Oh, Brother!

The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.  The author’s characters exist in a world where there are no such things as sexually transmitted diseases.  We all know the score; we don’t need another lecture.  So, take the appropriate actions if you plan to put your own little brother through similar paces.  This chapter contains material which may not be acceptable to more sensitive readers.  You have been warned!

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After his arduous ordeal Billy Wilson begged off after-school practice.  Coach wanted to send him to the School Nurse but, after the abuse of Principal Fischer, he was wary.  Nurse Neuhauser was an old man nearing retirement.  There had been unfounded rumors that he was a dirty old man who “got fresh” with some of the pubescent girls.  Billy could only imagine what he might do if he uncovered the damnable plug his brother had implanted in his butt, forcing him to endure a torturous day. 

Billy boarded the school bus, secured a private seat, and prayed for an uneventful trip.  Luck was not with him.  Less than fifteen minutes into the ride the device began stirring up his insides.  Donny was activating it by remote control.  It slowly increased in speed until it was buzzing like mad in his hole.  Billy shifted in the seat, hopeful that the other students wouldn’t notice his discomfort.   Thankfully it didn’t last for long.  The damnable thing wound down to a more comfortable buzz.  Billy breathed a sigh of relief. 

Happening to glance up a few rows to the front of the bus he caught the stare of the driver in the rear view mirror.  A chill went through his body as he saw the smirk on Ralph Springer’s face.  Ralph was only about twenty-five or so, but he was a beastly looking unshaven thing with unruly hair and a gut that spilled over his pants.  He was obviously one of Donny’s “spies”, another of those his rotten brother had procured to make sure he hadn’t removed the prostate stimulator.  Was there anyone who didn’t know?  For months he’d done Donny’s bidding only to prevent the bully from revealing his now-defunct money making pseudo-hustling plan.  Now, it seemed, Donny was spreading the word.  Although it wouldn’t help him save face it seemed to Billy that Donny’s hold on him was weakened. 

Would Ralph now pull a Howie Beechum on him and take advantage of the situation?  Howie was one of his schoolmates procured by Donny to keep watch on him.  Howie had taken advantage of the situation and face fucked Billy in the boy’s room stall.  Did Ralph have something similar in mind?  He could easily drive by Billy’s stop, finish his run and then park the bus somewhere isolated and fuck Billy in the back seat.  The plug revved up once again and Billy’s dick grew hard considering the possibility.  While Ralph was kind of grotesque Billy wondered what his dick was like.  Probably short, fat and gnarly just like Ralph.  Maybe uncut with lots of skin housing chunks of smelly cheese.  

Damn, he was doing it again!  Thinking about cock!   What was wrong with him, actually getting excited by the prospect of a romp with this cretin?  There were beads of sweat on his brow, whether from the anal plug treatment or his Ralph fantasy he couldn’t be sure.  The only thing he was certain of was that he needed serious psychological help.  Donny had damaged him. 

His stop was coming up and Billy waited breathlessly to see what would happen.  There was a part of him that truly wanted the bus to move on.  But Ralph threw on his lights and stopped at the appropriate spot.  Billy got up, holding his duffel in front of his crotch to shield his hard on, and made it down the aisle to the front.  He couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at Ralph as he passed. 

“See ya t’morra,” the scruffy bearded ogre suggestively addressed him.  Billy’s eye flared when he saw that Ralph’s other hand was in his crotch.  Only he, from his vantage point, could see the beast lewdly squeeze his package.  For the briefest of moments Billy thought of returning to his seat. 

“T-tomorrow,” he managed and, on weak legs, stepped down off the bus as Ralph chuckled. 

The house was empty.  The folks were still at work and Donny was, well, wherever Donny was.  He’d boasted about a job the other day, to which Tom Miller had scoffed.  Being a gas jockey was about all he expected of his eldest son.  Tom seemed to forget the menial labor he’d done as a young man before hiring on with the construction crew.  Billy was grateful to have the house all to himself after the rough day he’d endured.  Tossing aside his duffel bag he kicked off his sneakers, stripped out of his pants and underwear and lay on his back across the bed diddling with the vibrator’s tail hanging from his abused asshole.  It had thankfully been on a low, relaxing whirr for a while now.  Billy touched his ass lips, puffy now from all the fucking they had taken.  He closed his eyes and thought about Principal Fischer and the Janitor, then entertained the fantasy of being overpowered by Ralph in the school bus.  His young cock was standing up stiff so he wrapped a hand around it and stroked as the plug massaged his prostate.

The sound of heavy boots on the staircase brought Billy out of his sexual reverie.   Rather than scrambling for refuge, which he normally would have done, Billy waited with cock in hand and legs up.  For a fleeting moment he considered that it might not be Donny at all.  What if it was his father home early from work?  Billy suddenly found himself almost anticipating discovery.

The door was thrown open and Donny was the expected one filling the threshold.  One look told him what Billy had been up to.  His formerly squeaky clean little brother was splayed out like some cheap whore with the tail of the plug hanging out of his ass while he jerked his dick.  Donny retrieved his smartphone from a back pocket and went to camera mode.  “This is gonna make a real pretty picture for your school yearbook,” he taunted.  Billy made no effort to object.  The fight was out of him.

“How’d you like that thing goin’ off in your pussy all day, you little queer?  That’s what it is now, you know.  You ain’t got a asshole no more.  It’s a filthy pussy,” Donny taunted.  “How’s about I turn that thing up some?”  He immediately went to the app, touched a few icons and the butt plug responded.  Billy moaned a bit and his hard cock noticeably throbbed.  Donny wasn’t at all satisfied.  “Got used to it, you little pig?  How’s about I turn it all the fuckin’ way up.”  And with a sadistic look on his mug, he did.  Billy reacted as though he’d received a continual jolt of electricity.  His body contorted, legs flailed and he thrust his groin upward, shooting a geyser of youthful cum.  But he still failed to demur, a curious fact which angered Donny.     

