Best friends; 19 year olds -Theodore "Theo" Jones (6-3, 200 lbs of thick muscle, drk brn with a very close skull cut hair cut), Horatio "Flex" Washington (6-1, 165 lbs, medium muscular build, brn skn, with cornrows going straight to the back), and Devon Dorell (6-0, lite brn skn, 150 lbs, slim muscular build, with a close fade cut), all grew up together in the same neighborhood. After graduating high school, they decided to cut the cost of living expenses 3-ways by renting a 3 bedroom house together in the West Philly as roommates.]
POTENTIAL-14
(recap)...
Devon could feel Richard's thrust getting harder the longer he fucked. He knew from countless encounters with him that that meant he was getting close to losing his load. Devon felt sorry that his anal session was about to be cut short, but felt excited about getting another ass full of hot cum in his gut. It'd been several days since his last fucking. And since Theo found out he was still getting high, he hadn't been able to score any Sextasy to rekindle the love affair he had with dick.
Richard could feel the asshole molding to his dick, sucking his shaft as it slid in and out of the hungry lips. He knew he was going to nut soon, just the thought of seeding Devon's bowels again had him on the brink of blowing his wad. He reached down and grabbed Devon's shoulders, pulling him back onto his dick as he humped harder, driving his dick straight through the round backside. Devon panted and grunted, taking each stroke as it shot straight through him like a harpoon. Damn he loved getting fucked! He could feel his head spinning as Richard lifted one leg up onto the cushions, changing the angle of his depths. He hammered hard into Devon's ass, his balls receding up into his body as they prepared to unload.
"Here it cums man..." he gasped, biting his lower lip as the cum gushed up and out of his dick like a fireworks display. "...AAARRRRHHHHH fuck yeah...!!" he yelled, feeling his dick pulsate and throb as it sent forth wave after wave of thick hot cum straight into Devon's hole. "Shit man...! Damn thas a good hole...!" he cried, feeling as if his entire essence was being sucked out with his sperm.
Devon's body started to tremble and shake with the climax, bucking like a wild horse as Richard tried to hold him in place. "Yo nicca, wussup...?" he asked, feeling Devon go overboard. When he yanked his dick from the cum filled hole, Devon fell over onto the floor, loaming at the mouth. "OH SHIT...!!!" shouted Richard, recognizing an overdose...
Continued...
PT-1
Drug dealer Richard Wedlaw took Devon's trembling body down the backstairs of his apartment building, then stuffed him into the passenger side of his own Toyota before driving him 2 blocks away and placing him behind the driver's seat.
Devon was having a bad reaction to a street drug he had supplied him, and he was NOT about to have Devon's body (dead or alive) found anywhere near his apartment! After getting a safe distance, he called 9-1-1 on Devon's phone, and informed them that someone was acting `kinda strange' in their parked car. He gave the street address, but before 9-1-1 could get any more information (like a name), he hung up, then threw Devon's cell phone away. A police car was eventually sent to the scene (some 45 minutes later) to find Devon slumped over the steering wheel. The cops knocked on the window to get his attention, but after repeated attempts, decided to break the glass to retrieve the lifeless body. "He's in cardiac arrest...! Call an ambulance!" said the first officer, lying his convulsing body out on the ground. With all the foam and drool soaking from Devon's mouth, CPR was the last thing on the officer's mind...
Pt-2
19 year old Theodore Jones (Theo) called Devon's phone for the umpteenth time, wondering where he was? Having quit his day job at Pep-Boys as a mechanic, he had a lot more time on his hands, and spent a lot of it checking in on Devon (after discovering he was still using Sextasy as a recreational drug [last chap]). He could still feel the anger swelling inside him whenever he thought of how spaced Devon's eyes looked the last time they made love. They had been friends for far too long to let Devon succumb to a drug dependency. Besides that, their recent encounters (though totally unexpected) made him a little more protective than normal. Devon had always been the sensitive shy type, and Theo had always acted as the big protective brother (despite being the same age), but now that Theo saw Devon in a different light (a romantic light), he felt even more protective.
Theo knew Devon resented the way he coddled him lately, but it was for his own good. As a bouncer in a popular night club (his part-time job), Theo had seen firsthand what drugs like Sextasy could do to a person, and he didn't want to see that happen to his best friend. So even though he knew Devon hated him for now, he knew it was for the best in the long run.
