Date: Fri, 09 Jul 2010 22:40:28 -0400 From: nphillydogg@aol.com Subject: the precinctII -38 [Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________ THE PRECINCT II -pt-38 Title: SACRIFICES >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< FRANKLIN INSTITUTE 33 year old Maleece Cortez looked at his watch for the umpteenth time, wondering why time was moving so slow? He had been at the Black Tie Gala for only a few hours, and already he was bored up to his eyebrows. After meeting Ben Affleck, his evening had gone downhill in a hand cart, with Chad Bradley (his date) disappearing ever so often to hobnob with his rich buddies. Maleece had thought Affleck was nice enough, but there were a lot of people at the Gala who wanted to meet and greet with the talented actor, too many for Ben to ignore talking to a nobody like himself. Maleece wandered the party, noticing how many of the men in attendance seemed to be a little too chummy with one another. They stood too closely, or glazed too long at each other, or whispered too closely into each other's ears for his tastes. He also couldn't help noticing how the male waiters were starting to become more erotic, their clothing becoming less and less as the night wore on. One strikingly handsome bare chest waiter walked up to him with a full tray of Champagne, Maleece gracious accepted the drink as the man smiled back at him flirtatiously before moving on. Mal turned the glass up to his lips as he watched the man walk away, the tight black serving pants he wore leaving nothing to the imagination... "One could bounce quarters off that young man's ass, couldn't one...?" asked a male's voice from behind, catching Maleece by surprise. He spun around to find the Governor standing behind him, holding a half empty glass of champagne in his hand... "Yeah..., if you're INTO that sort of thing..." said Maleece, still not comfortable around the politician. "I see..." said the Governor, amused. "...so what are you..., some sort of butch queen? You wouldn't be here if you weren't down for the cause...!" "The Cause...?" asked Maleece, confused. "You were invited here tonight, weren't you not...?" questioned Murdock. "You're Chad Bradley's guest, are you not? You belong to him?" "I don't BELONG to nobody..., but myself!" argued Maleece, not liking the label. "OOOH..." said Murdock, looking Maleece up and down again, as if about to pick a fresh piece of meat from the butcher. "...so you're unattached...! I'm definitely going to have to put my bid in...!" "Bid...?" questioned Maleece, getting more angry and insulted the more the man spoke. He was so glad he didn't vote got that loser! "Sorry Governor..., but I had my eye on THIS ONE!" intervened Affleck, placing his arm about Maleece's shoulder. "You KNOW him, Ben...?" asked Murdock, somewhat disappointed that he lost one of the better catches... "Intimately!" stated Ben, head locking Maleece playfully. Maleece went along (unsure what had just happened), until Governor Murdock finally gave up and moved on... "What was THAT all about...?" asked Maleece, as soon as Murdock was out of sight. "I know..., the man can be a bit intimidating..." said Affleck, releasing his hold as he treated to his own personal space beside Mal. "...you're lucky I happened by...! He's into whips, chains, and vicious torture! I know..., I've seen it!" "The Governor's gay...?!" asked Maleece, surprised. "uh, Hello...?! What do you think the Secret Society is...?" questioned Ben. "I mean, look around you..., it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see what kinda party this is!" "I wondered..." said Maleece, suddenly noticing how some of the guest were opening touching the male model servers as if they were paid escorts... "Geez man, WHAT kinda detective did you say you were again...?" joked Affleck, embarrassing Mal. "Well..., like I said..., I've never been to one of these parties before...!" defended Mal. "I'm just pulling your leg, detective...!" laughed the handsome actor. "What you need is someone to show you the ropes...!" "What kinda ropes...?" asked Maleece. "Come with me, --I'll show you...!" offered Ben, taking Maleece by the hand. Maleece allowed himself to be taken away from the main party as he followed Ben through a long corridor leading into another section of the Institute. "Where'r we going...?" asked the detective, curiously. "The main party is where we wheel and deal, making introductions