“You ain’t s’posed to like this shit,” Donny snarled.  “Lemme see this fuckin’ thing.”  Amping the plug down to a dull buzz he grabbed Billy by the ankles and flipped him belly-up across the bed.  Once again, Billy didn’t fight back.  Donny’s face instantly registered shock. 

“Wh-what the fuck is this?” he asked, stunned.  His little brother’s ass cheeks were a deep shade of scarlet.   “Who beat your ass?”

Heretofore, Billy would have been embarrassed.  Instead, he calmly replied, “Principal Fischer.”

Donny backhanded his already stinging right cheek.  Billy winced, but he found himself cherishing the pain.  “Fischer!” Donny exclaimed.   “How the fuck did he get hold of your ass?”

“I skipped out of class,” Billy admitted.  “That thing was going non-stop and I couldn’t hide what it was doing to me so I hid out in the bathroom.  That’s why I got in trouble and was sent to the Principal’s office.”

“And that’s how he punished you?”  Donny asked, suddenly enjoying this unplanned event.   “Always knew he was a fuckin’ perv.”  All of sudden Donny scowled and turned mean again, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling his head back.  “You shouldn’t have walked out of class.  Nobody told me about that!”  Billy fleetingly thought of Howie Beechum, who had defected to his side in return for a blow job.

Suddenly Donny’s hand was on the violating plug.  He twisted it around like turning on a faucet and then unceremoniously yanked it out of Billy’s abused hole.  Billy stifled a yelp.  “What the fuck?” Donny exclaimed, dumfounded as cum oozed from Billy’s hole.  “You got fucked!”

“After he beat me Principal Fischer did it,” Billy casually admitted.

“You let that old fat bastard fuck you?  I told you not to take this thing out!”

“It’s not like I had much choice,” Billy snarkily retorted, to which Donny walloped him again.  Refusing to display discomfort, Billy added, “It wasn’t out!” 

“What do you mean it wasn’t out?  How’d he fuck you with that thing in your ass?” Donny demanded to know.

“He didn’t.”   Billy wanted to add an insulting “duh.” “He stuffed it in my mouth while he porked me.”

The image he conjured up of the fat old Principal ravaging one of his prize pupils had Donny’s big dick hammering against the back of his zipper.  This was useful information which needed to be filed away for future reference.  Principal Fischer was another with whom Donny had a score to settle.

Billy bit his tongue before he revealed that the Janitor also had a go at him.  Donny didn’t need all that information.  As it was, Donny was confused by Billy’s seeming nonchalance at all these going’s on.  The kid just wasn’t reacting in the usual manner.  Well, that was alright.  After what Donny had planned for him tonight he’d be crawling the walls and begging for mercy.  For the most fleeting of moments he actually considered shoving his cock up the boy’s cummy hole and getting what Delores wouldn’t give him.  Shuddering and shaking off the thought he grabbed the plug and roughly shoved it back into Billy’s hole.  “Rest up before dinner,” he advised.  “You’re gonna have a busy night.”

Dinner at the Wilson household proved to be an event.   Tom showed up late, obviously with a few snorts under his belt, which led to an argument with Mary.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Donny made an appearance at the dinner, which was totally out of the ordinary.  Tom couldn’t help but take a jab at him, something about gracing them with his presence.  Under the table Donny shot him a double middle finger salute.  Donny’s table manners were no better than his father’s.  In fact, they were one and the same in many ways, although neither would admit it.

At some point along the main course Donny pulled out his smartphone, laid it on the table at his side and tapped his fingers along the screen.   With an evil smile he watched as Billy flinched in his seat.  The butt plug was in action.  Billy glanced across the table at Donny but his reaction was unreadable.  So Donny revved the device up a bit.  Billy looked nervously from mother to father, thankful both were engrossed in their meal.  Conversation was rare at the Wilson table.  Tom broke the tradition by throwing a barb at Donny about his latest gig.  Rather than arguing with his father Donny made Billy the recipient of his frustration by amping up the plug another notch.   For each dig Tom shot at him Billy paid the price.  Billy was literally squirming in his seat, beads of sweat were popping out on his brow and he knew he was headed for another orgasm.  Hastily wolfing down the rest of his meal he asked to be excused and rushed from the dining room.  By the time he hit the staircase Donny had the thing at full charge and Billy was clinging to the banister as he made his way up the stairs.  Donny laughed aloud at his handiwork, eliciting a look of disapproval from Mary and a slap to the back of the head from drunken Tom.  Normally Donny would have taken him on but he relished in the fact that tonight he would have his true revenge.  His brother would pay the price for Tom’s actions.

Shortly before eight Donny barged once again into Billy’s room, ripped the plug from his hole and ordered him to shower.  “Make sure you hose down that pussy,” he snarled. 

By quarter to nine they were on the road.  Tom had dozed off on the couch; Mary had gone to play canasta with the girls.  Billy stared disinterestedly out the side window as Donny hot rodded it through the streets.  He had already resigned himself to whatever atrocities Donny had in store for him.  Glancing over, he took stock of his older brother.  Despite his gruffness, Donny was a good looking stud.  Whereas Billy’s complexion was fair like Mary’s, Donny’s was dark.  Like Tom.  His thick hair, worn low across his brow and down to the nape of his neck, was almost-black.   Brows were dense without being bushy and eyes were a chocolate brown, albeit usually cold and menacing.   His strong jaw showed a day’s growth of blue beard and his lips were fleshy, yet cruel.  In a sexy sort of way.  He had a naturally muscular body under the loose-fitting clothes he wore and a full, promising crotch.  Donny could be quite the catch, if he wasn’t such a jerk. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Billy calmly stated.

