Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 18:47:20 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: gangbanging shemar moore -8

This story is a work of fiction. The celebrities depicted are pure
fantasy. This series was inspired by "Vraxis" at (VRAXIS@hotmail.com).
The characters, and story concepts are derived from HIS 2003 series
"gangbanging Mario Lopez". I continue this adaptation with his
permission.
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GANGBANGING SHEMAR MOORE
Chapter -8

***MORNING EPIPHANY***

Shemar awoke naked in his own bed. His body was stiff all over, he
groaned from the pleasant ache erupting throughout his numbing innards.
He recalled being fucked last night by some of Viper's boiz. Several of
them taking turns fucking him and TV's WB "Smallville" star -Tom Welling,
for hours. He looked over to the right of the bed to find Tom still
asleep, his naked body still twitching from the pounding they received by
the hands of Viper's men the night before.
Shemar inched over to him, getting a better look as he slept. Shemar
noticed dried cum tracks all over Tom's gorgeous body, including his face
and around his pretty lips where he missed swallowing all the semen shot
in his mouth. Shemar reached out and touched the sleeping beauty, even
asleep he saw beautiful.

"Wha...what's going on...?" asked Tom, awaking suddenly. He felt Shemar's
hands in his sleep, and thought he was in the mist of another brutal anal
fuck.

"Calm down Tom, it's just me...Shemar."
Welling's began to breathe a sigh of relief, throwing his head back on
the pillow. His body was physically exhausted, he was grateful for the
rest as he thought his attackers had come back for more. In the weeks
they'd been fucking him regularly, he'd never handled more than 3 at a
time, last night he and Shemar had to host 10 fuckers, all with big dicks
up to and over 8 inches in length. His body still ached severely from the
fucking, and needed some more time to recover from the on going assault.
He never had this problem before while fucking females. Tom had always
considered himself pretty robust when it came to his sexual prowess with
women. It was usually THEM begging for a break, calling him a sexoholic
and telling him he needed help. Now Tom found himself on the receiving
end of cock, and able to relate to the complaints he heard coming from
women about their men. He was still coming to grips with his new reality,
when he suddenly felt Shemar's hand inching across his body in
exploration.

"Hey, what are you doing Shemar?" he asked, startled by the advances.

"Relax Tom, I'm just...getting to know you." smiled Shemar, infectiously.
He reached down and grabbed Tom by his growing penis and squeezed it
gently.

"Don't..." squirmed Tom, pulling away. Shemar followed him across the
bed.

"Why not?" he asked, grabbing at the hardened cock.

"Please..." begged Tom, trying to wiggle away. "...I really don't go that
way. I'm straight."

"In Hollywood? Please!" snickered Moore, ignoring Tom's pleas.

"This is wrong, Shemar. We shouldn't be doing this." continued Tom.

"We did a LOT more than this last night." reminded Moore, still holding
Tom's dick.

"We were FORCED to get fucked last night. Being forced, and fucking
willingly, are two different things!" argued Tom, holding strong to his
hetero-roots.

"Maybe so, but do you think those guys out there are gonna care one way
or the other if you consider yourself gay or straight? Did Viper ASK you
if you were gay or not? Did he ask you for your permission before he
fucked you, or did he just bend you over and shove his big fat dick up
your ass?" Tom flinched at the memory of Viper roughly shoving him to the
mensroom floor at his movie premiere, and forcibly shoving his 10"
monster dong ball deep into his unsuspecting rectum. He could still feel
the results of that night, and many others since. "Exactly. So since we
have no choice in when or where we get fucked, I say we just enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" asked Tom, looking at Shemar in disbelief. "You...you enjoy
Viper sticking his cock up your ass?" he asked in astonishment, his hard
dick still being toyed with between Moore's fingers.

"Hell yeah!" excited Shemar. "Don't you?"
Tom hesitated.

"I...I wouldn't say I ENJOY it..."

"But you are getting used to it?" asked Moore, having seen Tom whore
himself on too many dicks last night to fully believe the young man
didn't like it on some level.

"Well, Viper and his men have been fucking me each and everyday since we
met. So I'd say -yeah, I'm getting used to it." agreed Tom, reluctantly.

"Well, there's no reason why you shouldn't be getting something out of it
yourself. I mean, since we have no choice but to give in to their demands
or have them expose us publicly, why not just give in and enjoy it?
What's the harm in that? I mean, are they going to fuck you any
differently because you get a hardon? I don't think so."

"True." agreed Tom, knowing he had little choice in the matter anyway.
"So what will I have to do?" he asked, watching Shemar's head lean over
his crotch.

"Just relax..." offered Moore, taking the tip of Tom's 7-inch man into
his mouth.
Tom moaned, laying his head back on the pillow. This was the first time
anyone had touched his dick, that wasn't roughly trying to wrench it off
with their bare hands.

Shemar's mouth felt like heaven. Tom closed his eyes and thought back to
the last woman he slept with. He recalled her soft face, her beautiful
breasts, her succulent cunt, and her round buttock. He remembered kissing
her, tasting her all over. He stuck his dick in her mouth, then gently
wormed it in her pussy, fucking her with hot gentlemanly strokes until he
finally came in her moist vagina. He day dreamed this as he felt Shemar's
mouth quickly devour him in one gulp. Suddenly his memories switched, and
it was HIM on the receiving end of cock. HE was the one sucking dick, and
having it shoved not so gentlemanly up his ass. He recalled how the stiff
hard cock moved in and out of him with a life of its own, how the
soft/hard organic texture surprised his interior as his captive fucked
him harder than he'd ever fucked any woman in his entire life. Tom
recalled looking up into the face of his rapist, and seeing the ever
changing face of black male after black male; -Viper, Ox, Ormel, Dondre,
Rahiem, DeMarko, Devlin, Brick, Bilal, Nakier, and Ralpheal, had all been
inside him at one point or another, taking his masculinity and his
manhood with each new cock jammed into his male pussie. Each man that
fucked him and came inside him, killed his male spirit a little more. He
had become their male whore, their cum dump...they could fuck him any
place, any time they pleased, disregarding him and his decision. His
opinion nolonger mattered to them, all he was was a vessel for their hard
cocks to tunnel through, and cum in. He was reduced to nothing more than
a cum deposit, and the thought of it had his dick suddenly spurting gush
after hot salty gush of rich creamy white cum into Shemar's choking
throat.