Trying Devon's cell phone again (and getting no answer), Theo decided to kill some time by heading off to the gym to work off some steam. He was one of those guys that got therapy from working out, enjoying the time to himself to relax and unwind while building muscle mass at the same time. Devon and Flex had tried going to the gym with him on occasion, but neither possessed the disciple it took to see the results Theo had. And while Flex had a better body physically than Devon, his physique was from playing sports (particularly basketball), and not from hours of grueling devotion defining the body thought weights.
Like most bodybuilders, Theo was obsessed with lifting. If he couldn't find the time to visit the gym daily, he would simply use the set of weights he had stored in his bedroom, thought he preferred working out at the gym. In his workout gear (jockstrap, socks, sneakers, shorts, and tank top), he was used to getting odd looks from straight guys who admired his muscles. And although THE IRONMAN GYM' was a predominantly straight gym, that didn't stop the occasional gay cruiser from getting in and checking out all the straight eye candy. Sometimes an admirer would get a little too anxious and attempt to make a move on him. Theo would always reserve himself to politely tell them that he either wasn't interested, or didn't go that way.' Usually they would apologize and back off embarrassed, keeping a respectable distance as not to anger the gentle giant. But occasionally one would get persistent and try to coax him into doing something he didn't feel comfortable doing (like offering to give him head in the shower or the steam room), THEN Theo would have to flex his muscles and tell them in no uncertain terms to "back the fuck off!" In fact a few queens began to spread the rumor that he was homophobic, unaware of his trysts with his roommate. Theo never bothered to correct them, using the rumor to further seal his heterosexual image. However when he started turning down several woman admirers as well, some of the queens began to wonder exactly which side was the big man's bread buttered? Theo thought it was funny (in a pathetic way) that he had incidentally stirred up all of this controversy simply by just working out and minding his own business.
Theo was just finishing up his first hour of rips, when he got a call on his cell. Normally he left his cell in his locker, but since he had been trying to contact Devon, he decided to take it with him. He allowed the weights to rest as he went into his pocket to retrieve his phone. Looking at the caller I.D., he noticed the call was coming from Devon's parents, not from Devon himself. A cold chill ran up his sweaty spine as he answered. Almost immediately he heard the worry in their voices as they told him that Devon had been found unconscious in his car, suffering from a drug overdose. Theo leaped up off the workout bench, then made a man dash into the locker where he quickly grabbed his gym bag without even bothering to change. Many of the members looked on bewildered as he ran for the exit, hoping and praying that nothing would happen to his friend...
Pt-3
The rain began to fall outside as 19 year old Horatio (Flex) Washington drove his last customer home, dropping the elderly woman off in front of her door and helping her up the front steps to her house before rushing back to his Para-transit vehicle. Already late, he bee-lined it back to work, parking his truck and signing himself out before dashing to his car to get to class.
Being a Para-transit driver wasn't easy. They had a very bad reputation for tardiness, bad driving, rudeness, no shows, etc. But in truth, it was usually the customer's faults. Most times when they got to their scheduled pickups, the customer's weren't ready, making them wait sometimes up to 30 minutes or more before they could get the next pickup. By the time they reached the last person, they were already well past an hour or more late for their doctors appointments.
Flex got to school, parked his car in the parking garage, then ran to class as fast as his basketball feet could carry him. Today they got graded on total room design, turning a plan office space into a creative work of art. They worked in teams or three, but Flex did most of the work, picking out the color scheme, choosing the fabrics and furniture, creating the lightening and mood, and taking on full responsibility (sink or swim). By the time he got to class they had already graded 5 rooms, leaving 2 more (including his) to be decided. The fact that the design teacher liked him was of little consequence, Flex wanted to be graded on his ability to design, not his sex appeal.
His teammates were less than enthusiastic when their design came up. Having very little input, they didn't feel as strongly as Flex did about the result. The teacher walked up to the room, then turned on the overhead light, cascading the room in a beautifully tented silhouette. Everyone's mouths dropped as they entered the room. The teacher walked around with her clipboard, making notes and admiring some of the innovative decisions. Once finished with her scribbles, she turned towards the class and gives her remarks, calling Flex's work "the best in the class!" Flex beamed from ear to ear (as his teammates also basked in their collective win). Flex felt a great deal of pride for being picked as best in the class, and the first person he thought about celebrating with was Devon...
