Pink Hackeysack Part 8

“So what are we getting? Big meat combo?”

“Two of those and a Hawaiian and a Sausage Supreme”

Jason and Mr. Golden were stripped, sitting around the kitchen table smoking cigars and drinking expensive scotch. Between them on the table lay the pistol that Royal had used to fuck my mouth. I was naked too, on the floor between Mr. Golden’s husky thighs, lapping at his big hairy nuts. Every now and then he’d slosh a little of his drink over the bulging skin sack, giving me a treat to lap up, although being able to take his fat meatballs in my toothless mouth was already a major treat for me. He’d had me start at his toes and work my way up his legs, dousing himself with scotch all the way up so that by now I was a little loopy. They were discussing their plans for the evening and as they spoke I could sense that Jason was getting irritated by the muscular man’s assumption that he could use me for his own pleasure. I wasn’t sure what bothered him more: Mr. Golden’s getting off my face or my getting off on his fantastic body.

They had ordered the pizzas, instructing that they be delivered to a secluded address a few blocks away. DeRoi and Emilio were waiting in my car at the head of the street to ambush the unsuspecting Evans.

“I can’t believe you’re letting that faggot lick all over you like that.” Jason finally sneered.

Golden grabbed me by the ears and lifted his legs, pushing me toward his asshole. “Eat!” he commanded. “I think your buddy here is jealous, Dick. Dick Less. That’s your name now isn’t it?”

I grunted affirmation as I lapped at the slick black hairs of his butthole.

He laughed and sipped his drink. “He wanted to cut your tongue out. Did you know that? I told him it would be a fucking waste of talent.”

“Fuck you.” Jason was drunk.

“Not likely but I’ll let you have a go at that bitch Evans after I hack his dick off. You need to relax Jason boy. It’s just sex.”

“I’m straight, fucker”

“So what? As long as this pig knows he’s a pig and I’m a man, what difference does it make? I’ll tell you one thing. You’ll never find a slut who can suck dick like this queer. God knows I’ve looked for one.”

“I’ll stick to pussy, thanks.”

What I wouldn’t have given to be sucking on Jason’s asshole as I was now doing to Mr. Golden. In the time we had been together he had never even allowed me to get a good look at it. He paraded his bubble ass naked in front of me all the time but it was all muscle and the crack was a tight smooth groove, never spreading to bare a glimpse at the treasure within. Sometimes he let me eat his unflushed dump from the toilet and that was always the highlight of my day, but when I begged him to let me wipe his asshole with my tongue he always answered, “That hole’s not for you, faggot. I’m straight.”

Finally DeRoi and Emilio burst through the back door with J.B. Evans struggling between them. Emilio balanced a stack of pizza boxes in his strong arms. Evans’ shirt had been ripped off and cotton clothesline had been used to tie his hands behind his back, then looped across his chest and down between his legs. His fly was open and his big cock flopped loose as the men shoved him into the room, his eyes and mouth duct-taped shut.

As soon as he saw the boy Golden jumped to his feet and slugged him hard in the stomach, instantly enraged. DeRoi and Emilio pushed J.B. to the floor and descended on the food ripping the white boxes open and stuffing hot slices in their mouths.

“Fuck. I’m starved,” Emilio grunted between cheesy mouthfuls, “That sure as fuck wasn’t thirty minutes. This shit oughtta be free.”

“It is free you asswipe,” DeRoi laughed. “Did you pay the bitch?” He looked at Mr. Golden. “What are you going to do with this faggot? Kill him?”

Golden answered, “That depends on him. I have a score to settle with Mr. Evans. If he doesn’t give me any trouble he’ll get out of this alive.”