"ARRHHH...!!" groaned Tom, his body jerking and convulsing as he filled
Shemar's mouth with his fruits.
Shemar quickly ate the plentiful load, enjoying his first protein shake
of the day. He swallowed the hot cum, then sucked at the sweet cock for
more. Tom was a handsome white man, he reminded Shemar of some of the
guys from his school when he was still a youth, the ones he used to suck
off after class -just to be their friend. Shemar pulled his mouth from
the hard cock, and lay back to savor the flavor on his lips. He was just
about to ask Tom if he'd like to return the favor, when the bedroom doors
suddenly popped open.


***MORNING FUCK SESSION***

"Rise and shine sleeping beauties, time for your morning sexercise!"
Tom and Shemar watched wide eyes as all 10 men from last night's
festivities piled into the room. Shemar saw 10 morning hardons leading
the way, and knew he and Tom were in for another all niter.

"C'mere Bitch, I been thinkin bout YOU all nite!" said Dondre, grabbing
at Shemar's ankles and pulling him down to the edge of the bed. He
roughly pushed Moore's legs upward, doubling him in half as he exposed
his wet, well fucked asshole to the room. Without even bothering to lube
up, Dondre aimed his cock up to Moore's hole and shoved in. Shemar
grunted painfully at the rough entry, but took it like a man. Dondre set
a hard pace, fucking into Shemar with the full length of his shaft. "Damn
this Bitch got good pussie!" he exclaimed, fucking him wildly.

"Bitch gotta good mouth too." said Ox, moving in toward Shemar's face.
Shemar looked up at him with a sudden fear in his eyes. The recent memory
of Ox nearly suffocating him with that over sized animal cock in the back
of Viper's Hummer was still fresh on his mind. Ox had fucked Shemar's
mouth, cutting off his breathing passages, until he finally decided to
cum down his throat. By that time, Shemar was lite headed and nearly
unconscious from a lack of oxygen. Now he was positioning himself above
Moore's torso, aiming his dick down to his lips. Shemar reluctantly
opened his mouth to allow the cock in. Ox slide in, sinking his dick all
the way into Moore's mouth in one long stroke.

Beside them, Tom Welling was being man handled on the other side of the
bed. Blatino born DeMarko had already fallen in love with Welling's sweet
white ass last night after fucking him for the first time. He fucked the
pretty white "gringo" 2 times last night, sending one hot heaping load of
spanish juice up his ass, and the other down his throat. Now he lined his
achingly hard morning erection up with the man's tiny asshole, and
quickly shoved himself in without the least thought to Tom's discomfort.
Tom screamed in pain as the cock tore through him. He knew he had no
choice but to take it, as Viper had made it perfectly clear that his TV
career would be over if he refused any of them service. In essence he had
become the blackmen's slave, he either did what they wanted when they
wanted however they wanted it, or receive retribution. Tom didn't want to
see his career shattered, so he took whatever the men shoved into him,
trying to do as Shemar suggested -and enjoy it.
Balil saw Marko move towards Welling's ass, and decided to take up
residence at the actor's mouth. He waited until DeMarko decided a
position, then moved in to help fill the fallen celebrity at both ends.
Tom saw the teenager coming to him with his swinging hardon. DeMarko had
Welling on his back, fucking his dick in and out of his sore hole when
Balil came over and aimed his dick down at his lips. Tom was groaning
from the fucking, unable to adapt to it as quickly as Shemar had to his
ass fucker. Balil lowered his dick into Tom's mouth, turning his groans
into moans.

Tom felt the cock moving into his mouth, and sealed his lips around the
hard shaft. He sucked it, feeling it slip back and forth through his lips
as DeMarko continued to fuck him. Tom couldn't help feeling like a piece
of used meat between the two men. They treated him like a piece of
property, not as an equal. Not a man with a life and a mind of his own.
They never gave Tom the impression he had a say in anything they did to
him. If they wanted to fuck him, they did. If they wanted their dicks
suck, he did it. No "if's', "ands", or "buts" about it.

Dondre loved fucking first thing in the morning, it was his favorite time
of day sexually. For him there was nothing better than dumping hot load
into a juicy ass just before the morning alarm clock sounded. And no one
had a better ass to fuck than the talented whore of day time TV -Shemar
Moore. He fucked himself in and out of that loose fitting cum slick
celebrity asshole, picking up speed as he went along. He'd been secretly
pining for Moore for years, and now he had the handsome half breed
exactly where he always wanted him, on the receiving end of his 7 and 1/2
inch fuck stick. He rammed his dick in and out of Shemar's ass with ever
increasing speed, plunging his dick into the wet receptive hole he'd
already lost so many loads to within the last 24 hours. He loved hearing
Shemar moan as he fucked him. He loved watching his body react everytime
he pushed his dick forward into his ass-cunt. He knew Shemar didn't have
any true feeling for him, as far as Moore was concerned it could've been
anyone fucking him, he'd react just the same. He was a whore at heart, it
wasn't the man that got him off, it was the DICK. But that didn't keep
Dondre from enjoying the fuck anyway. For him love was fleeting, it was
always more headache than it was worth. But SEX was a different story.
Dre had fucked his fair share of mens asses, with Shemar's being at the
very TOP of the list. He could fuck Moore indefinitely, and never tire of
it. He pounded down into the sexy ass until he felt his dick start to
throb, then shoot a nightly build up of fresh seed into Moore's gamey
bowels, losing all of his essence in a wave of heated spurts.