Flex called Devon's cell phone, but only got his voice mail. Leaving a quick message, he got another call on his call waiting. Clicking over, it was Devon's family, calling with tragic news. Flex left class early, rushing towards the hospital as fast as he could.
Pt-4
PENN HOSPITAL
The skies seemed to open up within the last half hour, dumping heavy rain onto the city as Flex ran into The University of Pennsylvania after leaving his car with the valet. He ran to the emergency room where he found his roommate Theo sitting with members of Devon's family. He could see the grim looks on their faces as Devon's mother, father, sister, and grandmother huddled together in tears. Flex could feel his heart pounding a million beats a minute as he slowly approached his friend...
"What happened...?" he asked, as Theo held his head in his hands with worry.
"The police I.D.'d Devon after finding him unconscious in his car..." answered Devon's dad. "...by the time the paramedics got there, he was already in a drug induced coma!"
"Oh god...!" gasped Flex, covering his gaped mouth in shock.
"They said he overdosed...!" continued the father, resting his hand on Flex's shoulder for support. "Now I know you boy've known each other since grade school..., but I want you to tell me the truth..., was Devon doing drugs...? Are YOU...??"
"No!" answered Flex, honestly. "We don't do that kinda stuff mister Dorell! What kinda drug was it...?" he asked, curiously.
"The police called it Sextasy...!" answered the father. "They say a lot of kids are overdosing on it, believing its some sort of sex drug! But it doesn't just make you horny..., it also speeds up your heart rate and sends you into a coma! They say it's the leading drug among teens and young adults! They found an unused bag of it in his pocket which they confiscated as evidence!"
"This's crazy..." said Flex, looking back at Theo. "...Devon doesn't do any drugs...! We'd've known it if he did...! Right Theo...?"
Theo said nothing as he got up and walked out of the waiting room, looking totally distraught.
"He's taking it very hard..." explained mr Dorell. "He said Devon was depressed about breaking up with his girlfriend..., is that true...?"
"Yeah..." answered Flex. "...she left him for another guy...! Why...?"
"Police believe since Devon has no history of using drugs, that it might not've been accidental..., --that Devon might've been trying to kill himself!" explained the dad.
"You can't be serious...!" said Flex, caught off guard by the shocking accusation.
"When Devon wakes up..., they want to take him to the psychiatric ward for observation...!" said mr Dorell. "They think he could be a danger to himself...!"
"So the doctors DO believe he'll pull out of it...?" asked Flex, reading between the lines.
"They seem optimistic that he might pull through..." informed Devon's father. "...the doctors assured us that they've seen hundreds of cases like this..., and say 70% of them come out alright..."
"And the other 25%...?" asked Flex.
Mr Dorell dropped his head into his chest, not wanting to think about it.
"We're just gonna PRAY for the best..." he said, returning to his family's sides. Flex watched as they all huddled together, helping console each other in a close circle of love. Every now and then Flex would see one of them glance in his direction. No one openly blamed him or Theo for Devon's situation, but if looks could kill...
Flex stepped out of the waiting room to find Theo. He walked outside past the vending machines to find his roommate sitting on the edge of a giant potted plant outside the emergency entrance, wiping tears from his watery eyes. It wasn't often that Theo cried (the death of his father, the birth of his daughter, and now), so when he did, it was heart wrenching.
When he saw Flex coming his way, he quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and bottled up his emotions, steeling himself with his masculine shield...
"How you holdin' up...?" asked Flex, stopping beside his muscled friend (still wearing his workout clothes (tank top, shorts, etc).
"I was in the gym when Devon's parents called..." said Theo, looking down the emergency room's driveway as traffic drove by. "...I was so devastated by the news that I grabbed my gym bag from my locker and ran out without changing..." he glanced down at his skimpy workout clothes. "...everyone must've thought I crazy the way I ran out of there..., like the building was on fire or something...! Like..., like I could DO anything to save my roommate..."
"It's understandable..." said Flex, also looking at his friend's skimpy workout clothes. "...I was in school when I got the call to come down to the hospital..., I left class without even telling my teacher..., she's probably changing my grade from an A to a D...!"
"I should've KNOWN this would happen..." said Theo angrily, looking back down the drive and beating himself up mentally. "...I'd been calling him all day..., but he wouldn't answer his phone...! I thought he was just ignoring me..., not wanting to talk to me...!"
