Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2007 15:39:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: Virgin Army Boy Deflowered - Ch 8

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live
where it is not allowed, please don't read the story. In the world of this
story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect
yourself from disease in the real world in which we all live today by
always using a condom. To my faithful readers I must say, it is especially
rewarding to receive comments and suggestions. They are appreciated and
give me the incentive to continue writing. Thanks to all of you that do
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Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 7 ended with the following:

The next morning during breakfast Jamie told Michael of his experience with
Ross, and Michael told Jamie he had a great night recuperating alone in
Sarge's room where he smoked a couple of Sarge's reefers and jacked himself
off before he fell asleep sniffing the armpits and crotches of
underclothing from Sarge's dirty laundry bag. They both burst into laughter
as Jamie admitted that he too loved to do that regularly with hot dudes
that left their dirty underwear laying around, especially the armpits of
ripe tees. They both discussed Kobe and Selvon, wondering why they had not
tried to contact them during the night, confiding in each other that they
really liked the rough dominate characteristics of the two big guys, the
scent of their sweaty bodies and a light taste of the belt like they both
received from the two. They went off to their respective jobs smiling with
the understanding that they would join up again for lunch together in the
mess- hall and make plans for Monday evening ahead.

Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 8

Mid morning Monday the 'Alert Status' was removed and everything went back
to normal. The troops were no longer restricted to the base. At lunch
Michael and Jamie sat together making plans to get off base for the
evening. They planned to take a shuttle bus into Tacoma and take in a
movie, leaving right after dinner, providing Kobe and Selvon didn't show up
wanting their services for the evening. Michael and Jamie were all showered
and dressed in civilian clothing as they sat in the mess hall eating dinner
early with the intention of catching the early shuttle into Tacoma like
planned, when Kobe came out of the kitchen still in his cooks outfit and
talked briefly with them. He informed them that he and Selvon had dates
with a couple of black ladies they met last Friday night at an all black
dance bar in Tacoma, so the two would be on their own for the evening. They
told Kobe they were going in to Tacoma on the shuttle to take in a movie
and probably would be back around 10:30pm, in case things didn't work out
as planned for the two sexy hunks with their new women, letting Kobe know
they would be available anytime before dawn with a couple of hot white
pussies, all hot for some more fun and games if the guys didn't get any hot
action from their new honeys.

As they were preparing to leave for the bus stop they noticed Kobe and a
couple of tall black guys they had never seen before just entering the main
dining room through the kitchen service entrance doorway. The strangers
were dressed in black leather pants, colorful purple and white silky, large
wife-beater tees and black boots. When Kobe located them at the far end of
the mess hall he pointed them out to the two tall guys. They both towered
over Kobe's six foot height by eight to ten inches. Kobe quickly caught
their attention and waived for them to come over to where they were
standing. The two new Bruthas huddled together talking, smiling, and
jousting with excitement as they watched Michael and Jamie's every move as
they rose from their table with their empty dinner trays and walked to the
dishwasher's pass-through and dropped them off, turned, then walked across
the room to join Kobe and the two tall newcomers. Both bruthas were indeed
tall, pushing 7 foot, built like they could be All American Basketball
Players. The two were handsome and looked deliciously edible to Michael and
Jamie sporting shaved heads, big gray eyes, straight white teeth surrounded
by huge, sensuous thick puffy lips, large hands, long boney fingers and
king size boots. The crowning glory that caught Michael and Jamie's full
attention was the huge long crotch snakes and balls, boldly displayed
beneath the snug leather covering their left thighs. The glands forming the
huge mushroom heads clearly left zilch to ones imagination as to what they
were packing. Neither Michael nor Jamie could help but gawk at the
equipment as they approached. The two handsome bruthas saw where Michael
and Jamie's eyes were transfixed, so boldly gave them a little show by
placing the palm of their left hand to their crotches, giving their balls a
lift and a scratch or two, then slowly running their fingertips up over
their baskets and on up under the bottom hem of their loose wife beater
tees, fully exposing their rippled six pack abs and rubbing them
seductively with the tips of their fingers, causing their cocks to expand
and display even more prominently. Jamie and Michael gasp, unaware that
their mouths dropped slightly agape and they both were blushing and
breathing irregular by the time they were standing in front of the two and
Kobe.

Kobe's elevated voice snapped them back to reality when he said, "Michael
and Jamie, these are two bruthas that owns a popular leather bar en
entertainment center on da outskirts of Tacoma dat I visit regular. The
brutha's names Tyrone en Lamar," pointing to each as he spoke their
names. "I was tellin em about you two last Friday night at the bar, so they
dropped by tonight to see if what I be saying bout you two is true or if I
was stretching da truth." Kobe paused a moment, smiled, then continued,
"Hell, come back to my office in the back of the kitchen so as Tyrone en
Lamar kin get a good look at you two." As they entered the office, Kobe
kicked the door closed and turned the knob to the lock position. Lamar,
towered over Michael as he stepped right up and pulled him up to him, spun
him around a couple of times looking him over, before he pulled Michael's
back up tight against him, leaned down and sniffed his blond hair and began
to slowly rub the huge bulge in his trousers back and forth, up and down
over and between the cheeks of Michael's bubble butt as he tweaked his
nipples. Lamar let out a moan as he continued to sniff the blond locks and
plant kisses on Michael's ear and neck. It was obvious that Michael liked
and was getting turned on as he melted into Lamar, inhaling deeply the
strong scent of the Bruthas sweating body in the warm, stagnant air in the
small office.

