Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 14:27:10 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty Three -pt1

(READER'S NOTE; the character Marvin in this series is the brother of
Jeffery Rollins of the series "BLACKSUB" in the gay/relationships section
of Nifty. For those who may want to know. -DOGG)

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-1
THE STING

 There are parts of north Philly that are know for it's rough drug trade.
Most people who don't live there, stay away. Some who live there stay
indoors after a certain hour. And some only visit to take what they can,
and get out!

 15 year old Louis Carter and his 15 year old friend Malik Laury rode the
route42 bus through the rough streets in search of Gogant Street. Both
boys sit on the bus in silence, almost afraid to speak as they searched
frantically out the passenger windows at street signs.

"Would you relax? You're making me nervous!" said Louis, at his friend's
jittery.

"I can't help it..." whispered Malik, looking around the nearly empty bus
to make sure no one heard him. "...these...THINGS're uncomfortable! They
keep shifting around inside!"

"Hey, they're uncomfortable for ME too, but you don't see me fidgeting
around like a bomb suspect!" scorned Louis. "Besides, the more you move
the more they shift! If you just sit still, they won't bother you as
much!"

"Shit man, why'd they have to put so many inside? And why'd they have to
be so damn BIG?" complained Malik, still squirming in his seat.

"You MUST like the way they feel nigga, you keep moving around even
though I told you not to!" smirked Louis.

"Bullshit! You didn't tell me we would transporting DRUGS IN OUR ASSHOLES
when you told me about this little scheme!" said Malik. "Had I known how
we'd be moving this shit, I never would've agreed to come with you!"

"It's EASY money, man!" reasoned Louis. "You told me you needed some
extra cash to get your girl something nice for her birthday, and I showed
you HOW we could do it, and now you want to complain? Where else're you
gonna make 200 dollars just taking the bus across town?"

"Well...you still could've told me HOW they were gonna make us carry it!
I don't know WHAT I thought dude was up to when he told me to drop my
pants..."

Malik stopped talking when his buddy started laughing at him out loud.

"You should've seen your face!" laughed Louis, trying not to giggle too
hard as it made his insides hurt too much. "I thought you were gonna pass
out when they started shoving those metal balls up our asses!"

"It's not funny, I almost DID pass out!" said Mal seriously, causing
Louis to laugh harder.

"OUCH!" he cried, after a few of the metal balls in his bowels shifted.
THAT caused Malik to laugh. "Look, I was the same way when I first did
it. Those balls hurt like hell, man. But I didn't want to discourage you
from trying it out. Really, it's EASY money! And you kind of get used to
it after a couple of runs! Next time you do it, it won't hurt as much."

"Next time? Fuck that shit, THIS's the LAST TIME I'm letting anyone put
anything UP my ass!" exclaimed Malik. An older man sitting 3 seats ahead
of them turned around and looked at Malik and Louis questionably, shook
his head, then turned back around.

"Yo, this's our stop!" shouted Louis, ringing the signal to stop. The bus
driver slammed on the breaks as the 2 kids ran for the rear door. They
hopped off at the corner of Gogant and Truant, then made their way to the
address patterned in Louis' head. He'd been there before, running drugs
for his older cousin JJ. They walked down the street until they came up
to an old house. Malik looked at it with skepticism, as Louis simply
walked up the front steps and gave his special knock. After several
minutes someone peeked out of a small peep hole drilled into a metal
door.

"WHO THE FUCK IS IT?!" asked a deep bellowing voice.

"It's Lou, JJ's cousin!" called the teen. He heard dead bolts being
unlocked, and then the door was pulled open. In the doorway stood a huge,
built, angry looking man with long dreadlocks. Malik's first instinct was
to turn and run, but he was so petrified by the sight of the man that his
feet froze where he stood.

