The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Abducted at the Turk Street Baths - Chapter 4
What I said earlier about finding another partner, a Bottom, obviously pissed Kobe off and it took him this long to vent his anger. He swung that belt full force landing it on my ass and thighs until I was whimpering and crying. My ass and thighs were red hot when he finally let up and sat the belt aside. He lifted and flipped me over and when he saw that I was sporting a raging boner he grabbed my balls and squeezed them until I thought I was going to puke. My boner quickly went flaccid. He went right for my nipples, twisted, pulled and yanked on them and my dick engorged again. He squeezed my balls as before and it went flaccid almost immediately. He did that a few more times, let out a huge roar of laughter.
"Yu likes it rough en kinky Boy ...we be having us some real fun together fer sure ...Sampson be likin ya real good too ...he real big into S&M and da Kinky Shit wit his Bitch-Boys ...he like em white, blond, muscled, good lookin en masculine just like you is! No swishy Girlie Boys fer him! Yea Boy! ...Sampson gona be real pleased Jaraald en me find yu en bring yur hot ass home fer him. We be looking fer a long Fuckin time fer yur kind fer him Boy! Yur not slipping away ...No Way! ...No How! I don't wana take all da fight out of ya Boy, but I gona tame yu knuf ya know who be yur Boss Man ...en dat be me till I turn yu over to yur new Nigger Daddy Sampson! Ya best be understand what I says Bitch-Boy!"
He made me repeat to him over and over after he made me snort a line of Coke with him, "I'm your White Bitch now and you own my White Ass. I'm your Pussy Boy!" He soon had me laid out on my back with my legs spread out over his shoulders putting his huge black meat to me again. Each time he said, "Who Yu Be Boy," he made me keep repeating the litany with him over and over until I was beginning to believe I was his White Ass Pussy Boy. He gave me a thorough and fantastically enjoyable internal prostrate massage that had me mumbling the litany with him almost with total conviction. He would say, "Who Yu Be Boy?" The response became automatic, "I'm your White Bitch now and you own my White Ass. I'm your Pussy Boy!" Each time he asked me who I was, after a few errors, slow responses and a swift bitch slap, I soon learned to repeat the litany properly and promptly. He had me well versed in my new position in life by the time he informed me that I was going home with him and would be spending all day Sunday with him, Jaraald and his other partner, the senior partner Sampson.
I road behind Kobe, my arms clasped around his waist on his Harley-Davidson to the bar, `The Black Oasis' without exhibiting any form of hesitation or resistance, knowing it would be an exercise in futility and I would only be further punished had I dare even try. He traveled like greased lightning up and down the steep streets of San Francisco dodging traffic, pedestrians, and we finally arrived safely at the garage off the back alley and made our way up a flight of stairs to his and Jaraald's apartment. It was a total bachelor pad with all the toys two leather motorcycle dudes could possibly want or need, except for maid services, which they desperately needed. The place was a total pigpen, even to me, and I'm somewhat of a slacker myself when it comes to tidying up and throwing out the stuff that remains after a few fast food deliveries, a few stogies, cigarettes, and many beers with chips and dips watching Friday Night Football or a sports marathon event all weekend. It made me realize just how lucky I was to be living with three queens that tidied up after me constantly and only expected me to pay my share of the rent and expenses, keep the old van running, the garbage emptied, and keep the three Queens well lubed and happy as my share of the domestic responsibilities. They cooked, cleaned and even did my laundry. As one gave me wonderful backrubs another sucked my toes, while the third sucked my dick and tweaked my large and sensitive nips.
The minute the door opened, Jaraald could be heard snoring curled up on the sofa, the TV playing with two empty beer bottles sitting on the floor in front of the sofa and another looking to be nearly empty. Kobe ignored Jaraald and pushed me forward past the sleeping Jaraald. He was all decked out in just a pair of bright red boxer shorts with his big black stiffie sticking straight out through the front, pulsating as it jerked and oozed cock-snot each time it lifted, rubbed and then settled back down against the coarse rough material covering the sofa cushion. Kobe kept me moving along headed down the hallway by popping me on the ass each time I hesitated to look into the rooms we passed. We soon arrived in what had to be his bedroom where he told me to strip nude and get my White Ass Pussy face down over the end of his bed. The entire room was covered in dirty clothing and smelled like a men's locker room in the dead of summer. The thermostat must have been set at 80, as the whole apartment seemed H.O.T. hot. I wasn't offended, as the smell of male pheromones always turned me on big time, this being no exception. On top of that, having my face against Kobe's back and smelling his heavy leathers on the ride up and over Turk Street to here had my sensory organs primed and my juices flowing for all the scent of him clad in leather that I could get. He obviously caught me sniffing and inhaling his leather clad body and made no effort to remove his attire as he hovered around me doing what I always called the Nigger Strut, the strut they all do so well, half dance, half strut that I always find so fucking sexy when they are in a dead heat pursuit for pussy or someone's sweet ass. Well Kobe had that strut fine tuned and he danced it around me and rubbed his leather clad body against me as he opened his jacket and let the real strong smell from inside his garment permeate the entire space. I disrobed quickly watching his every move. His leather clad body and his male perspiration aromas hit me like a magical sex potion. I suddenly just couldn't resist his masculinity and buried my face and nose in his open leather jacket and inhaled his bare chest, running my face back and forth into his armpits and licking and tasting every delicious ounce of moisture I could find.