"Neither one of us knew about Devon's drug problem..." defended Flex. "...you can't beat yourself up for something you knew nothing about! HAD we known..., then we could've done something about it...!"
"I DID know...!" muttered Theo under his breath, still looking down the drive.
"What'd you say...?" asked Flex, not sure he heard correctly.
Theo looked back up in Flex's direction...
"I DID know..." he repeated, looking up into his buddy's eyes. "...I saw him high at the club once while he and Yolanda were hanging out..., and I saw him high again a few days ago..."
"You did...??" asked Flex in surprise, wondering why HE hadn't noticed? After all, he and Devon had been spending a lot of intimate time together... "Why didn't you tell me...?"
"I made him promise to stop..." said Theo, looking down at the ground. "...for all the good it did...! I must've called him a dozen times today..., I should've known better than to let him out of my sight!"
Flex put his hands on his hips, biting his lower lip to keep from yelling at Theo for not including him in Devon's issues. They were friends for a long time, since when did they start keeping secrets from one another...? Then Flex realized that he and Devon had been keeping a BIG secret away from Theo themselves..., not letting him know how deeply their friendships had changed...
"It's not your fault..." said Flex, patting Theo on his muscular shoulder symathetically. "...you couldn't've possibly known he'd O.D..."
"That's not the point!" snapped Theo, pulling away. "Devon was MY responsibility! I was supposed to protect him!"
"Since when...?" asked Flex, standing behind Theo. "We're ALL friends...! We ALL have each other's backs! That's the way it's always been...! What makes it different now...?"
Theo was on the verge of blurting out his new found relationship with Devon, when he saw someone that caught his immediate attention. Walking just inside the emergency area was none other than Richard Wedlaw, the guy Theo recognized as the one who started feeding Devon Sextasy...
He broke away from Flex in mid conversation, causing Flex to follow him, asking "what's wrong...?" Theo's eyes narrowed as Richard casually walked up to the emergency room window, then began asking if Devon Dorell had been admitted? The nurse began checking on the computer, when Theo popped up behind Richard...
"You're the one Devon's been buying his Sextasy from, ain't you...?" asked Theo, spinning Richard around by his arm. Richard automatically recognized Theo from the club as he threw his hands up defensively...
"Yo man..., I don't know WHAT yur talkin' about...!" he lied.
Flex appeared beside Theo, unsure what was going on but ready for a rumble just in case...
"Don't fucking LIE to me!" yelled Theo, prompting the nurse to call security. "I KNOW you be selling that shit at the club! You sold it to Devon! That's why you're here now, ain't it...? You're here to see if you lost a client...?!"
"It ain't like that, man..., honest...!" lied Richard, sidestepping. "Devon came to ME! HE wanted to get high..., I tried talkin' `em out of it...!"
"You lying son of a bitch...!" snapped Theo, knowing Devon wouldn't go looking for something like that.
"He LOVED it, homs..., don't let `em fool you!" assured Richard, trying to talk his way out of an ass whopping. "He liked the way it made him feel...! He liked being a bad boy..., forgetting his responsibilities and losing his inhibitions...! He liked getting fucked...!"
Theo and Flex's eyes widened with surprise at the drug dealer's last statement, not knowing anyone other than themselves knew about Devon's diverse sexuality. Richard saw the surprise on their faces and thought it was priceless... "Yeah..., Devon liked the way the Sext' made him feel..., and he liked gettin' it ON when he was high! He'd come to MY apartment for a fix, then bend over and BEG me to tap it from behind! I was the first one to break `em in..., I was the first one to fuck him in the ass...!"
"You BITCH!!" yelled Theo, punching Richard dead in the face as Richard's head bounced back off the emergency admissions window, causing the shield to crack behind the force of his head.
The staff jumped back in shock, fearing breakage as they cleared the booth. Theo grabbed Richard by his throat as he hemmed him up against the glass, his fist poised for another hit when Flex grabbed his arm from behind...
"Theo..., calm down!" he warned, knowing (with Theo's muscle) that he could seriously hurt the man, given his angry state. Richard's mouth and nose was already bleeding, dripping blood like a water faucet as he struggled to redeem himself.
"What the hell's going on down here...?!" asked mr Dorell, having heard the shouting from the waiting room with his family.
"THIS the asshole who's been selling Devon his drugs!" yelled Theo, yanking his arm away from Flex.