"Hey Dreads, is my cousin in?" asked Louis, walking pass the door man as
if he lived there. Malik stood nervously at the bottom of the steps,
looking up into the big man's cruel looking eyes as would a deer trapped
in oncoming head lights.

"He downstairs. What's up with your boi outside, he coming in or what?"

"Malik! Come on!" insisted Louis.

Slowly Malik's legs started to work as he forced himself to climb the
front steps. He walked pass the man referred to as "Dreads", and ducked
into the house. Dreads smirked to himself as he closed and locked the
door behind them, unaware that they were all being observed from a house
across the street.


"What do you see, Rodriguez?" asked one of the observers as he came out
of the bathroom from taking a shit.

"Two kids, about 14 or 15, just entered the building. One of them were
observed entering a week ago with another teen. No visible weapons or
bags though." said Rodriguez, peering through a high powered scope
directed at the drug house across the street.

"Okay. Record the time they entered and the time they leave. I'll have
one of the backups follow them when they come back out." ordered the
second man.


Inside, Louis led Malik through a clear narrow path through the house
and down into the basement where JJ was. The house was dimly lite, and
Louis had been taught to stay on the narrow path to avoid setting off any
booby traps placed around the house incase of a police raid. The 2 boys
descended the steps into the cellar.

"JJ! JJ, -you down here?" called Louis into the darkened shadows of the
cellar.

 They stood there for a few minutes, then JJ (Louis' older cousin) came
into the clearing, as if out of no where.

"Hey, wussup lil' cuz?" he smiled while walking up to the teen. They
slapped hands in true gang style fashion, then gave each other half hugs
as a symbol of love and affection. "You got my shit?" he asked, after a
brief exchange.

"Hell yeah! And I can't wait to give it to you!" said Louis, rubbing his
sore ass playfully.

 JJ laughed, knowing his cousin was stuffed to the max with drugs.

"I see you brought a different friend from last week." said JJ, noticing
Malik standing silently by the stairs. "What happened to the guy that
came with you last time?"

"Dennis? I don't know, cuz. He just said he didn't want to come back
again, but wouldn't say why. Is there a problem?"

 JJ stared Malik over oddly.

"You know we gotta keep this operation here on the hush. I thought your
boi Dennis was gonna be your regular partner. We can't have too many of
your friends knowing what goes on here, there're people that'll be
looking for you if they knew what you were carrying for us. That's why we
choose to use yall, so no one would suspect you." explained JJ.

"Oh, my BAD cousin. I didn't know. But Dennis was firm when he said he
wasn't coming back."

"It's all good, lil' cuz. Where you know this punk from anyway? Yall been
friends long?" asked JJ, leading Louis and Malik into a back room behind
a make shift curtain where they were greeted by 2 more of JJ's buddies.

"He's a friend from school. But he's kewl, we've been hanging together a
lot lately." said Lou, recognizing the 2 men. "Sup Russ? Sup Marv?" he
said, trying to sound tough by deepening his voice a little.

"Sup lil' man?" called Russ, while Marvin just ignored him completely.

"Yo, yall remember my little cousin from last week, right?" re-introduced
JJ, incase his boys didn't notice him or remember that he was off limits.
"This is his new partner, Malik."

"What happened to the kid from last week?" asked Marvin, as if concerned.

"He said he ain't coming back no more." answered JJ, to the laughter of
Russ and Marvin. JJ caught the drift of their laughter, but Louis and
Malik were clueless as to what was so funny.

"Hey, same drill as last week. Yall two take care of the boi here, while
I get the stash from my cousin. Kew? Oh, and no funny stuff!" warned JJ
as he took Louis into another area of the basement. Russell and Marvin
both smirked and snickered at JJ's commands as they turned to Malik.
Marvin looked down at the frightened teen with a particularly sullen look
about him, making the boy want to pee his pants.

