Coercion

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While Jamal had been depriving Christian of any trace of his boy pussy’s and mouth’s virginity, Damon, Josh and Jason had been the centre pieces of a fuckaton gangbang.

Before Christian had been led out of the main room by Jamal, Jason had been caught between Dreadlocks-and-Goatee and another 6’4-plus African giant, compared to his just under 6’ feet and 150 pounds.

“This the bitch who tried to go for it, Mwana?” the second black giant asked; he had been in the building, when they arrived, and had spoken to Jamal. His voice was deep and smooth. Mwana had to be Dreadlocks, Jason realised in his panicking mind.

Mwana grinned wide and revealed his pearly white teeth. “Yeah, this da lil’ white whore.” Jason yelped as Mwana pulled his head backwards by his auburn hair. “Odion here and me is gonna teach you not to reject African hospitality, bitch-boy,” he growled, as he in a single move ripped Jason’s shirt open, sending buttons flying. Odion ground his crotch against Jason, who could clearly feel the man's big cock grow harder. Mwana’s fat knob was rubbing between his ass cheeks through his trousers.

The shirt was pulled back off him, leaving Jason bare-chested. Odion ran his hands over the teen’s body, and squeezed his muscular ass cheeks hard, while he pushed him back against Mwana.

With a hand around the boy’s neck and a couple of back-hands, the thugs got him to kick of his shoes. His dress pants were ripped open and Mwana held him up, while Odion pulled them off him. Jason’s head was spinning, and he suddenly found himself sandwiched between the two muscular black men; they had taken their shirts off, revealing their ripped bodies.

Their hands roamed over his body, digging into his tender flesh. There was a slap, as one of their hands slapped his trunk clad ass cheeks and he yelped. It was followed by a backhand across his face and the two thugs’ hands digging in hard to his flesh. He had tried to pull away from them, when Odion tried to kiss him.

Jason felt himself get thrown to the floor. Mwana pulled his leather belt form his discarded pants and with a sneer growled “I told you whore – you will learn to accept African hospitality!” Odion grabbed the teen by the hair and held him, as Mwana let the belt whip him hard – again and again. Jason cried out at every contact, until he begged Mwana to stop.

He was pulled to his knees and Odion who had removed his boxer shorts stood in front of him. With well over six feet of rippling muscle, he towered over the white twunk, who could only stare at the massive cock in front of him. At least nine inches and so fat around, that his fingers would probably only just reach.

A single swipe in the air of Mwana’s belt snapped his mind out of its freeze. Jason opened his mount and took the dark red cockhead in his mouth. It was not the first time he had a cock in his mouth; he fooled around with guys on the football team, which he was on. But this monster made his mouth stretch more than any cock he had ever had. He tried to move his mouth up and down the cock, meeting Odion’s thrusts, but he struggled as the huge head kept poking the back of his throat.

The black giant grabbed Jason’s auburn hair with his big hands and pumped his cock in and out of the bitch’s mouth. Jason was gagging and his saliva was running down his chin, down his chest. Mwana wiped the belt in the air next to the boy’s head, before he hooked it around Jason’s neck as a leash and tightened it with a loud slap. Odion grabbed the belt from Mwana and used it as leverage to hold the white teenager’s head still, as he face-fucked him, making him gag and gurgle and almost vomit slime.  

Mwana went down behind Jason and ripped his trunks apart by the seams, revealing the bikini tan lines. He spanked the white ass cheeks hard, leaving red marks after a couple of vicious slaps. Jason cried out at each slap, but it was muffled by the cock that was forcing its way into his throat.

Then he felt something warm against his pink pucker; Mwana had started rimming him, with a hand digging into his side, and the other occasionally slapping his ass, digging into his skin, before being pulled away. A finger, and then two fingers were forced past his sphincter; for a moment it hurt, but it was better than the slaps. Then Mwana made contact with his prostate and Jason jolted and groaned in a high pitch.

