Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 18:59:28 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -8

The car ride over the bridge to Hattsfield was about 20 minutes. Looking
around in an unfamiliar town for a black drug dealer we didn't know would
take significantly longer, especially since Chuck (our driver) was
already a little high off beer and cigarettes. He drove erratically,
threatening to get the State Troopers on our backs if they caught him
swerving lanes and running stop signs. That was all I needed, another
excuse for my father to come down on my ass for being a lousy son and
having shitty friends.
After driving around in circles for a half hour, we finally decided to
pull over and ask someone where they got their weed from. We were looking
for lone black males, as we didn't want to chance getting robbed and car
jacked by an angry group resenting us for coming in their neighborhood.
We spotted one walking down the street in a white t-shirt and baggy
jeans. Chuck pulled over and Mitch leaned out of the passenger's seat and
called him over. The guy looked at us skeptically, then strolled over.
Mitch asked him if he'd heard of a guy named "ROC" who sold weed. The guy
said "yeah", then gave us directions to a small side street a few blocks
away. He said that the house was boarded up like it was abandoned, but
that if we walked up and knocked hard, someone would open up for us. He
insisted that the weed there was "killer", and that we wouldn't be
disappointed for going out of our way for it. That was all we needed to
hear as we took off to where he told us.

The street was very small and quiet. Only a few homes littered the block,
as many were demolished and turned into vacant lots where tall weeds and
grass grew unattended. There were a couple of abandoned cars too. The
house mentioned was in the center of the block. Both houses on either
side were torn down. It was a tall 3 story home, in desperate need of
repair. There didn't seem to be any lights or anything on. City issued
wooden boards blocked up the broken out windows, and a big red sign
warned "NO TRESPASSING" on the front lawn.

"This's the place?" asked Mitch, looking up at the house doubtfully.

"This's the address the dude gave us on the street." Chuck said, looking
up doubtfully as well.

"Like we can trust him." said Mitch, looking over at us. "We don't know
that guy. He could've sent us on a wild goose chase. Or be setting us
up." he added, looking back at the house. "He probably has a whole crew
of niggers in there waiting for us to walk up and knock on the door."

"So what're we gonna do?" asked Luke, sitting beside me in the back seat.
"We came here to find the weed, right? So why don't one of us just go up
and see if this's the place or not?"

"Sure. YOU go." suggested Mitch.

"Like hell!" responded Luke, declining.

"I'll go." I said, getting out of the back seat.

"You sure, Rick?"

"Yeah. All I have to do is knock. If I don't get an answer, it was bogus.
If they answer, we get our weed. What's the big deal?" I asked,
collecting the money and walking up the front steps.
To say that I was a little nervous would definitely be an understatement.
I climbed the front steps, staring up at the dark 3 story monstrosity as
if I were walking up the front steps to the old "Bate's Motel" from the
movie PSYCHO. My knees were actually shaking as I reached up and pounded
on the big block wooded door. I waited several minutes then repeated.
With no answer, I turned and looked back at the guys in the car. They
were all looking back at me wondrously. Suddenly I heard someone yell
"What the fuck you want?"

"uh...I, uh...I'm... looking for ROC. Do I have the right address?" I
asked, taken off guard.
I heard a lot of locks being taken off the latch, then the door burst
open to reveal an angry looking black guy staring at me like I just stole
his wife's virginity. He saw me standing there staring back with wide
frightened innocent eyes, then grabbed me quickly by the collar and threw
me into the door. Before I could even say anything, I heard Chuck and the
others take off down the street, tires burning.

"Who the fuck'r you?!" asked the black guy, after watching the car shot
pass the house.

"I'm, uh...uh..."
Not liking my response, the guy roughed me up some more, then pulled me
into the house and slammed the door. He pushed me into the derelict
house, which housed a slew of black crack heads laying around unconscious
or smoking the last of the money they tricked all night for.