"Is that so...?" asked mr Dorell, staring Richard up and down suspiciously. For a minute he considered allowing Theo to beat the shit out of the drug dealer..., but decided to leave his punishment up to the authorities. With his son already facing bad odds, he didn't want to see one of his friends throw his life away by doing something stupid to defend him.
While he tried to talk Theo into letting the dealer go, Richard slowly reached behind his back, going for a weapon he had hidden along the waistband of his trousers just under his jacket...
"GUN!!" shouted Flex, the first to spot it as Richard pulled it out into the open.
Theo grabbed Richard's wrist, then twisted the gun from his grasp while tightening his hold on his throat. Richard kneed Theo in the groin, causing him to double over in pain as he bolted for the exit...
"Get him...! Don't let him leave...!!" yelled Theo, falling to his knees while holding his balls.
Flex and mr Dorell began chasing Richard through the hospital. A security car pulled up outside the exit (cutting off Richard's escape), so Richard ducked down the first corridor he saw. With Flex hot on his heels, he bumped into staff members, knocking them to the ground as he tried to evade his pursuers. Flex grabbed the back of Richard's jacked, then tackled him to the floor as the struggle quickly escalated into a fight. Mr Dorell ran up and started punching Richard in the back of the head while Flex took care of his face and torso, throwing some impressive blows to his ribs and stomach. Richard might have been able to handle himself against one assailant (maybe), but two quickly got the best of him as Theo came hobbling up the rear.
"We got him! We GOT him!" yelled mr Dorell, helping Flex hold him down. "The cops'll be here any minute...!"
"Fuck the cops...!" said Theo, kicking Richard square between the legs.
"ARRRHHHH...!!!" screamed the drug dealer, his arms pinned as his genitalia was left vulnerable.
"He'll be in jail..., but Devon'll STILL be in a coma!" reasoned Theo.
"Then what do you suggest we do...?" asked mr Dorell, placing his knee into Richard's back to keep him still.
"We MAKE him regret getting Devon's hooked by taking something he'll never get back again!" suggested Theo, ominously.
"What's that...?" asked Flex, twisting Richard's arm behind his back.
"Drag him in here...!" said Theo, opening an unlocked door leading into a darkened exam room.
Mr Dorell let go (unsure he wanted any parts of this plan) as Flex began dragging Richard towards the exam room. Richard began screaming for help, trying to alert anyone within listen range before Theo stood over him, then sucker punched him straight in the jaw, knocking Richard for a loop.
Mr Dorell watched as his son's roommates carried Richard into the exam room, then threw him down on a gurney on his back.
"What're you guys planning to do to him...?" asked Dorell, suddenly concerned for his son's drug dealer.
"Something he won't soon forget...!" said Theo, taking off his tank top.
Flex and mr Dorell watched as Theo reached up and began undoing Rich's pants, yanking them down his legs.
"I..., don't think you should be in here for this, mr Dorell...!" suggested Flex, having an idea what Theo might be up to.
"Why...? What's he doing...?" asked the older man, nervously.
"Just watch the door..." suggested Flex, showing Dorell the way out. "...tell the cops we chased the drug dealer outside..., maybe they'll go lookin' for him...!"
"Okay..." said Dorell, looking back over his shoulder as he the door closed behind him. "...don't do anything stupid..., I don't want you boys going to jail with him...!"
"We won't, sir..., I promise!" said Flex, closing and locking the door behind him.
He turned around to find Theo yanking Richard's pants and boxers off around his booted ankles. "What the FUCK'r we doin' here, man...??!" he asked, fearing his friend may be going off the deep end.
"This the mother fucker just confessed to fucking Devon AFTER getting him hooked on drugs..." revised Theo, tossing Richard's clothes on the floor. "...I believe he's also the asshole who stole his girlfriend Yolanda away from him also...! He's been fucking Devon over for awhile..., now I think it's time for somebody to fuck HIM!"
Flex's eyes widened at Theo's words. Could he be serious...? Fucking Devon's drug dealer? Flex understood Theo's anger, but rape couldn't possibly be the answer to stop dealers from selling to the weak. "You IN or OUT?" asked Theo, pulling Richard's half naked body down to the edge of the gurney.
"I'm not sure about this man..." said Flex, hesitantly.
