Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2011 17:19:32 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Drunk at the Inferno

			   DRUNK AT THE INFERNO
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Marvin looked up at the sign. "Serena's Inferno," it said. "Are we
sure we want to go in here?" he asked Ted nervously.
     "Sure I'm sure!" Ted was abrasively confident. "You'll love this
place. She has it fixed up like you're visiting Hell. Her waitresses are
dressed in demoness costumes and the place is done up in reds and yellows
like flames. It's a hoot!"
     Marvin shrugged and followed Ted into the bar. It wasn't the decor
that had him worried; it was the clientele. He saw pickup trucks and muscle
cars (blue-collar variety, no Porsches) in the parking lot, and the men
were the same, the kind who would want to wrap up a day on the jobsite by
knocking back a few brews...and maybe knocking a couple of pansy boys
around, too!
     Marvin wasn't closeted, but hell, no reason to stick your dick in the
sausage grinder, was there?
     Inside was just as he feared. The decor was as described, but in a
manner that screamed "REDNECK BAR" in loud capital letters. Pool tables
with guys in t-shirts that had a pack of cigarettes wrapped in the sleeve,
construction job hats and cowboy hats on over half the patrons, plaid
shirts or t-shirts or work shirts of every variety and degree of
degradation--ripped, faded, grimed or sleeveless. Blue jeans were de rigeur
for the bottom halves, and shoes were about 2/3 work boots and 1/3 cowboy
boots. The hair was cut short and the bodies were buffed in a "workhorse"
style instead of "gym junkie" way. In short, Marvin was looking at bunch of
really mean-looking motherfuckers! Enough to make even a self-respecting
gay man quiver in fear!
     "I don't know about this." He quavered to Ted.
     "Oh, come on!" Ted urged him. "It's okay."
     "What if someone gets drunk and wants to fight?" Marvin whined.
     "Well, they...look, you're about to see what happens when someone gets
drunk and out of line."
     A waitress was ringing a bell, which was positioned around the bar in
not-very-obtrusive places.
     "Where is he? Where is he?" boomed the biggest, meanest-looking guy in
the place. He must be the bouncer.
     "Over there." the waitress pointed at one guy who'd had one too
many. Or maybe three too many, because he was wavering on his feet. "Cast
him into the fiery pit!"
     "Yeah, yeah, the fiery pit!" the crowd yelled.
     The bouncer, dressed in black leather (Marvin noticed, bemused, that
he had a pair of horns on his forehead; they didn't seem to be part of a
headband, maybe they'd been epoxied on?) surged at the drunken stud,
scooped him up as the guy flailed ineffectually at him, carried him toward
one wall. Two patrons there had opened a sort of laundry-chute panel in the
wall, the words above it saying "The Fiery Pit" and the insides of which
gleamed with redly flickering lights. Flames? The bouncer stuffed the drunk
down into the chute, and the drunk fell inside, and flames shot up from the
chute, real flames that licked out for a second or two, and everyone
cheered and jeered and got busy ordering more drinks.
     "What the hell happened?" Marvin whispered to Ted.
     "The bar's own drunk tank." Ted said. "That's how they slip the drunks
into it. Don't worry about him, the room at the bottom of that chute is
wall-to-wall mattresses and the guy can sleep it off in there, and they'll
let him out early tomorrow morning."
     "I don't want to wake up surrounded by guys with hangovers?" Marvin
protested. "And what if they barf all over the place?"
     "So watch how much you drink and you won't get tossed in there." Ted
said. "Me, I plan to get wasted. Tonight's the fiery pit for me!"
     "Shit!" Marvin griped. Ted was his ride home!
     Ted played pool, knocked back beers and generally had a blast. Marvin
spent most of his time perched on a barstool at one of the tables (they
were high enough to stand while you drank if you chose) and mourned his
fate. He would have to call a cab, wait for it in the parking lot, hope
like hell he didn't hear the words he dreaded, "What are you doing here,
faggot?"
     His only hope was that Ted was joking about being consigned to the
"fiery pit" of the drunk tank. Ted wasn't drinking much. And if he did,
maybe he could get Ted to turn the car keys over to him?
     No good! He had hardly decided to get his nerve up and go over to Ted
in among all those big, hairy, gritty men when Ted reached out and grabbed
the rump of a passing waitress.
     Marvin could only watch helplessly as he saw Ted speak to the
waitress, and her wave to the bouncer and the bouncer was going after
Ted. "To the fiery pit!" the crowd chanted as the bouncer scooped Ted up.
     "No, wait, wait!" Marvin shrieked and ran to them. "I can drive him
home, I'm still sober. Honest, I can drive him home, just let me get his
keys!"
     Too late. The chute was opened, the bouncer dropped Ted into it and
the flames shot out.
     "Why did you stuff him in there!" Marvin yelled at the bouncer. "I
could have driven him home, you didn't have to shove him in there! Now I
don't have a ride home!"
     The bouncer looked at him hard. "Then join him in the fiery pit."
