Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2006 19:56:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Skorpio <j_skorpio_2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Thug Cash Master - Part 15  (author, interr)

This story is pornoGRAPHIC fiction!


THUG CASH MASTER,
by Skorpio.

Part Fifteen:   Night of Reckoning



"Come in, Aaron," said Brad, smiling.  He was
barefoot, in jeans and a tee-shirt.  "My Master and
his friends want to meet you."

Aaron was surrounded by three shirtless thugs with
muscular, tattooed bodies and grim faces illumined by
wavering candlelight. They circled like wolves.

Reese sported a black bandana; the other two wore
black nylon do-rags.  Their pants hung low on narrow
hips, boxers exposed.  Dre and Aaron stood eye to eye,
but Reese and Malik towered by several inches.

It was warm in the dark apartment.  A window fan
stirred a sluggish breeze heavy with jungle humidity.
Although Brad and Aaron perspired, the thugs did not
mind the heat. Their bodies glowed and smoldered, but
did not sweat.

Malik bolted the door.  Dre stood by, absently rubbing
his crotch.  Reese snapped his fingers.  Brad dropped
obediently to his knees.

"Sup, yo!" said Reese, shaking Aaron's hand.  "Heard a
lot `bout chu, man!  Have a seat!"

"I don't think so," Aaron demurred, withdrawing his
hand in disdain. "This was all a mistake. I'm not
sticking around."

Reese growled:  "I said, sit the fuck down!"

The fist to Aaron's solar plexus came so fast he did
not see it coming.  Aaron doubled over from the blow,
with the wind knocked out of him, and toppled backward
into the armchair.

"That's better," snorted Reese, nostrils flaring.
"Next time I tell you to do somethin', you better do
it, boy! "

"I'm nobody's boy," Aaron glared defiantly.

"Don't talk back to me!  I got a beef wit' chu, boy!
I hear you been gettin' up in mines."

"If you mean Bradley, I'm real sorry about that," said
Aaron hastily.  "My bad, okay?  It won't happen again.
 Look, I didn't know what you guys had going on. I
didn't know.  For real."

"Not what I heard.  My property says he told you he
was owned!  Says you made him suck yo' dick, anyway."

"So what if I did?" said Aaron, exasperated. "He
wanted it.  Come on, he's a cocksucker!  He asked for
it!  He's the one you should be mad at!"

"Know what I think?" said Reese.  His panther eyes
narrowed menacingly.

"What's that?"

"You a stone pussy, that's what I think!  I bet you
been waitin' yo' whole life fo' the right man to come
along an' pimp yo' ass, ain't that right, faggot!"

"No, that's not true, that's all wrong," blustered
Aaron.  "I'm not a bottom!  I'm a top, like you."

"You think that's what I am?  You think I'm a top?"
Reese guffawed.  "Bitch, I ain't no fuckin' top!  I'm
a man, bitch!"

"I'm nobody's bitch!" Aaron retorted, temples pounding
with indignation.  "I'm a man!"

"You sure `bout that, 'cause when I look at chu, I
don't see a man.  Mal, what chu see?"

"I see a scurred whiteboy who needs his ass kicked,"
said Malik.

"Dre, how `bout chu?" said Reese.

"I see a cocksucker with pretty lips," said Dre.

Reese and Malik chuckled.

"Nigga, you got a one track mind!" said Malik.

"I'm serious, y'all!" said Dre.  "Da bitch got sum
sweet pink lips.  I'm just sayin'."

"Yo' turn, worm," said Reese, turning to Brad.  "What
chu see when you look at this cat?"

"Sir, I see a little worm just like me," said Brad,
repressing a smile.

"Looks like you out-voted," Reese declared, stretching
out his muscular arms in a gesture of regal judgment.

"I don't care what you think," said Aaron. "I am a man
and you can't take that from me!"

"You suck dick, don't chu?"

"Well, yes, sure, sometimes," Aaron admitted,
hesitantly.  He was not sure why he said that. His
eyes shifted apprehensively.

"Then, you a faggot," said Reese, matter of factly.
"That's all there is to it, chump."

"Fuck you!" said Aaron.  "I'm not a faggot and I'm
nobody's chump!"

Reese frowned.  "How much time you need?" he asked
Malik.

