Date: 8 Sep 2000 17:14:11 -0000
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Danny - 4

Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so
you ought to know that it contains graphic adult male-male sex.  Hopefully,
it also has a story you will like.  If you aren't supposed to read this
stuff, please don't.  Otherwise, Enjoy.  Fantasies don't need protection,
real life does.  Play it safe.  Mikey

***

Carlos:

Carlos stared in disbelief at Mack.

"What?" the young tough said, freezing in place.

Mack looked back at him steadily.

"I said, take off your clothes.  There's been a change in plans.  I have a
new job for you and the man wants to see how well you perform.  Do it."

His face reddening in anger and embarrassment, Carlos started to back away.
He froze as the sharp blade of the knife poked below his ear.  Mack shook
his head in disappointment.

"Carlos, you are just making things harder on yourself.  Either strip or
Bobby is going to cut your clothes off you."

Carlos flushed and slowly pulled off his shirt.  His hands paused at his
jeans button.  Mack just looked at Bobby and then at him.  He shed the rest
of his clothing and stood there in the center of the room as the visitors
studied him.  His face was red with humiliation and his fists clenched at
his sides, but no one cared.

The man walked around him, then turned to Mack and nodded.  "I think so.
Now, let's see what he's like in action.  You said you have another one
also?"

Mack gestured at one of his henchmen and the burly man left the room,
coming back immediately with Danny in tow.  Danny glanced around and a look
of obvious shock crossed his face when he saw Carlos standing in the center
of the circle of chairs and visitors -- stark naked.  The younger man
quickly wiped the expression from his face.  At Mack's terse order, he
stripped without hesitation.

Unlike the bigger man, Danny was used to the fact that his body was
merchandise.  He had been selling it on the street for years now.  He stood
watching Mack, waiting for instructions, apparently oblivious to the man
examining him, actually touching him intimately as he had not with Carlos.
When the man nodded in approval and returned to his seat, one of the guards
picked up their discarded clothes and set them out of sight.

Mack settled down in one of the two comfortable chairs and looked at the
two boys.  With a wave of his hand towards a low padded bench, he said
contemptuously, "In front of the bench now, boys."

Danny glanced at it.  About three feet wide, not long enough to be a couch
or bed, not narrow enough for a bench.  The location in front of the two
chairs told him its likely purpose.  He figured out what was going to
happen there.  He swallowed nervously.  Carlos was not going to put up with
this submissively.  Carlos used Danny's ass and mouth, sure, but never
touched the other boy other than hasty relief.

Mack continued in the same derogatory tone.  "Now this is what is going to
happen.  You two are going give Mr. Jones here a really nice show.  I
suggest you put some effort into it, because I will be very displeased if
he is not satisfied with what you do.  Danny, you know what to do.  Get him
hard and keep him that way.  Carlos, behave yourself or the boys are just
going to hold you down and then he gets a different show.  One that will be
very uncomfortable for you.  Do you understand me?"

Carlos glared and stiffened his body.

Danny glanced sideways at him, then sighed.  Carlos was going to make this
hard.  He understood.  It was difficult the first time you got fucked.  To
have it sprung on you, unaware and unwilling, in front of strangers, was
even worse.  He hoped to calm his friend down before he got hurt.  Before
either one of them got hurt.

The street-wise teen had no delusions about his value to Mack.  He was
worth letting live only so long as he cooperated.  Carlos hadn't realized
this yet.  He was about to.

Danny slid to his knees and put his hands on the older boy's thighs.
Carlos jumped back and snarled at him.  Danny sat back on his heels and
looked up into the angry man's face.

"Carlos, it's no big deal.  Come on.  Cooperate and get us out of here in
one piece.  You know better than to cross Mack," he whispered hoarsely.

Carlos flushed again, but this time he stood still as Danny slowly began to
nuzzle at his crotch.  'Damn, I really don't like this.  But if Danny can
tolerate blowing me in front of all these guys, then I guess I can take
it.'  Carlos still did not understand what was going to happen here.