Without more preparation, Mwana lathered his long, fat cock with oil and lined it up at the quivering boy-pussy. Jason felt the heat and the cried out, as Mwana began to push. He pried the tight ass apart and spread it wide open. He sank deep in, as Odion sank his cock into the 18-year-old twunk’s throat. Without removing their cocks, they moved him to the chaise long of one of the couches and began to fuck him hard from either end, meeting each other’s thrusts.

Damon had been pulled down on a carpet and stripped naked by Kadeen, Selim, Diesel and Dom. With the teenager’s head bent back, Diesel had gotten his black horse cock deep into the brunette’s throat. He held the boy’s arms down with his legs. Kadeen, another African, though north African, and lighter skinned than Diesel, and Selim, a model handsome Lebanese, held Damon’s legs back, almost with his knees to his shoulders. Dominic, rugged and muscle stacked Latino, had two fat fingers deep in Damon’s ass, while he was jerked his cock off. He had already sent one load of cum flying from the writhing boy, with his fingers on his prostate.

Diesel pulled his cock from Damon’s throat and mouth. He and Dom without a word changed positions, but before Dom sank his cock into the gaping, panting mouth, Diesel had covered his cock in lube and pried the light brown pucker up and sank his cock into the waiting ass. Damon cried out and thrashed against the hands holding him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Kadeen grabbed the boy’s cock and made him jolt and fire another load of cum out his strained cock; his head arched back and mouth wide open.

“Shut him the fuck up!” Diesel grinned to Dom.

Dom in a swift move plugged Damon’s mouth and sank his cock into the hilt, making Damon gag. As he pulled back, saliva formed strings from the twunk’s mouth to the fat, dark-skinned cock.

Josh had been stripped naked by Víctor and Khan, while Darius had held him by his auburn hair; he had watched his twin get slapped around. While Jason was getting spit roasted by Mwana and Odion, Josh had been pushed to his knees, and when Darius had pulled his bronze coloured, Iranian cock from his pants, he had taken it in his mouth immediately. Khan played with his ass, while Víctor and Darius swapped his head back and forth between their cock. Darius pussy-plugger cock was just shy of eight inches, and not as long as Khan’s, but it was as thick, if not thicker than Jamal’s pole of black meat.

In a sudden move, Josh was pulled down onto a big footrest. Darius moved into position at his ass and with a vicious thrust he pushed his cock into Josh’s quivering pussy. The Iranian muscle hunk was quickly railing Josh’s ass, making the teenage twunk holler, until Khan stuffed his cock into his mouth; he easily sank into Josh’s throat, with the twunk’s head bent far back over the footrest’s edge.

The massive girth of Darius’ cock, stimulated Josh’s prostate and the nerves in his ass, making him unwillingly cum hard over his stomach. Víctor and Khan mocked the teen, slapping his cock and Khan began wanking him, when he and Víctor swapped places. Darius had already seeded Josh once, but the tight ass kept milking him and he kept fucking, until he bred the white whore a second time.

“Get a taste of this fucking boy-pus” he panted to Khan as he withdrew. Khan, a mixed Middle eastern with thick black hair in a short undercut and thick stubble, quickly changed places with Darius and sank his slimmer but long cock into Josh. His ass closed up right sucking Khan into him. The hunk began railing him hard, moaning and swearing, with sweat running off him. Víctor had dumped a load into Josh’s mouth and was building up for a second.

All of the thugs and their new sluts were covered in sweat in the warm room. The twunks’ stomach muscles formed cum gutters for the loads of sperm the thugs weren’t shooting in their asses and mouths.

Kadeen and Selim had swapped with Diesel and Dom, fucking Damon from both ends. They were standing, holding Damon by the shoulders and hips, fucking him hard, with his back arched and body writhing.