"Get the fuck in there!" yelled the guy, kicking me in the ass and
shoving me inside.

"Who the fuck is that?" asked another dealer. It was obvious that they
didn't get a lot of white guys on their doorsteps.

"Some cracker, fucker!" said the 1st guy. "His boiz took off and left him
outside when I opened the door." he laughed.

"Pussies." remarked the 2nd guy.

"He asked for ROC by name. I'll take him to him, personally." said guy
#1.

"That right?" asked #2, making me even more nervous.
I was taken downstairs into the basement where there was a whole crew of
naked chinese women, cutting and bagging bags and bags of weed, coke,
crack, and heroine. It was a totally unexpected sight. It was obvious
just by looking that they were illegal aliens, held against their well
and forced to work. There was also about 15 black guys guarding them,
making sure they did their jobs correctly without stealing or using up
any of the products. I saw one guard reach down between one girl's legs
to finger her pussy. Her face twisted painfully as he shoved several
fingers into her, then pulled out a sealed bag of drugs. The girl looked
scared as the black back slapped her right across the face. Her head
bounced like a "bobble head doll" as the dealer sat her upright, and
ordered her to continue working.

"Keep walking!" yelled my captor, shoving me in the back.

"Look, all I wanted was to buy some weed..." I explained, walking ahead.
"I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to do anything that mad you
mad. I'll...I'll just leave the money here, and go..." I suggested.

"Too late for that." said the guy. "You wanted to meet ROC. I'm taking
you to meet ROC."

"That's not necessary." I said, as we approached a door at the opposite
side of the room.

"Get in there!" ordered the guy, pushing me through.
I tripped on the way in, and feel to my hands and knees in front of a big
ugly dog. He bark at me ferociously, showing 2 whole rows of sharp white
pointy teeth complete with doggy slobber. I jumped back frightened,
backing into the guy as I cowered at his feet.

"Calm down ROC!" yelled the guy, shutting the dog up instantly.

"Tha...that's ROC...?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yup." answered the guy, shutting the door behind us as he bent down to
unleash and pat his grateful pet. "How did you know about ROC?" he asked,
curiously.

"A friend of mines gave me his name." I said, nervously watching them as
the dog watched me with a hungry look on his face. "But he led me to
believe he was a drug dealer. He told me he sold some "killer" weed."

"We do." answered the dealer, standing up beside his dog. "What's your
friend's name?"

"Willis." I answered, eagerly. "Tomas Willis. He works the..."

"Ryker's farm over in Springfield. I know." answered the dealer. "That's
where I bought ROC from, about 3 years ago?." he added questionably,
touching the dog's head affectionately.

"ROC's one of Ryker's breed dogs?" I asked, astonished.

"Yup." said the dealer. "He's a great sniff dog. Sniffs out all the
incoming/out going traffic, to make certain nothing gets in or out
without our knowledge."

"Like what?" I asked, naively.

"Drugs. Whatever. His nose's real sensitive. He can spot a cop from miles
away. Or if someone's trying to steal from us. Ain't that right, boy?" he
asked, patting the dog's side. It was touching watching him enjoy the
dog, but I had my own agenda to attend.

"Kew." I said, getting up from the floor. "Can I get that weed, now?"

"Hold up, white boy." alarmed the dealer. "I don't know you. There's
still the question of if you're a cop or not."

"I'm no cop." I assured.

"The DOG'll let me know." he announced, sending ROC over to investigate
me. I looked down at the dog nervously, his big horse head and nose
sniffing instantly in my crotch. "Just relax. Let him check you out. If
he don't find anything, you're safe. And I'll give you your weed and send
you on your way. But if he does find anything...you're gonna be one
fuckin sorry ass white boy."