and greet new people..." explained Ben, stopping short at the foot of a large door before turning towards Maleece and unexpectedly kissing him directly on the lips. Maleece was shocked by the surprise gesture, but made no move to stop it as he and Ben locked lips for a full 30 seconds. "Why did you do that...?" asked Maleece, his cock starting to tent out the front of his tux. "In case I don't get the chance too later..." said Ben, opening the door. Maleece's mouth dropped open when he saw the mass of heaving, thriving, naked, bodies massed on the floor in one giant orgy. "THIS..., is what the Black Tie Gala is all about...!" smiled Ben, stripping out of his clothes... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY 52nd Street in West Philly is a predominately black own area teeming with business. The streets are usually packed with buying customers searching for bargains, and street venders selling everything from homemade items to expensive electronics. A small Out Of The Way Café sat on the corner of one such block, with outdoor seating and big pained windows so customers could see the pace of the city roll by. It's where 27 year old Divine Graham (the Blackwidow), and her trusted companions Dedra Wright and her husband D-Money sat for an evening chill to discuss business. "I'm looking to expand beyond just selling drugs and running crack houses...!" explained Blackwidow over a light dinner. "Well..., Tempest sells drugs, makes his own addictive crack, runs his own drug houses, AND has a team of dedicated T-Girls who walk the streets for him..." reasoned Dedra. "...so why can't we...?" "Well..." said the Widow, giving it some thought. "...I was thinking more along the lines of massage parlors..., but classy ones! We'll serve facials, massages, pedicures, manicures, et-cetera..." "Oh...okay..." said Dedra, unsure.... "...you're talking LEGAL businesses...?" "Well..., of course we'll have a lil' EXTRA on the side for our regular customers who'r willing to pay top dollar...!" suggested the Widow. "But I want male AND female masseurs..., I want something for the LADIES who might want a lil' sumpin' sumpin' on the side while their husbands are out cheating! Believe me..., we'll make a killing!" "I could see that!" agreed Money, liking the idea. "Good..., cause I'm also thinking of creating an all male escort service as well!" added the Widow, getting raised eyebrows from both Dedra AND Money. "I want Dee to run the first massage parlor, and I want YOU Money, to think about running my escort service!" "You don't want MY husband to be one of the escorts, do you...?" asked Dedra, half joking half serious. "I don't expect either of you to do anything that you don't want to do!" answered Widow. "I'm not Pooh, and I'm definitely not Tempest..., I'm asking the two of you to become partners...!" "Partners...?" asked Money, surprised. "I didn't see that coming...!" "Well, as I've stated..., I'm either Pooh nor Tempest..., I'm not gonna pretend like I can do all of this by myself! I KNOW I need help keeping dealers in line, running the houses, setting up shops, gaining respect...! I have a lot of experience..., but so do the two of you! I think the 3 of us together could turn Pooh's Syndicate into a Conglomerate!" As the members of the Syndicate discuss their futures, Money notices a plain dark colored van with dark tented windows park across the street from them. Old habits die hard as he keeps his eyes on the van, and his hears on the Widow. The light changes on the corner as traffic begins to run by, when Money notices the side door to the van open and a darkly dressed figure holding an semi-automatic starts shooting... "GET DOWN!!" yelled the 24 year old drug dealer, diving across the table. Screams ring out as rapid gunfire fill the air. People run for cover, ducking behind cars and running into open shops and alleyways while surprised drivers lose control of their vehicles and run up into sidewalks and crash into oncoming traffic. The large pained picture window to the Café shattered as bullets riddled through it, showering down on the people hiding beneath it. Then, just as quickly as the gunfire started, it stopped. The van took off down Chestnut Street, disappearing quickly, leaving a massive mess in its wake. As people began to come out of hiding, they began to take assessment of the injured. D-Money (having shielded his boss the Blackwidow) rose up on his elbow as he looked down at her. "You alright...?" he asked, checking her body quickly for blood wounds. "I'm...I'm okay...!" said the Widow, not feeling any pain as she lay on the ground under their fallen table. Money pushed the table up off of them, then looked around to check on his pregnant wife. Dedra was sitting upright against the black railing surrounding the seating area of the café, crying and bleeding from her arm... "Oh my god...!" responded Money, rushing to her side. "DEDRA...! Somebody call an ambulance...!!" he yelled, pressing a cloth napkin against her wound to slow the bleeding... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WAREHOUSE 27 year old Tempest Williams lay back in bed naked, smoking a fat stogie and relaxing with a weird grin on his face. His assistant (Brian Dunn) walked into the warehouse's makeshift bedroom on the phone. "It's done, sir!" he said, after hanging up. The shooters took out the entire Café before escaping to the rendezvous!" "Kewl..." laughed Tempest, feeling all too good about himself. "...that oughta scare the shyt outta her...! She'll come runnin' back..., beggin' me to buy her out of her husband's Syndicate!" Dunn saw Tempest's long soft dick starting to harden with excitement. Knowing how violence and power usually fuels his employer's lust, Dunn began shedding his clothes, anticipating Tempest's sexual needs. Tempest continued smoking his cigar as Dunn crawled up onto the bed naked. Getting between Temp's spread legs, he began licking and sucking the boss man's low hanging balls and stiff underbelly before taking the long hard snake into his mouth. Tempest's facial expression never changed as he imagined Peaches scrambling for cover when the gunfire erupted. What he wouldn't have given to be sitting across the street watching the fireworks. Dunn looked up into his master's face while he deep throated his long hard tool all the way down to the base. It was rare to see Tempest in such good spirits, Dunn wasn't used to seeing the drug lord smiling and acting jovial. And oddly enough, Dunn found he liked the serious unpredictable Tempest more, having devoted his life to serving HIM. Tempest watched his assistant swallow his dick over and over effortlessly. Dunn had plenty of experience pleasing Tempest's libido over the past 2 years, that swallowing his dick down to the knotty pube hairs were as easy as brushing his teeth. Tempest waited until his dick was shinny wet with his slave's spit before he motioned for him to fuck. Dunn pulled Tempest's dick out of his talented throat, then climbed up into straddling position as he hovered his ass over his hardon. Reaching down to aim the long hard 9 and 1/2 inch curved pole steady, he sat down on the dick, taking the entire meaty shaft up into his ass in one quick motion. "UHHH...!!" groaned Dunn as he sat down on Tempest's stiff standing upright pole, the head reaching well up into his gut. Tempest (still smiling) felt Dunn's asshole swallow his dick down to the root. Dunn sat still, transfixed in one spot as he allowed his body to adjust to the intrusion. After a few seconds he began to rotate his ass in Tempest's lap, churning the mighty black lance around inside him. Rising up, he let the long hard curved shaft to slide from his anus, keeping only the head inside before sitting all the way back down on it. Dunn repeated this move over and over, fucking his own ass on the hardon as he began to pick up speed and pace, giving his anus the rough workout he knew Tempest enjoyed. Tempest's cell phone rung while Dunn was riding him. With a Bluetooth already in place in his ear, he simply tapped the receiver and barked "what is it...?" Dunn looked on curiously as he continued to ride, sliding his ass up and down the fat pole with long hard strokes. Tempest's smile broadened even wider as he said "okay, hit my assistant up with the time and location!", then hung up. Dunn wanted to ask what the conversation was all about? But decided against it as it might mean overstepping his boundaries. He'd simply have to wait until Tempest determined the time was right to let him know. Tempest allowed Dunn to ride his ass for a few more minutes, slapping his ass periodically to let him know who was boss. After a time, he flipped Dunn over onto his back before pressing his knees down to his chest. Dunn prepared himself (mentally) for a long rough fucking as Tempest leaned all of his weight onto