Dre let his dick soak in Shemar's anal pussy for a moment, before
removing it for the next dick. What he really wanted to do was lay in it
and fall asleep until he hardened again for another go round, but he knew
he had 9 other hardons standing behind him waiting for a chance to fuck
some star cunt too. He pulled his softening dick from his favorite
celeb's ass, and stepped aside. Shemar was still getting his face and
throat fucked by the human Ox, when Rahiem climbed aboard and shoved his
dick inside.
Shemar groaned around the throat full of cock cutting off his breath as
Rahiem started an immediate pounding of his ass. He watched Ox hold his
dick deep down in Shemar's throat, amazed that the actor could hold his
breath as long as he could. He saw Moore's throat muscles working the
length of the dick, causing Ox to grind his pelvis down into the man's
face harder. Rahiem didn't stop fucking Shemar's ass until he felt his
dick start to pulse uncontrollably.

"Oh shit!" called the thug, miscalculating Moore's anal ability as he
pumped a freshly made batch of sperm into the man's well fucked ass.
Shemar was barely aware that his cunt was being refilled as he was on the
verge of unconsciousness as Ox continued to grind his cock around deep in
Moore's throat. After several minutes of deep grinding, he pulled back
with his hips to withdraw his thick penis. He fucked back and forth into
Shemar's gasping mouth with short strokes, before sinking his enormous
prod all the way back down. Shemar felt the cock burrowing its way back
down into his stuffed gullet, just as another ass fucker climbed up
between his legs to fuck his butt. Devlin pushed his hardon into Moore's
cum dripping ass just as Ox was cutting off his air supply.

Not far away, Balil watched Welling's sweet pink lips suck up and down
his dick. He held the man by the head, guiding it back and forth as he
fucked into his open mouth with short strokes. He saw Tom's mouth leave
wet spit tracks along his shaft. He could feel the man's tongue licking
at the belly of his dick as he sucked. Balil had seen the cute man of
steel's television commercials over the last few years, but had never
actually seen the show until after he'd fucked him for the first time. He
thought it was hilariously ironic that Welling played this quiet man with
unmatched power and conviction, yet give his boy-cunt up to them without
so much as raising his voice in protest. It was amazing what images
television put out, confusing people into thinking certain celebrities
are righteous, courageous, thoughtful or humanitarians, when really what
they are were just as confused and fucked up as the rest of us.
Balil felt his dick start to throb as he continued to watch the pink lips
eat up his dick. This was the first time he'd been sucked by a caucasian,
and he really liked watching his black dick slide in and out of their
pink mouths and pussies. He lost his load when Tom looked up at him.
Their eyes locked for a minute while Tom was getting his ass plowed by
DeMarko. Marko was fucking Tom's butt pussy hard, ramming his dick in and
out of his cunt with long deep strokes. Each thrust of his hips caused
Tom to grunt around Balil's dick. DeMarko was really going to town on
Tom's ass, fucking him harder and deeper as the minutes ticked by slowly.
When he started to groan, he shoved his dick all the way up inside Tom's
anal roost, -and came. Tom's eyes bulged from the added depths, as he
stared up into Balil's eyes dreamily. Balil heard DeMarko's groans when
he came inside Tom's butt, giving the young actor's asshole an inner cum
bath which flooded his bowels with a steamy deluge of blatino sperm.
Bilal started to groan himself, doing the same exact thing to Tom's
mouth, shooting a full night's worth of hot semen onto Tom's tongue at
that very precise moment. Tom felt the cum pumping into his mouth and his
ass at the same time, making him moan in satisfaction, knowing he had
satisfied both men. He swallowed Balil's cum, then continued to suck
until Bilal finally decided to remove his cock. He and DeMarko exited
Tom's body at the same time, leaving both of his holes empty and
strangely craving for more. Tom lay back on the bed, waiting for the next
man to come forward and fuck him. It was during that moment that he
scanned the room to see who his next fucker might be. He saw several men
standing around with their hardon in hand; Brick, Ralphael, Nakier, and
Ormel to be precise. They seemed to be trying to decide who would go
next. Tom knew he had no choice but to accept whatever the men had
planned for him. That's when Welling decided to take Shemar's advice, and
simply enjoy it. He was just making up his mind to that concession, when
he suddenly heard someone say; "let's let HIM decide".

"Who do you want to fuck you next?" asked someone. Tom looked bewildered.

"You...you guys...want ME to decide who fucks me next?" he asked, unsure
of the question.

"Yeah."
Tom thought the question was ludicrous. He was a straight man. What
straight man decides who rapes him? This was another ploy of theirs to
break his spirit, to show him that he had no control over what happens to
him. Even with the illusion that he had control to pick his next
attacker, he had no power to call the attacks off all together. Rather he
picked the next fucker or not, he was going to get fucked.
The four men lined up together shoulder to shoulder. Tom scanned each
man, their faces, their bodies, their dicks, personalities. He recalled
how each guy performed, how they fucked him, rather they were overly
rough or disrespectful. Tom found his eyes returning back to Ormel more
often than the other 3. He remembered how good the man's dick started to
feel in his ass last night. And he remembered how just getting fucked by
him had made him cum without even touching himself.

"Him." pointed Welling. "I want HIM to fuck me, next."
Ormel smiled outwardly, teasing the other would-be ass fuckers as they
each groaned their loss. Ormel climbed aboard the bed between Tom's legs.
Welling lifted his legs to expose his asshole for Ormel's use.

