Nigerian Nightmare

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

Nigerian Nightmare - Part 1

By Andy Caulden

I am twenty-two years old, six feet tall and blond. I have a nice seven-inch cock, which is uncut and serviced on a regular basis by Adam, my boyfriend. He is two years my junior, blond and a good three-inches shorter than me; however, his uncut cock is a tad longer than mine.

We are fairly adventurous, sexually, but not promiscuous. Adam has only been with a few men before me. I have had more partners, but only one long term relationship. We have, on occasion, had sex in places where it was possible that someone might see us: in the park, in my car, and even on the landing outside my flat.

We both enjoy oral sex, and Adam is always keen to take it up the arse. He is also very keen on flashing, but limits his audience to the lurkers in the local park.

We both exercise regularly and are quite fit, and are considered to be attractive - we definitely get 'the look' when out clubbing. However, we got more than 'the look' when we entered Point2Point, a club that had been recommended to us by Tony, a friend.

Most of the guys in the club were big and beefy, and black. However, there was a good few white faces in the crowd, looking for a bit of African rough, so we decided to give it a shot. We made our way to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks from a friendly barman; we then headed off to find an empty table. The table we eventually found was right at the back of the club, in a corner by the fire exit.

The music was as good as Tony had said, and the small dance floor was packed. I looked around and saw nothing but happy, smiling faces.

After Adam had downed his second drink, and loosened up a bit, he accepted an invitation to dance from a burly Nigerian. He had never danced to this kind of music before, so he followed the black man's lead and joined the dancing throng.

The man brought Adam back to the table after three songs, and then pulled up a chair and sat down, even though he had not been invited to join us. Three drinks appeared at our table as Remi introduced himself. We drank our drinks as Remi talked to Adam. I couldn't hear what was being said over the music, so I just sipped my drink and watched Adam. He seemed nervous about having Remi sitting so close to him, but neither one of us wanted to make a scene, by asking the man to leave.

Adam and Remi finished their drinks and went back to the dance floor. Adam didn't look too keen on the idea, but let the man lead him back into the sea of black faces.

They returned after two more songs and sat down opposite me again. Adam's hair and clothes looked dishevelled, and his fly zipper was fully open.

More drinks appeared on the table in front of us, and were accompanied by two more black men. Kola and Samson sat down on either side of me and talked loudly with Remi in their native tongue. They were very friendly and out- going, but I became increasing anxious as they crowded in on me.

All three Nigerians were in their early thirties; and all three were large and muscular, and very imposing.

I watched as Adam and Remi drank their drinks and talked. I could tell that the drink was starting to have an effect on my boyfriend, but he wasn't relaxed. He looked very nervous, and seemed unable to fend off Remi's advances.

Samson said something to Remi, who grinned and nodded as he unbuttoned Adam's shirt. All three men laughed as Remi's hand slipped inside the shirt and tweaked Adam's right nipple.

I decided it was time to say goodbye to Remi and leave with my hapless boyfriend. Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out that way. As I tried to stand up, Kola and Samson put their hands on my shoulders and held me in my chair.

They both smiled at me, and there were no threats, but still I was unable to get up. I looked over at Adam and saw the anxious look on his face: Remi's hand was now beneath the table.

I shouted at Remi over the music, telling him that it was time for me and Adam to leave. He just looked at me and went back to talking to my boyfriend.

Kola leaned closer and said in a menacing voice, 'You don't want to leave now, white boy. It's still early, and the fun is just beginning.'

I didn't know what to do; I couldn't fight these men and they wouldn't let me up. I was forced to sit and watch as Remi continued to amuse himself with Adam. Over the next hour or so, Adam and I were 'encouraged' to down several more drinks - I don't know what the drinks were called, but they were very strong.

Remi handed me Adam's shirt and dragged my boyfriend back to the dance floor. The sea of black faces swallowed him up whole.

'That white boy will be dancing to the beat of the drum with his cock hanging out of his strides,' said Samson to Kola. 'The man-eaters like to see white cock swinging in the breeze.'

'And Remi won't let the wimp disappoint his admirers,' replied Kola, laughing.

Adam's cock was indeed hanging out of his trousers when he returned to the table. He looked so helpless standing beside the burly Nigerian.

'I had to fight the man-eaters off,' said Remi to his two friends. 'They all wanted a piece of him.'

I watched in horror as Remi took hold of my boyfriend and kissed him fully on the lips. He then slipped his hand inside Adam's trousers and squeezed his left arse-cheek.