I knelt in shame inches from Evans, afraid to look at him. Whatever his undeserved punishment would be, I was going to suffer as well. Jason and DeRoi knew, if Mr. Golden didn’t, that Evans had never done anything to the man. I had been hoping that there would be some sort of mock trial and that J.B. would get a chance to protest his innocence. I had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that his sincerity might sway the revengeful Mr.Golden before the evil man had a chance to whack off the youngster’s penis. Now I realized that with his mouth taped up, Evans might never get a chance to speak.

When they had eaten their fill, Mr. Golden picked up the pistol and ordered his henchmen to strip down and take Evans to the basement. Jason wanted me to stay upstairs but Golden insisted that I accompany them with the ice bucket, the scotch and the glasses. Again I could see that Jason was getting fed up with the imperious warehouse boss. He fumed, but said nothing.

Downstairs Evans’ jeans were cut off him and when he stood naked, still bound by the clothesline, Golden had DeRoi and Emilio steady the boy between them. He ripped off the duct tape covering his mouth. Evans started to scream but Golden placed the pistol in his open mouth. “SHUT UP OR DIE NOW,” he demanded.

Evans froze, then began to whimper, pleading unintelligibly to be let go. It was clear he was terrified. A tear slid down his cheek from beneath the duct tape covering his eyes.

“Shhhhh…..” Golden whispered, “Just shut up and suck…” Evans started to beg again but Golden repeated, “Suck…” and the boy began to suck on the gun in a way that betrayed his lack of experience with long hard objects poking at his tonsils. “You fucked me, didn’t you?” The confused boy started furiously shaking his head, his gleaming locks swaying about his frightened face. “Yes, yes you did, SAY IT.” He withdrew the gun from the trembling lips and shot into the ceiling. Everyone jumped. Then the hot shaft was thrust back into the sucking face and Evans nodded with desperate energy.

“And now you’re sorry and you want to suffer for it, don’t you?” Again Evans nodded- anything not to hear the gun discharge again.

“You want to give me something, don’t you?”

It was clear that Evans would have given anything to escape his current predicament. He was nodding his head as Golden ripped the duct tape from his eyes and the astonished boy realized it was his former boss tormenting him.

The scene froze momentarily, the bound frightened youth shaking with fear as he continued to suck the weapon held by the naked erect thirty year old stud. Golden’s dark eyes blazed. Every muscle on his prizefighter build tensed, his pride of black curls sweeping down his chest and belly to a bank of ebony hair surrounding his massive swollen prick.

“I’m going to take your dick, faggot”. Before Evans could even register his horror Golden pistol-whipped him across both sides of his face, stunning him, then the mighty man ordered me to my knees in front of Evans.

“Suck it hard. I want it full throttle and ready to cum.”

I opened my mouth and took in the beautiful dick while its owner was still unconscious. It responded with a life of its own, unable to resist the smooth tender slickness of my suck. As I blew him, tears rolled down my cheeks. I thought to myself that I could still save him, but I wondered it that was even true. DeRoi and Emilio already knew that he was innocent. They were the ones who had forced me to name him. If I recanted that accusation in front of them who would be believed? For that matter Jason knew it too. Mr. Golden’s prick was rock hard and sweat beaded his forehead. He was a sadist, delighting in ruining the handsome youngster for its own sake as well as in his revenge. Jason stepped up holding a propane torch, his huge erection bobbing between his legs. Evans slowly stirred.

When he remembered his situation he panicked and started to lose his hard-on. Emilio slapped the duct tape back over his mouth. In one strong hand Mr Golden held a huge pair of gleaming garden shears. He put his other arm over the boy’s shoulder and nibbled at his ear. “You fucked me once, but when you’re my bitch, you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want, won’t you?” He slapped the young man’s testicles with the shears, playfully, like a lover.

Evans was losing his battle with his dick. Despite himself it roared up as hard as it had been when I sucked him for money. With his cock stuffing my mouth I was excited too, but I tried to focus on what was actually happening, desperately trying to think of some way to save the boy’s cock.

Then it was too late.

