Pink Hackeysack Part 4

[Violence]

It was two days before the cuts were sufficiently closed to allow me to remove the bandages I had applied when I got home. Mr. Golden had sent the papers necessary for the disbursement of my retirement funds with instructions for me to sign them while the courier waited. Among the papers was a power-of-attorney authorizing Mr. Golden to dispose of my assets- all monies and property including but not limited to my house and car, in the interest of Jason R, purportedly in appreciation for the “good services he has rendered me.” I was astounded at the young man’s boldness in assuming that I would just turn everything over to him. But then he knew that I had protected him when he castrated me, lying to the police about an S&M encounter that had gone too far. He somehow knew me, that I would be willing to give up everything to him, and of course I was. I would never pretend that I had not authorized the removal of my nuts. “Do it,” I had said, eagerly submitting to the young man’s whim. What was a house compared to a man’s testicles?

I was taken to city hall to apply for my name change- a much more routine process than I had thought. Mr. Golden had probably greased the way. It was evident he was working with Jason for whatever purpose. Perhaps he intended to take a share of the money as payment for the thefts I had sponsored. I had always felt tremendous guilt for my part in the crimes but penis-hunger ruled me; no matter how transitory the pleasure or how loathsome it made me feel, I knew that I would always grovel to straight men and assist them in any corruption.

Back home, I felt lost. I was beginning to feel that I no longer knew who or what I was. Jobless, dickless and alone, everything I once owned including my body now the property of Jason and Mr. G. My future, if any, was entirely in the hands of my tormentors. I drank constantly and spent hours not thinking, rocking naked on a giant dildo in front of the television set while constant videos of heterosexual lust played before my eyes- beefy straight studs fucking, shooting off, getting sucked, shooting off, their big dicks mocking me, the monster obsession of my every waking moment, the phallic centerpiece of every nightmare. When a thought managed to creep into my sodden brain it was that I wanted to be dicked to death.

I felt no resentment, only blind adoration toward Jason and Erich and even Mr. Golden who had slashed my face pitifully. I knew that I had deserved everything that had happened. I knew that whatever came would be my fault as well. Still I was afraid. And so I drank, and fucked myself and rocked. But always cold sweat drenched my armpits and trickled down my savaged face.

I spent three days on the floor that way, surrounded by empty bottles and beer cans, only moving to use the bathroom or occasionally to open a can of food. Near midnight on the third day as I sat in the dark staring at a young man’s tight asshole as his buttcheeks flexed his slurpy dick in and out of a whore’s cunt, I was startled by a crashing sound at the back of the house. It could only be the sound of the kitchen door kicked in by powerful feet and I wondered which of them it was.

In a moment they stood before me, three of them, two hulking black men and a Latino. Even in the dark I knew them: Royal Adams, DeRoi Washington, and Emilio Juarez, three dockhands from the warehouse. I had blown each of them and it was their thefts that had brought Mr. Golden’s wrath upon me. Both of the blacks stood six feet tall. DeRoi was about twenty, still slender with a ripped abdomen, powerhouse chest and bulging shoulders and biceps but Royal was a Mack truck of a man easily over 250 pounds with feet like snowshoes and a firehose of a cock. Emilio was shorter, probably 5’6’’ but packed with muscle. He was smooth dark skin, good looks and fiery eyes framed by lustrous waves of black. They all wore basketball clothes, warm-up suits and Royal’s enormous tube snaked along a boxy thigh halfway to his knees. Emilio was pointing a video camera in my direction. Royal held a .44 caliber pistol.

I squatted before them on the floor, an unnaturally fat black dildo up my flabby ass-cunt. They glared at me, and as they didn’t move or speak I finally croaked out, “Hello, fellows, did you come to see the freak?” I was certain that Mr. Golden had told them about my “condition,” so I turned on my haunches to face them, spreading my knees, keeping the rubber dick in my ass.

