Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 03:50:05 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: A Lapse in Security (authoritarian, interracial)

***

This is a story based on a discussion I had with a fan of my other stories,
a man I'll call "Hot Bear-Sling Mark". It's based on some things he
mentioned that got him hot and, in talking about it, got ME hot! If you
like what you read, drop me a note. Let me know what gets you going - you
just never know what will spark creative people! Hope you enjoy this
fantasy!

***

During the rush of the summer holiday, the large warehouse door had been
left unlocked. A few of the tools had been taken and a lock on a large
cabinet had been damaged. Ashland Christopher, the chief director of the
company, had been called in to go over the police report. He was an average
guy who stood just at 5'10 with brownish-blond hair, stunning blue eyes and
a mouth that asked to be kissed. He smiled when he came into the open
warehouse. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a loose t-shirt and a
jacket. Not his usual executive norm, to be sure.


"Who was on duty last night?" Christopher asked, looking over the
scene. "Who was it that let my shit get taken right under their nose?"


The guard, the only other employee in the open warehouse, didn't say
anything right away. He looked from the door to the man and to the spot on
the floor between his work shoes. When he looked up, his employer was
looking at him.


"Tell me something, Mark," The director said, still smiling. "Are you blind
or were you jerking your cock while my shit was being carted out of here?"


The guard, a solid man of about 200lbs of average muscle, didn't answer
right away. Instead, he kept his hands at his waist, his thumbs through the
loops of his belt. He didn't look down, didn't offer excuses, only stood
where he was, green eyes on his boss. His smooth face showed his jaw clench
before his round mouth opened and closed again.


"Get the fuck up to my office." Christopher said, his tone even but
dangerous. "I have a little home movie I'd like to show you before you sign
the police report."


A few minutes later, in the small office of AC Storage, Mark and his boss
stood with two large police officers in front of a wide screen. On the
video, the guard was leaning against the wall in the men's bathroom, his
big hands rubbing the front of his stiff black uniform. One of the police
officers chuckled when the guard on the screen squeezed his obvious
hard-on.


"What about it, Mark?" The director asked, his voice still even but
angry. "Is that, or is that not, you...right there against that fucking
wall with your fucking hand on your fucking johnson while my shit is being
carted out the door?!"


"You can see that it is," The guard answered.  "I'm not going to make
excuses. I was horny as shit and nothing had happened all night."


"Something sure as fuck happened while you were jerking your meat!"


"At no time during the night did I jerk myself off, sir." Mark said,
looking from the screen to the man. "Sure, I gave myself a good feeling up
but I didn't jerk off. You can wind the tape forward if you want to see
what I did."


The blond came up behind him, almost touching him. The man's hot breath
caused the small hairs on the guard's neck to rise. The two police officers
said nothing but they chuckled between them.


"I fucking hate a smart ass, Mark," Christopher said in a low growl. "Are
you trying to get fired, here?"


"What I'm trying to do is tell you the truth."


The director's hand settled on the guard's hip, causing Mark to start a
bit. The man's other hand was on the small of his back and the firm bulge
in the boss' pants was pressed into the dip of the guard's tight uniform
pants. The man was hard and as he spoke, Christopher began to rub gently
against those pants.


"What was going through your dirty little mind? Were you thinking about
some tight bitch to shove your cock into or some dirty rent-boy going down
on you?"


Another of the officer's chuckles.


"Which slot you like your meat in, Mark?" The director kept on, his pelvis
grinding into the guard. "You a boy-lover or a bitch-banger?"


"Neither, sir." Mark said in a deep voice of his own. "Only turned on by
men...sir."


The director's large hand slid down to the guard's crotch and found the
small fastener on the rough fabric. Deft fingers undid the button and slid
the zipper down. Mark's intake of breath was soft but noticeable. Behind
him, away from the man's face, the boss' hand slid into the guard's pants
and against a warmth he knew all too well. Closing his fingers over the
guard's cock, the boss leaned forward and kissed the exposed flesh of the
man's neck.


"Is this part of my coaching, sir?"


