Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:28:34 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: roswell heights-4

[Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South
Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15
story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few
hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's
become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.]

ROSWELL HEIGHTS-4

	Everyday starts off the same; children head into school in the
morning, followed by their parents heading into various employments. After
a full day of learning and work, they return to their neighborhoods, to the
familiarity of their homes.
	In most neighborhoods, the streets fill with the joy and laughter
of kids in afternoon play. But in the urban surroundings of Roswell
Heights, the streets are usually filled with shady characters; drug
dealers, crack heads, prostitutes, thieves, and con artists. Children are
forced to play in an unsavory environment, having to look over their backs
for unexpected danger Many of the parents are afraid to allow their
children to be outdoors unsupervised. One such parents are 40 yr old Jerome
Taylor and his wife Roseland. Their children (Jerome Jr --son<16> &
daughter Rose <14>) are usually chaperoned when coming or going to and from
home or school. Good students in school, they're parents were deeply
religious and attended many of their church's functions.

	Since his encounter with Kane (chap-2), Jerome has been careful to
limit his time outdoors, afraid of running into the drug dealer
again. Every day before going to work, he checks the area to make sure that
Kane isn't around before making a mad dash to his car parked in the
building's parking lot and takes off as quickly as possible. For the better
part of a week that precaution had been working for him, until the day came
when he and his family decided to attend one of their church's many weekday
services.
	Before Jerome could inspect the area outside, his family exited the
building, heading for the family car when he spotted Kane having a
conversation with some friends on the curb. The two men made eye contact
with Kane quietly smirking as he casually reached down and caressed his
crotch bulge.

"Hurry up, get in the car...!" hurried Jerome, rushing his family across
the lot.
	He unlocked the driver side door, then hit the power locks to
unlock the other doors as his family began to pile in.

"Hey..., yo...!" called Kane, abandoning his friends as he walked towards
Jerome's car.
	Jerome froze, his heartbeat racing as he watched the neighborhood
drug dealer walking in his direction.

"What does he want...?" asked Roseland Taylor, still pissed after getting
roughed up by the drug dealer in public (Chap-2).

"Get in the car, Roseland..." warned Jerome, nervously.
	Roseland Taylor rolled her eyes, but followed her husband's advise
as she got into the passenger's seat, locking the door behind her as her
children sat in the backseats. Jerome took a deep breath, as Kane walked up
to him within a few feet.

"Wussup, man?" asked the drug dealer, casually.

"uh..., my wife and I are taking the kids to service..." explained Jerome.

"Church...?" asked Kane, speaking as if the word were foreign. "It's not
Sunday...!"

"Our church has many other family services other than Sunday service."
advised Jerome.

"Oh." answered Kane, nonchalantly. "Taking the whole family with you, I
see...!" he said, looking in through the front windshield as mrs Taylor
gave him a sour look.

"uh, yes..., we're taking our children to bible study..." said Jerome.

"Bible study, eh...?" asked Kane, amused. "I wanna talk to you for a
minute...!" he said, motioning for Jerome to follow him back towards the
building.

"But we're running late...!" informed Jerome, torn.

"It wasn't a request!" countered Kane without looking back.
	Jerome looked back at his wife nervously, then walked back to his
car.

"uh, honey..., I'll be right back...!" he said, peeking in through the
window.

"You'll be right back...? Where are you going??" asked Roseland,
upset. "The kids're already late...!"

"I know...! I'll be right back!" repeated Jerome firmly, slamming the car
door as he quickly followed Kane back into the building.
	Jerome knew his wife's eyes were burning holes in the back of his
head, but what choice did he have? Kane walked into the building's foyer,
holding the door open as Jerome passed through.

"May I ask what you wanted to talk to me about...?" asked the father of
two, nervously.
	Kane merely walked by Jerome, leading him to the ground floor where
he opened the unlocked door to the janitor's closet, then roughly shoved
Jerome inside.

"Whose bitch is you...?" asked Kane, closing the door on them both.

"Huh...?" asked Jerome, stunned.
	Kane slapped Jerome across the face.

"I said whose bitch is you...?" he repeated in the same tone.

"Yours..." said Jerome, shamefully. "...I'm YOUR bitch!"

"That's right!" said Kane, unzipping his pants. "Suck my dick!" he ordered.

"But my family's..."

"I said suck my mother fuckin' dick...!!" yelled Kane, grabbing the back of
Jerome's head and forcing him down onto his knees in the closet.
	Jerome knew better than to fight with Kane, he simply opened his
mouth and gave in as he accepted the drug man's stiff hard dick into his
mouth.