"Five minutes."

Reese nodded: make it so.

Malik snatched Aaron by his white linen shirt with one
hand and bitch-slapped him with the other.  At the
same time, Dre grabbed Aaron by the wrists, roughly
forced his arms behind his back, and frog-marched the
struggling captive to the bathroom.

"You bastards can't get away with this!" Aaron cried
at the top of his lungs.  "Let me go now and I won't
press charges!  You've made your point!  I won't fuck
with your slave again.  He's all yours.  C'mon, guys!
Look, there's cash in my wallet.  You can have it,
okay?  Take it all and just let me go, okay? Okay?"

Dre tossed Aaron into the pink-tiled bathroom.  The
door slammed shut behind Malik.  There were sounds of
a struggle, followed by a shrill scream, and then
there was silence.

"I don't like his attitude," said Dre.

"Word," said Reese. "This won't take long."

"You think he can be pimped?"

"Good question."  Reese scratched his chin,
thoughtfully.  "I was just gonna slap the bitch down
and set him free, but I don't care fo' his attitude
none neither."

"He's an uppity cracker!  But I bet chu he can suck a
dick, cuz!"

"Worm, what chu think?  Would you like a slave
brother?  Think yo' boss can be broken?"

Brad recalled the lesson from his last beating: speak
the truth, not what the Master wants to hear.

"Yes, Sir, I would like a slave brother because you
are God and you should have many worshippers.  But,
I'm not sure if Aaron can be broken.  I don't know if
he wants to be broken."

"He wants it," stated Reese, decisively.  "You think
he's been punished enough or should we take it the
next level?"

"I don't know, Sir.  I hate him and I would love to
seem him punished, but I have to work for him every
day."

"Know what, worm?  You got a point.  We gotta deal
wit' this knucklehead here and now."

>From the bathroom came the loud gurgle of the toilet
flushing and then a second flush.  Malik's angry voice
shouted something.  There was a cry of pain.  The
toilet gurgled once again and then there was silence
like the ominous calm before a storm.

A moment later, the bathroom door burst open as if
blown by a tornado, and Aaron stumbled out, falling on
his face.  His curly brown locks were dripping with
water and his face was wet.  His shirt was torn.

Malik seized Aaron by the hair and jerked him back to
his feet.  Fear distorted the whiteboy's face.  He was
breathing frantically and there was blind panic in his
beady eyes.

"Yo got somethin' to say?" demanded Reese.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm a faggot, Sir, I'm a faggot,"
Aaron blubbered.

"You sure `bout that?"

"Yes, yes, Sir," Aaron babbled. "I'm your bitch.  I'm
a faggot, Sir!"

"This took five minutes?" cracked Dre.

"Nah," Malik shrugged his shoulders, "'bout a minute.
Had some fun."

Malik forced Aaron to his knees and then he kicked his
ass like punting a football.  Aaron sprawled on his
face before Reese, who lifted his foot and placed the
heel of his sneaker on the back of Aaron's neck.

"You gonna mess wit' my property again?"

"N-no, noooo, Sirrr," burbled Aaron, squirming with
his lips pressed to the floor.

"I believe you, faggot." Reese released his foot.
"But chu still need to be taught a lesson.  Get yo'
clothes off.  Right now!"

Without hesitation, Aaron peeled off his white shirt,
kicked off his dockers and shucked off his black
leather pants.  He kneeled before the three thugs in
snug gray boxer briefs with a conspicuous banana
bulge.

"All of it, toad" insisted Reese, contemptuously.
"That's gonna be yo' name from now on: toad!"

A few moments later, the toad was completely naked on
his knees.  Thick, dark hair matted his chest,
stomach, arms, and legs.  His ruddy penis was fully
engorged.

Malik plucked a wallet from Aaron's pockets and rifled
through it, lifting the driver's license, cash, and
credit cards.

"Now, you," Reese addressed the worm. "Get out them
clothes!"

Brad removed his tee-shirt and jeans, folding them
neatly on the floor.  Then, he resumed a kneeling
position, naked save for the steel and plastic
chastity belt which caged his penis.

"Get that shit off, too!" said Reese, tossing the key.