As Evans bucked and twisted in the strong arms of his captors, his meat organ bloated in my mouth with the heat of his coming shot. It blocked my throat, cutting off my air. I held it, waiting for the blast. Mr. Golden took the shears in both hands, spread the gleaming blades wide and took the young prick between them. I watched the razor teeth bite into the swollen shaft. Blood oozed over the steel, dripping to the floor. Then with a powerful jerk of his fists he cut the boy’s dick from his body. It hung in my throat as blood-soaked semen sprayed over my face. Then Jason stepped up and with great relish, applied the propane torch to the bleeding stub. The torch was even more painful than the cutting, and, as the boy howled, Emilio and DeRoi dropped him to the floor where he rolled in agony.

I let the severed cock fall from my jaw. Once again I had let my corruption boil over into someone else’s life. I hadn’t even tried to help him. Was it simply fear that silenced me, or had I anticipated the lovely cock’s destruction with the same sadistic pleasure as Jason and Mr. Golden?

He dropped the shears and bent over to take the swollen purple meat from the dirty floor. His big butt rounds revealed the furry ass-crack that had made my mouth water in his office. Disgusted as I was, it excited me. More than being the captives of these brutal men, Evans and I were at the mercy of the lust they stirred in me

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I don’t know if Evans even heard him as Mr. Golden rubbed the severed penis across his duct-taped mouth and said softly, “I can make you eat this. Is that what you want?” Evans writhed in pain only barely acknowledging the threat. Then the husky warehouse owner crossed to a work table and deposited the bleeding prick into the ice bucket.

“It will live for an hour. Then it will be dead forever. If you make it to the hospital it could be sewn back on and you could go on with your life. I could make that happen, but first you’ll have to agree to let me fuck you. Me and these guys. Fuck you in the ass. And that pretty mouth is going to have to suck dick too. The sooner we start, the better chance you have of saving your peter. Deal?”

Golden had finally gotten through to him. I remembered what Evans had told me, “My ass is just for taking a shit,” but now he nodded eagerly, willing to make any sacrifice for the slender hope that his prick could be restored. DeRoi and Emilio yanked him to his feet. Golden used the shears to cut through his bonds.

“No ropes. You have to give your ass and mouth willingly or you eat your dick. Understood?” The boy nodded but his tormentor ripped the duct tape from his lips and said, “Say it. I can fuck you.”

“Yes, fuck me, please and I’ll suck dick too, just please be quick.”

The work table was pulled away from the wall and Evans was bent over it. Emilio went to the other side and Golden pressed himself against the boy’s ass, pushing his hands into the boy’s shoulder blades, forcing him down. Evans spread his muscular arms across the table and looked up at Emilio’s long brown prick, opening his mouth for the sacrifice as Mr. Golden spat on his own dick. I could see that the dickless boy was no longer trying to understand the reason for this brutality. He simply wanted it to end.

A roar of pure lust bellowed from the beefcake rapist’s throat as the fat cock head began its luxurious invasion of the straight boy’s asshole. Evans’ cry was a small dry whine making his eyes and mouth gape as Emilio pushed his dick into soft tonsils. He laced his fingers into Evans’ long curls and held him as Golden’s club forced its way into the virgin butt.

Triumphantly, he ripped his full twelve inches into the shuddering victim.

I could see he wanted it. Snot fumed from his nostrils and sweat sodded his backside as he screwed the ass from side to side, never withdrawing an inch of his male weapon. His handsome face glowed, the long-lashed eyelids fluttering with coming satisfaction.

Emilio, though, was embarrassed. He had no desire for the mouth he raped. He and DeRoi were as much Golden’s victims as the young man whose masculinity was being ground to garbage by the virile men.

Jason was fascinated. He still held the torch, blazing away in his fist, his eyes nailed to the tormented, blushing face of the raped man.

Emilio didn’t cum but Golden’s muscular frame shook with his orgasm as he drenched the tight rectum with his angry seed. With each buck and spasm his staccato laughter shot forth as Evans’ own sobs were choked by the dick in his throat.

