Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:40:29 -0400 From: Marvin Subject: roswell heights-16 [Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15 story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-16 Raising Kane (RECAPS from The Precinct-II #'s 34, 36, & 40...) Pt-1 WEST PHILLY (chap-34) The house that POOH built. A small group of some of Whinny `The POOH' Graham's top drug dealers gathered at his house for a meeting. Most were confused about WHO called for the meeting, as Pooh was no longer alive. Some speculated D-Money (Pooh's right hand man) called for the meeting, attempting to take over. One man in particular was hoping Money was in control, as it would mean HE had an inside hand on things. Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) took his seat at the head of Pooh's long elaborate dinner table as Dedra (Money's wife) served a tray full of alcohol beverages to the guests. "So YUR Money's woman, eh...?" asked Kane, looking Dedra over as she leaned in over the table. "Not bad...!" he smiled, staring at her booty. Dedra turned around, presenting her 6 month pregnant belly... "Thanks! I'm sure my husband would be thrill at your approval!" she said sarcastically before strolling off. Kane thought Dedra reminded him of his own babies momma, and wondered how she would feel if she knew he was boning her husband? Just then D-Money stepped into the room, calling for everyone's attention... "As everybody here knows, our boi Pooh ain't here to run things no more..." started Money, accepting a 40oz from his wife. "...so it's in his honor that I wanna toast! To da man who made all this possible! For seein' somethin' in all of us and makin' a hellova lotta money! To POOH..., rest in peace Boss!" he said, tipping his bottle to pour a small amount of beer into the floor. Pooh's men followed suit, tipping their own 40's before turning their bottles up to their lips to swig. After an honorable toast, Money introduced the person responsible for the gathering..., "Divine Graham, aka --The Blackwidow!" Everyone looked in shock as Divine Graham (formally known as Peaches) came out in a purple pinstripe pimp suit and matching hat, tailor made for a woman. Some of the dealers applauded with respect for the widow, while others looked in shock. "Thank you, DeWayne...!" said the Widow, walking up to the already occupied chair at the head of her husband's table. Without saying a word, she looked down at Kane as if to say `excuse me'. Kane looked as if he might ignore her for a moment, then slowly got up to relinquish the seat... The Widow took the head... "Welcome everyone, and thank you all for coming at such short notice! As you all know, my husband Whinny Graham, --better known to most of you as Pooh, was killed by an unknown assassin a few days ago on Ridge Avenue! I know many of you have been wondering what would happen to his Syndicate now that he is no longer here...? And I wanted to assure all of you that I fully intend to keep my husband's practices running as usual, with ME heading up operations in his behalf along with D-Money acting as my right hand advisor...! But we can't do it all alone...! I will need each and every one of you to go on with your current positions..., manning your corners and governing your underlings as you did before Pooh's death! Together we can keep the West Philly Chapter strong..." "Ain't nobody gonna take no BITCH seriously...!" interrupted Kane, getting a few grumbles of agreement from some of the other heads at the table. "If you wanna make sure Pooh's drug ring keeps running, you need to appoint one of US as the head! Ain't no REAL man gonna listen to no BITCH tellin' him what to do!" stated Kane, unequivocally. "This BITCH was taught the game by two of the city's most ruthless, most devious drug lords...! I was there with Tempest from the very beginning! I stood by his side as he built his empire up from the ground! And Pooh taught me more in past few months that we've been together than most of you have learned in a decade!" defended the Widow, getting a few nods of approval of her own. "Now don't get it twisted..., if there's ANY man here at this table that thinks he gonna have a problem taking orders from a woman..., then he's more than welcome to hit the door! But be assured that IF you leave, you will NOT be taking any clients or any merchandise with you..., and if you're caught selling drugs anywhere within my territory, or anywhere within the city limits for that matter..., you WILL be dealt with harshly! And when I say harshly, I mean OLD SKOOL! Don't underestimate the strength of this Bitch, gentlemen..., because as many of you know, I wasn't' born a woman..., and I can throw down with the best of them! Now..., do we have a deal...?