Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2023 18:02:40 +0000 From: Andy Walden Subject: Record Shop Gang-bang-3 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / Interracial: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Record Shop Gang-bang - Part 3 The rain was pelting down as I stood under the bus shelter. I braced myself and took in a deep breath. I was ready to run across the empty parking lot to the back of the record shop when an old panel van pulled over and stopped beside me. A young black man, with no hair on his head, cranked down the driver-side window and said, "Need a ride somewhere, boy?" "No. I'm fine thanks," I replied. "Just open the side cargo door and hop in," he said, ignoring my reply completely. "The passenger door handle is kaput, so you'll need to get into the cab the long way around. Lloyd said I should pick you up in the parking lot; the shop's closed, so you won't be able to get in. I'm Roland, by the way." The cargo door scraped along its rusty slide-track as I jerked back on the handle; I barely noticed that the van's interior cargo light wasn't working as I leapt inside, out of the rain. I only had a brief glimpse of the dark interior when a huge black man came out of the darkness and grabbed my collar. I tried to fight off my assailant, but the man was far too strong. A powerful arm wrapped itself round my chest as a wet rag covered my face. I struggled and strained as I inhaled through the drug-soaked rag. My strength quickly failed me, and within seconds my body sagged, like a rag doll, into the man's arms. I vaguely heard the cargo door slide shut as the van pulled out of the parking lot. Devon released his grip and watched me flop helplessly to the metal floor. It was really dark in the back of the van, so I couldn't see much. My head began to spin, so I wasn't sure what had happened. There was a ringing in my ears, and my hands and feet felt numb. I knew the van was empty of cargo, simply because my body was sprawled, like a broken puppet, across the metal floor. Confused and weak, with every muscle quivering, I tried to focus on the man kneeling beside me. As I did so, I felt him tying my wrists with rope to a metal ring, which was hanging above me. He then forced a gag into my mouth. I tried feebly to kick out as I felt the man pull on my left leg and tie my ankle to something fastened to the floor. I yelled into the gag as my right leg was straightened by the man and tied, by the ankle, to another floor fastening. With both ankles secured by rope, some three feet apart, I watched as my shoes were unlaced and removed by the burly black man. Devon tossed my shoes to one side and laughed. He grinned as I twitched with fear and anger. "You might as well relax and get ready to enjoy the ride, boy," Devon said. "Like they say, leave all the work to us, okay?" "Don't worry, boy," Roland shouted out, over the engine. "You won't get bored, I can promise you that. In fact, I can guarantee this ride will be the most exciting thing that will ever happen to you." Leaving me fully restrained in my bonds, Devon stepped forward and poked his head into the driver's cab. "We're all set now, Roland," he said. "He's nice and comfy in that position." "Yep," Roland said, "there wasn't anyone around when we left the lot, so nobody saw him get into the van. We'll just go for a ride and break him in later." I jerked desperately against the ropes holding me fast, but Devon's knots wouldn't budge. My brain went into overdrive as I realised the two men were actually kidnapping me. I whined and gurgled behind the gag as I trembled with fear. I then abruptly froze when a large German shepherd stepped out of the darkness before me. I lay dead still as the dog approached. The animal looked at my terrified face, took another step forward, and then lay down between my legs. I thought I'd die of embarrassment when the animal casually began sniffing at my jean-covered groin. The dog settled between my spread out legs and made himself comfortable. I squirmed and wriggled helplessly on the floor as the dog nosed at the flies of my jeans. I then suddenly realised that my zipper was undone, either by accident or by Devon's sly hand, and now the dog's nose was inside my jeans. When I felt the dog's breath against my boxers, I began yelling into the gag and jerking frantically against my bonds; my screams didn't seem to discourage the dog at all. I continued to scream when I felt the dog's rough tongue rasp over the fabric of my boxers, right above my sensitive cock. To my horror, It