"Get smart, Mark..." The other man said, grinding into him. "In this part
of the job, I'm sure you don't need coaching. You gonna play or do we have
to get rough?"


The security guard pushed back, hard. Mark's tight ass met the hard meat in
the boss' pants and it was an instant attraction.  Christopher's cock
hardened all the more. Behind them, the police officers only smiled at the
show that was starting in front of them.


"What if we do both?" Mark said, unbuttoning his own shirt. "What if we
play rough?"


Christopher pushed the guard against the wall, directing his body so that
it wouldn't impact the monitor. With a heavy slam, Mark's body was against
the wall and the man behind him was tight on his back. There were soft,
manly sounds coming from each of them as they fumbled with their
clothes. Mark tugged on his shirt, at his pants, trying to get them
off. Christopher pulled at his own to free his aching cock and to press his
naked flesh against the guard's.


"How rough do you like it, boy?" Christopher said, finally free of his
shirt.


"How rough can you give it, sir?"


After a bit more work, both men had stripped out of their clothes, even
their socks and were rubbing hard against each other. Mark's hairy body
felt good against the Christopher's, his back arched and bowed, exposing
his round, tight ass to the length of cock that was resting in the
crack. Both men oozed thick pre-cum as they moved against each other.


"You cost me last night, Mark." Christopher said in a low voice. "I'm going
to take out every cent in ass-fucking minutes, you got me?"


"In that case, sir, I hope I cost you a helluva lot!"


Behind the security guard, Christopher dropped to his knees.  Taking hold
of the Mark's hard ass, he didn't fuck around. He pulled the meaty cheeks
apart and shoved his face in between them, stabbing hard with his
tongue. In the folds of soft pink, the man's hard tongue went in long and
hard.  Fastening his mouth to the warm hole, Christopher started eating
Mark's hot pucker! Licking hard and sucking harder, he tortured the man's
flesh with his mouth and tongue. When Mark started squirming, Christopher
only sank his fingers into the ass-flesh harder and forced his tongue to go
deeper.


Nobody had ever tongued him like that, before! Mark pushed back, pushed his
ass against the guy's face, against his tongue. When the slick thing pushed
at his hole, Mark reached back and pulled the guy's head forward, driving
it still deeper.


"Get in there, mother-fucker! Tongue-fuck that asshole!"


After a few sloppy minutes of this, Christopher stepped back and ran hand
over his cock. Mark looked over his shoulder and was surprised that the man
was still not inside him. He smiled a winning smile, his smooth jawline
sinking in, giving his handsome face a sexy movie-star quality.


"What? Now, you're gettin' scared?" He asked, thrusting his ass back. "Not
going to fuck what you started?"


"Oh, no...not yet."


>From either side of him, Mark felt the meaty hands grab his arms and pull
him away from the wall. He was dragged backward to the desk and up onto
it. On either side of him, the two police officers had stripped out of
their clothes and were getting him into position. Mark watched the two
black men move his arms down onto the desk and secure his wrists with cords
of braided leather.


"Where the FUCK did those come from?" Mark said, half shocked and half
amused. "What sort of sick fuck are you that you have leather straps on
your desk?"


The tall man to the right of him stepped in front of him.  Mark watched the
officer peel back a dark jock and haul out a piece of meat that would make
a young donkey blush. The security guard swallowed hard but smiled when the
man started stroking it, coaxing a long string of pre-cum from its dark
cap.


"Gonna fuck me with that meat, officer?" Mark said. "Or just play with it?"


"This is officer Donelan," Christopher said, coming around the man. "He's
my enforcer."


Mark lifted his legs and exposed his hole.


"Enforce the fuck right out of me, big Don!" Mark said, smiling wide. "I
think I'm going to like breaking the rules, around here."


The officer positioned his cock against the presented pucker of the
security guard. Big Don leaned down and let a long trail of spit fall from
his mouth onto the plump head of his cock. He took a few seconds and rubbed
it into the winking hole. When he'd got both of them slippery and slick, he
slid his cock into Mark's waiting asshole. The security guard let out a
long moan as he was filled, almost non-stop with long, slick, black
cop-cock!


