Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 15:27:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: C. McLamb <shabuchwae@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure At Palisades

Pleasure at Palisades

Part 1

Weddings are nice, but they can be fucking miserable.
You're always happy for your friend finding the love
of their life and inviting you to celebrate that love.
But, when you're the only lower middle-class,
agnostic, black gay guy in an all middle upper-class,
Roman Catholic, white heterosexual wedding, you're
pretty sure you ain't gonna find a soul to fuck.  You
know you're gonna sit in your chair, at that white
table-clothed table, and watch straight groomsmen
picking up desperately confused single female hopefuls
and find the right time to bend their drunk asses
over.

I was more optimistic coming up for the wedding.  My
grand little from my college fraternity was gonna be
there.  We'd been talking online for months about how
he was getting a divorce from his wife.  He wanted to
sleep with guys and she wanted to fuck chicks but
neither one was willing to let their partner stray.
But he didn't want to start letting guys fuck his ass
until he had someone special take his cherry.  He'd
given a few blow jobs but said that he wanted me to
teach him how to suck a man off right and to take his
cherry.

No fucking way I was gonna turn down that offer!  My
grand little is a defined white military man with 9
inches that are thick as a beer can and an ass that
you would expect to find on some ghetto Latin papi.
I'm no ho, but I get what I want when I want it,
whether that makes me the dom top, the bitch bottom,
or the Grand fucking Pubba of versatile fucking.  And
I know my grand little is a horned up motherfucker.
All I have to do is give that man what he wants and
next thing I know I'll have him flipping my ass around
military style and drilling me.

But no sooner do I get to the bridal party dinner in
Connecticut when I'm told my grand little won't be
there any more.  They pushed up his court date for the
divorce.  What's a Negro to do but bust a load in the
shower and deal?

Plenty.

I go back to Nyack, NY, to sleep after the dinner.
It's cheaper to stay with friends than to pay an extra
night in the hotel.  We get up early the day before
the wedding and the chicks want to get their nails
done at the Palisades Mall.  I'm like, "Get your nails
done and come back to pick me up.  Cruising around
malls is for little gay pussy fuckers.  I'll chill
here."  But they get my ass to go with them because
they're not coming back to the house before heading up
to the rehearsal.  Fine.  Whatever.

So, I'm walking around, all these perfect looking,
preppy white families with 2.5 children, some still in
strollers, wearily checking me out.  I'm thinking,
might as well make the most of this bullshit.  So I
try to find something -- FYE, Tower Records, Fubu --
anything besides this Bath & Body Works, Lord & Taylor
shit, to occupy my time.

I'm about to just sit my ass on a mall bench and chill
when this hot little papi comes strolling out of no
where, his phat ass rocking from side to side, waiting
for something to fill it.

This boy is definitely on the hunt for cock.  He's got
on a tight white sleeveless tee and tighter jeans
built to show him off.  And look at this shit...bitch is
strolling my way.

And he's good.  He knows how to make a man get his
point and follow his while still feeling discrete.
This boy is sucking on a McD's shake through one of
those oversized, thick McD's straws, making sure to
get just enough shake on his lips that he has to lick
it off.  Boy knows what he wants, too; the shake's
vanilla.  He strolls up to the trash can next to me,
wraps those lips right the fuck around that straw,
sucks nice and hard, tosses out the cup, and looks
right through me, from my crotch to my eyes, as he
licks the white shake off his lip and keeps walking.
My ass is on his heels in a second and making sure
nothing gets between that ass and my eyes.

But my boy starts speeding up...and I'm thinking, "What
the fuck?"  And, when he's walking about two store
lengths ahead of me, he slows down again.  I get his
point and keep his set distance, willing to do
anything it takes to get all up in that luscious
gadunkadunk.

Now, like I said, I ain't no ho, but I get what I want
when I want it.  And I know there is a lot of shit I
ain't even thought of doing that are out there to try.
But I figured this fucker would at least take me to a
car, his place, private wooded area, something.  Nah.
This fucker takes me to the men's bathroom on the 2nd
floor!  Lucky he's got a fucking huge boner pounding
against the side of my leg or my ass would have been
out of there.

Of course some dude is up in their draining his piss
and another dude in the shitter wiping his ass.  So
this little hottie pulls up right next to the dude
already pissing, whips his dick out, and starts to
piss.  I'm just standing back, a little apprehensive,
still not knowing what's coming next, which is also
cool since it's making me even harder.  The dude
finishes his piss, shakes his cock, and leaves.  No
hand washing; just out.  And that is when this little
chulo looks right at me, motioning that I should stand
in the next urinal.

The dude is still taking his shit; straining and
making those gassy shit sounds we all know we make.
So I'm just standing there, starting to lose my
hard-on.  Y'all know how it is; that moment where
something best start going down or you're out.  Boy
still knew what was up.  He turns to me, pulls down my
fly, pulls out my 9.5 and turns back to the urinal
like it ain't no thang, never loosening his grip on my
snake.  He's got the perfect grip.  Firm enough that
I'm getting real hard again and know, once again, I'm
not going anywhere until this boy has his way...but not
so hard that I can't get my blood flowing through my
chute.

He starts stroking my shit, first around the shaft,
then around the head, and then starts rubbing all over
my balls.  I am reelin'.  His nice 7 inches is rock
hard, but he ain't even lookin' at my shit; just
strokin' and feelin'.  Then he spits on his hand,
without making a sound, and starts grinding in to my
cock head.  This has me going.  Boy has the smoothest
hands I have ever felt on a grown man and it felt just
as good as some holes I've been in.

He knows it and finally starts to look at my cock.  I
ain't no quick-fuck pussy, now.  I can go a long time,
making your ass feel like a cave or your cock feel
drained beyond recognition.  But this boy already had
pre-cum dripping all out of my cock.  So he takes his
thumb, wipes all the pre-cum off of my cock head, and
sticks his thumb I his mouth, sucking and licking
every ounce of my baby-makin' juice right off and down
his throat.  I'm ready to knock this cocksucker to his
knees and just assault that mouth.

Man in the shitter must have had sixth sense, because
that was right when we heard that familiar sound of a
belt buckle against tiling.  I straighten up and try
to look like I'm taking a piss but this latin fucker
was into playing some games.  Boy bends over and takes
my cock all the way in his mouth, past his tonsils and
right down the back of his throat.  I had to
concentrate to keep from making a sound or shooting a
thick load right in his belly.  We can hear the man
buckling his belt, and my papi just starts massaging
my cock with his throat muscles; his head never
moving.  What the fuck?!  Let's get this shit started!

I'm about to grab the back of his neck and start
fucking that throat when the toilet flushes.  He pulls
himself off my cock, licks his own slobber off of his
lips and is acting like nothing happened.  I'm
shakin', trying to keep my knees from crumbling at the
feeling of that tight, wet throat.  The guy comes out,
doesn't even look at us, does a quick wash and is out.
 Now, it's on.

My eyes follow the shit dumpster out the door.  I turn
back to my chulo to see what's next, but he's not
there.  A quick check to the door of the handicap
stall shows me just what I want.  His hands are
holding on to the bar above the door, stretching his
torso out and raising his shirt up just enough to give
me a nice look at his fine skin.

"You game?!", he asks me.  I give him a quick nod and
start to put my cock back in my pants.  He says,
"Leave it," and starts to pull of his shirt as he
disappears to the toilet.  I mean, dammit man, I'm not
stupid.  I know my way around the block.  I can tell
the obvious and figure shit out.  But this boy has got
something over me that just makes me stupid.  I gotta
tap that shit NOW!

No more games.  This boy ain't gonna control me.  He's
gonna be my little bitch-assed bottom and do what I
want.

I walk in the stall.  My boy barely gets out "Shut
the...", before I have the stall door closed and locked
and I'm standing there with my phat cock at full
attention.  My eyes and cock are aimed at him and the
boys face finally changes.  He now knows the game has
changed and he's mine for the taking.  His pinga
bounced as he dropped his pants around his ankles, his
ass on the toilet seat, his mouth drooling, signaling
he's ready for whatever I can bring.


Part II
Papi Chulo's Wornout Culo


The way I see it, this fucker's toying with me all
through the mall.  So bitch is gonna have to earn his
prize.  I stride my shit over to him, making sure my
cock is only a tongue's length away from his thick
lips.  Bitch leans forward to start slurpin' all over
my snickers bar.  So I grab the motherfucker's hair
and pull him back, making sure he looks up in to my
eyes.

 "You're my bitch now.  You do what I say, when I say,
how I say, or you end up praying for your life on this
floor."

I throw his head back and he catches himself on the
walls.  I swear his dick grew longer on the spot.

"Yeah, bro.  I'm yours."

"You're mine, what?"

"Excuse me...?"

I grab his nipple and twist hard enough to make him
wince.  "You're mine, what??!!"

"Sir!  I'm yours, SIR!"

"Damn right, cock-sucking faggot.  Recognize!"

He sits, back straight, on that toilet seat, waitin'
for my first order.

"I want all your clothes off."

"But, man, if someone walks in..."

I slap his face, hard enough to get my point across,
but not so hard I'm gonna have a knocked out papi to
rape.

"Yes....sir..."

Papi gets up and slow takes off his shirt and puts it
on the toilet paper dispenser.  I can see in his eyes
that I'm not gonna have to break him in much more.
He's completely uncomfortable getting naked up in this
mall but he's learning better than to cross my thug
ass again.

He takes his shoes, pants and drawers off.  He stands
in front of me, shaking a little, still rock hard,
waiting for my next order.

"I said all motherfucker.  You wanna die?!  And who
told yo punk ass you was good enough to look at ma
face?!"

Bitch's eyes go straight to the floor.  He picks up
one leg and takes off his sock, then the other.

"Give `em to me."

He does.  I ball the socks up in my hand, grab the
back of his head and pull his face to the socks.

"Breath deep, motherfucker!"

He struggles against my hand.  Problem is, I can fit
nigga's head in the palm of my hand.  I squeeze his
kneck so hard he hollas.

"Aiight!" he says.  And I see his chest puff up as he
takes in a breath.

"Deeper."  He does just what I say.  "Good boy."

I push this motherfucker back on the toilet and throw
his legs up in the air.

"Hold `em there.  I feel those legs come down, I'll
break `em both and leave you here to crawl home."  I
take my tongue and just rip I to that boy's ass.  He's
got a nice pucker.  Light tan, naturally smooth.  You
can see the ring by looking at his hole but it ain't
sticking out and all loose like some worn out bitch.
I have to work at it to get it loose enough to slip my
tongue inside.

When he starts to relax and loosen up, he starts to
twist around and moan.  I grab his balls in my hand.
He takes in a sharp breath of air.

"Don't you make one goddamn sound.  I ain't getting
caught rappin' yo sorry ass.  You keep your ass loose,
the rest o' yo body still and maybe you'll keep these
pretty balls of yours in tact."

I dive right back in to his hole like nothing happens.
 And my boy does it.  It takes him a while to get used
to keeping his body still but his hole relaxed.  But
the further my tongue got up in there, the tastier
this little conquest became.

But I can't let this boy get off easy.  He needs it as
much as I do.  So I wait until I feel his entire body
start to relax.  When it does, I take the end of the
socks, pinch them together, and shove them up in his
hole.  You best bet papi's hole closed u p on that
shit real quick.

I looked him in the eyes just as quick, reminding him
that those legs best not fall.  He struggles to keep
them up and gets a little tear in his eye, but he
obeys.  Just what I wanted; to keep this boy scared
and at my disposal.

Never breaking my glance, I inform my chulo, "Those
socks drop, your ring gets cut.  Plain and simple.
Now get up."

I push him against the stall wall as he gets up.  I
want to see if this niggas gonna try and run.  He's
right by the handle and where his clothes are hanging.
 Bitch doesn't move a muscle I don't tell him to.