"Don't think about him..." warned Theo, pulling his dick from his shorts. "...think of Devon...! Think of how this asshole almost killed him!" he said, stroking himself into erection. "You IN or OUT...?!" he repeated.
"Okay..." said Flex, unbuckling his pants as he approached the gurney. "...I'm IN!"
"Good..." said Theo, getting hard as he prepared to fuck. "...hold this fucker down, make sure he don't scream too loud when I shove my dick up his punk ass!"
Flex grabbed a handful of rubber gloves from a box on a counter, then proceeded to strap Rich's wrists together over his head. Then he located some gauze, and stuffed a handful in his mouth before taping his mouth closed.
By then Theo had managed to get his dick rock hard with eager anticipation, and used a small amount of K-Y jell Flex found in a nearby draw to smear across Richard's virgin hair lined asshole. He shoved a finger inside, feeling the tight sphincter muscle snap close around his exploring digit. Richard woke up from the finger penetration, his eyes as wide as saucers when he realized the predicament his was in...
"Good, you're UP..." said Theo, afraid Richard might miss his own deflowering. "...I was hoping you'd be awake for this...!" he added, aiming his fat 10" dick up to Richard's greased hole. Richard felt the dick head kiss against his anus, and struggled with all his might against the rubber gloves, gauze and tape keeping him in place. "THIS is for Devon...!" said Theo coldly, ramming his hips forward as his dick head peirced through Richard's sealed anus like a harpoon.
"MMMMMHHHHHWWWWW...!!!" screamed the man through the home made gag as Theo's dick bore inside him.
Theo felt Richard's asshole snap shut around his dick, stopping it a good three inches inside. He could feel the hole flexing to push him out, but Theo was determined to make the drug dealer pay for his sins against Devon. He pulled back with his hips, extracting his dick until only the head remained lodged inside. Then Theo changed directions, ramming forth again as he buried just over half of his dick in the tightly contracting hole.
Richard pulled at the gloves tying his wrists together as he tried kicking with his legs to knock Theo off balance, --but Theo was too strong, easily keeping his legs spread as he reared back once more, withdrawing back to the embedded head before slamming his hips into Richard's bare ass one last time. Richard screamed as his eyes bulged in their sockets. Theo ground his pelvic bone into his ass cheek, his entire 10" dick buried in the dealer's ass up to the pubic hairs. After a brief but loud scream, Richard collapsed back on the gurney unconscious, having fainted from the pain and strain.
"Pussy..." snarled Theo unsympathetic, starting his fuck as he began sliding his dick back and forth.
Outside the exam room mr Dorell heard the muffled screams. He peeked in through the small observation glass in the door to find Theo butt fucking his son's dealer. His first instinct was to rush in and stop it, until he saw security coming down the hall with their batons drawn. "Hey, YOU there...! What're you doing in this area...?!" asked one of the guards.
Dorell knew if they found Theo and Flex fucking the drug dealer that Devon's roommates would go to jail as well. He needed to mislead the guards, so the boys could finish their task and get away...
"uh..., I was chasing the drug dealer that put my son in a coma..." he explained, walking towards the men. "...but he outran me, running back THAT way...!" he added, pointing in the opposite direction. The guards spat the information into their walkie-talkies, then escorted Dorell back to the emergency room to be with his family. One guard scanned the secluded hallway, looking for any signs of the men reported in the fight. The area was closed for the day, as the staffing had already gone home. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he quickly turned and followed his coworkers back out into the main hall...
Meanwhile Theo was riding Richard's ass with long deep strokes, using his dick as a weapon as it tore through the straight man's ass like a battering ram. Flex watched nearby, leisurely stroking his own hardon with his hand, unable to believe his best friend was actually butt fucking another guy. He watched Theo with more interest than he should, admiring his muscles as he held Richard's legs up by his bulging biceps while slamming his pelvis into his unconscious ass. Flex had often wondered what Theo would be like sexually (having seen him naked about the house from time to time), and couldn't help staring at his muscled body as Theo slammed his dick into Richard's poorly stretched ass.