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ROSWELL HEIGHTS Days later...(chap-36) Kane (Winston Sinclair) awakened to a loud knocking at his front door. Dragging himself up out of bed, he strolled out of the bedroom and across the living room naked, yawning and scratching his testicles before reaching for the doorknob. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..., I HEAR you, dammit...!" he yelled, opening the door. "This better be fuckin' important!" "It IS...!" said D-Money, pushing past Kane as he busted into the apartment, nearly knocking Kane over. "By all means, hommie..., come in!" said Kane sarcastically, closing the door behind him. "Wussup...?" "What the fuck was all that about yesterday...?!" asked Money, angrily. "What you talkin' bout...?" asked Kane, ignorant. "Defying the Blackwidow like that...? In front of everyone! Since when do you question a Head when they're giving orders?!" "First of all, homs..., she ain't MY Head...! My loyalty was to Pooh, and Pooh ain't here no mo'! I don't owe that bitch nothin' but a face full'a nut!" defied Kane, pissing Money off even more. "If she thinks just changing her name to some comic book character is gonna strike fear in a nicca..., she fuckin' dreamin'! And so'r YOU!" "So I take you want OUT of the Syndicate...?" asked Money as Kane walked by him. "No..." he said thinking, before flopping down on the sofa with his feet crossed at the ankles atop the coffee table. "...I wanna be Head!" "Yur crazy...!" said Money, sitting down on the sofa's arm. "Yur definitely crazy if you think The Widow is gonna give up her husband's seat for YOU!" "She would if she HAD too...!" said Kane, smiling up at Money deviously. "HAD too...?" asked Money, confused. "Yur her right hand man, right? I bet YOU have all kinds'a inside shyt on her that I could use against her! Shyt that would make her back down and appoint ME as the Head of the Syn!" "Why would I do that...?" asked Money. Kane reached down and started playing with his soft dick, flopping it back and forth over his thighs. "Cuz I could use a second in command like you, myself...!" he offered, stroking himself into complete stiffness. "Juss think about it, man..., WE could rule the whole fuckin' city!" "You think Tempest would let another drug lord set up shop in the same city...?" questioned Money, skeptically. "He did with Pooh...!" reasoned Kane. "Pooh was already established...! They fought for YEARS before they finally joined forces together!" explained Money. "Then HOW's Widow gonna do it...? She's new...!" "She and Tempest go back a long way..., she has a history..." "I don't give a fuck bout her history..." flagged Kane, getting angry. "...I'm tryin'a write my own!" "You gonna have to write without me..." said Money, heading for the door. "Yo...! Hey homs..., where you goin'?" asked Kane, watching Money walk away. "My loyalty's with The Widow..., she's still apart of Pooh's camp!" stated Money. "Hey..., I was juss jokin' bout what I said..." laughed Kane, good heartedly. "C'mon back, man...! Come get summa this dick! You know you want it...!" "I pass!" said Money, reaching for the door. "OH...! So its like THAT...?" asked Kane, his dick still in hand. Money paused. "You was juss all up on my dick not too long ago..., but now that yur bitch boss's about to get a lil power, you don't wanna be bothered with me no more...?" Money turned around and stared at Kane, caught somewhere between disgusted and pity. Kane mistook the look for something else, as he got up from the sofa (stroking his erection) and walked towards Money. "You know you still want this shyt, man! Ain't nobody hit that spot like I did...! Certainly not yur boi Pooh!" "You got it all wrong..." said Money, his hand poised on the doorknob. "...just cuz I LET you hit it don't make me yo bitch! I'm still ALL man! And ONE of these days..., I'm gonna show you just how much!" "Bring it on babee!" laughed Kane, as Money slammed the door behind him. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ROSWELL HEIGHTS Sometime later...(chap-40) 34 year old Winston Sinclair (Kane) sat back on his sofa, smoking a blunt and drinking a 40oz malt liquor in celebration of his new gamble with Tempest Williams. Since Pooh's murder, Kane knew it was only a matter of time before Tempest closed in on his territory, taking over the city and eventually moving out Divine Graham. He thought it was in his best interest to jump ship before it sank, leaving him with nothing but his memories of the good life. He had just finished talking to his former girlfriend, talking her into moving back in with him. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he missed fucking that pussy whenever the whim struck. He was just about to hit her back and ask what was taking her so long to get that ass over there, when his front door was suddenly kicked in. "WHAT THE FUCK...??!" he yelled in surprise, reaching for the gun he had stashed under his sofa cushions. "Don't EVEN try it, asshole...!" said D-Money, walking in holding a 9 millimeter on him. "Money...!" shouted Kane in relief, thinking it was someone else looking to retaliate. "Wussup man..., kickin' in my door like that n'shit...?" he asked, getting up from the couch. "I heard YOU were the one who tipped Tempest off on where to find me and the Black Widow!" accused Money with a serious tone. "I don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout, blood...! I ain't snitch to nobody!" defended Kane. "Tempest TOLD us!" lied Money, trying to get to the truth. Kane hesitated, believing Tempest had indeed told on him... "Okay man..., --I told him! So what?" asked Kane, defiant. Money's face grew mad with anger... "You son of a bitch...!" he yelled, stepping further into the crib as he tilted the gun sideways (gangsta style). "Tempest put out a HIT on us...! My wife is in the hospital rite now fighting to keep our baby becuz'a you!" "Yo man..., sorry to hear that shit..." said Kane, nonchalantly. "...but what any of that gotta do with ME...? I WARNED you not to stick with that bitch! Ain't no way she gonna out last, outwit, and out play Tempest..., she's as good as dead man!" Money shot a hole straight through Kane's back wall... "HEY...!!" yelled the drug dealer, ducking as the bullet missed over his head. "That shyt ain't funny!" "You ain't shit, Kane! You ain't NEVA gonna be shit!" yelled Money, fighting against his better judgment to put a bullet in Kane's ass. "Yo nicca..., YOU crazy!" yelled Kane, livid. "You takin' this shyt personally, and it ain't personal! It's all bout buzniz!" "When you endanger my family..., it becomes personal!" countered Money. "She was at the WRONG place at the WRONG time...!" argued Kane, "If you gonna be Divine's lil' bitch..., --then yur girl GOT what she deserved...!" he snapped. Almost as soon as he said it, Kane knew he'd made a big mistake. Money saw RED as his face turned from angry to furious. In a split second he leaped across the room, tackling the muscled drug dealer to the ground as they tussled like kids fighting at recess. Kane managed to shove Money off of him as both men quickly got to their feet. But before Kane could talk his way out of it, Money suckered him square across the jaw. Kane retaliated by swinging back, catching Money in the chest and causing the younger man to temporarily lose his breath. Sensing a quick victory, Kane pounced, swinging on Money again in an attempt to knock him out. Money knew if he lost this fight that Kane wouldn't waste the opportunity to fuck his ass again. Still holding the gun in his hand, he uppercut Kane in the chin, knocking him senseless as Kane's head flipped upward. Seeing stars, he staggered as Money molly-whopped him across the head with the brunt of the gun. Kane fell out unconscious, bleeding from the top of the head... Money took a moment to recover, as he leaned against the back of Kane's sofa. He knew well Kane's reputation on the street as a badass ex-con. He knew he was known for taking unsuspecting young men's asses (with or without their consent). He knew Kane prided himself on his masculinity, that he often bragged about taking men's asses without ever having his own tagged. He wondered what would happen when Kane's own ass was no longer virgin? When he could no longer hide behind the veneer of his manhood? Kane woke up with a dizzy pounding in his head. His face was buried in the cushions of his sofa when he began to slowly regain consciousness. As he became more and more coherent, he realized he was in a vulnerable position, lying naked across the arm of his living room sofa. But when he tried to get up, he felt a hand push into his bare back, shoving him back in place. "Don't move..." said DMoney, stepping in behind Kane as he kicked his legs apart. "...I ain't finished with YOU yet...!" Kane fell back into place, his head feeling like lead as his ass arched high over the arm. Even in his semi-conscious state, he knew the severity of his position as Money forced his greased fingers into his ass. "No..." said Kane, feeling the fingers break through his tight gripping anus as his sphincter muscles tightened to expel the invaders. Money enjoyed Kane's vulnerability, knowing this was a rear opportunity to pay the older man back in spades for tricking him into smoking