"What the fuck YOU looking at, punk?" yelled Marvin, purposely trying to
intimidate the boy. Malik jumped noticeably, frightened by Marvin's angry
tone. "Take off those fucking clothes, bitch!" he ordered as Malik
continued to look at him in confusion. "Don't make me have to tell you
twice!" he warned.

 Malik heard the simple threat, and quickly started to remove his
clothes. He felt odd, undressing naked in front of strangers for the
second time tonight.

"And we better not find any hidden cameras or tape recorders on you
either, kid! Or that's your ass!" added Russell, watching the boy's naked
form as it came into view.

"Tape recorders?" asked Malik, stripping off the last of his clothing.

"Never mind that, just get the fuck up on this table!" ordered Marvin in
his same nasty tone. Malik climbed up on the table as told. "Stand up!
Facing away from us!" added Marvin, staring at the boy's soft looking
round ass cheeks. "Now, squat down!"

"Squat?" asked Malik, unsure he heard correctly.

"Yeh nigga! You deaf, or dumb?" shouted Marvin, slapping the boy hard on
his ass. Malik yipped at the sting, then quickly did as they said. He
bent down in front of them, his ass becoming more vulnerable as his butt
spread to reveal his near hairless ass crack. He looked back at the 2 men
over his shoulder, nervously waiting for their next order.

 Russell got a square metal pan, then placed it strategically between
Malik's spread feet just under his buttock.

"SHIT!" ordered Marvin, in one word.

"Huh?" asked Mal, -hearing things.

"I said SHIT, you stupid mother-fucker!" shouted the man, smacking
Malik's ass harder this time. Malik ducked his head in embarrassment,
then did as ordered.

 At another location earlier tonight, he and Louis was make to strip
naked, then ordered a mandatory douching before drug dealers wearing
rubber gloves started pushing gigantic metal balls into their asses,
containing what Malik thought to be probably cocaine or heroin. Their
asses was thoroughly washed and greased, as the metallic balls were
forced inside. Malik screamed as the first ball was pushed in without
much thought or care of his pain. The dealer pushed hard into Mal's tight
fighting anus, forcing his sphincter muscles to give way as the ball bore
its way inside. Another giant ball quickly followed, pushing in against
the first one already filling his rectum. In total, both Malik and Louis
were fitted with 10 giant large/jumbo eggs sized metal balls, then given
an address which to take them for 200 dollars a piece (20 dollars per
ball).

 Malik felt the first ball pushing out against his rectum, forcing the
tight lips of his sealed anus to part and open as it inched it's way
closer to freedom. Marvin and Russell had a clear view of Malik's
straining asshole as it gave up the first ball. The large circular object
appeared at his back door, then made a loud clanking noise as it plopped
down into the metal pan.

"That's ONE." announced Marvin, after the metallic sphere hit the tray
coated with slimy grease.

 Malik sighed relief after the first ball passed, but his joy faded fast
when the second ball began to push out his asshole. He grit his teeth as
the second ball repeated the actions of the first, squeezing pass his
sphincter as it extracted itself from his inner depths.

"That's TWO!" announced Marvin again, annoying Malik whom had eight more
metal spheres to go. He was extremely embarrassed, his exposed asshole
visible for all the world to see as he went through the humiliation of
shitting out spheres to two total strangers.

"That's THREE!"

 One by one the balls came out, each expel becoming easier than the last.
Malik pushed out the last ball with his stomach muscles, his anus
contracting and retracting as his anal track ejected the round globe
which made the final loud embarrassing plop into the pan. He began to
rise up when he suddenly felt a large hand pushing him back into position
by pressing into the small of his back.

"You ain't done yet, nigga! There's still one more ball left!" claimed
Marvin, his hand still resting on Malik's back. Mal looked back at him
over his shoulder, hoping that the man was joking.

"That was the tenth ball..." he said, trying to sound as non offensive as
possible.

"I can COUNT, nigga!" yelled Marvin, his cruel eyes growing wild and
crazy. "You saying I'm LYING?! You think I'm stupid or something??"