the backs of his pressed thighs, then began doing pushups in and out of his ass. Dunn threw his head back into the pillows as Tempest's long curved appendage sawed in and out of his ass, the fat shaft dragging Dunn's wet sucking inner lining out with every stroke. "That was Peaches on the phone..." said Tempest, looking down at Dunn's mixed pain/erotic facial expression. "...she said she was just attacked, and wannit to kno' if I'd meet with er?" "Good..." gasped Dunn between strokes. "...that's just...what...you wanted...!" "Damn straight!" laughed Tempest, fucking Dunn even harder as he drove his black spear straight through his assistant's body like a harpoon. He banged his hips into Dunn's tans upturned ass again and again, feeding it every inch of his mighty phallus as his balls slapped repeated into his backside. He hammered his assistant long and hard, digging deep into his aching colon and beating his prostate raw. Dunn's own dick remained rock hard throughout the entire session. After over 20 minutes of deep digging, he felt his dick starting to pulsate and throb without the benefit of touching himself. Tempest saw Dunn's dick starting to pulsate while he fucked, and slammed into him harder, loving how Dunn would cum hands free. "Oh god...! Oh god...!" groaned Dunn as his orgasm hit. His eyes rolled up into his head as his face became flush, draining all color. Cum shot from his throbbing dick in spurts, painting across his taut belly and chest in white streaks as Tempest continued to pound his hole. Shortly thereafter Tempest felt his own pending orgasm beginning to approach as he yanked his entire dick from Dunn's quivering passage, then rammed all the way back in. Dunn threw his head back as his mouth opened to scream, but managed to keep his composure as veins popped out in his neck and brow. Tempest skewered him 8 more times before finally ramming in balls deep and holding ground. Dunn felt Temp's dick pulsate, then start hosing his aching innards with a tremendous load of rich thug batter. "I love you! Oh, I love you...!" moaned Dunn, lost in ecstasy as Tempest bred him. After cumming, Tempest ripped his dick from the pulsating hole, then fell onto his back exhausted and happy. Dunn (without having to be told to) rolled over and began cleaning his boss's dick, licking and sucking up and cum residue like a hungry puppy while Tempest went back to slowly smoking his stogie. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< FRANKLIN INSTITUTE Maleece watched wide-eyed and fascinated as a large room full of men participated in what had to be the world's biggest orgies. Maleece watched men kissing, sucking fucking, riding, jacking, fisting, pissing, shitting, & being sexually tortured with old fashion torture and metal devices. It was like being privy to Sodom and Gomorrah without the damnation. "Come on Maleece..., join the party...!" said Ben, walking bare assed into the room. Maleece couldn't believe his eyes as many of the top guests from the party were in this room getting their freaks on! He could see the Mayor on his hands and knees between two waiters, getting face and ass fucked simultaneously (there's a campaign picture). He could see Commissioner Bradley sitting back against floor cushions as a young black foster kid he sponsored bobbed his head up and down between his spread legs. In a sling Mal could see TV News Anchor Phillip Morris getting his back dug out by black sports hall of famer T.J. Thompson, and not too far away he could see director Quentin Tarantino getting fisted by a businessman. It was a cesspool of erotic gayness, anything your heart desired in one room for the taking... Maleece saw Ben Affleck get down on his knees between the legs of some big shot movie director. He took the man's penis into his mouth and throat as if he had been doing it for years. Maleece suddenly realized with Affleck's career, he probably had. Maleece felt a hand on his crotch, pulling at his zipper. Without even looking to see who it was, he allowed the man to reach in and pull out his erection through his fly. The man groaned with desire as soon as he saw Mal's penis, then immediately took it into his mouth. Maleece felt the total warmth of his mouth envelop him as the man began to bob back and forth. Maleece would have enjoyed the blow job and probably would have fed the cocksucker his load had he not had his eyes on a finer prize. Staring down at