I sit on toilet and lay my head back against the wall.
 I sit there for a while, my king size snickers bar
all up in the air, just looking at him.  Damn!  Got
pre-cum dripping all out my shit.  Boy's got his back
to me and his head hung low.  Boys got nice shoulders,
broad but not too much, just like some soccer playin'
faggot.  Naturally smooth all over.  Back muscles just
layin' under that tan skin.  Ass cheeks perfect
bubbles just waitin' to be popped by me.  A
thick-assed, mother fuckin' ass that's
disproportionate to every other part of his body.
Just big, plump, thick, all juicy and beggin' to be
taken.

And Lord knows this boy keeps active.  He's got legs
without one inch of fat.  Pure, thick, hard, tight
muscle.  I'm gonna have to get that boy grippin' on me
fo' long.  And, now I've been without attention fo'
long `nough, "What the fuck you waitin' fo, bithc?!
Just cause you can't look at my eyes don't mean you
ain't all over my dick!"

He turns around and accidentally makes eyes contact.
Bo musta thought I was standing up and then finds my
face where my dick should be.  Boy shakes a bit - just
like I want -- then drops his head down, drops to his
knees and takes my cock in his mouth.

Now, boy has got some talent!  Most times it takes me
a long while to get off, let alone feel anything on my
jones when I got a bitch slobbering on it.  First time
in this niggas mouth is the warmest, wettest thing
I've experienced in a long assed time.  No teeth - all
tongue, lips and spit, bobbing up and down in a rhythm
that I swear matched my heart beat and had me oozing
pre-cum all up on his tongue.

Now, I've had some home boys who take that shit out of
their mouth the second they taste some salt.  Take the
toilet paper or towel or something, wipe the pre-cum
off my tip and then keep going.  This is a test this
boy best not pass.  I hate that shit!  I only deal
with it with ma boys out of respect.  This bitch ain't
getting jack from me but a few hot loads and maybe
some bruises.

But boy keeps right on going.  His cheeks actually
seemed to tighten like he was swallowing and sucking
to get as much cum as he could get for the time being.
 Got his number and got it good.

And, no doubt, bitch had a fine mouth, but he was only
covering half of my stick.  And it may be hot to watch
his slobber drip all down the bottom half, but it's
`bout time he make a home for rest.

"Take it all."

"Never been able to deep throat, man...I
mean...sir...sorry...sir..."

"Well, ain't no time like now to learn!"

He keeps my dick in his mouth but looks up with
big-assed wide eyes.  But ain't nothing he can do.  My
hands are already on his head, my hips already pushing
my cock further in his mouth and I'm pressing on the
back of his throat.  He's gagging in no time.

"Just relax, bitch.  You start gagging and throw up on
me, you now yo ass is dead.  And I'll make you lick
that shit up before I kill ya.  Just relax your throat
and breath deep."

Take him a second but boy complies.  And DAMN!  Never
got in a warmer throat.  This boy must have a furnace
in his fucking flat-assed stomach.  This heat can't be
natural.  But he's got it all in, his nose buried deep
in my thick black pubes.

"Damn right, motherfucka!  That's the way you service
yo' daddy!"

I can feel him about to choke, his throat rebelling
against my cock, tears streaming down his cheeks as
his body fights for oxygen.  So I pull his head up off
my shit.  You would have thought bitch was drowning in
the ocean or something with how big and loud he gasped
for air.

"Take it like a bitch should and keep quiet.  Now get
down on my balls and wash `em off.  I want all that
musk gone and your spit dripping when I pull you off."

He wipes the tears off his face and gets to work.
He's lapping on my balls, holding them in his hands,
rubbing and licking, taking them in my mouth, trying
to get both in.  Boy's acting like he ain't eaten in
days and my sac is salvation.  I'm all in to it, but I
gotta keep him on a leash.  Boy likes something he
best not let it show.

I put my hand on the top of his head, grab his hair
and pull him off.  He grimaces, but I can tell he's
swallowing whatever scream he wants to make.  I push
at his head and he falls back on his bare ass.  I turn
around, bend over and brace myself against the wall.

"You ain't done cleaning me off yet."

Bitch knew what I needed and I could tell before his
tongue even came close to my chocolate drop that he
loved eaten out some ass.  His hands grabbed my two
ample cheeks, spread those bitches so wide I felt my
hole stretch and his tongue made it right on in.  And
he lapped my shit up.  I still don't know how he did
it.  I don't let all that many cocks get up in my
shit.  He just knew his way around.  But bitch didn't
know that was the one way to get me to give up my ass.
 When some of my regular boys are slobbering all over
my shit and know they're about to get fucked but want
my hole instead, they'll slip down and just hold me in
place, getting they tongue all up in my shit until I
am begging to get fucked.  But this mother fucka don't
know that...and it's stayin' that way.

This I gotta have my way.  "Bitch, spit on that hole,
now!"

"Yes, sir!"  And he gets spit from down deep in his
throat and haucks it so strong I feel it go in my
hole.  Boys lovin' this and so am I.

I reach my hand back and press the back of his head
deep into my hole.  Boy didn't even need an
invitation.  He saw my hand comin' and was buried in
my ass so deep I could feel his nose and his eyelashes
rubbing up in ma crack.

Then I grab my own ass cheeks and keep them spread
open.  "I'll keep that shit open for you, boy.  Reach
those hands around and work my nipples while you're
opening that hole up."  Boy has no problem obeying me
now.

And as much as I love my ass getting turned out, add
my nipples to anything and you're getting one fucking
hell of a quick and huge load exploding out of me like
gang bustas.  And I feel my balls get real tight on me
and my cock starts to ache.  So I stand up and whip
myself around so fast, my dripping cock whacks my
papi's face HARD.  He winces and turns his head away,
his eyes closed.

Shoulda kept them open.  I reached over, turned his
head my way, and slammed my dick all the way in his
mouth, right past his tonsils and all the way down his
throat.  Boy was so stunned he didn't have time to gag
or relax and I went right in.

I felt his face pressed against my crotch and that was
the last thing I needed.  I burst like I hadn't
touched myself in a month.  My cum shot right down his
throat and must have hit directly in to his belly.
Bitch was trying to gag and get away but I was holding
his head down and pushing my crotch against him to
make sure it stayed in place.  I am holdin' him down
so hard the muscles in my chest, back, stomach, arms,
everywhere are just bulging out, trying to keep quiet
and keep him in place.

He's draining me fast, with his throat spasmin' from
my assault, and his smart ass grabbing my nipples
hard, hoping it's gonna make things done and over with
sooner.  And it did.  Boy ain't gonna need to eat for
a week with all that junk I just droppd in him.


When I feel that I got every drop in him, I pull out
just as fast as I slammed my shit in him.  He gasps
for breath, trying to keep it quiet but failing.  He
gets up, looking like he's about to say something.
Ain't no time!  I'm still rock hard and my cock is
dripping wet from being deep in his throat.  I whip
that boy around, bend him over and ram every inch of
my 9.5 in him.

He tenses like a mother fucka...but there's no getting
away.  I'm takin' what I came for.  He starts to
wiggle and protest, `til I say, "You dropped the
socks, bitch-ass.  Be glad I'm not cutting your shit
before I rape it."  His resistance is shot and he's
mine for the taking.

I just hold my dick in there until I feel his ass
loosen up.  I have his hips sung in the palms of my
hands.  He's grabbin' on to the rails of the stall to
keep his balance.  His legs are straight up to get his
ass high enough in the air for me to easily access.
He's being a damn good boy.  One of the best I've had
in a long time.

One thing bitch doesn't know is that I have some great
power in my cock.  I can use the base muscles to make
that shit flex.  So I do it a few times deep in his
hole and just feel his whole body shiver.  I know I'm
drippin' some drops of pre-cum deep in him and getting
that shit wetter for me to slide in as long as I need.

So I pull my cock out slowly until nothing but the
head is in.  I ain't got some huge mushroom head, but
he knew it was still there.  Then I hauck up the
biggest wad of phlegm I could and spit that shit right
on my cock.  I watch it drip around the sides of my
shaft and right before it's gonna drip off on to the
tile, I ram my cock back in.  I see my papi's head
shake back and forth.  I know he's cryin'.  But
nothing he's gonna do about it.

I decide I don't want no blood all over my shit so I
take it nice and easy.  Give my papi a break for the
real shit about to go down.  So I never let more than
half my shaft come out of him.  I go real slow to get
him nice and relaxed.  Eventually he's starting to
loosen up and I tell him, "Wrap that ass around my
cock when I pull it out and loosen it up when I dive
in."

Boy starts to do it.  I know it'll take him a few
strokes to get used to my thickness since his shit is
tight.  He tries the first few times, but he can't
quite get it tight.  So I slap him in the back of the
head.  My boy starts moaning and next time his ass
grips my anaconda so tight I have to dive all the way
in and hold it there to keep from spraying his latin
hole full of my baby makers!

I slap my boy in the back of his head.  "I told you to
wrap your shit around my cock, not cut it off!  Check
yo'self!"

And boy gets it.  It's like having some self-sucking
pussy milkin' my cock for my cum.  This shit is good!
I know I ain't lastin' long in this fine, FINE hole.
Boy don't know though.  But he found out.  I was able
to hold off just enough until I could feel him riding
me harder and I knew he wasn't far from cummin'.  He's
got beads of sweat all over his back and dripping from
his hair.  Boy is in love with this cock, I can just
feel it!

Right before I know this boy is about to blow, I dive
my cock in to his hole until I can feel my shit
brushing his colon and I rip out my first blast of hot
jizz.  Boy's shit is gonna slide out like no one's
business for the next day!  Boy looks back with this
look telling me he's in ecstasy but he had no idea I
was gonna shoot inside of him; like he wants it but he
knows he shouldn't.

Fine...he's been a decent boy...I'll comply.  So I rip my
cock out of his ass in one move.  I can hear it
slurping from all the spit and cum and ass wetness
just lubing that shit up.  But I gotta teach this boy
better than to defy his master.

So I take my big man hands, grab the back of his head,
whip him around and shove my cock all the way down his
throat.  I swear this boy is tryin' to spit up but my
cock is too fat to let anything past.  I'm ripping a
few more shots of my cum right down in to his gut.
Boy just has tears running down his face but I ain't
done with him.

He is gasping for air.  Can't have too much noise,
though, could I?  So I put one hand over his mouth and
another on the back of his head.  I lean down, look
him right in the fucking eyes and let him know, "I
ain't done yet."

I take my hand off his mouth and shove my jones right
back down his throat.  He starts to gag and I warn
him, "Don't you dare, you little punk bitch!  Take
that shit like a man!  Now get those hands up on my
nipples and squeeze those fuckers hard so you get
every drop of my baby makers in your gut."

Boy ain't got no choice but to comply or choke to
death.  He does as told and I get one more mighty
blast down his throat.  And that's all I needed from
this cock suckin' faggot.  So I rip my cock out of his
throat, toss him on the ground, put my clothes back on
like no one's business, and leave the stall, leaving
him on his knees on the floor.

Now bitch knows.


Part III
The Ball Drops


I am pimpin' my ass down the halls of Palisaides.  I
got my cock, still wet from that boy's holes, just
slapping on my thighs.  I know I'm just radiatin' like
a bitch that I am the man and no one is taking me
down.  I'm just checking out every guy along the way
knowing I could have him.

I'm feelin' real high until I catch the eyes of this
hulk of a man by the Food Court.  This white man has
got to be at least 6'7" and a thick wall of muscle.
Damn, the fuckin' Incredible Hulk looked small
compared to this man.

I'm still struttin' like the man I know I am.  I look
him right now like, "I could take that ring off your
finger, that baby and stroller away from you, bend you
over right here and rape the shit out of you."  But
it's like he knows what I'm thinkin'.  Man is just
staring back at me, reading my thoughts, and telling
me "You go ahead and try, black boy, and you gonna
learn what it's like to have a massa!"

Fucker wants a challenge...fine...I'll step.

