Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 23:31:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crew, Part 5

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The Crew, Part 5
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Note: My goal with this story was to get to a place where I could write up
a bunch of different kinks and fantasies. I think I've finally gotten
there. If there's anything you'd like to see in the story, let me know and
I'll see what I can do. I've got some limits, but not many.


As I walked down the sidewalk toward my car, I memorized the address of the
man who had just been inside of me. He'd made a mistake, even if he didn't
know about it. Ninety-nine out of ten guys in my position probably take it
on the chin, figure that they were powerless, and somehow get on with
things. That was the only way to explain how Smith and the guy had been
able to pull off this scam so many times.

This time, they were going to get something different. I'm an angry mother
fucker. They didn't figure on that. And angry mother fuckers get revenge. I
got into my truck, put it in gear, and drove out to the farm.

When I walked into the main building, a few of the guys shot me knowing
glances. They knew that I had been set up. A couple of them had probably
been set up as well. Damian, the big black dude who had befriended me on my
first day, jogged over to me.

"Hey man, time to calm down," he said.

"Fuck off." I growled.

"If you get angry, you're only going to make this worse. Trust me. Lots of
us have been through it."

"What the fuck dude?" I said to him. My shoulders were heaving, and I could
feel the blood in my pumped up muscles, "You dudes just let this happen?
Like I'm supposed to wait until some new guy comes in here and then watch
as he walks off to get raped?"

A couple of guys looked our way. Damian pulled me off to the side and
lowered his voice. "He paid you right? Look, it was just another trick."

"He tied me to a bed and fucked me. That's not a trick." I glanced over at
the trailer where Smith had his office. The light was on. "Smith here? I
gotta talk to him."

"Not smart man," Damian hollered as I stormed off toward the trailer.

I kicked in the door. Splinters flew in every direction as the frame pulled
away from the wall. Smith was sitting at his desk, shocked. He glanced at
me, remembered how he had set me up, and lunged for his .38, which sat on
the edge of his desk.

He got to the gun first, but I had his wrist in my hand before he could
grab it. I slammed his hand down on the desk hard. Then I slammed it down
again. Smith dropped the pistol. Then I slammed it down a third time and
felt the bones of his forearm break. I let go and picked up the gun.

"You just made a big mistake," Smith said. His voice cracked, and I could
tell he was holding back tears.

I put the gun in my pocket and grabbed him by the back of the shirt. Then I
hauled his slimy ass out of the trailer and walked toward my truck. When we
reached the truck, I dropped the gate and told him to get in.

"How stupid do you think I am?"

I punched him in the face, before I picked him up and pushed him toward the
truck. "You're pretty fucking stupid, cause I'm angry enough to kill you
and you're still talking back."

Smith climbed into the back of the truck. I jumped into the cab and burned
off down the driveway. Three or four guys stood in the dusty driveway,
watching me take Smith away.

I drove five miles out of town and pulled over between a corn field and a
pasture. I got out and looked at Smith. "Get out." I said. When he
hesitated, I added, "I'm not going to hurt you. You're not worth my time. I
just wanted to make you sweat a little."

When he didn't get out of the truck, I climbed in. He was shivering, and I
realized that he was half frozen. I grabbed him by the neck, tossed him
onto the ground, and then peeled off toward town.

Next, I drove to the club that I had been taken to on the day my loan came
due. I walked in and stopped at the bar. "I need to see the boss."

"He's not here," the bartender said without looking up.

"It's important." I said, "Tell him I work out at the farm and have some
news about Smith."

I sat down on a stool and tossed back three shots of whiskey. Five minutes
later a big guy, beefy but a little older, came out to get me. He walked me
back to the office and opened the door. The man I'd met a couple of weeks
previously sat at a desk. He had an amused look on his face.

"I just called the farm," he said without emotion, "What'd you do with
Smith?"

"Fucked with his head and then dumped him on a road about five miles out of
town."

"What road?"

"My secret." I said, "Let the bastard find his way home."

A big smile broke out across his face and he laughed a little. He reached
under the desk and pulled out a bottle. He poured two glasses and pushed
one over to me. "I never liked that guy. Something too slick about him, you
know. What'd he do to you."

I felt the embarrassment flash across my face and then turned it into
anger. My shoulders rose as I took a deep breath. While my face was still
red, I knew I looked angry. "My business."