When he pulled his long, shit-covered prick from the boy’s bleeding ass, Emilio took his place and DeRoi stuffed his manhood into the youngster’s throat. I couldn’t believe I was watching two hunky heterosexuals rutting on a third as straight as they. It was the worst insult a straight stud could put on another. They had taken his penis and now they were turning his asshole into a cunt, his mouth into a pussy. With their powerful heaving erections they were turning a straight man into a woman. Or rather, into the most disgusting thing they knew: a fruit like me.

Mr. Golden was panting his pleasure. Wordlessly he gave his still hard tool to my mouth. I lapped the shit and blood from it then he turned and gave me his ass to lick as he smiled at Jason and watched the rape.

My young master was rock hard. He was trembling, he was so excited. He had searched J.B.’s jeans and found his cell phone. Flipping through the memory, he found woman’s name and dialed the number then held the phone up to Evans as the young man sucked DeRoi’s long black dick.

Faintly I heard a woman’s voice, “J.B.? Is that you? Hello? Hello?” She must have seen his number on her caller I.D. Evans jerked with anguish at the voice but DeRoi shouted, “Suck my big dick, you queer” and she hung up quickly.

Jason dialed again and when she answered, he said, “Hi, J.B. asked me to call to tell you he wouldn’t be able to fuck you anymore. He couldn’t call himself because he’s busy sucking on a niggerdick. He’s a faggot now.” Then he thrust the phone at the dick-plugged youngster on the work table. “Tell her.”

DeRoi backed off and Evans gasped for air into the phone. “Hello, Annie. It’s true. I’m a cocksucker now,” then DeRoi jammed himself deep into the boy’s throat. Jason brought the phone to his lips and said, “But if you need a man, baby, I’m always available.” She must have hung up and Jason pitched the phone across the room, his fat erection slapping his thighs as he doubled over with laughter.

The two ex-cons went through the motions of a double fuck. I don’t think Emilio had cum when he backed off and motioned to his young black partner to take his place at the victim’s asshole. DeRoi was beginning to enjoy himself. With every stroke he brought his dark cockhead to the lip of the boy’s sphincter muscle and then shoved it all the way into his bowels. He finally finished, pulling out and shooting his wad across the boy’s ass.

“Don’t you want to fuck him, Jason, my boy?” Golden asked while I licked his ass. “Or are you really that straight?”

Jason hesitated. He whispered, “Are you really going to let him go? Don’t you want to kill him?”

Mr. Golden was not surprised. He bared his teeth in a smile of complicity. “I’d rather not shoot him in front of witnesses.”

Jason was wild-eyed. “I’ll do it. I’ll fuck him and do it with my bare hands.”

“Now that- would be something to see.”

Evans was oblivious to this conversation. He lay still across the work table, blood trickling from his torn asshole, his back heaving with the deep breaths he took. I think he was in shock.

Jason motioned at DeRoi and Emilio. “Tell them to wait outside.”

Golden picked up the gun, ordering the two ex-cons to get dressed and wait in the car. Then he stepped between J.B.’s legs and penetrated him again, holding the gun barrel at the boy’s temple while he raped him.. J.B. did nothing to stop him. He fucked the boy while I licked the sweat from his own hairy asshole.

“Let me cum in him again and then you can do what you want,” he told Jason. “Will you be able to take care of him after?”

Jason nodded, his dickhead drooling with eagerness to get at the boy’s ass. “Yeah, I’ve got a place all ready.” He looked at me between Mr. Golden’s buns. “It’s deep enough for two,” he said. “Tonight’s the night.”

I wasn’t going to be Jason’s first human victim after all. I was going to have to watch him make final love to this handsome boy. But it wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t stop them from dicking the helpless youth but I wasn’t going to let them kill him. As far as I’d come in my debasement, as far as I’d separated from the rest of humanity there must have been some tiny shred of human decency left in my blackened soul. Or was it jealousy?

