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Angry Black Panthers Raid The University Lacrosse Team
Contributed by: johnyboy
(This is a continuation of my story, University Lacrosse Players Get Punished
for being Real Jerks. I hope you like it; I think you will.)
This is what happened next. Tom and Randy were released from prison for lack of
evidence. Truth is they had just gotten away with almost raping a girl. But,
while spending some time in jail they were messed with by the guards and the
other inmates. They were broken and humiliated. But now they were released. They
were leaving that Hell hole and returning to their friends. They heard that the
other members of the lacrosse team were planning a big surprise party for them.
They would be welcomed as heroes, despite their comeuppance in the jail. Truth
is, they intended to tell their teammates that they stood up inside the prison,
and had beat the crap out of all the inmates that tried to take advantage of
them. If you, dear reader, believe this, please read my story: “University
Lacrosse Players Get Punished for Rape.”
In secret, Tom and Randy went to the doctor’s, to be examined from the savage
rapes they endured. As you may recall, Randy suffered a “fisting”, while Tom was
forced to endure a broom handle being inserted into his anus. Both young men
apparently were okay enough, though. Even their shaved pubes were starting to
grow back. Since the lacrosse season was over this did not concern them much.
They were not about to use any locker rooms any time soon. They were all too
ready to party again with their teammates.
That night, at the party, all the lacrosse team, at least a dozen guys, where
there. Most were wearing their blue lacrosse jerseys. They all drank, and
bragged of their exploits with various “bitches”. Tom and Randy recognized a
friend of theirs, Joe. Joe had participated in the disrespecting the girl as
well, but due to the fact that there was no evidence. He suffered no punishment,
and was not arrested. “Hey, guys! Sorry about what happened to you! But that is
the way it is sometimes. I know it sucks. But, look, they had to let you two go
anyway, right?” “Yeah, man, hey, it could have been any of us. No hard feelings,
bro.” Tom, Randy, and Joe thus embraced, and cemented their friendship. After
all, the three had got away with rape. Why hold a grudge? And, anyway, Tom and
randy liked Joe. He was a handsome kid, about twenty-two years old, had a dark,
mature look about him, and a small goatee on his chin that came from his lower
lip to his chin. His hair was short and dark brown, he was tall, almost as tall
as Randy, with brown eyes. He was a little more muscular than Randy, though, a
little more built like blond Tom, but brunette in complexion.
With music playing too loud, and the beer flowing, the party continued into the
small hours of the morning. Yes, it was great to be a university lacrosse
player! This was especially true of Joe, who got away with "dissing" a woman,
because the cops were so stupid.
In the other side of town, another kind of get together was occurring. It was a
top secret meeting of the Angry Black Panthers. They were holding this meeting
at the request of their new leader, Abdul, on the subject of the disrespect to “sistah”.
Abdul whore a steady piercing expression. He was tall, about six foot two, and
powerful. He wore a small beard and dark glasses most of the time. On his head
he wore one of those Muslim caps, only a black one. This matched the dark color
of the leather clothes he wore. All in all, Abdul was the kind of man you didn’t
want to mess with. “We are not going to tolerate this kind of sloppy police work
any longer! They think that because they are white they can insult one of our
sisters and get away with it! I will conduct, with your assistance, an
investigation of my own, and get to the bottom of this! We will interview those
white bastards ourselves, and find out the truth! If the police won’t do it,
then we will!!”
Abdul’s little statement, which had him shouting by the time he was through, was
met with cheers from the twenty odd Angry Black Panthers, and their girlfriends,
at the meeting. The Angry Black Panthers all wore dark colored uniforms, and
under their jackets, sported weapons of various kinds. They were all armed. At
least two of the members has M-16 rifles in their possession. They believed in
being well prepared, because, in their view, to stand up for the rights of the
African People, and refuse to be an “Uncle Tom” was dangerous work and won you
many enemies. Their girlfriends wore dark clothes, too. Some had leather pants.
As a rule, their women looked as tough as the men. Some were large, others just
lean and mean. They all looked well prepared to do battle for their people.
So, that night, the twenty Angry Black Panthers, and their girlfriends, piled
into about half a dozen big old cars, and headed off to the party that the
lacrosse dudes were having.
Laughing and slapping each other on the backs, the lacrosse dudes were really
whooping it up. “Hey, why don’t we get some strippers over, just like last time!