	Kane said nothing as he felt the married man's warm mouth wrap
around his appendage. He locked his hands in the back of Jerome's head as
he helped guide his mouth slickly up and down his hard shaft. Jerome could
taste the stale piss from Kane's unwashed shaft, as well as smell the
pleasantly masculine funk from his musky crotch as sweat from his pubic
bush and balls attacked his nose like an aphrodisiac.
	Jerome gagged as Kane's dick head jammed into the start of his
throat. Spit drooled down off the underbelly as Kane tilted back the
married man's head and thrust forth. Jerome felt the dick forcing its way
into his throat, causing him discomfort as he tried to relax and accept it.

"Nobody said being my bitch would be easy...!" joked Kane, forcing another
inch or so of dick between Jerome's quivering lips. "You can't suck dick
for shit...!" grumbled the drug dealer, wanting to throat fuck the older
man. "You need to find somebody to practice on..., maybe that son of
yours...!?" suggested Kane.
	A cold chill ran up Jerome's spine at the mere mention of his
son. Surely Kane wouldn't be so cruel as to make him suck his own son's
dick? Would he?

	Jerome tried to block the statement from his mind as he curled his
thick lips under his teeth to keep from scraping them against Kane's dick
as he bobbed his head back and forth like a porno whore. Kane pulled his
spit coated manhood from Jerome's mouth and slapped it up against his face
like a club as Jerome panted for breath. "Get up..., I want some ass!"
	Jerome hesitated...

"My family..."

"Get the fuck up, mother fucker...!" cursed Kane, not wanting to hear about
Jerome's family waiting outside.
	Jerome stood up, unfastening his pants as he prepared to be fucked
in the janitor's closet on the main floor of his building. He was
understandably nervous, fearing that someone walking by might hear them and
tell everyone he's a drug dealer's bitch. How could he live something like
that down? His name and family would be dirt in the neighborhood, as well
as at his church.

	While Jerome was going through his personal horrors, Kane spun him
around and pushed him up against the wall of the closet, nudging his dick
head up against Jerome's asshole. Jerome felt the drug dealer pushing into
him, trying to force his dick into his ass. Jerome rose up on his tip-toes,
trying to escape the hard dick. "Wait..." he whispered, feeling sore
already. "...we need lubricant...!"

"We've got your spit on my dick..." reminded Kane, "...that's lube
enough...!"
	Jerome yipped as Kane pushed harder, trying to force his dick into
the tight dry hole.

"Wait...! Wait...! Please...!" begged Jerome, feeling torn asunder as the
dick head wedge into his fighting anus.

"I've fucked ass with nothing but spit for lube before in prison..."
informed Kane, whispering in Jerome's ear. "...just relax and take it!
Either way you're getting fucked, so you might as well enjoy it!"

	Jerome kissed the wall as Kane's dick started to dig into his
asshole. When he reached back to push back at Kane's hips (trying to limit
how much dick the drug dealer forced into him), Kane twisted his arm behind
his back, causing a sharp pain to shoot through Jerome's
shoulder. "AARRHHH...!!!" yelled the 40 yr old, feeling the pain in his
shoulder as his asshole was attacked.
	Kane bored through Jerome's clamping hole, burying nearly half his
spit wet rod in the married man's ass. Kane wrapped his free arm around
Jerome's neck, pulling him back as he twisted his arm higher. The extreme
pain caused Jerome to focus less on his ass, and more on his arm as it felt
his shoulder would be torn from its socket.

	Cutting off Jerome's breathing passage helped keep him quiet as
Kane pulled back with his hips, then rammed forth as he forced more dick
straight through the fighting sphincter muscles. Jerome yelled out loud as
the dick tore through him, ripping him open like a brick through a paper
bag. Kane repeated the process several time, pulling back and driving forth
until he successfully managed to sheath his entire dick bone deep in the
convulsing hole. Jerome felt totally stuffed, his bowels filled to capacity
as Kane began to ground himself into his plump backside. Relaxing his grip
on Jerome's arm, Jerome felt the tension in his shoulder lessen as Kane
concentrated more on his ass and less on his punishment. He released his
hold on Jerome's neck and grabbed his waist, steadying him as he began to
fuck in and out of his body.
	Jerome felt the big dick dragging his asshole outward, feeling as
if his guts were being pulled from the inside out. An instant later he felt
Kane pushing back in, shoving his dick deep as his hairy pelvis scratched
against his ass cheeks. Jerome tried to stifle his yipes and screams, not
wanting to cause attention from the busy high traffic walk way nearby.