Donny looked over at him with a frown.  “Do what?” he nastily inquired.

“Whatever it is you have planned,” Billy replied.  “There’s really no reason for you to do it.”

Donny, obviously uncomfortable with conversation with the boy, retorted, “There’s plenty of reason.”

“There’s not,” Billy insisted.  “What have I ever done to you?  Besides being born.”

“That’s all I need!  Now shut the fuck up!”

But Billy persisted.  “It’s not my fault Dad treats you the way he does.  I know he’s awful hard on you sometimes.  But that’s between you two.  Instead of taking it out on me, why not him?  How is it solving anything doing it this way?”

“Because he acts like you walk on fucking water,” Donny bellowed.  “And I’m provin’ that you ain’t perfect!”

“Nobody’s perfect,” Billy reasoned.  “Not me, not you, not Tom.  We don’t need to keep doing these things to prove that.”

Donny slapped his hand against the steering wheel, obviously unsettled with the conversation.  “I told you to shut the fuck up!”

Billy turned away, thought awhile and then turned back.  “How are you proving anything when Dad doesn’t even know?”

“Oh, you want for him to know?” Donny glanced at him with mock wonder.   “You want me to cast these vids to the TV while they’re sitting there watching their shows?” 

Billy clucked his tongue and shook his head.  “You’re not going to do that,” he went on, surprised by his own tenacity.  “Cause if you do I just let go with the water works and tell them how you’ve forced me.  Who do you think they’ll believe?  Me, their good son?  Or you, their problem child?”

For once Donny was speechless.  He wouldn’t admit it, but Billy was right.  They might be disgusted by the things Billy had done but in the end they would blame their forgotten son.  For the first time in months Donny felt his grip on Billy slipping.  It infuriated him.  Lashing out with a big hand he clocked his brother on the side of the head.  “I’m tellin’ you for the last fuckin’ time to shut your hole!  Keep runnin’ that mouth and I’m gonna make tonight roaring hell for you!”

Bring it on, Billy thought.  After all the vile things he had already done what could possibly be worse?  He was almost---almost---anticipating whatever Donny had in store for him.  Deciding it best not to continue to poke the bear Billy fell into silence for the remainder of the trip.  Donny certainly was flustered.  He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring with the effort and his otherwise handsome face had grown flushed.  He was practically gripping the steering wheel.  Billy had struck a nerve.

Billy grew apprehensive as he realized they had entered what was considered the “bad” side of town.  It was all seedy tenements, uneven roadways, dive bars, flashing neon signs with half the bulbs burned out, buildings with boarded windows, cheap prostitutes, winos and homeless folk wandering or laid out on the cracked sidewalks.  Just the sort of place Donny would have brought him.  Probably Donny’s home away from home, with the dregs of society. 

Donny pulled over, parked, came around to Billy’s side and yanked him out of the car.  Shoving him forward he directed him down a dark alley.  Billy stumbled along, barely able to see where he was headed.  Grabbing Billy by the back of the shirt he led him down three crumbling steps to a black door.  Donny rapped his knuckles on it three times, paused, knocked again in threes, and paused again, then followed up with two.  It was some sort of code.  Eventually the door was opened and a big man filled the entry way.  It was too dark for Billy to make out his features.  The guy apparently knew Donny and allowed them entry.

Billy had an attack of déjà vu.  This was similar to his recent night in an underground bunker.  The hallway, if that was what it was to be called, was dingy with only a dim bulb dangling from the ceiling to provide any type of illumination.  Billy could see enough to know that their “greeter” was black.  Donny pushed Billy forward and they passed through a threshold which led them into a larger area.  The basically bare room was smoky; Billy instantly detected the tell-tale scent of marijuana.  The only furniture seemed to be a threadbare couch, unmatched arm chair and a queen-sized mattress, all of which looked gathered roadside.  Hip Hop music was playing low from someone’s smartphone.  The lighting here was deliberately subdued and Billy curiously noted the two windows set high up one wall were covered with black plastic garbage bags.  It was a drug den.  Lounging around on what passed for furniture or passed out on the floor was an array of crack heads, mostly black.  Billy noted one slim Jim snorting some powder (coke? crack? heroin?) from the top of his bunched up fist.  Some others were sharing a pipe.  They all, well, mostly all, looked zonked out, oblivious to the new arrivals.  In the midst of it as was a dog, German Shepard, who had come to attention when the two white faces entered the room, snarled, barked once but was quickly subdued by what appeared to be his master.

This one, a much bigger man than the first came forward.  Billy figured him to be at least 6’6”.  Dark mocha skinned, he was an older man as attested to by a wealth of white beard and equally matched close-cropped bristly hair.  In a sleeved t-shirt and trousers he looked big all over.  Thick-necked with massive, tattooed arms, ham-sized hands, proud chest and the outward belly swell of a man who eats well he looked a fearsome opponent.  When he spoke it seemed his voice came from the pits of Hell. 

“Back so soon, cracker?” he greeted Donny with an introductory fist bump.  So they knew each other.  “What’s it tonight?  Smoke? Blow?”

“Nah, man, I’m good,” Donny replied. 

“Well you sho nuff didn’t come here for the comp’ny?” he said with a big toothy grin and a sweep of his arm at the stoners. 

“This here’s my little faggot brother,” Donny said disgustedly, pushing Billy forward so forcefully that he fell into the big man.  Billy’s face only came up to the giant’s pecs.   “Found out he’s been gettin’ fucked by the white supremacists.  Figured you could straighten him out.”