"God...DAMN!" Mark swore, straining against the bonds on his
wrist. "Horse...fucking...COCK!"


Big Don smiled down at the skewered white boy and rubbed his chest.


Around the guard's head, the second officer leaned down and put his mouth
on the man's hard, pink nipple. His fingers latched onto the other one and
tugged, hard. Mark writhed up against the man's mouth and fingers, a long
groan coming from him. The officer increased pressure on both and the guard
squirmed all the more, fighting against his bonds.


"Jesus..." Mark moaned in pleasure.


"This is Tony Manson." Christopher said, coming around the desk. "He's what
I like to call our Pleasure Principal. He's got a great mouth and an even
better cock!"


Big Don moved his hips and Mark sucked in air. The dick in his ass had
opened him up but the movement was still a shock to him. He squirmed on the
desk, trying to find some way to move, to arch up, to participate in his
fucking. His bald head banged against the desk as Big Don slammed into
him. It was a hard, happy sort of pain that tore through his asshole as the
black man set up a nice rhythm inside him. Mark's legs found the black
cop's shoulders and he rested his ankles on them. Big Don smiled down at
him and began to skewer him all the harder.


"Jesus...fuck...me! God...damn...fuck...me!" Mark moaned, his words like a
mantra. "Harder, you big-dicked son of a bitch!  FUCK that ass like you own
the motherfucker!"


"Oh, he does own that ass," Christopher said with a laugh. "We all three
own that ass."


Tony moved back and took both Mark's nipples in his hands.  He twisted the
pink tips until Mark came up off the desk with a sharp intake of air
through clenched teeth. Still, the fingers pinched harder and pulled at the
soft flesh. Big Don leaned forward and kissed the other
officer. Christopher moved between them and they shared their long tongues
and lips with him, too.  Spit came from all three of them, landing on
Mark's bare stomach, beading in his thick body hair.


"What about me?" Mark asked, trying to lean up.  "Nobody going to give me
some tongue-action?"


Christopher leaned down and skewered the man's mouth the way he had his
ass. Mark kissed back, giving as good as he got. The two men's kiss was
passionate and hot enough to make Big Don slow a little and Tony to give a
slight chuckle. Christopher only kissed deeper, running his hand along
Mark's face, down his neck to the center of his chest and down to grip his
hard cock.


"Looks like you're liking this shit," Christopher said. "Losing my
merchandise and getting caught jerking your prick get you hard, Mark?"


"Man...I'm sorry...as fuck for gettin...your shit stolen..." Mark
gasped. "But jerking my cock...not so much!"


Christopher didn't respond. His hand tightened on the guard's meat and
began to pump it in time with Big Don's ass-fucking strokes.  The guard's
body shifted this way and that, his arms straining his bonds. His legs
pushed down on the black man's shoulders, attempting to raise his ass for
deeper fucking. Tony's fingers continued to tug and twist on his nipples,
bringing Mark up off the desk. Between the thre men, the security guard
couldn't stop moving and could decide which torture he wanted more of.


Christopher moved to the side of the desk and loosened the leather
straps. Tony moved up onto the desk, picking Mark up as he did. Big Don
moved in closer, not letting his hard cock slip out of the man's tight ass.
When Mark's back was pressed against Tony's hard, black chest, the security
guard knew what was coming next. Both black cops had sandwiched him between
them and Christopher had moved behind Big Don.


"Fuck no, man..." Mark said, shaking his head.  "No...oh, fuck, no...."


Big Don took Mark's ankles in his hands and brought them far apart. Tony
took hold of the guard's worn, sore nipples and started twisting and
tugging again. Big Don's cock twitched inside of him and Mark felt it. He
also felt the push against his ass that he'd been dreading. It was the
plum-like head of Tony's massive cock, looking to be let into his already
stretched ass. The guard shook his head, trying to resist the two invading
black snakes.


"Just relax, man. It's going to be fucking hot!"  Tony said behind
him. "Let us in that white-boy ass. Let us fuck you up the right way!"