He finally swatted me swiftly on the ass and just pointed to the end of the bed. He removed the cod piece on his leather chaps and let his dick and balls fall free. He pulled the long foreskin back exposing his reddish-purple cockhead and spread all the cock-snot that had gathered under the skin over the entire helmeted glands and plunged his dick into me until I felt the huge glands plop over my prostrate and his coarse pubes against my ass cheeks. He soon built up a real sweat still all clad in his leathers and pulled his leather motorcycle jacket off and laid it open faced under my head and pushed my face down and held it in the strong scent of the many years of accumulated strong male aromas mixed with the natural smell of the leather garment. He had me helplessly hooked on these odors. They filled my nostrils and turned me into a white whore with only one mission, a mission to do what ever this Black God wanted me to do to keep me feeling his warm, sexy, endowment massaging my innards. I was boiling inside with excitement and craving his massive dick pounding me through multiple orgasms. Jaraald soon joined us and by mid afternoon Sunday they had me hooked on Nigger juice, Nigger dick, and I loved the effects of snorting Coke, inhaling Ammo Nitrate and having them both working me from both ends. Kobe gave me another shot between the toes that took all the pain away from my sore ass and left me high as a kite and all complacent and wanting more anal stimulation.
Late Sunday night Kobe delivered me back home on Castro and I was back to work as usual Monday morning. My ass was sore, but otherwise I felt fine. By Tuesday my ass was still sore, but I wasn't feeling real perky at work. By Wednesday I was feeling even worse, called in sick at work and slept most the morning thinking I would feel better after a good rest. Well, I soon found myself pacing the floor having the shakes, broke into a cold sweat and hurting right down to the core, even my bones ached. By 7p.m. I was feeling so bad I called the number on the business card Kobe had given me when he left me off at my Castro apartment Sunday evening, remembering that he had told me if I started to feel bad during the week to call him and he would give me something to make me feel better. Though I wasn't planning on dealing with him again anytime soon, I kept feeling worse until I finally made the call. When I told him how bad I felt, with stomach cramps, aching bones, and the sweats, he said he could fix me right up. He told me to come right over, park around back and come right up to the second floor apartment, the door would be unlocked, so just walk right in.
I was not in a position to disagree with him at this stage and quickly agreed. I cleaned up, jumped in the old van and headed for his apartment. When I walked through the door and he saw my condition he said, "Feeling mighty bad now Boy, en a real need fer another shot a da magic juice I sees. I surprise ya make it dis long afore ya needs da juice, but first we gona talk bout ya future. Ya figure out yu hooked on da juice yet, da hard shit yet Boy?" He went right on talking without even waiting for a response from me and said, "Don't matter none, you is addicted on da juice, en dat how it gona be from now on less Sampson say different en send ya thru rehab. Ya look to needing a fix real bad now Boy, but afore I fix yu up en me en Jaraald gets some more of that tight white ass, we gots some serious talkin to du afore I deliver yu to Sampson, da Boss Man en he looks yu over. I knows yu hurting real bad right now Boy; so I'm gona give yu just enough da juice now to make ya feel good fer a bit so he don't see yu all hurting like yu is now. Da Boss man he be lookin ya over en testin da merchandise. He da one be deciding what ya do fer us Boy. I suggest ya look yur best fer him en if-in he likes ya he maybe keep yu as his house-boy en Bitch, even get yu off the juice, send ya thru rehab, as he don't much like his Boys doped up addicts, en specially don't take to no Queens. He likes em just like yu is Boy ...white, masculine, muscled, en able to play rough en swallow his big dick en take it up the ass. He be real big in the dick department Boy, but yu be learnin to take it or he rape yu till you does. If-n he don't like ya Boy he put ya white ass down workin in the brothel we runs en the back rooms behind the bar en we keeps yu all doped up till ya one fine moneymaker Pussy- Boy like da others. Either way Boy, yu white ass is ours fer sure. Now you gets yur cracker ass en da bathroom en I gives yu a little fix en make ya feel better. I'll give yu a douche en clean ya up good too, even get you greased en opened up good fer him.