We should get nigger ones, they’re the best!” This was Joe’s suggestion, which
met with total agreement from several of the teammates. Randy and Tom, however,
didn’t go along. There experience in jail had made them shy of that sort of
thing. “Count us out, guys.” With that, Randy and Tom left the party that night,
to grab a bite to eat. The others just shrugged, and started looking, in their
drunken state, for escort services. Then there was a loud knock on the door.
Bang, bang, bang! “Open it, I don’t know who the Hell it could be at this time
of night!” One of the other players got up from a couch he was on, and walked to
the door.
“Who are you?” “Never mind that!” And with that, Abdul, and his companions
shoved their way into the house, armed, and with their 9mm pistols drawn.
“Nobody move! Just stay still, and you won’t get hurt!” The lacrosse dudes were
stunned. “What do you want? Money? We have some! Take whatever you want!” With
that several of the dudes, suddenly looking very sober, started reaching into
their pockets, and proceeded to hand over their wallets. Abdul nodded, and two
of the ladies collected these. The women also asked for the guys’ watches as
well. These the terrified youths were all too willing to hand over. All in all,
there were about a dozen lacrosse players in the house, along with the twenty
Angry Black Panthers. “Now, I want your names, and ATM codes! And they better be
right!” The dudes, in terror, thus took out a piece of paper, and wrote down
their names, and next to each, the codes for their ATM cards. They handed this
to one of the black females, who smiled and winked, “thank you, white boy!” Then
the woman left the house, to Abdul’s instruction, “don’t take too long!” “Don’t
worry! I don’t want to miss any of the fun!” Several of the Angry Black Panthers
smiled slightly at this.
“I know that several of you cowards were involved in racially insulting an
African woman a couple months back! The police have only arrested two, and these
were released. I want to know who else here was involved in that attack!” Joe’s
jaw dropped. Yikes! Several of the team looked around. A couple looked at Joe.
“Okay, so no one is talking. Then we will have to interview you all
individually, one at a time, until we get to the bottom of this.” The whole team
turned pale as ghosts, even the ones who until now had decent tans. “You first!”
Abdule pointed to a tall skinny Freshman player named Pat. Pat was long and
lean, had red hair, and freckles. He looked young, even for a Freshman. Or maybe
it was the emotion of fear that suddenly put the wide eyed look of fear on all
the guys. “Step foreword!” Pat hesitated. Abdule reached out, grabbed Pat’s
jersey, and yanked the youth foreword, who, despite being an inch or so taller
than Abdule, looked about thirty pounds lighter at least. Pat was tossed
foreword like a doll, and then shoved toward the upstairs for his interrogation.
“What are you going to do with me? Please! I don’t know anything!” Pat’s pleas
were useless. He was marched upstairs with Abdule, one of his girl friends, and
another Angry Black Panther, a large fat man named Leroy.
From the upstairs, the other players could hear crying, and slapping. It was
obvious that Pat was getting a good going over. They also heard shouting. “Tell
me more! Tell me more! Everything!” Joe, at this point, was really getting
hysterical. Suppose Pat gave him up? Next, Leroy came down the steps, and
summoned another team member from the group. This next was Eric, a medium height
and muscular blond. Eric faired no better than Pat, who he saw sitting on the
floor on the bedroom. Eric got a beating, too. But, still, no one gave up Joe.
Abdul realized that this was not working.
So, Pat, Eric, Leroy, and Abdule, and Abdule’s girlfriend, came back downstairs.
“I see, you don’t want to give up the man who degraded the sistah? Well, maybe
you are the ones who need to be degraded! All of you! Listen to me!” Abdule
spoke in a loud voice to the lacrosse players. “Take off your clothes! All of
them! Everything!” The players just looked at each other. “You mean, you want us
to stand here, naked?” “You catch on fast, white boy! Now, strip!”
Abdule wanted to continue the interrogation. Just then, the woman with the ATM
cards came knocking at the door. Abdule went into the small porch that separated
the living room from the front door. “You got the money? Good!” Abdule never
realized that ordinary college kids had such big accounts. “Did I miss
anything?” “Nothing much, I am continuing the interrogation process though.
Haven’t found out anything, yet. Oh, yes, I am having them all strip. That
should increase our psychological advantage, and help degrade these punks a
little. We can also search them more thoroughly that way.” “Well, it seems that
you thought of everything! Good job.” Then Abdule and the lady had a romantic
kiss on the porch. “Hey, boss, excuse me..” Abdule turned and found one of the
junior members entered the porch, and wanted to ask him something. “What do you
want us to do with their things?” “Collect them! Pick all of them up, and bring
them out to the car. They belong to us, now, not to those punks! Everything!