tainted weed laced with the sex drug Sextasy. Money could still remember how easily Kane took his ass, dropping him over the same sofa to take advantage of his weakened state. Now the tables were turned, but while Money's ass wasn't exactly virgin (given his deal with Pooh), Kane was getting his cherry broken, and Money couldn't think of a better candidate to take the title than himself. Money jammed his fingers all the way up in Kane's ass to the third knuckles, twisting and turning them purposely to make the experience as uncomfortably as possible. He wanted Kane to know the pain and humiliation that was coming. He could feel Kane's asshole clamping down, trying to severe his fingers as he moved them back and forth. Once Money was satisfied with Kane's progress, he removed his fingers and moved in close, aiming his hardon up between his firm muscled ass cheeks. Trying to save some of his dignity, Kane gave one more valiant effort to force himself up off the couch. But even as he lifted his torso up, Money gripped him by the waist, then rammed his hips forward, burying over half of his dick with one shove. "AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!!!" screamed Kane, rising up for another fight as Money placed the barrel of his gun at the base of his noggin. "I said: Don't move, bitch...!" he yelled, pulling back with his hips as all but the head of his dick slipped back out of Kane's fighting anus. "If you move..., I might accidentally pull the trigger...! And you don't want that to happen, do you...?" Kane said nothing as he stood absolutely still, knowing the kind of damage a 9 millimeter could do to the back of his head. He could feel Money's dick slipping back out of his ass, retreating in defeat against the fight with his tough sphincter. But to Kane's dismay, Money was just getting warmed up as he quickly redirected his hips and suddenly rammed his hardon straight back up the older man's gripping passage, penetrating clear up to his hairy nut sac. Kane's screams were quickly muffled when Money smashed his face back down into the cushions. His asshole was on FIRE as Money's dick bore through his fighting sphincter muscles to take control of his rectum. Money couldn't help but groan triumphantly as he successfully buried his dick in the drug dealer's virgin ass in only two shoves. He could feel the mad hole squeezing around his pole, trying against all odds to save itself from deflowering. But Money's determination proved more dynamic than Kane's desire to save face, as he began moving his hips back and forth, effectively butt fucking the two time ex-convict. Kane could feel the dick moving through him, digging a passage deep in his colon as Money's 8-1/2 inch pathfinder bore its way straight through him. Kane knew turnabout was fair play, that drugging and taking advantage of Money would only result in revenge. Kane knew Money would pay him back someday, but he had always thought it would be by way of a fight, getting cold cocked and raped hadn't entered his head. But even as his wounded pride took a serious blow to his manhood, Kane knew deep down that money was only righting a wrong done to him. Karma indeed was a bitch. Money (otherwise known as DeWayne Wright) held his gun down at the back of Kane's head with one hand, while holding his chocolate hips in place with the other hand, slapping his pelvis into the masculine man's exposed ass cheeks every time he buried his bone in his clinching ass. Money was reminded of another raping in-which he took part; back when his wife Dedra was engaged to another man (David Smith, --see My Woman's Lover). Money had spotted Dedra several times, he knew she was older (he was only 19 at the time, she was 31), but that didn't matter, he was determined to get with her anyway. He used every mack daddy line he knew to get her to talk to him. He could tell by her flirtatious smiles that she was interested, despite telling him she was engaged. Money got her to take him home with her after work one day, which began a long affair of him busting it up with her while her man was at work. Then one day David came home early with a cold, only to find Money balls deep in his woman's pussy. David hit the ceiling as he stepped to Money for a fight. David knew Money was a thug, but rage convinced him that he could beat the young man that was nearly 15 years under him. However, Money beat David down, and then as a gesture to his place in life, threw David over his own bed and butt fucked his virgin ass in front of his woman. Money had never butt fucked a man before, but what started out as show of power, quickly turned into something else as Money began fucking David regularly. Sometimes