"Whatever," he said. He thought for a moment and then motioned toward the
chair. I sat down and then he started again, "You still owe me
money. You're still going to work for me. And judging by the way you look,
I'm guessing you're a pretty popular whore. Do you give or take?"

"Give." I said without hesitation.

He rubbed his chin. "I bet you do. Mostly dudes though, right?" He didn't
wait for me to answer, "Well, either you can keep working for Smith or you
can get promoted. You run the farm, you pay me at least what Smith gave me
each week, and you keep working off your debt. Interested?"

"Sure." I grabbed the drink and tossed it back.

"You go back to work. Someone will come by tomorrow afternoon to give you
the details. Smith kept good books, so you should be able to figure out how
things worked. I know you're not stupid, since you didn't kill him, so I
guess you got that going for you."

"And that's that?"

"That's that." he said, "Just watch your back. You don't want to be the
next guy stuck out in the middle of nowhere walking home."

"Got it."

I drove home and hit the sack. My body was killing me. I had spent part of
the night struggling against that bastard's ropes, and my muscles were sore
and achy. When I woke up the next morning I drove out to the farm and
walked into my new office. Smith's cell was sitting on the desk. It wasn't
locked, so I texted everyone who worked at the farm, calling them all
in. Then I looked over the books. Smith was skimming big time by taking
more money from us than he had to and keeping the difference. I ran the
numbers in my head and then waited for the guys to show up.

There were twelve guys working in total, a few of whom I'd never met. They
were milling around and when I walked in they all went quiet. Damien, who'd
been there the night before, was the first to speak.

"Did you kill the bastard?"

"There's been a shake-up. Smith isn't running the show anymore; I am." The
guys looked around. "Listen, that skeazy fuck has been feeling us all up,
raping us with his eyes, and doing who knows what else. That's over. He's
also been cutting into your take. That's also over. You're going to keep
working, but we're going to do it my way now. More money for you and more
money for the boss. Got it?"

There were nods all around.

"This weekend I'm going to meet with you all to figure out what you're good
at and stuff." Some of the guys blushed, "For now, I've only got one
question. Any of you get raped by this guy?"

I told them the address and two hands shot up. One guy looked Latin, brown
with really dark hair. He was muscular, but not ripped. The other guy was a
total beast. Six foot six, wide as a door, with muscles bulging underneath
his clothes. How he got taken was a total mystery to me, but somehow the
bastard managed it.

"Let's talk." I said and motioned toward the office. When they were all
inside I said, "Tonight we're going to get some revenge."

The big guy smiled. "An eye for an eye, right?"

"Sort of," I said, "Let's just say that he isn't going to be walking
straight tomorrow. I don't want the cops involved. We're just going to tear
him a new asshole."

The guys were all smiles. Later that night, we assembled in the driveway
and piled into my truck.

"How are we going to play this?" Abe, the smaller guy asked.

The big guy answered, "We're going to hold him down and then we're going to
go at him. Smallest to biggest, so that he feels each one of us."

"So you're going first?" Abe asked.

The big guy, Anthony, smiled, "I'm going last." He pulled at his shorts and
a soft tube of flesh hung halfway to his knees.

"Jesus." I said.

"We all got something that guys pay for. I've got 16 inch arms and a dick
that can split them right down the middle."

"You go first," I said. "Should send the right message."

"How are we going to get into the house?" Abe.

"Vance knocks, then we surprise him." Anthony said, "If he's not alone,
we'll come back later."

We got there a few minutes later. The guys stood beside the door and I
knocked. My rapist answered the door and smiled as soon as he saw me. I
looked down at myself and realized that I either looked like shit or hot as
hell depending on what a guy was in to. My white wife-beater had dirt on it
and my shorts hung from my hips. My inked arms and shoulders glistened
under his front light.

"You got a minute? You alone?" I said.

"What for?"

"I, uh . . ." I looked down at the floor, playing up my shame and
embarrassment. "I thought maybe we could do what we did last night again."

He laughed loudly. "Well, tonight is not your night, stud. My man is coming
home in a few hours, and I'm not into whores when they play along. It's
gotta be real to get me off."

Anthony stepped out of the shadows and into the doorway. As soon as he saw
him, the guy tried to slam the door. I pushed out my foot and caught the
door before it closed, then Anthony and I shoved it open. The man turned,
running for the stairs, but Abe grabbed him. Together we tossed him to the
ground.