Jolly Black Giant held Billy out at arm’s length, took him under the chin with one monster hand to lift his face up and growled, “Dat true, little white boy?  You been takin’ dick from the fuckin’ Skinheads?”

Billy shook his head from side to side with fear in his eyes.  Damn that Donny!   He sure knew how to set up a disastrous situation.

“Just look at this shit,” Donny went on, retrieving his smartphone and bringing up video of Billy and the Aryans.  “Found all this on his cell.” 

JBG’s eyes widened.   On screen Billy has being royally reamed by Seamus.   “Pee Wee, get over here nigga and take a look at this shit.  Don’ we know that guy from somewhere?”  Pee Wee turned out to be the doorman.  The moniker was something of a joke; Pee Wee, like JBG, had over six feet of black power.   

“Shit, bro, look at that little white boy go!  Dayum!”  Looking closer, “Sho’ nuff, that one nailing him, ain’t he the one down at the auto repair joint?”

“That’s it, nigga,” JBG excitedly slapped the other one’s chest.  “Damned racist prick!  Just look at the way he’s fuckin’ hell out of this little white boy!”

Donny observed Pee Wee grope his crotch and piped in, “There’s other stuff on there, too.  The little pig had six or seven of them Aryans on him.  Disgusting, ain’t it?”

JBG slapped Billy across the back of the head.  “What’s wrong with you, boy?  Fuckin’ with these racists!  You ain’t got the markings, but is you one of them, too?”

Billy shook his head violently.  “No, sir!”  He wanted to add that Donny made him do it, but knew that would only get him in more trouble with his dastardly brother.  By now a couple of the others had wandered over, curious to see what the big guys were looking at.  One, a young Mexican junkie with wild, fly-away hair and a poor excuse for a mustache and chin beard, smacked his lips and cried out, “Ay, chico puta!  Me gustaria follar con eso!”  Donny didn’t know much Spanish, but he knew the term puta and had a fairly good idea of what had followed.  The Spic’s eyes were all wide and glassy; it was easy to determine he was high on something. 

JBG flipped through video and stills of Billy getting mouth and face fucked by Patrick, Russell, Sean and the rest of the Aryan crew.  Curiosity seekers shuffled over to take a peek at what had the two drug dealers’ attention.  Billy was getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.  The cast may have changed, but this seemed destined to be a repeat of his earlier tribulation.  It occurred to him that Donny was playing a dangerous game in playing both sides against one another.  On one hand he had convinced the Skinheads Billy was a black cock lover; on the other, he had the blacks believing he was into Aryans.  Such duplicity might come back to bite Donny.  And wouldn’t that be nice?  Unfortunately, Billy was the boy stuck in the middle.

The giant had Billy pressed up against him, his strong forearm around the boy’s throat, forcing him to watch the material.  “You says you ain’t with them fuckin’ Aryans but it sure look to me like you gettin’off on it,” he chided.  “What says you, Pee?”

The big doorman, a younger version of the main man, clucked his tongue and shook his head, expressing disdain.  “Seems like we got a faggot Aryan lover here in our crib.”  He roughly grasped Billy by the cheeks, squeezing so his mouth pooched out like a fish.  “That what you are, white boy?  Pussy for the racists?”

Billy couldn’t respond but managed to shake his head while trapped in JBG’s clutches.  Donny was enjoying every second of the big guys manhandling his despised brother before the eyes of all the other stoners.   They were a pathetic bunch.  He only came to this place to score weed and some occasional blow, not to hang out.  Some of these dudes looked like they were so stung out they might never come back to reality.  That wasn’t Donny’s thing at all.  If things really got going here, as he hoped they would, he doubted most of them would be able to do much of anything.  Weed always made him horny; some of these dopers were on something much more lethal. 

JBG, the candy man otherwise known as Keyshawn, was addressing Billy in a stern tone.  “You know what we do with little white boys like you?  We show you the error of you ways.   We turn you into Jacks.  That’s gonna be your  name from now on.  Cos after we done with you, you gonna be a Jack of Spades.  All your faggot ass is gonna want is nigga dick.  Now get down on your mothafuckin’ knees!”  He released his grip and Billy obediently sunk down in front of him.  Keyshawn nodded at Pee Wee, who stepped forward, unzipped his fly and hauled out his flaccid cock.

His nickname had nothing to do with his manhood, because Pee Wee was superbly hung.  Hanging from the front of his boxers was a wealth of dark flesh, long and thick with heavy foreskin.  Pee Wee shifted his hips back and forth so that the weighty cock slapped against Billy’s one cheek and then the other.  As it passed over his mouth Billy couldn’t resist lewdly licking his lips in anticipation of the tasty nectar which would soon ooze from it. 

“You want dat dick, don’t you, little white boy?” Keyshawn encouraged.  “Black dick taste real good.  You ain’t never gonna eat white meat again.  Now open your pretty little white mouth and suck on it.”

Billy did want it.  In fact, he wanted it so bad he could hardly contain himself.  But he didn’t want Donny to know how much he wanted it.  So he made a face of disgust and moved away.  Pee Wee countered by grabbing him by the back of the head and shoving the kid’s face into his musky groin.  Billy’s hands came up defensively grasping at Pee Wee’s boxers and, in the ensuing struggle, pulled them down to mid-thigh.  The cock was mashing against his face.  Billy inhaled deeply, secretly enjoying the manly aroma of it. 