So I circle back around to another section of the food
court and just lean on a pole and stare.  If bitch is
that good, he's gonna know I'm watching him.

And he does.  He turns right around, pushes his baby
girl around in the stroller and starts staring at me,
playing with his wedding ring!  It's on, bitch!  I
ain't usually up for married guys -- it's not in my
morals.  But this bitch is out for blood and I'm
willing to take it from him.

Now I know it ain't time to make my move.  I gotta
wait to see if he got his wife along.  Ain't many men
coming to this big assed mall with a baby and no wife
in tow.

And right as I'm thinking this, up she comes.  Nice,
skinny, short, slim redhead.  Bitch comes up, gets on
her toes, wraps her arms around him and lays a little
kiss on his cheek.  The whole time he's grabbin' her,
he's looking at me with a smirk on his face, right
over her shoulder.  This is one bitch who is gonna
fight to be taken down.

She reaches in to the stroller, puts her purse next to
the baby, and kisses her little girl.  Then she picks
up her purses, kisses him one more time, and says
something.  I can't hear what she says, but he makes
it very clear when he tells her, "I'll see you at home
tonight, babe."

I watch her walk off, her small ass shakin'.  Man is
just staring at me with this grin - like he knows me
and got power over me - on his face.  She turns back
to wave at him and blow the baby a kiss.  This man
don't miss a beat!  He turned in time for her to not
see him lookin' me up, waves back at her, and right
back at me.  This man has done this before.

And I gotta admit...I'm used to having the upper hnad in
all these situations.  And I'm second guessin' if I
should go on with this.  Then I'm thinking, "Ain't no
one gonna punk me out...especially not after I done
showed that little bitch in the bathroom who's his
papi."  So I figure...game's on.

But no need for this big boy to know.  I figure I'll
let him THINK he has the upper hand and think he's
gonna get some black ass, then cock whip him and rape
that fuckin' two-timin' faggot bitch.

As soon as his piece of pussy gets out of view, he
grabs the stroller and heads toward the Food Court
exit.  The ground is fucking shakin' under this man's
footsteps.  I'm getting all kinds of turned on by the
ripples of his muscles through his navy blue short
sleeve shift, tight as fuck on his white body.

Funny thing is, I'm not twitchin' in my crotch.  I'm
twitchin' in my ass!  This is not a new thing for me.
I told y'all at the beginning of this shit I sometimes
had my boys up in me.  But that's only when I know my
boy and have a thing with him and know where he's been
and all.  That's when my ass starts beggin'.  Not when
I see some random assed white man in some mall.  But I
know I can always sget my mojo goin'.  Ain't no thang.
 So I proceed with no fear.

Now, the Food Court of this Mall is on the fourth
floor.  I'm just assuming' this cocksucker is going to
take me to some bathroom and go for it with the
stroller in tow.  But he heads for the elevator,
making me think he must be new to this shit.  I got to
get in the same car with him to follow him.  And the
whole damn thrill is the following at the distance.
There ain't no chase if I'm close enough for you to
talk to!  Looks like I have a lot to teach this boy.

He pushes the button for the elevator.  Than this
motherfucker turns to me and just stares me down.  No
grin, no smirk, no nothin' on his face.  Just stares
me down.

Motherfucker!  He knows what he's doin'.  Or he thinks
he knows!  Challenging me like I can't hang.  Fine.
I'll out your ass.  I hope someone from your little
church group sees you and starts talking.  That'll
teach your fine ass to me so fucking obvious.  Hell,
not that I'm scared, but I don't need everyone knowing
my business.  And this faggots being more obvious that
Liberace at Crate and Barrel!

The elevator comes in and I decide to one up this
bitch.  I walk in the elevator ahead of him, stand
still with my legs spread nice and fucking wide, cross
my arms and stare back at him.

And I gotta give it to him.  He never broke a sweat or
batted an eye.  He just pushed that stroller with his
gurgling baby in to the elevator and stood there.

I'll give the boy his props.  But all it's tellin' me
is this ass ain't gonna be easy to get.  The big guns
are gonna have to come out before I can get my big gun
in.

My soon-to-be boy looks away to see and hit the "P"
button and we start to go down, right as he brings his
gaze back to me.

He just starts looking me up and down, no pretense, no
meekness, no nothing.  And I have to admit.  Having
his eyes all over me did make my ass tingle.  I was
trying to fight it and redirect it...no hope.
Still...ain't no thang.

The elevator slows down and stops on the first floor.
I figure this is where he's getting out.  His little
mini van must be out in the main parking lot.

The doors open but the Hulk here doesn't grab the
stroller.  Instead, I look out the open doors and see
two little kids, had to be about 5 years old at most,
standing beside the doors and pushing the elevator
button.  They're just laughing with no worries in the
world until they get a look at Hulk.  And I can't
blame them!  If I was some kid playing around with
shit I know I should leave alone and I saw him on the
other end of it, I'd probably start cryin' and
shittin' myself.  But this faggot just starts to smile
at them like he's some big old friendly giant or
somethin'.

So the little boys just start laughing and jumpin'
around, one of them givin' on of those high-pitched
shrieks little kids do.  My reflexes try to bring my
ear to my shoulder to stop the noise from enterin' my
head when a woman's voice comes out from nowhere.

"Alexander!  Edwin!"

This medium-height Spanish woman with long black hair,
a skinny body, tight clothes and small tits comes in
to view at the open elevator doors.  The smile on
Hulks face just gets bigger, his chest pokes out and I
swear his dick stirs in his pants.  And he looks over
at me to toss my a fucking straight man locker room
glance, but he's still trying to get with me.  WHAT
THE FUCK!?

"What have I told you two about running away from
me??!!  And you know better than to play with these
buttons.  You're both on punishment when you get
home!"

And both the kids start to cry.  I can't blame them.
I remember being on punishment.  It's a bitch.

As she takes both the boys' hands, she looks up at us
in the elevator.  She does have some fucking stunning
features.  I can see why this confused little faggot
had the reaction he did.

I totally forgot about that animosity, though, for
just a second, when she looked at him and said, "Hope
my boys didn't keep you too long."  He opened his
mouth and said, smooth as butter, "Not at all."

The voice that came out of this bitch matched very
feature on his body.  Rich, full, DEEP, smooth, toned.
 Bitch had my eyes poppin' out of my head for a
second.  That was one of the lustiest voices I've
heard in years.  It's got me so worked up, I feel like
I need to shake my head to get out of the daze.  But I
know to let him see my bugged out face would make me
lose my edge.  So I keep my shit together and catalog
it, makin' sure to remember to get this faggot to
speak when my cock is emptying itself deep in his gut.

The doors close and Hulk waves goodbye.  I don't know
if it's to the kids, the woman, whoever.  But when
those doors close, he drops his hand, turns his head
to me, drops his smile to a fuckin' cocky-assed grin,
and raises his left eyebrow just a bit to me, before
turning his face back towards the door.  Cocky
motherfucker.

The elevator drops down once more, bringing us to the
second basement level.  Since this is such a huge
fucking mall in such an overpopulated area of New
Jersey, they got some fuckin' mondo parking.  The
underground parking lots are usually only used for
nasty ass horny folk or for fucking busy days where
there is no above ground parking for miles.

When the doors open, I see the lot, which happens to
be nearly empty.  All you see are a couple of hooptie
cars that must belong to employees and a seemingly
stacked mini-van.  Jackpot!  Boy probably thinks I'll
go home with him.  But I think I'll get this bitch
butt naked, dip in to that honey pot right here in
this lot, swipe a thing or two (maybe even some cash --
teach this mother fuckin' cheater a good lesson) or
go.  I may be a slut, but I'm single with no tolerance
for cheatin' scum.  Doesn't mean I won't tap they
shit, too, though.

No doubt, boy grabs the stroller, headin' right toward
that van.  I wait a second and follow him at a slight
distance.  He reaches in to his pocket, spreading his
pants tighter across his firm ass, making my cock
spring to attention.  Next thing I hear that all too
familiar car "beep, beep".  Bitch must have been
reaching for his keys and hit the automatic button,
cause up in front of me I see this van's parking
lights flash on and off, and the side fucking car door
opens by itself and slides open.

Bourgeois shit if I ever seen it.

He stops himself and the stroller at the open side
door, puts the kid in a car seat -- so I assume; I'm to
far back to actually see what's in the wheels yet --
folds up the stroller, puts it on the floor behind the
passenger seat, then steps inside the back off the
van.

I'm leaning against one of the pillars that reads
"Section G3" and just watching.  The van is moving
slightly and I hear clicking noises, like metal
releasing from metal.  I have no idea what's going on.
 I figure bitch may be getting scared and looking for
something to fight me off.  I ain't playin' that shit.
 I don't need to conquer him that bad.

But then again he might be lookin' in there for some
lube and condoms.  And that thought gets me goin'
again.  So, while I'm leaning, I put my hand in my
pocket and start to rub my shit nice and slow and
soft, just to get it ready to do it's work when I get
to spring on this little douche bag.

The van stops moving and the noises stop, and Hulk
pops his head out of the car.  He must have been
expecting me to be waiting right outside the van,
because he looked next to his rear wheels and got that
little dog look of "My bone is gone!"

He gets out of the van and starts to look around.
Doesn't take the big assed cocksucker long to find me.
 Black man against a white pillar close to your car...it
ain't rocket science.

When he finds me, he gets a big smile on his face.
I've been strokin' through my jean pockets, but I stop
right away and put my guard up.

This bitch didn't say anything or smile throughout the
mall and now he's all shits and giggles?  Fuck
no...something's up...

I must have got a look on my face like "Now what you
up to bitch?!" because he started walking towards me.
I figure, in case there are cameras somewhere, I would
just play chill.  But I took my hands out of my
pockets and got ready just in case he pulled some
stupid white honkey shit.

"You up for some play time?" the Hulk asks me as he
stands a few feet away from me.  I got to admit it,
that voice just made me drop most of my walls and want
to get all up on that shit.  I gotta keep this bitch
quiet before I'm the one to get my ass tapped.

"What's up with all this smiley shit now?!  Up in the
mall you was acting like some straight tough guy punk.
 I ain't lookin' to play around with no con man," I
said back to him with my thickest thug voice.  I
figure that's what this guy is lookin' for and that's
what he's gettin'.

"I have to apologize for that, man.  I had to be
careful.  I live around here and I'm well known.  I
can't have anyone recognizing me with a strange guy
walking around with me.  No telling if my wife
backtracked to find me or I would run in to someone.
It wasn't safe to be civil with you until I knew we
were out of snooping eyes way.  I'm sorry."

He seemed pretty sincere and heart felt.  I could see
that there was a larger bulge in his pants then there
was before.  I figured this guy was probably legit.  A
fucking scum...but legit.

And right when I'm about to say I was down, he reaches
his right hand out to me and grabs my junk.  The
muscles in his forearm are flexing and the veins are
popping up out of that huge, thick forearm, with just
a slight dusting of hair.

I look up and catch Hulk with a grin on his face.

"C'mon.  Let me make up my behavior to you," he says
with a firm squeeze of my cock.  "Feels like you're up
for it," he adds, with a smirk, as he turns around and
heads back to the van.

Fuck this waitin' shit!  I'm gonna have this man's van
smellin' like cum and ass for weeks!

He stands at the door and waits for me.  I'm expecting
him to get in first, tell me how to close the door,
all that shit.  I guess he had some other plans.

"Go on in, man," he invitingly proposes to me.  "The
baby s asleep and she'll stay that way for a while.  I
got the back seat pulled down.  You just lay back, and
I'll take care of the rest."

Talk about luxurious service!  I put my head inside
the van and, I swear, this shit is more decked out
then my apartment!  Besides some fly asses upholstery,
he's got a tv hanging from the roof, surround sound
speakers installed in the doors, and the two seats
behind the one the kid was in reclined down to make a
flat bed-like surface.