"Remember me?" Anthony said. He spit into the guys face, "I was smaller
when you and Smith played your game with me, but I'm still angry."

The color drained from the man's face as his eyes darted from me to Anthony
and then to Abe. He suddenly realized what was going on.

"Listen guys," he started, "Me and Smith, we were just . . ."

Anthony backhanded him and his lip split open. "Shut the fuck up. I'm not a
balanced person. Vance here, he snapped a few hours ago and might of killed
a guy. I don't know Abe, but he's probably fucked in the head too. So if
you try to talk your way out of this shit, you're in for a world of hurt."

"Let's take him to the bedroom, dude." I said.

As AnAnthony hauled him up the stairs, I kept talking, "You know, I think
I'm really going to get into this. I'm hard already."

From behind me, Abe chimed in, "When we're done, we're going to leave you
tied to your bed. Hopefully your man comes home on time."

"Guys," he moaned, "I've got money."

Anthony was already undressing while Abe held him still. I pulled off ,y
tank, stretched it out into a rope, and wrapped it around the dude's
head. I shoved the fabric into his mouth and tied it behind his face. "Save
it." I said as he tried to talk, "You'll have plenty of chances to scream
later."

We eventually found the ropes he'd used to tie each of us up in a duffel
bag at the back of his closet. Soon we had our mystery man tied by his
wrists to the bed.

"Face up," I said, "I want to watch him while this happens."

Anthony glanced at me and smiled. Abe was along for the ride, ready to get
revenge, but not constitutionally suited to really enjoy it. Anthony, I
could tell, was like me. He wanted to hurt the guy, to really make him
pay. He didn't just want to fuck this dude, he wanted to tear his ass up.
While I made sure the knots around the guys' wrists were tight, Anthony
stepped out of his shorts. He hadn't been lying about his dick. Soft it
hung down about six inches, almost as big as an average cock. It was thick
and nasty looking, with a long snout formed by his foreskin. His balls were
normal sized, but they hung low behind his cock. The entire weight of his
junk stretched his skin across his muscular stomach.

"Hey Abe, you want to help me out?" Anthony said.

Abe walked over and fell to his knees in front of Anthony. Anthony looked
at me and winked, "Abe is one of those straight guys that gets off on
eating dick for some reason. Good to keep in mind if you're every hard up."

Abe spit the cock out and looked at me, "I don't get fucked though."

Anthony pushed his half hard dick back into Abe's mouth, "He doesn't get
fucked for free, anyway," he said, "The Johns out at the barn love tapping
that ass, though. Tight little fucker, isn't he?"

I nodded. I was still staring at Anthony's cock. Now hard, it was a solid
ten or eleven inches. It looked unnatural and fake, like it had been cut
and pasted onto his body. He pulled it out and tapped it against his wrist
a few times.

"You want to see it before you feel it, you fucking asshole." AnAnthony
said to the guy, "or maybe you remember this part of me."

I could tell from the look on his face that the guy knew exactly what was
coming. He remembered Anthony, and had probably fixated on his gigantic
soft cock while he took his ass. Anthony crawled between his legs and pried
them apart. He grabbed the tank off of the bed and pushed it into the
dude's mouth.

"You might want to bite down on that." Anthony said as he lined up his dick
with the dude's asshole. He shoved forward.

The guy on the bed was muscular and covered in hair. If I had seen him on
the street, I would have been impressed by him. But he screamed like a girl
when Anthony's thick dick tore open his virgin hole. I shoved the fabric
back into his mouth. He bit down hard and thrashed against the restraints
as Anthony shoved inch after inch into his ass. When Anthony had finally
gotten about eight inches in, he looked down at the guy and smiled. "Is
that all you can take?" He shoved his hips forward one more time and the
guy yelled and tried to pull away.  "You gotta try harder."

I pulled the shirt out of the guy's mouth. Tears rolled down his face, "You
like that?"

"Get it out," he begged. His voice was high and whiny.

"Better get used to it, you got two more cocks to go." Anthony said. He
bent forward like he was going to kiss the dude, but then licked the tears
off his face. As he shoved forward again, he slapped the guy. "I'm going to
enjoy this."

