Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 17:58:59 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Danny Boy - Part 6

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story.

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Danny Boy - Part 6

When I arrived home from working my eight-hour shift at the bar, the clock
read 12:40am. I found Blake sprawled out on the sofa cutting Z's with the
TV on, but the station had gone off the air. The screen displayed a black
and white snowstorm and the sound sounded like a static recording of a
hurricane in progress. I quickly turned off the TV and gently nudged Blake
as I leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. He came up swinging; his
left fist caught me in the chest, his right in the chin, knocking me
backward onto the floor. I coiled up in the fetal position from the pain he
had inflicted. When he realized where he was, what he had done, he rolled
off the sofa next to me and comforted me. He wrapped his big hairy arms
around me and rubbed my back, neck and chest.

"Never awaken me like dat again girl. Where I growed up, ya learned to
protect yourself at nite or you become someone's pussy boy. Now get your
purdy lit'le ass up and I'll get that chastity belt off you. I gots a
hard-on already just lookin at you. Damn you one pretty boy bitch. Yea
girl, I gonna keep you all to myself. You're too purdy to be turned into no
full time whore! You just make Thunder dance girl! Now turn over on your
stomach so I kin warm up those ass cheeks of yours for wakin me like dat."
He took the chastity belt off me, then tanned my hide until my ass cheeks
were on fire. When he lifted me to my feet, I was sporting a full- fledged
hard-on. He smiled! "You sure do like a good whippin; just look how xcited
you gets!  Thunder like it too, makes your pussy nice and hot! Just look
what you done to him already."  Thunder was standing tight up against
Blake's belly, the head covering his naval and well over an inch of his abs
by the time he was ushering me down the hallway to the bathroom. After he
gave me the usual enema, ran me through the shower, he toweled me down,
handed me the hairdryer and sat and watched me dry my long hair. When I
started to brush it, he took the brush from me and did the honors,
frequently nestling his nose in the golden locks as he brushed. I could
smell Blake's aroma surrounding me; it made me swoon and lust for him. He
was a sculptured Black Adonis.

As he bushed my hair, I backed against Thunder and let him rub up and down
over the red-hot surface of my buns. He obviously liked the feel, as I
certainly did! Blake was breathless when he carried me off to bed and
rubbed his scent all over me. I just swooned in that pungent scent of
his. He knew how his aroma turned me on, and how I liked his pits and rough
sex. Well he gave me both. He also introduced me to licking and sucking on
his ass. I fought him, not wanting to do it until he had cleaned up. He
would have none of that, smacked me a couple of times and sat on my face
spreading his ass cheeks out over my nose and lips. After I got by the
initial shock, I got so turned on doing that that Thunder was the
beneficiary of one dead pussy when Blake got through letting him tear me up
for hours. I may as well not have taken a shower, as I smelled of Thunder's
juices and sweat off my macho man. His ass smell was all over my face, nose
and lips. Blake had made an agreement with me that he would start taking
his showers in the morning before he went off to work, except when we were
going out somewhere special where he should be squeaky clean. As I
explained to him, macho guys should look and smell macho when dating
guys. With women, it's another story! Women want their man to smell like
essence of some sweet fragrance that reeks of flowers and stops up the
nasal passages causing migrating headaches. As far as I am concerned, a man
should smell 'a natural.' Well, I learned that it would have been much
nicer if he had cleaned up his bottom side a bit before he forced me to eat
his ass out, but what the hell, it was quite tasty. I guess I was just
going to have to get use to it this way if I didn't want him to shower
before we had sex each night.

Since I had the upcoming Saturday and Sunday off this week, Blake wanted me
to spend both evenings at 'The J&B' in Oakland to observe the operation,
see if there were any other changes they should make. Drake made it quite
clear that he wanted me to have a good time, but to stay straight enough to
know what was going on. He told me if I wanted to fuck around in the back
room, just let him know whom I wanted to mess around with, so he could
check them out. He said some of the guys were bad news that came in for fun
and sex and he didn't want me hurt or damaged. He also told me that he
would be working with the new whores, not to be surprised if I saw him
training some of them roughly, even fucking them. He said Joe had been
hounding him all week for more of me, so I had his approval as long as I
didn't get to serious with him since he was so good looking. He reminded me
that I was his boy, and would punish me if I did anything without his
approval. He also wanted me to look at the entries made in the books for
the week.