Affleck's upturned ass, Maleece couldn't help but notice the indented hole looked well used. He saw another man crawl up behind the actor and bury his face in his ass, eating Ben's slightly haired hole as if it were a smorgasbord. Ben continued to hoist his ass in the air, giving the man an appetizing target to eat. Maleece could tell by the way the man stroked his own pole that he fully intended on tagging Ben's ass afterwards, but Maleece had other plans... Pushing the dejected cocksucker aside, Mal firmly grabbed the ass eater by the shoulder and shoved him away. The man cursed out loud as he fell on top of another couple. With Ben's asshole once again fully exposed, Maleece crouched down behind him and aimed his dick up to his spit lubed entrance. Ben made no attempts to save himself, so Mal pressed inward, penetrating the anal ring and sinking his Rican pole inside. Ben Affleck stopped sucking the fat dick between his lips just long enough to groan out loud and looked back to see who had entered him? Smiling when he saw Maleece's lust driven face behind him, he arched his back and bowed his head once again, taking the dick back between his lips as he sucked and got fucked at the same time. Maleece gripped Ben by the waist as he pressed his hairy pelvic bone against the actor's backdoor, grinding all of his rigid meat around in his gut before fucking him silly. For the next 15 minutes Maleece fucked Ben's ass without interruption, enjoying the silky smoothness and suction his ass had to offer. Ben (on the other hand) really enjoyed getting plowed by an ordinary joe, a common kind of fellow instead of one of those pretentious actors who couldn't fuck their way out of a plastic bag without a script. Maleece couldn't believe his luck as he humped away at the man who was once engaged to Jennifer Lopez. He could still see the tabloids pics of them together, posing for paparazzi as the perfect couple. Affleck later left Lopez at the altar for reasons unknown, only to marry actress Jennifer Garner. At last check Mal recalled the two were still married with children. Had something happened to their Hollywood marriage? Had Ben dumped Garner for the lure of a steady cock instead? Maleece could tell that Ben was no stranger to dick, as his own dick slid easily in and out of the actor's accepting hole with very little effort. Maleece watched as everyone around them fucked. Sounds of flesh slapping flesh, wet sucking/slurping noises, erotic groans and moans, gags grunts and cries of intense passion erupted around the room like erotic music. The floor began to vibrate as a large section began to rise up out of the ground automatically. Maleece watched mesmerized as a stone slab, full of naked bodies rose up out of the basement. Maleece could see a group of about 6 or 7 naked men surrounding one man (including Chad Bradley), pumping their dicks through any available holes in his body. The young slave seemed to be high on something, acting overly submissive as his body was sucked, fucked, poked and caressed in every direction. As soon as one man would cum all over the slave's spunk splattered face, body, or back, another man would take his place, adding more sex and semen to the mass. Maleece was fucking well into Ben's ass by now, pumping his hairy pelvis into the actor with vicious thrusts of pure passion, see-sawing his entire banana shaped shaft in and out of the wide spread ass before him. He loved sinking his dick into Affleck's ass, the all American white boy from the movie screen was a natural at taking dick deep inside his rectum, Maleece couldn't help but wonder how many well known celebrities had journeyed down this same path he was currently riding? Damon? Pitt? The Rock? Willis? Maleece was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice another man move in behind him. At first Mal got nervous when the man began touching him curiously about the buttock, but once the man dropped down to his knees and began tonguing his hairy poop chute, Maleece started thrusting his ass back at him, trying to get the man's tongue deeper into his anus. The man (45 year old Erik Manning) shoved his face up into the officer's ass, eating his delectable hole for all he was worth. Using his hands, he pried open Maleece's fuzzy cheeks, feeling them encase his face as he shoved his tongue straight up into the chute. Maleece humped back onto the wet muscle as he fucked Ben's ass, driving