Mark had no choice. Soon, he felt the pain-pleasure of being penetrated by
the two cops, Big Don looking down on him and Tony continuing to pinch and
pull on his nipples. He sighed, fought the urge to scream out and pushed
back against the black cop behind him. His ass felt like it was on fire,
burning and stretching around the onslaught of cock. Big Don held his
ankles far apart and kept his own body still. Tony's slick prick slid up
into him until he felt both of them moving around inside of him like
squirming eels fighting!


"How's that feel, man?" Christopher said, his slick hand on Mark's
cock. "Like my guys up inside you?"


"Fuck you, man!" Mark spat. "These bastards are going to tear me open!"


"Hell...they won't do anything you don't want them to." Christopher said,
stroking the man. "Just let them set the pace and all you have to do is sit
back and enjoy the ride."


Christopher stepped back and watched the nude black cops maneuver the white
security guard on the desk. Tony moved back, bracing himself on the side of
the thing. Big Don moved around so that he could get the best traction,
bringing his right leg up onto a nearby chair. He pulled his big meat out
until the thick head was all that remained inside. Tony pushed himself up
to his balls into Mark's tight hole. The guard took in a deep breath. When
Tony pulled out, Donelan pushed himself in. They set up a see-saw sort of
fuck rhythm that got Mark going. Not long after they got started,
Christopher moved over to the side of the desk and took Mark's hard meat in
his hand. The cops fucked, Mark groaned and the boss let his pervy hand
stroke the guard's hard cock!


Donelan leaned across the guard between them and kissed Tony, pushing his
tongue into the man's mouth. Tony kissed back, leaning up and holding onto
Don's neck. The two of them moaned against each other, both shoving their
pricks deep into the gripping hole between them. While they kissed, Mark
squirmed on their meat. His hands reached for their bodies, their nipples
and down their hard abs and fit torsos. His own hard body flinched and
relaxed, tensed and released. Christopher's hand gripped hard on his cock
and he fought the urge to pump into that fist.


After a few more minutes of this sort of double-see-sawing, Mark felt his
cock throb hard in the boss's hand. His own body tensed and he knew that
the push-pull of two black dicks against his prostate were soon going to
drive him over the edge.  He spread his legs wider to get more of Big Don's
dick into him but it was Tony that bucked up with more cock. Mark felt the
jolt against his insides and felt his dick ooze out more pre-cum. He
watched the boss' face twist into a leering grin. Christopher knew how
close he was, too! Mark's right hand clamped onto Donelan's shoulder, his
left hand gripped Tony's meaty thigh. He flexed his stomach, let it
relax. When he felt the next full thrust of Donelan's massive black dick
into him, it was followed by Tony's fuck-stick opening him up and that was
all he could take!


"FUCK!" Mark moaned. "Fuuuck you, mother-fuckers...you're making me shoot!"


Christopher's thumb slid over the piss-slit and Mark groaned deep in his
chest. His body slammed up and into Donelan's hard chest. The cop pushed
down, sandwiching the guard between himself and the other cop. Mark moaned
again.


"FUCKERS!" The guard growled. "...I'm cumming you sons of bitches!"


Long ropes of cum slung out of Mark's cock. The first one caught him in the
middle of his face, sliding down his cheek and down the bridge of his
nose. The second string landed in the center of his chest, oozing down onto
his stomach. Christopher caught the third discharge in his greedy
cock-sucking mouth as he capped his lips onto the head. Donelan had left
enough room for the man's hand but he had to push to get his mouth in
there. The greedy fuck sucked down all of what was left of Mark's hearty
cum-load. His tongue worked the base while his fingers squeezed all they
could from his shaft.


Inside the guard's tight, clenching ass, Donelan unloaded his massive black
cock. When he shot out his first bit, Tony followed suit.  Together, the
two black gods began to hose Mark's ass with their white-hot semen! Pumping
their toned torsos back and forth, the two of them unloaded more cum than
Mark had ever had inside of him at one time. The stuff roiled and bubbled
inside of him, oozing out his gaping hole as they continued to pump their
bodies against him, pushing their pricks into him until their balls rubbed
against one another.