Every stitch!” “Uh, you don’t mean, umm, underwear, do you? I mean, they got to
have…” “Look, what did I just get finished saying? You dense? Everything!” Thus
several of the Angry Black Panthers marched, back and forth to their cars,
carrying all the garments that the lacrosse dudes were wearing, down to socks
and underpants. Of course, they had already taken their wallets, ATM cards,
money, and had emptied their accounts, collectively, of thousands of dollars.
Despite this, Abdule was not quite prepared for what waited for him inside.
As he and his lady entered the house from the enclosed porch they were first met
by the solid throng of darkly clad Angry Black Panthers and there ladies. They
could only see the backs of these, as all were facing foreword, deeper into the
room, and intent on the events unfolding inside. Thus, initially, Abdule was
left to push, gently, his fellow brothers and sisters, to get through all
twenty, and to help his lady into the living room. His view of the deeper
interior of the house was thus obstructed by this, and by getting through the
crowd. “Excuse me, hey, guys, excuse me, we got work..” Abdule struggled for
several seconds to get through the crowd, and into the house deeper, before he,
when he was finally through the other Panthers, could look up and see fully what
was going on.
Big, fat Leroy was the last obstruction to Abdule’s view, but at this point he
thought he could at least see the heads, and some of the shoulders of the
lacrosse team members. He wasn’t sure what he would see. He had given the orders
to his members and had taken some things. He only saw a couple of apparently
bare shoulders and the tops of several heads, obviously Caucasian from the
blond, brown, and red hair, and apparently looking downward. That was all Abdule
could really see of the events on the inside of the house. “Hey, Leroy, gang
way, man!” Leroy finally looked around, saw Abdule, smiled, and stepped aside,
“enjoy, boss.” Abdule was not sure what he meant by that, when Leroy then
stepped aside, and, finally Abdule and his girl, got a clear look from in front
of all the Angry Black Panthers.
In front of him were about a dozen university lacrosse members crowded together,
facing the Angry Black Panthers, but most with their eyes downcast toward the
floor. At first Abdule couldn’t believe it. They were all stark naked! He looked
again. All were facing him and his fellow Panthers, but with their hands clasped
tightly over their genitals, and their faces obscured by the fact that their
heads were facing the floor. There were about a dozen, arranged in approximately
three ranks, almost like a team year book photo. Only no year book would ever
show a view such as this. Andule saw more of the tops of their heads, as most of
these boys tried to hide their faces in shame. He saw the solid mass of pale
white flesh before him, the bodies of what used to be arrogant young men. Yes,
some were blond, most had brown hair, and there were a couple redheads. He
noticed one of the players-the lad named Pat. He was tall, and standing behind
most of his teammates. His chest and shoulders were only visible, as others were
standing in front of him. Yet, even in this view, Abdule could see that Pat was
long and lankiy, without much muscle, and had practically no body hair to speak
of.
The rest of the team ranged from medium height to tall. None had a lot of body
hair. A couple has a little bit of hair on their chests. This was obvious a
source of pride to these in the locker room, but not here. In this place their
bodies were only a source of shame, as they all universally bowed their heads,
and all, especially the front row, tried desperately to cover their privates.
Where was all their locker room bantor now? Was this the same team whose members
enjoyed so much those group showers? It sure couldn’t have been from their shame
and humiliation. But they were.
Abdule checked them over, from their feet up their thighs, to their clasped
hands. Yes, it was true. His members made sure orders were in fact followed.
They had indeed undressed completely. The arrogant university lacrosse team, the
privileged punks who so despised poor African Americans were now standing,
completely helpless before the Angry Black Panthers and their ladies, and they
stood there stripped naked! Abdule turned around, and thanked his crew for a job
well done. They looked back, and at the white punks. There ladies were all
smiling ear to ear. “Okay, we have work to do! The interrogations must continue!
We’ll start again with you! You in the back! Step foreword! Now!” Abdule
indicated Pat with his finger, and after several commands, the terrified youth
stepped through his teammates. He finally reached the front and stood directly
before Abdule, his head bowed, trembling, and desperately trying to hide
himself. He was several inches taller than Abdule, but much slimmer. He also
looked a lot lighter than Abdule. From head to toe, he had long arms and legs, a
flat chest, and a smooth body. He had, as I said before, red hair and freckles.