“Open you mouth!” Keyshawn ordered, swatting Billy across the back of the head.  It was exactly what Billy had been waiting for, a command which would give him free license to do what he wanted to do anyway.  Parting his lips he brought his tongue out and allowed it to paint a trail over the huge dong.  Certain they now had the boy under control Pee Wee eased up on his hold and brought a hand down to skin back his abundant hood, revealing his bulbous wet cock head.  Billy considered it a moment before gliding his tongue over the sizeable crown.  “See?  Your baby brother, he learn fast,” he nodded to Donny.

A little too fast, Donny thought.  Donny was nobody’s fool.  There were moments during the underground bunker scenario when he thought Billy was liking all that abuse a little too much, especially with that last guy, Sean.  And he was still a bit unsettled at what happened at the kid’s school with the pedo Principal.  That wasn’t supposed to happen.  He didn’t even have video footage of it with which to potentially blackmail the old fat fuck.  To stir the pot a bit, Donny blurted out, “Don’t let him fool ya.  He’s a little racist bitch, always calling youse guys dirty niggers!”  Billy choked on that remark.  It was so not true.  Maybe dad Tom talked that way, but not him.  Nor Donny, in fact. 

Keyshawn grabbed a fist full of Billy’s hair and yanked his head back so he was looking up into his menacing face.  “Nigga is one thing, but a dirty nigga?  Pee, whyn’t you show this white boy some dirty.”

Pee Wee smiled knowingly and swiftly shoved his hardening piece into Billy’s mouth, making him choke.  The big thing was growing by the moment and filling Billy’s maw.  Stiff enough now, Pee Wee began ramming himself in and out of the boy’s struggling hole.  Dark meat slipped between his lips at breakneck speed, really raping his muzzle.  Billy’s hands splayed against the black man’s upper thighs, attempting to hold him steady, but Pee Wee was a face fucking machine.  His cock knob pounded open Billy’s throat and sailed through his esophagus.  Billy choked as the mean dick gagged him.  There had to be at least ten solid inches, if not more, of big black dick wailing through his gullet.  The man’s bloated black balls were slapping against his chin as he savagely neck-fucked him.   Finding himself unable to breathe Billy began pounding his fists against the bull but Pee Wee just took him by the head and held his face tight against his crotch, letting every inch of himself throb inside Billy’s strained throat.

Just when he thought he would pass out the men released their hold on him and Pee Wee pulled his cock all the long way out.  Billy desperate sucked in lung’s full of air.  He was panting wildly and tears were cascading down his flushed cheeks.  Snot dripped from his nostrils.   The big, nasty cock swayed ominously merely inches in front of his face.  It was a huge and handsome, but frightening, thing.  Billy could hardly believe that he wanted it again!

“Was that dirty ‘nuff for you?”  Keyshawn taunted.   Billy, too winded to respond, almost begged for more.

Donny’s dick was hard as steel from the abuse Billy the brat had just endured.  This kind of treatment was what he wanted for Billy.  Obviously some others had come out of their drug stupor and were entertained by the display.  The Mexican kid with all that hair had his uncut chorizo out of his pants and was stroking while a few others had circled around and were doing the same.  Most of the junkies were black, a few Latino and two white guys, one who was downright grungy and looked like he might be homeless.   If Donny had his way they would all fuck Billy before the night was over.

Keyshawn took Billy by the shoulders, turned him around so he was facing him and sternly ordered him, “Take out my dick!”  Swallowing hard, Billy put a hand on Key’s crotch and found it abundantly full.  In order to be face-to-face with the tall man’s groin he had to come up high on his knees.  While he fumbled with the big man’s zipper Pee Wee was behind him pulling off Billy’s shirt.  Once Billy had the pants undone he slid the fingers of both hands under the waist band of slacks and underwear and pulled them down.  Keyshawn’s monstrous cock sprung out and slapped him in the face.   A massive club of tremendous girth it was at least a foot long, a dark shade of purple-brown and capped with a bulbous cockhead, its piss-slit gaping and wet with pre-cum.   The base of the behemoth nestled in a nest of kinky and sparkling black pubes was hugely thick and corded with heavy veins allowing it to stand proud in all its splendor.

Billy’s lower lip quivered as he appraised the stupendous piece so close to his face he could inhale the maleness of it.  He’d seen a few giants in his relatively short cocksucking career, but this one was something else altogether.  He wanted it.  Oh, how he wanted it!   Didn’t know that he’d be able to handle it, but he wanted it.  Figuring he shouldn’t make his desire obvious he waited for the black colossus to force feed it to him.  Keyshawn didn’t disappoint.

“What you waitin’ for, white boy?” he demanded in his husky voice.  “Get yo lips around that dick!”  When Billy feigned reluctance and shook his head in the negative Key took Billy’s head in one massive paw, his fuck pole in the other and pressed it to Billy’s mouth.  Faking resistance, Billy scrunched up his face and kept his lips sealed, a challenging feat with the big man’s leakage painting his kisser.  Ultimately, Billy “lost” the battle and the black monster charged into his oral cavern.  The cock tasted so awesome that Billy had to consciously force himself not to moan in delight.  As Key shoved it in deeper Billy pressed his tongue against it, tasting the delicious man juice flowing from the wide piss hole.  Billy’s lips were stretched wide to accommodate the wrist-thick member.  “Suck it, bitch!” Key commanded.  And Billy did.  He feverishly licked and sucked on it, really wanting to possess every bit of this remarkable, throbbing man cock.  Billy’s taste buds rallied to the succulent flavor of the seemingly constant flow of pre-cum.  He decided he liked black cock best.  If that’s what it meant to be a Jack of Spades, then he already was one.