"No, not that way, I want you on your stomach."
Tom looked disappointed as Ormel suddenly flipped him over. Part of the
reason Tom picked Ormel to fuck him was to look up at him. Tom thought
Ormel was one of the sexiest men in the house, now that he knew he
wouldn't be able to look up into his face and view his hot hard body, he
couldn't help but feel some type of disappointment. He spread his legs,
raising his ass invitingly as Mel lined his dick up to the opening. His
cock head touched his asshole, then pushed in forcibly. Tom gasped and
groaned as his asshole was stretched and fucked. Ormel maneuvered himself
between Tom's spread legs, then started to pump in and out of the cum
slick hole squeezing the life from his dick. Even fucked umpteen times
last night, Tom's ass was still extremely tight. Mel thought Tom had a
much tighter pussy than Moore, as he hadn't been getting fucked nearly as
long. But what Tom lost in experience, he gained in fuckability. Ormel
liked fucking the white bread actor better then the black one, for the
simple fact that he got a bigger thrill knowing he held control over the
popular white man by butt fucking him like a piece of garbage. From the
moment he stuck his dick into his ass, he felt a wave of superiority wash
over him. To the public, Tom was a rich, popular, accomplished, famous
actor. But to Ormel and his crew, he was nothing but their white whore,
their fuck hole bitch whom had to do whatever they said no matter how
disgusting or degrading. He did what they said, or he got his life
ruined. Ruined by having fuck photos of him taking it up the ass by
several black men. Welling would never live something like that down, not
in WHITE America. All they needed to see was a big black dick shoved down
the actor's throat, shooting whole loads of creamy cum all across his
pretty features, and his TV show would be pulled the very next day. Ormel
laughed to himself at the thought of that. He wondered just how long it
would actually take to ruin the man's career by posting his pictures on
the Internet, or selling them to the television tabloid shows. He knew it
wouldn't take long for Entertainment Tonight or Access Hollywood to pick
up the story and RUN away with it.

Shemar was weak from a sufficient lack of air. His mind was whirling
deliriously as Ox ground his dick deep down into his throat for nearly 3
whole minutes. He pulled back only for a second to feel his dick slip
through the throat muscles caressing his moby like dick before sliding
all the way back down into his throat in one plunge. Shemar didn't even
have the strength in him to fight anymore, he simply lay there getting
his face, mouth, and throat fucked. And Ox took full advantage of that by
holding his dick in at longer and longer intervals. Meanwhile Devlin was
still fucking Moore's ass, even as his consciousness came into question.
He didn't care if Moore was consciously aware of what was happening to
him or not, he was too busy enjoying the feel of the fuck. He stared down
into Shemar's happy handsome face, even bright red from a lack of breath
with his cheeks and throat puffed out from Ox's cock mass, -he was still
a beautiful sight to see, and Devlin hated him for his looks. Devlin had
always been called "ugly" all his life. Girls would shun him in school
while boys would laugh and tease him by calling him names like "totem" or
"crash test dummy". Devlin quickly acquired a strong physical hate for
pretty-boiz, often fist fighting them to purposely destroy the looks god
gave them. As he got older he realized that his dick was unusually bigger
than most guys his age. When he caught a couple of the "pretty-boiz"
eyeing his equipment in the gym's shower, he decided to cum up with
another plan to enact his revenge. So now that he's joined Viper's gang,
he often has his choice of pretty guys he can fuck. And when he did, he
always fucked them extra hard, punishing their asshole for their good
looks. More than a few of them left Devlin's bed walking "funny", their
insides not looking quite so good after he fucked them with his 9" path
finder. And Shemar would be no exception. He looked down into the actor's
face as Ox continued to cut his air, and laughed. How ironic that the
pretty ones were getting just what they deserved, enough dick to kill a
horse.

"Purdy muh'fooka!" he said in Jamaican accent through gritting clenched
teeth.
He hammered into Moore's ass with renewed vigor and strength. Shemar
represented all that Devlin hated about the world. He was good looking,
charming, rich, educated and popular. Everything that he wasn't while
growing up. So butt fucking pretty-boiz up the ass cruelly quickly became
his version of therapy. And he was pretty good at it too. He fucked
Shemar harder and harder, driving his thick Jamaican sausage through the
man's limp body until he felt his cock grow double in width. Shemar
wasn't even aware when Devlin's cock slit suddenly burst open to spill a
sea of semen into him. A wall of seed poured in from Devlin's cock,
filling Moore's flooded bowels to the point of backup. Devlin screamed
and shouted in thick accent as the cum poured out of him in groves. When
he was finally spent, he yanked his cock out. Shemar never moved as Ox
continued to hold his dick ball deep in his throat. He fucked the star's
mouth with increasing thrusts, never completely removing his cock not
once. The other men watched with astonishment as Ox fucked the poor
celebs throat to within seconds of suffocating. With his ass now vacant,
they noticed when Ox pushed his gigantically fat cock into Moore's
throat, the pressure within would force his insides to push out through
his asshole, causing semen to ooze freely from his asshole. When asked to
do it again, Ox complied by pulling back on his hips before sinking his
big cock all the way back in with one long slow plunge. Like before,
Moore's asshole responded by pushing out, releasing more semen onto the
sheets. The men laughed jokingly as Ox continued his ride. He fucked
Shemar's face for a few more minutes until he finally felt himself about
to cum. But before he could "pop", he pulled his dick from Shemar's mouth
and sat up on his knees on the edge of the bed. Quickly he began to jack
his dick, aiming it down at Moore's gaping mouth as he started to burst
cum all over Moore's face. Shemar slowly started to gain some of his
consciousness when he felt the cum drops dotting his face like streaks of
rain. Ox placed his cock head back into Moore's mouth, and filled it with
the rest of his remaining load. Shemar's cheeks ballooned out from the
volume.

