Gang Captive

I still don't know where I was on that weekend in early spring. One Friday late afternoon, while trying to avoid congestion on the Santa Monica Freeway on my way home to Alhambra, I ended up in a very seedy neighborhood somewhere south of downtown Los Angeles.

And to make matters worse, my car was overheating. I took a turn onto a street which I hoped would get me onto Slauson Boulevard, or any main street, and ended in a cul- de-sac, with no way out. I shifted gears to get into reverse, and my car died.

I shook as I waited in my car. Maybe after it cooled down, it would start. So I sat as dusk began to fall and the neighborhood looked nastier and nastier.

A group of young black men were congregated at the nearest corner, looking at me. I gulped, figured it was now or never, and tried the engine.

Nothing happened. Nothing at all.

Not far away, nearer the black men, was a payphone. I prayed it would work as I unlocked my car and got out, ambled with imaginary nonchalance to the payphone and lifted the receiver.

And the receiver came away entirely. There was no cord connecting it to the phone. Ergo, no phone. I looked up to see the black men were now all around me. They wore variations of the multi-layer look, the t-shirt that hung to their crotch or was cut off at mid-ribs, the shirt tied around their waist, the boxers that stuck out of the top of their blue jeans or denims. And each wore in their way the same colored bandana. I won't tell you its color. It wouldn't be safe.

"Having trouble, dude?" one asked.

There were five of them. I didn't like their looks, but what could I do? Either they were okay guys, or I was toast. "Car broke down and I'm lost. Know where there's another pay phone?"

"Sure, inside that store." One pointed.

The store looked abandoned, but then, so did the entire neighborhood. The boards could have been just protection against burglars. So I walked in the door with them.

It was abandoned, dust lay on the floor, a few scattered boards and some empty oil-drums. Nothing else, especially no payphone. I was inside, away from help, surrounded by mean-looking black guys.

I turned, licked my lips, and said, "Okay, what do you want? My car? It's outside, and it won't run. My wallet? I've got twelve dollars and three credit cards maxed out. They're yours if you want them." And I fumbled at my wallet, handed it to them.

"Keep your money, white boy." said the tallest of the group. He must play basketball in his free time, he had the long, lanky look of a good player. His shoulders and biceps were like melons attached to his arms, his knees were knobby projections at mid-leg. He moved with a fluid grace, a symphony of motion. "We got different plans for you."

"Don't tell him, Jump." said the rotund guy. His body, the lush color of milk chocolate, was a beachball on legs, his face all circles and spheres. Despite this, there was nothing soft looking about him. His eyes burned with old angers. "It'll be more fun if he doesn't know."

"Clutch." Jump snorted at the fat one. "It'll be fun no matter what he knows."

"Hey, Jump, Clutch, cool it." soothed a third member. This man was the rich color of coffee with cream, his face square and quite handsome in a totally non-African way. Half-white? "We're not Bloods or Crips. We're Blanks, remember?" Their gang name is what he actually said, but I'll call them the Blanks.

"We remember, Bob." chimed in #4, with an evil grin. Out of all of them, he scared me the most. Dark-skinned, thin, with a scraggly beard and mustache under an African skull-cap. "Even if we do tell him, how's he going to tell anyone anything?"

I got really scared then. "Aw, come on, guys." I pleaded. "I won't tell anyone anything. I don't even know where the fuck I am. Just let me keep a dollar and show me the nearest bus stop. I'll send a tow truck for the car and never get off the freeway again."

"Sounds like you scared him, Chip." grinned Clutch.

"You ought to be scared, white boy. We can't leave no witnesses around." Chip said.

The fifth member of the group just stood and watched. Easily the biggest guy of the group, with muscles that dwarfed me (and half of them), he was also the darkest, skin of jet, he watched in a silence I couldn't tell was drugs, idiocy or just simple reticence. Unlike the rest, he wore only workboots, jeans and a T-shirt.

Bob was annoyed. "Stop scaring him. We ain't gonna really hurt you, white boy. We just want a little fun."

"Fun?" I asked, trembling.

"And unless I miss my guess, you like our kind of fun." Bob smiled. "Now, why don't you take off your fancy clothes before we get them all mussed up?"

It wasn't "fancy", but I was wearing a not-so-cheap business suit. I gulped, took off my blazer and looked around for a clean place to put it. There wasn't one.

Jump whipped off his shirt and flailed it at an empty upright drum, raising a cloud of dust. "Drop them duds on this, whitey." he advised. With his ministrations, it was cleaner than the floor, though barely.

