Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 18:35:29 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Titus Too #4

A wicked smile spread across Mr. Spignotti's face when Sarge volunteered to
take up where Vinton Brundt left off.  It was clear to everyone in the
warehouse, including me, that Sarge wasn't going to just continue; shit no,
he was going to try to out shine that Aryan bastard.  First off Sarge
started my torments by walking up to my still kneeling figure and hauling
off and kicking my gut with his leather steel toed work boot so hard I flew
several feet through the air landing in a heap about halfway towards the
office door.  It was so unexpected that the power behind this kick forced a
great big glob of the fuck slime from Brundt and Titus out of my pussy,
coating my balls and legs with a warm glazed coating.  Max jumped up his
grey/black cock bouncing noticeably, just as I was scrambling to my knees
again only to be met by Sarge's second vicious kick to my gut; sprawling me
to the edge of the door as the desperately horny black and white truckers
scrambled to get out of the way.  I was painfully crammed through the
office door and into the drafty open space of the warehouse with the toe of
Sarge's work boot crammed halfway up my traumatized butthole.  My shocked
squeals only delighted the truckers, adding to their anticipation.  I was
surrounded by hard trucker cocks.

Sarge slid my reluctant body across the rough cement floor into the open
space of the loading bays.  The ceiling of the open warehouse, with its
fluorescent lights, was at least three stories away and all twelve bays
were full of trucks, fully loaded, just waiting to unload.  Many, many more
vicious kicks were showered on me from Sarge's boot as I squealed in pain
with each kick.  Throughout my traverse from the office to the open
warehouse driven by Sarge's steel toed boot I became like a panicked
frightened animal struggling to escape the brutal kicks raining down on me.
I had never seen Sarge so angry as I laid weeping and pleading for him to
stop.  Part of me knew his anger wasn't directed at me specifically, just
an outlet for his frustration he was forced to endure at the expense of
that sadistic, skinhead, Nazis Aryan Vinton Brundt who mercilessly insulted
Sarge while traumatizing me.

Sarge towered over me with an evil gleam in his eye and a healthy sheen of
sweat for his exertions.  Through it all however I noticed that Sarge left
his humungous black "Pussy Pounder" jutting from his warehouse supervisor
uniform.  In fact I was completely devastated, a sobbing mess on the floor,
and Sarge still had perfect creases in his uniform pants.  Sarge glared
down at me like I was a disease ridden parasite.  He sneered, more to the
surrounding truckers than to me, "Shit pussy breath, I can't fuck a slimy
hole like you got now, can I honky?  Not when you's been fuckin
contaminated by god damned Aryan spooge.  No fuckin self respecting Black
son of a bitch like me, shit not even a self respecting black dog for that
matter, would plow a crapped-up hole like you got, scumbag.  We got to
purify the fuck hole, using this man's Army way" Sarge shouted to cheers
from the surrounding Black truckers and confused, uncomfortable faces on
the white truckers.

A good amount of the cum that was plowed into me by Brundt and Titus was
coating my balls and legs by the time Sarge had me positioned where he
wanted me; kneeling again with my knees widely spaced and my whipped and
plundered butt exaggeratedly high in the air.  Unfortunately everyone knew
there was a hell of a lot more slime inside me from the previous fucks as
Brundt just calmly watched my newest torments, confident that since he got
first fucks he got best fucks.  Sarge seemed intent on changing Brundt's
attitude without even laying a hand on him.

Mr. Spignotti had previously laid down the law that there would be
absolutely no fighting between truckers in the warehouse, any fist fights
would be taken off the premises; no one really wanted to leave and miss the
opportunity to fuck the new warehouse bitch, so insults that normally would
have resulted in one trucker's teeth crammed down his throat was grudgingly
ignored.  I knew Sarge well enough to know that he'd plow my tight white
pussy as a surrogate for every white asshole in the warehouse.