I swallowed nervously as the dealer ordered me to "strip" right there in
the room. Reluctantly I removed all of my clothes. The dog went over
every strip of clothing, then came back over to me and stuck his big wet
nose in my ass crack and started sniffing deeply. I was embarrassed as
the drug dealer stood there watching as the dog dug his nose in deeper.
He nudged me with his head, making me rise up on my toes as his nose
practically went into my ass. I was slow to understand his commands as he
did this several times.

"He wants you to bend over." told the dealer, watching closely. "He
smells something in your ass. What's in your ass?"

"Nothing." I insisted, bending over.
The dog sniffed harder, snorting as he breathed in my essence deeper and
deeper. Getting more aggressive, he pushed me forward until I fell down
to my hands and knees and began licking my tender asshole.

"Oh fuck..." I groaned under my breath, hoping this wouldn't go where I
thought it was.
I'd been fucked by ROC's family, having taken Pop, Flint, and Rex on
several occasions. I knew well his family's sex drive, and knew he was
probably smelling what was left of their essence's still inside of me.
After all, they were specially bred super dogs, with heightened senses,
strength, and sex drives for breeding purposes. It was only natural that
he still smelt his family member's semen deposits inside my well used
asshole, since they've been dumping cum loads in me for over a week.

Roc licked at my asshole with gusto. I could feel my cock starting to
respond to it. Instinctively I hiked my ass higher into the air, giving
him clear access as he drive his tongue over and into the sensitive hole.
Once completely moist, he climbed up on my back and began jabbing.

"Holy shit...!" laughed the drug dealer, still watching as his dog
mounted me and drilled his big fat doggy cock into me with fast in and
out thrusts.

"UUUHHHHHHRRRR!!" I groaned, feeling him penetrate me. His cock dove deep
as the dog pumped in and out quickly, not giving me a single second to
recover. My ass was fucked hard and rough from the moment of insertion.
The drug dealer laughed out loud as he witnessed my demise before his
very eyes. He ran over to the door and called in his buddies to see what
was going on. Several came running, but froze in the doorway when they
saw be getting butt fucked by Roc.

"What the fuck...?"

"I know..." laughed the 1st guy. "Roc just bent him over and started
fucking him. It's the craziest shit I've ever seen!"

"So Roc's a gay dog?" asked one of the other guys.

"No, dumb ass." frowned the dealer. "The white boy IS though." he added.

"Obviously." said another guy. "His dick's rock hard from getting
fucked." he pointed, showing the others.

"Is that so?" asked the 1st guy, walking up to my face. "You gay,
cracker-boy?"

"No..." I gasped, feeling Roc hump hard into my ass. He was a big dog,
bigger and thicker then his ancestors. His dick was also bigger,
stretching me wider then any of the other dogs that's ever fucked me
before. I could barely concentrate on relaxing my sore asshole, when the
1st drug dealer suddenly unzipped his pants and shoved his 10 inch black
dick into my face.

"Then let's see how well you suck dick for a straight boy." he said,
placing his angry looking purple/black cock up to my lips. "Suck this..."

"Nuuu..." I protested, feeling his cock head press into my mouth. His
cock slipped in, the fat uncircumcised head weighing down my tongue as it
filled my mouth completely. His hands held my head steady as he fucked
himself in and out. The dog continued to hump into me, drilling me with
his fat dick until I felt his huge knot pushing into the irritated anal
lips. I screamed around the throat full of black cock as Roc's knot
slammed inside. Pain shot through me like a thousand lightening bolts
zeroed in on my asshole. The drug dealer fucked into my opened throat,
making me take him deeper as the dog started to tremble on top of me.
Roc sort of whimpered as the cum poured out of him and into me in a rush
of thick juices. I knew it would be a matter of minutes before that big
knot would be small enough to slip back out after tying us together
through climax. Meanwhile the 1st drug dealer was still fucking my face,
when I felt his cock start to pulse in my throat.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna CUMMM!!" he announced, shooting off into my throat. I
felt his cock hosing me down on the inside as his dick throbbed between
injections of rich semen. It poured into my stomach like thick sauce.
"Damn that was some shit...." he groaned, sliding out of my mouth and
throat to make room for the next guy.