Mwana had shot a load of sizzling cum into Jason. He had slapped him around for a bit, before Odion had mounted him from behind, pushing his face into the couch, riding him hard with his ten-inch fat pole of black cock. The black hunk was hunched on his ankles between the teenager, grinding into him, hard and rough, with a hand on his neck.

The three 18-year-old twunks were passed around amongst the nine thugs for hours. Neither of them could soon remember how many times they had been seeded or made to eat a load of cum. The sun had long set, when the thugs had emptied their balls into the boys and took a break for the rest of the night.

Mwana had pulled Jason into another bedroom with Diesel now, where his face was swapped between their cocks, his hands tied behind his back with a thick belt. When they finally fell a sleep, he was caught between their hard, ripped bodies. His heart was pounding, but his body was exhausted, and he collapsed into sleep.

His twin knelt on the floor in the big factory room, with his mouth around Víctor’s cock, while the redbone was smoking a joint. He ran a hand through his shortcut, soft curled brown hair. As he took a deep breath of the joint, he held the smoke in his lungs and pulled Josh of his cock and offered him the joint. Josh took a deep hit and the herb hit him almost immediately. Víctor pushed his head down and as Josh took the thick cock back into his warm mouth, he exhaled thick white smoke.

Damon, almost unconscious from exhaustion, was caught between Kadeen and Darius who was still play with his body. The rest of the thugs were getting off to sleep or enjoying their own smoke around the room, or showering.

***

Christian looked up between his knees, which was bent back down to his shoulders, staring through his foggy eyes, at the glistening, African giant who was pumping his massive black cock in and out of his ass. He was moaning and crying out, as the fat pole found its way through his guts again, and again, and again. Jamal wasn’t by any means gentle, but his strokes were long and calm. It was not the vicious pounding that he had used on Christian before, using all his bodily strength to piston fuck the boy’s white ass.

Everything was hazy around him. Jamal had only let Christian get a couple of hours of sleep, before he had woken up with Jamal’s fat cock getting forced in past his tight sphincter. Jamal had fucked him in ways that Christian hadn’t thought possible; with Jamal on his back and knees bent up, thrusting hard up into the gasping boy, with his arms flailing and legs locked between Jamal’s knee haunches; with his arms on the floor and Jamal standing behind him and virtually using Christian as a human fleshlight, pulling him back and forth; curled into imaginative positions, always with a black cock in his boy pussy, as Jamal had called it, on his side, over chairs, on his hands and knees and pushed to his stomach on the bed. He had also ridden Jamal, sliding his ass up and down the black shaft, while Jamal had leant back and enjoyed the sensation of the tight teenage ass.

And of course, there was the seemingly endless blow jobs and deep throating. Jamal had spent almost an hour with the cock no further out of Christian’s throat, than the head of his cock nestled at the entrance of Christian’s throat. Again, and again Christian had had the massive shaft slid down his throat, his lips touching the base of Jamal’s cock.

When Jamal had wanted a break, he had Christian suck his balls, until he was ready for another round.

But Christian wasn’t sure what was quite worse; all the sexual acts Jamal made him do, or the intense, earth-shattering orgasms, Jamal had given him while finger fucking him, with Christian’s hands tied above his head with a thick leather strap around his wrists, locked to the headboard with an iron ring, and a similar strap tying his feet behind Jamal’ back, legs wrapped around the black giant.

Not that Christian could focus his mind enough to think about any of it. At the moment, his mind was filled by the feeling of his ass yet again being made to accommodate the massive black cock that was being pumped into him again and again, the sensation of pure pleasure, when Jamal thrust into the hilt and ground his cock into him in circular movements, the sizzling hot black skin slapping against his own. The pleasure was mixed with just enough esquisite pain.

Christian’s hands were gripping the filthy cum, sweat and saliva-stained sheets, as Jamal pumped viciously into him again and again. He never seemed to get used to the size and it almost felt as if Jamal had grown bigger, but maybe it was just his sore muscles and puffy ass.