     "Huh? No, no!" Marvin was grabbed by the massive man and he stopped
being shoved into the chute by catching the edges of the chute with his
feet and pressing stiff-legged back against the bouncer's pushing, but some
brutes, laughing like hell, came up and grabbed his legs and stuff them
inside and the bouncer shoved and Marvin was falling into the pit of Hell!
     "Eeeeeeee!" he shrieked as he slid.
     "Whoomp!" he said as he landed.
     "Shit!" He said as he sat up, looked around.
     Men were lying around like so many damned souls in the pit of hell. No
lighting here other than a rather dim light that ebbed from some lights
along the edge of one wall at the top. Enough to make the place a scene of
eternal twilight. Here and there around the room were men lying, alone or
in miserably suffering huddles, on the mattressed floor (there must be
regular mattresses under a layer of gym mats, he decided), moaning and
moving slowly, painfully.
     Where was Ted? Oh, there he was. Crawling feebly toward a guy lying
not far from him. "Ted? Ted?" Marvin called out.
     Moans greeted his call, with muttered, "Shut up! Shut up! Oh, God!" A
whole lot of hungover men were pissed.
     "Sorry!" Marvin hissed, then to Ted, softer, "Ted? Ted?"
     Ted looked back. "Hey, Marvin, you came along." he said in a whisper
that Marvin could just hear. Ted's ass was closest to Marvin, he was on all
fours and crawling toward that other guy.
     "We're stuck in here!" Marvin groaned now that he had an appreciative
audience. "What are we going to do?"
     "Plenty!" Ted grinned. "Come on, it's party time!"
     "Huh?"
     "Time for some fun."
     "How?"
     "Just take your pick." Ted said.
     "Huh?"
     "This one's mine!"
     "I don't see." Marvin stopped. Ted had made it to the guy passed out
on the mat. Big, beefy guy, work boots, blue jeans, red plaid shirt ripped
sleeveless to expose brawny, brown-tanned arms, a rugged, sharp-nosed face,
and topped with blond hair and a yellow construction helmet that had
somehow stayed on his head even in his now-prostrate condition. Saw Ted get
to the guy and roll him over like so much warm meat.
     "What are you doing?"
     "Getting my trick for the night into position for loving."
     Marvin's mouth came open, but nothing came out in the way of sound.
     The drunk guy (Marvin started thinking of him as Yellow Hat) just
moaned as Ted undid his belt, pulled his blue jeans down. The legs were
hairy and a pair of badly sagging briefs were all that kept him marginally
decent when Ted got the blue jeans down past the knees. Ted then hauled at
Yellow Hat's hips and turned him and then lifted him up. Yellow Hat just
groaned and murmured as Ted pulled him into resting his lower body on his
knees. His face was down on the mat still, the hard hat finally fell off
and rolled to one side. The man's mouth was open and he was murmuring
inaudible words.
     "Ted, you can't be serious!" Marvin said as Ted wormed the worn,
stained briefs down the hairy legs, revealing an ass every bit as
hairy. "This guy is drunk, but if he realizes what you're doing...."
     "He won't." Ted said confidently. "Only the drunkest land in
here. Free straight ass, just pick a guy and ram it in him. He wakes up the
next morning with a sore ass but no memory of who rammed him up the ass,
and you get away with a sweet memory of butt-fucking a hard-hat stud. Go
ahead, grab another one. They all get wasted here at the Inferno, you can
have your pick, they're all too drunk to fight you off."
     Ted was undoing his own pants and pushed them down to mid-thigh,
walked on his knees over to get behind Yellow Hat. Hawked spit and rubbed
it on his cock. "Give your dick a lube, though, these virgin asses can be
awful damned tight."
     "I'm not going to fuck a drunk man!" Marvin said.
     Ted shrugged. "Suit yourself. Me, I'm aiming to land four of them
before the night is over."
     Marvin didn't really want to watch Ted fuck the yellow-hatted guy, but
he couldn't turn his eyes away. Was Ted really going to do this?
     Yellow Hat moaned as Ted's cock pushed against his sphincter, but he
didn't rouse. Marvin bet he would yelped no matter how drunk he was. Yellow
Hat just kind of...sighed...as Ted shoved his nine inches of hard prong
into his ass. Ted's grunts were louder than that. He shoved his dick in to
the balls, his thighs hard against the guy's butt-cheeks, and then he
paused, groaned. "Yeah, God, yeah, tight straight man's ass! Nothing
better, shit, yeah, hot straight ass!"
     "You're sick, man!" Marvin muttered as he watched Ted begin to hump
Yellow Hat's butt. Ted wasn't being gentle, Marvin could hear the meaty
slaps as Ted's hips impacted Yellow Hat's buttocks and Ted's hands were
holding tight. Yellow Hat just lay there, his teeth showed as his mouth
moved into a grit-teethed posture, but his eyes remained closed even though
they squinted up tight. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Yellow Hat murmured
softly. "Yeah-uh-uh-uh-uh!"