My stopping must have triggered the comment.  So Hulk
said, "Yeah.  It's stacked.  I like riding and fucking
in style.  It even cleans up well afterwards.  The
wife never knows.  Hop on in.  I'll close the door and
we'll get this started."

I keep my head inside the van but turn back to look at
Hulk.

"You clean, man?!" I called back at him.

"Man, no worries.  I'm married and she's always
around.  I never get time to do this, let alone come
across a black man as fine as you.  And I always make
them wrap it up before thy fuck me.  No worries, man.
We're cool...if you're cool.  No pressure."

"Aight.  We cool then."

And I stepped in to the van.

No sooner did my foot leave the step leading in to the
van, I felt the van dip down deep towards the ground.


I have my hand on the back of the baby's row to
stabilize myself, but my foot starts to slip out and I
lose my balance.  All I'm thinking about is lookin'
like some ass that can't keep his shit together and
loosin' ground with Hulk.

But that leaves my head in a hot second when I feel a
knee and thigh hitting the back of my legs hard,
makin' my knee collapse on me.  At the same time, I
feel a huge hand grab the back of my neck and the
lower part of my head.

Fortunately, the hand twists my head to the side.  I
have lost all my balance and have no chance of holding
myself up any more.  My chest slams on to the seat,
audibly knocking the wind out of me.  My face follows,
sliding along the upholstery as it hits.  It's real
good and soft upholstery, but I still feel a slight
burn as my face rubs along it, pushed down further
from the hand holding me down.

My head is spinnin' and I have no idea what is
happening.  I can't catch my breath and I am feeling
this enormous amount of weight on top of me that is
keeping me from taking in anything more than a small
sip of air.

Out of the peripheral of my watering eye, I see that
same thick forearm that was just grabbing my junk a
few moments ago reach up to the ceiling of the van and
hit a button.  As the proportionately thick finger
releases the button, I hear the van door sliding
closed, on it's own.

I start to twist underneath Hulk, struggling to get
out from under him or to at least get a good hit at
him.  But he knew what he was doing.  He trapped me so
one arm was pinned underneath my stomach, the other
held by his hand, and my legs pinned by his own.

"Where do you think you're going?!" he asks, as I'm
sure he's smirking, and as he grinds his now rock hard
cock in to my ass.

As he finishes talking, I hear the door on the van
lock.  I am nervous like a black man cornered by the
Klan.

I take the deepest breath I can manage and start to
scream, "Get the fuck off me, you fuckin' psycho
cracker!"  But I don't get half that out.

The second I start to take that breath, Hulk takes my
one free arm, which he still has a mother fucking
steel grip on, and starts to twist it behind my back.


As I start to speak, Hulk sharply pulls my arm up
while pressing it down in to my back.  The sharpest
pain I have ever felt runs through my entire body,
causing my mouth to open wide and my face to contract
in a grimace.  But no sound escapes as he is pushing
my bent arm in to my back with such force, it presses
all the wind out of me once more.

Tears are running down both sides of my face, as I try
to catch my breath and take in his words.

"Who told you to speak, nigger?!  You will speak when
and if you are told to do so.  And, if you're smart,
you will do what I say, when I say, how I say and not
make one fucking drop of noise unless instructed so.
You have a new massa now and you will do everything
you are told.  Besides...I get so pissed off when anyone
wakes the baby with loud noises.  And you don't want
to see me mad."

NO MOTHER FUCKING WAY!  HOW THE FUCK IS THIS
HAPPENING?!  My mind is racing, I feel like a fucking
pussy crying like this, I am in such pain, my limbs
are starting to go numb, and I don't know if this guy
plans to take me off somewhere and kill me, rape me,
whatever.

"So what's it gonna be, pickaninny?  You gonna be a
good coon slave, or you gonna make me beat you in to
submission?"

This shit cannot be happening.  It just cannot. I know
my people still have to deal with prejudice, but there
is no way I can be goin' down like this.

My head is twisted in a way that I can see under the
seat the baby is in.  It's clear and clean for the
most part, until I look further to the right and see a
pile of rope.

I start strugglin' for my life!  All I can think about
is that stereotype that everyone is always worried
about online and in the bars.  I envision myself tied
up in some back wood's shack, naked, tortured and
abused and raped for hours on end, and killed when my
purpose is over, my poor mom getting' a visit from the
police and being another statistic.

But there is nothing I can do.  I start to struggle,
and he's already on top of it, counteracting my
attempts at freedom and keeping me his hostage.

"You know," the Hulk starts with conviction, as he's
pressing me behind the ears and making my head feel
like an overripe melon about to pop, "you jungle
bunnies never cease to amaze me.  You get all scared,
and frightened, and screaming, and struggling, never
stopping to think that I'm twice your size, weight,
and muscles mass, or that I have been Champion Heavy
Weight Wrestler, and that I'm a cop in real life and
there is nothing you can do to escape me.  It's funny,
because you would cause yourself so much less stress
and pain and aggravation if you would just calm down,
listen to instructions, and do as I say.  I'm going to
have my way with you.  And yeah...you may be in pain
during that, but nowhere near the amount of pain
you'll be in if you keep fighting me.  There's nothing
your fucking nigger ass can do about it.  If you
scream and cops come, I'm one of them.  And whom is
anyone going to believe?  Some thug ass nigger or a
fine, upstanding, upper class guy like myself?"

And I just started to silently cry.  Motherfucker had
a point.  Didn't know if I believed him that I would
be let go.  But I was trapped and had no way out.  He
had me.  I fell for his lure and he had me.  I was
gonna have to deal with it and just keep praying that
I would survive this one.

As I began to realize my fate more and more, my
breathing slowed and my muscles relaxed, letting his
weight concur them.  He must have felt this and known
it was time to start in.

"Alright, boy.  That's what I'm talking about.  You
just keep relaxing.  That's what I want.  And it's the
best thing for you.  If you can't keep relaxed during
what I'm about to do to your jigaboo self, you're
going to be torn up in the end.  Just keep relaxed and
you'll be close to fine.  But, don't forget, just in
case you think you're going to pull some little trick
on me..."

And Lord knows where he got it from and where he was
hiding it, but he pulls out a gun, puts it in front of
my now bulging eyes, then points it right between
them.  Right then and there, I wet myself, just a
little.

"I call her Old Faithful.  It's corny.  But I love
her.  And if you even knew how many fucking drug
addict, raping, thieving niggers, spics, chinks, rag
heads, you name `em, I have shot, right there, right
between the eyes, right where this fucking gun is
taping your smooth dark brown skin.  I'm taking you
all out one by one, and getting my rocks off along the
way."

By this time, he had slid the gun across my face and
was laying it along the side of my face.  As he had
let his weight off me a bit, I had begun to prop
myself up on my forearms and brought my head upright.
With that gun on him, and this Nazi on my back, how
can a brotha keep from cryin'?

I knew my tears were rollin' right on to that gun and
he would see that it was wet when he pulled it away.
I just tried to stay as calm and relaxed as possible,
and, sure enough, he saw the tears.

And I hear the sucking of his teeth.

"Now, you saw my wife.  You know she's fine and
feminine.  And that's fine for me when I'm going to
bed at night and need to pop my load inside a nice
honey pot.  But when I got the likes of you in here,
at my disposal, I know I have lured in, captured and
will feast on a man, not a woman.  Men take the pain
inside.  They do not cry.  They do not show negative
outward emotion.  And this is how you will conduct
yourself while in my command.  Am I understood,
nigger?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Is that the way a slave speaks to his Master?!  If
you think so, you are sadly mistaken.  You will always
address me as Massa.  And you will answer any and all
questions I ask you.  And, whenever possible,
depending on your sight capability, you will look me
deep in the eyes and answer.  Have I made myself
clear?"

"Yes, Master."

No sooner than the word "Master" came out of my mouth,
I felt a sharp knock to the back of my head from the
butt of his gun.  My hand flew up immediately to cover
the spot on my head that had been struck.

"I am educated and I pronounce the word as `Master'.
You are an uneducated, pathetic, weak, and useless -
beside your holes -- nigger, who does and will
pronounce the word `Massa'.  You will follow
everything I say to the exact letter.  Now, once more,
am I understood, nigger??!!"

"Yes, Massa."  And, with those words, I realized I
would never be and could never be more humiliated by
anything else in my entire life.

"That is exactly what I thought.  Now, get your
fucking coal-colored hand off your head.  I will
strike you when, where and how I please and you will
never reach to quell yourself unless you are given
explicit permission.  You at least smart enough to get
that through your nappy head, coon boy?!"

"Yes, Massa."

"Impressive.  Half of your kind can't even say `Yes,
Massa' clear enough to be understood.  I see I have
some fine stock in you, boy.  Now, it's your job to
make sure Massa's gun stays clean.  But you done gone
and got it all wet with your pathetic nigger tears.
So, now you're going to clean that gun up for me, boy.
 Open wide."

My ass clenched tight at the command.  I couldn't
think logically.  I wasn't thinkin' that my pants were
still on.  Then I realized I would have to strip for
this sick fuck.  I had to get to my belt to take off
my pants.  I was scared shitless at the thought of
having to ask something, but I saw no other way around
it.  I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Massa, could you let up off of my back so I can take
off my pants, please?  It would be greatly
appreciated, Massa."

"Damn, you are a stupid pickaninny, aren't you?!  You
clean things off with your tongue and mouth, nigger,
not your filthy ass.  Now open your mouth like you
were taught and clean off my fucking gun!"

My hole relaxed for a bit and I looked at the gun.
Black, thick and lord knows it was loaded.  This
fucker wasn't playin' around one bit.

I convinced myself this wasn't really all that bad.  I
opened up and leaned my head down.  I stuck my tongue
out and licked the gun where my tears had fallen.  I
made sure to lick every spot, giving him the least
amount of excuses to make things worse, even though,
in my soul, I knew there was nothing I could do that
wouldn't give him fuel to rape and abuse me more.
Hell, my spit was just making the gun wetter.  What
could I do...?

I didn't want to stop in case I got pistol whipped
again.  And my head was aching too much to have that
again.  But I figured it would be better to be knocked
unconscious at this point then to know what was
happening.  But I knew, if I got away from this
asshole, I was gonna find a way to get him.  And I
wanted to know everything he did to me.  Didn't matter
if it was a group of my boys or a lawyer or a court
that gave it all back to him ten fold.  If I had any
amount of hope and strength left after this, I would
make the short remainder of this guy's life more
painful than he has ever made anyone else's.

"My, my, my...look at that tongue of yours, boy.  Nice
and big and thick, just like that fucking coon nose
spread all out on your tar face.  I will give you some
advice, nigger.  You keep that tongue nice and wet,
and you won't get whipped too bad by your Massa.  You
hear me, idiot?!"

"Yes, Massa," I parroted, with my tongue leaving the
barrel of the gun no longer than necessary.

"Alright, boy, I'm tired of looking at that faggot
tongue of yours; time for you to show me your other
tricks.  Now, I'm going to get up off of you.  And I
think you know better than to try anything stupid.
Although, one never knows with you stupid ethnic
types.

When I tell you to, and not a second before, you will
turn over and you will open your mouth, looking me
dead in the eyes the entire time.  When I put the
barrel of this gun in your mouth, you're going to
treat it like a nice, big, fat cock and you're going
to show me how you're going to please your Master when
Master is ready.  Have I made myself clear, monkey?"

"Yes, Massa."

"Alright.  Let's get to it then."

He let his weight off of me for the first time in what
felt like 30 minutes to me.  Within seconds my legs
and ass started to tingle, finally getting some blood
flow.

I had controlled my tears a while back, when he had
threatened me about them.  But I was struggling to
keep them away.  In the wake of all this emotional
damage and the impending rape I wish he would just get
over with, it was almost more than a brotha could
take.

"The longer you take, the longer this has to last.
And, incase I didn't mention it, I'm one of the most
impatient and impulsive motherfuckers on the Squad.
Don't waste my time, nigger, or you may be squandering
your life.  And try and have some fucking grace when
you do what I tell you.  I don't want this van to rock
or bounce once as a cause of one of your actions.
Every time it does, you will be punished.  Now roll
your cunt ass over, bitch."