His normally light blond hair was dark and matted to his head from sweat, and cum and saliva, the same covering his face and, really, much of his spent body. Rather than only breeding Christian’s mouth and ass, Jamal had also spewed plenty of loads over his stomach and face, causing puddles of cum to form between the teen’s cum gutter abs.

Though right now, he could only look up at the black mountain mating him, his legs and knees kept in place by Jamal’s massive arms.

Jamal was high on the hormones rushing through his system; he loved fucking and he had spent a not insignificant amount of his life since was since he was ten years old, with his big cock buried in women and men alike. But Christian was the best he had ever had; the kid might not have been conscious about it, but he was fucking back, and he had more stamina than any other Jamal had ever experienced. The sexy, 18-year-old high school jock turned him on to no end; the handsome face with the marked features, the piercing blue eyes and light blond hair and the incredible body that had been hidden below that fuckly uniform. To Jamal, this kid should never wear anything that wasn’t skintight – if anything at all.

Kadeen, Salim and the others had engaged in a gangbang of the three other white boys, which could rival most professional pornos, but neither of the three had been fucked as much as Christian had been. The only one of Jamal’s thugs who got close to his own stamina, was Diesel who had also spent hours with the twins on their knees to provide him with long and slow blow jobs.

In-between the hour-long rutting sessions, Jamal had gone to get water for them and even brought back protein bars, which Christian had wolfed down. While the door had been open, Christian could clearly hear the loud cries and moans from his friends, as they were getting fucked in other rooms in the building. Jamal had brought back a video, which showed the twins entwined with each other, getting fucked from both ends. They were gagging and moaning, as thick cocks disappeared into their mouths and asses.

Jamal could feel that he was getting close to breeding his bitch again. He let Christian’s slender legs fall down by his slides and slumped down on top of the moaning boy, covering him with his massive black body, as he slid his cock into the hilt, as deep as he could get. The white bitch groaned, as Jamal sank home and ground his cock into its tight ass sleeve. The short hard, strokes, grinding and rotating of Jamal’s hips, made Christian groan and cry out louder. His back arched as the sweat-glistening black muscle giant’s cock kept digging into him.

With a deep grumbling roar, Jamal slammed home hard, pushing his black cock in to the hilt and started shooting his sizzling hot cum deep into Christian’s cunt. Christian howled and groaned, as Jamal’s cock split his ass in two; or so it felt. But the vicious final penetration, also sent a violent jolt through Christian’s body and he felt himself cumming hard. It made his muscles contract and convulsed, as cum was forced out his tender cock.

A low rumbling laugh came from deep down Jamal’s chest. “You love having my black cock up your ass. No matter what you tell yourself, bitch. It is all you can think about. Your pussy impaled on my black pole. It is all your mind can focus on,” he rumbled into Christian’s ear, as he kept grinding into the boy. “I own you now. You are my property. You belong to me, white whore.” He grabbed Christian’s hair and twisted his face, locking their mouths together. Jamal’s long, warm tongue easily forced its way into Christian’s mouth and Christian knew better than not to kiss back. Jamal’s giant muscle body was burning hot against Christian’s. The sweat made it glisten in the setting light of the sun, like black marble.

Jamal slowly pulled his cock out of Christian’s gaping hole and raised up above him. “Let us go see what your nasty, little friends are up to,” the mountain said with a wide grin, showing his pearly white teeth against his black skin.

It didn’t compute in Christian’s head, until Jamal reached out and pulled him up from the bed. Christian’s legs were wobbly, and they almost gave in from Jamal’s marathon fucking. But Jamal put a large hand on his neck and led Christian from the bedroom; it was the first time in more than 24 hours Christian was allowed out of the room.

They walked naked down the corridor and into the main room of the building, it seemed. It looked like an old factory building to him.

Jamal stopped Christian and pushed his body up against him, sliding the massive black hand to the front of Christian’s neck. Christian’s eyes grew big, at the scene in the room.

