Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2022 12:44:41 +0100 From: Jim Walker Subject: Aggresive young black master ch 8 Another scene for Musa and me. Starting to include a few ideas from other people so if you enjoyed this story then tell me at jamespayz4it@gmail.com You can even give me ideas for future scenes. But more importantly for this to be published Nifty has to keep going. You can make a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ One of the interesting things about Musa was his timekeeping. I could set my watch by when the door bell rang. Never a moment early or late. This time was the same. I opened the door and gasped. Musa had clearly been in a fight. One eye was so swollen it was almost closed. His cheek on the other side was also swollen. His hair, which he had always taken such care with, looked a mess. He had a teeshirt on and a pair of jeans -- nothing special. "What on earth has happened?" I asked, genuinely upset that someone had clearly beaten him up. "You did!" he replied. "Eh?" "You told Dion I got more money and we had a big argument. He tinks he owns me somehow cos he taught me about all dis. But I am better at it dan him and he is starting to realise and get pissed. He come round demanding money and when I told him to go, he beat me up. We iz finished as friends and its cos of you. So now I am pissed wid you so you can expect to end up looking like me by de end of tonight." "I am really sorry" I said, referring to him losing his friend but his reply was "You will be. You need to keep your mouth shut faggot but I guess if you cannot speak by end of tonight cos you beaten to shit, den dat will be fine". I decided the best approach was simply to do what he asked, do it well and hope he realised I was just doing my best. "We iz gonna start by caning your asshole. Not your ass, dats boring, your asshole. You is gonna drop your pants, bend over dat settee end and pull dem fat faggot cheeks apart. I is gonna take my cane and see if I can get is as swollen as it woz after de hook up your butt." I knew this would be bad. My arsehole was, like everybody's, fairly sensitive. The idea he would beat it was horrid. But I had no choice so I dropped my pants and bent over. "Pull the cheeks apart" I did so and Musa stood at the side of me. He brought the cane down on my arse, right on the sensitive ring round my hole. It stung like hell. "You got a nasty brown pucker -- we not stopping till I turn it red. So tell me faggot, why am I doin dis to you?" "Because I deserve it Master Musa" I said, hoping that was the right answer. I could not imagine why else. "You damn right you do faggot" and he proceeded to thrash my hole. This was not enjoyable this was just stinging pain. I was desperate for it to end but determined not to do anything but bend over the settee and take it. Each time he hit me he said something different: "Dis one so you keep your mouth shut", "Dis one cos my homie and me is finished", "Dis one cos you is a stupid batty". And on and on. All of a sudden there was an almighty crash and I could hear footsteps running into the room. I turned round and there were 3 skinheads in my living room. Two were carrying baseball bats and one, Ryan the policeman from a few weeks back, was carrying a battering ram -- the sort that cops use to smash down doors. They had clearly just smashed my door in. "Grab the nigger" said Ryan and the two others leaped on Musa and grabbed him firmly. He struggled but they hit him a few times and they were heavier than him and it was two on one. "I can't believe you let some nigger beat your arse" said Ryan. "They don't know how to do, you want your arse beaten we will show you how. Terry put the monkey down and come and show this nigger lover what we do with people like him". With only one holding Musa he started to struggle again. "Here" said Ryan "have a matching pair" and punched him directly in the face, on the other side to his swollen cheek. Terry was about 5'9 and well built, he had all the usual skin gear on. He had a few tattooes that looked really badly done -- the sort prisoners do on themselves when bored in their cell. He picked up the cane and said "back where you were". I bent over the settee and he said "my guess is he does it like this" and he hit my arse with the cane, it stung a little but I got the point that he didn't think Musa did it very hard. "A real man canes a faggot like this". He hit me with what I assume was all the strength he could muster. Oh my God! I screamed and put my hands over my ass cheeks. "Move the hands or I will break your arms". I moved them and he did it again. It was an incredible pain and my hands just shot down to cover my arm again. "Move them or trust me faggot I will delight in snapping your arm over my fucking knee". I moved and he hit me again. "Nice one" said a voice "the marks are coming up already". "Ten each" said a voice that I reckoned was Ryan's. "Go on Terry you got 7 more yet -- make him shout them out". I counted down and each stroke was painful. I realised that when Musa had been hitting me, even when I thought it was full force, he had shown a bit of restraint. But this guy was an animal. He clearly just wanted to