YMCA Black Attack

YMCA Black Attack, Part Two, by Skorpio

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Part Two

Harsh voices roused Sal from a deep sleep in the small hours of the night. He found himself on his stomach, unable to move. Sneaker laces around his wrists and ankles bound him to the corners of the bed frame, spread-eagling his long limbs.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, wriggling against his bonds in vain.

A garish neon light filtering through the narrow window silhouetted a group of huddled figures, maybe six or more. Their eyes gleamed in the ruddy darkness like jungle cats.

One of the shadows growled in the young guido's ear: "Rise and shine, pretty boy. It's party time!"

"Who are you? What's going on?" Sal demanded. This could not be happening.

"You're new here," jeered another voice. "We're the welcoming committee!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, let this be a nightmare," Sal prayed silently, wishing he had pleased his mother by attending mass more often.

"Welcome to the YMCA!"

"Wh-why are you d-doing this?" stammered Sal. "I don't have any money. I swear!"

"We don't want yo' money!"

"What do you want ? "

As soon as those words fell from his lips, Sal wished he had not uttered them. He did not want to know. He was scared out of his wits, more frightened than ever before in his life.

"We want yo' ass!"

"My ---?" Sal gulped.

"Is you deaf? This is a party, and you the fuckin' guest of honor. Get the drift?"

Only now did Sal actually realize what was at stake - what these moolies were planning. But why? Why would they do such a vile thing? Why him?

"We seen you flashin' that sweet white ass all around the place," the surly voice went on. "We know what you want, faggot!"

Beads of sweat raced down Sal's muscular, V-shaped back. His heart pounded in terror as a pair of large hands groped his naked buttocks and pulled the cheeks apart.

"I'm not a faggot, I'm not," Sal whimpered. His feeble protest was drowned by a chorus of raucous jeers and crude catcalls.

"You white, ain't you?"

When Sal did not reply, fingers reached between his thick thighs, seizing him by the balls. Sal yelped in agony as his testicles were squeezed.

"Don't defy me, boy! I'll rip yo' nuts off and feed `em to you! Answer me! Is... you... white?"

"Okay, yes, yes! I'm white!" Sal babbled. "What does that have to do with it?"

"Then, you a pussy!"

"No-o-o-o-o..." Sal groaned.

Amid coarse laughter Sal heard the ominous sound of zippers coming down, belts unbuckling, and the rustle of shirts and trousers being shed.

One of the moolies climbed onto the bed and straddled Sal. Something hard as steel, smooth as silk, hot as a pipe, poked the cleft of Sal's firm, round cheeks. It pushed against Sal's pink rosebud rectum like a battering ram.

Sal hollered in pain, suddenly impaled.

"Someone shut this bitch up!"

A strong hand seized Sal's jaw like a vice, forcing open his mouth, while another stuffed it with a rank athletic sock.

"Ohhhh, shittt!" said the man on top of Sal, thrusting deep, moving like a piston with increasing force, faster and faster. "The pussy is tight! Awwww, shittt!"

"Fuck that faggot!!!"

"Fuck that cunt!"

"Fuck that cracker!"

The only sounds Sal could utter were inarticulate grunts and moans. For the next hour or two, an eternity it seemed, Sal's hole was pummeled. He lost count how many hard cocks pulled out only to be replaced by another.

One by one they mounted him like stallions taking turns with a mare. Over and over, they plunged their long, thick tools into his guts, drilling hard, relentlessly. The more Sal struggled, the fiercer they fucked.

Brutal. Savage. Ruthless.

Rough hands mauled his chest, tugging his tender nipples. On and on it went, cocks and hands and jeering voices in the dark until the pain and humiliation felt almost pleasurable.

Shame. Pain. Pleasure.

"Talk shit now, bitch!"

"Always wanted to fuck a cracker! "

"He ain't so uppity with a dick in his white ass!"

"Caspar gonna pay!"