Anthony started to fuck the guy. I watched as his huge cock pistoned in and
out of the dude's ass. I was more interested in how huge he was than by the
sex itself. It was like watching a stallion at work.

The guy kept his mouth shut for a few minutes, but as Anthony picked up the
pace, he started to whimper and then to yelp. Anthony slapped him. "Shut
the fuck up."

"Just use some lube. Please."

Anthony laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm going to lube you up
for the next guy."

"C'mon." He said as he thrashed against the ropes.

"Shut him up, Vance." Anthony said to me.

I jumped up onto the bed and straddled the guy's head. For a minute,
Anthony stopped fucking him. I looked down into his eyes, "You bite my dick
and it will be the last thing you ever do. You understand?"

"Yes," he said through his tears.

"Yes what?" I said, mocking him.

"Yes sir." It was almost a whisper, and I knew at that moment that we had
broken him. Anthony started to plunge into his guts and though he whimpered
and cried, he didn't struggle anymore. I opened up his mouth with my
fingers, prying apart his lips, and slipped the head of my dick in. He
started to suck on it gently, actually running his tongue around the tip. I
could tell that sucking cock didn't bother him nearly as much as getting
fucked.

"You suck dick like a fag." I said.

His tongue wrapped around the tip of my dick, but his heart wasn't into
it. I knew he was basically numb at this point. "Fuck this." I growled as I
pulled my cock out of his mouth. I eased forward on my knees and planted my
big balls over his mouth. Suck my nuts, I said as I sat down on his head,
crushing his skull. He started to lick at my balls between the whines and
whimpers. I slid forward again, pulling my sack away from his lips and
planting my asshole over his mouth.

"Eat my ass, fag" I said. When he didn't really go for it, I sat down on
him and pulled my thighs together, squeezing his neck and smothering him
between my ass cheeks. "Get your tongue on my hole or I'm going to end
you."

Abe slid up next to me and whispered in his ears, "You better do it,
boy. This guy is straight up homicidal. We still haven't found the last guy
who pissed him off. He drove off into the country and came back with an
empty truck. I'd hate to see you go that way."

The threat of death changed his priorities. I felt his tongue move around
my hole, He licked like a dog, over my hole and up onto my ass. "I know you
know how to do this, fag. Get your tongue in there or things are going to
get rough."

He took the hint and started to push his tongue against the ring of muscle
and eventually got in there. I pulled on my dick, tapping it against his
chest every so often and riding his face. I watched as Anthony drilled
him. There's something awesome about watching a guy like that fuck. His
muscles strained against his skin and veins stretched across his arms and
stomach like a road map.

Abe had been pulling on his cock since we started. Anthony kept pumping in
and out of the guy. Then he yelled loudly and drove his dick all the way
home. The guy cried out as Anthony's massive cock went deeper than ever
before. Each blast of cum widened the shaft and opened the dude up ever
further. Anthony grunted as he expelled his load, and the guy cried like a
bitch.

Before he pulled out, Anthony rubbed the side of the dude's face. "It's
alright. You're going to be ok," he said with a crooked smile, "These guys
aren't nearly as big as me."

Anthony stepped off of the man and took his place behind him. He straddled
his skull, and let his balls dangle onto his forehead. His big muscles
throbbed as he took the dude's ankles and pulled them back. The guy's
gaping asshole was bright red and covered in Anthony's cum.

Abe hopped up onto the bed and slipped his dick in before anyone had a
chance to argue about who was next. He grabbed onto the dude's neck as he
drove in and squeezed. As Abe fucked him, he squeezed harder and the guy's
face turned red. Just as it was turning blue, Abe let him go and he gasped
for air. "Fucking bastard." Abe yelled as he drove into the guy. I could
Anthony's froth cum building up on his dick.

Abe pulled out, "Turn him over."

I helped Anthony undo the ropes around the dude's wrists and then we turned
him over. Anthony held onto his hands, but he had stopped fighting. He was
just barely conscious when Abe grabbed the back of his head and slammed
back into him.

Abe humped the dude like a jackrabbit. Every thrust was fast and hard. His
lithe, brown body glistened with sweat and his the muscles in his back
throbbed. He pushed the dude's face into Anthony's cock, and Anthony
started to feed it to him. He kept his lips closed, but Anthony pried his
mouth open. As he took the massive, cum covered dick into his mouth, he
glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I smiled and snapped a pic with
my phone.