I rolled over as smoothly and quickly as possible,
being so careful to no move the van.  But my legs were
weak and I still couldn't move them too well with them
being asleep.

My right leg came down harder than I expected it to
and the van shook just a little bit.

And Hulk didn't miss a beat.  No sooner did the van
start to shake then his open hand came down hard on
the side of my face, causing my head to twist to the
side and a dull ache to run through my face.  Somehow
I managed to not bring my hand up to my face.

There were no needs for word.  I knew why he hit
me...and he only said his commands once.  And I wanted
to give him no other reason to hit me.  So I lay still
on my back, opened my mouth and awaited his actions,
praying the gun wouldn't go off while in my mouth.

Without words he shoved the gun deep in to my mouth.
It hit the back of my throat immediately and I had to
fight every damn urge to throw up all over the place.
I knew an action like that would have been the end of
my life.

I controlled my gag reflex and tried to relax.  I was
stupid yet again and thought he would fuck my mouth
with the pistol, but this was not the case.

"What kind of stupid fuck are you?!  I told you I
would put the gun in your mouth and wanted you to show
me your skills.  I know you fucking coons don't have
much brains, but it's not a difficult command.  Now
blow this fucking gun or I can and will blow your
small black brains right through the back of your
head."

I immediately wrapped my lips around the barrel of the
gun and tried to pull back from the butt so that I had
room to go up and down the barrel.  I was scared
shitless that I would chock on the gun and was hoping
to get away easy.  No dice.

"When I want someone to just lick the tip of
something, I will go home to my wife or find some
fucking broad in a bar.  Now show me you have some
purpose on this earth other than defiling this good,
white country, or we can make one less monkey boy in
this country."

This mother fucker has done this multiple times before
and knew a lot about psychology because he was getting
through to my brain and making me feel completely
useless and I had no more defenses to guard me against
it.  I had never in my life felt as worthless as I did
at that moment.  And my lessening strength and
self-worth was fueling this fuck.  Nothing has ever
happened in my life since of any great worth.  And I
still cry myself to sleep every night.

But, for that time, I did as told.  I opened my throat
as much as possible, trained my eyes right on him,
waiting until the last possible moment to blink, and
deep throated the fucking gun.  I've never even been
able to deep throat a cock when I'm on my back like
this.  But, then again, my life was never in my hands
like at this moment.

It was fuckin' rippin' my throat apart to have this
metal going down my throat.  But I seemed to be
pleasing him.

"That's it, boy.  I knew I picked one of the brighter
bitches in the litter," he announced, with a big smirk
on his nasty fucking face.

"Enough of that, boy.  Get those big assed nigger lips
off my pistol.  Time to make sure you're sufficiently
cleaned out so I can start doing m business on you.
Off with your shirt."

I finally had all the blood back to my limbs that I
needed.  This time I was very careful not to move more
than needed in any way, shape or form.  I sat myself
up so I was sitting straight up.  This brought me
almost face to face with Hulk.  I had never been so
fuckin' scared in my life.  He just sat there,
watching me, never taking his eyes off of me, in
complete, utter and undeniable control.

Somewhere inside of me, there was a shred of bravado
left, struggling to get out.  This piece of me wanted
to spit in his face, rip the gun out of his hands,
shoot him right through the face, run, and never look
back.  Or even just give him a defiant glare as I
obeyed his orders.  But that part never came out of
me.  I was now his fuckin' punk with no hope left.

I knew my eyes were glazed over in tears but I made
sure that none of them escaped my eyes.  I kept my
lips from trembling and, without touching him, I
crossed my arms in front of me, grabbed the bottom of
my extra-long tee, pulled it up and over my head, and
lead it on the right side of me on the rest of the
reclined seat.

Since it's the style, I always wear baggy clothes,
ones that are at least a size or more too big for me.
People just don't gt that shit these days, but I'm not
worryin' about them.  The way I look at it, I'm pretty
much on the DL, and they don't realize I have other
agendas.

When my clothes are all baggy and shit, no one can
really tell what kind of muscle I have underneath.
All those little bitches walkin' around in tight-assed
shit like to show it off.  I prefer to keep that shit
to myself.  I make them think they dealin' with
someone weaker then them, someone they can control,
then I bust my shit out and get mines.

There is no air in the car and it is near impossible
to get a good deep breath.  I'm sitting there, sweat
startin' to form on my chest, some of it rollin' down
the middle of my abs, definin' what I already got.

Hulk's eyes seem to catch a single drop of sweat and
follow it from my neck all the way down to the top of
my Fubu Jeans.  He has this crazed look in his eyes --
crazier than anything he's showed yet -- and his crotch
is bulging even thicker.

Without looking up from the top of my jeans his
gun-free hand shoots out, hits me in the chest
open-palmed, stingin' my shit like no one's business,
and forcing me back down on my back on the seat,
makin' the top of my head clip the side arm rest
before my body thumps to the chair.

The van shakes.

At this point, there is little I can hide from him.  I
just know I'm about to get my face busted up again.
Wasn't my fault but I'm sure that doesn't matter.  I
feel my face tense, my eyes bug out, and my abs and
chest get super tight.

"Relax," I am commanded.  "I ain't gonna hurt your
nigger ass for that.  I pushed you down.  Don't you
worry your pickaninny head off.  You only get punished
for the shit that you cause by your own inbred
stupidity.

"And you best heed my warnings to stay relaxed.  First
off, you may be ripped, but I want to see those
muscles loose.  Second, I know how to hit a man...or
woman...so that I will tear their shit up but never
leave a bruise or mark.  Make it easy on yourself
unless you want a walk out of this van looking like a
leper.  Hell, if you even want a good chance at
walking out of here."

One that last comment he grabs my thigh and makes like
he's gonna bring his fist right down on it.  I try my
best not to cringe.  I do pretty good.  My ass just
squeezes tight.

As he starts laughing at me, he puts his big assed
hand, palm down, on my chest, right on the line
between my pecs, and starts mumblin' something about
`dumb nigger'.

As I look at his hand on my chest, I realize how far
away he is from me.  Someone would usually have to
straddle a nigga's crotch to lay his hand on him like
that.  But this man is only at my knees and stretches
his long arms to hand his business.

He must have moved his other hand with the gun up to
my neck as I was realizing how much bigger this man
seems when you're on your back with him.  I work every
muscle to kee it relaxed as he takes the barrel of the
gun and puts it to my skin.

It's not cold anymore like it was going in to my
mouth.  It's now warm from the heat of my throat and
he friction of the object rape.

This man is takin' his time.  But he's already broken
me!  Why can't he get on with it?!  Instead, he is
running this gun across my left shoulder, down the
outside of my arm, up the inside of my arm, on my arm
pit, down the side of my torso, on my pecs, tracing
his hand with the opening of the barrel, and then
running the barrel and the gun over my chest.

He must have been waiting for me to become completely
still and relaxed because, the second I did, he whips
his fingers to one of my nipples and squeezes hard as
shit!  I can take pain but damn!  My nipples have
never been abused this much.

As he twists harder and hard, the pain becomes more
and more intolerable.  I can't help my back archin'
off the sheet, pushin' my chest higher in to the air.

A smirk comes across his face as he takes the end of
the barrel, encloses my nipple with it, and pushes me
back down on the seat.

"Don't worry faggot.  This is going to be more painful
then you could ever imagine.  You might as well start
to get used to it."

I try to find another place in my head to go, to
escape.  But this pain and my own fear keep me right
where I am.

Fortunately, the pressure he uses to push me down is
steady.  I bring myself back down on the chair at the
same speed as the gun demands.  It would be easier if
he held the gun some other way.  But bitch is out for
blood.  His finger never leaves the trigger and the
gun's safety is never on.

He keeps twisting my nipple in every direction that he
can think of, pressing my other nipple further down
against my chest with the gun.  I bite the insides of
my cheeks as hard as I can without making them bleed
to keep from visibly wincin' and cryin' out at the
pain.

I guess he lost interest in my right nipple, because
he let it go, removed the gun from my left nipple, and
started in on that one, puttin' the gun in his other
hand to reach my nipple more easily.

Now, he put the same twists and shit on this nipple as
he did on the other one.  But damn!  Is this bitch
certified in torture?!


The achin' I felt pounding through my chest from my
released nipple was worse than what caused it.  My
body wanted to writhe around to escape this pain.  But
there was no escape.  My body didn't even recognize
the present damage my left nipple was goin' through.
All it could concentrate on was relievin' the burnin'
ache from my right nipple.

I began to stare at the gun.  I'm sure I had a look of
serious longin' on that piece.  I knew that it had to
have cooled down some and would have felt like heaven
if he put it on my right nipple.

Without lookin' away from my left nipple, Hulk croaks,
"No chance, nigger boy.  No relief for you or your
kind.  Only the pain and misery your dark, crispy
critter asses deserve."

I had no choice but to put my head to the right side,
tryin' to get my face as far from his eyes as
possible.  He's fuckin' readin' my mind through my
fuckin' eyes and face.  There is nothing that I can
keep to myself.

No sooner than I bite my lower lip to help keep some
sort of composure, I see and feel his huge white hand
firmly grippin' my chin and pullin' my head back up.
So much force.  I'm amazed my teeth didn't go right
through my lip.  Thank God.  Lord knows what would
have happened to me if that had happened.

"Your face stays fucking forward, you little maggot.
And your eyes stay fixed on me.  No more warnings."

I fuckin' near shit myself with the intensity behind
his words.  And as they're coming out of his mouth, my
cock starts to jump up and get rock hard.

I have never been on the receivin' end of this kind of
verbal treatment.  Never thought I would be.  But
turns out it's a fuckin' huge turn on to me.  But
that's the last thing I need Hulk to see.  So, of
course, he does.

He's still going strong on my left nipple, but he
looks down at the tent starting in my crotch.

"Damn, you definitely are a stereotypical darkie,
aren't you?  Didn't know you had that much to destroy
when I grabbed you outside.  But I also didn't know
you'd like this shit.  You like it when I put you
down, boy?  You like Massa treating you like the
fucking piece of dark African nigger shit you really
are?  You love being put in your motherfucking place,
that much I can see.  You like it, boy?  Huh?!  You
like it!?"

All of this he said without any sense of emotion on
his face.  He started slappin' my face on either side
back and forth, seeing how much I liked the pain.

Then he started doing all over my chest and stomach
and pinchin' my skin.  I was tryin' not to flinch but
it was hard.

The more pain he inflicted, the less hard my cock
became and the smaller the tent was in my pants.

"Damn.  And here I thought I caught a bonified man who
could take some pain.  You don't like that pain, do ya
boy?  You're little white woman raping stick isn't so
happy when I make you hurt.  Shame.  Thought you might
at least get off on all this.  Then again, why should
I be so generous?  I like to see you squirm, nigger.
And, boy, I'm gonna get what I like."

And with that, he game me a few soccer punches right
to my ribs and my chest.

I lost my breath, again, after the first few.  Then I
had no choice.  My body took over, my muscles
tightened, and I couldn't get them to release.

The tighter my muscles became, the more enraged Hulk
became.  I could actually see it in his face and body.
 He was getting red in the face and his muscles just
bulged as each hit had more force.

"I told your fucking nigger ass to stay relaxed,
faggot!  Take your punishment like a fucking man!"

I relaxed as much as I could.  It took a second to
catch my breath.  But, fortunately, he just hulked
over me, fumin', waitin' for his command to be
executed.

When I finally relaxed, he eyed my torso up quickly,
grabbed my crotch with a vice grip with one hand,
slammed his fist in to me one last and firm time with
the other, knocking all wind and power, along with a
deep, guttural moan, from me, and rested, his chest
heavin' up and down.