Sarge slapped me hard on my ass cheeks and violently thrust two calloused
fingers painfully inside me.  He withdrew them like an experienced auto
mechanic checking the oil level of an engine, reading the miles and time
since the last oil change by the color and smell of the lubricant.  A
disgusted look crossed his face as he scanned the crowd of forty of so
truckers of mixed race and body-type; looking for a few allies.  Sarge
called Max over and had the massive dog clean my balls and legs of the
Aryan cum from his brutal kicks.  After a few minutes Sarge smiled, looked
out at the crowd and intoned, "Madd-dog, Roosevelt, Smithson, Spider,
Ranger, Shades and Primemeat.  You fuckers up to the challenge of cleaning
this fuckwadd out for some good ole, red white and fuckin blue all `merican
hard Black cock slamming?"  Sarge had selected all strong, vicious and
brutal Black truckers for my next ordeal.  No surprise however that each
man nodded that he was up to the challenge as the warehouse was filled with
the smell of sweat, piss, dirt and grime and testosterone in a sea of hard,
dripping cocks as far as my kneeling eyes could see.  I looked over at
Mr. Spignotti, who was watching the action from the office door, and saw
even he had a first-rate tent sprouting from the front of his fine silk
trousers.

Sarge went to the janitor's closet, took an empty two-gallon bleach
container with the bottom cut out that was used by the janitor as a crude
funnel.  With a gleam in his eye his dick bobbed up and down and his mind
went through the possibilities.  Without a sound he simply reached his
calloused black hand down, inserted his forefinger painfully inside my
tenderized hole and brusquely inserted the makeshift funnel inside my
upturned ass.  Sarge drew cheers from the Black truckers with the comment,
"'bout the only thing I know that'll kill fucking honky sperm is good
strong Black piss, lots an lots of fuckin good strong Black piss.  Smithson
Spider, get your cum filled cocks over here and fill this honky hole with
hot black piss.  Fill the fucker's hole to overflowing, you bastards".
Then to me he sneered, "You `bout ta get your first Black piss enema
pussyboy, and you aint `bout to forgit it anytime soon, aint that right
boys, we sure as shit gonna make a god damned impression of this honky;
even if it's more of an impression on the inside.  Now fill honky bitch's
hole boys".

Smithson and Spider were two large and muscular Black truckers and both
apparently needed to piss like race horses because almost immediately I
felt and heard hot piss streaming into the funnel and inside me.  The
torrent of piss went on for an eternity as my insides were flooded and my
stomach began to distend from the shear volume of piss inside me.  My face
reddened again as I realized I was serving as a public Black trucker toilet
as the click, flash and whirl of Polaroids reminded me that I'd be reliving
this newest humiliation for a long time to come.  After a few minutes of
this new shame my mind began to focus on a new crisis, I was being
painfully flooded with piss and neither trucker showed any signs he was
even close to finishing.  Panic filled my eyes as I looked up at Sarge.  He
was staring directly at Brundt with intense hatred and anger in his eyes.
I knew better then to move as spasms of cramps flowed over my body and
Sarge just laughed, sneering "take it all pussy, take all that Black piss
you disgusting fucking honky toilet.  You're nothing but a fucking toilet
for Black piss, you understand bitch?", the whole time staring directly at
Brundt.

Finally, after what felt like an hour the surges of hot piss began to
subside and finally to dribble and eventually to stop.  The two-gallon
plastic container was still full to the brim as I endured an eternity of
further abuse as the horny truckers standing all around me shouted and
cajoled me to take "every last drop".  When all the Black trucker piss was
finally inside my battered hole and my body desperately fought the urge to
expel such a volume, Sarge turned his attention to me with a wicked smile
saying, "That's one fuckin loaded down pussy boy, one fucking overflowing
honky hole.  But we got to get all those slimy dead Aryan swimmers out of
there so we can have us some fun".  Twisting my head upwards to look into
his stern Black face Sarge hissed, "You want that disgusting fuckin Aryan
seed out of you, honky?  You want it out, bitch?"  Desperate, I simply
replied, "Yes Sir, Yes Sergeant Carter, I want all that Aryan cum out of my
hole, Sir.  I want it all out now, please!"