Danny had a much better idea, but hoped that his big friend would not do
anything too stupid.  He ran his hands slowly up the strong muscular
thighs.  He pushed gently to get Carlos to part them so he could reach the
cock and balls nestled in the thick black hair.  He reached out the tip of
his tongue and began to lick the cock that had retreated slightly in
Carlos' alarm.

Even though Carlos was still nervous, his cock knew Danny's warm wet mouth,
and eagerly poked out to get the treat it knew was coming.  Danny closed
his lips just behind the knob and began to work the soft meat in his mouth.
Tongue and lips kneaded and stroked.

Carlos sighed and began to relax.  His hands moved tentatively to Danny's
soft hair as his cock hardened.  Danny began to really move on him.  His
warm mouth slid up and down the thick shaft, tongue stroking along the
ridges and veins.  He sucked tightly at the head as he paused for a breath,
before licking and biting his way back down the quivering cock.  Carlos
moaned and Danny swallowed the salty precum that began to leak from the
tiny slit.

Carlos had no idea of the beautiful picture the two of them made, as he
stood with his legs apart, his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed.  His
hard tanned body and thick defined muscles contrasted with the paler,
slimmer body of the young man between his thick thighs.  Carlos laced his
fingers into the Danny's hair and gently began to thrust with Danny's
movement.

Danny's dark curly hair blended in to the black curls on Carlos' pubes and
balls.  The younger man's pretty face and shaved body were slender, but the
wiry muscles stood out.  As did his perfectly shaped cock and firm round
balls.  He spread his legs apart while he knelt to give their audience a
better view of him.  Unlike Carlos, Danny never forgot who was watching.

He wrapped his hands around to Carlos' round butt and began to knead it as
he pulled the big cock deeply into his throat.  Carlos groaned in a deep
voice.  The audience licked their lips.

Danny slowly urged Carlos down onto the padded bench.  Carlos lay on his
back, his eyes closed.  Danny crouched along his body, never letting go of
his cock.  Glancing up at Mack, Danny saw him move his hands, placing
fingers to wrists, palms on top of each other.  Danny blinked in
acknowledgement, then swung his body to kneel over Carlos.

Carlos did not notice the new position at first other than to moan as even
more of his throbbing penis slid down Danny's hot throat.  But all too
soon, he realized what was about to happen.

A drop of liquid hit his lips and he licked automatically.  But the taste
was slick, not the salt of the sweat he expected.  He opened his eyes to
see Danny's hard dripping cock poised just above his mouth.  One of the
guards was jacking up and down on it.

Carlos' eyes widened, and with a garbled shout, he tried to lurch out from
under the other boy.  But the guards had expected this as soon as Danny had
got into position.  His arms and legs were quickly pinned by the two huge
men.  He tried to escape, and his arm was wrenched brutally.  He sagged and
they pulled his arms up over his head.  He felt the metal of handcuffs
fastening his hands together and to something at the end of the bench.

He whimpered slightly as the man pulled down on the cock in his hand.
Danny lowered his hips until the wet cock head brushed Carlos' lips.  The
guard wiped it back and forth along his mouth, smearing his lips with the
thin fluid.  He clenched his mouth closed tightly.

'There was no way I'm taking another man's cock into my mouth!  No fucking
way!'

A guard pinched his nose closed.  His body thrashed.  Danny continued to
slide up and down his cock, riding the writhing body lithely.  Finally with
a soft sob, Carlos opened his mouth and gasped for air.  He closed his eyes
as the head slid past his lips and pushed gently on his tongue.

Carlos froze in outrage, his body stiff with rejection at the invasion.  He
had no idea what to do.  He could taste the salty precum oozing from the
slit.  The skin of Danny's cock was smooth and silky.  The cut head filled
his mouth perfectly, neither too large nor small.  He could smell the
gentle musky odor of Danny's crotch under the scent of the soap that had
been at the gym when they showered that afternoon.  At least it was Danny,
and not some stranger.