I could see some sweat had formed on his chest, as his
shirt began to get dark water spots.  He looked me
dead in the eyes and made my insides flip out.  There
was no maskin' emotion or anything.  It was the first
time I fully realized there was nothin' in his mind
but me bein' some dog and inferior not worth breathin'
the same air as him.

Maybe he just needed to ultimate look of fear from my
face; I don't know.  But, as soon as that thought
passed through my head, his mammoth hand grabbed the
top of my jeans and my drawers -- at the same time --
pulled them up, held them up with one hand and shoved
the gun right down in to my pants with the other hand.

I could feel the coldness of the metal at the base of
my cock.

"Unbutton your jeans and undo the zipper without
touching my hand.  You touch me, you lose your balls."

I looked down at my pants to see how I could possibly
get around his thick-assed hands and arms.  Right them
I received a fuckin' hard strike to my face with the
butt of the gun.

I shook my head at the force.  I started to see little
dots in front of my face and got real dizzy.  It took
a second for me to get my equilibrium back.

When I was good again and the tears had cleared from
my eyes, I looked back down to figure things out.  I
got hit again, same way as before, just on the other
side of my face.

Motherfucker that shit hurt!  This time, the strike
made me sick to my stomach.  I felt like I was goin'
to loose my shit all over his car.  But that was out
of the question, I kept my head to the side for a
second and tried to breath deep.

I felt some spit up start to come up my throat.  A
little came to the back of my mouth, but I swallowed
that shit down and willed it to stay in my stomach.

I was more sick then I could remember being in a long
time.  But I finally knew he was pissed off about me
not lookin' right at him.

I stared right in his eyes, not tryin' to mask any of
my fear, just tryin' to stay alive.

I shot one up to heaven and went for it.  I went slow.
I figured that I have no hair on my arms or hands.  He
has a little bit.  He's fuckin' with my head but he
still wants what he wants.  So, if I went slow enough,
I could feel the hair on his hands and arms before
touching him.

I decided to try and go up and over.  I was fortunate
enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body.  It
made it a lot easier to avoid him.  I was able to get
the button of my jeans undone.  From there, it wasn't
so hard.  I just grabbed the button, and pulled up.  I
knew I couldn't touch him if I went straight up.  And
I knew the zipper would undo itself, which it did.

"Takes quite a bit to get through your ashy skull, but
you get the job done when you got a cock to get inside
of you, don't you, you like fucking nigger whore.
Probably got that from your slut momma, baby poppin'
bitch that she is, huh, boy?"

I laid there, fumin' and helpless.

"I asked you a question, nigger.  When I do that, you
answer.  Now, did you learn that from you baby poppin'
bitch whore of a bourgeois mama or not?!"

What else could I say and still live to see my mama?
"Yes, Massa."

A single tear ran down the side of my face from my
right eye in to my ear.  I don't know if Hulk decided
to ignore it or was too wrapped up in his conquest to
notice.  But I got away with that one.

My pants were open, and I knew he wasn't gonna go down
on me, so I was just waiting to see what was happenin'
next.  I was lookin' at him dead in the face.  And he
was just lookin' at my body like a rack of meat.

Then he got the strangest look on his face, like he
was conflicted about what he was doin' or something.
For the first time since he had me in this van, he
looked away from me.  He put his hands on his thighs,
like he was supportin' his weight, and started
breathin' real deep and heavy.

I'm wonderin' if he's gonna snap out and start cryin'
or go completely ape shit on me.  I have no idea.
This is scarier than the shit that has already
happened.  He looks disturbed.  And something inside
of me thinks, maybe I can calm him down if I show some
compassion.  Hell, I was grabbin' at straws here.
Anything was worth trying at this point.

I slowly get myself up on my elbows, still tryin' to
keep my distance and not startle him.  At this point,
he's rockin' himself just a little bit -- not enough to
move the van -- and a low growl is comin' out from his
chest.  Hannibal Lector ain't never been this
frightenin' to me.

First thing that comes to my mind is to reach out and
touch him.  I don't give two shits about his mental
state except to not make it go AWOL on me!

So I decide to say somethin' instead of talkin' to
him.

"You alright, ma..."

Hulk's hand came flyin' out of nowhere.  He moved so
quickly I didn't have time to react.  He hit me right
on my jawbone.  I heard the crack of my jawbone on his
knuckles.

My head reeled and the force of the blow actually
lifted my body up off the seat.  My head hit the seat
his daughter was still sleepin' in, and before I had
time to bounce back on to the folded down seat, I felt
Hulks hands on my body.

One hand cupped around my left hip and the other dug
in to and grabbed my chest.  He flipped me over and
brought me up in the air.  I remember lookin' down and
saw the seat and the armrest comin' towards me as I
landed on the seat.

All the bumpin' around must have knocked me out for a
hot second because, when I came to, my hands were
behind my back, Hulk was straddlin' my still clothed
ass, and I felt my arms held together with material.

I looked under his daughter's seat and saw the rope
was gone.

Hulk was mumblin' more shit about niggers and faggots.
 He must have noticed my muscles movin' and my head
shakin' to bring me back to consciousness faster.

"Stay still, faggot.  Time for you to learn a little
something.

"I mean, who the fuck do you think you are?  You think
you're white?  You think you're bigger or better than
me?"

He slapped the back of my head with his heavy hand.

"You're not.  You never will be.  You're a useless
nigger bitch that isn't good for anything except
making the world a filthier place than it already is.

"If you have an semblance of intelligence, you will
never, ever, try to help me again or mind what's going
on with me.  You will understand that your life is in
my hands and it isn't worth as much as the change in
my pockets."

I suddenly felt his entire weight on me, crushin' my
hands and crackin' my knuckles.  Both of his hands
came under my neck and grabbed it and started to
strangle me.  It's still amazing to me how quickly I
began to black out.

He spoke in a voice so low I could feel it rumble in
his chest and resonate on my back.

"Am I understood, nigger??!!"

I have never spoken so weakly or quickly in my life.

"Yes, Massa."

He lifted his weight off of me, makin' my breathin'
easier.

Then I felt him shift his weight and sit on my ass.
It was kind of painful having my cock dug in to the
seat so firmly, especially when I could feel his
crotch resting on the back of my hands, still tied
behind my back.

Once he was sat, he grabbed my tied hands and twisted
them in one move.  The burn of the rope on them was
rough.  I bit my lip to help with the pain, but my lip
must have busted when I got knocked out, because more
pain shot through me and I could taste my own blood.

My hands now faced his cock.  But the strain of this
position was much worse than the other way.

To make it worse, I could feel his fuckin' tree trunk
through his pants.  It was goin' to rip me apart when
he finally got to it.  My ass tightened at the
thought.

"I can feel that ass tightening, nigger.  You don't do
anything with it unless I tell you to.  That is mine.
You are mine.  Am I understood?!"

"Yes, Massa."

"That was the correct answer.  Now get those dirty
hands moving.  I know you can feel my cock.  Now it's
time to get Massa nice and hard and ready to rape
you."

I did my best in this position.  As I rubbed him
through his pants, I could feel Hulk movin' his hips
back and forth to give him more pleasure.

The more he rubbed against my hands, the harder I
became.  For a few minutes, I actually lost myself in
it!  I escaped the torture and forced bondage and was
all about his cock.  I was able to get myself in to
bottom mode and was actually lustin' for this fuckin'
Klan leader, Purple Dragon, sadistic fuck's tool!

And that made the position I was in all the worse!  My
cock was hard as a rock and Hulk's grindin' on my ass
was grindin' my stiffy hard in to the upholstery.  I
didn't want it to stop.  I just wanted to be more
comfortable while I serviced him.

I knew that was out of the question.

And that was the moment I heard him pull down his
zipper.  I froze in my mind, but made a big effort to
keep my body loose.

I could feel a little movement and then I felt a
thick, firm object plop down in my hands.  Nothin'
else it could be but the Hulk's manhood.

"You feel that, nigger?  Your kinds aren't the only
ones that have something to be proud of.  That's what
you're going to have inside of you, breeding you, same
as your bitch grandmother and African nigger great
grandmother had in them, breeding them, weeding that
blackness out of their children until they became as
white and pure as me.

"Now wrap those faggot hands around my cock and get it
nice and hard.  You better get your ass ready to get
raped, boy.  It'll only make it easier for you."

I did as he said, tryin' to ignore his comments,
takin' nothin' personal, keepin' in mind that any man
he had lured here would have gotten the same thing,
everyone from the past did, all the ones in the future
would.  We weren't people, we weren't even faces.  We
were numbers and objects.  That way it can't be
personal.

I wrapped my hand around his cock as best as I could,
but this dude had to be as thick as a beer can, if not
thicker!  I put as much tension and pressure on his
cock as I could.  I figured the better I could do, the
more quickly he would cum and the faster this shit
would be over.

I tried my best, but we all know, that is hardly ever
good enough.

"Damn.  Stupid, ugly and untalented; your mama must be
proud.

"Now, you know you've done this before.  You do it to
yourself all the time.  It's not rocket science.

"But now you get to be like some ordinary pussy since
you can't seem to do what I need you to do.  So you're
going to lie there, and wrap your hand around my cock.
 I will instruct you on how tight or loose to hold it.
 Otherwise, just lay there like the useless black hole
you are, and I'll do the rest...for now."

I did as he said, and he was soon fuckin' my cupped
hand.  From time to time I would hear him hauck up
some spit.  He would spit it on the top of my hand and
command, "Loosen your fingers, nigger."  I would open
them and feel the spit drip down between my fingers.
When there was enough spit on his cock to satisfy him,
he would command, "That's enough, nigger.  Tighten up
that cunt."  And I'd obey.

This went on for a while.  His cock got hard, but I
never felt any precum leakin' or anything.  Hulk was
hung like a fuckin' bull.  I guess he's so used to
this shit he can hold out.  I'm just prayin', if he
doesn't cum quickly, that I pass out again while he's
doin' his business.

Finally he stops rapin' my hand and gets off me.  He s
now standing, as best he can, between his daughter's
seat and the rape seat, movin' towards me.

"Turn yourself on to your left side, nice and slow."

I did as he commanded, not movin' the van once.

When I turned around, he was starin' right at my face.
 I could see that he was still wearing all of his
clothes and only had his cock hanging out of the slot
in the front of his boxers.  He had that smirk on his
face when I looked up, but that quickly left.  He
gabbed my by the throat and dragged me up to him.  I
could barely get myself on to my butt so I could
breath.

"What the fuck is this shit?!  Did you bte through
your fucking lip, thinking I wouldn't make you suck my
fucking cock?  What else good are you for fuckin'
nigger piece of shit?

"Now I was going to make this easier on you.  I was
going to get my cock nice and dripping wet with your
spit before I plowed your ass.  But you had to go a
bust your fucking nigger lip and make it bigger than
it already is.  So, now, you suffer."

He squeezes my throat for a little while, makin' me
start to black out again, and right as I start to feel
my eyes roll up in my head, he throws me back.  He's
knocked all fight out of me, and it takes me a while
again to get back to relative consciousness and be
coherent.

He grabs the sides of my jeans and pulls them off me.
My boxers come right along with them.  The shock of
the air on my skin helps bring me around faster.  But
I'm still weak and not sure what's goin' on and
definitely don't have my balance back.

He throws my jeans and boxers away near the slidin'
door and grabs my legs at the knee.  That must have
given him the leverage he needs to toss me around,
because, the next thing I know, Hulk is throwing my
legs to the side.  This makes me roll over on to my
stomach.

Before my crotch can even make full contact with the
seat, his hands are cupping around my hips and I'm
pulled up on my face and knees.

I try to immediately adjust myself so that my weight
is on my chest instead of my face.  But one of Hulk's
hands comes flyin' down on the back of my bed, while
the other brings the gun around and rests it on my
temple, accompanied by the command, "Stay right where
the fuck you are or you die, nigger."

I freeze and keep myself where I am, trying to shift
the weight that's on my left cheek to my knees.