Even unconscious Richard could feel the fucking in his sleep, his body jumped and jerked from every thrust, reacting to the pounding even as his mind was shut down. Theo continued fucking him straight through his spell, never letting up for a moment as he used the drug dealer's unconsciousness against him by taking advantage of his vulnerability. With Richard unconscious, fucking his virgin hole was as easy as stealing candy from a baby. He hammered his way through the fighting hole, beating the poor defenseless sphincter muscles by repeatedly breaking through their protective barrier and pounding deep into the colon. Richard awakened to a continuous searing pain emitting throughout his rectum, it was as if he had been impaled in a barbed wire telephone pole, then bounced up and down on it endlessly. He moaned and groaned even before he became fully aware, his hands still bound overhead. He could feel the dick ripping through him with every thrust. He looked down to see if he were dreaming, only to find the muscled assailant still holding his legs, still forcing his big dick through his tiny hole. Richard began to squirm, trying against the odds to wiggle free. But Theo merely locked his strong arms about his inner thighs, holding him easily in place as his beat his hairy pelvic bone up against his bare ass again and again.
"UMMPH...UMMPH...UMMPH...UMMPH...!!" grunted Richard through the gag as his manhood was stolen away from him. Theo locked eyes as Richard looked up at him pleadingly, begging for mercy with his eyes as his mouth was taped shut.
But Theo had no mercy for the man who fucked his best friend and nearly killed him with tainted drugs. When he looked at Richard, all he saw was Devon lying in a hospital bed with tubes hanging out of him, fighting for his life. The mere thought of Devon dying caused Theo to fuck harder, wanting to cause the dealer as much pain as possible. Richard felt the fuck thrusts increase as Theo began punching all 10 rock solid inches straight through his overstretched bowels. In an effort to lessen the pain, Richard lifted his hips 3" up off the gurney, arching his back (supported by his neck and shoulders) to try to dodge the heavy pounding and limit the depth of Theo's thrusts. But Theo knew Richard wasn't going anywhere, not until he was finished with him. He pulled simply Richard closer to the edge (pulling half of his body off the gurney) and began slamming his buttock with frightful blows. Richard squirmed harder, the gauze keeping his voice from being heard in the main hall as his body was fucked beyond his comprehension.
The pounding seemed to go on for an eternity, with sweat breaking out on both men's brows. Richard saw Theo's eyes beginning to flutter as he got closer to cumming. Richard hated the idea of receiving another man's cum load inside him, but also knew it would mark the end of his torture. In the end he was practically begging for Theo to cum, accepting the inevitable and wishing for a speedy end.
Theo threw back his head as he lost control of his hips, pounding Richard's ass with a powerful vengeance. Tears began streaking the drug dealer's face as Theo's dick beat deeper into his bowels. Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to handle the pain another second, did Theo bury his entire log in his colon, then dumped a gallon of scolding hot ball juice in his flaming innards.
Theo groaned in erotic bliss as his thick dick pulsated out big rich gobs of molten cream into Richard's body. He pulled the dealer nearly off the table, impaling him on his lance as he emptied his ball sac inside him.
Flex watched Richard's face as Theo filled him with his sperm, noticing the relieved look on his mug as the cum gushed into his bowels like a tidal wave. Theo's chest heaved heavily as he came, breathing hard as his body and mind reached higher patios of ecstasy.
After emptying his balls, he pulled out of Richard's ass, his big dick slowly dying as it fell limply from the well fucked anus. Surprisingly Richard thought his asshole felt ten times bigger than normal after Theo slipped out. His hole throbbed painfully as a reminder of the pounding he received. But his relief was very short lived as Flex stepped up to the plate. He watched Theo and Flex pass off, with Flex positioning himself at his ass. Richard's asshole tightened defensively, trying to barricade itself as the second man began pressing his dick head against his anus.
"HHMMMPPHH...!!" yelled Richard, as his asshole was forced open once again. Flex pushed his hips forward, burying his 9" slightly curved dick to the hilt.
Richard tensed as his body was invaded again, his sore sphincter muscles fighting weakly to protect the inner rectum.
"Don't be nice to him..." warned Theo, standing beside Flex as he gently pushed up inside the captive. "...fuck him over..., like he's been doing Devon!"
"Okay..." said Flex, ramming the last few inches into the hole as Richard threw back his head in discomfort.
The second penetration didn't hurt nearly as much as the first, though it still smarted painfully. Flex's dick was slightly shorter and thinner than Theo's, allowing Richard to house the second man's dick easier as it fit more smoothly into the tight crevice of his ass, aided by Theo's huge cum deluge.