inflict maximum pain -- and he was achieving that. "My turn" said a voice and it wasn't Ryan's so this was whoever the third one was. "Go for it Daz" said Ryan - and he certainly did. Daz was the good looking one in the group. He had the biggest boots, the tightest bleached jeans, and under normal circumstances I would think him really attractive. But he was just brutal. On the third stroke he shouted "I was the first to get blood" and they high fived. This was no turn on for me, he just thrashed my arse and then Ryan did the same. It was horrible -- I could feel the rawness of my backside, the blood was definitely there and when they finished I touched my arse and it was red hot -- and my hands had smears of blood on them. "Now you have learned your lesson faggot" said Ryan. "You play with the black boys and you gonna get a beating. But now it is his turn". All eyes moved to Musa who was sat quietly on the floor. No one was holding him down anymore -- but right next to him was Terry wielding a baseball bat to keep him in his place. "Your turn" they said to him. "You seen what we do and we gonna do the same to you". Musa didn't move. Terry stepped towards him and shoved him with the end of the baseball bat. "Get up there now or I will use this bat to beat you instead". He shoved him again with the bat and Musa got up and went to the settee. "Strip completely" said Daz and when Musa started to argue Daz kicked him really hard on the thigh. Daz was easily 6' 6 and while he wasn't heavy he was certainly proportioned. Musa clearly was having difficulty standing after such a brutal kick. Daz said "I will need to take my shirt off for this" and pulled his Fred Perry over his head. He was amazingly proportioned. He was stunningly hot. Across his back was a huge Celtic cross and the words White Power. Musa undressed and they bent him over the end of the couch. I looked at his arse. He truly was perfect. It was firm and proportioned and, while not a bubble butt, had real shape to it. No one wonder I loved being allowed to lick it. "You were beating his arse when we came in, but there were no marks" said Terry. "Why were you playing at it? You two lovers or something" "I was beating his hole" said Musa. "Something I would do to you, if you wasn't here with your mates playing at being Mr Bully Boy, white trash, skin head" "Then let's return the favour" said Ryan. "We can start with your arse hole. Daz, beat his hole til it bleeds" I couldn't watch but when they saw me looking away I was told very clearly to watch and learn. Musa, my Musa, was made to hold his bum, so his beautiful arse hole, which I had loved to lick and kiss, was beaten mercilessly. It wasn't a case of 10 hits and that was it, Daz was just thrashing him over and over. Musa was clearly determined not to yell but occasionally he did make a noise. Daz must have been beating him for several minutes when a voice behind me said "what the fuck?" every head turned to see Dion standing at the back of the room. Dion the black bull who had raped my arse the previous week. Dion the heavy weight boxing champion of Africa. Terry grabbed a baseball bat and launched himself towards Dion. Dion grabbed the bat with one hand, pulled the bat, and so pulled Terry too, towards him and then punched him in the face. It was the hardest punch I had ever seen, it was brutal and Terry simply keeled over backwards. Out for the count in one punch. Daz, who was the biggest of the skinheads, picked up the other baseball bat and swung it at Dion. He missed and Dion bent to pick up the bat that Terry had used. He wasn't quick enough and Daz's second swing caught Dion really hard across his shoulders. He didn't seem the slightest affected. He swung his bat and said "not like that, like this". He landed his hit right in Daz's midriff, and clearly took the wind out of him in one go. He then used the end of the bat like a battering ram and slammed it into Daz's ribs. Dion staggered back, tripped over Musa's clothes and ended up on the floor. He put his hands up to say "enough enough" but Dion caught him with a kick on the side of the head and Daz keeled over. He too was knocked out. He turned to Ryan who said "I shall just leave mate". "Not at all" said Dion "your mate was caning his ass hole -- you can carry on". Ryan clearly looked confused and Dion said "take the cane and beat his fucking arsehole. I knew he was here on a Tuesday I had come to beat him up again but saves me the effort if you do it". Ryan needed no encouragement and clearly took great pleasure in caning Musa's hole. Musa was still not saying anything and after a short while Dion turned to me and said "you now, you can beat his back". I shook my head. "You two were friends, and you know I can't do that to him". Dion stepped over to me and swatted me across the side of the head. "Either you beat him or I get those two to do it and then to do the same to you". "I can't" I said "Yes you can" said Musa, turning to me. "They gonna do it one way or the other, you might as well protect yourself." I took the cane and Dion said "Start on the top of his back and work down. And if it isn't hard enough I will get Mr White Power, whatever his name is, to do it to you." I started