My ass is wide open and I can feel my pucker tensin'
and relaxin'.  No matter what the temperature, feelin'
air on my hole always gets it goin'.

"Fucking nigger faggot.  Got that whole just waitin'
for it.  You're supposed to be humiliated.  But you
must know you're the fucking scum of the earth and not
worth anything.  So you get ready to take it just like
you fucking deserve to get it.  Fucking nigger busting
open your big dark coon lips.  I'm gonna show you what
the fuck it's like to get fucked by a real white man.
You aren't even worthy enough to get my cum , but
you're going to get it.  But, until then, you're going
to get dry raped.  That'll teach you to bite through
your fucking gumby lip."

I brace myself, trying to think and keep as loose as
possible.  It's been over a year since anyone fucked
me, and I'm not sure what's going to happen.  I figure
I'll have to get this ass to a hospital post haste,
but, right now, I'm just tryin' to get through.

I feel him tryin' to force that beer can into my hole
with no success whatsoever.  I feel the pressure of
his head against my hole, but even that is too thick
to just go in.

"Open that fucking ass, nigger!  I'm getting in one
way or the other.  Make it easy on yourself.  You
don't want me to get more pissed off at your coon self
than I already am."

I have to find someway to calm him down.

"Yes, Massa.  I was tryin' hard.  I guess I just have
to try harder."

I felt Hulk stop pushing.  I think I actually threw
him off for a second.  Nothin' more I could ask for at
this point.

"That's right, boy.  That's what I expect to hear.
Now open wide."

I dropped my stomach so it was closer toward the seat,
archin' my lower back and poppin' my ass out.  I knew
Hulk liked this because his cock was still at my hole
and I felt it jump.

My show of allegiance must have calmed him down,
because he became more gentle and less abusive at that
point.  I was happy for that on multiple levels.  The
one I'm most ashamed of is the enjoyment level.  He
may be an absolute fuck of a person, but he was
fuckin' hot with a fuckin' stacked bod and cock, and
that voice, even when it's debasing me, is still the
sexiest a brotha has ever heard.  And it would just be
easier for me to take all that meat if I could stay
calm and actually get off on it myself.

But, like I told y'all, fuckin' beer can cock.  It
wasn't goin' in dry without tearin' the opening of my
hole to shreds.  And I know he didn't want no blood on
his new upholstery.

Next thing I know, his cock head went away from my
hole and it was replaced with his finger.  It was a
little tight when he put it in, because some guy's
cocks aren't as fucking huge as this mans fingers.  It
was rough going in and out, and my hole was relaxing,
just very very very slowly.  I'm sure not fast enough
for his liking.

And I was right.  He was bein' impatient.  And I think
I got him hot and ready from bein' willin' to give it
up.

He haucked again and let loose a ball of spit that hit
the top of my ass crack and slide down.  As it hit my
hole, it puckered and loosened as the spit coated
Hulk's finger and helped it slide in and out of my
ass.

I expected him to punch my head and abuse me in some
way, since he told me to keep loose and I disobeyed.
But I knew I got through when I heard him sayin',
under his breath, "Yeah, boy.  Get that ass open for
me."

I did my best.  Every now and again I had to get the
thoughts of the horrible words he'd said out of my
head.  They kept comin' back, warnin' me to not get
too comfortable with this guy because he could turn on
a dim, but I couldn't take the fear anymore.  I had to
find somethin' good.  Though, it was hard with my face
wearin' deeper and deeper in to the upholstery.

I could feel him puttin' more and more fingers in my
ass.  He got himself up to three, which felt bigger
than any black cock I have ever had inside of me.  I
was breathin' very heavy, concentratin' to keep my ass
open and receivin'.  I was hard as a rock and drippin'
precum from my own stiff cock.  I was fightin' all the
thoughts and recent memories and just goin' for as
much ecstasy as possible.  I knew no better way to get
my hole open wide enough to not hemorrhage from his
eventual poundin'.

I guess three fingers and the shit load of spit that
he kept assaultin' my ass with was good enough for
him, because the second his fingers left my ass his
cock was knockin' at my back door, beggin' to come in.


>From the spit, fingerin' and, I'm assumin' precum that
was drippin' from his tree trunk, the head popped
right in.  It was an awesome feelin'.  It had me
stretched open, but comfortably.  It was warmer than
the inside of my ass and the heat helped relax my
entire body as I waited for the rest to get in.

But he was going slow, noticin' my breathin' and
relaxation.  He would try to go in further when I
would breath out.  I think he was actually startin' to
look at me as somethin' human instead of somethin' to
degrade and use.

Hulk only got himself in to me a certain depth with
relaxation and spit `cause he was just too fuckin'
huge!  My ass already felt like it was splittin' at
the seams and I knew he wasn't even half in yet.  And
I could tell that he was only half way inside of me at
that point.

"You openin' that ass, nigger?!"

"Yes, Massa," I answer through a strained face.

"Your coon ass best not be lyin' to me, pickaninny!"

"No, sir!  Nevva, sir!  I's openin' as wide as I can.
You's just too much man for me!"

Who ever said watchin' old school slave flicks
wouldn't pay off was a damn fool!

Next thing I know, I'm hearin' that low growl I heard
from Hulk before.  I hear some metal and try not to
tense up.  I'm here on my face and knees thinkin' I'm
about to get a metal chain shoved up in my stuff or
worse.

Instead, Hulk's shirt drops right next to my face.
His pants, shoes, and drawers follow right behind, his
drawers last of all, falling right over my face.

Things were lookin' up for a brotha!  Man has been
workin' it for a while and his crotch smell was all
sorts of ripe!

And I was not complainin'!  Even though this was not
by my choice, this man's looks were just what I like
when I'm bein' a bitch bottom.  I need a MAN!  Someone
who is at least as hung as I am, butch, forceful,
musky.  Someone to put me in my place and use me like
a bitch.  This motherfucker was rapin' me, but him
getting as naked as I was brought things on a more
equal level and helped me calm down and escape to a
better place.

"I know your fucking nigger face is smiling under my
drawers.  Don't think my being naked brings me to your
level.  You're still my mother fucking slave and are
being used for my pleasure and your downfall.
Whatever happens from here on out is not to make
things easier for you but for me.  Am I fucking
understood?!"

"YES, MASSA!"  I shouted, as loud and firm as I could
dare speak, with my mouth muffled by the boxers I was
smellin'.

I was sittin' there and half my face was already numb
from the pressure of my own weight on it.  But I could
still smell and I took deep breaths, his musk heavy
and strong, like poppers.  Hell, if poppers got me
this hard, I'd drink the fuckers.

I'm lost in his smell, almost forgettin' what else is
going on, when I feel a rush of air go right up my
hole.  There is nothing I can do to keep from
tightenin' up after that.  I mean, I had his huge,
thick, WARM cock up my ass, and now nothin' but
comparably cold air.  And his cock was so thick and
had me so stretched out, even with my ass clenchin',
the walls didn't come back together completely.  There
was no way for me to keep all that air out.

But I didn't think about that for long, because I
could feel the unmistakable feelin' of a tongue on my
ass within seconds.  Hulk was fuckin' rimmin' me??!!
What the fuck?!  And he was diggin' for dirt!  Not
only was he eatin' my ass out, he was diggin' his
tongue DEEP inside my hole.  I have never felt a
tongue so far up on my ass and actually on the walls
of my hole.  It was fuckin' brilliant, even
considerin' the circumstances.

I could hear him rippin' away at his own cock with his
man hands while he was slurpin' on my hole.  I could
feel his spit dripping down from my ass, coverin' my
balls, hangin' on them for a second, and then
droppin'.  I would have given anything to be able to
reach my nipples for that.  But I probably would have
blown my load.  And I knew my ass would be pulverized
with his fists if I did that without bein' commanded
to.

This mother fucker was so crazy, though!  He's
supposed to be some mother fuckin' Klan founder and
shit and he's munchin' out my whole, makin' me so wet,
and I hear him sayin', under his breath, "Yeah, man!
Open that ass up.  Let me in to taste those chocolate
walls.  Yeah, baby.  Give it to Daddy."

No way he thought I could hear him!  Never!  But that
shit was getting' me off.  I already had myself in the
right mindset to get fucked and rocked and shit.  I
just wish I could get rid of that fuckin' fear that
would not leave my head that this was going to be the
end of my life.  This fucker was the most racist,
homophobic shit I ever met.  I didn't care if he was a
queer down deep and loved black ass.  It didn't
matter.  He was crazy beyond belief and all I could
think of was if someone I knew had been a victim of
his before and if they were buried somewhere, never to
get fucked or heard from again.

I froze at that very moment, and all joy left me.  I
didn't know if I had the strength to bring it back.
Suddenly I wanted nothin' more than the ropes off my
hands, the fuckin' stank ass drawers off my face and
to be free and away and fuckin' pump 7 rounds in this
mother fucker, let my boys rape the shit out of him,
then tie him up to die somewhere.  This was not
happenin'.  But it was.  Thank God he was too big to
get in.  Maybe I could get away with damage that
wouldn't require surgery.

He had gotten up from rimmin' my ass and I could hear
him goin' through the clothes that were next to my
face.  The rummagin' stopped and his boxers were
suddenly pulled off my face real quick.

"What the fuck is this shit?!  I don't know how you
did it, but don't you touch one more fucking piece of
my clothing.  I got this from my wife for Father's Day
and now I'm going to have to burn them since you have
your nigger coon breath and germs on them.  I will
kill you if you defile one more thing that is precious
and worthwhile to me.  If you even think of moving a
muscle without my explicit permission, your life will
end today.  And I will ensure your body is never found
and your soul burns in the depths of hell for
eternity."

I froze and could not get my cahones back.  Even as I
felt the thick wetness of lube drippin' down my ass
crack and bein' pushed real hard up inside of my hole,
I could not relax.  When he took his cock and shoved
it all the way up my hole, as I felt the rips of my
ass and the slickness of his lubed cock and heard the
slams of his crotch hittin' my ass hard enough to
bruise me, I was numb.  There was nothin' else I could
feel, which I now realize was a true blessin'.

From that point on in to the rest of the rape, it felt
like I was watchin' from above but not in my body.  I
could feel and, in my mind's eye, see him poundin' my
ass, grabbin' my hips hard enough to break blood
vessels, pullin' his thick assed shit all the way out
ma ass just to flop it back in, even after his cock
started comin' out of me shit-caked and bloody, donkey
punchin' the back of my head hard enough to make me
slip in and out of consciousness, takin' sucker
punches to my ribs and neck, spittin' on me, you name
any foul thang it was done to me by him.

The only I couldn't know at that point was what he was
sayin'.  I could feel vibrations from his voice as he
spat words out at me.  I could feel the vibrations on
my back as he laid his heavy self on me, probably
cussin' and insultin' and degradin', pinchin' my
nipples hard enough to make the skin break.  But it's
like I could see it and feel it but hear nothin'.
Like a rape on silent film.

I prayed that it was over when I felt the warm rush of
a flood of his cum fill my ass beyond capacity.  The
feelin' brought me back to near full consciousness.  I
could feel again and hear again.  The pain all rushed
on me at once and I let out a deep, sorry, sad, and
tearful moan.  To this day I think Hulk's own grunts
kept him from hearin' me and goin' ape shit on me.

After forcin' himself deep inside of me and emptyin'
himself, he pulled out quickly and pulled me up by my
roped hands.  My head hit the roof of the car and his
cum fell quickly out of my ass and started rollin'
down the back of my legs.

With one pull of the rope, Hulk untied my hands.  They
fell to my sides and, within seconds, started burnin'
from the blood that was pumpin' through them after
bein' away for so long.  I wanted to shake my arms, to
grab them, to get feelin' back in them.  But I had no
strength or will, and wanted to make no sudden moves.
I was praying I was near the end of all this and
didn't want to prolong my misery.

I was weak with no energy in any part of my body.  I
remember rockin' real small from side to side, tryin'
to keep myself from fallin' back down on the seat.