In the meantime Tyrone had Jamie in a lip lock, his fingers pinching
Jamie's huge nipples that were quite visible poking up into the silky
material on his shirt. He was so much taller than Jamie that he had to lift
Jamie off the floor to rub their bulging crotches together. He too was
sweating, filling the air with the strong smell of his male pheromones, a
smell that Jamie so loved when with bruthas, especially when they were
seriously turned on and hot in the mating rut, as a buck with a doe in
heat. Jamie let out the low moan of acceptance and clung to Tyrone as he
was lowered back down to his feet. Now that introductions and physical
contact had been positive, the bruthas put their arms around the waists of
Michael and Jamie, turned facing Kobe and gave him a big broad smile and a
nod.

Kobe was the first to talk, "Well, ain't they everything I say they is
guys! They two of da finest lookin crackers around base, en already
trained, likin it rough, en craving us black bruthas wit big dicks. Looks
like they takin to you two nigger bruthas already; must be them big toad
stickers you be displayen I thinks.  How about you take em for da night,
shows em what ya do wit pretty white pussy-boys, and give em a good
workout. Just make sure you get em back here before 5:30am still in one
piece en without any visible marks on em that will show when they dressed."

Tyrone and Lamar looked at each other, smiled and Tyrone said, "Sweet deal
fer sure! Works for us Kobe!  I'll call you tomorrow! Just what we been
looking for alright -- some new pretty white bitch-boys should do the
trick, just what we be needen, get things hopping again tonight at "The
Leather Hut." Come on you two, times a wasting." He grabbed Michael by the
shoulder and Tyrone reached for Jamie, as Kobe unlocked the door and led
them all to the rear exit of the kitchen and out into the cooler air of a
summer evening in the Pacific Northwest state of Washington. They were led
to a huge new 1962 shinny black Lincoln Continental sedan with the
notorious suicide doors for entering the back seat. All the windows except
the windshield were tinted very dark lending total privacy from curious
eyes trying to look inside. Tyrone and Jamie got in the rear. Lamar put
Michael into the front and was soon in the driver's seat pushing buttons to
lock the doors and make them childproof so they couldn't be opened from any
of the inside door handles until unlocked by the driver. The electric
window controls were also disabled by the flip of a switch on the driver's
master control. Both Lamar and Tyrone immediately pulled some pills from
their pockets, spread the girl's mouths open and tossed them over their
tongues, quickly grabbing bottles of clear but odd tasting liquid from cup
trays and forcing them to swallow the pills. The guys spread their mouths
open wide again and ran their fingers around making sure they had both
swallowed the pills. The guys each lit up a reefer and passed it back and
forth between themselves and their captives. Soon, they were speeding down
the highway headed in the direction of Tacoma enjoying the music on the
radio and the air-conditioned air circulating inside the luxury sedan.

The girls were each handed the bottles containing the odd tasting liquid
and told to drink it all down, as it would relax them. By the time another
joint was aglow and passed back and forth between them, both Michael and
Jamie were settled back into the cushions with dreamy eyes swaying to the
music on the radio, cuddled up next to their guys and rubbing their hands
all over the guy's sexy abs, rubbing their nipples and squeezing the long
cocks snaked down the guys leather britches.

Lamar's thunderous base voice soon announced, "OK girls, this is gona be a
night to remember; time to shed your clothing, sandals and all, right down
to those cute little pink pussies. Fold em and put em on the floorboard
nice and neat. You won't need em where you're going tonight." Michael and
Jamie somewhat awoke from the stupors they seemed to be experiencing. They
hesitated, both attempting to comprehend what they had been told, until
they were grabbed by the hair, pushed slightly away from their captors and
bitch slapped lightly a couple of times to get their full
attention. Michael, in a daze asked, "Sorry, what did you say?" Lamar said,
"HE SAYS STRIP, EVERYTHING OFF - THE SANDALS TOO. FOLD EM AND PUT EM ON THE
FLOORBOARD IN A NICE NEAT PILE." When Lamar saw that they both had
jockstraps on he added, "Oh good! Leave on da jockstraps. Perfect! They
hide those little pink cocks, so if you dribble you won't be making a
sticky mess on the leather seats, just in da pouches."

Both Jamie and Michael seemed stoned already, having difficulty removing
and folding the clothing and placing it on the floorboards. Was it the
pills, the odd tasting liquid, or the marijuana that had them so fucked up
and delirious already? Michael was confused, restless and rubbing his jaw
where Lamar had struck him. Jamie was already being man handled in the back
seat by Tyrone. Tyrone had worked his leather pants open and was dressed
commando, without underwear over his hairy crotch. He instantly had his
cock and balls flopped out, holding Jamie by the hair with one hand feeding
his huge male endowment into Jamie's mouth. It wasn't as simple for Michael
though. Lamar flipped the steering wheel up to maximum height, grabbed
Michael by the hair and told him to unbutton and get his cock and balls out
and start working his tongue and lips over the massive black monster in his
leather britches. Lamar was also going commando making it a little easier
for Michael to work his huge cock and balls out and free of the clinging
damp leather material.