Donny, meanwhile, was getting a bit antsy.  He had anticipated these black drug dealers being more aggressive with a supposed white supremacist supporter.  As it was, it appeared the Aryans had a leg up on them.  There was also something about the way Billy was sucking that gigantic cock that had Donny a bit suspicious.  Seemed to Donny the kid had acceded a bit too hastily.  As Donny was thinking of a way to encourage the pusher’s to use more force Key grasped Billy by the ears and began ramming his mammoth truncheon against the boy’s mouth.  Billy’s cry of discomfort was muffled by the thick dark weapon rapidly spearing in and out of his face hole.  Key refused to let up.  He steadily fucked Billy’s face, his gigantic knob plunging to the back of Billy’s throat each time.

Pee Wee hunkered down behind Billy and peeled down the teen’s jeans, revealing his tight swimmer’s butt.  “Faggot got hisself a real pretty ass,” he assured a panting Keyshawn.  Running his hands over the smooth flesh he noted, “Look like somebody done give this boy a spanking.  His ass be all red.” 

Thinking fast, Donny lied, “Took him across my knee and wailed him when I found out what he did with them filthy Aryans.” 

Pee Wee grinned up at Donny.  “You be a good brother, lookin’ out for this little guy.”  If Billy wasn’t already choking on cock that remark would definitely have made him snort.  Instead he smarted when Pee Wee slapped his already stinging cheek.  “That’s for calling us nigger’s!”  He wet his long middle finger and let it glide between Billy’s straining cakes.  Encountering the button he rubbed around the throbbing lips.  “Nice pussy on this little faggot.  Think I’s gonna hafta fuck it.”

“You warm him up for me, dawg,” Keyshawn grunted.  His fruit-sized cockhead battered Billy’s tonsils while the teen fought for his breath.  With his cock still wet from Billy’s mouth Pee got right up behind him, guided his tool to Billy’s hole and punched it inside.  Billy wailed as his ass was rudely breached, providing Keyshawn with the opportunity to shove his massive helmet into Billy’s throat.  Billy thrashed and tried to back off, but the more he flailed the deeper Pee’s black rod went up his ass and the further Key’s destroyer clogged his throat.  Donny wouldn’t have thought it possible, but more and more of the black man’s foot log was being swallowed up in his brother’s protesting mouth.  Billy’s esophagus appeared to be as loose as his ass hole, probably from the all-day vibrator session.  Pee Wee was now in up to his balls, ten inches of black dick spearing the kid while Key fucked his throat.  Poor Billy was getting blacked from both ends!

The Mex and others were watching excitedly, anticipating their turn.  Some of the stoners who had previously looked too spaced out to participate were suddenly showing interest.  Donny was pleased. This is the stuff he’d been waiting for:  watching Billy under duress.  Taking a chance, he asked and they complied with filming, so long as no faces were shown.  Except for Billy’s, of course.  The wheels were already turning in Donny’s devious mind.  Footage of Billy taking black dick shown to Seamus and the rest of the Aryans would guarantee an even rougher session in the bunker.  They’d probably load him up with cum, brand him with a swastika and mark him as theirs.  Wouldn’t that be sweet!

Billy’s boy pussy convulsed and quivered each time Pee roared up into him.  Pee Wee had one chocolate arm wrapped around his torso, hugging him close to his body as he pummeled him.  His other was on Billy’s slim hip.  His massive fuck rod repeatedly soared through Billy’s parted ass lips, jamming far up into his guts.  Pee nipped at Billy’s lobe, hot breath tantalizing the boy’s ear.  “Got you a fine faggot pussy, white boy.  You wants for me to breed it  with lotsa nigga babies?  Them racists surely won’t be wantin’ yo azz no mo.”  With Keyshawn’s big boner threatening to rip his throat wide Billy was hardly in a positon to respond.  Instead he clenched himself tight around Pee Wee’s big working prick, eliciting a moan of appreciation from the doorman.

Keyshawn deeply raped Billy’s face with better than three quarters of his monstrous meat.  Saliva oozed from Billy’s stretched lips, drenching Key’s bloated ball bag and dripping from the swinging sac to rain over his heaving chest.  Billy was practically suffocating on the cock.  Even through his nostrils it was difficult to breathe.  Whenever Key pulled back Billy sucked up as much oxygen as he could before the bestial thing choked him again.  There was no reprieve. 

Keyshawn was a proud black man.  If there was one thing he despised it was racists.  And those who cavorted with them.  While he wasn’t entirely sold on the story the boy’s brother was telling, those videos had incensed him.  He now had the burning need to give this white boy something to think about before he messed with those types again.  He also knew where at least one of those supremacists worked.  The guy was known to be a real macho asshole.  Now that Key was aware of his allegiance with the Aryans he and his boys would soon be taking care of that problem.

Key was cradling the back of Billy’s head in his large hands to hold him in place while he stuffed himself into the boy’s windpipe.  With nine chunky inches buried he held the struggling teen there.  What had begun as a new adventure for Billy had turned into something unbearable.  His throat was clogged and he couldn’t breathe.  Just when he hoped Key would release him the man thrust forward again, sending the remainder down his gullet.  Trapped with twelve fat inches of black cock in his throat Billy bucked and fought back.  He was choking on cock!  Key trapped him there for a few seconds before releasing him enough to get some air.  Billy heaved and panted, saliva pouring from his mouth and sweat trickling from his brow.  Key roughly grasped him under the chin, lifting his face up to him and ominously queried, “You gonna suck Aryan cock again, boy?”  Billy fearfully shook his head in the negative.  Keyshawn responded by spatting a lugie directly into Billy’s open mouth and ominously said, “Don’t think that I believe you.”  Before Billy could protest the monstrous cock was rammed down his throat once again. 