Donelan leaned forward and kissed Tony again. His hands rubbed his
fuck-buddy's shoulder while his tongue rubbed against the other man's
own. They groaned against each other, neither of them stopping until they
had jettisoned their huge ball-load inside of the white, writhing
guard. When the kiss was ended and their massive cocks had spit out all
their cum, Donelan leaned back first, pulling his prick free of Mark's
clenching asshole. His gorgeous black flesh gleamed in the light.


"You're a hot fuck," Donelan said with a smile.  "For a white boy."


Tony chuckled, letting Mark climb off of him before moving.  He didn't make
any moves to get off the desk or to get dressed. Instead, he leaned back on
the top of the thing and propped on one arm. He let one leg stretch out in
front of him and began to tease himself by tracing his cum-soaked cock from
base to head. Soon, the black monster was rising from his dark patch of
curls again. He started to stroke himself, long strokes that boned him up
even more.


"Shit," Mark said, finding his footing. "My ass is going to be sore for the
next three days. You bastards have some big fucking cocks."


"And you loved all eighteen inches up in your ass," Tony said, still
stroking his meat. "If you didn't, you wouldn't still be staring at my
half, right now."


"Fuck yes, I did." Mark nodded. "Think that's paid my debt, boss man?"


"Debt?" Christopher asked. "What debt would that be?"


The man moved to a computer at the side of the room. He turned on the
screen as he sat down and punched in a few commands. On the screen, a video
image of the four of them filled the screen. He hit a few other buttons and
the machine made a soft whirring noise.


"You said I cost you...and that you were going to take it out of my ass..."
Mark said, looking at Tony's stroking hand. "I'd say eighteen inches of
hard black cock is a pretty big payment."


"Oh, that..." Ashland Christopher said. "That was just some shit I made
up. Tony and Donelan saw you doing your rounds the other night and wanted a
piece of your ass."


Mark looked at his boss, his jaw working. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to
be fucking furious but the two naked black cops had fucked him so good he
couldn't find the anger. He watched Christopher take a CD from the drive
and slip it into a jewel case. When the man came over to him, he took the
CD, not really understanding what was going on.


"What's this?" He asked, looking from his boss to the CD and back.


"From the show you put on in the restroom, it seems you like being
watched." Christopher said with a smile. "That's just a little something to
remember tonight by."


Mark looked at his boss and over to the brawny, black cops.  He wanted to
be pissed off. He wanted to shout and scream and pound somebody's face
in. He'd been tricked and tricked hard...but he'd been fucked hard, too.


"So, you just filmed all this?" Mark asked, waving the CD.


"Oh, yeah, start to cum-filled finish." Christoper smiled, his hands on his
hips. "What you're holding in your hand is the first...episode."


"First episode?" Mark asked, looking at the two cops. "Like, in a show?"


"Tony and me...we like to record our fucks so we can watch 'em later."
Donelan said with a broad smile. "We have a small library of the dudes
we've fucked. We call each fuck an episode."


"How many episodes...to a season?"


"Usually, six," Tony said. "That's all the dick most mother-fuckers can
stand."


Mark felt the smile tug at his mouth. He waved the CD and looked between
Tony and Donelan. He brought his eyes back to his boss.


"What do you get out of all this?"


"Besides a mouth full of stud-cream?" Christopher smiled. "Let's just say
I'm compensated."


 "Who all sees these things?"


"Mostly just us," Donelan answered. "But sometimes, when we have guys over,
we might pop in a few. You okay with being seen?"


Mark's cock twitched and started to plump up.


"Yeah," The guard nodded. "I guess I could handle being someone else's eye
candy."


"So, you're in for a few more episodes?" Tony asked, still stroking his
meat.


The guard looked at the three nude men in the room and down at his cock. He
was betrayed by his hardening meat and the thought of people watching this
video, of watching him taking these black cops up his tight hole.  He
looked at the CD and a wide smile spread over his face.


"I think I could do better than six." Mark nodded.  "I think I might be up
for an even dozen."


"That's a brave man," Donelan smiled. "Twelve episodes with us is going to
take a lot out of you."


"That's cool," Mark said with a wide smile.  "You'll be putting a lot into
me."


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