Sal lost all track of time. Oblivion swept over him like a tidal wave, drowning his thoughts. Like a dying ember, his spirit sputtered and went out.

After a long, dark continuum of nothingness, Sal woke to daylight. He was alone. He was still bound to the bed frame, but the sock in his mouth had been removed. His body ached from head to toe.

Lest his assailants come back for more, Sal refrained from crying out. He was certain they would return, sooner or later. Why else leave him trussed up like this?

Reliving the terror and pain, Sal pressed his face into the mattress, soiled with sperm, sweat, tears, and saliva, sobbing mournfully.

It was then he heard a hesitant knock at the door.

"Sal, you in there?"

Sal recognized the familiar voice at once! It was Mario! Thank God! The cavalry had arrived at last!

"I'm in here!!! Help me!!!" he called out.

"What the fuck?" Mario gasped, seeing his friend face-down and naked, limbs stretched out, wrists and ankles tied to the corners. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What the fuck happened to you???"

Mario was a handsome, young Sicilian with black wavy hair, dark brows, and stubble on his cheeks. A wifebeater showed off his hirsute chest. He clutched a large, brown paper sack stuffed with clothes.

"Hurry up and untie me!" pleaded Sal.

"Who did this?" exclaimed Mario, gaping incredulously.

"Niggers!"

"What? You gotta be shitting me!"

"I'm tellin' you, it was niggers, man! They did this! They're animals, dude! Now, untie me!"

"Not so fast," Mario stalled. "There's something you're not telling me."

"Dude, will you just untie me? I gotta get out of here."

"Like I said, not so fast," Mario repeated. "Tell me everything that happened."

"Dude, I'll tell you once we get out of here."

"No, Sal," stated Mario, firmly. "I don't think so. Just tell me what happened."

"It was a bunch of niggers. They stole my shit. Then, they broke in here and tied me up. That's what happened."

"What exactly did they do?"

"They... they..." stammered Sal. Words failed him.

"You can tell me. I wanna know what those niggers did to my friend. Whatever it was, you got to talk about it, or it will eat you up inside. You can trust me."

Mario's tone was solicitous, comforting, like he really cared, but the smirk on his face told a different story.

"They raped me!!! Okay? " Sal blurted. "They raped me! They RAPED me!!!"

"You're saying you let a bunch of moolies rape you?"

"I didn't LET them!"

"Are you sure you didn't ask for it?"

"What?"

"I'm saying, maybe you wanted it."

"Don't play with me. I told you what happened! Now, hurry it up, and untie me before they come back! We've gotta get out of here!"

"I'm gonna untie you," Mario spoke assuringly. "But we gotta talk about something first. There's a question I always wanted to ask you, but I never did because I figured you would just lie to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you queer?"

"What??? Are you crazy? No. No!!!!"

"I wanna believe you, Sal. Really, I do. We've been friends for how long? Since we were kids, right? We did everything together. I even gave you a job at my old man's pizza shop. We're like brothers."

"That's right," Sal acknowledged.

"That's why I gotta know," said Mario. "Brothers shouldn't have no secrets, am I right? If you're a homo, at least be man enough to tell me."

"I'm not a homo, Mario. I'm NOT."

"It's like this," Mario elaborated. "I've never seen you with a lot of chicks. So, I've always wondered if you even liked girls. I gotta know. Are you a fag?"

"Hell, no. Untie me!"

"I don't know, Sal. No girlfriends. Lifting weights, hanging out in the steam room so much. I just don't know. We shared a room one summer, remember, before your step-brother came along. I get undressed in front of you. Were you checking me out that whole time?"

"Stop joking!"

"It's no joke. I saw you looking at my salsiccia."

Sal grit his teeth. Where was this coming from? He never copped a glance at Mario's piece. Not really. Well, maybe once. But only to compare. Only to see if he was not alone in being undersized.

"Did you like what you saw, Sal? Did my cock make your mouth water? I had a chick tell me that once, just before I rammed it down her throat."

