edge, check his bootyhole.” I enlisted.

Edge knelt behind him. He had to pulls Ry’s pants down to his ankles to get a hole of his cheeks to take a good look.

“Puckered and tight, but he’s had his cherry popped.” Edge informed.

“No shit.” I smirked.

“Then again, greasy pigs have usually been hit in the ass before.”

“True dat. It’s part of the oath they take: Serve, protect, and give up the ass! Eh, Edge, is there anything else over there?”

“Nah, not really. Just this lube.”

“What do you mean ‘nah, not really’ that’s telling me there’s something else, man.”

“Just a bunch of stuff. The keys to his card.”

“Oh,” I started before being interrupted by…

“Ahhh,” coming from Ry.

“Man,” Edge sighed with his fingers deep in Ry’s asshole. “It feels soft like some good pussy.”

“Ahhh, take it out, dude,” Ry cried. “I can’t take this shit! Ahhh!”

“I know you ain’t wincing over some fingers digging in your booty when you’re about to have your hole busted wide open by some of the baddest dicks in the game. Last time I checked the three of us were packing double digits.”

“Sho’ nuff. I know I am. How about you, Edge?” D-Mon asked.

“No doubt! And my dick on brick, too!” Edge added.

“Mine, too,” I agreed, rubbing it through my unzipped jeans.

“Shit, you know I’ve been waiting tog et up in that pretty ass butt since Day One. But somebody was always trying to pull me off it, talking about not mixing business with pleasure!”

“Get over it, D-Mon. I didn’t know he was a snitch back then. I thought he was cool. Look at it this way, though, it’ll be your pleasure doing it in his business.”

“Yeah!” D-Mon grinned devilishly.

“Man, stop playing, I can’t get down like that.” Ry pleaded.

“Ain’t this the same dude that cried he can’t but did?” I asked.

“All the way down to the last motherfucking drop!” D-Mon growled.

“Man, stop acting like such a little bitch!”

I laughed. “He can’t help it. He was bred that way.”

I continued to keep my eye on D-Mon steadily fingering Ry twisting up his face.

“So how does that hole feel, man?”

“Soft like butter, baby. I can see us melting up in her all night long!”

“Man, stop fucking around.” Ry nervously cried. “None of you get down like that!”

“What part of you trying to fuck us over don’t you get? You tried to fuck us over. We’re going to fuck you over good!”

“Man, please,” Ry mustered out. His mouth hung wide in silence wincing at the three calloused fingers that were working him open.

“I don’t see what part you don’t get about this going down. I know my boy loves some ass. I think, though, he wouldn’t mess with it unless he was very serious about swimming in it.”

I pulled my shirt over my head exposing my ripped torso. I went over to Ry and pulled his shirt off, too. Ry resisted, but with D-Mon playing with his hole it was useless.

“C’mon, man, stop!” Ry pleaded one more time.

I stripped off my boots and pants. “That’s what you should’ve done before things got too deep.”

“Oh, shit,” Edge said astounded.

“What?” I asked removing the last bit of clothing from my body.

“This dude got handcuffs under all this junk.”

“Bring them over here.” I thought Edge had enough sense enough to bring over the lube as well. When I saw he had nothing more than the handcuffs, I mouthed, “Don’t forget the lube, man.”

Edge turned around grabbing that as well, with me motioning for him to hand them over to D-Mon.

“Alright,” D-Mon perked.

“C’mon, man, please, please,” Ry cried, fighting D-Mon slapping on the handcuffs.

I reached down and handed my drawers over to Edge once D-Mon had him secured, with his hands behind his back and Ry screaming at the top of his lungs. “Edge, stuff this in his mouth so D-Mon doesn’t have his eardrums busted out.”

Edge obliged to the restrained man that refused to have his mouth stuff.

It was a good solid second afterwards that D-Mon was lying on top of him, sinking his greased prick into Ry’s awaiting hole. Ry screamed like the bitch I knew he was as D-Mon developed a soulful uptown rhythm.

I allowed Edge to watch for a minute, to let him get an idea of what he was about to get into. After awhile, I ordered him down to his knobby knees to work on my piece. Edge was good at working on a boner in the front and in the back. The boy drove me crazy taking this lingering sniffs of my thick black bush. The musk scent just did something to him as he teased me with these licks at the crease of my legs. I don’t know how, but it always made everything else super sensitive. He was merely tonguing my balls and I was like damn! And when he started moving up the underside to the head, I wasn’t shamed Edge had me.

“Hey, D-Mon, is that bitch serving it up properly?”

“Oh, yeah,” D-Mon wiped the trails of sweat from his face. “Looks like you got a good brain surgeon over there.”

“No doubt. His mouth probably feels better than that worn pussy over there.” I laughed.

“Shit, it ain’t worn. It’s like hand in glove, man. Hand in glove.”

“Then tear that shit up!”

“No doubt, I got it.”

Ry was tearing up from the dick down. He was getting it with D-Mon palming his shoulders for a steady balance. There was no doubt Ry wanted to let it out, scream at the top of his lungs again but he held mute. Even when D-Mon was straight ramming him, rubbing his hole raw.

“Shit, keep that up I’m going to bust one right in your mouth.” I said to this twirling thing Edge was putting on me with this sweet tongue.