I tried to get to my feet again, but my efforts were met with the same response as before: I was slammed back into my chair by Kola and Samson, who held me there while they watched Remi molest Adam.

Remi finally broke off his suffocating kiss and withdrew his hand, leaving Adam with a look of desperation on his face. I didn't know how we were going to get out of this mess, and I was getting scared. There were no sympathetic faces in the club, but they were all still smiling - for some reason the smiles seemed more sinister and threatening.

I watched as Remi reached down and began toying with Adam's flaccid cock, making it semi-erect within seconds. My boyfriend just stood there and let the black man have free reign over his pale, white body.

Remi and his two friends began speaking to one another in their native tongue. They then downed their drinks and made ready to leave the club. For just a second I thought that it might be over.

Alas, it wasn't over. Remi pushed Adam towards the fire exit; and I was pulled to my feet by Kola and Samson and forced to follow. Once outside, I could see Adam being guided towards a large, white van by Remi.

I told the men that we couldn't go with them, and tried to get between Adam and Remi. Unfortunately, I was just as much under their control as my boyfriend. So we walked slowly towards the van.

I was forced to watch Remi take hold of Adam and kiss him passionately again, as his hands went exploring once more. Adam struggled for a few seconds, but soon gave up and let the man have his way.

As they kissed, Adam's trousers and boxer shorts fell to the floor. I was now standing in a car park, beside a van, watching my naked boyfriend being turned into a submissive sex pet.

The van backed over Adam's clothes as it left the car park and headed west.

As the van crossed the main road, Remi pulled his large, black cock out of his trousers and 'encouraged' Adam to suck it. I tried to protest, but Kola slapped me across the face and told me to, 'shut it!'

Samson scared the hell out of me as he drove the van erratically through the narrow, unlit streets. He had several close calls, but each time he swerved to avoid a crash, he and his friends just laughed.

I was forced to watch as Remi finally emptied the content of his ball-sac into Adam's mouth. Adam gagged as he struggled to swallow the man's large load.

Samson finally pulled the van over and parked it in front of a bungalow.

'You two white boys belong to us tonight,' said Remi. 'You do as we say and you don't get hurt. You play up; you get beaten bad and left naked in the street.'

Adam and I shook with fear. The look on Remi's face told us that his warning to behave was no idle threat. No one knew where we were and these Nigerians had us at their mercy. Adam and I were soft, city wimps, so we were going to do whatever it took to satisfy these burly black men.

Inside the bungalow, which was expensively furnished, we were introduced to Saka, a wiry old man in his fifties. The four Nigerians spoke to one another in their native tongue for several minutes, whilst eyed up their captive prey.

'You get naked, man,' said Saka to me. 'You get naked, like your bum-boy friend.'

'And dance for us,' added Samson. 'I want to see you two white boys dance.'

The room fell silent as I nervously undressed. Saka never once took his eyes off me: I was clearly going to be his bum-boy that night.

'You have a sexy body, man,' said Saka, smiling. 'I like fucking men with sexy bodies.'

'I like his friend,' said Remi to Saka, as he collected up my clothes and threw them into the fireplace. 'He's real nice to kiss and cuddle.'

The fire was not lit, but it was filled with coal dust and ashes. My best clubbing outfit was now ruined, but that was the last thing I was worried about. Adam and I had to avoid any confrontation with these thugs. We had to get through this ordeal without being beaten to a pulp.

The thought of being 'beaten bad' was swiftly replaced by a much more positive notion: Adam and I liked being fucked, so why not let these Nigerians have their way with us, again and again. If we kept sucking their cocks and bending over for them, why would they want to beat us up? Of course, if we did smile and spread our arse-cheeks for these thugs, we could end up being their bum-boys for a very long time.

'Now dance for us, white boys,' said Samson. 'And don't you forget to swing those cocks.'

Without any music, Adam and I looked so silly dancing naked in front of the four men. Nerves and embarrassment kept us from getting into any kind of rhythm, so we just bopped up and down on the spot, doing the dozy-boy dance.

'No, no, no,' Samson snapped. 'Dance together. Kiss and play with each other. Swing those cocks and wiggle those bums.'

We came together, under the centre light, and did every- thing Samson had ordered us to do. We kiss and wiggled our hips; we took hold of each others arse-cheeks and spread them apart, much to Kola's approval; we tweaked each others nipples and squeezed each other ball-sacs. Adam was clearly on the same page as I was: he knew we had to please these men big time.