Carlos felt Danny lick urgently at the head of his cock and slowly curled
his tongue up to stroke the smoothly rounded knob that filled his mouth.
Danny murmured lightly against his cock and rubbed his tongue a little more
firmly.

Carlos tentatively followed his example.  Slowly he got used to the smell
and taste of the thing in his mouth.  Danny began to bob his head up and
down the shaft, taking in a little more with each movement.  Lying on his
back, his arms tied down above his head, Carlos could not do that, but the
younger boy's hips flexed and he pushed into Carlos' mouth at the same pace
and depth as he sucked on Carlos.  Gradually, Carlos began to relax.  He
still thought it was disgusting, but couldn't do anything about it right
now.

Danny pulled gently on Carlos' legs, bending them up at the knees, then
spreading them apart.  Carlos resisted for a second, then obeyed.  He still
couldn't believe he was actually sixty-nining with Danny in front of all
those people.

He twitched slightly as Danny ran his hands up the back of his legs,
stroking his thighs and then down to his ass.  He moaned slightly in
protest as the man on top of him began to stroke his tightly puckered
asshole.

But Danny's mouth felt so good on his cock.  He had never really let the
other boy do what he could.  He had always been in a hurry before.  Also,
he was getting used to the gentle pumping sliding Danny's cock in and out
of his mouth.  Danny was being very careful not to gag Carlos.

Carlos opened his eyes when he felt someone new move in above him.  Mack
was kneeling on the bench over his head.  He had opened his pants and
pulled out his cock, stroking it.  He slid on a condom and ran the
lubricated head along Danny's asshole, preparing to fuck him.

Carlos gasped and began to struggle.  'That's not Danny's hand probing my
hole!  It's that Jones bastard's cock!  I'm getting the fuck out of here!'

Mack paused in his penetration of Danny's ass and glared down into the wide
eyes below his cock.

"Carlos, you just spread that cherry ass for him and don't even think about
doing anything or you will really get hurt."

Carlos wanted to protest, but Danny, sensing a problem, jammed his cock all
the way into Carlos' throat, making him gulp frantically to keep from
gagging.  As he concentrated on just breathing, he saw Mack's cock push
steadily into Danny's ass, pausing with the head just inside the ring of
muscle.

At the same time, he felt the fiery agony of his first penetration as the
man fucking him pushed through the virgin muscle.  Carlos gasped and his
ass instinctively tightened.  His hips bucked when he tried to escape the
burning pain.

Danny patted his butt cheek and sucked harder, trying to distract him from
his abuse.  Carlos wanted to grit his teeth at the pain, but felt Danny
moan in pain as his jaw began to tighten on his cock and loosened his
mouth.  Hurting Danny wasn't going to save him.  His fists clenched and his
arms bulged as he pulled against the restraints.

He stared up as Mack's cock slowly buried itself all the way to the balls
in Danny's hole.  He could feel the burning entry as his own virgin hole
was stretched relentlessly at the same time.  With Danny's cock in his
mouth and his balls hanging over his nose, he saw Mack's balls lay on top
of Danny's.

The men mounting the sixty-nining boys began to move.  They timed their
thrusts so that they both entered in the same rhythm.  Carlos was
overwhelmed with the sensations flooding his body.  He couldn't believe
this was really happening to him.

Danny was also fascinated, but he was neither scared, nor particularly
reluctant.  He regretted forcing Carlos, but it was neither his idea, nor
his choice.  He controlled the pace of his movements on and in Carlos to
match the other men's thrusts.  As the cocks pushed deeply into his and
Carlos' bowels, he lowered his hips, burying his cock down Carlos' throat
and swallowed Carlos' meat to the root.

It was so great to see and feel every thing at once.  He was fucking,
sucking, being fucked, and watching from a pointblank distance as someone
else was fucked.  If it had been almost anyone else behind him, he would
have been delighted.