"Damn, I ain't think he'd ever let him up for air." whispered Ralphael,
happy to see Moore still alive.

Ox removed his dick all at once, allowing Moore the chance to swallow his
seed. But Shemar was still too groggy, and was not quite aware of the
contents filling his mouth. Ralpheal saw Moore's naked body twitching on
the bed, his hard cock laying across his abdomen. Every one's eyes seemed
transfixed on him and Ox, and not his available ass. So Ralphael decided
to move in. He climbed on board the bed and lined his hardon up to
Shemar's ass. Then he pushed in, feeling the relaxed anus accept his
depths in one slick uninterrupted thrust.

"uh..." moaned Shemar, barely able to breathe through the cum clog
filling his mouth. Most of it began to trickle back out of the corners of
his mouth and run back across his cheeks and into his ears. Ralpheal
thought it was erotic seeing the strikingly handsome Moore laying on his
back helpless with a dick up his ass, and cum filling his mouth and face.
In fact, it made Ralphael's dick extremely hard, and he used that
excessive hardon to his advantage as a weapon by fucking Shemar as rough,
long, and hard as he possibly could. He hammered into Moore with his
hips, his pelvis slapping loudly into the actor's buttocks as he drove
himself through the man's body with speed and force, causing the king
sized bed's head board to bang into the back wall.
"uh...uh...fuk...me..." groaned Moore, making gargling sounds through the
cum clot draining down his throat like an old sink. Even half unconscious
and unaware of his current condition, Moore was a slut. His body had
become accustomed to getting fucked, to being used by men for their
sexual pleasures. He didn't feel whole, or complete, unless he had a dick
in him. Any dick in him.
Spurred on by Shemar's insatiableness, Ralphael pushed Moore's legs up
against his chest (doubling him in half) and fucked him like an animal.
Moore grunted and gasped from each thrust which pierced through his
bowels like a thick knife, his handsome facial features distorted by a
painful expression and drying cum plastered across his good looks. All
the cum collected in his anus caused Ralph's dick to make wet "sloshing"
noises deep in Moore's rectum as he fucked harder. A steady stream oozed
out of his ass every time Ralph's dick plunged forth. Shemar's eyes
slowly began to focus as his ass was pounded deeper into the mattress. He
couldn't recognize who was currently fucking him, all he saw at the
moment was a burred figure a top him, holding his legs down to his chest
as he fucked him. Shemar looked like a little boy lost, gazing up into
the face of his attacker as he lay beneath him. Ralphael's thought the
man looked both sexy and pathetic, and couldn't resist cumming into his
slick ass.

"UHHHH....Oh Shit!" he cried, his eyes flipping up in their sockets as he
shoved his entire cock all the way up into Moore's behind. His mouth
dropped open in as he threw his head back in orgasm. The cum pumped out
of Ralph's dick, burning a hot scolding path of human made lava into
Shemar's cum pit. Shemar lay there, basking in the warm glow. He could
feel the essence filling his gut, searching his bowels fruitlessly for an
egg to impregnate.
Nakier and Brick both stood beside the bed massaging their extended
hardons, waiting for Ralphael to finish his business so they could move
in on him. They watched Ralphael's ass cheeks clench and tighten as he
sent the last of his juicy load into Shemar's backside. When done, he
pulled out slowly and retreated towards the end of the bed. Nakier lay
down next to Moore, then instructed the star to straddle his waist so he
could ride Na's dick. Shemar was slow to respond, but did was told. His
body felt heavy as his mind reacted slow. He straddled Moore's hips,
feeling his hardon slap into his ass crack. Nakier aimed his dick
upright, then motioned Shemar down on it until his prick slipped in his
cum drenched chute.

"ohhh..." moaned Moore, feeling the dick slide into him easily. Brick
stood on stand-by, watching Moore's cunt eat up Na's wood. The slightly
haired ass cheeks slide down the hard pole swiftly, settling into Na's
lap. The entire dick was sheathed in Shemar's roost. He even ground his
ass down in Nakier's pelvis to make certain he had every inch inside him.
Slowly Nakier began to pump his hips. Shemar took the hint and started to
ride up on the pole. His ass cheeks slide slowly up Na's cock, revealing
the thick shaft as it reappeared from inside the parted butt. Brick (and
the others watching) saw Nakier's dick re-emerge with the thick slime of
slick semen coating his cock length before Shemar lowered his ass all the
way back down on it, submerging it back inside his steamy roost. Moore
repeated this act a few dozen more times, pulling and lowering his
asshole up and down the full length of Na's dick, effectively fucking
himself as his mind went into a daze of sex. Nakier reached back and
grabbed two big hefty handfuls of Shemar's ass cheeks, stretching them
wide apart as he rode his dick. Shemar's asshole widened, causing
Nakier's cock to slip out at the top. A large gush of cum escaped Moore's
stretched hole and ran down the length of Na's dick, sending Brick into a
sexual fit. He stroked his own dick harder as he watched Nakier aim his
dick back up into Shemar's cunt. It slipped back in easy, the ass
continuing it ride as Brick climbed up onto the bed behind them. He
positioned himself until he had his dick poised beside Na's. Shemar felt
the presence of someone else behind him, and froze. He looked back to see
Brick looking down at his asshole.

"Wha...what're you guy doing...?" he asked, not quite fully in his own
mind.

"Shut up, and relax." ordered Brick, pushing his dick up against Shemar's
cock filled hole.

"UHH...you guys aren't going to try to...? UHHH!!" groaned Moore, feeling
Brick's head push in next to Nakier's cock.

"Shut up Bitch, and take this dick!" re-ordered Brick, slipping in.
Shemar did as told, and braced himself for a double fucking.