Damon was laying on his back across one of the large tables, his head bent over the edge. His soft curled brown, shoulder length hair was wrapped up in the hand of a big, muscular north African man, who used it as leverage, as he pumped a long, dark cock in and out of Damon’s mouth; the other hand was wrapped around the front of Damon’s white neck. From the bulging of Damon’s neck, it was clear that it was getting pumped deep into his throat. At the opposite end from Kadeen at Damon’s face, Diesel was piston fucking his long black cock in and out of Damon’s white ass, with his legs in the air, spread eagle. Diesel’s big, black hands was digging into Damon’s thighs as leverage, as he slammed his cock in and out of their white bitch.

Christian could see that Damon’s hands were grabbing on to the edge of the table, so he still had to be awake. His muscular, defined body was listening from sweat and saliva. A third guy, with light golden-brown skin, Víctor, was sitting on the table and was slowly jerking off Damon’s rigid cock, clearly depriving him of his orgasm. But as they watched, Damon’s back arched even more and Víctor kept going, sending a flood of cum flying from the white boy’s cock. Jamal had pushed his rigid cock up against Christian’s ass cheeks and were sliding it up and down, using his own cum and sweat as lube.

The black mountain grabbed Christian by his hair and pushed him stomach first down on a countertop and effortlessly pushed his horse cock up Christian’s ass. The boy cried out, as he was invaded yet again, and Jamal began pumping his fat shaft in and out in a leisurely pace.

As he was laying across the countertop, Christian got a look at the rest of the room, through his hazy eyes.

On the couch, the guy with dreadlocks were laying back, relaxing. He had just as rippling muscles as Jamal, even if he was not as big. And though it took a moment for Christian’s mind to comprehend it, he realized that Jason was fucking himself down on the man’s large cock like a first-class slut. He was riding it as if he had been riding cock his entire life. And if Christian had been able to see clearer, he would have been able to see the marks on Jason’s skin, which clearly revealed how Mwana had turned Jason into such a slut.

Out of Christian’s eyesight, Josh was also riding Dom’s cock, though he wasn’t doing much of the fucking, as his mouth was being swapped between Selim and Khan’s cocks. Josh had become more than motivated, seeing what Mwana had done to his twin, and he had in the last almost 36 hours become an experienced cocksucker.

Thick smoke was floating through the room in clouds, from Odion and Darius, who were taking a break from their fuckaton with their white whores, instead picking up a couple of fat joints.

Jamal knew that they soon would have to get rid of the boys. He was getting his last mating with Christian in, and he could see that the others were now just playing with their food – not bored but they had gotten their balls well drained into the teenagers.

As Diesel and Kadeen stepped away from Damon with their cocks slowly deflating, Jamal deposited a last load into Christian’s ass. Mwana had finished with Jason, caressing his body, while observing Jamal. Josh had been allowed to collapse onto the couch too.

“Alright. Got to get the little piglet cleaned up, before we dump them,” Jamal stated. “Remember to do it properly.”

Christian’s heath rate exploded – what would they do to them? He trembled when Jamal grabbed him and pulled him off to a shower. The black giant cleaned him and rubbed him over with a strong-smelling soap. Then he was rubbed down with a towel and Jamal threw him his crumbled school uniform.

“Put it on,” he ordered. Christian obeyed quietly and quickly. Then he was ordered into the factory room and Jamal ordered him to gulp down a glass of quite sour, but sweet orange juice.

The twins and Damon were returned as well, dressed in their crumbled uniforms; Jason’s shirt had lost its buttons.

Black fabric sacks were pulled over their heads, and they were pushed into the back of a van. A moment later, it drove off. They drove for what felt like hours, until the sacks were pulled off their heads and they were pushed out the van onto a sidewalk. The van the drove off, leaving the boys on the sidewalk somewhere in the city center.