wasn't long before my cock began to get semi-erect. The dog continued to lap at my crotch, whilst I gave another muffled shriek of outrage and tried to escape the beast. However, I didn't realise that my actions were annoying the dog, not until I heard an irritated snarl and a low growl. I stopped twisting and screaming when the angry animal snapped viciously at my open legs, grabbing my jean-covered genitals in his powerful jaws. The dog didn't bite, but I was in no doubt that I had been given a stern warning. I lay dead still again, as the licking resumed and the dog's tail began to wag. As the minutes slowly passed, my nipples began to stand erect beneath my T-shirt. The dog's eager tongue moved expertly over my cock, which made me squirm and sweat with excitement, despite the presence of those gleaming fangs. The hairs on my arms were standing up, and my skin was alive with goose bumps. I lay helpless on the floor, crying with the excitement of the dog's rough tongue dancing over my throbbing erection. As the licking continued, I gasped for breath and relief. I opened my eyes and blinked through my tears when there was a sudden break in the rhythm of the dog's licking. I then saw Devon step back from the cab. "Caesar! What have you found there?" he asked. "Does the boy have a nice bone for you to play with?" I was mortified. But my hopes were raised when the black man pulled Caesar back a little, and then sat down. "Hello again, boy. My name's Devon, and I know from your ID that your name is Andy, but I'll being calling you Bitch Boy from now on." I didn't like the sound of that, not with a horny German shepherd lying between my outstretched legs. "I see you've already met Caesar," Devon continued. "You seem to be getting on real well together. Roland and I were sure Caesar would like you, and I know you're really gonna like him." My eyes widened with apprehension as the man reached forward and unzipped my windbreaker; I then snapped into a full-blown panic when Devon pulled out a large knife and began slicing away at my T-shirt. The man then pulled the windbreaker and T-shirt apart, exposing my tight stomach and hairless chest. "Nice and smooth," Devon sighed. "Look, Caesar. Our blond bitch is real pale and smooth, and nice and skinny. Just the way you like 'em." I began to sob as Devon's knife sliced away at the windbreaker, the T-shirt, and then my belt, jeans and boxers. Within minutes, I was completely naked and surrounded by piles of shredded clothing. "Wow, cute and well endowed," Devon said. "Check out his cock, Caesar. Now that's some bone." I was too frantic to think of screaming when I felt Devon's hand on my uncut cock. I did give out a muffled shriek when the man leaned forward and kissed my left nipple. The feel of Devon's lips on my sensitive areola drove me to a frenzy of helpless thrashing and whining; the coal-black hulk crouched beside me and licked away at my stiff and sensitive nipples. "Hearing you fooling around with Caesar made me so-o-o hot, Bitch Boy," Devon whispered, as he pinched my nipples and ran his tongue up my neck. "I was ready to come myself, just listening to you wiggling about like that." My cock twitched as Devon continued to whisper sweet nothings. "I really think Caesar wants to get to know you better, now that you're stark-bollock-naked and all tied up. So you just lie back and relax, okay?" Devon took hold of my cock, pulled back the foreskin and offered it to Caesar - he wiggled it from side to side as the dog zeroed in on my shiny cock-head. I screamed hysterically into the gag as the dog lunged forward and ran his tongue over my exposed cock and ball-sac. Within seconds, both cock and ball-sac were in Caesar's mouth, and I could feel sharp teeth and a hot tongue on my most sensitive parts. "Now isn't that better?" Devon whispered, running his fingers lightly over my hard-standing nipples. "Caesar really loves slurping on young cock. But don't you worry none, he won't hurt if you just lie still." I sobbed as shivers of excitement raced over my taut belly and hairless chest. "How about I just stay here?" Devon asked, "I can keep you company while Caesar licks you into shape. I'd really like to watch him make you sweat." I tried to nod my head, but knew Devon's question was simply rhetorical. I had no say in the matter - my black captor held all the aces, and that devil of a dog knew how to keep a bitch boy in line. Caesar's wide tongue washed over my ball-sac and hard-standing cock. The big canine seemed even more intent on triggering a climax as he