Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2018 06:25:33 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: The Black-Jacks - Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - The Black-Jacks - Part 2 I had three fingers in my arsehole when Harry decided to alter my position again. 'Right! Let's get you down from there,' said Harry. 'I know your arse looks great at this level, but it's way too high to fuck. So, when Trev pulls out his fingers, hop down and spread your legs apart; and then bend over the bench.' I quickly complied with Harry's instructions. I so wanted to suck on Trevor's hard-standing cock, but clearly I needed to be fucked first. Remembering the teenager's words in the yard earlier, I began to wonder how many cocks there were in the 'wanking club'? The three black men were clearly the Black-Jacks - probably a gang name of some kind - but were they members of the club? If they were, then I would have five cocks to suck on. 'Righty-oh, sex-pig,' said Trevor. 'Let's see if you can take my six-inch cock up your tight little arse!' Trevor forced his stem into my arsehole. I gasped as he eagerly took my virginity. I gasped again, and then yelled out when his ball-sac slapped against my arse-cheeks. It hurt like blazes for a minute or two, then I felt only elation. I began to moan and groan with pleasure as I flexed my arse-ring around Trevor's throbbing length. 'Fucking hell, Harry,' said Trevor. 'He's a right little fuck-pig. The boy's magic; a real good goer.' I couldn't keep still as my body writhed with pleasure; I was on cloud nine and loving every minute of it. 'You two look good together,' said Harry. 'Two young fuckers rutting like crazy. Brilliant!' I reached for my cock, which was bouncing up and down in unison with Trevor's stroke rate. 'Don't you dare, boy!' snapped Harry. 'You never touch your cock without permission. If you must play with something, tweak your nipples.' I was desperate, so I reached for my nipples and began to play with them as ordered. They quickly stiffened as I squeezed and pinched them; I so enjoyed the extra pleasure it gave me. Suddenly, Trevor tightened his hold on my hips and yelled out, 'Geronimo!'. I stopped playing with my nipples as the inevitable happened: my whole body stiffened as Trevor shot his load and I followed suit a few seconds later. The teenager's spunk flooded my inner sanctum, while my spunk hit the front of the work bench. My sphincter spasmed around Trevor's cock as he gave out a loud groan and pushed forward. I was in ecstasy, my body was awash with all these new sensations as I finished climaxing. I slumped onto the bench, exhausted and covered in sweat. My heart was beating away like a sledgehammer as Trevor removed his cock from my weary body. 'Okay, Adam,' said Harry. 'Let's get you ready for round two.' What could I do! I was at their mercy. My cock was still ruling my head - it had shot two loads so far, and was now eager for a third. Although Harry's cock beat Trevor's by a good two inches, I wasn't too worried about taking it on. The photographs in the car did show much larger cocks fucking teenage arse; and because I coped so well with Trevor's stem, I began to realise that my boy-cunt was quite accommodating. So, would the longer and thicker cock feel better, I wondered? Harry plunged his eight-inch stem into my accommodating hole. I cried out as it broke through my arse-ring. My initial assessment had been wrong; the man's cock was clearly a fucking pain lance. However, as his ball-sac hit my arse-cheeks, I decided to grit my teeth and weather out the storm. 'The pain won't last long,' said Trevor, as he wiped his flaccid cock with a paper towel. 'You'll soon get use to taking it up the arse. It comes with lots and lots of practice.' I opened my mouth to say something in reply; and as I did so, Trevor stuffed it full of spunk-soaked paper towel. 'No talking, sex-pig,' he snapped. 'You're still under orders.' Holding me firmly by the hips, Harry pulled his cock back a good few inches. He then pushed it steadily back in. I moaned with pleasure, muffled of course by the paper towel, as his cock rubbed over my prostate. I was now loving it! A few minutes later, a spasm of pure pleasure shot through my weary body. My rigid cock erupted again as Harry squeezed my hips and released his load. A generous coating of spunk now covered the walls of my inner sanctum. 'Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!' he shouted, as Trevor cheered him on. 'The boy's magic. Fucking magic!' 'I know,' said Trevor. 'And now he's full to the brim with our hot spunk.' Harry pulled his limp cock from my battered hole; and as it plopped out, I felt 'hot spunk' trickle out of my hole and run down my sweaty arse-crack. I was shattered, but still I wanted more. * * * Trevor pulled the paper towel from my mouth and threw it away. 'How do you feel, Adam?' asked Harry, his voice more softer and kinder. 'Did you enjoy it? It's all right to talk normally now. We just like giving orders and keeping our boys quiet when we're having sex.' 'Yes, I'm fine,' I said, smiling. 'Boys? What boys?' 'Boys like you, Adam,' he replied. 'It's very exciting for everyone to treat them like sex-slaves. Even Trevor has to be a sex-slave when there are no boys like you available. The Black-Jacks normally supply the boys, usually runaways from up north. The Black-Jacks sell drugs and sex to the City and West End toffs. They're a rough lot, so even the local police keep their distance.' 'Have they got big cocks?' I asked. 'Like yours?' 'Yes, boy,' replied Harry, laughing. 'Their cocks are far bigger than mine. And they really know how to use them.' 'Do they fuck the runaway boys?' 'They'll fuck anything that walks,' replied Trevor. 'They're very good like that.' 'And they run the wanking club?' I asked. 'Yes,' replied Harry. 'The club is upstairs, in the rooms above the garage. This use to be a working garage and scrapyard some years back. But then the Black-Jacks bought it off me and shut it down. Trev and I work for them as watchmen and minders for the runaways.' 'We're normally upstairs,' added Trevor, 'fucking the naked bum-boys.' 'I didn't know it could be like that,' I said. 'It was fantastic! And being ordered around felt great. So I'd like to be a naked sex-slave.' 'Okay,' said Trevor. 'We'll sign you up for the rest of the summer holiday. Then we'll see...' Then, before he could say another word, my stomach cramped up and I cried out. 'What's the matter, Adam?' asked Harry. 'Pain! Pain in my tummy!' I said. 'I think I need the toilet. Quick!' Harry scooped me up in his powerful arms and rushed me off to a bathroom. He took real good care of me as my body purged the spunk it had been given earlier. I was so embarrassed and scared, but Harry said it was totally normal for a boy who had just lost his back-door virginity. 'Fucking hell! What a stink!' laughed Trevor, holding his nose for visual effect.' 'You're well out of order, Trev,' said Harry. 'You've got no sympathy for first-timers. And just remember, you did the same when I first fucked your brains out.' Trevor smirked and slapped his right arse-cheek in mock atonement. 'Now you're in here,' continued Harry, 'run a hot shower and get Adam cleaned up. I'll find his clothes and clean up in the garage.' My embarrassment subsided as the pain slowly ebbed away. Trevor found some ointment in the bathroom cabinet and used it to soothe my sore anus. When he'd finished, Harry came back in and handed me my clothes and a one-pound note. 'How's his arsehole looking, Trev?' asked Harry. 'It's almost back to normal,' replied Trevor. 'He'll be bending over again in no time at all; you just watch!' 'Right, Adam,' said Harry. 'When you're dressed, leave the way you came in. And remember, what we've done here today is a secret between us three. Understood?' 'Yes, sir,' I replied. 'I won't tell a soul .... And thanks for the money.' 'See you again tomorrow,' said Trevor. 'And build up a nice load of spunk for me and Harry.'