Michael let out a scream and muttered, "Oh my god, I can't get that big
thing in my mouth Lamar; it's bigger than anything I've ever had in my
mouth before. You must be kidding if you expect me to get my lips around
that giant hooded one eyed monster. Tell me you're kidding; please tell me
you're kidding!"

Lamar let out a big chuckle, then said, "Well ya better try bitch -- get
what ya can down! Practice girl, practice makes perfect, ya knows! Pull da
foreskin back en get to licking en suckin en soon it will find a way to get
where it wants to be. You best watch da teeth or I'll bitch slap ya silly
en loosen some of those pearly whites!" In the back seat, Jamie wasn't
complaining, quietly sucking down Tyrone's huge dick endowment, milking it
with his talented throat muscles like a real seasoned professional.

Lamar held Michael by the hair with one hand and pulled his face into his
groin to his mighty black python, making the comment, "Now suck it down ya
throat like a good cocksucker, milk it like a good little bitch.  Ya best
learn right now how to do it right for us big bruthas, or ya will get ya
face messed soon bitch. I know white boys all love big black dick, so get
to it girl, gets it down dat throat en milk it proper!"

Just as they were pulling into the packed parking lot of the bar, 'The
Leather Hut,' Jamie got a full load of Tyrone's nigger juice blasted down
his throat directly into his stomach. Lamar pulled to the back of the
building and parked in his reserved covered carport. After he stopped the
car he turned toward Michael and put his right leg up behind Michael on the
seat. He held Michael by the head and worked the Black Anaconda up and
down, over and over, until Michael was taking most of it down his
throat. Lamar said, "Fuck! Come on bitch - swallow it all! Ya ain't going
nowhere till ya learn to swallow it all right here, right now." He took
both hands and put them on the back of Michael's head, grasp his hair
tightly and started pounded his head down over the 14inch monster over and
over, forcing more and more down his throat until he had Michael's lips
buried in the coarse hair of his groin. He held Michael down until he
started to pound his fists against Lamar's abs for oxygen, then released
him just long enough to come up and get a lung full of air. Over and over
now, Lamar worked all 14inches up and down full length into Michael's
throat until he had a rhythm going that he found pleasurable. Lamar did
this over and over, finally releasing Michael's head and letting him do it
on his own. Lamar whispered, "Oh yea baby, ya finally got it right! It
won't be long baby and ya get da prize of des big dick feedin nigger jizz
right down ya tight throat to ya stomach. Squeeze those throat muscles,
swallow and make em ripple on my dick bitch. Oh yea, that's it girl." He
let out an earth shattering moan, stiffened, his legs began to shake
involuntarily and he shot four large blasts of hot jizz down Michael's
throat, pulled the huge mushroomed head back to his lips and shot three
more juicers over his tongue and taste buds. When he calmed, he pulled from
Michael and held him in place until Michael cleaned up the slobber and mess
he drooled on Lamar's cock, balls and in the coarse black hair of his
crotch, then said, "Now that how ya suck a big brutha's cock bitch. You
just needed a little incentive and help, that's all bitch! Ya do ok from
now on, or I give you another lesson!" He lifted Michael's head from his
lap where he was kissing and fondling his huge black dick, smiled, then
kissed him on the forehead and gave him a light bitch slap and said, "Ya
sure is a pretty one alright -- love da blond hair en soft white skin."

After Tyrone and Lamar put their huge endowments back in their leather
pants and buttoned up, Michael and Jamie were helped from the car. They
were so stoned and doped up they could hardly stand or walk.  They were
assisted through the back entrance to 'The Leather Hut,' into a corridor
leading forward until they reached a stairway off to the right that led up
to a second floor landing. They were carried up the stairs into a second
floor living quarters. The door was locked with a key so they couldn't
possibly escape, sat back down on their feet and bitch-walked down a
hallway to a large bathroom. Both captives were wobbly and needing support
as they were held over the toilet and told to pull their cocks out of the
jock pouch and drain their lizards. This accomplished, they were fed two
more different colored pills Tyrone pulled from the medicine cabinet and
two more bottles of the vile tasting liquid were opened and used to wash
the pills down, as before. They were made to chug down the balance of the
liquid in the bottles.

Jamie muttered, "What did you give us. I can hardly move my limbs, I'm
dizzy and really fucked up?"

Michael added, "Me too!"

Tyrone chuckled as he said, "Just a mild sedative en some magic pills
that's gona make ya two real horny- toads fer us tonight. Don't ya worry
none, cuss we er here to take care of ya now; just relax en enjoy da
attention yo be gettin." They were then stood upright and helped into the
bedroom right to the large California King bed and laid side by side on
their backs on the black leather like material covering the bed.  Both
Michael and Jamie were looking up but unable to move now as they watched
Tyrone and Lamar shed their boots, wife-beaters and leather pants. They
crawled in and lay next to them, rolled them over on their sides and began
rubbing their huge black bodies against them until the guys were with full
boners and depositing masses of pre-cum between the soft white moons of
Michael and Jamie's bubble buns. The girls were responding with lustful
moans and working their buns back against the large black appendages loving
the attention the guys were paying to their nipples.