All fight was gone from me.  When I felt his hand wrap
around my neck and squeeze, I didn't even blink.  When
I felt hot breath from his mouth pourin' in to my ear,
I just smiled at the warmth.  As his drippin' wet --
now soft - cock smacked into my ass and his thick
chest pressed on my back, I just sighed.  Nothin' else
was left to do.

That was the position I was in the last time I heard
his voice.

"I am done with your mother fucking nigger self.  You
are lower than dirt.  You are the diseased scum of the
earth.  You should always be mindful of the fact that
all my kind will wipe your dirt race from the face of
the Earth.  It is merely a matter of time.  You always
keep that in mind.  When you see a white person, you
bow.  You scrape.  You make yourself available and
kowtow.  Then maybe, one day, just maybe, when we wipe
your kind from the earth, you may be spared and still
live in absolute servitude to your forever Masters.

"And don't think you can go to the cops about this.  I
am the fucking cops.  Police Sergeant to be exact.
And if you even think of reporting anything and the
smallest stain mars my reputation I will annihilate
you.  I will find you.  I will capture you.  I will
hide you away, capture every member of your family,
one by one, over a very long period of time, make you
watch their anguish at thinking you're dead, and then
make you watch as I do to them what I just did to you.
 And worse.  So, if you think you're going to get
brave and report the evil racist raping bastard who
did this to you, just think of your grandmother, your
nephew, your niece, everyone you love.  Because it
doesn't matter to me how tar black or coal ashy, how
young, how old, how crippled that person is.  I will
kill your heart and leave you to live with what you've
caused for the rest of your natural life."

Next thing I know, I wake up, butt assed naked, with
the worse headache I ever had in my entire life.  My
balls ached, my ass ached so bad it was nearly numb.
I had fluid drippin' from my ass, red, yellow and
white, bruises was startin' to show on my body...I was
just a hot mess.

"Sir...sir?...You awake?  Sir..."

I heard the sound of a radio or somethin'.

"Yeah, Dale?  I'm gonna need an ambulance down here in
the lower lot.  I got an African American male down.
Looks like it might be an assault of some kind.  He's
definitely in need of some medical attention.  Put a
rush on this, huh?  This kid looks real messed up."

I reach out to grab the guys pant leg.

"Jesus H. Christ!  Kid?  Damn you scared the shit out
of me.  What happened to you?"

KRRCCCSSSSTT!

"Yeah.  You got that ambulance yet, Dale?  What?!
Caught in traffic??!!  Tell them to put their fucking
sirens on.  They're a fucking ambulance.  They're
supposed to be able to get through traffic!  This
kid's messed up, Dale, I'm telling you."

"Nah, man.  I'm cool.  Just help me get up and get my
clothes on."

"You must be insane, kid!  Looks like you got
pistol-whipped and knocked out after someone beat the
shit out of you.  You need medical attention.  You
could have some broken bones or infections or
something."

"I'm cool, man.  Someone just ganked my wallet.  Just
help me up and help me get myself decent and I'll be
out of ya way.  No need to report this shit.  And
please cancel that ambulance.  I don't want no scene."

"Kid, I can't be liable for you.  And, besides, you're
making a mistake.  You look like shit."

"Fine, man.  Whateva.  I'll get up myself.  I am not
stickin' around to make some scene out of this shit."

"Alright, kid.  Alright.  Give me a second and I'll
help you get together.  *KRRCCCSSSSTT*  Dale?  Cancel
the ambulance and don't write this one up...You heard
me...I know...I know!...the kid came around...he doesn't want
an ambulance and we cant' force him...Well, if he
refuses to pay the ambulance bill, are you gonna pay
for it?...Uh huh...that's what I thought...what?...I'll be
fine, Dale...I'll be back in about ten."

The guard took out a pair of latex gloves and put them
on.

"Sorry, kid.  Nothing personal.  You just never know
these days, you know?"

Yeah...I know.

The guard helped me sit up first.  Every muscle in my
body ached and/or spasmed from the move.  I was
winchin' and could feel the dried blood on the back of
my head and neck.

"Damn, kid.  They did a job on you, didn't they?  Just
sit there and relax.  Try to get some deep breaths in,
no matter how much it hurts.  I'll get you dressed and
help you outside."

He touched my arm to steady me as he tried to get my
shirt over my head.  My entire body jumped and coiled
away from him.  I shifted myself back a few inches on
the cement and brushed his hand hard off me.  He
looked at me like he was scared I was gonna jump him
or somethin'.

"Sorry, man.  I can't dig on no man touchin' me right
now.  I'll be aight.  Just turn your back while I get
myself dressed."

"Alright, kid.  Whatever makes you happy."

He turned his back to me, but I could see him checkin'
me out in the mirror that was in the corner on the
wall.  It was all good.  I didn't care.  I didn't have
any more pride or cares about much of anything.  I
just wanted to get dressed and get out of there.

It took me a long time but I got my shit on by myself.
 It even hurt to have the weight of my clothin' on my
body.  But I couldn't punk out.  What was a little
clothin' on me when I had just gone through all that
shit??!!

I tried to get to my feet but I couldn't.  I didn't
have any strength left in my legs to pull myself off
the ground and putting weight on my arms just made my
ankles fall out from under me.  I knew I wasn't goin'
nowhere without this security guard's help.

"You can stop peepin' me in that mirror and help me
get up off the ground," I said towards the guard,
tryin' to be as jokin' as possible.  I figured if he
thought I was in good spirits he would leave me alone
easier.  But I must have sounded like as much shit as
I looked like, `cause he turned around and was all
kinds of wigged.

"Now, kid, it ain't like that.  I ain't no pervert or
nothin'.  I was just making sure you wasn't in no
trouble and didn't pass out again or nothin', that's
all!"

"I know, man.  I was just playin' wid you.  But I
could seriously use a hand up.  And, please, be
careful.  Just grab me under the arms all gentle like
and pull me up.  I can't do it by myself."

The guard came right over to me and did as I asked.
He was tryin' to be real nice.  So I tried to hide how
much it hurt and how much it freaked me the shit out
to be touched by another human, let alone a man.  I
knew I wasn't goin' to get my freak on any time soon
after this shit.

It took him some doin', since it was almost like
liftin' dead weight, but the man got me on my feet and
held me there until I could hold myself up again.

"Look, kid, I feel bad about all this.  I was slackin'
today on my shift and I should have been down here
twice already before.  I feel like this is my fault.
You sure there ain't nothin' I can do for ya?!  Money?
 A ride home?  Anything, kid!  Just ask it!"

I had to stop and think about it for a second.  I
didn't need his money; I'm not goin' out like that.  I
support myself and get my cash flow my own way.  But
the more I looked down the long parkin' garage and
thought about walkin' all the way to that bus, my body
ached more.  I am a tough assed nigga, but I knew when
I was beat.  And all a man wanted to do in that moment
was sit up in his crib and cry.

"Yeah, man.  It be coo' if you could drop me off in my
hood.  I don't feel up to the bus right now."

"No problem, kid.  My truck is up a few levels.  Just
hang out here.  Sit down if you want.  Just try to
stay awake.  I'll be back down here in ten minutes
flat."

That cracka flew out of there and was up the elevator
in no time flat.  I tried to keep myself up and walk
to the wall to support myself.  But I couldn't make
it.  I just let my body fall right back down on the
ground.  Fortunately, I kept myself upright and sat
there like some kid who fell down when tryin' to walk
across the room to his mama for the first time.

I started goin' in and out of consciousness, but last
time I came around this blue Ford truck was in front
of me and the guard was comin' out of the driver side,
talkin' on his walkie talkie.

"End of discussion, Dale.  I'm takin' this kid
home...no, I have no idea where he lives...but you know
why I have to do this....I don't give two flyin' fucks,
Dale...you cover for me...Do I have to remind you how many
times I've covered for your ass??!!...uh huh...that's what
I thought....I don't know...you'll figure somethin'
out...tell them I got a bad case of diarrhea and got
nauseous and shit and had to go home...no one ever
questions that...alright??!!...I'll call ya after I drop
the kid off...if no one's come questionin', I'll come
back right after I'm sure he's safe...alright...thanks,
man...out.

"Alright, kid...you still with me?"

"Yeah...just get me home quick and safe, aight?!"

"No problem, kid.  I'll help you up in the cab."

"Ain't you got a towel or something to put over the
seat?  I don't want to get no blood or nothin' on your
seat."

"It's alright, kid.  You should be the one worried
about sittin' there.  Worse stuff has gotten on that
seat than anything you got to offer.  Now brace
yourself.  I'll have to get my arms around your rib
cage to get you up safe.  It's probably gonna smart
something awful."

Bitch wasn't kidding!  He wrapped one arm around my
back and hung on to my rib cage.  It felt like my
insides were goin' to explode, collapse in on
themselves, somethin'!  But I had to get the fuck out
of here.  So I gritted my teeth and dealt with it.

Lookin' back on it, I was glad to see I still had some
remainder of manhood left in me.

We drove in silence.  I should say I rode in silence.
This dude had some country music shit on the radio,
but I barely heard it.  He was talkin' to me, tryin'
to make me feel betta, I'm sure, but nothin' was
registerin'.  I didn't know what I would do when I got
home.  How I would explain this.  I knew my boys would
be out for some peops if I told them I was ganked by
some bitches.  And I couldn't tell what really
happened.

"All right, kid.  The next exit is Hill Side.  You
tell me where to go from there."

"Look, man.  I appreciate all you're doin' for me.
But it ain't safe for you in this neighborhood.  I'll
take you around to some back streets where I know
ain't no one gonna be this time of day.  You can drop
me off there and I'll be fine to get back to my crib."

When I told him things weren't safe for him, he
started lookin' around and twistin' in his seat.

"Sure, kid.  Whatever you say is cool.  As long as
you're sure you'll be fine."

I told him where to go.  He didn't know I was takin'
him to the alley out back of my house.  He didn't need
to know.  I just needed to get in my house and be
alone.

I had him pull up right to the alley leading up the
side of my house.  He started to get out of the truck
and help me get out.  I stopped him and told him I
didn't want no one touchin' me no more.  He started
arguin'.  So I reminded him of how much he did not
want to be seen in this neighborhood outside of his
wheels.  That shut him up real quick and let me
struggle to get out of the truck in silence.

When I finally got the door shut, he reached over and
rolled down the window.

"You want me to wait until you get out of this alley,
kid?  I don't mind, no matter what the neighborhood is
like."

"Nah, man.  I'm cool.  Just go to the end of the
alley, make a right, and keep drivin' until you get
the hell out of this `hood and see the highway.
Thanks."

He waited for a second, looked around again, and
slowly drove off.  I waited until his truck had turned
the corner and I couldn't hear it any more before
movin'.  I started to head down the side alley to my
side door, knowin' I could slip right in with no one
seein' me.

I didn't hear anythin' hit on the ground, but as I was
walkin' toward safety, I saw a wad of cash on the
ground.  I figured he threw it out the window before
he drove off.  Nice to know someone was still a good
guy.  I saw a few 10's and 20's in the wad, but I
couldn't take it.  Besides being too sore to pick it
up, I couldn't take that man's money.  He had done
enough for me.  I left it there for some crack ass
nigga to pick up and feed they habit with.

It was a struggle to get up the stairs, but I did, got
my key out, got in my house, locked the doors and
crumbled to the floor in a heap of tears and sobbin'
pain.  I had never felt like such shit as I did in
that very moment.  Nothin' has ever been so horrible.
I just laid on the ground and balled until I passed
out.  I slept right there at my side kitchen door
entrance for what must have been 19 hours or more.  I
knew nothin' was broken; Hulk wasn't stupid enough for
all that.  But all I know is I keep havin' the same
dreams today, 15 years later, that I had when I passed
out that night: reliving my rape but dyin' at the end
instead of livin' to deal with all the shit and pain
that will never stop hauntin' me.


"People need loving the most when they deserve it the least."