Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2008 14:45:27 -0500
From: wolf34691@aol.com
Subject: Uniform Love, chapter 4

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(M/t, M/M, violence)

"Damn, little brother, this boy sucks good."

"You should feel his tight ass, bro!" Was the reply.

I paused in the dark hall, outside of one of the `play' rooms in the
club. Looked in to see who was talking. Saw Kris between two guys, on his
hands and knees. All three nude. The boy being screwed hard from both ends.

"Real tight I bet, huh, little bro?"

"Better than his hot mouth! Damn, why did they take so long to get such a
hot boy for us to play with?"

"Worth the price, right bro?"

The two brothers, both mid 30's, muscular, smooth bodied. Light brown hair,
lust filled eyes. The older brother's mustached mouth moaning as Kris
sucked him deep. The younger, stronger looking of the pair gripping the
boy's thin hips tight as he pounded deep into that tight ass.

Kris' thin, pale, smooth, hairless body taking a hard pounding from the two
horny guys. I stood and watched as my dick stirred in my tight black
jeans. In the dim light I could see the boy's back now covered in
bruises. Ugly black and blue marks on his neck, shoulders and slender,
strong arms. I guessed that the boy had had a hard night here in the
"club'--the place where the two guys who had bought the boy from me had
their nasty business. Where they sold young boys to horny men for their
lust driven perversions. Fucking bastards!

Not that my Kris was underage. He just looked it. Short, thin, hairless
pale body just ripe to be used and abused. My cadet partner was the key
part of the plan to get these sick bastards.

Slap! Smack! I heard as the guy who was face fucking the kid hit him in the
head.  Followed by his brother's hand spanking that smooth ass.

"Fuck, the kid's tight!" the younger guy said as he pumped his dick into
that hot boy ass.

His hands spanked Kris' cock filled ass as he fucked him. Leaving the boy's
tight rear red and glowing. The his older brother pulled back and popped
Kris in the jaw, sending the boy face down on his lean stomach onto the
filthy bed. The kid let out a cry as the younger bro slammed deep, grabbing
him by the shoulders and fucked hard.

The two brothers rolled the kid over on his back. Kris' boy prick, all 7+
inches of it, hard and throbbing. I continued to watch as the two men
abused the rent boy. Another hard left hook to the boy's jaw and Kris was
shooting his boy juice all over himself.

"Damn, the kid is hot!" The older brother said.

"He fucking loves it," the younger agreed, "never had one get hard and
shoot just from getting hit!"

"Ready for some real fun?" He continued.

"Get ready for the ride of your young life, kid!" The older brother
snarled. "Going to stretch that boy hole wide!"

I watched, sick, disgusted and horny! Turned on but angry with myself for
letting this happen. Watched as the older brother lay on his back. The
younger of the two picking Kris up like he was a little boy. Placed him
sitting on his older brother's lap. Heard Kris moan and the older guy sigh
as his dick penetrated the boy. Almost 9 inches of man dick deep up the
kid's hole.

Watched as the younger guy pushed Kris onto his back, laying face up on the
older brother's sweaty, smooth, muscular chest. Spreading the boy's legs he
climbed up and balanced on his own brother's strong thighs. Grabbed his
maybe 10 inch cut dick and lined up with the boy's already full hole.

"Fucking big monster dick!" Kris screamed as the younger guy's dick joined
his big brother's cock already filling the boy's tight hole.

The younger guy slammed deep. Balls deep. As Kris screamed. The boy's eyes
rolling back in his head. His cock dripping and jumping.

The two brothers then double fucked my young cadet. The boy moaned and
cried. I could see his tears flowing down his face from the pain. But his
dick was still rock hard! I was turned on in spite of my anger.

The older guy on the bottom held Kris' arms tight as they abused his tight
boy hole. The younger one was doing most of the work pounding his dick into
the boy. All three covered in sweat.

"Oh, hell, fuck!" The younger brother yelled as he pushed as deep as he
could into the kid. Pumping his stretched rubber full of sperm. The older
bro moaned and copied his little brother.

I was rubbing my dick through me jeans. Wanting Kris so bad. Thinking of
who I could get to join me in doing that sick sex act to him I had just
watched.

"Lick it clean, boy!"

The two brothers put their still wrapped dicks to the boy's mouth. Kris
sucked the juice and filth from their condom covered cocks. Then the older
guy pulled off his condom and held it upside down over the boy's open
mouth. Kris' tongue snaked up and sucked the guys juice out. Then swallowed
the softening dick and cleaned off the sticky mess.

As I walked away, the younger guy was feeding Kris his used cum out of his
dirty condom. I was pissed. And horny. This had gone on long enough. I
wanted my Kris back.

I continued looking around, looking for Sly or Don to get this over
with. Thoughts of Kris confusing the fuck out of my tired mind. Anger,
fear, lust. Desire for him. A deep, aching...something...confusing me even
more. But not my dick, rock hard as I drifted around the club.