"OK" he said nodding to the open door of the white porcelain trucker's
toilet across the loading dock, "You've earned that right.  Shit I sure
don't envy your shitty predicament, boy.  Having to take those tiny pink
dicks inside you must have been quite a humiliating experience.  A real
bitch like you needs to be fucked by real men, real BLACK MEN" as cheers
went up from the Black truckers and the white truckers were morose and
silent.  I started to rise to walk to the toilet to release all the Black
trucker's piss inside me when Sarge just hauled off and punched my face so
hard I tasted my own blood and saw stars as I awoke sprawled across the
cement floor.  He glowered over me and sneered, "On your fuckin knees
bitch.  You stay on your fuckin knees, you got that?"  "Yes Sir" I
stammered as I crawled to the public toilet with the bleach bottle funnel
still crammed in my upturned ass.  The surrounding truckers got a real kick
out of that as I desperately crawled around the legs of mean and nasty
truckers who only wanted to prolong my pain, embarrassment and debasement.
"Door open, fuckwadd, we all want to hear that disgusting Aryan cum
shooting from your nice hot little hole into that cold fuckin porcelain
toilet.  That's where all fuckin Aryan cum belongs, fuckin cold porcelain
toilet cause it's nothing but shit if you ask me" Sarge sneered at Vinton
Brundt as the Black truckers applauded and the white truckers silently
watched.  The white truckers were annoyed sure, but not so angry that every
trucker dick in the warehouse was rock hard.

As I crawled back into position in the center of the warehouse Sarge
announced with authority, "I think this hole is clean enough that we can
risk a little direct contact with Black dick.  Shades, get your ass over
here and put that hard black meat inside this honky hole.  Fill the bastard
up directly from the spigot".  Shades was a younger Black trucker, maybe 19
or so, who got his nickname because he always wore sunglasses, even at
night and even as he was pissing inside an upturned honky asshole.  Shades
slammed his hard cock into my upturned ass with one shove, held it there
until I felt a slow then increasing volume of piss flooding my hole again.
When he was finally finished and my insides were flooded again with hot
Black piss, I knew better this time and crawled over to the porcelain
toilet without instruction. I crawled back into position resigned and
dejected as Madd-dog, Prime Meat and finally Roosevelt all took turns
filling my traumatized hole with their hot Black trucker piss.  By the time
Roosevelt was finished my hole was cleaner than it had ever been, so much
so that anyone who looked at the results of the final expelled enema would
simply have assumed someone had pissed in the toilet and not bothered to
flush.  My hole was now clean enough for Sarge's plan.  My dick twitched
with the question, what did this strong Black Sergeant have in mind for me
next?

Throughout my enema ordeal, Max, the humungous black Dane/Mastiff mix would
stroll along side me, his tail wagging with obvious joy, as I struggled to
make it to the bathroom in time.  His large and distended grey/black shaft
hanging from his sheath told me and every trucker there that Max was
experienced enough to know what was coming next.  In my kneeling position,
with my knees spread and my ass high in the air Sarge led Max to my sore,
battered but totally cleaned out butthole.  Sarge simply patted my ass
cheeks saying only, "Max, up".  I felt the weight of Max before I felt his
cock.  He was so heavy it felt at first like one of the truckers had landed
on me from behind.  I knew it was Max immediately because the heavy,
muscled body on my back had short prickly, scratching hair that reminded me
just how sore I was still from the bullwhip hours earlier.

Max held me tight with his front paws as cheers went up from every trucker
in the warehouse.  With my legs spread like they were and his weight
pressing down on me I was pinned; it was impossible to move even an inch as
I felt the first brushed of Max's lengthening and thickening grey/black
cock.  I felt a slick, knob of some kind pressing at my hole but this had
to be too large and thick to be a dog's cock.  The only dog cock I had been
fucked by until now had been Titus and his was a pink tube of dock flesh
about two inches across.  This new blunt object felt twice as thick as it
pressed urgently at my hole.  Because of the trucker piss enema my hole had
tightened considerably since Titus and Brundt had plowed me.  Sarge had
gleefully decided against the use of any lube, content to enjoy the
struggle of horny black dog cock against tight honky bitch hole.  The
pressure built as the shaft of dog cock became more urgent and pressed with
greater ferocity.  You could almost hear the sound of my hole being torn
open by Max's rigid cock as first three inches then the entire black dog
cock was shoved violently inside me.