Lamar reached up to the headboard and grabbed a bottle of Astroglide,
rolled Michael over on his stomach and poured a healthy amount into the
crack of his ass, worked some on to his own cock and passed it to Tyrone to
do the same to Jamie and his own cock. Lamar and Tyrone worked one, two,
three fingers quickly into their boy-bitches' bottoms, then lined up their
slippery monsters and quickly plunged the large mushroomed glands and fully
inflated heads in, stopping for just a moment after the heads popped in,
until Michael and Jamie got their breaths back, then quickly buried the
balance of their shafts up into them until the coarse black pubic hair was
rubbing against the smooth, soft, white skin of their two new soft white
skinned playmates.  Soon they were pounding ass with a furry and the girls
were responding like wanton whores to the wonderful feelings going on up
inside their well stuffed pussies. Jamie, the noted screamer of the two had
to be bitch slapped multiple times before he quieted down and just moaned
with the pleasures he was receiving from Tyrone's huge uncircumcised
endowment.

The girls loved the rough hands of their captors working over their swollen
nipples as they continued to be fucked, then they were repositioned with
their legs raised up over broad black sweating shoulders and pounded
relentlessly, constantly being administered amyl-nitrate so their pussies
would go spastically ballistic and involuntarily shudder, tremble, quiver
and convulse around the massive ebony anacondas swallowing their
insides. Wearing cock-rings as they were, Tyrone and Lamar were able to
fuck them for well over an hour, as the girls filled their jock pouches
many times with massive amounts of love juice, murmuring the names of their
captors over and over in lustful bliss. Finally, Tyrone burst his load and
sprayed it up into Jamie, soon followed by Lamar letting out a huge groan
and dumping a massive hot juicer up into Michael's cum depository. The guys
disconnected from their wenches, rolled over on their backs.

Lamar ordered, "OK bitches, get to work cleaning us up with those tongues."
Michael and Jamie loved doing this to big ebony sweaty bodies, first
cleaning up the mess left around the cock, balls and pubes, then up over
the abs, over the massive Pecs, around each nipple and finally the favorite
and most tasty spot of all, the dripping armpits with what seemed like
gallons of wonderful wet sweat captured in the longer coarse hair. The Pits
were filled with the strong scent of male pheromones that they both so
loved and craved often. When the four awoke from their short nap it was
going on to 9:30 pm. Tyrone and Lamar went into the bathroom and showered,
dressed and returned, helped the girls to their feet and ushered them into
the huge shower and told them to clean up good and use the douche
attachment and clean themselves up inside as well. Though quite wobbly and
dizzy on their feet, the girls were able to comply and soon staggered from
the bathroom to find Lamar and Tyrone in the bedroom sniffing lines of coke
with short straws.

Tyrone said, "Come over here girls. You want some too I bet! Make ya feel
like million dallah babies!" He laid out two more lines of the powder and
handed the straws toward Michael and Jamie.

Jamie held up his hand and said, "I've only done that once when I was
stationed back east. I think I'll pass, but thank you anyway for the
offer!"

Michael refused the straw and said, "I've never tried the stuff. I hear it
is very addictive, expensive, and I have no need to try it now. I'll do
just fine without too."

Tyrone said, "OK! That be fine with me, but you have no idea how fine you
feel if ya do just one line. Da nights young yet babes; there be plenty of
time to get some more action before da rooster crows. Ya bitches feel real
good about now too all ready fer some more nigger dick up those pretty
little asses, cuss dat what ya be gettin soon! We got big plans for ya
tonight -- ya be lovin all ya be getting tonight!"

Jamie said, "Yea, I could use more of your kind of rutting tonight
alright. How about you Michael -- you want some more too I bet?"

Michael answered, "Of course, it's only a little after 9:55 and that shower
and douche really revived me! I'm all primed and my ass tells me it wants
some more black dick tickling my fancy and getting me off more."

Lamar piped in with, "Well let's get ya all lubed up again for some more of
this fine nigger dick en we see what we can do for ya two horny toad white
bitches. Let's change partners this time Tyrone. I think I wants a go with
da redhead wit all da freckles des time." They sat on the edge of the bed
and pulled their bitches face down over their laps, removed their wet
jock-straps and threw the straps across the room into a large hamper of
dirty laundry. They worked more Astroglide up into their horny swollen pink
pussy lips.  Unbeknownst to either Michael or Jamie, they kept dipping
their fingers into the bowl of white coke powder each time they inserted a
wet finger into them, rubbing the powder all over the walls of their
intestines and over the sensitive prostrate gland. The girls were soon
begging for dick as before, only this time they were feeling gloriously
sexy, feminine and really craving cock and in need of a serious heavy anal
pounding. They both rose from their captor's laps with boners pressed up
against their tummies.

They ushered Michael and Jamie into the kitchen and popped two more pills
into their mouths, handed them another bottle each of the vile tasting
liquid, then lifted them up to sit on the tiled kitchen counter as they
told them to drink the full bottle of liquid again. As Michael and Jamie
nursed the vile liquid down, the guys played with their own cocks and
sucked and nibbled on the girl's nipples, until both were sporting huge
stiff boners, now visible and bouncing up and down when they moved. When
the liquid was all drank, the guys put the girl's legs around their waist,
their arms around their strong necks and pulled them forward until they
each slipped into their waist. They let the girls slowly descend down until
each pink rosebud full of black cock and they were settled firmly into the
masses of course black hair. Now mounted, they were carried over to an
adjacent bare wall so their backs were further supported and violently
fucked as the two guys literally chewed and bit on their shoulders, the
smooth white skin around their areolas, and constantly sensitive and
growing nipples. This time the guys were not wearing cock rings, but still
were able to support and hold the bitches up fucking them like wild beasts
for well over 15 minutes. When they couldn't hold back any longer, they
each let out a bellowing howl and sprayed another huge load of nigger jizz
up into their bitch slaves.