Donny couldn’t believe his eyes.  It was incredible!  It was impossible!  It was like an arm with clenched fist disappearing into Billy’s mouth.  Billy’s face was buried in the huge black man’s groin.  Donny gleefully observed Billy’s neck ballooning out from the burden of the huge thing.   Key held it down there for an excruciatingly long while before pulling back.  But this time he failed to give Billy much time to recuperate.  Instead he shoved it all the way back in again, pulled out, shoved in, savagely fucking Billy’s esophagus with every bit of his deadly dick.

Pee Wee treated Billy’s pussy no more kindly.  He was really railing into the boy, pounding all ten through the boy’s tortured twat.  The big black cock was banging hell out of Billy’s tender prostate and making his own dick leak like mad.  The strokes seemed to be coming even harder and faster.  Suddenly Pee Wee shivered and gushed, “Here it comes, white boy.  Gonna fill your faggot ass with nigga babies!”  He panted huskily, grunted and groaned and Billy actually felt the dick pulse maddeningly inside him.  Pee shuddered with pleasure as he shot off in the white boy’s squirming guts.  “Fill yo pussy with black man’s jizz.  Make you a black man’s bitch,” he muttered as he came.

Suddenly Keyshawn’s hands were under Billy’s arms, lifting him and tossing his frail body over his muscular shoulder.  To him it was like lifting a sheet of paper.  He moved to the mattress on the floor and ordered the junkies off.  They sluggishly fell to the sides of it while Key dropped Billy there on his back, climbed atop him and lifted his legs.  It was quite the sight.  Billy disappeared under the black man’s bulk.  In one deft move he planted his cock balls deep in the teen’s cum-drenched pussy.  Billy yelped and tossed his head from side to side at the blatant intrusion.  While Seamus’ was sizeable, Key’s was the largest cock to have ever invaded his hole.  And Key wasn’t being gentle about it, either.  He was literally tearing Billy a new asshole.  Billy trashed and beat his massive chest with his fists but his actions only served to intensify Key’s vengeful rape.  For an older guy he exhibited incredible stamina.

His black bull meat drove deep each time, the head like a fist pounding through Billy’s insides and churning Pee Wee’s load.  Billy couldn’t stop the tears which fell from his fearful eyes.  It’s not as if he was actually crying.  It was like the tears were being fucked out of him.  He couldn’t understand it but somehow through the pain there was a feeling of warm, unfathomable pleasure.  Oh, how he wanted it to be over!  And yet, he didn’t.  He wanted to accept defeat and give in to this beastly man.  But if he did that might incense Keyshawn and he might become even more aggressive.  Which might not be a bad thing.  Billy was certainly confused by his conflicting emotions.

Between the throat and pussy fuck Key soon reached the limit of his endurance.  With a loud, guttural bellow he threw back his head like some rabid animal, planted his cock twelve deep and blasted off.  Pelting jets of black baby makers fired into Billy’s ravaged guts.  Billy felt each voluminous surge.  With Key’s gargantuan meat swelling and convulsing against his wrecked prostate Billy squirmed beneath him, he trembled from head to toe, ground his teeth and tossed his head as his teen dick shot scads of cum clear up to the underside of his chin.  Key was a true wonder, continuing to pump hot sperm into his pussy.  If it was at all possible for Billy to be impregnated he would have had a litter of black brats.

Key finally backed off, now up on his knees with his cockhead still in Billy’s clutching snatch and sniped, “Your skinheads fuck you like that, huh, white boy?  You mine now.”

Billy wasn’t all that upset to hear the black muscle daddy’s words.  Key dismounted and the boy lay there drenched in his own cum with two generous loads of black jizz seeding his belly and leaking from his bruised hole.  Mere seconds passed before the Mex, who’d been excitedly fidgeting on the sidelines, threw himself on Billy and speared him with his uncut pinga.  From the wild look in his eyes Billy knew the young man was wired out on something.  He rabbit fucked Billy with short, fast strokes, his lower body practically flying up in the air on the withdrawal and then crashing back in. 

Pee Wee was suddenly beside him again, cradling his head in one arm and introducing a marijuana cigarette to his lips.  Billy pursed his lips tightly and shook his head in the negative.  He didn’t smoke.  Pee Wee wasn’t taking “no” for an answer.  Pinching Billy’s nostrils he took a long hit off the blunt and, when Billy could no longer hold his breath, planted his lips to the boys and delivered the smoke personally.  Billy choked and sputtered as he inhaled the fumes.  Pee repeated the process to ensure that the teen was stoned.  It didn’t take long for the relaxing drug to take effect.  When Billy started sucking on his big Negro lips Pee knew the kid was on his way to glory.

Billy felt as awesome as he had with the Skinhead’s poppers.  Only this was different.  He felt as if he was floating with the clouds.  His entire body felt comfortably numb and his mouth was strangely as dry as the Sahara.  The Mex cock drilling his asshole felt absolutely fantastic!  Sex felt wonderful!  The background music suddenly seemed intensified.  Billy was grooving to each beat.  Pee was gone….when did he leave?  Someone else was on the mattress….pulling back his head…..Billy let it fall back and opened his jaws wide.  Another black cock…long and slim…slipping into his mouth.  Billy sucked it right down…he loved black cock…black cock was awesome!  His hands reached back to trail up the ebony god’s outer thighs…up his flanks…he was thin…very thin.  Billy looked up through heavy eyelids.  He looked almost emaciated…long chin beard…nappy mini Afro…indeterminate age…those thick, sensual lips…Billy wanted to kiss him…suck his tongue out of his mouth…he loved black men’s mouths.   What had they called him?...a Jim?….no, a Jack…a Jack of Spades.   No,no….he wasn’t a Jack….he was a Billy of Spades.  He found the thought amusing.  The cock was in his throat…his throat felt incredibly loose now…his throat was like his asshole, opening to accommodate…wiry, bristly bush against his lips…sweaty balls against his nostrils…ahhhhhhh, he loved the scent emanating from them….sweaty, unwashed, intoxicating.  The cock was shooting…cumming in his throat…firing this nigger babies down into his belly…he was full of nigger babies.  Wanted it to shoot in his mouth…mouth so dry…needed something wet. 

