I had been invited to stay at a my friend Marcus's place in Detroit, we had mutual business and were allies in the industry and liked spending some down time together. I traveled around for work doing the more hands on part of the business, he usually was in sales and ran his own distribution network. We clicked, similar interests and such. He said there were guys like us all over the city enjoying what it had to offer and to come see. Usually I was more of a rolling stone, had some downtime, and agreed.
Marcus was a 43 year old black man, about six foot, muscular, dark skinned, dressed business casual and presentable to clients most of the time. He looked a little rough, but he was pleasant and warm, and the clients liked him. He had a trim close black beard on an intense face that could break into a bright smile. I was a little younger and more wiry, muscular but more lithe. I didn't work for him, but supplied him with product sometimes. We never had a sexual or romantic relationship. Friendship was more important than a fuck, and we could get that anywhere. And did.
His place was a two story gorgeous brick mansion house in Indian Village. Surrounded by a large brick and wire enclosure with an ornate iron gate. Inside the place was a nice juxtaposition of modern and older classic furniture, restored stuff mostly. A lot of wood and leather. He worked out of his house mostly, sometimes selling product out of the basement, which was loaded in the back down a cellar door, but he also had a showroom in a building downtown. I acquired our stuff and sold it more one item at a time, he liked to have several pieces going since he preferred to stay in his city and I tended to rove. He greeted me and asked if I had anything for him, I nodded and told him we could load it in back when it got dark. We had some drinks and dinner and waited.
When the time came I pulled the van around back and opened the back, inside was a young, lightly tanned, fit young white boy around 19 or 20 years old. He was shirtless and fit with pink smooth nipples, smooth, wearing grey shorts, white tennis shoes, white tube socks, his blonde hair tousseled and messy. He had his hands tied behind his back and his legs were tied secured to metal loops in the wall on either side. He was stirring, but not awake yet. I had given him a hit on the way in, he was sweaty since it was a fairly hot summer day. Slick from his forehead where hair clung to his shoes which smelled faintly. Marcus let out an appreciative sound.
"Fuck, nice! Where did you get this one?" I smiled, "He was working the Chiefs training camp outside Kansas City. College volunteer, snatched him while he took a piss in a porta potty by my van, no one saw. He had a shirt...I lost it." I smirked and he grinned back. We undid the legs and carried the young product down into the basement. It was cool, and the boy's scent of sweat and cheap cologne carried as he laid him out on a table in Marcus's display room. I knew he had "kennels" in the back with a few for sale or that he kept back for himself, if I was a client they would be arranged restrained on the various surfaces around the room. He also had a closet full of toys, and fridge full of different products and drugs, and pretty much everything he could want squirreled away. There were also a few restrained showers and weight machines to get product up to snuff before sale. Or for fun. I had enjoyed a shower with a straight man tied up in there with me, it was a good time.
"Let me do a thorough exam before he wakes up." Marcus undid the wrists and got the boy laid out flat on his flat belly. He removed the shoes and socks and bagged them. "Some clients go nuts for those," he remarked. He slid the boys shorts off leaving him in just sweat stained black boxer briefs with a bulge, he slid those down as they cling to the smooth sweaty skin and bagged them too, no remark necessary for their value. The boy was fit, not too muscular, young, his ass was slightly paler with very fine blonde peach fuzz on it, it was round and tight. Marcus gave it a slap that echoed. He placed his powerful dark hands against the pale skin and sperated the ass, clean with fine hairs around the virgin bud. "Glad he must have been pissing, didnt want to have to clean him out yet. I'll have fun doing that later, but we can't play if there's shit." I nodded.
"Ugh, you know I like the white college boys. You do too if I recall?" I nodded, "I prefer men of color, especially black, Latin, and Arab, but a young white buck is nice. Don't worry though, you know I only do straights." He laughed, "Me too brother, that's industry standard. We want our gay creeps and pervs to feel safe out there while they enjoy what we provide." He leaned in, "I have snatched a bi asshole or too, but don't tell." I shrugged, wouldn't think of it. He felt the boy up, ran hands down the muscled smooth back, squeezed the healthy thighs. Then with my help he flipped him.