I drap ed the blazer over it and figured I would have to pay a dry-cleaner to remove the rust and grime. But it was just a polyester blend and would at least protect the rest. I pulled off my shoes with my feet as with my hands, I pulled loose my tie, leaving it in a loop (a good knot is hard to tie) and placed it on top of the blazer carefully. I then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and removed them while keeping them as free of the dust as I could.

"Hah!" Clutch burst out. "No underwear. And look at that whanger!"

I didn't have a big one, but it was all there, jutting out in six inches of uncut eagerness.

"Looks like whitey's going to enjoy this." Jump agreed.

"He ain't going to like what I'm going to do." Chip smirked.

"We oughta draw straws or something." Bob said, licking his lips while I unbuttoned my silk shirt. I loved the silken feel of it and the Italian pants against my bare skin. "Someone gets to pop his cherry."

"You think this boy has a cherry left?" Clutch giggled meanly.

"Well, at least the chance to fuck an ass that hasn't been used too much." Bob qualified.

"You guys can go ahead of me." Chip offered. "He may not be much use to anyone after I'm done."

"Chip goes fourth. I go last." The silent one said.

Chip turned, cowered. "Okay, Aloysius." he said. "You can take him last."

Aloysius! And not a trace of snicker in anyone's face. This giant was the leader of this group despite his silence.

"So we three draw straws?" Bob said as I placed my shirt on top of the pile and stood dressed only in socks.

Aloysius nodded, and they argued about where to get straws to draw, then settled for a quick game of Paper- Scissors-Rock. Not original, maybe, but it settled things quickly. Jump threw Paper to the other two's Rocks, winning that, and a second throw gave Bob second place, for he selected Rock again to Clutch's Scissors. So the order I'd be fucked in was Jump, Bob, Clutch, Chip and Aloysius.

"Okay." Bob said to Jump. "How do you want this white boy?"

"On his knees." Jump said. "I'm going to need some slicking up."

"You heard him, whitey." Chip said. "On your knees."

I walked over and obediently kneeled.

Jump just jutted his crotch out at me. Looks like I had to do all the work. I reached up and unbuttoned his fly, fished in his boxers for his cock, freed it with a yank from the tight jeans.

Eight inches, thick, uncut.

"Suck on it, honky." Jump ordered. "Suck it nice and hard. Get it all nice and juicy for your tiny little butt.

Drool filled my mouth without me having to work it up, and I dove onto his thick schlong, sliding my mouth-juice over it. It tasted of male musk and sweat, and a slight odor of something else, something intoxicating. Maybe nothing more than the fact that I was here as the sex-slave of this big, black man. But it spurred me on, and I gulped and slavered at his cock.

"Damn, whitey, you're really getting into this." Jump groaned as his fingers threaded through my hair and began to hunch back at my mouth.

We kept it up for a while, until Bob popped out with, "Jump, you gonna settle for blasting a load in his mouth?"

That seemed to startle Jump, and he pulled my mouth off his cock. "Time for your fucking, honky." he said. "Get up, turn around and bend over."

I stood, looking at my captors. Bob and Clutch had their cocks out and were stroking them, not masturbating them, but priming them, getting ready for their turns. Bob had a cock a bit longer than Jump's, but more slender and cut, Clutch had a stubby cock that was bigger around than about any I'd seen. Five inches by five inches, I swear! I was glad he wasn't going to be the first to pump my ass, I'd need loosening for him!

Chip was standing there, glowering at his comrades, as if their enjoyment was somehow a betrayal. Aloysius just stood and watched, as if this was all something beyond his his realm of interest. He produced a lantern and lit it with his cigarette lighter, giving us a yellowish dim light in the now-nearly-dark room.

I turned, my stomach burning with lust. You can't rap e a willing gal, the old saying goes, and this wouldn't be rap e despite the circumstances. The police wouldn't hear from me if they didn't go any further than fucking my ass. Hell, if I were richer, I'd pay these studs for the privilege!

I bent over and Jump's cock jabbed at my ass immediately. I rested my palms on my thighs and wormed back against him, squirming that cock into me.

Jump's big hands clamped on my waist, and he shoved in, hard! It felt like he split me wide open! I yelled and the guys seemed to like that, for damned if they didn't cheer as I groaned and grimaced under Jump's impalement.

"That's it!" Chip crowed. "Really give it to whitey, Jump! Give it to him!"

Jump obliged them, but my body adjusted and I was soon grunting and loving the thick intruder into my body.