"No! No!" insisted Mal, fearing a brutal beating. "I just think you
forgot to count the last ball, is all."

"Oh, NOW I'm forgetful!" exaggerated Marvin, looking over at Russell whom
tried to hold in his amusement. "You get this, man? This little punk
mother-fucker thinks I'm too stupid to count to ten! He must think he's
smarter than me, just because I dropped out of school in the 6th grade!"
Russell chuckled, unable to hold in the laughter any longer.

"You know what I think?" asked Marvin with a serious tone. "I think this
little bastard's trying to rip me off!" he said, turning his attention
back to the kid. "Is that what you're doing, punk? You trying to rip me
off? You holding OUT on me?!!"

"No! No, I'm NOT! Honest! THAT was the last ball!" defended Malik,
looking back over both shoulders as he pleaded his innocents to both men.

"You're lying!" said Marvin, simply. "I think you're still holding ONE
more ball up your ass! I think you're trying to get out of here with your
own stash!"

"No, I'm NOT lying! Please! There was only TEN! Louis could verify it!"
said Malik, frantically.

"Louis? Who the fuck is Louis??!" asked Marvin, sounding agitated.

"Louis is my friend I came in with! The other guy took him into the back!
HE could tell you how many we had inside us!" promised the boy.

"Fuck Louis! HE might be IN ON IT with you for all I know!" assumed
Marvin. "I'm just going to have to check for myself!"

 Malik didn't know what the big man meant by that last statement, until
he felt Marvin shove two of his huge thick fingers up his unexpected
asshole. Malik yelled as the fingers pushed in, forcing through his
sealed anal lips. He could feel them stretching his hole as they moved
around inside him, as if searching for something inside a clogged drain.

"Feel anything?" asked Russell, standing off to the side holding back his
giggles.

"Naw...the little bastard's probably got it stuffed all they way up
inside his ass." said Marvin, adding a third finger as he stretched,
poked, and prodded the asshole open with his jabbing thrusts. Malik
flinched in pain, feeling every movement as the fingers pushed in deep.
His only consolation was that he survived having ten of those big metal
balls shoved up his ass, so he figured 3 of Marvin's fingers couldn't
hurt too much more.

"Maybe you need something LONGER to push up in there." suggested Russell
with a smirk.

"Good idea!" excited Marvin, removing his hand. Malik began to plead his
innocence once again, when he heard the unmistakable sound of someone's
zipper being pulled down. Malik saw Marvin pushing down his pants to
expose his long, hard, thick, 10" elephant dick swinging back and forth
out from his crotch just above his thunder thighs. His eyes bulged wide
when he suddenly realized what the "something longer" was.

"NO...! Wait...! Please...!" was all he had time to say before Marvin
grabbed him down from the table and carried him (as if he weighed
nothing) across the room to a filthy flat mattress lying on the floor in
a corner of the room. He was pushed down to his hands and knees, his ass
exposed outward as Marvin quickly lined his fat bloated dick up to the
greased hole and pushed inside.

"AAAARRRHHHHHHGGGG!!!" screamed Malik, feeling the man's dick force its
way in.

"Go ahead, scream bitch! Can't nobody hear your ass!" laughed Marvin,
shoving another few inches inside. Malik cringed, his hands flying
backwards in defense as he fought to pry himself away from his attacker.
But Marvin was strong, 250 pounds of bull thick muscle held the boy
easily into place as he shoved another inch or two up the boy's
convulsing rectum.

"NOOOO!!!" screamed Malik, feeling as if a tree trunk had been stiffed up
his backside. Marvin continued to plow forth, unaffected by the boy's
pleas as he held him by the hips. Soon he had his hairy pelvis smashed
against the boy's small ass, grinding his thick massive dick around
inside his spasming sheath. Malik lay very still, afraid that one wrong
move might cause the giant dick inside him to rupture something vital. He
didn't want to bleed to death on a dirty mattress on the floor of a drug
house with a drug dealer's 10" dick stuffed up his ass. How would that
look in the papers when they described his death?