     "My God!" Marvin breathed. He was on his knees, resting his butt on
his ankles, watching his friend basically rape a helplessly drunk, straight
guy. The man had only come to this bar to knock back a few drinks with his
buddies, laugh, have a good time and wind down after a hard-ass day. Now he
was on his knees and face, getting rammed by some guy he'd never remember
clearly, if at all. This was just, was just....
     "Uhhhhh!" A sound below him made him look down at the floor. Another
guy, drunk as a skunk, was crawling feebly near Marvin's
knees. Black-haired, dusky-skinned, vaguely Latino, or maybe Italian...nah,
Latinos are the ones who had that beautifully sharp, flat cheeks like this
one. This guy was muttering as he crawled over in front of Marvin. Got as
far as his face directly in front of Marvin and then he raised up slightly
and his hands clutched at Marvin's belt, trying to climb up.
     "Hey, stop, stop!" Marvin grunted.
     "Ohhhh!" came a sound from Ted and Yellow Hat. Who had groaned? Yellow
Hat. He was up on all fours now, coming around! Shit, he'd look around and
see Ted humping his ass! He'd go to the cops, complain about being raped!
Oh, my God!
     In all this, Marvin hardly noticed the mouth at his crotch until it
started in gnawing at him. Then he looked down, goggled.
     Black Hair was pressing that beautiful, beautiful face against
Marvin's crotch and was chewing at Marvin's basket! Ah, shit!
     Marvin watched as Black Hair groggily, blearily, fumbled at Marvin's
fly, trying to undo the buttons, get at the man-feast inside.
     "Got yourself a fan, huh?" panted Ted. He had Yellow Hat now by his
hair, pulling his head back with one hand and hunching him while Yellow Hat
grunted.
     "Uh...yeah, I guess so." Marvin said. Black Hair was lying on his back
at Marvin's feet (well, knees), and both hands now were beginning to work
Marvin's jeans open. Marvin watched him a bit longer, then his hands came
up and undid his belt and upper button, that'd make Black Hair's job
easier.
     "Now you're into it!" Ted grunted. "Shit, I got to cream this guy's
ass! I'm going to fucking come!"
     Black Hair got Marvin's pants open and fumbled into Marvin's
boxers. Marvin felt that warm hand close on his prong and pull at it and he
groaned as Black Hair pulled his pud out into the air and that warm, warm
mouth got up and sucked on him, grunting eagerly as a pig at a
trough. Whuf-whuf-whuf-whuf-whuf!
     "Ah, ah, I'm coming, Marvin!" Ted moaned. "Going to dump my first wad
of the evening into a hot straight ass! Oh, God, yeah, uh, UH, UH, UH,
GUH-HUH-UH, HUHH-GUHHHHHH!"
     "Ohhh!" Yellow Hat moaned as Ted yanked his head back even
harder. "Uh, guh, uhhhh!" and Marvin saw Yellow Hat cream his wads down
onto the mat beneath him, splatting on the mat's plastic-like surface.
     Marvin leaned forward and rested his hands on the mat/floor, this let
Black Hair lie on his back and suck at him, those eyes closed in blissful
joy as the Latino slurped on Marvin's dong.
     Ted was wheezing still, then he stirred and rose up. Yellow Hat was
lying on the ground again, jeans around his ankles, apparently passed out
again.
     "Man, that was good!" Ted said, wiping the sweat from his face. "Whoo!
Rest a while and go at him again, maybe. Hot little butt this girder monkey
has on him. How's yours doing?"
     "Good!" Marvin panted. "Man, this guy sucks better than half the guys
at the Grindhouse!"
     "Straight guys make the best cocksuckers." Ted agreed. "And these
guys, once you pour a few beers into them, their guards come down and they
start in on you. Best damn man-pussy you're going to find."
     Marvin would have answered that, but then his climax struck him. "Oh,
God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he guttered. "Ah, shit, ah, ah, ahh, AHH,
AHHH, HAHHHH!" He unleashed the biggest load in a long time right into
Black Hair's hot, clutching mouth! "UNNNnnnnhhh! Unnnnh! Unnnnhh!" Black
Hair was drinking down every drop like Marvin's dick was a cold frosty mug
of brewski! Hell, yeah! Marvin sighed, sagged, buried his spent dong deep
inside Black Hair's mouth, while Black Hair sucked the last succulent dregs
from his man-sausage.
     Marvin rolled over to let Black Hair go free. Black Hair sidled away
and sought other men's crotches he could dive into.
     Marvin looked at Ted, at Yellow Hat lying there, all fucked and
helpless and remorse swept over him. "Oh, man, we are sick, we are so
sick!" he moaned. "We got to get out of here, we got to tell the police
what we did, how you raped that poor helpless guy lying there!" And Marvin
gestured to Yellow Hat.
     And Yellow Hat opened his eyes, looked at Marvin and said, very
clearly and clearly sober, "Why don't you mind your own fucking business,
asshole?"

				  THE END
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