The girls begged for more pungtang, but were quickly lowered, lightly bitch
slapped and pinched hard on the ass a few times and told to cool it before
they got a good spanking with their leather belts until their asses were
crimson red and hot to the touch. They were each fitted with a clean dry
jock strap to cover their boners. The girls then watched as Tyrone pulled
something made of shinny metal out of a cabinet. When they saw they were
shackles they both tried to bolt for the door, but wobbled and fell to
their knees unable to run or walk again. Minutes later they were fitted
around their ankles. The shackles had a short length of chain connecting
their ankles making it virtually impossible for them to run or walk
normally if they could.  It was all they could do now with assistance from
their captors to shuffle along as the door was unlocked, they were lifted
and carried down the stairs and placed back on their feet in the
corridor. They were ushered further along the corridor toward the front of
the building and guided through a swinging door into the center of 'The
Leather Hut.'

The music was blasting and some 50 to 60 guys, mostly bikers filled the
bar. Very few were accompanied by women. The place was cooking for a Monday
night, most with hot leather clad bodies. Some with their women, but all
were carrying on and having a good time. The majority were standing at the
bar or sitting at tables, all talking, drinking and having a great time. It
was a hard liquor bar, but most were sucking beer out of mugs or downing
boiler-makers, dropping shot glasses filled with hard liquor down into
their full beer mugs and chugging it down quickly, them pounding the empty
mug back on the bar and letting out huge burps and bursting into laughter
with their buddies. A good 60% of the guys were Black or mixed
Black/Hispanic or Black/White. The remainder was mostly White, with a
couple of Asians, and a few American Indians and half-breeds. It was a
mixture of hardened biker dudes displaying their club emblems, hard muscled
bodies, tattoos, many with bulging crotches and longshoremen with bulging
muscles, looking like they came directly from the shipyards, the warehouses
or their workplace dressed either in tee-shirts and denim or flannel
shirts, baggy work britches and hard toed work boots. The ages varied from
mid- twenties to mid-fifties, but most were probably in their mid thirties
to mid forties. The black guys that did have women with them had mostly
white younger blond women hanging on them, not to say there were not some
with black girls too. There were a few couples dancing on a raised dance
platform near the back of the large room to western music blaring from a
colorfully lighted Wurlitzer jute-box. There were four bartenders - two
black, one white and one of mixed black/Hispanic, possibly Cuban blood.

As Michael and Jamie were led shuffling into the center of the large room
clad in only their jock-straps, shivering with embarrassment, but still
displaying definite wood in their pouches to the extent that the head of
Michael's larger cock was peeking out over the top of his waistband and
oozing pre-cum down over the cotton material of the pouch. Both had their
eyes looking down at the floor until Tyrone popped them both hard on the
ass with a leather strap and told them to raise their heads and look sexy
and straight ahead into the crowd.

Tyrone announced, "These two luscious, cream of the crop white boys are
here special tonight as our special guests fur our pleasure en
enjoyment. They will be joining our regulars in the 'Pleasure Playroom'
next door after we circulate em among you so ya can see what beautiful
specimens they truly is. Each has been fully tested by yours truly en
Lamar, and is well skilled in delivering both oral and anal pleasures. If
you choose to experience the talents they each possess, we only ask that ya
not damage da merchandise or leave tattle-tale marks on them that can be
visible when they fully dressed, cuss they both be in the military.  Please
feel free to fondle their soft white skin en feel their fine silky
hair. The pretty blond names Michael, da stunning redhead Jamie. Ain't they
eye-candy guys? Be aware that they both especially like the Big Bruthas en
you big white guys with big dicks, tattoos and muscles that likes to play
rough. Both be totally capable of servicing your sexual need. The usual
rules apply, of course.  Now enjoy 15 minutes of inspecting their sexy
bodies. Please realize that da fees for either will be a bit more than our
regular pleasure givers across da alley at the 'Pleasure Playhouse,' but
I'm sure ya will find it money well spent to spend some quality time with
these very special white bitch-boys."

The bruthas wasted no time as they circled Michael and Jamie, feeling their
soft white skin, sniffing and running their black fingers through their
silky soft fine hair, tweaking their sensuous nipples and running a finger
up into their anus making them stand on their tip-e-toes, some even lifting
them up with one hand with a finger up inside them massaging their
prostrates, making them even more lustful than they were already from the
pills and coke that was already working on their nervous system. One of the
big black bruthas pulled his huge cock out and rubbed it up and down
between Michael's bubble buns, actually entered him and was fucking him
flat out until Lamar saw what he was doing and rushed over and grabbed the
guy by his balls and pulled him out of Michael. He scolded the big guy
before releasing him, but Michael began to follow the big guy around the
room wanting more of his cock, grabbing for his equipment until Lamar
grabbed him, bitch slapped him and led him away from the big guy. Tyrone
had to lift Jamie up off his knees three times, give him a smack on the ass
with the leather strap, when he observed him busily sucking cock that was
constantly being presented to him to squeeze and fondle.