on Musa and thrashed him across the shoulder blades. Amazingly it was Musa who said "do it harder" and so I did. I beat him. I hated doing it. It felt so wrong. Yes, he had beaten me many times, he had taken all my money, he had been merciless in the way he treated me but this was just awful. The two skins who had been knocked unconscious came around to a very different scene than they expected. Musa was being thrashed on his back, and already he had bright red welts across his back and ass. Dion and Ryan both had bottles of beer and were cheering me on, occasionally toasting a good hit by touching their bottles together. "I know you don't like it" said Ryan "but seeing a skinny pathetic white guy treat a black guy like he is a piece of meat is fucking perfect". Dion just rolled his eyes. But when Ryan said "we should take turns kicking the nigger's balls". Dion cracked him across the back of the head "less of the lip whitey" - but he was laughing. "But we should punish his balls" said Ryan. "Oh I agree" said Dion "I can hold him and you can kick them -- see if you can get them to come out of his mouth". It took a bit of manoeuvring and instruction from Dion but eventually they got in position. Dion was holding Musa round the neck and round the waist. Terry and Daz had a leg each pulling Musa's legs apart. And Ryan was in the perfect position to kick Musa's balls. "Do it" said Dion. And Ryan swung his leg back and then forward, full speed into Musa's balls. Musa had managed to barely make a sound during the beating but this was clearly too much. His scream was so loud I was sure the neighbours would hear. A Doc Marten boot has a re-enforced toe cap. I am sure Ryan did real damage. He didn't seem to care. He stepped back and slammed his boot into Musa's balls again. Musa clearly collapsed, but with Dion holding him up all that showed was his legs giving way. "You can't stop now" said Dion "at least do one more." Ryan stepped back and then instead of his boot he brought his knee into Musa's balls. Musa howled and wailed like you could not imagine and when Dion let go of him simply folded onto the floor clutching his smashed bollocks. How there could not be serious damage there I couldn't imagine. Dion turned to me and said "I am sure he has caused you lots of pain so now you get to choose what we do. It is revenge time". I didn't answer. I didn't want this bunch of animals to do anything to my Musa. "You come up with the next treatment or you are getting what he just got -- but from each of us in turn". I hesitated, but looking down at Musa on the ground he was still rolling round in considerable pain, I definitely didn't want that. "You could take it in turns to piss on him. Maybe even make him drink all your piss." Well it didn't involve more pain but was definitely humiliating "Pathetic" said Daz. "You could flog him" I said. "You just caned his back for 20 minutes what's the point of flogging him -- except to remind of his place" said Ryan "You could torture his nipples" I said. I was running out of ideas and that was not something they had done and couldn't be too bad. "Good idea" said Dion. We can take it in turns. All 5 of us. I realised that meant they thought I should be doing it too. "I will go first" said Dion, set the standard. Musa was lying balled up on the floor. "On your feet you thieving cunt" said Dion kicking him. They stood facing each other. Dion in his tight shirt that struggled to hide the bulging muscles all over his body. Even his neck was muscled it was astonishing. He was an absolute black bull. Musa, stark naked, his slim wiry body looking perfectly toned but not over muscled like Dion. He stood upright with his hands behind his back. Dion reached up and grabbed Musa's nipples and started to squeeze. He was clearly increasing the pressure little by little and Musa was starting to grimace and wince. Dion clearly carried on. Musa started literally to squeak and, I assume to try and get relief, started to crouch down. Dion just followed him. Musa moved his hand and placed them on Dion's wrists. He clearly was forcing himself not to just try and pull Dion's hands away. Dion just ignored him and continued to squeeze. "Please Dion, please" begged Musa. "Please what?" "Please Sir, please." The tone of Musa's voice was desperate "Please what? what do you want me to do?" "Please Sir, please." Musa was literally begging "You want it harder?" said Musa and god knows how but he managed to squeeze a litte bit more. Musa screamed, and yelled. But Dion just carried on gripping his nipples. "Please Sir, please stop squeezing" said Musa. "I thought you would never ask" said Dion and finally let go. "All you had to do was ask -- well beg. Show me you know I am in charge". Musa just glowered at him. It was just horrible to watch and I was not sure how Musa would cope with the three others doing it -- obviously I would not be so bad. Then I had a thought. "We should make him take poppers -- he hates that". I didn't know whether he did or not but I had always found it much easier to take tit torture if I was poppered up. "Get the poppers and a gas mask-- and while you there get several pairs of clamps out of his bag and we will pick some" said