Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2018 07:25:19 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: The Black-Jacks - Part 4 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - The Black-Jacks - Part 4 I had no idea how long I had been left on the stack. My whole body ached as Aston and Jay released me from my bonds and carried me into another room. The two men were extremely strong, and carried me into the room with considerable ease. The room itself was filled with naked men: three white studs, plus Harry, and four black hunks. They all looked like hard-nosed bruisers in their late twenties or thirties, and they all seemed very pleased to see me. I was about to be humped by a horde of burly bum-bandits. They were going to turn my arsehole inside out with their hard-standing cocks. My heart began to pound with both fear and excitement, and my cock began to twitch with anticipation. 'This is the first of the bunch,' said Harry, as Aston and Jay dropped me on the floor. 'The other three will be served up later, when we've tapped this one out.' 'He's nice and trim,' said a bald-headed black man, who was sitting on the sofa. 'I've been looking for a boy like him for ages. Maybe...' 'He belongs to Earl, my Master,' interrupted Harry, nervously. 'You can fuck him today, but that's it. Sorry.' 'No sweat,' said Wilton, the bald-headed black man. 'Yes, Wilt,' said Earl, as he opened a bottle of beer. 'The boy belongs to me, but you lot can fuck him today.' 'Stand up, Adam,' said Harry, as he nudged me in the side with his bare foot. 'And show everyone your assets.' The rest of the group didn't mind losing out to the leader of the Black-Jacks, especially the three white rozzers - Earl kept the peace in the borough, so they had it real easy at the station. Earl and his gang controlled protection, prostitution and drugs, so no one upset the man, including the police. The three naked rozzers watched me struggle to my feet: the pins and needles had suddenly kicked in. I turned to face Wilton, who resembled Khan in the film "Tarzan's Three Challenges". 'Give me a twirl, boy,' said Wilton. 'And lift up your arms, like aeroplane wings.' I truly struggled to complete the manoeuvre, but I was never going to fail - I so wanted to stay on the right side of the Black-Jacks. 'Good boy,' said Wilton. 'Now just stand there, with your arms outstretched.' 'Shall we bring out Trev, Master?' asked Harry, sensing the frustration of the others in the room. 'He'll give us a good show.' 'Give me another twirl, boy,' said Wilton, ignoring Harry completely. 'And then come over here and sit down, beside me.' When I sat down, the man's right arm took charge of my 'nice and trim' body and crushed it to his side. I then sat stock-still as Earl ordered Harry to bring out Trevor and hand him over to the rozzers. Trevor was like a rag doll in the hands of Frank, Gareth and Vince. Frank was especially aggressive toward the teenager. He was a brute of a man, and the first to impale Trevor. 'Up you come, boy,' said Frank, as he took hold of Trevor and put him in a full nelson. Trevor's back was now pinned against the man's chest, with his feet off the floor and his body held fast by the wrestling hold and the cock up his arse. When Frank spread his powerful legs, Vince knelt down and placed Trevor's legs behind Frank's lower thighs. In this position, Trevor could support his body weight as Frank power-fucked him. Everyone in the room, apart from Frank and Trevor, watched the teenager's cock swing up and down at high speed. With envious eyes, I watched that flaccid cock swing. If Wilton had picked Trevor instead of me, I would now be impaled on Frank's manhood; the copper would now be hammering away at my arse with his crime-fighting cock. 'Hump him good, Frank,' said Gareth. 'He's nice and pretty, and bony too.' Frank grunted in agreement, and then suddenly increased his stroke rate. The man was clearly enjoying the moment. 'Ball him up, Vince,' said Wilton, as he turned his head and kissed me on the left temple. Frank slowed down to reposition his arms, which allowed Vince to put Trevor's body in the new position. The teenager was ordered to raise his thighs and hold them tight to his chest, in a kind of foetus position. Frank then hunkered down to accommodate the new position. In profile, Trevor's body did indeed resemble an odd-looking ball - he was still impaled on the cock and held in place by the man's powerful arms. However, the position was more for show than anything else. 