“I won’t complain, Pa.” Edge looked up.

“I know you won’t. So, calm down a bit, alright.”

I wasn’t down with busting one in his mouth, especially not at the moment. My dream was busting a big fat one up the butt of the one that was getting fucked at my feet.

D-Mon pounded him like no tomorrow for a good strong while. Ry was letting out sporadic screams in his gag, begging him to stop.

“Oh, GOT DAMMIT,” D-Mon bellowed sinking himself deeper into Ry.

D-Mon held his position steady and slowly got off of Ry. Ry was lying there with tears streaming down his face, knowing that something wet just filled his guts. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop me from telling Edge to raise up off me and get a helping of his own.

While watching Edge fuck Ry wasn’t as smooth as D-Mon it was just as entertaining with him debating whether he wanted Ry ass up or ass down, changing up every other minute or so.

“Man, what’re you looking for?” I asked D-Mon wondering about the warehouse.

“Looking for something to wipe my dick with.”

“I see a stuffed throat that would be good for that.” I mentioned.

“That motherfucker looks like he might bite.” D-Mon said worriedly.

“No, he won’t. His done ass knows he’s in some deep shit. He’s not trying to get any deeper.”

D-Mon chuckled.

“You know I’m right, shit.”

D-Mon climbed on the front of Ry, removing my drawers from his mouth, and gave him a firm warming to “watch your teeth.”

It wasn’t so much that Ry sucked it as it was he kept the dick in his mouth while Edge made up his mind on how he wanted to fuck him. I stayed on the sideline stroking my shit, waiting on my turn to dump my cum inside his sloppy hole. Fuck him over like he almost did me, us.

Even though it looked to me that Edge was making up shit as he was going along, Ry must’ve been enjoying it because he started throwing it back hard. This, with some dick stuffed in my mouth.

“Oh, shit! I’m going to bust!” Edge winced standing steady with cum rushing out of his body.

Edge was afraid to move, but I moved him out of the way. I knew I was too damn tall to be trying to get down low on the floor. So, I picked the fuck up by the handcuffs and tossed him onto the table nearby. Being that I was the third to go, I figured D-Mon and Edge had worked him nice and loose, at least enough to drive my large member in with the least amount of resistance. But that was a myth because his walls were choking the hell out of my dick.

“Damn, Ry.” I groaned sinking it in deep, pulling it almost all the way out and driving it back in.

I was so busy enjoying the buns and the hard fucking to lend an ear to his useless squealing. Greasy pigs did that. Pigs like to get poked by pork. I was going balls deep into him, feeling his body trembling like a dangerous earthquake.

“Aw, tell me that shit feels good to you.”

Ry tried to put on a brave front. Unlike D-Mon and Edge who was fucking him just to get a nutt, I was putting a slow burn on his ass by dicking him down deep, making him appreciate every invading stroke.

“Tell ‘em how much you love King inside you. There you go, bitch.” I dug my fingers into his soft flesh going for broke as he whimpered.

I was going to put a hurting on this piece of cop shit. I wanted him to feel me every time his ass sat down over the next few weeks. He must’ve known exactly what I was thinking, throwing it back every time I tried pulling back.

He wasn’t just getting into it. He was always down with the program, keeping the handcuffs and lube at bay. No. The motherfucker was hoping if he gave it, threw it back and clamped down on my dick hard he would eventually have me skeeting like a fire hose.

He was far from making me bust one. He had skills to make me grunt a few out, but I still held the control.

He really started to get into it when Edge got between his legs and do what he do best. Ry came in no time flat, letting out his satisfying I’m-getting-fucked groan that he couldn’t front for. What none of us expected next as that Edge had gone for an instant repeat, using his hand and mouth and had Ry shoot dead on his lips and chin, according to D-Mon.

With his asshole gripping like vice now, I was throwing it up in there fast and furiously, pounding out his ass for everything it was worth as he begged me still to take it all out.

“Here it comes, bitch,” I mumbled.

And there it was my balls unlading deep in the center of his hole, depositing every last drop before yanking it out.

Instead of just lying there and enjoying what I gave. Ry decided to be hardheaded about it, pushing the three loads he received out of his ass. The joke was on him as it ran down his leg like a runaway river.

“Give me some face, bitch.” I grabbed his cuffs to grab the back of his head to put it in his face.

Ry knew better than to just hold it in his mouth like some clueless punk. He knew he needed to lick it clean, lick the stuff me and my boys had left up in him.

Ry licked it all up like a good little piggy.

Even though I only fucked him that one time, letting D-Mon and Edge go at him like he was the last fuck on earth, my job was not done…far from it.

Once D-Mon and Edge was too spent to move, I was the one that got Ry’s car and tossed him in the truck. And being that I’m so tall and his trunk rather small, it was hard for me to fit in the opening to spray him from head to toe in another round of my piss. D-Mon and Edge didn’t want to be left out so they followed my lead and stuffed my drawers back into his mouth.

Since the trunk of his car was convenient to the main cab, the sour stench of piss and cum quickly invaded my nose as I took the quick drive down to the precinct to send a message loud and clear, that if they wanted to fuck with us we had not beef fucking with the police.