"Cut it out, Mario. Stop playing! I don't give a shit about your cock."

"So you're saying my sausage isn't good enough for you, is that it? "

"Fuck you."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot. You like monkey meat. "

Nothing Mario said was making sense. He was just being an asshole. No surprise. Mario always had a cruel streak.

The only thing that mattered now was getting free.

"Tell you what," suggested Mario. "I'll make you a deal. I'll get you out of here if you do something for me."

"Alright! Whatever!"

"You said that so fast. Don't you wanna know what I want, first?"

"I don't care. "

"That's what I hoped you'd say."

"What do you mean?"

"If you want me to untie you, all you gotta do is blow me. Simple as that!"

"What?"

"You heard me. Give me a blowjob, and you're home free."

"I'm not sucking your cock! I told you, I'm not a faggot!"

"Have it your own way, then," Mario shrugged, edging toward the door. "Your new friends should be back soon. Have fun!"

"Alright, alright," Sal surrendered with a sob. "I'll do it, okay? You don't leave me no choice."

Mario positioned himself at the head of the bed and unzipped his pants. A moment later, his plump, uncircumcised cock and hairy, heavy testicles dangled in front of Sal's face.

"Blow me!"

Sal sighed a deep breath of resignation. He didn't want to do this, but what choice did he have? If he didn't do what Mario demanded, the niggers were certain to return, and he could not go through that again. Anything but that.

The helpless guido squeezed shut his eyes and opened wide his mouth. Mario's manhood passed between Sal's lips and began to swell.

"Unhhhhhh!" Mario grunted, feeling Sal's mouth embrace his meat. "Suck it!"

Sal gagged on his friend's cock.

"Unhhhh, mmmm,," murmured Mario. "That feels nice. Yahhh! Suck that cock, Sally-boy. Suck it good!"

Sal tuned out Mario's voice and focused on getting the job done, whatever it took to put this entire ordeal behind him.

Mario's heavy nuts banged against Sal's chin as he thrust .There was nothing Mario liked more than a good blowjob.

"Awwww, shit, yahhh, awww shit, yahhh!"

Without warning hot, salty sperm flooded Sal's mouth. It was thick, gooey, disgusting.

"Don't disappoint me, Sal," said Mario. "Swallow it!"

"I did it, okay?" Sal gasped, choking on the viscous fluid.

"Yahhh, you sucked it good," said Mario, breathing hard. "But I'm not done with you yet."

"I did what you wanted. Okay? I did it! "

"You really are a dumb fuck!" Mario roared, stuffing his cock inside his pants. "That was the best blowjob I ever had!"

"Dude, I did what you wanted. We had a deal!"

"And you did good. Better than good! That was fucking incredible! But I got a special treat for you!"

"Noooo," Sal groaned.

"Yo, Tony, you can come in now!"

Sal's eyes bugged out as his eighteen year old step-brother appeared in the doorway. Tony was the last person he wanted to see.

Although unrelated by blood, Sal and Tony shared a certain resemblance. Tony also had a Roman profile and the chiseled body of a Renaissance sculpture. His short-sleeved shirt clung to his shoulders, arms, and chest. A gold chain encircled his throat.

"I always figured you for a pussy," Tony snorted, "but I had no idea you were a cocksucker!"

"I'm NOT a cocksucker!"

"How can you say that after what you just did?"

"Let's put it to the test," suggested Mario, sparking a cigarette. "Do for Tony what you did for me, and we'll set you free."

"Or we can leave you here," Tony shrugged, "if that's what you prefer. I'm sure your jungle buddies aren't finished with you. Or you can blow me like you did Mario."

"Sal REALLY knows how to suck a cock," said Mario.

Tony shucked off his shirt. Like Mario, his chest and armpits were hairy. Black curls trailed from his navel, disappearing below the waistband of his jeans.

"Mario's not the only one who caught you staring," said Tony, rubbing his crotch. "I've seen you looking at me too."