Beside them, Ormel was still steady fucking Tom Welling on his stomach.
Tom felt the weight of Mel's body on his back, his hips pumping into his
ass, driving his big black man cock deep into Tom's parted white ass
cheeks. Every thrust into Tom's backside was another jolt of power for
Ormel. It wasn't that he hated white people, he just never trusted them.
White's had the run of the world, they owned everything. Even Africa.
They created the laws, they made the rules, they decided people's fates.
There was a reason why the major majority of prisoners in the U.S. penal
system were people of color. Ormel spent HIS time in the system himself,
living 3 years behind bars for a drug possession. During that time he had
no power. He was told when to bathe, when to eat, when to sleep, and when
he could have visitors. He hated prison. He hated not having sex when he
wanted it. For while he occasionally got his rocks off inside some young
tight unsuspecting punk's ass, it was always a quick fuck in the corner
of some dark room or corridor. He never had the chance to fuck someone at
leisure, to take his time and bust his nutt after a nice slow long
screwing. NOW he was able to enjoy himself at great length, fucking the
pretty star of Smallville and making him groan like a school girl getting
her first taste of dick. Over Welling, Ormel felt powerful. He could fuck
the handsome star when, or however he choose. Tom was the powerless one
here, the one who had to submit, who had to do whatever was called of
him. Mel slammed his hips into the white boy's ass, picking up speed as
his dick slipped in and out of the sperm soaked cunt faster. Tom grunted
from every plunge, his asshole molding to the shape of Mels burrowing
pole.

"Is THIS what you wanted?" he asked Welling, his full lips right next to
the actor's ear. "You wanted me to fuck you like THIS?" Tom gasped at the
question, his ego making it difficult to comply. "I asked a question
white-bread, is THIS what you wanted? Is this why you picked ME to fuck
you?"
Tom buried his head in the pillow to keep from having to answer.
Admitting "yes" to Ormel's question would mean something Tom just was not
quite ready to consider yet. He still considered himself strictly
heterosexual. This ordeal with Viper and his crew was against his will,
he was not openly a part of their orgy.
Ormel fucked Tom for a few more seconds of straight in and out action,
before pulling his dick completely from Tom's slick hole. His shinny wet
dick emerged from the tight buttocks to hover just above it, then Ormel
quickly shoved his hips forward, jamming the full length of his log back
into the tiny hole.

"AARRRHHHH...!!!" yelled Welling, his head popping back up in surprise.
"YES...YES, I wanted YOU to fuck me!" he gasped.

"Why?" asked Mel, resuming his in/out thrusts.
Tom swallowed hard, hating himself for admitting...

"I...uh, I liked...the way you...fucked me."
Ormel smiled.

"So you like my big dick?" he asked, fucking prouder than before.

"Yes."

"So TELL me."

"I...like your dick."

"No. Say it like you MEAN it!" said Mel, his pelvis slapping into Tom's
cheeks louder. "Say it, or I'll make Ox fuck you next..." whispered Mel.

"Fuck me!" shouted Tom, quickly losing his inhibitions. "I LOVE your
dick, man! Fuck me!"

"That's what I'm talkin about, white-boy! Give me that ass!" moaned Mel,
his loins starting to peak ripeness.

"Oh shit...fuck me! Fuck me, man! I NEED that cock!"
Tom couldn't believe his ears, he heard his own voice yelling out the
nastiest most vile things he'd ever spoken. But once he started, he
couldn't stop. Ormel was fucking his ass with the same intensity he did
last night. Tom felt his asshole surrender to Mel's cock, gaping open
under the steady pounding like a collapsing cave. The dick drove in and
out of him relentlessly, punishing his exhausted sphincter as it bore
into him over -again and again.

"Damn..." gasped Ormel, hammering his hips one last time as he felt his
dick swell with excitement. "...I'm gonna CUM, man!"

"Oh YES! YES! Cum, man! Shoot your CUM in me!" yelled Tom, unable to hold
back his joy.
Ormel shoved his dick inside Tom's rising ass, and grunted like a
neanderthal. He felt the cum in his balls shooting up the length of his
throbbing embedded pole, pumping out into Tom Welling's greedy ass with
every wild spurting pulse. Tom felt the heated cum pouring into his
inflamed backside, and spread his legs and rose his buttock for more.

Ormel moaned and groaned as his dick emptied itself into his captive. Tom
accepted every drop of Mel's juice, his tortured hole sucking his dick as
it searched for more cream. Ormel felt exhausted from the long leisurely
fuck session, and quietly rolled off Welling's back to take a break from
the action. Tom beamed, seeing the state in which Ormel looked after
fucking him. For all Mel's power over him, Tom thought he looked pretty
weak now that he had cum inside him. Tom began to entertain the thought
that his ass was more powerful than Ormel gave it credit for. He looked
over at the resting man, and smiled contentedly as he tried to gather his
strength.
But before Tom could soak in the bask of his after glow, Bilal (whom had
been standing by watching) had gotten his second wind, and climbed back
aboard the bed between Tom's spread legs. Before Tom could prepare
himself for another onslaught, Bilal was pushing his dick inbetween his
butt cheeks, fucking his way in through the twice cummed anal hole. Tom
felt the teen's cock force its way into him, wedging itself into his
rectum.