Just the thought of Horace taking him while he sucked off Carlos made him
shiver in delight.  He tried to pretend it was Horace behind him.  But Mack
didn't fill his ass nearly as fully or as well.  Oh well.  Just think about
that shower when Horace had taken him.  Whores got good at pretending they
were with someone else.  Danny had lots of practice.

The younger man paced himself and controlled Carlos' readiness with his
mouth while waiting for the two men using them to get ready.  As the men
plunged faster, he sped up the mouth action.

Carlos' balls drew up and his breathing turned to moans, as he got ready to
cum, despite the cock still hurting his canal.  Danny felt Mack shudder and
the throbbing of his cock told the experienced young hustler that the man
on him had come.

Mack was not as large or as forceful as Mr. Horace had been.  Danny could
not feel the actual cum shoot into the condom, but he knew what had
happened.  He watched the man fucking Carlos close his eyes and grab the
younger man's hips, slamming into him again and again before gasping and
crying out when he came.

Carlos figured out what was happening and closed his eyes in relief.
Hopefully this would be over soon.  Then he was outta here.  He could get
work elsewhere and never see Mack again.  That would suit him just fine.
The minute they let him up, he was stuffing Danny on a bus and they were
gone.

Mack spoke roughly to Danny, "Make him come.  I want to see it on your
tongue."

Danny paused and lifted up for a second, looking over his shoulder,
protesting, "But he's not wearing a rubber."

Mack, still buried in the boy's ass, slapped it sharply.

"Get back down on him and do it anyway, or you are going to find something
a hell of a lot bigger back here than me.  It won't be just one and none of
them with condoms.  And you sure as hell won't enjoy it as much.
Understand?"

Danny swallowed, he recognized the threat of the crib and multiple
customers at the same time using him until he was torn, bleeding, and used
up.  He obeyed.

Mack and the other man pulled free.  Carlos jumped at the sudden sharp pain
as the knob popped out of the sphincter.  Danny went back down on Carlos.
The two men watched greedily as the two boys quickly began to pump their
hips, fucking each other's faces until Carlos was writhing in his readiness
to shoot.

Danny waited until Carlos was ready, then allowed himself to relax enough
to feel that first tingle in his balls that was warning of imminent
release.

Carlos gasped when he felt Danny's mouth slid off of him until only the
head of his cock rested on his tongue.  Then he wasn't thinking at all as
he fired spurt after spurt of hot cum into the open mouth over him.

Danny hated this.  He never let the johns come in his mouth and always made
them wear rubbers.  He had seen what happened to careless prostitutes and
drug addicts while he was still a young child and it had scared him.  Now,
with the very real threat of Aids, he was even more careful.  When he could
be.  He was pretty sure Carlos was clean, but you never knew.

Danny closed his eyes and swallowed reluctantly.  He gagged slightly.  Mack
slapped him and shoved his face back into Carlos' crotch, rubbing his face
on the other boy's wet cock.

"Lick him, boy.  Like a dog."

Carlos moaned as he felt the tongue lick him clean.  He came rapidly back
to reality when he felt Danny pull roughly from his automatically sucking
mouth.  He didn't have time to worry before a thick stream of salty sweet
fluid filled his mouth.  It flowed over his cheeks when he automatically
tried to push it out.

"Don't spit it out.  Swallow it, Carlos."  Mack cupped his chin and held
his mouth shut.

Carlos gagged, but finally managed to swallow.  It was the idea, not the
taste that he rebelled at.

Danny swung off of the other boy and stood by the bench, hoping they would
be sent out now.  But no such luck.

Mack said casually to the guard, "Take them out of here and store them.
We're done, for now."

"Yes sir, white room?"

Mack agreed and turned back to his client, ignoring the miserable boy on
the divan.  Bobby unfastened Carlos from the bench, but left his hands
cuffed in front of him when he pulled him up and pushed him from the room.
They were taken down several halls and shoved into an almost empty room.
Carlos' hands were unfastened just before the door shut behind the guards.

Danny sat on the floor.  His knees drawn up to his chest.  His arms wrapped
tightly around his legs.  His chin rested on his knees while he watched
Carlos warily.