he can still remember how it felt hw it felt when he plunged his dick in the older man's ass for the first time, stealing his manhood, his dignity, his virginity, and his woman all in one hour. Now Kane stood on the end of his dick, --not some office pencil pusher living in the burbs assimilating to the white life, but a bonafide brotha from the hood with a criminal record and the prison muscles and tattoos to prove it. Money looked down at Kane's broad muscled back and tapered waist, watching his muscles bulge and pop every time he thrust into him. Every time he shoved his dick deep into Kane's anus, he could feel the flexing anal ring snapping wildly about his shaft, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Money liked how hot and tight Kane's hole was, knowing that no one else but him had ever been in the straight man's ass before. In fact it was something of a high for Money, knowing his nut would be the very first to seed Kane's bowels. That very thought is what fueled Money through the fuck, causing him to throw caution to the wind as he dropped the gun into the sofa cushions and grabbed Kane's waist with both hands. Kane felt the weight of the gun bounce down into the back of the couch as Money's hands gripped him tighter. He contemplated grabbing the gun and turning the tides on the younger man, but that thought quickly faded when Kane felt the excruciating pain in his gut diminishing. It still hurt, but Kane knew he would be able to endure it to the end. Like most men who fucked men that like to be fucked, Kane had wondered what it would be like to take a dick, but pride and reputation had always prevented him from exploring that possibility, he didn't want word getting around that he had flipped, allowing other men to try to approach him strangely and leaving him with no recourse but to beat them down. He reached down between his legs and found his dick (which had been soft during the entire rape) beginning to harden. Kane was surprised at himself as he wrapped his hand around his stiff dick and slowly began to masturbate. Money could feel the change in Kane's willingness to get fucked. He was no longer struggling, and his asshole (which had been fighting him the entire time) had stopped trying to push him out and had seemed to consent to the idea that it'd lost the fight. Kane's hole was still ultra tight, but Money found he was able to fuck deeper without as much tension and evasion as he plowed his pelvis directly into the chocolate man's dark ass. Kane rose up on one arm, looking back over his muscular shoulder as he surrendered his ass to his younger counterpart. No longer looking to escape, he grunted manly moans of erotic pain and pleasure, stroking his brick hard dick with his free hand as he looked back at the man fucking his man-ass like a pussy. Money looked directly into Kane's face, reading the lust in his eyes. The big man had indeed wondered what it would feel like to get fucked, and Money was just the man to give it to him. Money reached up and gripped Kane's shoulder, arching his back and nearly pulling him up into standing position. Kane groaned as Money's dick dug deeper, prying through his locked doors like a skeleton key. Kane found his dick already starting to pre-cum. Down the hall, Kane's former live-in girlfriend had just gotten off the elevator with their two young daughters. She had left Kane (the father of her children) when she came home to find Kane balls deep in another man's ass (chap-13, pt-5). Unable to get that mental picture out of her head, it took months of sweet talk and persuasion for Kane to talk her back into coming home. Her girls had missed their father, as Kane had never visited them while they were away. She put her key in the door, hoping to get a fresh new start. But before she could announce that she was home, she saw a naked man standing with his back to her in the living room, his beautiful muscular ass humping in and out as he drilled his dick into another (darker skinned) man bent over in front of him. It didn't take her long to realize who the fuckee was, as she covered her eldest child's eyes and screamed... Money and Kane looked back over their shoulders to find the woman and her two daughters standing in the doorway. "GET OUT!" yelled Kane furiously, causing the woman and her kids to jump in terror. The children began to cry as the woman's legs locked in place, keeping her from bolting. "GET THE FUCK OUT, NOW BITCH!! STEP OFF!!" he repeated as she finally took the hint and ran back down the hall, screaming "Faggots...! Faggots...! Faggots...!" all the way. Money resumed fucking, having never lost a stroke. He twisted Kane's hips into the