Bilal fucked Tom with a vengeance. As a teenagers, Bilal was able to pop
hardons at will. His sex drive was a 10 on the Rictor Scale. He could
fuck, cum, fuck, cum, fuck, cum, and fuck again. Out of Viper crew, only
Viper himself was capable of out lasting Bilal. And unfortunately for Tom
Welling, Bilal felt like he had something to prove to the older members
of the crew. As the youngest member, Bilal thought he had to work twice
as hard as the rest of them to be considered equal. Someone was always
trying to "punk" his manhood, calling him young, calling him names,
telling him he had to "pay his dues". So when it came to scenes like
these, Bilal always made sure he out lasted the older males, fucking
their captives longer, harder, and more times than any of the others.
Tom felt the street-wise teen hacking away in his asshole. His stroke was
more forceful than Ormel's, but not nearly as stimulating. Tom thought
Bilal could take some lessons from Ormel on how to fuck a man's ass and
make it feel good. Especially since Bilal's dick wasn't even as big as
Mel's. Tom couldn't understand why Bilal's smaller dick was causing him
more pain. But what he didn't understand, was that Bilal was fucking him
harder on purpose. Making Tom groan and grunt in front of the other men,
told them that he (Bilal) was a contender, that he wasn't just a boy
pretending to be a man. That he had the tools and potential to rival any
one of them when it came to handling his business. But what Bilal didn't
know was that some of his crew members were just itching to get up in his
ass. They liked watching his tight lite-skin teenaged buttock hump up and
down as he fucked Tom Welling or one of Viper's other bottom whores, and
they wanted IN themselves. The only thing that saved Bilal from being
shoved down next to Tom and Shemar and fucked right with them, was
Viper's "hands off" orders. DeMarko and Devlin in particular, were dying
to get up in that booty. They stroked the rising manhoods, their eyes
locked on his smooth ass cheeks as they moved up and down in unison.
Devlin knew the tight ring would choke the cum right out of his dick if
he ever got the chance to sample his young buttock. It took all the
strength he had not to rush over and TAKE the ass right then and there.

Shemar Moore felt the duel thrusting of the 2 dicks ramming through his
tightly stretched ring. His mind was a jumble of mushed thoughts. He'd
been fucked for years, in every position he could think of by every
nationality on the planet, -but never had he been double fucked by 2
dicks in his one asshole at the same exact time. He was amazed that his
anal colon could distinguish the difference between the 2 pricks as they
thrust in and out of him unevenly.
Nakier was on the bottom of the 3 man pile, his hard dick thrusting up
into Moore's worn asshole. He held the a mixed raced actor by the hips as
he pushed his dick up into his dark wet anal depths, -while at the same
time Brick knelt behind Shemar, holding him firmly by the waist as he too
thrust himself deeply into Moore's butt. It was a strange feeling,
feeling his dick move through an asshole which already held another cock.
He could feel Nakier's cum slick shaft rubbing continuously against his
own, adding to the erotic friction as Shemar's stretched hole strained
hard to gobble up both dicks at once. Shemar was in a weird kind of anal
zone, as his male cunt was continuously attacked without let up. Every
time Nakier's dick retreated, Brick's dick pushed inward, -and every time
Brick withdrew, Nakier would thrust up into his anal cunt. Shemar was
feeling extremely used and insignificant as his body was being torn
between the 2 assailants. They were treating him like CUNT, fucking his
asshole for the pure pleasure of it. They didn't give a fuck about him,
or what their 2 cocks were doing to the elasticity of his soon to be
ruined asshole. All they cared about was the moment, about their own
pleasures as they fucked themselves some celebrity ass, -and Shemar
wouldn't have had it any other way.

Part of Moore's submissive make-up was that he liked being used, he liked
being reduced to nothing but a hole to fuck. He like strong, masculine,
aggressive men who would TAKE him and treat him like his feelings didn't
matter. He liked it when men would make demands on his body, when they
would hold him down, fuck him, and then leave him there soaking up their
discarded juices. It didn't matter to him that they didn't suck his dick
too, or that they didn't worry about trying to get him off in the
process, DICK was what he wanted, it was what his body craved, so long as
their cocks were hard with another batch of nutt in their balls, Shemar
was willing to lay there and be their cum catcher, no matter what the
age, size, shape, or nationality.

"Yeeh you handsome nigga, TAKE these fuckin dicks up your stinkin
asshole!" grunted Brick from behind, thrusting his dick in and out faster
and harder. "Pretty bitch! I bet you ain't never went a day without havin
this pussie fucked, did you? You prolly been gettin dicked since the day
you were born! How many dick've you had in you since Viper found you at
The Gauge, 50? 60? A 100? I bet you ain't got no clue how many
motherfucka's've nutted in yur pussie! Fuckin HOE! We gonna fuck the
livin shit outta you and your white boy friend here! (he said, referring
to Welling's whom was still getting fucked by Bilal right next to them).
Viper's gonna make sure you two niggas give back to the community! He's
got all kinds of motherfucka's lined up to fuck the shit outta you two
assholes! Hell, we might even bring a camera crew in to film the whole
thing to air onna 11-o'clock news! What you think of that?"
Shemar was thrilled, his dick was rock hard and rubbing back and forth
against Nakier's flat belly as they fucked him. Once Brick started
telling him what Viper had planned for him and Tom, Moore's dick had
started to secrete cum, leaking wet streaks all across Na's ripped abs
before bursting sauce all over his sweaty chest. Nakier continued to
thrust up into Moore's backside, jamming his dick in and out right next
to Brick's. He could feel a steady leakage of semen draining from Moore's
stretched anal lips, his abdomen was drenched in the collective juices of
his fellow crew-men. But Nakier didn't mind the mess, he liked fucking
nasty raw ass. The more niggas that came in it, the better he liked it.
He like having his dick swim around in another man's load. It excited him
for some reason, making the asshole juicy and wet. That's why joining
Viper's fuck group of hardcore gangbangers was the best move Nakier ever
made. Whenever they fucked a nigger, he waited to be in the back of the
line so that the hole would be plenty filled by the time he came up. He
could feel Dondre's, Devlin's, Rahiem's, and Ralphael's thick loads
spilling out around the base of his dick and onto his ball sack everytime
he and Brick rammed forth. The wet warm river of semen inside sucked and
caressed their dueling hardons as they both fought for the right to the
anal track. But Na knew Brick was definitely winning, as he neared closer
to orgasm.