"He's digging it, dudes!" Clutch said.

"Hey, Jump, okay if I let him lube me up while you fuck him?" Bob asked.

Jump must have given his permission, because my view of the dusty room was blocked by a view of cream-in-coffee skin. Bob had pulled his clothes down to mid-thigh, and his cock swung wild and free. I reached up to fondle the big balls in their sac and they pulsated under my fingertips. Light-skinned he may be, but this cock was pure African, dark colored, deep chocolate mixed with slate-gray, and a purplish cockhead aimed at my mouth.

I leaned over to suckle Bob's "man-plum", and that gave Jump the opportunity to send his huge prong deeper into me, and he hunched at me savagely, grunts escaping his lips in time to his thrusts.

Bob stepped closer, and his cock entered my mouth now slicked up for him and Jump's thrusts manipulated my mouth over his cock. As he would hunch forward into me, his thrust would send me forward and I would be filled at both ends, my ears practically popping from the air changes in my body. Then Jump would withdraw, my ass reluctant to let him go, and I would sway backwards off of Bob's cock. Jump's pounding took on a frenetic beat, and I felt his cock burn with heat in my ass, and Jump groaned, filled me with his hot jism.

My speeding up on Bob's cock had glazed his eyes with lust; he grabbed me by the ears and hunched at me fiercely.

"Hey, man, hold off." Clutch warned Bob. "Jump's done with him. Hold off, man."

Bob didn't seem to hear him, and I decided to add some suction to the mixture. I worked up more saliva and clamped on with my lips, my cheeks billowed and collapsed with each thrust, his cock making a moist, sucking sound with each movement, and Bob roared, his salty sperm shot into my mouth with a rapid tatoo of sprays, and he was done, collapsing over me almost with his exhaustion.

Clutch's ripe chuckle mocked Bob's intensity. "Man, you just lost your turn on him." Clutch mocked. He hawked and spit on his cock, which he'd apparently been doing for a while, because it was gleaming with his saliva, and he advanced on me ponderously. "Bend over, whitey, I got a nice, big present for you."

I bent over a little more and suckled Bob's cock dry and clean for him. Done, Bob went down on his knees, resting his buttocks on his heels, and wheezed. "Damn, man, that's an awfully sweet mouth you got on you."

I visibly swallowed and smiled at him. "Glad to be of service." I said. "Ugh!"

Clutch had found my opened puckerhole and now was ramming that thick schlong of his in. It felt like someone was sticking a beer can up there! Jump's cock, big as it was, hadn't opened me enough for this fist-sized cock. Clutch wasn't anything like gentle, he pushed and rammed at me with an anger that boiled from the myriad jokes a chubby man must live with, and often twists him inside. Combining that with black rage made for a powerful wrath that he now took out on me, symbol of his oppressors, a thin-waisted white man.

He split me wider, and I prayed that my rectum could heal from this misery as Clutch squirmed in deeper and deeper, ripping a path for his big schlong.

I straightened up, arcing my back rather than moving my hips, and Clutch literally wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his round stomach on the small of my back, and shoved in harder, began to fuck my ass.

I felt like a banana nestling against a melon, the arc matching the bulge, the way he touched me all the way up and down. I couldn't see a thing, but I knew how we must look, my beige skin against his chocolate skin, a rich blending of brown, pale and medium, in the dirty-brown store.

Thoughts like this helped me endure his assault, until he grunted furiously, his hips slapping the backs of my legs audibly, and I felt salt stinging the hell out of my torn anus. It was only a dribble, but it stung and burned and I groaned and made faces as he withdrew.

"Your turn, Chip." Clutch panted as he pulled his pants back up.

"I need to tie him up." Chip said. "Bob, give me that rope we got stashed over there."

"No." Aloysius said.

"What?" Chip screamed at Aloysius.

"You guys leave now." Aloysius said.

Jump, Clutch and Bob obeyed. Now it was only the three of us in the abandoned store.

"I want to cut on whitey, Aloysius." Chip said slowly, like he meant it.

"I know. But you ain't." Aloysius said. "Fuck him and then leave. I don't want no audience for mine."

"Fuck his ass after Clutch burst it wide open?" Chip snarled. "I'd rather try to fuck an elephant, and it'd be tighter!"

I felt the warm trickle of blood down my legs, and had to agree. This may require doctor's help. "I'll suck you off." I offered. "I'll do it real good."

"Damned right you will." Chip snarled as he fought at his buttons. "Not letting me cut this motherfucking honkey! I oughta slit his motherfucking throat..."