“Motherfucking faggot freakazoid!” DeRoi gasped. Emilio closed in with the camera shooting directly between my legs. Royal stepped up to me and shoved the gun barrel in my open mouth.

“Maybe we’re here to kill you, freak!” he shouted. “Suck!”

I began to suck the gun like I had sucked the black man’s massive cock.. I swallowed the gun metal past my tonsils, tickling the dark man’s trigger finger with my tongue. The hard edge of the barrel tore the tender lining of my throat, but the sexual frenzy that had been building hopelessly over my days of debauchery targeted its lust on the powerful phallic symbol in my mouth. This was the dick of death I had longed for. I wanted to bring the weapon to the limit of sexual ecstasy. I wanted to make the gun cum. I wanted it to pump bullets down my throat like semen wads.

Emilio was inches from my face, filming it all. Almost unconsciously Royal pumped the gun in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. Straight though he was, my depravity was getting to him. I could see the black giant’s dick turn to iron in his pants. The gun is his dick; whatever I do to the gun is happening to his big fat cock. I wanted them both to come at the same time, the gun exploding in my bullet-pussy while my ex-con’s fuck muscle blasted in his pants. Royal couldn’t wait. He fumbled at his crotch and pulled the purple dark meat free. In mid-thrust the pistol in my mouth was replaced by steely prick.

“Ahhhhhh….” He sighed, as he grabbed my head in his big hands and fucked my face like a greased knothole. DeRoi quickly eased the gun out of his buddy’s fingers before it could go off and Royal drove his weapon deep into my throat, discharging a gravy thick nutload of hot spunk.

“Shit, man you could have whacked somebody with that goddamn thing! You know that fucker’s loaded!” The big face-fucker just smiled, a gold tooth gleaming in his wide mouth as he pumped the last of his unborn children into my stomach. DeRoi, was exasperated. “We got to get it on, motherfuckers, if we don’t want to wind up like that sack of shit. We got to do what the man said! An’ you,” he snapped at Emilio, “Put that camera up where it can get everything, he wants it left on.” The hot Latino did as he was told, positioning the box on a table in the corner, pointing it at the center of the room.

“Here’s the way it is. Bray caught us. That’s how he found out about you. Yeah we turned you in, cocksucker so he’d go easier on us. That bastard is a mean-ass prick,” Emilio nudged DeRoi and glanced at the camcorder, The young black froze momentarily and I realized that this tape was for Mr. Golden. “I mean he’s a smart motherfucker and he wants to know who all was ripping him off. Oh he’s gonna make our lives hell. He could send us back to the can just by waving his dick. But he knows there were at least two more thieves you were sucking off and you’re gonna give us their names! Understand?”

I didn’t understand. There were two more but these guys knew who they were as well as I. They were all friends and they were in it together.”

“You hear what the man is saying?” Royal slapped me hard across the chops, making my head spin. He looked me hard in the eye and I realized that what he was really saying was that no matter what they did to me I was to keep my mouth shut. He had been in prison with the other two guys and I knew he would never be a party to their betrayal. I read in his eyes what he couldn’t say to me because of the tape. The warehouse boss must have realized that they might try to protect the others and that was why he had insisted that it keep rolling.

“I can’t…”

“What???” Royal bellowed.

“I can’t tell you. He’ll have to find out for himself.”

“Stand him up.” Royal told the others, as he stripped off his shirt, and kicked off his trousers. He stood before me a burly black demon of a man, his nostrils flared with anger. No doubt thinking I was to blame for this whole mess. His newly pleasured dick was a swinging club between his powerful coal black thighs. Above his huge beer belly, his chest and arms swelled with gleaming stone cut muscles. The other two studs held me fast, the dildo lodged so far up me that it stayed in place as the big dock worker pulled back his meaty fist and slammed it into my gut. Before I could register the pain he did it again. Then he popped my jaw. My booze-soaked head wobbled on my shoulders as stars exploded around me. The men let me drop and I fell quickly, banging my skull against an empty whisky bottle

“Fucking queer,” Emilio shouted and kicked me in the ribs.