Nakier held off from cumming for as long as he could, but the thrill of
double fucking the handsome and famous Shemar Moore, coupled with the
feeling of Brick's raw hardon sliding back and forth snuggly against his
sensitive shaft, added with the idea of fucking a cummy asshole that's
been creamed in for times already consecutively, made Nakier's cock
twitch with life ball deep up inside Moore's anal roost. He ground his
dick up in Shemar's cunt, then came a bucket of cum inside the actor's
drain. Shemar felt the cock twitch and jerk inside him, and started
moaning loudly as he hole was filled with it's 5th load of cum that
morning. Nakier cursed and moaned as he added his own spunk to the many
loads already in Moore's gut. He felt Brick still fucking Moore, his
thrusting dick still sliding in and out at a fast furious pace.

"Yeeh nigga, I felt you cum in this motherfucka!" announced Brick, never
letting up on his anal assault. He fucked and rammed his dick through the
cum slick, wet, stretched, open, dank hole taking his repeated thrusts
over and over again. He could feel Nakier's heavy load adding to the
slickness of Shemar's cunt, driving him mad with lust as he fucked the
hole harder and harder, determined to add his own nutt to the list of
donors already piled in.
Shemar was in ecstasy. His body had never felt so disrespected and used.
He knew these guys resented his fame, his fortune, his breeding, and his
good looks. They thought because of his beauty, that he had the world
handed to him on a silver platter. And for the most part they were right.
Shemar had always had good luck, from landing the dick he wanted, to the
jobs he most desired. He used his sexuality to get whatever he wanted,
nothing was beneath him. He used his sex appeal to get movie roles,
concert tickets, airline seats, the best tables in restaurants, hotels,
clothes, jewelry, you name it. People melted from his smile. They wanted
to fuck him, kiss him, hug him, and Shemar played on it to his advantage.
He couldn't help that he was born beautiful, why should he pretend
otherwise just to appease people's stereotypes of what and how a black
man should speak and act. He was half white, from the right side of the
tracks. And while he would never apologize for his pedigree, he couldn't
deny that it had gotten him some of the best hard fucks of his life. Men
who had a problem with his duel nationality, often fucked him extra hard
to punish him for even existing. And Shemar always enjoyed those
punishments. He loved it when they would fuck him and treat him like a
slave, like he didn't really matter beyond receiving their nutt. And the
worse the fucker, the better the fuck.

Nakier lay underneath Shemar and Brick as the top man continued his
rampage up Moore's backside. Na's dick began to soften almost immediately
after cumming, Brick felt the rubbery sausage slowly shrink before
popping out under his maddened thrusts. He now had the anal track solely
to himself. Shemar's hole felt larger to him now, nolonger hugging his
dick as it dipped in and out of his roost. Brick was fucking into the
wet, hole which felt loose and slick on his dick. But he hammered away
into it nevertheless, sending shock waves through Shemar's rectum with
every hard plunge of his cock. On the last thrust, he shoved himself all
the way inside, and growled like a roaring lion after it's first kill.
Brick's dick pulsed and throbbed in the burning anus, erupting massive
amounts of semen into the tortured and stretched track. Moore sobbed like
a baby as his asshole accepted to last gush of cum in his liquefied
bowels. The 3 men collapsed on the bed, physically exhausted after such
an intense fucking.

Beside them, Bilal was still fucking Tom Welling hard and heavy. He'd cum
in the white actor's tight hole just moments ago, but was well on his way
to adding a second load to join with DeMarko's and Ormel's. Tom lay under
him on his stomach, his legs spread wide to accommodate the teen's body
as he pumped wildly into his buttock.
Tom was getting more and more used to getting fucked. Each new experience
gave him more confidence that he would survive the next. He watched in
amazement as Shemar took 2 dicks at once, and wondered how a man's hole
could stretch that wide. He heard Brick's announcement about them getting
fucked at Viper's gathering, and the possibility of a film crew there to
video tape it. He knew if that tape fell into the wrong hands, his life
as he knew it would be over. Tom hoped he'd still be able to continue on
with his career after Viper and his men have had their way with him.

Suddenly Tom felt Bilal's body stiffen above his. This cock in his ass
started to throb as it got harder. Tom felt Bilal's last orgasm, the teen
came in him but kept right on fucking him as if he hadn't. Bilal was
known to have multiple orgasms back to back, his rock hard teenage dick
never went down once it became hard. Even after nutting more than once.
His balls constantly churned out more dick nectar, the volume would
getting smaller and smaller as time went on, but he's still achieve
orgasms nevertheless, filling a man's ass cunt with another batch of his
ripe young juices.
He fucked and humped into Welling with hard strokes, slamming his boyish
pelvis into the actor's butt. Tom knew his bowels was about to be white
washed again with another load of teen cream, and consciously raised his
ass higher to receive it. Bilal plunged his cock into the hole several
more times before he felt his balls explode, sending his 3rd helping of
organic juice into Welling's body. The asshole tightened around his
pulsating dick, milking him effectively as he drained off inside Tom's
well. He too collapsed a top his fuck victim, his erection still rock
hard and twitching out the last of his load as he caught his breath.
Brick and the others had been watching Tom and Bilal as they both reached
orgasms together. Tom had burst his seed all over the sheets under him,
as his asshole sucked the remaining juices from Bilal's pole.

"Tomorrow, bitches..." moaned Brick, easing his spent shaft from Shemar's
flexing anus. "...tomorrow's The Gourmet. Then we'll see just how much
dick it takes to break an asshole permanently."

end of part eight...