 After a few minutes of grinding, Marvin was ready for a nice long fuck
up the boy's butt. He pulled back with his hips, pulling some of his big
dick out of the tight squeezing anus, while dragging the boy's inner
lining out as well. Marvin loved to see his dick extracted from a tight
hole, only to see the inner lining of the anal ring cling to his massive
thickness like a condom before sliding down his wide shaft to disappear
back up inside the hole where it belonged. He pushed his hips forward as
little faster on the intake, only to cause the boy more pain. When he
withdrew again, he watched the lining cling to his dick before thrusting
back up inside even harder.

 Malik screamed and groaned in pain with every move of Marvin's hips. His
asshole was not used to such pain, the largest thing Malik had ever had
inside him before tonight was his doctor's finger. Nothing he had ever
encountered before could have prepared him for this rape as he felt his
manhood and his dignity slowly melt away with each thrust. After so many
minutes he stopped pleading, knowing that begging would do no real good.
His attacker was cruel and heartless, and probably thrived off of causing
others unnecessary pain and anguish. Malik knew to survive this attack
meant he'd have to give into it, and allow it to happen rather than fight
against it. It went against every instinct in his body as he tried to
relax his tense muscles. Almost instantly he could feel some of the
intense pressure decrease just a smidgen. This gave him hope as he tried
to force himself to relax more.

 Meanwhile Marvin was busy dunking his dick in and out of the ass before
him. Malik's anus was so tight, that Marvin couldn't tell if the boy was
trying to relax his muscles or not. He just kept right on plowing his way
through the resisting hole non stop, uncaring how the boy faired against
his attack.

"Feel anything yet?" asked Russell, standing by as he watched his buddy
fuck the kid hard and deep.

"Nothing but hot tight boy ass!" smiled Marvin as he fucked into the kid
with meaner strokes. "Wait, wait a second..." he paused, picking up the
pace as he began to hammer forth. "...I think I feel something!"

"Yeeh?" asked Russell, fingering his own hardon through the crotch of his
pants.

"Yeh, I FEEL it! I definitely feel something...!" said Marvin, fucking
even harder into the screaming boy's backside as he slammed his pelvic
bone into the his soft firm buns.

"What is it? What do you feel?" asked Russell, unzipping his pants to
free his dick.

"I feel...like CUMMING!!" announced Marvin, shooting his load deep inside
Malik's bleeding tunnel.

"YEH! YEH! Take that big fucking load, bitch! Awe SHIT YEEEEHHHH! I'm
cumming right up this punk's boi pussy! Damn his hole is tight!"

 Malik wasn't sure if he could feel Marvin cumming inside him or not, as
his ass was still mostly in a sea of pain from the high intensity
fucking. But he WAS sure of how wet his hole became, and how much easier
it was for the dick to slip in and out now that it was probably coated
with Marvin's own cum.

 The fuck thrusts slowly began to slow to a stop as Marvin sent 9 full
spurts of thick white juice into the boy's anal track. His dick throbbed
and pulsed inside the tight gripping sheath as it spilled out the last of
his load. He removed his fat shrinking dick, as the sweet boy hole in
front of him released his meat and slowly closed back up to a tight
looking seal. Marvin held the cheeks open with his massive hands as a
small trickle of maroon blood formed at the hole. Laughing out loud, he
slapped the boy hard on the ass (leaving a viscous hand print), and got
dressed. Malik had hoped his ordeal was over, but was quickly mounted by
Russell, whom was very close to cumming himself.

"AAAAHHHHH!!" yelled Malik, feeling his asshole attacked again as another
dick forced its way inside him. This time the pain wasn't as pronounced,
as Russell's dick was smaller and more average in length and width. He
pushed his prick into the anus, pushing through the blood and semen which
coated his dick and made entry a little more easier. Once he had his
entire dick embedded, he began fucking, hammering his way in and out of
the boy's tight trembling body like a runaway train.