His head fell back, he moaned and stirred a bit, but stayed out. Marcus got into the crotch, it was a blonde untrimmed bush, with a decent set of balls and an average circumcized cock with a pink head. "Maybe Jewish? Not as many cut young ones lately. Doubt it though." He felt the balls, "They have some heft, bet he does empty them regularly either into his hand or a girl. They don't have that dense feel if the ones who hold back before we get em. More and more of those ones lately." He looked over the body, fit, tight, smooth for the most part without even a treasure trail. He had a few wisps between the nice pink nips. He opened an eye with his fingers, they were brown and chestnut.
"He will be up soon, let's get him restrained. You brought him, where you want him?" I looked at all the options, a weight frame with shackles, an x frame with cuffs, various cuffs and spread bars, a rack, a few tables, a fuck bench, and a few displays at different heights for all fours...I loved all fours especially for younger ones. Personally liked many ages, but the boys were best on all fours, I told Marcus as much. He hauled the boy over to one where his ass and mouth were waist level, legs flat against the display, ankles shackled. Arms were flat on the forearms with wrist tight, and he was forced flat, he sagged forward and to the side moaning now. His cock dengked between his legs as he was locked in position, flacid and bouncing as we manhandled him. Not long before he would be awake. Marcus brought a dental gag out with a flourish and a smile, and I helped him strap it around the sweaty locks tight, ratcheting the mouth open by forcing metal between the molars and displaying a pink healthy mouth. Brown eyes fluttered and the movement roused him, he began coming around and wriggling a bit, confused from drugs and a bizzare new environment.
Marcus checked the teeth, playing with the pink tongue and pulling up the lips, like many young college guys they were almost perfect with a few cavities. Saliva dribbled and the product was now fully awake, making ridiculous sounds now that he couldn't move his jaw or close his pretty mouth. Marcus looked at him, "You're a Chiefs fan? This is a Lions town, but I don't give a shit either way." He held the boy's chin, and licked his face. "Salty." The boy began making protesting sounds and realized he wasn't making words.
I smiled and went around behind the guy, I hadn't checked the ass when I snatched him, but had stripped the shirt and molested his nipples a little. There's nothing like stripping a boy and playing just for kicks, before you even get in...deep. I saved the ass for now, it was no disappointment. I ran a finger between the cheeks and felt the tight virgin bud, the guy tried to buck free going a little wild. I was probably the first guy to get in so nice and close to his private naked undercarriage. Marcus looked over, "Hey, you didn't go in without telling me did you?" His deep voice was mocking, he didn't really care. "Just feeling, didn't slip in yet. You wanna do it?" He beamed and came around. The boy was already sweaty, his ass tensed as we played and Marcus grabbed and spread with one big hand and aimed his pointer right at the target. He slid it in slow, the guy made a throaty whining yelp, the thick black finger slid in as the slick shincter hugged it. "Tiiiiiiight bitch my friend." He turned to me finger still up the struggling boy's hole, "Have I told you you're my favorite?"
I nodded, "Many times. What are your plans, it's a full gift. I just like being here for this." He slid out quick and the stuff let out another throaty yelp, "Damn, you didn't have to!" He walked to the boy's front, gripped his messed hair, and forced him to smell the finger that had been up his ass. The nose crinkled in disgust. "I guess that means all fun, he can be a little used and there's still a profit. Did he have a name?" I pulled his wallet from my pocket, "Ian Collins, he's 20, volunteered for training camp, clearly an anal virgin. Little bitch could be a total virgin." The boy went red, I just said that to mess with him, I was sure he had fucked. "He was a Missouri Western State...(I laughed) Exercise Science major.