“Oh we’ll make you talk, you cocksucking white whore, DeRoi screamed at me. I no longer remembered what it was I was supposed to say. The room was spinning around me. Then Royal declared quietly, “Good night motherfucker.”

He faced the camera and squatted over me. His ass was huge, easily sixty pounds of the big man’s weight. As it descended over my aching face, I saw, written across his buttocks in big block letters even blacker than his gleaming flesh: “SAY IT WAS EVANS AND DORCHESTER,” then my whole head was buried in his magnificent “Royal Ass.”

I had no desire to inform on anyone. I was grateful for the dick I had been given to suck by each of the men, but the two men whose names were written on the black stud’s sweet ass were completely innocent. There were many honest black workers at the warehouse and there were also criminal and corrupt whites who would have played the dick for merchandise game; but Evans and Dorchester were the last people who should be accused of anything dishonest. Evans was a good-looking kid working his way through college and Dorchester was a newlywed born-again Christian. I couldn’t name them. Despite my shock I realized that I wanted to stick my tongue in the man’s asshole. Was that to be my reward for lying? I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t tell that lie. What would Mr. Golden do to them? He couldn’t trap them with the threat of prison as he had done these men. Then I realized that Royal wasn’t moving at all. His weight pressed down on my mouth and nose making it impossible to breath. A minute went by. I was in danger of passing out. Finally, he lifted himself a little off me and asked, “Ready to talk, sissy?”

I said nothing and he let his beefy butt drop on me again. The dark slabs of his sweaty ass cheeks surrounded my face. Then I let myself be sucked in by the sweet stink of the black stud’s man hole, and began to lick and suck. I tried to see but my eyes, nose and mouth were crushed beneath him. His ass-sweat burned in the cuts across my forehead and cheeks. With his whole weight pressing down on me I drove all my energy into my tongue, trying to push into his virginity. The longer I went without air the more excited I became. I was ready to die under this cruel man’s horse-butt. Thought disappeared. I didn’t care about the danger I was in, or about the innocent men I had been ordered to accuse. I just wanted to be snuffed out under his Royal Ass. Then he farted. My lungs were bursting as he smeared himself over my face. I ground my hips against the floor, feeling the dildo rub my nut raw. Flashes of strobing light popped in the darkness and the thought came over and over like a mantra, “Shit me to death, African Majesty” A flood of endorphins rushed over me as my whole body shook. Consciousness was leaving me; I was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure, my whole head entombed by Royal’s precious ass.

I came to slowly to the feel of something wet over me. I opened my eyes and saw Emilio kneeling next to me, his big uncircumcised cock spraying a hot load of urine across my face. Royal was poised before me, the names on his butt cheeks still legible.

“It was Dorchester,” I croaked when I had swallowed enough to speak, “Dorchester and Evans.”

“I knew it!” DeRoi hypocritically announced, looking into the camera, “Those motherfuckers!”

Royal told Emilio, “You can turn that off now. We got what we came for.”

They left me in the basement, a dog collar locked around my neck, leashed to a pipe. Standing guard over me was the owner of the collar, a black Doberman the men called Shadow. After my forced betrayal, they had brought him in from their truck, then kicked back upstairs watching porn videos and drinking. Over the next few hours each of them came downstairs to get his cock sucked. I blew all three, never daring to ask them what plans they had for me or even to speak. I simply sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. They left a huge quantity of dry dog food and finally quit the house as morning broke through the dirty basement windows.