	Kane didn't care about Jerome's embarrassment, nor of his painful
anal discomfort as he held him by the waist and humped his hips into his
fat girly ass. Kane knew fucking a man without the proper lubricant could
be rough on both the fucker and the fuckee, but in all his time behind
bars, he'd come to like the rough dry friction of his thick fat dick
sliding through an unlubed hole. Eventually some of the victims began to
loosen and lubricate naturally (the ones that really got into the rape),
while some of the others remained dry up to the moment Kane loaded their
manly pussies with his cum. Kane didn't really care if the bottoms liked
getting fucked or not (so long as he got his rocks off), but he had a
sneaking feeling that Jerome was one of those bottoms who would get moist
naturally. Rather he knew it or not, his body was built for fucking. Had he
been incarcerated, he would definitely be prime choice for many of the
inmates looking to bury their boners in some hot pussy substitute.

	Kane wasted no time with foreplay, foreplay was designed to con
girls into giving up their precious jollies to men who wished to woo
them. Kane only did foreplay with his woman (his baby's momma), she was the
only one he kissed and caressed essentially. Everyone else were merely
dumps for him to stick his dick in. Butt fucking Jerome Taylor was just a
means to an end. Jerome's wife had been a little to vocal with her public
ridicule of Kane and his outdoor activities, so her husband had to suffer
the consequences of her actions by losing his manhood, his dignity, and his
anal virginity. Jerome had already lost his cherry to Kane once. Kane liked
the idea of making the god fearing married father of two his own personal
private bitch, pulling him aside to fuck while his wife and kids sat
outside waiting for him. Kane thought it was hilarious to send Jerome back
to his wife and kids with an ass full of cum, having his essence leaking
from his well dressed ass while sitting in church with the rest of the
neighborhood busybodies.
	Kane pushed Jerome flat against the janitor's wall, ramming all 9
and 1/2 inches of his thick ramrod deep into Jerome's aching
backside. Jerome felt as if his rectum might explode as the big dick bore
straight through him like a pole, digging a deeper path with every
thrust. He could feel every inch of the dick as it slid through him,
forcing his butt cheeks to mold around the embedded shaft.

	Jerome's face lay smashed against the peeling paint as his ass was
royally fucked from behind. He could feel Kane fucking harder, driving more
dick though him with each thrust. He grunted and groaned after every
plunge, feeing his body pummeled against his will. He felt completely and
utterly helpless as the drug dealer used his body for a second time. He had
no choice but to comply with the dealer's wishes, or risk serious bodily
harm. Knowing Kane's street reputation as a ruthless man to reckon with,
only made Jerome feel even more helpless as he allowed himself to give in
to the relentless fucking.
	Suddenly the pain in Jerome's ass started to dissipate, allowing
for smooth strokes through his moistening rectum. Jerome was pleasantly
surprised that his ass was beginning to grow accustomed to the dry
fucking. A few moments later, he was thrusting his own ass back against the
fucker as he slapped his pelvic bone into the married man's ass. Slapping
sounds filled the janitor's closet as Jerome's pain screams turned to
erotic wails.

"I knew your punk ass pussy would wetten up for me...!" snarled Kane,
growing more and more aggressive as he picked up the pace with his hips. He
tightened his grip on Jerome's waist, slamming his rock hard erection
through the squiring cheeks. "I knew a pussy like you would eventually open
up for me...! I've fucked plenty of niggas like you in prison, and every
one of them got wet after only a few strokes in their twats!"
	Jerome groaned at hearing his asshole referred to as "pussy" and
"twat", as much as he wanted to disagree with the description, he felt it
was a correct assessment to what he has was becoming. Kane had already
fucked him once and came in his ass, and now he was a slave to the drug
dealer's demands. How could he refuse a man with the reputation for killing
people without a second thought? Surely he would fare better by giving in
and submitting?

	Kane loved how Jerome's body betrayed him, turning against him as
it started to enjoy the fucking at its backdoor. He could feel the
difference in the texture of Jerome's asshole as his bowels began to
secrete a natural enzyme to moisten the anal canal, allowing his thick dick
to slide through easier.
	Jerome had no idea what was happening to his body, all he knew was
that Kane was driving him crazy with wanton desire as his own dick grew
hard under the constant pounding. Jerome felt Kane's hands on his
shoulders, bending him forward as his ass protruded outward to make for a
better target.

"UURRHHH...! UURRHHH...! UUHHHH...! UUUHHHH...!" grunted Jerome after every
thrust, feeling Kane's dick sliding straight through his moistening colon.

"What am I fucking, bitch...?" asked Kane, perspiration bursting out on his
brow.