wagged his tail and worked eagerly on my throbbing length. "You're all ours, Bitch Boy," Devon said. "We own your ass, your cock, and your sweet mouth. In fact, we own very blond hair on your head. You're our sex slave now. A cock-sucking wimp with a lot of cocks to satisfy, including a few canine ass-breakers." With a burst of absolute horror, I suddenly realised that no one would miss me for hours, maybe not until the next morning. If my parents didn't check my room, these crazy men would be free to take me off to places unknown. As if the dog had sensed my powerlessness, a gentle bite nipped my foreskin - I was now being bossed around by a kinky canine. "That's right, Bitch Boy," Devon purred. "Fight it, that's real good. Caesar loves the taste of a young cock giving up its seed inside his drooling mouth. So, I want you to try everything you can to get away from that rasping tongue." I burst into more choking tears as Devon reached down and began petting Caesar. He lovingly encouraged the dog to gobble up more of my ball-sac. "Work on his balls, boy," Devon urged. "Don't just lick his stem. He won't thank you for leaving his balls off the menu." The dog ignored Devon's request completely, preferring hard meat to soft. "Okay, boy. Do as you please. But make him struggle against those ropes, and make him buck around like all the others." I shuddered as the unrelenting licking went on, and on, and on. There was no way I could escape the stubborn animal's advances. My cock was now rock-hard, and I was totally exhausted. I had lost the will to resist, and was now ready to give up my seed. "Aaahhh, yes!" Devon hissed, as he watched my body stiffen and ready itself for a massive climax. "Do it now, boy. Make our slave shed his load. Make him fill your mouth with hot jizz." Powerless to escape the bestial licking, I clenched my hands - knuckles white with strain - as waves of liquid ecstasy flowed from my throbbing ball-sac. Even though I was totally mortified, I went with the flow and lifted my hips up, thrusting more of my cock into the dog's mouth. Despite my resolve not to give in to the incredible sensation, I felt my ass tighten as Caesar sucked my ball-sac dry. I whimpered in despair as my aching cock gave up every last drop of seed. I was now a wanton wreck, and needed a long rest. "Wow, that was awesome," Devon said, as he pinched my nipples. "I can't believe how sexy that session was. You're gonna make a great sex slave." Devon moved closer to the German shepherd and slipped his hand between the dog's haunches. I strained to see what was going on in the gloom. I had some idea, but needed to see it for myself. "I'm just gonna give Caesar a little reward for that awesome blowjob. If he don't get a doggy treat now, he might not play nice next time. He's very well trained, but he might have an off day, so you wouldn't want your cock in his mouth then." The dog rolled onto his side to allow Devon access to his canine cock, and the sheath that kept it nice and warm. "That's a good boy," Devon said. "Let's get you ready to dance." The German shepherd whined in delight when he felt the man's hand on his unsheathed cock, and the whining grew louder and more intense as Devon slowly masturbated the canine appendage. "Oh, yes!" the black man cooed. "That's my boy. Give it up for the team. Bitch Boy needs to know how kinky we all are in this pack." I felt like my crotch was on fire. I needed a rest, but my aching cock was now rising to the occasion again - knowing that a man was jacking off a dog, just feet away from my naked and bound body, was so-o-o perverted, and yet so-o-o sublime. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning striking the very tip of my cock, and then running straight through my body, I juddered in my bonds and screamed into the gag. My orgasm was so intense, it seemed to short-circuit my brain. I now imagined jets of sperm leaping into the air from my shiny cock-head. My back and stomach muscles were painfully rock-hard; my thighs and calves were cramping up; my cock was like a flag pole swaying in the breeze. I was truly happy, but totally destroyed. Caesar gave out a howling whine as his canine cock was milked to the max. The dog barked his approval as he shed his load onto the van's metal floor. "You'll be licking up his jizz next time, Bitch Boy," Devon chuckled. "In fact, you'll be doing all kinds of kinky stuff next time. Yes, we have plans to run you ragged for quite a long time. It could be weeks, it could be months. We'll just have to see how wimpy you turn out to be."