Dion. As I walked out he said "don't get fuckin' soft ones, I want to hear the scream the moment they go." Ryan shouted "if I find worse ones in the bag when you come back I am putting them on you" and one of the others shouted "with superglue." There was a lot of laughter. I returned with 3 pairs -- one that just had a really bad bite, a crocodile tooth one which had an adjustable screw to tighten it, and a tiny little clamp that you screwed onto the nipple. I handed them to Dion who looked happy enough then Ryan said "I am going next and I don't need anything other than my fingers. Give him some poppers." Dion was pouring poppers into the filter of the mask and he put it on Musa. Musa pushed it off and said "I don't need dem". Dion pulled the mask back into place and said "but you are getting them, and for that you are getting them extra long. Ryan, do your stuff." "Alright lads, hold him" said Ryan. Daz and Terry grabbed Musa, an arm each, and held him tight. Ryan took hold of Musa's nipples and twisted them. Amazingly not too much. He squeezed them but I could see he was being gentle. And then he announced "Just what I thought, look, he is a fag". And indeed Musa had a huge hard on. Ryan picked the cane up and began beating Musa's dick -- really hard, really thrashing it. But it wasn't going down. His huge black cock, with the beautiful mushroom head, with the perfect length and width that I come to adore so much was still standing proud. Ryan really laid into it and of course it did go down -- eventually. Dion leaned forward and took the mask off Musa. He had been getting poppers for at least 5 minutes. He looked washed out. Ryan then took the cane and literally beat Musa's nipples, first one, then the other, then both at once. Musa was wriggling and struggling but the two skinheads had him held tight. After Ryan had been doing it for about 10 minutes he said to Musa "you threatened to send a video of me to everyone. So when we stop you gonna get your phone and you gonna show me how you are deleting that video. Then we move to stage 2 cos then I am videoing you. Terry and Daz are gonna take a nipple each and see how quickly they can get you to say for the video `please sir, can I buy your shit cos I want to eat white man shit so I know my place' "Less of that" said Dion "Oh fuck off" said Ryan. "You know what is going on. We need a film that he will never want anyone to see" Turning to me he said "Get those crocodile teeth clamps on his nipples and loosen the screw until it comes out -- that's when they have maximum grip". I put them on Musa and removed the screws. They were vicious, the sharp teeth were cutting into his skin and he looked in such pain. I just wanted to take him and hold him and assure him it would be alright. Instead Terry and Daz grabbed him and started twisting the clamps and pulling them. Musa was trying not to scream but you could tell it wasn't going to last. "When you ready to be a filmstar just say" said Ryan. "Fuck you!" Musa spat out. "Just fuck right off" "Teach him a lesson" said Ryan and Terry and Daz grabbed the clamps and pulled them right off. They literally ripped the skin off the nipple and Musa screamed. Terry then grabbed Musa's nipple, open the jaws of the clamp and sprung it back on. Musa lashed out with his feet but the two of them were at his sides holding him. He was just kicking air "Daz is next and then they are being twisted round and round until they come off again. You might as well just do the video -- cos you sure as hell are going to be doing it in 10 minutes". Musa nodded and was let go. "Start by deleting the video of me" said Ryan and Musa showed Ryan the video being deleted. Ryan then got his phone and said "off you go -- beg for my shit" Musa had clearly decided the easiest way was just to do it and said "I iz just a pathetic black guy, I know I am inferior to white men, please sir, please white master, let me buy your shit so I can eat it and learn my place". The three skin heads were laughing. Terry was leaning on the wall. Daz had lit a cigarette and was sitting with his boots on the coffee table flicking ash onto the carpet. Dion was stood with folded arms looking pretty annoyed, "OK" said Ryan "and now his little gay lover boy is gonna punish his nipples. How you gonna do it?" I said that I thought as they looked so sore, just pinching and squeezing was sufficient. They didn't seem impressed when suddenly Daz said. "You two hold him tight like before. Now gay boy take this cigarette and put it out on his nipple". I shook my head. "Either you do that or I will write my name in fucking blisters on your forehead". I shook my head and Daz said to me "I want to see you do it willingly if we have to make you then it is still happening but your punishment will be even worse". I took the cigarette. "Inhale" said Daz I want to see it bright red and glowing. I did that. "Now put it on his nipple but don't stub it out. And don't fucking take it away immediately I want to see him burn" I stretched forward and took the end of the cigarette and pushed it onto Musa's nipple. The scream was heart rending and I quickly pulled the cigarette away. "For fuck's sake" said Daz leaping up "give it ere." He