direction he most desired, then began to pound him even harder. Kane closed his eyes as he groaned out loud, his dick definitely stiffening under the new assault. Each new blow of Money's pelvis into his ass caused him to inch up further on the sofa. Money followed him as he simply climbed up over the sofa's arms and joined Kane on the couch. He forced Kane's face back down into the seats (arching his back to elevate his ass) as he continued to plow his ass, driving his dick 8 and 1/2 inches deep with every plunge. Kane gasped as his dick suddenly started spurting great gobs of hot cum all over the sofa. He moaned into the cushions as 9 streams of creamy white jiz shot from his pulsating dick, painting over everything in its path. Money felt Kane's orgasm as his asshole suddenly started to spasm around his thrusting dick again. Money fucked harder, hammering Kane's sore prostate with his dick while Kane was in the midst of climax. When Money felt his own dick starting to throb, he rammed all the way in up to his balls, grinding his hairy pelvic bone into Kane's muscled ass. Feeling Kane's asshole spasm around his dick, Money shot off one of the biggest loads of his life, battering the project drug dealer's innards with his copious sperm. Both men moaned and groaned in unison, both enjoying the erotic rapture as their minds and bodies melded into one giant climax. Money felt weakened as he slumped down over Kane's back, his dick embedded into the darker man's bowels while he lay against him. Kane felt the weight on top of him, and spread his legs to allow Money's body to lay comfortably between them. He could feel Money's dick pulsating inside him, undoubtedly filling him with his cum. Kane felt strangely a peace as he basked in the afterglow, squeezing Money's softening wood with his anal ring. Money relaxed on Kane's back for a few minutes until he regained his strength, then he yanked his dick from his tight hole and stood up. Kane rolled over onto his back, his thick legs spread wide as his 9 and 1/2 inch dick remained rock hard and still oozing cum. He looked up at Money sheepishly, high from the fucking and dazed from the blow to the head. He wasn't even aware of the drying blood line streaking across his face... "Where you think yur goin', man...?" he asked, as Money began to reach for his clothing. "I'm outta here...!" said Money, climbing back into his boxer shorts. "So that's it then...?" asked Kane, stroking his hardon as he gazed over Money's beautifully toned body with smoldering eyes. "You come in here, beat the shyt outta me, fuck me in front'a my gurl, then leave...?" he asked, his husky voice slurred as if he were high. "That's rite, nigga!" said Money, stepping into his pants. "I can't even get seconds...?" asked Kane, surprising Money (and himself). "Naw nigga..., YOU almost got me and my wife killed...! This wasn't no fuck buddy sex..., this was a grudge fuck!" informed Money, pulling his wife beater and pull over shirts over his head. Kane absentmindedly reached up with his free hand and pinched his own erect nipple, while still stroking... "So teach me my lesson..., I'm a slow learner...!" he smirked. Money couldn't help but laugh... "Yo, I'm out!" he said, shoving his feet into his shoes as he headed for the door. "I gotta go check on my wife...! Maybe I'll pick up where I left off..., --someday!" he added before slamming the door shut behind him. Kane groaned to himself in erotic frustration as he laid back on the sofa and began jacking himself off towards another climax. He reached down between his legs to feel his tight but well fucked asshole. He found himself able to slip a finger in easily as his dick stiffened in his fist... On the way out of the building high rise, Money spotted two of Kane's homboiz leaning against his ride, chillen. They got up respectfully when Money approached. "Yall work for Kane...?" he asked as he opened the driver's side door. "Yeah..." answered the young men (Jahleem and MarliQ (see chap-5 of Roswell Heights)). "Kane wants yall upstairs..." lied Money, getting into the SUV. He watched the two boys hunch their shoulders at each other nonchalantly, before heading towards Kane's building's entrance. "...oh..., and he's kinda busy inna back, so just walk rite on in, the door's unlocked!" he suggested. "Kew!" said one of the boys, heading up the walk. Money smiled to himself as he started the car, taking off to check in on his wife and kid... ___________________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com All questions comments and suggestions to the email address above, or join me on Facebook to leave thoughts about this or other story titles you may have enjoyed.