Flex could feel the cum inside Richard Wedlaw's ass coating his dick, slicking the surface to make sliding in and out easier. Following Theo's instructions, he pulled his entire dick from Richard's ass, the curved shaft shinning slickly with his roommate's reproductive juices. Richard was surprised when Flex's dick slipped from his ass, then suddenly re-rammed itself all the way in. The quick re-borrowing caught the dealer off guard, making him grimace as his ass was quickly penetrated to the root. Flex held his legs up against his chest, making it easier to hold him in place. Once his dick was buried in to the balls, he pulled back again, withdrawing until the head fell out. This time Richard knew to expect another gut wrenching pummeling. He tensed up as his worn asshole feebly tried to defend itself by resealing, Flex's curved dick had no trouble breaking through the weakened hole, plowing straight through into the shocked bowel.
Richard struggled against the bounds, feeling trapped and helpless as his ass was fucked without his consent. Flex stopped withdrawing as he fucked his way in and out of Richard's ass, keeping 3 inches of his dick lodged at all times. He hammered into Richard's ass, slapping his hips into his backside with every inward thrust. Richard could feel the dick beating its way through him, a steady drip of liquid juice excreting from his well fucked hole with every back and forth plunge.
Theo watched Flex fuck Richard closely. Standing beside him, he had a great view of Flex's washboard stomach as his dick slid in and out of the hole. He loved Richard's reaction every time Flex's dick dug too deeply, his face scrunching in sheer pain as his asshole was fucked like pussy. "Beat that hole up, man..., don't show him any mercy!"
Flex picked up the pace, fucking much harder than he normal would his girlfriends as he piston his dick through Richard's body. Richard felt his asshole giving up the fight as the swollen sphincter muscles relaxed and drooped open, allowing total carnage to its cum lined anal track. Flex was able to pulverize the hole with no resistance, his pelvis slapping repeatedly into the bound man's ass like a paddle, punishing him with every inward stab as his dick.
"Shit..., I'm gettin' close...!" he warned, breathing harder as he fucked faster.
"Give it to him, man! Fuck that ass! Shoot your load inside that pussy! Mix it in with mine..., make him know what it felt like to be Devon!" said Theo, stepping in closer as his torso touched against Flex's arm.
Flex felt the body contact and went overboard, fucking Richard without a care as he hammered his dick through his hole with piston force. Sensing Flex's climax, Theo reached up and rubbed his hand across his roommate's well defined chest, feeling his bare skin. Flex glanced over at his hommie, wondering where Theo was going with this? Theo leaned in closer as his eyes fell down to the space where Flex's dick met with Rich's ass. He watched the dick slam in and out, the entire shaft coated in his own essence. Without saying another word he reached up and tweaked Flex's nipple, sending the basketball player over the top as Flex threw his head back and closed his eyes.
"Oh shit..., I'm cummin'...!!" he exclaimed, shooting his load as he continued driving his dick back and forth, seeding Richard's cummy insides with every stroke. "AWWW fuck...! AWWW shit...! Fuck...!" he cursed as the cum shot out of him. Richard could feel his asshole growing sloppy with second, the added cream making his innards overflow with seed.
Theo broke contact as Flex quickly came down from his high. He stopped pumping, leaving his dick buried for a few seconds as he collected his thoughts. Once he calmed down, he slowly removed his dick, allowing it to fall wetly from Richard's over seeded hole.
"That was good..." encouraged Theo, patting his buddy on the back. "...that asshole won't forget that fucking for as long as it lives...!"
"I bet!" agreed Flex, pushing Richard's legs up to see his ravished hole. The anus had definitely seen better days as it lay swollen, beaten, and dripping a double dose of spent semen. He let Rich's legs fall off the end of the gurney before removing the rubber gloves bounding his wrists overhead.
Richard was slow to rise up on the gurney, sitting upright on his sore buttock. He said nothing to the two men as he slowly ripped the tape from his mouth, removing the spit soaked gauze.
"You better PRAY nothing happens to Devon...!" threatened Theo, grabbing Richard by the neck as he got up close in his face. "If he dies..., the fucking we just gave you will look like a kiddie party compared to what we'll do next!"
Theo pushed Richard away as the gurney rolled several feet. Richard slithered down off the table as he began retrieving his clothes. Theo and Flex had finished dressing when they headed for the door, congratulating each other for taking up for their friend.
Richard Wedlaw limped sorely from the room after getting dressed, his asshole too sore to walk straight as he made his way out the back exit...
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