We arrived at 'The J&B' about 7pm Saturday evening. The place was busy, but
not cooking yet. The first thing Blake had me do was take another look at
the books after we made our appearances and I had a Wine Cooler. After that
I worked behind the bar giving Joe a break and watching the one remaining
bartender. When the place started to get real busy, Joe asked me if I would
work the second station for awhile so he could check things out in the back
room. The black customers took to me like ink takes to a white
blotter. Many of the same guys were back that I had seen last week. As the
evening progressed, they all, of course, wanted to dance, buy me another
drink, share a joint with me, or get me into the back room with them. I
remained very business like, danced with a few, even let them squeeze and
fondle me on the dance floor. Black guys really like to dance, most are
good dancers too. I was enjoying myself, even had another Wine Cooler
before Blake came from the back rooms and joined me for awhile. We danced
for awhile, then he relieved Joe and told me to go have sex with him, show
him a good time in the back room.

"Oh fuck baby, I been thinkin about you all week after last time you were
here. Joe be showing you how much he like you girl!" He led me to one of
the back cubicles and had us both stripped in record time. He was a real
pussy eater, just like Blake. He got me all primed and begging for his dick
before he pulled the butt plug gout of me and slipped his meat to me.  Just
like Blake, he told me not to cum or I would be punished. When I
accidentally did, he took his belt to me, which only made me all excited
again. I smiled and thanked him for turning me on again. "You are one hot
bitch boy! Why don't you quit your other job and work for us full time!" He
kissed me on the lips and smiled. Damn he was a sexy guy. I can see why
Blake told me to not get too hung up on him. He definitely had a way about
him that drew me right in to really liking him. I couldn't help myself when
I asked.

"Would you make love to me again later Joe? You turn me on! My ass is
screaming for some more of your dick" My comments obviously turned him on
instantly again.

"Sure baby, is right now soon enough? He was hard again instantly and
putting it to me. I just moaned he felt so good in me. He smelled so good
too, just as Blake does. Damn I like the smell of men, real men, especially
Black men.

"Oh Joe, fuck me harder, harder! Yes, Yes, Yes! Oh fuck YES! I just melted
over his dick and my muscles went to work bringing him to another huge
climax. I drained him real good! He then popped me on the ass and told me
to dress and come with him back to the main bar so he could relieve
Blake. Guys kept asking him on the way out if I was going to be working in
the back room later. He just told them it was up to Blake, as I was his
bitch boy.

Joe went back to working the second station. Blake danced a couple of
dances with me, then he said he had to go to the back room again and make
sure the ticket system was working alright that they had implemented Friday
night. Before he left, he told me to have a good time, but be sure to check
with him if I took any of the guys for a romp. "Oh yea Danny, if you do,
remember to collect a ticket from them first, nothings free in this place."
I sat at the bar and talked with Joe and some of the guys that were trying
to hit on me for awhile. Then I went to the office and was resting on the
couch when one of the guys that I had danced with a couple of times walked
in, locked the door and tore into me. The more I fought him, the more he
laughed and laid kisses on me. He had my pants down, was butt fucking me in
minutes. He kept one hand over my mouth to keep me from shouting out for
help. I realized I couldn't get the best of him as he had his arm around my
waist with me lay over the desk pounding my ass with what seemed to be a
monster dick. It all happened so fast, I didn't even get a look at what he
had between his legs. If what I felt was accurate, he must have had a dick
on him like King Kong. I just gave in to him and was actually moaning and
enjoying it by the time he dumped his load into me. He pulled out, put his
equipment away and left me lying over the desk.

I cleaned up in the bathroom, pulled myself together and rejoined Joe
behind the bar helping him and the other bartender. I figured it would
accomplish nothing to tell either Joe or Blake what had just happened to
me. However, I started to change my mind when he suddenly sat up at the bar
and asked me if I wanted to dance again. I said, "What's your name big boy,
as if I was coming on to him."

"Rich, but my friends call me Dick. You can call me Dick boy, now that you
had a taste of it."  I called him down to the far end of the bar where I
could talk to him in private without Joe possibly hearing any of our
conversation.

"Now listen Dick Head! You ever pull a stunt like that again and you will
be 86ed out of this bar forever. Next time you want a piece of me, you
check with me and buy a ticket for the back room like everybody else in
here. We are not running a welfare department here for horny guys like
you. Get it?" He smiled at me, gave me that hurt puppy dog look, then said.