A lusty moan from an open door made me pause and look. Another moan and my
dick let me know it needed release. Needed to shoot sperm up a tight hole
or hot sucking throat. I looked into the dimly lit room. Three men having
fun, ok, one adult and two teen boys. One I recognized, the tasty black boy
I had fucked in the back seat of Don's Hummer on the way here
yesterday. Todd, I think. The slender young nigger was nude, stroking off
as he watched--and video taped-- the other two.

Sitting on a weight-bench, ok, I guess this was a work-out room or
something, was another black stud. Older than Todd by only a couple of
years, hell he looked like the black teens big brother, wearing a
sweat-soaked white tee-shirt and sneakers. Sitting on his lap was a nude
little white kid. Riding up and down on the big nigger dick that impaled
his little body.

The white kid was maybe 11 or 12. Hard to tell in the dim light, even with
the kid sitting and facing the door as he road that black cock. His own
preteen boy dick hard as the kid jerked off as he was fucked. His little
body held tight by the strong arms of the guy using his boy hole.

My own 11 inches, held captive in my tight black jeans, throbbed as I
watched. Todd sat the video cam down and joined in.

"Yeah, stick your dick in his mouth, little bro." The older nigger
moaned. "This little white boy loves nigger meat, don't you, baby?"  The
little white kid answered by reaching for Todd's teen dick. The horny 14
year old sighed as the white boy sucked him deep.

"His ass nice and tight, Jason?" Todd asked his big brother.

"Tighter than yours, little dude, but not as sweet."

My hand was rubbing my hard dick through my jeans as I continued
watching. The older nigger pulled his little brother in for a wet, sloppy
kiss as they both continued to use the little white kid.

Part of me--ok, my leaking prick--wanted me to go in and join them, to slid
balls deep up that little boy's tight ass and pump him full of my
spunk. Part of me was sick and repulsed by the thought. But most of me just
wanted ...Him.

I left the trio to their horny pleasures. Still looking, still wanting,
still so fucked up.

Finally found who I was looking for. Sly. The tall, thin, greasy guy was
sitting at a desk working on his laptop computer. Wearing an old dirty
"wife beater" white tank top, covered in nasty sex stains. His jeans down
around his ankles as he stroked off to what was on the screen. I was
surprised that he didn't have one of the young kids nursing that big dick.

"Hey, Trey." Sly said, not looking up from the screen. "Here for the rest
of your cash?"

"Yeah, where the fuck is Don?" I snapped.

 "What's wrong, dude?" Sly questioned, pausing whatever he was watching on
the screen.

"Nothing, just so fucking horny." I replied. "What's got you so hot?"

"Film from last night."

"Of us?" I asked.

"No, Don's got that locked up, Trey," Sly answered, "got your copy too. No,
this is from later. A dad brought us his son in to pay off his drug
debts. Cute little fucker. Just six years old. Want to watch?"

I took just one look at the scene frozen on the computer screen. A short,
rough looking young guy, maybe late twenties, holding down a cute little
kid. The boy's mouth open in a scream as his dad popped his cherry
ass. Blood bright on his little legs and round little ass. Sick enough to
make me lose my hard-on in a flash.

"Hot, huh?"

"Rather be doing it than watching it." I grumbled, all the time thinking
hard how to find the kid and rescue him before he was hurt some more.

"Thought you liked them young, dude!" Sly laughed. "That'd be hot, seeing
that monster dick of yours rip that boy apart."

"Can I..."

"Guess you are horny! But having a real problem with that one," Sly said,
pointing to the dad on the screen, "his dad changed his mind about selling
us the kid. He and Don are fighting about it upstairs."

"Changed his mind?" I growled.

"The fucker wants the boy for himself. Said he was the best fuck he ever
had! Pissed Don off when he said the deal's off. I'm supposed to be
checking to make sure we have enough on the guy to make him..." Sly trailed
off, "hey, Trey want to make some extra cash? Come on!"

I followed as Sly lead me upstairs to Don's private office. Inside the too
men were loudly arguing.

Both stopped and looked at us. The dad, maybe 26 or so. Short, skinny,
dirty looking. Not quite drugged out but had that look. Wearing a ripped,
dirty white tee shirt. Filthy jeans and boots. Trying to act tough.

"Boss, thought Trey here could get Tom to show you some respect and get him
to live up to his word," Sly snapped, "take `em, dude."

I saw Don smile that evil smile at me. Felt Tom's eye's on me. Knew just
what I looked like in my tight white tee and jeans. Bruised from last
nights `fun'. Shaved head, tattoo arms. Pissed off look as I thought of
that young boy. Of this dad raping his own six year old son!

In one swift move, I had Tom's thin arm pinned behind his slender
body. Tears filled his eyes as I held him tight. Pulled him up from the
chair, then slammed my fist into his stomach. He groaned as he doubled over
in pain.

"Where?"

"You can use my private room, back there," Don pointed, "don't kill him,
ok?"