When the fifteen minutes was up, it took Tyrone, Lamar and two of the big
bartenders that jumped to assist to get the guys away from Michael and
Jamie so they could be escorted out a side door, through the alleyway to an
unmarked door on the adjoining building. The 'Pleasure Playroom' managers
immediately came forward and greeted Tyrone and Lamar. Michael and Jamie
were introduced to Jemarcus and Deannas, a black couple and resident
managers, then lined up with the other whores that were not already with a
customer consisting of two young black women in their early 20's, both with
large breasts and wide asses, two white teenage blond girls about 18 and
19, two very cute young Hispanic boys, one about 16, the other younger at
about 14. They looked to be brothers. There were two young black boys, one
about 16 and the other very effeminate and about 19. The final two were
young white boys, both very young and very blond. One was about 13, barely
into adolescence, the other a pre-adolescent, about 9 or10.  Jamie and
Michael were told that they would be working here for the balance of the
night. They were instructed that if a customer came to their cubicle with a
yellow ticket they only got a blowjob, a blue tag represented anal sex and
bright red was a blowjob and anal sex. They were told after each customer
they were to clean up their cubicle, replace the sheet and dirty towels,
jump in the shower and douche if they had been fucked, but always shower
after every customer, then return to the holding area where they could be
viewed by the new customers. It was impressed on them to get the customers
off as quickly as possible, as time was money in this business. Once they
were picked, they were to escort the customer to their cubicle, take the
ticket from him and drop it in the slotted box near the entrance and
service the customer. The playroom was quite large, broken down into
separate small cubicles with walls going up only about eight feet under the
high ceilings of the high ceiling in this warehouse building. The cubicles
ran down both sides off a corridor behind the main viewing room. Each small
cubicle containing a single bed fitted with a white sheet, mirrors on two
walls and a drape on the doorway lending a bit of privacy for the
occupants. Overhead indirect low wattage light filtered down above the
corridor of cubicles. There was a shelf containing a couple of clean white
towels, Astroglide, rubbers and poppers. Pegs hung on one wall for
customers to hang their clothing.  Tyrone pointed to a red button near the
head of the bed and said if they were having difficulty with a customer to
push it and they would get immediate help from Jemarcus and another big
bouncer that stayed in attendance for such purposes during business
hours. Their jocks and shackles were removed and they were both seated with
the others to start servicing paying customers that were already lining up
waiting to try out the new white boys they had obviously viewed at the bar
next door at 'The Leather Hut.'

The customers were lined up for both Michael and Jamie well after the bar
closed at 2:00am. The 'Pleasure Playroom' had an unmarked entrance in the
alley with only a small blue light bulb above the doorway into the building
so most people entering the alleyway would think it was an exit door from a
warehouse. There was absolutely nothing to indicate it was the main entry
to a brothel. However, just inside the doorway, customers were checked out
by a big bouncer before they were allowed through a second door into the
brothel. Once inside, the room bustled with activity. The business hours
and pricing were posted. It was open from 9:00pm until 4:00am Monday thru
Friday morning, Opened again at 2:00pm on Friday afternoons through 7:00am
Saturday mornings, then opened again on Saturdays afternoons at 2:00pm
until 6:00am on Sunday morning. They opened again Sunday at 1:00pm until
Monday at 4:00am.

Once put into service, both Jamie and Michael were kept well doped up and
horny, tripping in live Technicolor having each been given a half-tab of
Mescaline, a hallucinogenic drug extracted from the button-shaped nodules
on the stem of the peyote, and kept from falling asleep and wide awake on
amphetamines (uppers) until closing time. Each time they were given pills,
they had to drink another full bottle of the vile tasting liquid in the
bottles. They each were having the time of their life servicing the rough
masculine guy's sexual needs right up until closing time at 4:00am. Some of
the big bruthas and white dock workers got really rough with them, leaving
them with welts and big black and blue marks on their bodies, before they
were able to push the red button and get assistance from Jemarcus and the
big bouncer dude that took care of the unruly, mean and drunken
customers. Thank goodness the marks on the two were located where they
could be well hidden by clothing when all was over for the night. However,
they were both so spaced out all they wanted was to be with a man, held and
feeding on juicy cock cum or having their bottoms ravished constantly by a
big hard cock and sniffing the smell of sweaty males and dripping armpits.

Tyrone and Lamar showed up at 4:00am with Michael and Jamie's clothing,
ushered them into their cubicles and ravished them again with their huge
Black Pythons. Michael of course was again made to swallow Lamar's whole
cock until he was well able to take it all before his bottom was pleasured
as the main event. Jamie, of course had no problem taking any size cock,
but was also made to suck Lamar's full 14 inches before he too was allowed
the pleasure of it up into his honey pot. They were still higher than a
kite as they were each then repeatedly fucked by Jemarcus, the big black
bouncer and the seedy skinny black guy that manned the main entrance before
they were taken to the shower, douched well and showered before they were
taken to a separate anti-room and any cuts, abrasions or black and blues
were tended to by Deannas and helped to dress. Jemarcus and the big bouncer
dude came back into the room and took them back into the main viewing room
where all the other prostitutes were seated awaiting their earned
compensation for the nights work.