"How much I owe you boy and where I buy some more tickets for you?" I took
a good look at him and realized I was quite attracted to the big lug. He
certainly was a big one. I couldn't help myself; I burst out laughing at
what he had just said. "Come on boy, dance some more wit me and I'll give
you all the money I got on me if you go to the back room wit me! You just
about the prettiest thing I ever seen boy and got a real hot boy ass pussy
on you too!"

"I'll dance with you some more Dick, but I'm not allowed to fuck anyone
without my old man's approval first, and that's Blake, one of the owners
working the back room tonight. If he says it is OK, I'll have sex with you
again, but you have to buy tickets for my services. OK?  That one in the
office I'll throw in as a freebee"

"Sure baby, put on your dancin shoes and come here to big Dick!" I told Joe
that I was going to be dancing for awhile with Dick and joined him. We
danced for awhile, other guys tried to keep cutting in. He just kept
telling them to get lost and clung to me. His dick was hard as a rock and
rubbing on my stomach all the time we danced. I actually was looking
forward to having his big dick in me again. He finally ushered me through
door to the brothel.

He walked me right up to Blake and said, "Hey Blake, I want to fuck your
boy here, what say?" Blake looked at me and asked if I wanted to service
him. I nodded yes!

"How long you want with her Dick, she's 80 bucks an hour?"

"Let's start with half an hour then, that's about all I got on me tonight,
unless I can owe you and pay you tomorrow when I come back for some more."

"We don't take credit Dick, but I'll lend you another 40 bucks of my own
till tomorrow and you can have her for the full hour." He collected the
$40, gave him a $80 dollar ticket and we took off for one of the private
cubicles. He stripped me completely, pulled the butt plug out of me and
kissed me, nibbled on my nipples, then he started to slap me around and
pushed me down on to my knees. He tried to push his dick down my throat,
but it was far too big to go down. He stuck it in my throat a couple of
times, then settled for me sucking on the head and jacking him off on the
shaft until he dropped a full load into me. He didn't even go soft, put on
the rubber I handed him as I greased up myself for the plunge. He fucked me
silly three times before the hour had passed. The guy was hot. He made me
climax each time without any help from his hand or mine jacking on me. I
was humming by the time his time was up and Blake opened the curtain and
retrieved me.

"You have a good time girl with dat big dick of Dicks? He been a regular
customer in here every weekend since we opened. He spends a lot of money in
here wit the whores."

I went back to the bar, made myself another Wine Cooler and smoked a joint
with Joe. I was so fucking horny; I asked him if he wanted to fuck me
again. His eyes lit right up with a big smile! He told the other bartender
he was taking a break, ushered me into the back room again. He said a few
words to Blake, then ushered me into a cubicle and put the meat to me
again. The joint we had smoked had kicked in and I was horny as ever. I
begged him to do it again. He was very happy to do it again. Blake popped
in and fed me his dick as Joe continued to pump his dick into my
bottom. They shot their loads into me, pulled their pants up and pecked me
on the cheek with their lips. Joe went back to the front to tend bar, Blake
led me down the corridor to the big room and asked me if I wanted to whore
for awhile and make us some money. I just nodded YES! He popped an Ecstasy
pill into my mouth and told me to stoop down between his legs. He fed his
cock into my mouth and drained himself. I never spilled a drop.

He put the word out at the bar that I was working in the back room and the
guys were lined up with tickets to fuck my honky white ass. I had Blake get
me another Wine Cooler, and smoked another joint and I brought more cash
into Blake's register. The tickets were selling!  These black guys indeed
do like us white boys! I could see Blake was going to have a gold mine here
if he got a few more white boys working this back room. Hell, Dick even
came back in and spent another $40 he must have borrowed from someone else
he knew in the bar to have another go with me. The guys here mostly worked
on the docks; the shipyards and all made good money, just like Blake. They
only had one goal in life - too get as much pussy as they could and they
were willing to put up some serious cash to get some fine white boy pussy
like mine.

After we got home that night I told Blake that he should buy a used pick-up
truck so he didn't have to ride his bike back and forth in the heavy
traffic any more. I told him it was too dangerous and I didn't want to get
a call one day that he was laying dead along the highway somewhere. He said
that's exactly what he was going to do when the bar starts making enough
money to buy one. I told him he needed a couple more white boy whores and
the back room would really pop and bring in some real cash. I pointed out
that the black guys all seem to gravitate to young good looking blond
white-ass boys. "Did you notice that most the tickets that were sold last
night were collected by your new young blond beauty Ricky and myself?
That's supportive of just what these black guys are looking for. You and
Joe need to find some more good looking blue eyed blond white boys and turn
them into whores for you and get rid of the ones you have that are not
collecting many tickets. You need to weed out the non producers."