Abdule figured that he must have a small red bush of pubic hair, too, but
couldn’t see that yet, as his hands were over that. If Abdule used his
imagination, the kid almost looked like a woman. Actually, if one used their
imaginations, the whole team looked effeminate to the macho Angry Black
Panthers. And it seems that all these kids, could, as if they were mind readers,
tell this. They felt stripped of their manhood along with their garments.
“Okay, all of you, upstairs, and be quiet!” The other Angry Black Panthers
ordered all the nude victims to proceed, single file, up the steps at gun point.
They were thus now exposed from the side. And of course, as they walked, their
asses were exposed now, too. This made them even more self conscious. Several of
the team turned around to look, only to find that their suspicions were indeed
correct. The ladies of the Angry Black Panthers were indeed checking out their
backsides. And, yes, so were the men!
“Not you, honey buns!” Abdule grabbed Pat by his arm, as the later tried to join
the others, and kept him behind, with most of the African Americans in the
house. A few of the gun toting Angry Black Panthers followed the bare assed
lacrosse team up the steps, enjoying the view, of course, and then ordered them
into a closet, and threatened them with death if they said anything. They jammed
into the closet, and remained silent through it all, except several who were
sniffling, and were starting to cry. “Love those buns!” One Panther said, as he
smacked the bubbly rear of the last player, a well built blond by name of Eric.
Eric jumped at the slap, but proceeded, silently, into the closet, a slight red
mark showing on his bare white bottom just before the door closed.
Alone, naked, with none of his friends with him, and surrounded by the men and
women of the Angry Black Panthers, Pat pleaded for mercy. “Shut up! And stop
that crying, you little bitch!” Sobbing, Pat responded. “Sir, yes sir! Anything
you say, sir!” “Put up you fucking hands, high, you got nothing worth hiding!”
Pat did so. Whether the interrogator could see through Pat’s hands, or had
caught a glimpse before, I don’t know. But, he was right. Pat had a small bush
of red pubic hair, and a tiny, pathetic looking prick, that could barely be seen
through that red bush. Several of the onlookers laughed. “How old are you?
Twelve? Thirteen?” “Almost twenty, sir.” Pat responded in a trembling voice,
still careful to keep his hands raised. This only made the surrounding group
laugh all the louder. Truth is, only Pat’s height really made him formidable.
From head to toe he simply looked like a wimpy teenaged red head. With his hands
raised, and his little prick and bush, he almost looked like a woman. Several of
the Panther men felt their dicks getting hard. Abdule moved around Pat to the
back. Pat followed him with his eyes, and started to turn slowly, wondering what
he was doing. “Stay still, asshole! I didn’t tell you to fucking move, did I?”
Pat, surprised, snapped foreword again, his rear to Abdule, and his arms now
stretched above his head, almost as far as he could reach. “Yes, sir! I mean,
uhh no sir! I, uhh, sir, you know sir, sir, whatever, please sir!” “Shut the
fuck up asshole!” “Yes, thank you, sir!” Pat was desperate to please, and the
process was noticed by the other Angry Black Panthers. They were getting a
lesson on how they should proceed to interview snotty white boys. The women
smiled and licked their lips. The men looked at each other and nodded. Their
respect for Abdule was growing. It was amazing at how good he was at handling
this tall young white boy.
Abdule could now proceed. As Pat was several inches taller than he, and his back
was to Abdule, this gave him a perfect view of the young white dude’s bare
buttocks. They were perfectly smooth and wonderfully sculpted. Pat’s pelvis
tilted slightly foreword, and his cheeks thus protruded slightly, and were well
shaped and slightly separated, even when Pat was standing straight. The crack
was well defined. Abdule greatly admired that butt, and put his hand on it to
caress it. Nice feel. Firm. Pat just stood there in mortal terror. Abdule then,
commanded, “spread your legs, keep your hands high!” Pat complied. Then Abdule
squeezed Pat’s buttocks-one in each of his hands-and pulled them wide apart.
“Okay. Just making sure you are not hiding anything. Bend over a little. I want
to see your anus!” Pat complied, and Abdule opened those buttocks wide enough
and at the right angle to examine the little pink hole of Pat’s anus. Pat was
being given a full body search. Then he was questioned.