his dick well into the kneeling man's hot rectum with gusto. Maleece had no idea how long the man ate his ass (fingering his hole periodically to loosen his tight sphincter muscles) before he removed his face and presented his fat cock. Mal felt the head kiss up against his spit wet anus before he pressed in harder. Pausing briefly Mal allowed the man to enter him, sliding every inch of his massive 8" tool inside. Maleece moaned aloud as the dick entered his rectum, he could feel the mast filling him completely, stretching his anus as it parked itself inside him like a Cadillac. Manning grabbed Maleece about the torso, pressing his own hairy chest into the rican's back. Maleece felt the man churning his dick around inside his gut, making room for his stiff prick as he began pumping and rotating his hips. Maleece slowly resumed his own fucking, taking short controlled strokes in Ben so he wouldn't dislodge from the big dick inside him. The three men fucked together in complete unison, with Ben bobbing his head ever faster to bring the director off with a bang. The acclaimed Director felt himself nearing an intense orgasm as Ben Affleck continued to pound his throat away on his pud. He lay in complete bliss as the celebrated actor sucked upon the length of his manhood, greedily slamming his nose down into his pubic bush to bring him ever closer to the edge as his cock expanded and started hosing a month's worth of precious creative juices straight down Affleck's throat. Ben (a chugaluger from his bachelor days) had no problem consuming the precious nectars as it gushed out like a cannon. He took his time cleaning up the mess with his mouth as the detective continued fucking him from behind. He could feel every thrust Maleece made into his body, helped by the extra added pounding happening behind Maleece. Affleck didn't care that Maleece was getting as good as he gave, so long as he gave it to him straight from the pipe. Maleece was in the thralls of ecstasy as he fucked and got fucked simultaneously, plunging his 7 and 1/2 inch upward curved banana cock in and out of Affleck's asshole while getting his own hole expertly plowed. Maleece could feel himself nearing a big climax as Manning pumped back and forth through him, the girth of his sizable tool dragging Mal's asshole in and out with him. Each inward thrust of Mal's hips drove his dick into Affleck's buttery depths, followed by each withdrawal which shoved Maleece back onto Manning's plunging hardon. Manning hugged Maleece's bare chest from behind with both hands, kissing sensually about the nap of his neck while hammering into his butt like a lumberjack. Maleece wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out until he felt the warm gush of semen suddenly flood his bowels as Manning groaned manly moans of pleasure in his ear. "Oh god...! I'm coming...! URRHHH fuck dude...! Take that load, man! Oh god your ass is the greatest!" The sudden slosh of warm liquid in his rectum (and the rhythmic massage of the flooding rectal canal) sent Maleece over the top as he too slammed his hips into Affleck's ass and came, unloading a fresh batch of Rican cum directly into the actor's gut while bent over Ben's back. "AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" cried Maleece in sheer ecstasy as his cock erupted a tidal wave of sperm which filled Ben's bowels like a flood. Ben could feel the dick pulsating inside him as he clamped his anal muscles down on the hard shaft, milking it of all its juices. Manning leaned in over Maleece, kissing between his shoulder blades as he continued to drain his cock in his ass. Maleece was sandwiched between the two men, feeling his dick drain while milking the one behind him with his anal muscles. He gazed up (warily) at the stone table to see two men now fucking the poor slave up the ass at once. Maleece thought the delirious young man wouldn't know what hit him tomorrow when his ruined asshole wouldn't stop hurting. He watched as the two dicks (one on top, one on the bottom) slid in and out against each other, the thick long shafts stretching the well fucked walls into an ominously long "0" shape, as they rammed back and forth through the elastic opening. Maleece could see semen (which had already been injected into the man earlier) leaking from the expanded hole, coating the two cocks pummeling his rectum as more men jacked off over his well defined jock body and fucked his face