"You're fucking my..., pussy...!" said Jerome, knowing what Kane wanted to
hear.

"And whose pussy is it, faggot...?" asked Kane, digging deeper.

"It's your pussy, daddy...!" moaned Jerome, pushing his ass back.

"You know I love it when you call me big poppa, nigga...!" said Kane,
leaning over Jerome's back as he physically turned the older man's head
sideways to steal a kiss.
	Jerome groaned when their lips met. Feeling Jerome's masculinity
slip by the waist side, Kane took advantage of his vulnerability and began
to serious bang him from the back. Jerome lost all sense of self control as
he started to orgasm without touching himself. He panted into Kane's mouth
when his dick suddenly started spurting gobs of cum down onto the floor, in
his pants, and on his shoes. Kane felt Jerome's asshole spasm around his
dick as he continued to ram forth. "Make you cum, didn't I bitch...?" asked
Kane, snaking his hands under Jerome's shirt. Jerome was still dripping
semen from his dick tip when he felt Kane shoving him back up against the
wall. "You ain't done yet, baby..." he said, replenishing his thrusts as he
started probing harder and deeper. "...you man ain't cum yet..., you still
gotta get me off!"

"Yes, daddy...!" said Jerome in agreement. "Fuck me...!"

"What do you want, baby...? Tell me!" insisted Kane, increasing his
thrusts.

"I want to make you cum...!" panted Jerome, hugging the wall before him.

"You want my what...?" asked Kane, wanting to hear it again.

"Your cum...!" panted Jerome, breathlessly.

"Where you want it, baby...?" asked Kane, slamming his dick harder. "Where
you want me to nut at...?"

"In my pussy, daddy! Cum in my pussy...!" shouted Jerome, losing himself in
lust.

"You got it baby...!" said Kane, standing upright as he grabbed Jerome's
waist and fucked away.
	Jerome braced himself against the wall (his new best friend), using
his arms as bumpers to keep from smashing his face into the sheetrock. Kane
hammered at his ass, rejuvenated with lust as the ass before him loosened
and moistened of its own accord. Indeed it was like fucking pussy. He could
actually feel the moistness on his dick as it slid in and out with more
ease. "I'm getting close...!" he warned, feeling his balls knotting up
about the base. He slammed his hips into Jerome, their bodies colliding
like a car wreck when he suddenly rammed all the way in and shouted...,
"I'm cumming, bitch...!! AARRHHHH...!!"

"Yes...! Yes daddy...! Cum in me...! Fill me up...!" begged Jerome, his
dick still hard with excitement as he arched his back and milked Kane's
dick with his flexing anus.

"UUHHHH...!" groaned Kane, feeling the asshole sucking him dry as he leaned
into Jerome and allowed his dick to drain in his rectum.
	Jerome felt Kane hugging him from behind, his dick still throbbing
inside him even as his breathing began to return to normal. Once Kane
regained his strength, he stood up and dislodged himself from Jerome's
hole, leaving the asshole pulsating and dripping semen. "Suck my dick for
me, baby..." whispered Kane, turning Jerome around and pushing him down
onto his knees. Jerome stared at Kane's semi-hard dick, still wet with cum
and ass juice as it still throbbed slightly, oozing semen from the
tip. While Jerome hesitated with taking the tainted dick in his mouth, Kane
touched the top of his head and tilted it backwards, sliding his demanding
meat between his lips. Jerome was forced to suck the slightly soiled dick
clean with his mouth, causing his throat to gag as his stomach to turn at
the thought of cleaning off the soiled meat. But Kane didn't give him any
room for thought as he began fucking his mouth. Jerome could definitely
start his ass, as well as Kane's cum on his dick. He could feel Kane trying
to force his entire dick down his throat, trying to get his whole manhood
clean.

"That's enough..." announced Kane, pulling his dick free as he tucked it
away back in his pants. But before Jerome could get up off of his knees,
the drug dealer opened the door and exited the closet. Outside the ground
floor closet stood several curious onlookers, having heard the strange
moans and groans coming from behind the closed door.
	Kane merely zipped up his pants as he walked back out of the
building with his head held high. Jerome fondled awkwardly with his pants
and his tried quickly to pull them up. Several people gasped and laughed,
imagining what had been going on.

	Jerome finished fixing his clothes before following Kane
outside. He walked back to his family's car, where he had left his wife and
children. "What took you so long...?" asked Roseland Taylor, Jerome's
wife. "What did he want...?"

"Let's just get to church...!" advised Jerome, popping a breath mint into
his mouth.

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