It came as a total surprise to Michael and Jamie that they would get paid
for their services. The tickets were all tallied up individually for the
total amount each had earned for the night. They were each paid a
percentage of that total amount. All were paid cash on the spot, and
Michael was handed $250 and Jamie $280 by Jemarcus for their
percentage. Michael and Jamie were made to drink another bottle of the vile
tasting liquid, then Tyrone and Lamar ushered them to the Continental and
drove them back to their barracks on base. They were both handed a few
uppers and a few downers and told to take the uppers to keep them awake if
they began to fade during that day at work, and that the downers were to be
taken at night to help them relax so they could sleep at the end of the
workday. Tyrone told both Michael and Jamie if they started hurting with
cramps and became sweaty and nervous, they should drink a few gulps from
the six bottles they were handed in a large paper bag. They were told the
vile liquid was the same as they were given all night long when taking
pills or needing liquids to keep from getting dehydrated. He told them it
would settle them down and make them feel good again if they got to
hurting, and further told them if they really got to hurting before Friday
evening to call them and Lamar would drive Deannas over to the base to give
them something stronger that would settle them right down, as they should
now be well hooked on the strong narcotic contained in the bottles they had
been chugging down all night.

He informed them that they now belonged to him and they would need the
narcotic from now on to keep from getting the shakes, cramps, sweats and
all the symptoms associated with drug addiction. Tyrone made them each
drink another full bottle each of the liquid, gave them their phone numbers
again to both their bar and their private phone upstairs in their living
quarters, and informed them they would be their new additions at the
'Pleasure Playhouse,' and would be working regularly from now on Friday
nights, Saturdays and Sunday afternoons now that they were junkies and
their pussy-boys and would soon learn they had to do anything he wanted
them to do to get more of the addictive narcotic when they ran out. The
reality of what they were being told really didn't register as yet, as
Michael and Jamie shook their heads in wonderment, still spaced out on
drugs and excited of the fact that they were both over $200 dollars richer
and still up and feeling like they were flush with money and could service
the entire male population in Tacoma if given the opportunity. In fact they
thanked both Tyrone and Lamar and begged then to come up into Sarge's room
so they could suck on their big juicy cocks again because there was plenty
of time before the bell rang for them to get up and ready for Tuesday's
breakfast and another day at their Army jobs.

Tyrone and Lamar did help them up to Sarge's room, striped them nude of
their clothing again, made them drink another bottle of the narcotic and
fucked them roughly for another 30 minutes before they sprayed their jizz
up into their new male prostitute's pussies. Tyrone sent Lamar down to the
car for four more bottles of the narcotic, as Tyrone stood and watched
Jamie and Michael 69ing on Sarge's bed. He got all horny watching them
going at it with each other again. He got excited and whipped out his huge
salami and pulled Jamie's head to his dick and was power stroking his
throat when Lamar returned with the additional bottles of narcotic. Quickly
Lamar was stroking himself watching, then released his huge dick from his
pants, grabbed Michael's head and started long dicking his throat again
until he sent another cum deposit straight down into Michael's
stomach. Tyrone stiffened shortly after as Jamie milked another huge juicer
out of him right down his talented throat. Tyrone and Lamar wiped their
sticky dicks with a towel, buttoned up and left as Michael and Jamie went
right back to 69ing each other even before Tyrone and Lamar left. It wasn't
long and the bell rang for them to rise and shine to start another Tuesday
on base going through the daily routines of Army life.

That day at work, even with the uppers they took that morning, they both
could hardly stay awake on the job. At lunchtime neither was feeling good
as they sat eating together. After they finished lunch and were sitting
talking about what a good time they had the night before with Tyrone and
Lamar they both began to get cramps and began to sweat and ache all
over. They looked at each other and made a mad dash outside to get into the
fresh air as quickly as possible, remembering vaguely what Tyrone had told
them about the narcotic they had been introduced to in such large quantity
the night before. By the time they both got permission from their bosses to
take the afternoon off and met up in Sarge's room they were really
cramping, sweating and feeling like they were being punched and
beaten. Even their bones and teeth ached.  It got so bad they decided to
take a few swigs from one of the bottles Tyrone said contained the narcotic
that he said they would be addicted to already to see if it was true. Sure
enough, within a few minutes they were both feeling much better.  They knew
now they were indeed addicted to the narcotic in the liquid as Tyrone had
told them Tuesday morning before he and Lamar went back into Tacoma. They
knew if they were indeed addicted to the shit their lives would certainly
be dominated and controlled by Tyrone and Lamar and they would be swiftly
turned into bigger junkies working as male prostitutes in their Tacoma
brothel. They also realized they had to either stop cold turkey and suffer
through withdrawals straight away or wean themselves off the stuff slowly
or they were doomed to lead a life of total servitude to an addiction that
would force them both to whore and who knows what else for Tyrone and
Lamar.