full of seed. Maleece felt Ben crawling from up under him, catching sight of another hard cock in need of a hole. He watched as Affleck crawled through the mass of naked bodies (leaving him alone with Manning) and sat down on another stranger's upright pole. The man's face was buried under someone else's ass and couldn't even see who was riding his dick as Affleck began fucking himself by slamming his parted ass cheeks down into the man's lap. "I could definitely use a young slave like you...!" said Manning, trying to suck a mark into Maleece's neck. `Slave?' --thought Maleece, pulling away as Manning's still hard dick slid from his creamy bowels. "Sorry man..., I'm taken...!" said Maleece, looking for his clothes. He found his pants in a piles on the floor next to Ben's, and began getting dressed. He fished his cell phone from his pocket to see if Jake had responded to his text? When he didn't, Maleece texted him again asking where was he? Then added that he was on his way home and hoped to see him there. Soon after, Chad showed up... "Enjoying the party...?" he asked as Maleece turned around to find Chad standing behind him. "It's been fun..." said Maleece, putting on a white shirt. "...but I've got to run...!" "You can't leave yet..., the party's JUST beginning...!" argued Chad, grabbing Maleece's arm. Maleece yanked back as if disgusted by his touch... "I don't know WHAT you've been telling people about us at this party..., but I'm NOBODY's Slave!" said Maleece through grit teeth. "We ALL slaves in one way or another..." defended Chad, as Maleece continued to get dressed. "So what..., you're just going to leave me here...? You're not even going to escort me home or stay for the finale...?" "No..." answered Maleece, throwing on his shoes. "...I believe you know the way!" "So you're going to leave me, just like that...?" questioned Chad. "You're going back to HIM...?!" "Him...?" asked Maleece, standing upright after donning his shoes. "HIM who...?" "Jake!" exclaimed the reporter. "I don't know what you're talking about...!" responded Maleece, ready to leave. "Oh come OFF IT, Maleece..." yelled Chad. "...don't act like you haven't been texting him all night!" "You're delusional!" stated Mal, walking away. "Oh yeah...?" asked Chad, pulling a cell phone from his pocket. "`Party's lame as shit, bored outta my mind around all these old rich wht men. Ben Affleck is here tho, looks good enuff to fuck, l-o-l. miss u much man, wish I was in u rite now, -Mal.'. `where r u? u not returning my messages! On my way him, hope to see u there, -M'" Maleece's eyes narrowed... "How'd you get those texts...?" he asked angrily, snatching the phone out of Chad's hands. "This's JAKE'S phone...!" he surmised just by looking at it. "How the FUCK did YOU get Jake's phone...?" he asked, grabbing Chad physically by the arm. Chad struggled to get loose as Maleece gripped him tighter, his anger fueled by thoughts of Jake lying somewhere in a gutter. Just when Mal was about to beat the truth out of Chad, he was grabbed from behind by two body guards. "You want your precious Jake, Maleece..." yelled Chad, dramatically. "...take a look at him now...! See what a HOE he is..., THEN tell me you still want him!" Maleece's eyes followed Chad's gesture towards the stone slab where the group of men were just finishing up on the slave. Maleece's focused in on the two dicks still pummeling the poor man's ruined asshole. The top dick began to pulse and throb wildly as it began feeding the hole its copious load of ball cream. The warm gush of slimy sperm coated the bottom man's embedded cock, caused him to cum as well as his dick began pulsating almost simultaneously with the top man's. As the table slowly circulated about the room on a giant axis, the man on top reached down and grasped a large knife which had been safely taped away on the side base of the table. He grabbed a fistful of the slave's full rich dark hair, then yanked his head back and placed the knife securely at his throat. Maleece's heart nearly leaped into his throat when he finally saw the face of the slave being offered up as sacrifice. "Jake...!!" he yelled, struggling to break free from the men holding him captive... Written by NPhillydogg@aol.com _______________________________________________ For questions, comments, or suggestions, write me at the address above, or join me on Facebook.com for faster updates on what I'm working on next!