"Hey, what're yall doing to my friend??" asked 15 year old Louis,
returning from the back room with his cousin. He saw Marvin tucking his
thick fat mammoth meat back into his pants, as Russell was riding Malik
viscously in the corner. He could hear the cries of his friend as he was
butt fucked from behind like a common bitch. Just then he heard Russell
crow, yelling out profanities as he too filled Malik with his hot
spurting cum.

"Yo, mind your business squirt." winked Marvin, scaring Louis as he saw
his friend being cummed in.

"JJ...!" he said, looking for his cousin to do something to stop them.

"It's over now, Lou. They're finish with him." said JJ, taking his cousin
back upstairs.

"But...but they were fucking him! They fucked my friend! Why would they
do that?" asked Louis, as he was taken out of sight. Marvin shook his
head, wishing he wasn't JJ's little cousin, as he would have fucked HIM
too. That boy needed a little wake up call to reality, -thought Marvin.

 Russell removed his dick, pulling it out of Malik's sore hole as he got
to his feet and pulled up his pants. Malik was slow to move, his entire
body ached from the inside out. His asshole felt 10 sizes too big as he
got up from the mattress.

"Oh damn, look!" said Marvin, grabbing the metal pan off the table as he
recounted the balls inside. "There IS ten balls here..." he conceded.
"...looks like the kid was right the whole time! Hey, my BAD lil' man!"
he said with a smirk as he handed Malik back his clothes. "No hard
feeling?"

 Malik wiped a drying tear from his cheek as he carefully put his clothes
back on. Avoiding eye contact, he slowly made his way back up the cellar
steps only to hear Marvin call- "See you next week kid", before the two
men burst into laughter. Malik walked slowly along the path he followed
earlier, and met Louis, JJ, and the man called Dreads at the front door.

"You okay?" asked Louis, concerned. Malik nodded his head, looking at the
ground as he was too ashamed to look the men in their faces.

"Here's your money." said JJ, handing Malik his 200 dollars for services
rendered. Malik put the cash in his pocket, then quietly followed Louis
outside. He heard the door being re locked and bolted before they even
hit the bottom step. The police watched through their surveillance
cameras as the two teens walked away from the house, one of them walking
funnier than he did before he walked in.

 After the silent bus ride back home, Louis and Malik parted ways, with
Louis pointing out that "at least" he got the money for his girl's
birthday present. Malik found that as little consolation to losing his
male virginity. He walked in the opposite direction of Louis, going a few
blocks before coming across his car which he had stashed away. He got in,
started it up, and drove to work for a meeting with his boss.


"Detective...you're LATE!" called capt McConnell, sitting at the head of
the drug enforcement task force assigned to bring drug crime back down
from its peak.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was...indisposed." said detective Malik Jones as he
entered the debriefing room with his fellow officers.

"Were you successful in penetrating the drug lord's house? Did you see
how their peddling this stuff?" asked the captain, impatiently.

"uh...no sir, not yet." lied the detective, feeling all the eyes of every
man in the room fall upon him even as he felt the drip of semen (or was
it blood) seep from his anus.

"Well, is your undercover identity still intact?" asked the captain,
looking down into his notes. "Is the...Louis boy aware that you're really
a police officer?"

"No sir, the boy doesn't suspect a thing." said Malik, trying to keep a
cool face and not reveal how much pain his ass was actually in. "My
identity is completely safe."

"Good. Excellent. Keep working at it, son. They may not trust you yet,
but eventually they'll slip up and reveal something crucial to our
investigation. And when they do, we'll have those stinking drug dealers
right where we want them!"

"Yes, sir." answered Malik, choosing to stand through the rest of the
meeting rather than try to sit in those hard wooden chairs.