They agreed they would lock the vile liquid up in an empty foot locker they
found and brought to Sarge's room and chained closed containing all the
bottles of narcotic. The foot locker was double padlocked so it took the
key from both of them to open. Now they were assured that neither of them
could get to the narcotic without the other present, so neither of them
could cheat. By the time they ate dinner that evening they were both with
cramps, sweating profusely and feeling quite bad again. They suffered, but
lasted until about 8:00pm before they were into the locker taking little
sips on the liquid until they felt a bit better. The little they each took
at that time only lasted until about 10:00pm, at which time they unlocked
the footlocker again and took a little less of the liquid than they had
taken previously. By morning they had it worked out just how much they
would need to get them through the day, so they measured out that amount
for each of them and put it in two flasks that they each carried with them
to work. By sipping small measured amounts during the day they were able to
gradually reduce their need. The withdrawal system they devised seemed to
be working for them as they slowly reduced their intake, so by Thursday
they were down to just a few sips three times a day to get them through
without too much pain and agony.

They kept the footlocker chained and locked, but each carried the small
flask containing just enough to get them through each day, right up to
Friday. By Friday at noon they were only taking four small sips each of the
narcotic from their flasks. They rushed through lunch, went to the payphone
and called Tyrone collect, person to person, told him they had fun Monday
night and Tuesday morning with he and Lamar, but really were not interested
in being turned into junkies and forced to work for him on weekends or ever
in their house of ill-repute. When they explained that Sarge and Rolf,
their boyfriends, would be returning from temporary duty Monday of the
following week and it would be impossible for them to work weekends after
that anyway, the tone of Tyrone's voice changed and he told them they had
to be in misery and hurting real bad if they hadn't been taking the
narcotic, and when they ran out they would be begging him for more to stop
the cramps, sweats and pain they would start suffering. He told them he and
Lamar would be by at 7:00pm to collect their asses to work over the weekend
in the 'Pleasure Playhouse' and they better be ready and waiting in the
mess hall with Kobe when they arrived. Jamie was the one on the phone
talking with Tyrone at the time. He told Tyrone he and Michael were not at
all happy that they were given coke and hallucinogenic drugs and the liquid
narcotic and what ever else they had been given in the vile tasting bottles
or the other pills that made them crazy with lust and unable to walk and
function normally, all without their consent or knowledge. After nearly
fifteen minutes talking to an insistent and cocky Tyrone, claiming he owned
them and they would be begging for more narcotic when they ran out, Jamie
lost his cool and finally told Tyrone to fuck off and hung up the phone on
him.

Jamie and Michael immediately went to the kitchen, took Kobe into his
office and told him the full details of what had happened with them Monday
night with Tyrone and Lamar and about the phone conversation they just had
with Tyrone. They never mentioned the fact that they had already nearly
weaned themselves of the nasty drug habit, guessing Kobe and possibly
Selvon had a hand in what had happened to them. After they spilled their
guts to him, sure enough, Kobe told them they were fools not to work for
Tyrone and Lamar if they could make the kind of money he said they could
earn, at least over the weekend before Sarge and Rolf returned from
Temporary Duty. Both Michael and Jamie were a bit miffed at Kobe's remark,
after what they had explained what happened to them Monday night,
especially after given the narcotic they were started on. Kobe just
shrugged his shoulders like it was no big thing before he turned and
started to walk back into the kitchen. Then he stopped and turned back
facing them and added, "Oh, by the way, Tyrone just called me a few minutes
ago. He told me to make sure you two cracker assed pussy- boys are around
at exactly 7:00pm tonight after supper, right here in the mess hall, cuss
he en Lamar really pissed en comin' bye to take you two back to Tacoma for
the entire weekend again."

Jamie looked at Michael and they both chuckled then turned back dead
serious facing Kobe. Jamie looked right into Kobe's eyes and said, "Yea!
Sure! It's pretty obvious you got a big stake in getting us hooked up and
whoring for those two Mother-Fuckers. You just call Tyrone right back now
and tell him to back off and leave us alone or there will be hell to pay,
as I already left a letter with two friends with instructions to turn them
over to the First Sergeant and Company Commander if we disappear or are
messed up over the weekend. The information I put in those letters will
cook there asses big time, have the authorities in Tacoma on their asses
pronto. We never want to see or hear from Tyrone or Lamar again. You hear!
As for you Kobe, when Sarge and Rolf get back Tuesday he can deal with you
himself after we tell him the whole story and the hand you played in
getting us hooked up with those mother-fucking dopers. And to think you
been passing yourself off as Sarge's friend all this time! We might be no
good worthless Cracker Assed White Pussy-Boys to you Kobe, but we certainly
are not going to be turned into junkies and two bit male prostitutes now or
ever for those two hoods or for your gain either! Now you best get on that
phone and tell Tyrone what I just said fucker, because if he and Lamar show
up to abduct us again tonight, the shit will hit the fan big time for you
three Mother-Fuckers when I don't check in with my friends that hold the
letters with the incriminating information off and on during the weekend!"
He and Michael turned and started to walk away leaving Kobe standing
glaring at them with hateful eyes clutching his fists.

They expected Kobe to make a retaliatory move against them, but he just
stood there and watched them walk out of the kitchen headed back to their
respective jobs for the rest of the afternoon. Kobe knew his goose was
cooked if he didn't make the call to Tyrone before their expected arrival
that evening to abduct Michael and Jamie again for the weekend and get them
hooked further on possible even heavier drugs than they had already been
subjected to, so they could be turned into junkies and manipulated into
becoming full time members of their profitable prostitute operation.

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