Cock gone…looking up at the crazy Mex…long unruly hair flying…looked like the Mex had been struck by lightning….Billy chuckled.  Mex was a wild man…moaning, cursing in Spanish…Billy couldn’t understand…fuck me, fuck me, he pleaded…Mex shuddered…eyes rolled back in head…cumming inside him…now he’d have black and Mexican babies….lots and lots of babies….lots and lots of cum….glorious, warm cum.  Billy wanted it everywhere…in his pussy…yes, that’s what it was…no longer an asshole, but a pussy…in his mouth…tastes so good…so thick…warming his belly.  Fingering his pussy…so lonely…someone else, please fuck me….put your big man cock in there and really, really fuck me…Donny, put your big brother dick in there and fuck me…punish me….I’ve been such a bad little brother….I want your cock, Donny…I WANT ANYBODY’S COCK….SOMEONE, PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

One after another the crack heads and stoners took the marijuana induced white boy.  Black and Puerto Rican cocks shoved themselves into his wide open pussy or down his throat, sometimes two at a time.  As strung out as they were, their cocks still got hard.  Pussy was pussy and in their current state they didn’t care that it belonged to a young white boy.  Billy especially cherished each black cock.  The loads he had taken were plentiful.  Donny watched and photographed with an awestruck look on his face.  Currently Billy had a black dick up his ass, a PR and a nig in his mouth and was jerking off a white and yet another nig. This had turned out to be even better than the battle at the bunker!   He needed to get his brother stoned more often!!

Alone again…probably over a dozen cocks had him…maybe two dozen…but he wanted more…needed more…turning his head to the side, looking, seeking…on the floor, in the corner…a white man…he hasn’t had a piece yet…please, mister, come and fuck me…the guy raised  his head…focusing…thin, greasy hair coming down over a sweaty, creased forehead…eyes glazed and red rimmed…spotty beard stubble…clothes dirty and tattered…homeless….a street bum…maybe a wino…no, I shouldn’t…but I need more cock…crawling across the floor…yanking off his threads…hairy, matted and sunken chest…zero muscle tone…trying to get out of pants, underwear…dense, tangled mat of crotch hair fanning out practically to his hips and halfway down his inner thighs…too much….lice-infested….big, dirty cock…uncut…cheesy…so many  uncut cocks in this crowd…unsteady on his feet…standing over me, one leg to each side…squatting down…ass coming to my face…cheeks spreading open…hairy…dirty…oh, no…I smell  him…he reeks…asshole moist and sweaty…shit stained…it’s on me…he’s sitting on my face….please don’t let  him take a shit…so rank I may puke…can  hardly breathe…he’s suffocating me in his filthy ass…

I lick..it tastes foul…tastes like shit…I lick again…he likes it…he’s riding my face…there’s encrusted turds in his ass hairs…I lick it anyway…between the stench from his unwashed body and dirty ass I don’t know which is worse…but I keep licking…I dig between his ass lips…I slip my tongue inside…it’s all slimy and grotesque…now I can really taste shit…I get my tongue way up in there and I eat him out…he’s riding my face…he likes me eating him out,, this homeless druggie…

He falls back…I am on him…his dick is hard….oh, so hard…it’s smelly but it’s a nice sized one…I lick it…I peel back the head and discover a wealth of crumbly cheese…I eat it all…I swallow him down to that overgrown bush thinking about all the critters living there….I rise, guide it to my hole…I perch…it is inside me…another glorious cock is inside me…I bounce up and down on it like a boy gone wild…he may have passed out for all I know…but I don’t care…I have a hard cock…

He’s cumming…it’s not thick like the others…more like pee…maybe he is peeing in me…I don’t care…I don’t know what’s come over me, but I don’t fucking care…when he’s finished I hop off and clean his cock with my tongue…it wasn’t pee…it was cum after all…but now he’s peeing….he’s peeing right into  my mouth…I drink it all…I am so very thirsty, so very dry…

I want more!  I hope this marijuana high never wears off…I never knew it could be so good…kneeling there I feel a long wet tongue on my ass…licking my dripping pussy….looking  over my shoulder…it’s the German Shepard!!....I scramble to get away but he’s on me…his front paws are digging into my sides…the nails are scratching me…he pokes with his hairy sheath…he pokes again…I try to get away but it’s hopeless…I feel his bone pierce me…the dog is inside me!...he fucks like mad…I can feel his cock swelling larger and larger inside me…the dog has knotted with me!!...there is no escape…I wanted  more cock, but not like this!

The others are laughing…encouraging the beast…Donny is snapping away with his damned phone…I’m starting  not to feel  as buzzed as I was…this is all wrong…this isn’t the way it is supposed to be..someone get this dog off me!...He’s cumming…the dog is cumming…filling me with water doggie sperms…now I’ll  have black and Latin babies and puppies!...he tries to pull out but can’t…we are locked together…he tries again…he’s going to tear my asshole inside out!....

Pissing on me…they are all pissing on me…somehow I’ve wound up in a corner and they are drenching me in urine…just like the Skinheads did…I am quickly coming down from my high and realizing what I have done…what is wrong with me?...I hate you, Donny…

I hate you so much I could kill you….