Marcus got under the boy and flicked his dick, making him flinch and continue struggling. "Well it achieved a good physique even if he is probably an idiot, that will probably make becoming fuck meat easier for him." The poor fucker was now panicking, but he was naked on all fours restrained with two gay strangers at their mercy, and we did not have much interest in that. I looked at Marcus, "Flip and fuck?" He nodded, and said gravely looking the boy in the eyes, "Flip. And. Fuck." I took out a coin, flipped it, and it landed heads. "Poor fucker" I said, Marcus Pat his head...."Sorry boy, my big black cock gets first crack at that ass, while you will be gargling his cock and balls till he makes you swallow. Would have been better the other way for you." He just struggled and bucked, sweating more, frantic, and helpless.
We undressed and I got in front, already hard. His pink lips looked smooth and were slick from all the yelling, saliva dribbled down his chin. I slid in, I wanted to be in his mouth when Marcus entered him. The boy gagged and his throat took my hard on, since it had to. He coughed and it felt great, I just slid back and let him gag on it and slid forward, watching Marcus get in place. He spread the cheeks the boy was desperately trying to keep together, and aimed his cock home.
Now Marcus was almost the same size as me, about five inches, but he grew when he was hard and he was thicker. And he had been hard likely most of the time we had our specimen on display. I knew how he felt about white college boys. I was more modest, and as he got in position I made sure to be balls deep. The boy coughed and his eyes bulged, but not as bad as they would have for Marcus. He reared back like a bull, and rammed in. The boy went spastic, gagging and struggling, impaled on the my friend's thick black cock as it stretched his virgin hole. The screaming made a delightful spasm over my cock, making it grow further down his throat, which made him gag more, and reinforced the scycle of his pain and out pleasure. As he gagged and coughed, I knew Marcus would enjoy the tightening and movement of the boy's ass and guts...which he was cock deep inside.
As for the fuck meat itself, it sweat, tensed, spasmed, and coughed. Eyes bulged bloodshot and watering, the young stud reduced to flesh we used to masturbate. The whole tight young body was slick and we grabbed on and sometimes slid as we fucked. I pulled out to let a few breaths keep him alive, and while down there I pinched his pink nipples and he shrieked. I imagined from the focused look and the now sweating Marcus as he heaved his entire body back and forth, that the anus was on fire with pain. The boy shuddered and pitched forward, yelling and shrieking as Marcus tried a new angle...breaking the ass in. I returned to my spot and quieted things down with a slide down that warm throat again.
We went longer than I thought we could before first Marcus shuddered and filled the boy's ass, as then I followed cumming down his throat. I wiped my dick off in the hair, and invited Marcus to do the same. We cleaned off and took showers, came back and got dressed. The fuck meat just silently heaved, dribbling cum from a raw throbbing young butt, now thoroughly deflowered. Drenched in sweat, the fit young body still looked intensely attractive, now used, but still a Cadillac in our business...classic and it would sell well. If Marcus wanted to...I could see him keeping the boy. We left and went upstairs, he called some staff that lived in the place on the ground floor to clean the product up and kennel it.
We had some whiskey and chatted about it and Marcus leaned forward, "Why don't we work together more...why don't you move up here and put some roots down? You like blacks, Latinos, arabs...Detroit has those all over. I am expanding, you can be a part of that...and face it. We have fun." I mused, "I like my freedom, and my trips, road snatches like that one." He answered, "You can keep doing that, and I can show you some GREAT places. We have these straight guys at out mercy and they don't even know. There are places at the casino if those old guys knew what we were doing with their sons and grandsons in back rooms and hidden bars...fuck. I mean we have businesses that just have naked straight guys tied down at tables as toys, places where they are used as art, it's an amazing city for it. Hell there's a tunnel facility between here and Canada doing some real experimental shit. Think about it? And with you as my exclusive partner you could still roam, just for me. Hunt here, hunt everywhere, get the muscle back here. I sell it. You make a little more and stay local with a 'work trip' whenever you want."
We agreed to partner within the hour. I trusted him, and he was right...this city had everything I needed.
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