By morning I was very hungry, but, though I could reach the bowl, Shadow growled menacingly when I tried to approach it. Eventually we both became restless. I decided to try to seduce him. I did what I did when I was cruising for human dick, running my tongue over my lips and giving him the “look.” He responded with suspicion. Then I tried placing my head on the floor and raising and wiggling my hips. He could see that I was dickless and therefore a “bitch,”; I could see his long red “puppy-maker” protruding from its furry sheath. It puzzled him though to see a “human” acting this way and he shied away. At one point when he was, feeding, wolfing down jawfuls of the obnoxious stuff that I so desperately wanted, I crept behind him and started licking his asshole. I’m a natural born ass-kisser, and it wasn’t long before Shadow realized that the courtship was over. It was time to go all the way. He dropped the food in his mouth and moved behind me taking a few tentative swipes at my pussy with his rough tongue then climbed onto my shoulders and mounted me. He had no trouble finding it and in seconds I felt him in me up to the gut. He was a wonderful lover, rough-riding me with a brute’s vigor. It was the first time I had been butt-fucked with a live prick since I could remember. I knew we were just doing what the men who had put us together expected us to do and I couldn’t have enjoyed it more. After he came I shit his cum out the floor and lapped it up. It was nutritious and thick. He surprised me by letting me to eat a little of his feed, pushing me roughly away when he thought I had had enough. Over the next three days or so he took me as often as he wanted. We slept together, keeping each other warm, on the cold basement floor. Every time he sowed his seed in me, I finished by slurping up what I could recover as Shadow watched in amusement.

On the third day the men returned. First Emilio came down the stairs and though, I recognized him by his compact frame and brown skin I was surprised to see that he had a ski mask over his face. He gave one to me and told me to put it on. When I did he hollered upstairs, OK bring her down” and I was amazed to see twelve men march down the steps into the cramped basement.

“Careful where you step,” Emilio called out, “There’s dogshit all over down here. Most of the men were black, a few Mexican, two white. All of them wore the black knit masks. They had brought a young woman with them, blindfolded, but I could see she was attractive: long dishwater colored hair, and large breast that weren’t concealed by her modest cotton dress. They marched her up to me and removed her blindfold. Looking up into her eyes, I could see she was terrified.

“Show her!” Emilio ordered. I knew what he meant though I had no idea what they hoped to gain by terrorizing this young woman with the sight of my mutilation. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

I heard Royal speak. He stood behind her and rubbed his big hands over her tits. “See what we mean?” She just stared at my crotch. horror-stricken. “I heard you and your old man been trying to have a kid. Think this freak’s ever goin’ to knock anybody up? Now how can your old man get you with a kid if we cut his nuts off like we did this sorry shit?”

She was blubbering. Hot tears pouring from her eyes, “Oh god, please don’t hurt him. Please!”

“We won’t have to hurt him if you do everything we say and keep your mouth shut about it. You understand? You gonna give it up without a fight or we gonna have to take it? Cuz if we have to take it, we’ll take his balls too. Forever.”

I could see that the other men were starting to strip. Sweaters and trousers fell away from muscular black bodies, but of course the ski masks stayed on.

“Now why don’t you show us that fine body of yours?” He undid the top button of her dress and brought her hands up, forcing her to do the rest. “And don’t worry. We’re gonna get you knocked up good.”

“Yeah, Momma, take it off!” the men hooted as she was forced to remove her bra and panties. There was dick in every direction, all of it rock hard. The basement was a forest of dick, the aroma of male arousal mingling with the odor of animal waste. The men were on her like piranhas feeling her up, sticking dirty fingers in her mouth, two of them lapping at each of her breasts. As a mattress was brought from upstairs one of the white men got on his knees between her legs and began to eagerly eat her cunt as she was held off the floor by the arms of many men. They were all being surprisingly gentle with her considering that this was a gang rape. Royal had warned them to touch her all they wanted but any man who left so much as a hickey on her would be out of the deal. The cunt-lapper, a thirtyish wiry masked man with a mammoth organ wobbling stiff between his legs upped the pressure on the victim’s clit and it was obvious that she was getting turned on, her big white breasts flushed in heat, the red shame on her cheeks mingled with the blush of passion. The guy between her legs was an expert cunnilingist and it wasn’t long before her pussy lips spasmed over his face as her orgasm took her. That was when they lowered her onto her knees on the mattress, pushing her face down and positioning her heart-shaped ass up high. The guy who brought her off tried to mount her first but was knocked off the mattress by a husky black.