took a long draw on the cigarette and pushed it onto Musa's other nipple -- and held it there. Musa was kicking and screaming and you could smell burning flesh. "Now you take it, and stub it out on the other one". I took it and before they could get me to pull on it again and get it hotter I shoved it hard onto the nipple and got the cigarette put out. "Nice" said Daz inspecting the burns. "I'd say you turned his skin black but it already was -- that's the only thing about burning niggers, you don't get to see really good marks". Dion walked over nonchaltantly, as if to inspect the damage, and punched Daz with a really hard right hook. Daz fell backwards, landing on the middle of my coffee table which broke in two. "I had enough of this constant racism. I already showed you 3 on 1 don't matter I can win. One more racist comment from either of you two and I will literally beat you to a pulp." "He was only joking" said Ryan "Anyway, now he knows his place, and he has been beaten and burnt, it would be good to see you fuck him. Would be final proof of what he is like and really put him in his place." "I will fuck him" said Dion but one more comment from any of you and it won't be pleasant. Jim, show them the position that Musa needs putting in". "No, not dat" said Musa "Am sorry Dion, I realise I not been a good friend and I realise..." Dion kicked him hard. "Too late for apologies now, you thieving bastard, let's get this done. I always knew you wanted your ass destroyed" We got Musa in position and Dion took his trousers off. He turned to me and said "Oi, lover boy, you can lick his arse and get it wet cos we not using lube". With his legs pulled so far behind his back, his hole was pointing to the sky. I got down on the floor and parted his cheeks. There was blood on my hands from the beating on his ass and his hole was red, swollen and clearly painful. I licked it, I drooled on it, I stuck my tongue down his hole, I did everything to wet it and lube it with my spit. "Look at the queer's dick, licking the dirty arse has made him hard" said Terry, and he was right, it had. I had a huge hard on Musa's ass was still a joy to lick. I liked the taste, I liked the way he enjoyed it, I found it had a huge turn on. They all laughed at me Dion stood over him and position his cock directly over Musa's hole, then just as he had done with me the week before he dropped, full weight, onto Musa, shouting "Pile Driver Yessssss". I thought Musa was scream but the noise that came out was a deep growling sound like I had never heard. It was like everything else had been pain but this was the final destruction of him. Dion was ripping away his manhood. This was the ultimate humiliation for him. Dion just wrecked his arse. He was a big guy and his weight put tremendous power behind his massive cock every time he dropped. Musa wasn't struggling -- he couldn't, Ryan and Terry were holding him tight. Daz had come round and was watching amazed. He had clearly never seen anything so brutal before. Dion, the huge black bull, destroyed his former friend's arse. I looked at Dion. His head shaven, his amazing body just rippling with muscles, the sweat shining of his black bulging pecs. He was in remarkable shape. His dick was just massive, there was no other word to describe it. It was so fat it was incredible. And his stamina was phenomenal. He would position himself directly over Musa, push his cock so it was lined up with Musa's arse and literally drop. His speed never varied, he was relentless. He had been going 15 minutes at least. "He's got a hard on" said Daz pointing to my dick. And it was true. Watching was amazing. "Cum on his face" said Ryan. I jacked off a little faster and it really wasn't much effort to shoot on Musa's face. "Don't you aim for the eyes?" said Ryan. "Come on lads, lets show him how its done. Daz, you first." Daz stepped over towards Musa, clearly keeping a check on Dion, to make sure he didn't punch him again. He loosened his tight bleacher trousers and pulled out a long, cut, knob. He slowly jacked himself off. Dion seemed oblivious to him, focused still on wrecking Musa's hole. Daz started to speed up a little and when Dion was pulling out said "let me see what his arse hole looks like now you destroyed it". From where I was I couldn't see but Daz looked and said "something tells me you have put him in plastic pants with a bag to shit in" and everyone laughed. Dion smiled and said "you can be next if you like white boy". Daz shook his head and said "not a fag mate -- but I can manage this" and sprayed cum all over Musa's face. Ryan groaned "you missed his eyes again, its all running down his cheeks" "You go next then" said Daz and he and Ryan changed places. Daz pulled his dick out and it was already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. He clearly found what was going on a real turn on. "Oi come here and suck me off a bit" he said to me and I moved from where I had been stood to kneel in front of him. He grabbed my head really firmly and fucked my face. I had expected it would be a bit of a struggle but in reality, compared to the dildoes and big black cocks I had been having for the last 6 weeks it was a bit small. I coped