The incredible power behind this invasion was so great that my breath was
knocked out of me as I struggled to accept this new intrusion.  By the time
I could finally breathe again Max was slamming that monster dog cock into
me with all the force he could muster.  The click and whirl of Polaroids
told me that this was a great photo-op as my hole was being blundered by
the Dane/Mastiff mix.  "Shit", I heard an unidentified trucker say, "that
fuckin black dog cock must be a fuckin foot long and as big around as a
fuckin beer can. God damned fuckin slut is taking that cock dry and loving
every fuckin minute of it.  Shit fellas, lookit there, fuckin bitch's cock
is as hard as the rutting stud there and drippin as much fuckin precum too"
to laughter from all those around me.  My own hard and wet dick jumped at
this new humiliation leaving a wet spot on my abdomen, just confirming that
what he'd said was true.  Despite everything I'd been through, all the pain
and abuse I'd just suffered from Sarge and the trucker enemas my dick was
hard as a rock as I was being bred by a giant black dog surrounded by horny
truckers waiting their own turn at my holes.  My cock had betrayed my true
feelings again as snickers and guffaws rained down on my battered psyche.
I had become a fuck hole for dog cock again and against my wishes my dick
loved it.  What had I become since arriving at Spignotti and Sons?

But Max was not like Titus when he fucked me; this beast was on a mission,
as if he knew from experience that the only way he'd be able to completely
tie with me and fill my bitch hole with his dog cum was if he tore my hole
to shreds first.  The monster cock started to slam into me with greater and
greater ferocity.  My yips and whines of agony only encouraged the monster
cock.  Max was pounding my hole harder and with more intensity then many of
the truckers who had used me to this point.  I could actually feel my
sphincter muscle being torn as the dog cock plowed into me mercilessly.
With time no human muscle could stand such pummeling as exhaustion seemed
to seep inside me and my hole instinctively surrendered to the onslaught.
The relaxation allowed the beast to inflict even more abuse on my battered
hole.  Tears filled my eyes as this rape of my hole by this humungous black
dog with hooting and hollering truckers standing around shouting
encouragement to the canine rapist while hurling verbal insults my way.  My
world collapsed to two things, the vicious thick black slab of dog cock
slamming into me and the pain that overwhelmed me; spreading from my bitch
hole outward in waves of agony.  With my legs straining under Max's weight
I was powerless to even shift my weight to lessen my suffering.  My legs
trembled under the strain as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
Unconcerned the massive beast kept plowing away at me.  Max and the grimy
horny truckers loved it all but I could think of nothing but the vicious
rape and brawl-like battering of my blistered bitch hole.

I was pulled back to reality as I felt Max's softball-sized knot slamming
hard at my hole trying to pound its way in.  Unlike Titus, who's strategy
had been to push hard enough and the knot will eventually get in, Max
seemed to be of the battle-ram school of fucking.  Max's cock had
unfettered access to every inch of my fuck canal, now he started to pound
the opening of my hole with his thickening knot.  His pounding on my hole
was relentlessly as each smash seemed to echo in my ears and reverberate
throughout my entire body.  Max had no concern for me, only that he tie
with his bitch so he could fill the pussy with his cum.  The pain would
have been indescribable even if I hadn't been so savagely beating by
Mr. Spignotti earlier, it was now beyond words.  I started to scream and
cry out at the top of lungs.  The screeches and squeals became high pitched
whines as that monster Max broke down the last resistance of psyche.  As
all my resistance faltered completely Max finally crammed that monster knot
inside.  Once locked that knot swelled further, effectively locking my onto
his long, thick black dog meat.  Max spun around so we were positioned ass
to ass.  I felt his cock start to convulse and twist inside me as he
silently continued his humping motions against my brutalized hole.  Drool
was running from my lips and my eyes glazed over from the trauma.  Every
trucker watching knew as well as me that Max was creaming my clean and
empty fuck hole with black dog cum as the familiar flooding feeling
returned, dog cum this time, not Black trucker piss.  Chants of, "Fill that
bitch hole", "Breed the bitch, Max" and "Good boy Max, ole boy, good fuckin
boy" filled the air and added to my mortification.  Max seemed to love the
attention and the opportunity to breed a bitch hole with an appreciative
audience.  We stayed locked like this for about thirty minutes as Sarge
seemed to be intently reading Max for early signals.  When Sarge was
confident that Max's furry dogs balls had been drained by my fuck tube, but
before his knot had even begun to deflate, Sarge started to smack the beast
of the hind quarters shouting, "HHIIIYEEEAHHH, HEYEAHHH." as loud as he
could.  This had the desired effect as Max instinctively tried to pull out
of our tightly locked hole setting off a series of excruciating reactions.
Max's response made me scream as loud as I could which only frightened the
beast further causing him to tug harder and more pain for me.  Sarge kept
hitting Max trying to pry the knot from my hole before it seemed even
remotely possible.  I saw no apparent way that we could possibly be pried
apart before Max's knot deflated; still Sarge continued to drive Max from
my hole.  I was a sobbing, pleading mess from the excruciating pain Sarge's
newest scheme was causing; screaming in agony so loud the truckers were
falling over themselves in perverse pleasure at my predicament.