“Honkies and Mexicans go last and only in the back door. Cunt is for homies only.” Her face was buried in the mattress but her sobs indicated that in her post orgasmic flush, her shame was even more acute. A well-built coal-black youngster, nineteen or twenty, dropped to his knees behind her and, as he speared her on his plum-colored fuck stick bragged, “The rest of you chumps can just cut out now. I’m gonna be the one to knock this bitch up!”

“Yeah, you the man,” Royal snickered, and everyone lauged, but I didn’t doubt the kid. He fucked like a pro and built up a real sweat before he jammed himself in up to the hilt and bucked his seed into her. “That’s the way,” Royal instructed, “See that. Push it all the way in when you cream her”. Just to be on the safe side, when the young fucker had pulled out, Emilio jammed one of my longer dildos deep inside her to push the semen as deep at it would go. She moaned but it was hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain.

“Contestant number two in the baby sweepstakes,” Royal shouted, popping a beer as the next dick was thrust into her. All the men cheered. The smell of her cunt was driving Shadow crazy. He kept circling the mattress and Emilio had to assure the frightened woman that they would not let him fuck her, though it was clear he wanted too. “We don’t want no dog-headed babies, “DeRoi laughed.

I was aglow with a mixture of estrus heat and horrified shame as I watched the well hung straights take her. I knew who she was: Dorchester’s newlywed wife. It was my fault that this innocent woman was being sexually abused. This was Mr. Golden’s revenge against a man he thought had stolen from him. Everyone knew the young couple had been praying for a child and it was clear that Dorchester wouldn’t find out that it wasn’t his- that it was, in fact, a black man’s seed- until the birth itself. She would never tell him what had been done to her for fear of the castration threat, at least until the baby was born. After nine months it was doubtful that he would believe her and their trust and love would be destroyed. The insidious cruelty of the brutal man’s plan horrified me, but I couldn’t help the excitement I felt at the relentless fuck-show. I loved to watch straight men screw and these Afro-American studs seemed to have been chosen for the size of their dicks and their youthful virility. I was positioned behind them and as each man fucked I stared up their shit holes between their pumping ass muscles as one after another they planted her with child.

While the blacks joked and drank, the others went at her asshole. Emilio mounted her first and it was clear from her gasps that she had never been ass-fucked before. He took it easy on her, careful not to rip her, but his dick was fat, and if she needed to scream to take all of it, the Mexican really didn’t give a fuck. This was about his pleasure.

After a while the black men went for round two. By this time her cunt was dripping semen onto the mattress but still they jammed it in with the dildo. They fucked her steadily for four hours and she came five times, twice while Emilio gave it to her ass. They all laughed at that and said she was just a hot slut after all. But if her noble self-sacrifice brought her a sainted ecstasy how could they criticize her? She was trying to save her husband’s manhood. Some of the men wanted to go again but their nuts were drained and Royal said she had had enough. She was made to lie on her back with her legs propped up on pillows for an hour to allow the cum to drain into her womb. Before they blindfolded her and took her out again, they made a plan to do it again next week. Once a week for a month, Royal said, then they would never bother her again and she need never fear for Dorchester’s nuts. Meanwhile, she was to have no sex with her husband. He left it to her to come up with an excuse. When they had taken her upstairs, they sent Shadow back down. He was on my ass immediately. Both of us were extremely hot from watching the fuck marathon. I wished I had a real vagina so the dog could fuck me in both my eager holes.

I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see my god Jason, naked except for sandals and green spandex shorts that hugged him like a peel over his slim hips and big bubble ass. His crew cut had grown out and his hair curled like a Greek athlete’s around his golden face. Even kneeling in my own stink on the cold floor with a sweaty hound lusting at my rump I was enraptured that he had come to see me. I was grateful