I asked him what hours the bar was open each day. He indicated 9am until 2
in the morning. I suggested he change the hours from 6pm until midnight
Monday through Thursday, then 9am until 2am Friday, Saturday and Sundays
for awhile. I pointed out that that the register tape time and date stamps
indicated that was when the place was busy and making money. If Joe had
until 6pm Monday through Thursday every week, with his good looks, he
should be able to round up some really hot blond white boys to work in the
back room. I already had a couple of hot bottom guys in mind to turn Joe on
to that liked black meat.

"Yea Danny, I noticed tonight you and Ricky both had twice as many tickets
that you turned in than the others. You got a good idea girl; I'll talk to
Joe about that and the business hours."  We were both tired and ready for
some sleep after that busy Saturday night crowd. The minute his head hit
the pillow he was cutting Z's. I was still a bit wired from the Ecstasy
pill he had give me late in the evening, so I just puttered around the
place for awhile tending to some accumulating dirty clothing and other such
daily tasks. When finally crawled into bed next to him, I just nestled up
next to him, breathed in his masculine aroma for awhile and finally too
dropped on to sleep land.

We slept to well after 8am Sunday morning. I would have slept longer, but
Blake wanted some pussy before he got up and was rubbing his fingers up and
down over my perineum from just below my balls down over my rosebud. Tell
me that wouldn't awaken you too!  There is something about having sex the
first thing in the morning that just gets me going. It was really good this
morning. The guy is a master at his art of topping pussy. No wonder I have
fallen so quickly in love with the big guy.

At breakfast I asked Blake how he and Joe figured they wouldn't be caught
running a brothel in the back room and closed down by the state, as
prostitution was against the law in California. He answered, that was why
they picked a place in the roughest part of Oakland. He said no white man
would enter the area after dark, not even the cops. They had kept the place
'word of mouth only' through their black brothers about location and the
activities offered at the bar. Both he an Joe felt confident that the
brothel in the back room would be kept strictly confidential by the patrons
for fear of loosing the pleasures it offered them. They figured, as long as
they kept the clients happy, they would keep the operation on the QT and
things would go smoothly. They had both used fictitious names and ID's on
the license applications, so if the place was ever raided, they both could
just vanish and open somewhere else again.

I felt more confident now that Blake was letting me into his private life
and affairs. He must have felt comfortable that I could be trusted now,
although he continued to doubt my ability to stay faithful to him while
working at 'The Tool Box.' He wasn't comfortable with me being around all
the hot hunks that we had every night as customers. There wasn't much I
could do about that situation, as I did like working there. I hoped that he
would soon realize that I planned not to whore around after or during work
any more. I had fallen so desperately in love with him that I didn't want
to loose him or have him make me quit and make me one of his full time
whores in the Oakland brothel.

We both were back over at 'The J&B' by 10am Sunday, working out some detail
with Joe that I had discussed with Blake. Joe agreed to most of my
suggestions, including getting rid of the non-producers in the back room,
implementing a couple of changes to have better control over the
operations. They needed better control over the cash flow, the clients, and
especially the whores that had a tendency to spend too much time on the
dance floor not enough with guys in the back room making money for the
establishment. Joe felt that if he fired any of the whores in the back room
they would turn us in and the place raided. However, he thought the
suggested business hours and finding some more pretty, blue eyed, blond,
white boy whores to bring in the cash were good ideas. Joe leaned over,
planted a big wet kiss on my lips right in front of Blake and thanked me
for giving us so much help with the place. Then he turned to Blake and
asked.

"When you going to get Danny to work for us full time, get her to take over
the books and learn us two Niger Dudes how to make some real money with
this here Whore House anyway?"

"I be hopin she want to do it for us on her own real soon Joe. How about it
darlin?" He looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes, held a straight face,
then blew a kiss at me, and broke out laughing to break the silence that
had fallen. "She's a hard sell Joe; maybe in time I suppose if we can get
this place to makin some money for us all! Huh Baby!"

"One day at a time guys!"

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