'Lick his arse, bum-boy one,' said Remi, as he picked up my shoes and threw them into the fireplace.

Adam and I looked at Remi, not knowing who was 'bum-boy one'.

'You,' said Saka, pointing to Adam. 'You are bum-boy one; and sexy body is bum-boy two.'

I was annoyed at being labelled 'bum-boy two', but the feel of Adam's tongue on my anus and arse-crack soon made me forget about it.

All four men began to strip naked as Adam's tongue probed deeper into my love hole, prompting me to moan and groan with pleasure. My boyfriend certainly knew how to rim a tight arsehole, even when he was so stressed out.

As I continued to moan and groan, Saka stepped forward and ran his hand over my back. I was now his creature; his bum-boy; his sex pet.

'Open your mouth, man,' he ordered. 'You suck my finger, like it was a cock.'

I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked in his finger.

'You like sucking finger, man?' he asked, smiling.

I nodded my head.

'You like sucking cock?'

I nodded my head again.

Remi, Kola and Samson were now behind Adam, running their coal-black hands over his pale, white body.

'That's enough arse licking,' said Remi. 'Sit your bum- boy down, Saka, and let him watch his friend being used by Kola.'

I stopped sucking on Saka's finger and moved quickly to the sofa. The old man plonked himself down on my lap, put his arm round my neck and ran his stubbled chin across my forehead.

'Kiss me on the lips, man,' he said, tightening his hold on my neck. 'And call me Awesome Master.'

I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an order to suck on my Awesome Master's finger.

Saka and I then sat in silence and watched my boyfriend being used by Kola. The man ran his coal-black hands over Adam's upper body and bit him on the neck several times.

Adam's arse, stomach and cock were then squeezed real hard; much to the delight of Remi and Samson.

'He's nice and firm,' Kola announced, 'and he's all ours.'

The burly Nigerian nudged Adam's legs apart with his foot and slipped a finger into the wimp's love hole, and began to explore.

'He's nice and tight down here,' said Kola. 'Yes, nice and tight.'

Samson laughed as he and Remi bent Adam over and offered him their semi-erect cocks to suck on. All four men had ginormous cocks, so Adam and I were clearly going to have our horizons stretched to the limit that night.

Adam sucked on each cock in turn, ensuring that both receive the same amount of attention. He wasn't about to play favourites and get a slap.

'Suck my cock again, white boy,' said Samson. 'And make that slurping sound again.'

'Then suck on my ball-bag, boy,' added Remi. 'And lick my knob with the tip of your tongue.'

As Remi and Samson put in their orders, Kola's cock-head replaced the probing finger and pushed deep into Adam's love hole.

I saw the look of anguish on my boyfriend's face, and the tears running down his cheeks. I felt so sorry for him as Kola began pounding away at his rear end, whilst holding onto Adam's hips and grunting loudly.

'Are you having a good time, boy?' asked Remi, as he and Samson mopped up Adam's tears with their cock-heads.

'Yes! Yes! I'm having a really good time,' gasped Adam.

'That's such a relief to hear,' said Remi. 'Kola can be a real pain in the arse sometimes.'

The three men laughed as they filled Adam's arsehole and mouth with hard-standing cock.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I sat and watched my boyfriend being fucked and face-fucked by the three Nigerians. I felt so guilty, because I liked what I was seeing.

Kola shouted out something in his native tongue, released Adam's hips and slapped the wimp across the arse-cheeks. He then tensed up, took hold of Adam's hips again and shed his load.

With a broad grin on his face, the Nigerian collapsed on top of Adam's back and remained there, resting, until he pulled out several minutes later. He then staggered into the kitchen to get a bottle of beer from the fridge.

Upon his return, Kola sat down in an armchair, sipped his beer and watched his replacement, Samson, mount bum-boy one.

'Open up, white boy,' snapped Samson. 'It's gonna hurt if you don't relax and open up.'

When fully erect, Samson's cock curved upward and looked far more imposing than Kola's. The curved cock looked as though it could reach the parts of an inner sanctum that no straight cock could; in fact, it gave the impression that if Samson stood bolt upright, a wimp like Adam would be lifted off the ground with such a monster inside him.

Adam gasped with pain as Samson took hold of his hips and thrust forward. I gave Saka's semi-erect cock a gentle squeeze as I watched my boyfriend being brutally fucked.

'Don't you fret, man,' said Saka. 'Wicked Master [Samson] will be fucking you like that soon.'