Finally Sarge motioned for Roosevelt, the sweaty Black trucker with a great
big trucker's beer-belly and a fat slick ass that complimented his extra
large black cock and heavy balls nicely, to "shut the bitch up".  Roosevelt
didn't need to be told twice as he strode to my head, quickly slid himself
on his back with his heavy black legs high in the air and his grimy and
crusted asshole spread out in front of my face.  I smelled the hole before
I saw it, being so intent on what was happening behind me.  The first
stench of Black ass filled my nostrils like smelling salts as my head began
to spin.  Wave after wave of stench filled the air between Roosevelt's
upturned trucker ass and my gapping mouth.  With his strong black hand
wrapped around my head I heard Roosevelt say simply, "Kiss my ass, bitch.
Fuckin eat my slimy asshole scumbag" as my face was thrown with fury into
those upturned black mounds of black flesh and right unto that slime
covered trucker asshole.

It was clear that Roosevelt had showered for days, being on a cross country
run from Texas to New Hampshire.  Additionally, his toilet habits could use
a bit of improvement as my painted red lips were spread wide open into the
musky hole.  My first impression of Roosevelt's ass hole was how warm and
slick it was.  With my face buried like it was I could no longer scream out
at the pain being inflicted through Max's knot by that sadistic Sarge.
Roosevelt slid my face all over his ass shouting, "Yeah baby, eat out
Daddy's slimy hole for him.  MMMMMMNNN Yeah, that's fucking great sweetums,
eat my fuckin asshole out!"  This distraction allowed my mind to focus on
something other than the impossibility being forced on it by Sarge's
sadistic game of torture for both Max and me.  The cruel bastard loved the
power he held over both of us as the terrified beast struggled to free
himself from my tortured hole.

Through the stench of Roosevelt's shitty asshole I heard a trucker, I think
it may have been Freightliner shout, "Fucking bitch doesn't want to let ole
Max's cock free, does it.  Fuckin hole craves slimy black dog cock" to
laughter and applause from the surrounding truckers.  I was embarrassed
anew but my red face was hidden from view as it was slathered all around
Roosevelt's open ass cheeks.  Tentatively I tried to lick at Roosevelt's
hole, to try to appease him somewhat so he'd relax his grip and let me
catch my breath.  The lightest touch sent shivers down his spine as he
called out to his trucker buds, "Shit man, you got to feel this.  Fuckin
bitch is going crazy for my shit-filled asshole.  Fucking cunt is licking
my hole like it's a fuckin lollipop.  That's right baby, been on the road
for weeks, need your fuckin tongue inside me bitch.  Lick my hole clean".
The truckers around us hooted and hollered at that one as Roosevelt only
slid my face around his ass with greater intensity.