"Here, suck THIS, white bitch!" announced the next dude, pulling his cock
out the top of his sweat suit as he aimed it at my mouth and shoved
forth.

"No! No, I...unnnn..." I groaned, as another long black cock was shoved
into my mouth. HE too face fucked me, making me take every inch of his
slightly shorter dick as he fed me my second helping of negro wood.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. In a matter of weeks I was
reduced from a totally straight guy, to a dog fucked cock sucker
practically over night. Now to add insult to injury, I was being face
fucked by a group of unknown black drug dealers in the basement of a
crack house. How much lower can I get?

The second guy was pulling at my face, shoving his cock in deeper with
every stroke as he force fed me his long sausage. His hairy balls slapped
against my chin everytime he drove deep. I felt Roc's cock slip limply
from my tightened hole just as the second dude came in my mouth. I drank
his bitter salt as his dick swelled and pumped forth its semen in heavy
gushes.

"What the fuck's going on in here?" I heard another voice ask as the 2nd
guy stepped aside for the 3rd dude to face fuck me. By now I knew I
wasn't going any where until these guys got what they wanted from me. I
didn't want to piss any of them off by refusing them head, so I simply
opened my mouth and let the 3rd and 4th guys fuck my face until they too
gave me their potent nigger juice. My belly was full when the 5th and 6th
guys came along, shooting their salty spunk all over my face. The 7th and
8th guys were dumping cum down my throat when Roc decided to come back
for seconds. He mounted my wet ass, shoving his cock into me with
absolutely no regard while I sucked off his drug dealing masters. This
time his fuck was a little easier to take, now that my insides were
properly lubed with his load.
Roc fucked me hard, taking command of my ass as I continued to get face
fucked. "RRRRHHHHH" yelled the last guy as he dumped wave after wave of
cum into me. Roc kept fucking me straight through the guy's orgasm, his
furry abdomen slamming into my upturned ass cheeks until he came buckets
inside me.

"Damn, that's one freaky white boy..." smiled the 1st dealer. When Roc's
dick finally slipped free for the second time, I was allowed to get on my
feet and dress. I was a bit wobbly, trying to hold my balance and keep 2
loads of doggy cum in me was a bit of a trick. But once I did it, I was
taken back upstairs and led to the front door.

"Oh, uh...what about the weed?" I asked the dealer, nearly forgetting my
whole reason for being there.

"Here, son. Take it...." said the drug dealer, reaching into his pocket
to pull out a $20 bag. He handed it to me just as I descended the top
step. "...you've earned it."

"Thanks." I smiled, gleeful that I was about to keep my money. The door
slammed shut as I walked away, thinking about the long walk I had ahead
of me. Just as I reached the corner, I heard a car horn sound, then saw
flashing headlights down the street. I walked over to the car, to find my
buddies waiting for me.

"What happened?" asked Mitch, getting out to let me climb into the back
seat.

"They thought I was a cop." I said, as Chuck started the car and made a
mad about face heading for the bridge.

"A cop?" asked Luke, looking at me strangely.

"How did you prove you weren't one?" asked Mitch, turning around in his
seat to see me.

"They strip searched me." I admitted, watching their eyes bulge in shock.
"Then they took all the money, and gave me the weed." I lied, figuring
the money was payment for them leaving me like they did.

"You got the weed?" asked Chuck, turning his head to confirm my answer.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the 2 dime bag.

"That's what I'm talking about!" shouted Chuck, smiling from ear to ear
as we drove over the bridge back into our own neck of the woods.

"Are YOU alright?" asked Mitch, concerned by my silence as I looked back
at Hattsfield disappearing in the distance of the back window.

"I'm alight." I smiled, fakely. Tightening my asshole as Roc's semen
tried to seep out the sore irritated lips.