perfectly well, did a normal blow job and even got my hands round to cop a feel of his arse. He was nice but nothing compared to either of the black guys. Suddenly he pulled out and started to cum. He dropped to his knees and from just a couple of inches away shot his load in both of Musa's eyes. One was already half closed after his fight, the other soon went blood shot. He wiped the excess spunk on the side of Musa's face. Poor Musa. His face was covered in cum and it was running down his cheeks. Ryan and Terry changed places. Terry got his dick out, skinned it back a few times and shot his load all over Musa. It was all done in like 10 seconds. "Sorry about that, seeing him being punished so much made me hard. So, Dion, complete the painting". Dion nodded and this time as he pulled out of Musa's arse he stepped forward and jacked off for a few moments. When he came it was like a tap. I had never seen so much cum. Musa's face was literally drenched. The skinheads cheered. Dion smiled and then said to me. "Lick it off, but hold it in your mouth. I want you to show me your mouth, full of spunk. And I don't want any on his face". This sounded like a great idea but licking and holding it in your mouth, and then continuing licking, turned out to be impossible. Every time I licked his face I was simply smearing back what I licked the time before. I don't think that had been the plan but clearly the 4 of them thought the result was great. No part of Musa's face was now free of spunk and they were cheering and directing me to anywhere I had missed. Dion grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and said "ok lick it off and spit it into this." It took me a good 5 minutes to do a decent job and the glass had a fair amount in when I had finished. Licking the spunk off Musa was really erotic. He was just lying there. He had long ago stopped saying anything. He looked a total mess -- his eyes were bloodshot and one was closed, both cheeks were swollen, his nipples had horrible burn marks on them. I couldn't see his back or his ass but I knew they were striped with marks from the cane and that the beating had been savage enough to draw blood. As for his arsehole. It had always been tight and firm and beautiful. Now it would be forever stretched, gaping and damaged. It would hang open -- never mind putting my tongue in there I would be able to put my fist. I held the glass full of spunk up so the others could see. I was sure they were going to tell me to pour it on Musa but Dion said "drink it but hold it in your mouth, I want to see you with a mouth full of spunk." There was too much for one mouthful and it ran down my chin -- it was now cold, and unpleasant. "Show me your mouth" I did. "Now kiss him like you have always wanted to and give him the spunk." I sat Musa up, I put my hand on the back of his head and I pressed my lips to his. He had beautiful black lips. He didn't open his mouth so I pushed my tongue in and he opened up and I squirted the spunk in his mouth. What happened next astonished me. He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me properly -- and spat the spunk back. "Look at the pair of them -- they both have gone hard". And it was true I was hard as a rock. But I leaned back and looked at Musa, he had a roaring hard on. "Queer fuck" said Ryan and kicked him. Daz kicked me. Terry punched me. Dion stepped in and slapped Musa across the back of the head. It looked like we were about to get beaten up when Ryan said "I got to go, I am on duty in a bit and I have to go home and change. There is one final thing we got to do. Get his stuff and throw him out like that -- and his stuff." Ryan started to gather Musa's clothes and Daz and Dion picked Musa up and carried him out. "He wont be out there long" said Terry "we smashed the door -- he'll just come back in". "He won't" said Dion. "I got a few things to sort with his gay lover here and if Musa is still around when I go I will beat him to a pulp. Kick the bastard out" Musa was thrown out, and his clothes after him. The 3 skinheads stepped over him to leave and there was just Dion and me in the flat. The place was a mess -- a broken coffee table, a smashed front door, blood on the carpet. This was going to be an expensive fix. Dion turned to me and said, "I am you master now -- pay me". I explained that I was trying to sell my car but had not managed it. "How much is the car worth?" I explained I had it for sale for £2000. "Well it hasn't been bought so its probably worth half that -- give me the keys, its mine now." I started to argue and Dion back handed me really hard "Did that shit Musa never train not to argue -- keys now". I handed him the keys. "I guess you can't pay for next week then?" he asked. I shook my head. "Then the only thing left is to pimp you out and get me some money that way. We can start Saturday when I organised a slave auction of a couple of guys who crossed me. Maybe we can put Musa in that too -- we never done a black guy before." "A slave auction?" I asked. "Saturday 8pm someone will pick you up. Just be ready. Now clean this place up and get the door fixed." And with the Dion was gone. But my nightmare had not gone, it just got a whole lot worse.