Finally, I don't know how long it was since Sarge startled Max but I could
feel that humongous knot begin to pry itself from inside me.  The pain only
became greater as my hole was torn to shreds from the inside.  The whole
process of removing Max's knot seemed to take an eternity.  I would have
screamed except the sounds were muffled in the shaking folds of black flesh
on my face.  I felt the knot finally slip out but just as it did I felt it
being crammed back in.  My mind could understand this but I knew
instinctively that the monster dog knot was going back inside me. But the
knot didn't stop once it was lodged inside me.  This time the knot kept
going in; sliding at least six inches and filling my hole even more than
before.  I was confused, how could Max have reinserted himself?  Why would
he want to, this wasn't how things were supposed to work?  What was going
on here?

My mind became a swirl of a dream-like reality.  What had Sarge done to Max
to make him slam that knot back inside my tortured hole?  Still
semi-conscious and confused about what was really happening to me I felt
myself being lifted into the air; my hands and feet left the ground but
Max's knot was still inside me and now was at least eight inches inside and
creeping deeper.  My legs were forced up around my waist as I was placed in
a suspended sitting position.  I looked around me and saw the most
incredible thing I've ever seen in my life; all eyes were on me and the
reaction ranged from amusement to sympathy.

It didn't make sense that Max's knot was what was tearing up my pussy hole
now.  My first thought was, `Where was Sarge?'  I realized he was behind me
and that he was the one who was suspending me in the air.  My legs were
lifted by Madd-dog and Smithson.  Still something big and blunt was tearing
into me and it wasn't Max's knot.  The realization hit me that Max's knot
had been replaced by Sarge's strong black fist.  It was Sarge's fist that
was spreading my hole so painfully with all the truckers gapping in
amazement at the sight.

My head began to spin as reality merged with dream.  I looked out into the
crowd of truckers and saw such a mixture of responses it was actually kind
of funny.  The black truckers were in awe of Sarge's feat, that he was
fucking honky hole better and more completely than they could imagine.  The
white truckers looked pained, like they were imagining the agony I was
feeling with a Black man's fist tearing up my butthole.  It was like they
were imagining it was them suffering this fate; many of the white faces
blanched.  The black faces, conversely, were celebrating as if their
favorite football team had just scored a touchdown.  They were slapping
each other on their backs, laughing, joking, smiling and obviously just
feeling great about themselves.  They seemed more intent on the black arm
sliding deeper into me, imaging what Sarge must be feeling with honky pussy
stretched tight across his forearm.  Sarge slid his free arm under my legs
as if I was a ventriloquist's dummy.

In this position Sarge strolled around the room looking deep into the eyes
of each and every trucker he came across.  To the white truckers he strut
up, stare them down with his intense glare as he pumped his arm into my
spread asshole in a challenge.  It was as if he was saying to them, `This
could be your asshole next time if you don't treat me with the respect I
deserve'.  Sarge seemed to spend extra time in front of Vinton Brundt as
waves of hate flowed through me from one man to the other.

To the Black truckers Sarge was like a kid showing off a new trick.  He'd
let his fellow Black truckers reach out and run their hands over my
painfully stretched pussy lips, he'd tell them how hot and tight my fuck
tube felt around his arm and he'd pump his arm in and out just so they
could watch my legs twist and turn in an ineffective effort to escape.
This caused lots of laughter from the Black truckers and stares of
astonishment from their white brethren.  I must have looked like a puppet
on a string as my head rolled back and to the side, drool running down my
face and my arms and legs flailing aimlessly about.  The whole time I could
feel Sarge's black fist inside me and his hard black cock pressing firmly
against my back.  I drifted off into a kind of trance as I began to imagine
Sarge's black fist was the biggest Black cock in the world and it was
fucking me.  My humiliation was compounded when Madd-dog shouted out
"Lookee there fuckers, the bitches little pink dick was rock hard and
drippin precum..." to raucous laughter from everyone, even the freaked out
white truckers.

Again my cock had betrayed my true feelings to this group of brutal and
sadistic truckers.


This is a good place to stop the story for now.  The next chapter will be
posted to Nifty/Gay Male/Authoritarian/Brutal Trucker Sex series since
Titus and Max are done with my holes for now.  Keep watch in the
Authoritarian Section for the next Chapter.  Let me know what you think so
far. Comments welcome.  Write me at

danhol900@aol.com