Chip kept up this monoverbal snarling while he ordered me to lie down full-length on the floor, and he sat on my chest and fed me his cock. It wasn't anything special, nice-sized, no more. Six inches of cut manmeat. I took it in my mouth easily, but Chip countered by grabbing my ears and trying to make me gag on it. But I had too much training for that, and it seemed to disappoint him, for despite all my ministrations, he got limp and finally, in disgust, pushed my head back onto the floor (not gently, he sort of threw my head at the floor, it raised a bump there) and got to his feet. "Boring motherfucking honkey lay." He muttered as he stalked out. Chip left without getting his rocks off. Somehow, I couldn't manage to feel sorry for him.

Aloysius and I were alone now. He produced more things, gauze packing which he gently tamped into my ass. "Now, leave it there for a few hours, and take it out careful. If you still bleeding, shove it back in and you get to a hospital fast."

"All right." I said. "I think I'll be all right, though."

"You can get dressed." Aloysius got to his feet.

"You're not going to fuck me?" I asked.

Aloysius smiled, and it was a nice smile on that unlined face, shook his head slightly.

"Oh." I said.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's just that..."

"Yes?"

"Out of all of them, I was looking forward to you fucking me." I admitted.

"You in no condition to get fucked right now." Aloysius pointed out.

"I know." I said. "Can I at least suck you off?"

Aloysius cocked his head onto one side as he considered the idea and me. "Okay." he said briefly.

Unlike the others, he wore only jeans, boots, and a T- shirt. He shucked the shirt and his body was ebony majesty in the yellow light that carved crescents all over him. Big pectorals that jutted visibly over his rib-cage, arms of massive muscle that moved with dignified grace as he lifted off his workboots. It was like he was giving me a show, and I stroked my cock which was eagerly pulsating at the thought of this man taking possession of me. I wished he'd remove the gauze and just fuck the shit out of me.

The boots off, he stripped off his gray worksocks and then his jeans, zippered not buttoned, were unzipped and pulled down over his taut buttocks.

Done, he stood as nude as me (nuder, I still wore my socks!) and walked over to stand beside me, lowered to his knees and fed me his cock gently. Seven inches of thick, meaty, uncut cock, I sucked and worked it gratefully for the fate he had undoubtedly spared me. I worshiped his cock as the cock of my rescuer. I raised up on one elbow to get a better purchase on it, and he moaned, the gentle sighing of wind in tree-branches, as I gobbled him down eagerly.

He shifted his weight to lie by my side but in the opposite direction, and I raised up to dive onto his cock, and as I did, I felt his warm, rich lips engulf my cock.

Sheer ecstasy! That's the only way I can describe the feel of his lips on my cock, the loving caress of this strong man, as he milked my cock with his full, soft lips.

I groaned and shifted into high gear, wanting his come inside me, and more, wanting it now, to drive him into the quick agony of joy that is orgasm, and he groaned, matched me for speed.

The noise of my breath whistled out my nostrils, and the same with his, the only noise in the room save for an errant loose floorboard squeaking its presence beneath us. I couldn't last long under such stimulation, and didn't; I groaned my climax as a warning, but he did not turn loose, instead he worked my cock faster, and I heard his own moans increase in volume through the haze that covered my eyes.

We must have hit orgasm in that same split second, for it felt like my come was pouring out of my body into him, to be cycled back out his cock and into me, a cycle around and around, for the eternal seconds of glory that wrung us dry and left us gasping and drained on the floor.

I sucked him dry, and he did the same for me. Done, finally, I twisted around to seek out his lips, and we kissed, and I tasted the salty jism on his lips that were my love-fluid.

"Damn, man, you were terrific!" I assured him, and he smiled, and I thought again the sheer beauty of a black man's smile, bright white in that ebony body, black and white joined and forever one.

"You'd better get dressed." He told me. "Last bus runs in about a half hour."

"Can't I spend the night with you?" I begged.

"Can't." he assured me.

"Why not? You live with your folks."

"Nope. I live here." he said.

"Here?" I was astounded.

"Ever since I got out of prison." he admitted. "Takes money to get a place, and a job to get money."

"Well, tell you what. I've been living alone for about two months, and I hate it. Why don't you come live with me? And we could use some good hands in our company's warehouse."

It wasn't settled quite that quickly, but about a month later, that's how it worked out. We've been together ever since, and his friends come by from time to time, Jump, Bob and Clutch, and I continue to service these members of the Blanks.

THE END
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