The big young man had flung himself on the only piece of furniture.  An old
mattress along one wall of the tiny room they had been shoved in.  His face
was buried in his arms while he fought to control his breathing.  'Why?
Damn, I'm gonna kill those fuckers when I get out of here.'

Danny waited.  He knew better than to approach Carlos right now.  After all
they had been through, the tough young man might lash out with a hard fist
as readily as he would a cutting word.

After a while, Carlos sat up and roughly shoved the pillow off the
mattress.  He winced at the pain in his injured shoulder, and in his
asshole, then sat glaring at the blackened window.  It only reflected their
images back to them.

"Damn it!  Why the hell did they put us in here?  They got what they
wanted.  Now let us go!  At least give us back our clothes!"  He snarled at
the blank door without even a doorknob on this side.

Danny cringed slightly.  He did not really think that Mack had gotten
everything he wanted.  He had the bad feeling that their ordeal had only
just started.  And Carlos was not going to take it very well.

His slight movement caught the other man's eye and he swung to face the
younger man huddled against the wall.  He started to snarl, then Danny's
defensive posture, and his wary, upset face, registered.

The tension visibly flowing from his shoulders, Carlos sank back down
towards the mattress and sighed, asking Danny ruefully, "Does it always
hurt that much?"

Danny tilted his head to the side and said with a quick shake of his head,
"Only the first few times, or if you aren't ready."

Carlos said distastefully, "I don't know how you can stand doing that with
strangers all the time.  That's disgusting."

Danny flushed and snapped back, "I never had a choice at first.  And that
was before I was on the street.  When I was… Hell, you know what the
shelters are like.  You got three choices: run, fight, or get fucked.  The
first two are only possible while you are conscious, and no one cares
enough to keep you that way.  Now, it doesn't matter.  I'm used to it and
they give me enough money to let me stay alive.  Anyway, you're fast enough
to climb on me when you're horny."

Danny froze in terror.  He couldn't believe that he had talked back to
Carlos like that for the first time in their long association.  He was
going to get hurt.  He could not move.  He could only watch as Carlos' face
turned red and his hands curled into fists.

"You little faggot whore!" Carlos hissed and stepped forward.

Danny swallowed and, despite his fear, blurted out, "Yeah, I am.  But that
doesn't mean I don't have feelings too.  I hurt just like everyone else.
Do you really think that I like selling myself to drunks on the street?  I
just don't know what else to do.  I'm sorry.  I didn't want to do that with
them either.  But they didn't exactly give me a choice."

He sniffled as tears began to slide down his cheeks, but he kept his eyes
on Carlos' enraged face.  He knew there was nowhere to run or hide in this
small room.

Suddenly the bigger man turned away and dropped heavily on to the mattress.
He buried his head in his hands for a moment, then looked up at Danny.

"Oh God.  I'm sorry, Danny.  It's all right.  Come here."

Danny scrambled over in a rush.  He'd take whatever comfort he could get.
Mack scared him.  This whole situation scared him.

Carlos pulled the smaller man close and lay back down on the mattress,
holding his only friend.  "I'm so sorry.  I didn't know what he really
wanted when Mack told me to bring you with me.  I never meant for this to
happen."

Danny just lay beside him and tentatively patted Carlos on the shoulder.
"I know," he whispered, comforted by the strong arms holding him.  "I
know."

The two traumatized young men lay together, their naked bodies close,
wondering what was going to happen next.  And silently frightened of the
unknown future.

---

Above, unseen, unheard, unknown, watching them on the monitor, hearing
their every whisper, their every breath, two men spoke dispassionately.

"Well Sir, they might be trainable after all."

"Very well then, see what you can do.  But if they cause any trouble, make
sure that they never turn up to embarrass us.  There are plenty of street
kids to replace these two."

"Yes sir."

The one man left the room.  The other turned back to watch his latest
acquisitions and smiled to himself, savoring the plans he had for their
future.  It was not a nice expression.

***

Enjoy,

Mike.

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