'All four of us will be fucking you like that soon,' added Kola.

While Adam was being humped by Samson, Remi was slapping the hapless wimp across the face with his coal-black cock.

'Are you still having a good time, boy?' asked Remi.

'Yes-s-s!' Adam gasped between cock slaps. 'You guys are the best...'

'He's lying,' said Kola. 'White boys don't like taking black boy cock up the bum. Nigerian cock is way too big for them; they like little, white willies up their bums.'

'No, no,' said Adam. 'Black boy cock is awesome. It's fucking awesome.'

Samson continued to pound away at Adam's rear end as Kola coaxed more black cock compliments out of his new bum- boy.

I was pleased to see and hear my boyfriend playing along with these thugs; however, he did seem to be enjoying the abuse a tad too much for my liking. For instance, his feeble attempts to resist were always countered with hard slaps across the arse, and yet he continued to 'resist' on a regular basis. He also cooed whenever these slaps were administered.

The thought of Adam being turned on by all this abuse did worry me. If he became a willing sex pet, and wanted these abusers to enslave him, I would be outnumbered big time.

'Let's see if bum-boy two is as friendly as bum-boy one,' said Remi. 'Get over here, boy, and suck my cock.'

Saka stood up, grabbed my ear and pulled me off the sofa.

'You take good care of Fearsome Master [Remi],' said Saka, as he twisted my ear and led me over to where Remi was standing. 'You get down on your knees and suck your master's cock.'

I did as I was told, with a good deal of heavy-handed encouragement from Saka. The old man then knelt down behind me, spread my arse-cheeks apart and began probing my love hole with his bony fingers. As he did so, Remi took hold of my head and forced more of his cock down my throat. He flattened my nose against his stomach and made me gag.

Instinctively, I struggled at first, but then gave in and let the man have his way with me.

'Good boy,' said Remi. 'Just let it slide right down your throat.'

'These white men are so soft and sexy,' said Saka. 'They are just like their friend Tunny.'

'Tony,' said Kola, correcting the old man's pronunciation of my friend's name. 'The three of us had to fuck him for hours, in rotation, before he finally agreed to tell his friends about the club. He didn't want to share his good fortune with anyone.'

So Tony knew that Adam and I would fall prey to these bastards at the club; the fucker set us up.

'He's addicted to black cock,' Kola continued, 'and he'll do anything to be lanced by a black mamba.'

'Black mamba-a-a,' Adam stuttered, as Samson power-fucked his arse. 'I like that name.'

My boyfriend was also becoming addicted to black cock, as well as all the rough stuff that these thugs were meting out. He was clearly becoming their creature, the little slut.

'Focus, boy!' said Remi to me. 'Keep those lips stretched round the base of my dick and stay focused.'

Samson and Adam crashed to the floor a few minutes later; however, they remained coupled together and eager to keep going at it like rabbits, with Samson power-fucking Adam into the pile of the carpet.

'That's it, Sammy,' said Remi. 'Wipe the floor with him; fuck him good!'

It was then that Saka, using the finger he had buried in my love hole, indicated that I should get to my feet and offer him my arse for fucking. The manoeuvre was quite difficult to undertake, especially with a hard-standing cock in my mouth and a guiding finger up my arse.

Precariously, I managed to get off my knees and, with legs well apart, bend over for the old man. A stinging slap across my back told me I was in the right position for his cock to dock.

Remi held my head in a vice-like grip as Saka's hard- standing chopper replaced the probing finger. The pain was so excruciatingly severe, and way beyond anything I had experienced before.

I felt my knees judder as I gagged on Remi's cock. Saka's dry-cock hump was making my head spin, and it was only the hold the men had on my body that kept me from falling down.

'Steady, boy,' said Remi. 'You don't want to pass out and miss all the fun.'

'If he can't take my cock,' said Saka to Remi, 'how's he going to cope with yours, or Kola's, or Sammy's?'

'With lots of shouting and screaming,' said Kola, slap- ping his thigh and laughing.

'He's normally a giver,' said Remi to Saka. 'But now he's got to get used to being a taker, like his boyfriend.'

'The boyfriend is a tip-top taker,' said Kola, slapping his thigh again and downing the last of his beer. 'Yes, a real nice grind; ain't that right, Sammy!'

Samson let out a loud grunt, which we all took to be an unequivocal yes.

Saka ran his hands slowly over my arse-cheeks and back, encouraging me to, 'relax and open up.'