Brad unlocked the tiny padlock and slipped out of the
restrictive device.  Free for the first time in a
week, his small pink penis resembled a steamed shrimp
and his fuzzy little nuts were no bigger than acorns.

Malik remarked, "Dayumm, Reese, looks like you got
yourself two white pussy boys!"

"I want my dick sucked," said Dre, rubbing his crotch.

"There gonna be time for that," Reese assured.

"Dayumm," scowled Dre, impatiently.  The print of his
member was visible even through baggy jeans.

Reese loomed over Aaron, who was shivering on his
knees.

"You ready to take orders, toad?"

"Yes, Sir," said Aaron, frightened out of his wits and
prepared to say or do anything to survive this ordeal.

"Put on the belt, li'l white toad!" said Reese.

Aaron hesitantly reached for the chastity belt and
reluctantly stepped into it.  His swollen penis would
not fit into the plastic tubing. The more he struggled
to stuff his erect cock into that confinement, the
harder it got.

"Hurry the fuck up, toad!" Malik growled.  "Don't
forget what I told you!"

"I'm trying," Aaron, scared out of his wits.  "It
won't fit."

"Worm, get that dick soft!" said Reese.  "You know
what to do."

Brad kneeled before Aaron and sucked his rigid pole
with all his might as Dre cheered him on.

"There ya go!" said Dre.  "Suck dat nasty dick!  Suck
it right!"

"One cocksucker doin' another cocksucker," Malik
observed sardonically.  "Like the blind leading the
blind."

"He just doin' his job," said Dre.  "Check him out!
Look at him go!  Whitebread just doin' what he was
born fo', know what I'm sayin'?"

Although this conversation made Aaron very nervous and
self-conscious, Brad's mouth felt heavenly.  Closing
his eyes to focus on the sensation, he willed himself
to relax and enjoy it.  Maybe this would demonstrate
to these thugs that he really was a top.

"Keep yo' eyes open!" barked Reese.  "Look at me while
he sucks yo' dick!"

Aaron felt pinned and penetrated by the lance of
Reese's gaze.  The handsome young thug's countenance
had the aspect of a wood-carved African mask,
inscrutable and indomitable.  It was more than Aaron
could endure.

Suddenly, abruptly, he ejaculated into Brad's mouth.
Sperm swelled his urethra in the same instant it
gushed volcanically from the tingling head of his
cock.

Aaron's deflated cock was wrinkled and red.

"Lock it up," said Reese.

Obeying without thinking, Aaron stepped back into the
metal chastity belt and inserted his flaccid member
into the plastic apparatus.

Reese snapped the padlock and pocketed the key.  Aaron
was a prisoner of the chastity belt.

"Did you like gettin' yo' dick sucked?" inquired
Reese.  "Now it's yo' turn.  I can't hold back this
crazy nigga no mo'!"

"Over here, cocksucker!" Dre called out. The tall,
molasses-colored thug with three gold teeth unzipped
his jeans and lowered his boxers, releasing the
dragon.

Aaron had never sucked Black cock before.  He never
understood the mystique.  But as he wrapped his mouth
around the mahogany head of Dre's baton, he found the
scent of the thug's body made him delirious.  It was
like sniffing from a bottle of poppers.

"Get it all in yo' mouth!" said Dre.  "All da way.
Yahh, there ya go.  All da way down yo' hole.  Ohhh,
yahhh, dat's right!  Unnhhh, yah... like dat...  mmmmm,
dat's right, up and down, up and down!  Work dat
tongue, bitch!"

Aaron thought he would choke until bullets of hot
sperm suddenly shot down his throat.  He felt pleased
with himself.  Never before had he enjoyed sucking
cock so much as now.

"You ain't done yet," said Reese.  "Mal, you up?"

"Yah, why not," said Malik, unzipping and revealing
his turgid dick.  "Fix it, toad!"

Again, Aaron went down.  His throat and jaws were
sore, but he craved more. Now that his pump had been
primed, he could not get enough.  His head bobbed up
and down on Malik's shaft like a yard bird pecking
grain.

"Suck my dick, you dumb piece of shit!"

Before long, the brother's churning nuts busted lava
down the whiteboy's throat.  At the same time, Malik
expectorated with contempt.  His saliva struck the
whiteboy's forehead hard and streamed down his face.