After he got me in the bathroom and gave me a small shot between my toes and I began to feel better he asked me, "Who Yu Be Boy?" He waited a couple of seconds and when I didn't respond quick enough he Bitch Slapped me and folded me to his feet with another couple of swift sucker punches to my stomach and abs. He immediately shouted, "Who Yu Be Boy?" This time I quickly responded with my portion of the litany we had rehearsed over and over so many times before at the baths. I said, "I'm your White Bitch now and you own my White Ass. I'm your Pussy Boy!" He made me snort a line of Code then pulled his dick out and slapped it back and forth across my face. That big black dick was down my throat soon after dumping a huge hot load of his juice straight down into my stomach. "Now clean up da mess good Bitch," was all he said. I licked his cock and balls clean, he left his black cock and balls dangling out, smiled down at me and said, "Get nude Bitch en I clean yur white ass out. He pushed me into the shower and stuck an enema attachment off the showerhead up my ass and filled me with warm water until I thought my stomach would burst. I looked pregnant with child by the time he turned off the water. He warned me to hold it in and not spill a drop. Eventually he had me sitting on the cold porcelain toilet bowl with the seat raised to discharge. He wasn't satisfied that I was clean enough and repeated the process two more times until he felt I was clean enough. "Now get yur sorry ass back en da shower en clean up good Bitch, especially yur ass crack." When I came out and dried he greased me up real good and ushered me into his bedroom just as Jaraald arrived. They laid out three lines of Coke and we each snorted a line of Coke. They got nude and dipped their dripping dicks in the Coke and worked me over in tandem for about an hour pushing the Ammo bottle under my nose to keep me undulating constantly on a one dick and sucking and swallowing the other. Kobe warned me not to ejaculate or I would be punished. They were both sweaty and as their familiar scent filled my head I became overly excited sexually and about to ejaculate often. They had me moaning with lust and turned into a total whore for their attention. Each time I would get close to spraying I was forced to squeeze my dick painfully to hold back the need to cum it felt so good to get my prostrate massaged so roughly again. I thought, "What was I becoming, but loving what they were doing to me."
They kept me busy whoring for them until Kobe looked over at the clock and realized they needed to get me cleaned, my anus lubed up good and delivered upstairs to Sampson. He made a call to Sampson on his cell phone and found that Sampson was down in the Brothel conducting business. They had me cleaned out and showered again, dress back in my leather pants, wife-beater and boots in record time. I was then escorted down, first to the bar where I got my first look at the bar operation. I noticed for a Wednesday night there was a pretty good crowd, a full counter of primarily black guys, a few whites, all dock worker types, construction guys and leather clad biker guys drinking draught and bottle beer. There were two young good looking white boys dressed in tight leather pants and small leather vests serving the beer and wine coolers to the guys standing talking or seated at tables and booths around the parameter. Music blared from the speaker system and a couple of white very effeminate boys, blonde beauties were dancing seductively with their two black partners. It was pretty obvious I was being ogled and admired by every customer in the bar, as I was obviously dressed to their liking clad in the tight pair of tailored brown leather pants, the yellow and white silky wife beater, and my brown leather contractor's boots. The wife beater showed off my muscles and my ass and dick looked great in the leather pants. I knew I had to impress Sampson tonight or turned into one of their white whores in the back rooms. I was thankful I had dressed so masculine and sexy before coming to meet Kobe and get relief as he had promised, and I wasn't so dumb as to not realize that I would be molested by him and Jaraald before I would be allowed to leave. My subconscious mind was almost looking forward to another round with the two rough dudes that had me so turned on at the baths the minute I stepped into their apartment earlier and got a good look at the two again.
My two captors escorted me down a corridor, past the bathrooms and a door that was marked Office and another marked Storeroom on the opposite wall. We stopped at what looked to be the back wall of the building. It was covered with the same shinny bright material as the entire corridor. Kobe pushed a button on what had to be a false thermostat and a panel door opened. Just inside it was not difficult to see from the activity that it was the Brothel Kobe had mentioned. There was considerable activity and a very tall and slender black guy was standing at the counter area conducting business that spun around when the doorway opened. I realized he had to be a Jamaican the way he was dressed. He was a very dark shade of black, not just tall, slender and muscled, but a real handsome man that would stand out in any crowd. He had the typical long Jamaican hairdo worn by many of his native countrymen. He looked to be late thirties. Fuck, he was breathtaking and my dick twitched just looking at this big dude! He immediately came forward and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me firmly up against him, lifted me off my feet and spun us around two times like I was weightless. When he sat me back down on my feet I was impressed with his strength, as I'm no lightweight. This guy had everything going for him -- looks, body, and just the slightest of that Jamaican accent when he spoke, just enough to make him sound desirably sexy. Kobe introduced me to Sampson as Sean. They exchanged a few words in their native tongue that I didn't understand, then Kobe turned and Jaraald and he exited back whence we came and the doorway closed.