Abe continued to rail the guy. He pulled at his hair, dragged his teeth
across the dude's back, and occasionally grabbed one of his arms and pulled
it back hard. The longer he fucked him, the meaner he got, and it wasn't
long before he was grunting under his breath, calling the dude a fag and a
bunch of other names.

Finally, as he neared his orgasm, Abe wrapped his hands around the dude's
neck. He squeezed him and muttered, "Fucking take my load you piece of
shit. Here it comes." His finger's tightened as he started to blast his
load deep into the dude's body. I watched his ass muscles tense and relax
as they squeezed his load into the dude. Even after Abe's orgasm ended, he
didn't let go. He kept strangling the dude and slammed his head up and down
into the pillow. Anthony finally called him off. "Dude, dude. You're going
to kill him."

He released him and pulled his hands away. He held them up above his head
like he had been caught by the cops.

Anthony turned to me. "How do you want him?"

I looked at the dude. He had ropes hanging from both wrists. I tied a knot
in the end and then had Anthony lift him off the bed. As I dragged him over
to the bathroom door, Abe stopped us. "One sec." he said. We turned to face
Abe and he slugged the dude in the stomach hard. He doubled over, and
gasped. Anthony let him fall to the floor, pretended to kick him, and then
laughed when he flinched.

"You're a waste, you know that. A total fucking pussy that won't even fight
back."

The dude just groaned. I grabbed him by the wrists and dragged him over to
the bathroom door. I reached up and pulled the rope over the door and then
hooked it on the towel hook on the other side. He hung there for a second,
glaring at me, and then he lifted his legs and tried to kick me.

"Nice," I hissed, "I like it when they fight back."

He groaned and frowned as he heard his own words parroted back at him. He
tried to kick me, and I caught both of his ankles in my hands and held
them. His body continued to shake, but he wasn't going anywhere. If
anything, he was going to dislocate one of his shoulders. I stood between
his thighs and rubbed the side of his face. "You ready?" I asked

Instead of waiting for an answer, I pried open his mouth and spit into
it. He grimmaced, which seemed like the perfect time to slam into him. His
ass was slick with cum and loose from Anthony's monster cock and Abe's
powerfuck. He still groaned as I drove every single inch into his gut. A
tear rolled down his cheek and over his jaw. His neck was bruised where Abe
had choked him. I leaned in and kissed one of the bruises.

"Going to be hard to explain those away, dude." I said. "I'm not normally
into kissing, but . . ."

I locked my mouth on his neck and started to chew on the skin, giving him
some deep, black and blue hickeys on top of the marks Abe had left. I kept
shoving into him, pounding his ass as hard as I could, lifting his body up
against the door with each thrust. He kept trying to kick me and I finally
gave up. I pulled out and motioned for Anthony to come over. Together we
flipped the guy around, twisting his wrists and shoulders and causing him
to groan in pain.

"So fucking sick of your noise." Anthony growled as he picked the dude's
boxers off the floor and shoved them into his mouth.

I continued to pound him for a solid 10 minutes. Anthony and Abe weren't
even watching anymore, they had disappeared into the dude's house and when
they came back they both had beers. Anthony passed me one and grinned, "You
almost done?"

"Almost." I said, "He's been done for a while. I don't even know if he's
conscious."

Anthony grabbed his chin and looked at his face, "You hanging in there,
fag?"

He groaned softly. I kept jamming my cock into him. Finally, I unleashed my
load, shooting it deep into his gut. I bit his neck, hard enough to draw
blood, before letting go of his hips. He hung from the door, with my cock
stuck up his ass. It slowly slipped out with a loud pop. A stream of cum
oozed out of him and down his legs.

I picked my shit off the floor and motioned to the guys. "Let's go. I think
he learned his lesson."

"Are we just going to leave him there?"

I walked over to him, "Have fun explaining this to your man." I jabbed my
fingers into his mouth one last time, gagging him.

When we got downstairs, I notice that the dude's TV had been disconnected
and was sitting near the door. I looked at Anthony and Abe and Abe
shrugged, "The dude raped me. I'm taking his TV."

Anthony laughed, and we both helped Abe carry it out to the truck. All of
my scores were settled - with Smith and with the rapist. Now it was time
for me to build my business.

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Hope you shot your load. Thanks for reading. Charlie –
cosmic709@yahoo.com.