I winced as his cock continued to impale me, making my body shuddered involuntarily. The anus-stretching cock pushed its way into my inner sanctum, forcing me to let out a steady stream of animal-like snorts and grunts.

'It's better rough,' said Saka. 'Wimps like you remember it for longer.'

Adam and I continued to snort and grunt like prize pigs. The two Nigerians had very dominant fucking techniques, and real staying power: we were like two rag dolls in their powerful, black hands.

My entire body was covered in sweat by the time the old man thrust forward for the last time and shed his load, deep inside me. I was completely done in, but that didn't stop the handover.

Remi withdrew his cock from my mouth and swapped places with Saka; and as he did so, I saw Samson withdraw his length from Adam's arsehole and, with Kola's help, drag my boyfriend across the floor and out of the room by the ankles.

'Ready for round two, boy?' asked Remi, as he eased my arse-cheeks apart. 'Just curve your back a little and open up.'

'I need a rest,' I pleaded. 'I'm not use to all this...'

Saka's flaccid cock struck me hard across the left cheek, interrupting me; it then returned to strike me across the right cheek.

'Hush, boy,' Remi scolded, as he prepared to mount me. 'Just curve your back and open up.'

Saka took hold of my head and forced his slimy cock into my mouth.

'Clean it up, man,' he said, laughing. 'Make it all spick and span.'

I wanted to bite the fucking thing, but self-preservation and good sense stop me: I knew full well that these thugs would really put me through the wringer if I didn't play along.

My head was spinning; my guts were aching; my arse was throbbing. I did everything I could to accommodate the anal invader, but still the pain was horrendous, and yet awesome at the same time.

Remi hammered away at my arse for a good long while, increasing and reducing his stroke rate continuously. The variable fuck-rate certainly kept me on my toes, both literally and figuratively.

My knees threatened to give way several times, but some- how I managed to maintain my stance: bent over and sand- wiched between the two men. Remi's iron grip on my hips helped enormously.

'Your friend Tony loves being topped and tailed like this,' said Saka. 'And so does his friend, the old man who owns this bungalow. They are both tied up in the bed- room, waiting for more sex.'

I didn't like the sound of that: Tony was never very keen on bondage, so what was going on.

'We have to tie Henry and Tony together, back to back, to stop them from having sex,' Saka continued. 'If we didn't rope 'em up, their ball-bags would be bone dry by now.'

I let out a mournful groan when Remi thrust forward and growled, signalling yet another change of stroke rate: from slow to fast. Bracing myself for more power fucking, I put my concern about Tony and his friend, who I didn't know, to the back of my mind.

Most of my friends would have paid good money to watch the scene now unfolding in Henry's living-room. The two muscular Africans had me pinned to the spot, with their cocks deep inside me. I was exhausted and in desperate need of a respite, but Remi was determined to keep going until he had satisfied his needs.

I juddered back and forth between the two men, and, with a hard-standing cock in each pipe, found myself being won over, rather reluctantly, to this form of rough sex.

'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Remi shouted, as he climaxed and shed his load. I nearly slipped from his grasp as he flooded my inner sanctum with seed; and as he did so, I grabbed hold of Saka's hips for support and climaxed.

The three of us crumpled to the floor in slow motion, but stayed coupled together as we went down. I was totally wiped out by the shag and the subsequent climax; however, I still kept my arse-cheeks tightly clenched, hoping for a last minute rally from Remi.

Alas, the man was spent and in no mood for an encore; Saka was also quick to dismount and move on.

I was grabbed by the ankles and, just like Adam, hauled out of the room. The carpet burnt my arse and back as I was dragged, unceremoniously, along behind the two men.

In the hallway my head struck a wall, a doorpost and an open door. The journey from the living-room to the bath- room was extremely bumpy and fast moving; and the way the men cleaned me up in the shower was just as hurried and rough - I was still soaking wet when I joined the others in the bedroom.

'Climb aboard, man,' said Saka, as he pushed me toward the double bed. 'Spread yourself out on top of your boy- friend and make yourself comfortable.'

On the bed, Tony and Henry were lying on their left and right side respectively, and tied back to back with rope. Sprawled out on top of them was Adam, who was tied, face down, to the four corners of the bed with more rope. I completed the human pyramid by spreading myself out, face down, on top of Adam.

I was tied down in double quick time by Kola and Samson, who kept slapping my arse as they did so.

The four Nigerians then left us in the dark and returned to the living-room.

All comments and suggestions welcome.

Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, June 2010