'Spit-roast him now,' said Earl. This position was truly awesome, and required Trevor to be held between Frank and Vince, some three feet off the floor, whilst still impaled on Frank's cock. Vince's cock was now buried deep inside the boy's mouth; so, with his hips and shoulders held by the two rozzers, Trevor was kept hovering in mid-air with his arms and legs tucked up beneath him. In clearly a well practiced move, Frank and Vince rotated Trevor round a very tight axis, as if he was actually being spit-roasted. His arms and legs did get in the way from time to time, but this didn't interrupt the action in any significant way. I sat and watched Trevor being humped in this way for several minutes. I then turned my attention to the effect the show was having on those around me. Everyone, including myself, was sporting a massive hard-on. This warm-up show was going to be the precursor to a very long and horny gang-bang. Trevor, myself, and the two back-to-back boys were in for a whole lot of bum battering that afternoon. Suddenly, the arm holding me close to Wilton relaxed. 'Go suck on some cock, boy,' said Wilton. 'I want you to start over there, with Jay, and then work your way round to Harry.' I smiled as the man squeezed my thigh and sent me off to suck on Jay's cock. I could feel his eyes boring into my backside as I zeroed in on Jay's hard-standing length. I was face-fucked by some pretty horny men. They all made me gag as they watched Trevor being used and abused by Frank and Vince. My mouth was mined by five of the eight men in the room. * * * Trevor looked exhausted when he returned from the bathroom. He had been scrubbed clean by the rozzers and was now covered, from head to toe, in bright red scour marks. 'There you go,' said Frank. 'He's nice and clean, and ready for the wank-off.' 'He's fucking red!' snapped Earl. 'He looks like a fucking boiled lobster!' 'Sorry, Earl,' said Vince. 'We clean the yobs up like that; down at the station.' 'After they've fallen down the stairs,' added Gareth. 'It's force of habit.' 'What pillocks!' snapped Earl. 'I'm surrounded by fucking idiots!' The room was now overflowing with naked bodies. The two back-to-back boys had been brought in from the wank-room. They looked raring to go, with their hard-standing cocks twitching away like crazy. Alan and Dean were clearly as horny as I was, so they never once took their eyes off the cocks that surrounded them. 'Untie the two boys, Harry,' said Earl. 'And then number all the boys up.' The four of us stood in a line as Harry, using a black pen, numbered us up. I had '1' written on my bare chest, so I was assigned to the black team. Trevor was my team mate, so he had '3' written on his bright red chest. Alan and Dean were assigned to the white team, so they would be wanked off by the four West Indians. Each boy would kneel down, opposite a rival, and be wanked off by two men from the opposing team. So, if Gareth and Harry made me cum before Dean, the white team would score three points. In the first round, Dean and I were wank rivals; in the second round, Alan and Trevor were rivals; in the third round, Dean and Trevor were rivals; in the fourth round, Alan and I were rivals. The winning team would get to fuck the boys first, so there was everything to play for in the wank-off. 'Hands behind you back, Adam,' said Gareth. 'I need to tie your wrists together. I much prefer handcuffs, but the rules say rope.' I laughed as Gareth and Harry knelt me down on the rubber sheet, opposite my cute rival. Aston and Wilton were positioning Dean for round one, and getting him to suck on their cocks at the same time. Needless to say, Gareth and Harry quickly followed suit on our side of the rubber sheet. 'No cheating,' said Earl. 'I want a good, clean wank. And remember, no doubling up. It's one cock, one wanker. That's the rule.' 'So no long, drawn-out changeovers,' added Jay. 'And no hidden finger-fucking.' I had never been that competitive at games, or sports; however, I was determined to become a team player at this particular game. Gareth was a tip-top wanker, so I had to distract myself from his expert touch. My secret weapon was to be steam locomotion - the GWR pannier tank engine was chosen to do battle with my horny hormones. In my mind, a head of steam would easily trump a cock-head of spunk. 'Well, that was easy,' said Gareth. 'He's shot his bolt in double-quick time. He didn't even give Harry a chance to try.' 'Jeez!' said Wilton. 'That's three points down the Swanee. The boy's a fucking liability.' 'I wasn't ready!' I snapped. 'I was nobbled. Gareth tweaked my nipple. Dean's cock...' 'Shut up, Adam,' growled Earl. 'You fell at the first fence, so live with it.' 'No!' I snapped back. 'I was tricked. Gareth's got powers.' All the men laughed, which took the heat out of the situation in an instant. The black team was down three points, but no one seemed to care any more; apart from me and Wilton. 'You lost, son,' said Vince, smiling. 'But look at all that spunk you sent into orbit. You're a spunk factory on steroids, you horny little bleeder.' It was then that Dean released a load that almost rivalled my own. However, his cock, unlike mine, wasn't pointing upwards when it erupted. Therefore, Gareth and I were splattered with spunk.