Golden shot his wad and fell across the boy. “You’ve been a good little bitch. Do you want your dick now?” he whispered into Evans’ ear.

J.B. choked up as he tried to speak, “Yes. Get me to the hospital. There’s still time. Please.”

“Sure. There’s time. Here.” Golden reached across the work table and fished the prick out of the ice water. He pitched it to the end of the long table out of the boy’s reach.

As Evans stretched his fingers to reclaim his lost manhood, Golden opened fire; The first bullet ripped off the fat head and the dick bounced a foot in the air. With two more shots he smoked the beautiful cock to a meat paste, like ripping open a blood sausage. He dismounted, backing off and knocking me on my ass as he dragged the screaming boy by his long hair and thrust him with one powerful arm at Jason’s feet. “He’s yours. Fuck him and kill him.”

The shock of seeing his dick destroyed had pushed Evans over the edge. He was balled up on the floor sobbing. As Jason knelt between his legs, I spoke up.

“There’s a room upstairs. Full of your stuff. Jason has it locked up.”

Jason froze. He turned to me, his features spread with amazed disbelief.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He swatted me across the jaw and I sprawled flat.

“What?” Golden asked. He seemed unconcerned, mildly bewildered but intrigued.

“TV’s, DVD players, all your stuff…”

Jason pounced and would have crushed my skull with his bare foot if Golden hadn’t pulled him off me. “What the fuck is he saying?” he demanded.

“All stuff of yours they stole from the warehouse. Jason’s in on it. Evans never was. He’s innocent. They’re fucking with you.”

“Give me that gun,” Jason roared at Mr. Golden. “This fag has lived too long.”

“Fuck you. FUCK YOU. YOU BITCH.” Golden swung at the boy with the gun, but Jason dodged him.

“He’s lying. I swear. He’s just trying to stop me from screwing this fuck. He’s a fag. He wants my dick for himself.” Jason was frightened, desperate. Golden narrowed his eyes and considered the situation.

“Fine. Let’s go upstairs and look. You first.”

Jason shrugged and they started up together. At the top of the stairs Jason turned on Golden and threw himself at the man. The warehouse boss got a shot off but it missed and Jason knocked the gun from his hands sending it flying across the basement. They rolled down the stairs in each other’s arms.

Jason was injured. He had landed badly, Mr. Golden’s heavy frame atop him.

My heart breaking as I watched Jason’s beautiful face pummeled by the muscular man’s furious fists, I picked up the gun and crawled to Evans. I placed the dick of death into the hands of the dickless boy.

Golden saw what I had done, he stretched himself to his full six feet, his arms, shoulders and chest knotted with fury, as he leaped across the tiny room.

With one shot between the eyes Evans brought down the charging rapist.

I helped him to his feet. I broke down. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I bawled. Evans still had no idea what my role in his ordeal had been and he recovered himself enough to put his arms around me and hold me while I shook. “Come on,” he said. “”I’ve got to get to the hospital. Maybe there’s still something they can do.”

At the bottom of the stairs lay my beautiful broken god. His neck was twisted unnaturally and blood matted his golden curls. He didn’t seem to be breathing, but his eyelashes fluttered.

“He’s alive,” I said.

“Only barely. He won’t make it. Wait a minute.” Evans picked up the bloody shears from the floor and without hesitation cut Jason’s still engorged prick from his body.

“We’ll take this with us. I’ll tell them it’s mine.”

I couldn’t believe this mad hope. He held the relic of Jason’s golden flesh as I watched the life blood flow from my beautiful master’s loins.

I looked at Evans. “It won’t work. It could kill you. There are all sorts of reasons, blood types- it would take a miracle.

“So it will take a miracle. Don’t you believe in God?”

How could I deny it? The desperate boy held the god I had prayed to between his trembling fingers.