I wrapped my strong hand around his skinny neck as I pulled him into the
back room. Slammed the door closed with my foot. Then, as his scared eyes
looked at me, I popped him in the jaw. He fell back onto the large, king
sized bed.

"Please..." he cried.

"Please what?" I snapped, "please don't fuck my sorry ass? Did you stop
when your own kid begged you?"

"I...I'm sorry, I had no choice, but I ..." the scared, sick bastard cried.

"No choice but to rape and use your little boy? In front of a camera? And
enjoyed it so much that you changed your mind and want his ass home so you
can fuck him every day?" I raged.

"Only wish I could make you feel what he felt. The fear and terror of
getting raped by your own dad! You sick bastard!" I snapped as my fist met
his stomach again. I punched him several more times, his breathing ragged
as he looked up at me. I wanted him to hurt.

I back-handed him in the jaw. His body lying limp on the bed. But his eyes
still stared back. Terror mixed with...what?

"Not even fucking man enough to fight back?"

I popped his thin jaw again. Now covered in black and blue marks. A thin
trickle of blood running down his chin. His pale eyes staring into
mine. The smell of his sweat. His unwashed body lying before me.  His dick
hard in his jeans. The lost look of a druggie washed away by pain, fear,
lust!

"Like it rough, don't you, bastard?" I snarled at him, seeing his hard dick
trying to claw it's way out of his dirty jeans.

My own dick hard and needing release. I yanked off my leather belt. Rolled
the sick pervert on his stomach.  The leather sang as it swept through the
air. To meet his back, barely protected by the thin material of his dirty
white tee shirt.

He jumped but didn't scream. Again the belt lashed his thin back. I reached
for his shirt collar and pulled. Ripped that dirty tee off his slender
body. His back now marked with two welts from my belt.  Quickly joined by
more as I beat him. Low moans came out of his mouth as he felt the painful
blows.  The hiss of the leather belt as I swung. The bite into his
flesh. The dark, ugly welt left behind. All making him...feel. Making him
moan with desire.

In my lust to punish him I missed his growing excitement. Tom was feeling
with his body what he had so long missed. Lost from drowning in
drugs. Feeling anything at all was better than the dull, worn agony of
being stoned. Feelings---pain, terror, desire, lust. Emotions that had been
drugged out of his very soul.

I grabbed his jeans and yanked, hard. Down and off they slid. His round,
tight, virgin ass pale in the harsh light of the bedroom. Pulled out my
hard dick and put it to his lips.

The bastard refused me. Even in his new found lust he wasn't ready to suck
dick.  Tom's eyes stared at my throbbing 11 inches of horny dick.

"Your choice, dude. Lick it and get it wet or have a really rough, dry
fuck." I snapped at him.

Smiled as his lips opened. Pushed my pre-cum covered cock into that virgin
mouth. Took his head and held it tight as I slammed deep down his virgin
throat. Heard him choke and gag. But driven by my own lust and anger, I
kept pushing.

Pulled out of that now broken throat and went for his tight ass. Saw his
dick hard and wet, pointing down between his out stretched legs as he lay
on his stomach. Didn't care anymore if he hurt or enjoyed it or what.

Just needed to get off.

Rolled an XXL condom down my hard dick. No way was I going in that filthy
drug addict's hole without one. Tom watched over his shoulder as I lined up
my wrapped dick with his virgin hole.

"Please?" He begged.

"What? Be gentle?" I snarled. "Like you were with your son?"

"Please...I want to hurt like he did!" He cried.

"You will, you bastard, you will!" I snapped as I lined up.

With one hard, deep push, I was in. Up that tight virgin hole. My 11 inches
tearing into his virgin flesh. Tom screamed as I took him. Pain, terror and
lust in his cries. Then I was balls deep. His tight hole wrapped tight
around my throbbing dick. The sounds of his screams fading as his hole
accepted my invading penis.

Not caring that he hurt. Nor if he was loving it. I fucked that virgin
ass. Thrusting hard. Not even the site of his virgin blood running down my
condom wrapped dick stopping me. My 11 inch cock took him. Took his
innocence.  His body. His soul. Made him feel what his son had felt.

Pounding his ass hard. Thrusting deep. His low moans now of pleasure. Then
my dick pulsed as I came. My hot cum boiling out of my sweaty balls.
Filling the condom. His own sperm shooting on the bedspread from his hard
dick.

My mind throbbed to the beat of my dick. Pounded. Screaming in release as
my anger drained into his abused body.

Pounding? Screaming? Yelling? Sounds of men and boys in fear? The
thump--thump--thump of a helicopter overhead?

As I pulled out of Tom's abused body, the door burst open as police flooded
the building.  More yelling. Then two cops coming at me. One's nightstick
hitting me over the head, beating me to submission.  My mind fading as they
clubbed me. My brain shutting down, the last thought was of Kris. Worry for
him. Fear. Desperate to be with...Him.