"Please, don't go there," Sal whimpered. "I never looked at you like that. I told you. I'm not gay. I'm NOT!"

"You sucked Mario."

"He didn't give me a choice! I have to get out of here!"

"Whatever," Tony shrugged with indifference.

"I love blowjobs. You're obviously a cocksucker. I think you owe me that much."

Tony lowered his pants, sliding them down until his cock sprung free. It dangled before Sal's face.

"Don't do this, Tony!"

"This is how it's gonna be," said Tony, as his eighteen year old cock began to swell with anticipation. "You're gonna blow me just like you did for Mario. If you don't, we WILL leave you here. Maybe those moolies raped you or maybe they didn't. I don't fucking care. All I know is you sucked off Mario, so you can do the same for me!"

Tony pressed his warm, chunky cock against Sal's pursed lips.

"This is wrong," Sal pleaded.

"What's wrong is you're a god-damn fanook. I wanna hear you beg for my cock."

"Don't make me do this, please, I'm begging you!"

"That's a little better," Tony snickered. "Beg some more."

"You got the right idea," Mario chimed in. "Make the cocksucker beg. He wants it."

"You heard the man," said Tony. "You're not going anywhere until you convince me you want to suck my cock."

Sal did not know what else to do. He could not believe his step-brother was making him do this.

"Alright, I'm begging you."

"What do you want from me?"said Tony.

Mario's harsh laughter echoed off the walls.

"I said, what do you want from me?" demanded Tony.

"I want to suck your cock," said Sal, softly.

"I didn't hear you. Louder!"

"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK!"

"Tell me why."

"So I can get the hell outta here."

"Wrong answer."

Tony hawked a loogie. The slime ran down Sal's face.

"You're really pathetic, you know that? I think you want to suck my cock because I'm a man and you're not. Try again."

Sal knew what he had to say.

"I want to suck your cock because you're a man and I'm not."

"You want to suck my big, beautiful cock?"

"Yes, your big, beautiful cock."

"That's better! Are you a fag?"

"You know I'm NOT!"

"What did you say?"

"Okay. Whatever. I'm a fag. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Pretty much. What do you think, Mario, is Sal a fag?"

"He's a fag," said Mario. "Not to mention a nigger lover! That's what bugs me the most! I think he prefers his jungle buddies to us. He gave them his ass. All we're asking for is a blowjob."

"Is that right?" added Tony. "Would you rather be sucking off your nigger friends? Think you're too good for us?"

Again, Tony spit on his step-brother.

"Nooo," Sal groaned.

"Then, suck my cock!"

Broken and shattered, Sal unset his jaw to receive his younger brother's meat. Tony grabbed Sal by the hair and pumped for fifteen minutes until he shot a load.

Tony's cum had a garlic flavor.

Said Tony to Mario, "I didn't want to believe it, but you were right. He really IS a fag!"

Sal protested, "You made me do it!"

"No one made you suck cock," Tony asserted. "That was your decision! It was always your decision! What do you think, Mario? If you were in Sal's place, would you suck a cock?"

`Hell, no!"

"Me, neither! I'd die before I sucked a cock!"

"I did what you wanted," Sal whined. "Untie me!"

"What should we do?" said Tony. "Should we untie him?"

"Nahhh, I don't think so," Mario rejoined. "I don't want to be seen with a cocksucking nigger-lover."

Tony buttoned up his trousers and slipped into his tee shirt.

"Let's book," said Mario.

"Don't go! Don't leave me like this," Sal entreated.

"Later," Tony chuckled. "Tell your friends we stopped by!"

They took with them the sack of clothes, leaving the door wide open.

"Don't go, don't go! I did what you wanted..."

If there was a silver lining to this dark cloud, it was that Sal was laying face down. Neither Mario nor Tony saw that Sal's cock was stiff, five inches hard, pressed between Sal's groin and the mattress.

Was Tony right? With a shudder, Sal began to realize it might be true. Maybe he was a cocksucking faggot after all.

To be concluded in Part Three...