Spittle landed on Malik's shaft as it pumped.  Spit
and sperm foamed on Aaron's dark red lips.

Aaron did not know how much more he could take. He
grasped how Brad fell prey to these hoodlums, but that
was not going to be his fate.  He was not going to let
it happen.  A faint voice from within goaded: you're a
man, don't take this shit, stand up for yourself!

But it was drowned out by another voice that screamed:
you're a pussy, admit it, you're not a real man, do
what you're told!

Malik knocked the toad away.  Dre snickered.

"You a decent cocksucker, aiiight," said Reese.  "And
you takin' orders like a whiteboy should, but I ain't
sure you learned yo' lesson yet."

"He ain't learned shit," said Malik, stuffing his cock
back into his pants.

"C'mon," said Reese. "Everyone to the worm's room.  I
want the li'l white toad to see the altar."

Reese snapped his fingers and Brad followed.
Malik said something to Dre which made him laugh.  For
one split second, all three thugs' backs were turned
and in that instant, Aaron made an impulsive break for
the door.

It was a foolish, desperate effort.  By the time Aaron
touched the bolt, Reese flung the naked man across the
room like a rag doll.

"Worm, fetch some rope out the closet," said Reese.
"We teachin' yo' friend a lesson."

Dre gagged Aaron with a long white cotton athletic
sock.  With nylon cords, Malik bound Aaron's wrists
behind his back.  Reese lifted the punk by the hair
and set him on his knees.

"Spread yo' legs!" said Reese.

Aaron's beady eyes widened with alarm.

"I said, spread `em!" shouted Reese.

Aaron nervously parted his thighs. The chastity belt
encased his penis in a plastic tube and left his big
balls exposed. They dangled between his hairy thighs
like a boxer's speed bag.

"Where did you think you was goin'?" hollered Reese,
shaking his head.  "You got some big nuts for a
cracker, know dat?"

With one swift, savage blow, Reese kicked the whiteboy
in the scrotum.

Lightening lanced Aaron's testicles. He wanted to
scream, but could not because of the gag.  He wanted
to comfort his balls, but could not because his hands
were tied behind his back.  It was like his nuts had
been driven into his stomach.  Tears welled in his
eyes.

"Did that hurt?" laughed Reese.  "Yo' gonads sore?
You want the pain to go away?"

Aaron nodded with muffled moans and pain-filled eyes.

Reese whispered something into Brad's ear, and at once
the worm dashed to bathroom and returned with a small
tube of Icy Hot from the medicine cabinet.
Suppressing a smile, he squeezed the white ointment
into his palm and lavished Aaron's swollen scrotum
with it.

Aaron did not know what to expect.  At first, his
scrotum experienced extreme cold as if dipped in ice
water.  For a moment or two his chilled scrotum felt
numb, and then, the iciness began to burn until his
nuts were on fire!

Aaron flopped helplessly on the hardwood floor like a
fish out of water.

"Dat's the funniest shit I ever seen!" laughed Dre.
"Look at `im wiggle!"

"Tight," said Malik, grinning malevolently.

"You too, worm," said Reese. "Rub that shit all on yo'
nuts and under yo' arms."

A minute later, Brad hopped up and down in
excruciating anguish, flapping his arms like a
flightless bird.

Wriggling on his back, Aaron wanted the agony to end,
but it only grew more intense.  His nut-sack felt
radioactive.  Tears gushed from his eyes.  He never
felt more humiliated in his life.

Malik and Dre howled raucously and slapped high fives.
 Reese remained silent, yet his feral cat-eyes glinted
with dour amusement.  There was entertainment in
whiteboys suffering, he realized.  Maybe there was
profit, too.

The afflatus of kingship surged through Reese's body
like a physical sensation, filling him with strength,
power, and vitality.  He was a god to these wretches.
They did his bidding and endured pain at his command.
They were his to rule.  It was good.

At long last, when their twitching and flopping
eventually subsided, Reese dismissed the two
whiteboys.  Brad assisted Aaron, whose wrists remained
tightly bound behind his back, to his feet, and side
by side they limped away.

"Get some shut-eye," hollered Reese.  "You punks got a
long day tomorrow!"



TO BE CONTINUED:

IN PART SIXTEEN:  WHITEOUT