Still, Pat did not give up any names! In the end, Pat was sent upstairs to the
closet, and other team members were summoned down. They were, one by one, given
a full body search, like Pat was, and were then questioned. Although some cried,
and all pleaded, no one would name any of their teammates who were implicated in
the rape of the young black woman. Then the last two were summoned-Eric and
Joe-a blond and a brunette to be searched and questioned. This is where this
story gets really interesting…….
To Be Continued…..
Angry Black Panthers Raid University Lacrosse Team-Part Two
Contributed by: johnyboy
Down the steps, in mortal terror, walked Eric and Joe. Joe in particular worried
about the possibility of Eric giving him up in the incident of the taunting of
the African American woman at the party. But Eric never said anything. The two
young men proceeded, nude, down the steps, hands over privates, and into the
middle of the living room of the house, to be interrogated by Abdule and the
rest of the Angry Black Panthers. Meanwhile the rest of the team was kept
confined, upstairs, in a bedroom closet, under armed guard by several Panthers
outside, and likewise, stripped of their clothes.
Eric and Joe proceeded, to be searched by Abdule. Eric and blond, and Joe a
brunette, with one of those tiny beards. They both were ordered to raise their
arms, when suddenly, and surprisingly, Eric spoke up. “No, sir, I am not doing
this! You have girls here, sir! You had no right to make all of us take off
everything, even our underwear, and then to have us all body searched with all
of you looking on! We demand to be treated with dignity!” Joe was horrified, he
whispered, “damnit, Eric, do you want to get killed?” Abdule approached Eric
closely, and got within an inch of his nose. He looked long into Eric’s eyes.
“Listen here, white boy. I admire and respect your courage. But either you, or
some of your buddies humiliated a woman. I am going to find out the truth. And
if I have to humiliate you arrogant punks, then, I will. Now, I will say it
again, you goddamned son of a bitch. Raise your fucking arms, and show us all
your body! That means under your cock, and between your ass cheeks. We want to
see everything. Now, do it or I will put a bullet through both your heads! Now!”
Joe then repeated, “fuck Eric! Do what he says!”
With that Abdule enjoyed the pleasure of giving young Joe and Eric full body
searches. The other men, and especially women, who were there enjoyed the sight
immensely and with whistles and blown kisses made this obvious. Eric’s defiance
only made the onlookers enjoy the humiliation that much more, and become that
much more obvious in how much they enjoyed it. And, after all, both of the young
white lacrosse players were well built, and as I said before, blond Eric had
such a smooth bubbly ass. Could you blame the onlookers?
Abdule, though, wasn’t finished with the search of the two boys. “Now, people, I
will show you how you can most effectively break the spirit of young white
arrogant punks like these. Go into the kitchen, someone, and get me a can of
Crisco!” The crowd cheered at this, and two of the members promptly retrieved
such a can from the kitchen. “Here you go, boss.” They handed it to Abdule. The
two white boys, hands back down over their private parts, looked at each other
in horror. “It was him! He did it! The other two, Tom and Randy left and haven’t
returned, but Joe here was one of the ones who raped that girl!” Thus Eric gave
Joe up. But Abdule didn’t care at this point. And neither did the Angry Black
Panthers. They wanted revenge on all the team. At this point they decided that
they were all snot nosed arrogant little cowards. Eric’s pleas were to no avail.
“Both of you, on your knees!” The crowd cheered. Eric and Joe, naked, lowered
themselves down on their knees, then leaned foreword on their hands, thus making
their butts a little more exposed. “Leroy, would you kindly assist me?” “With
pleasure, boss!” Abdule and Leroy thus worked together, to the hoots of the men
and women in the crowd, and applied generous amounts of grease to the asses of
both the lacrosse dudes who were on their hands and knees.
Then Abdule, who had been a little offended by Eric’s earlier defiance, decided
to choose him. “Ladies and gentlemen, you will see how I will impale the
beautiful butt of this blond white boy. Oh, how smooth and white it is!
Delectable!” The truth is that Eric’s butt was smooth and white, except for a
slight and fading red mark made on it earlier when an Angry Black Panther
initially smacked that bottom. Then Abdule proceeded to unzip his pants, and
losen them. He pulled down his own underwear, and his huge nine inch black cock
sprang out, as though it was being held back just for this moment. Eric turned
his head around momentarily, and his eyes widened in horror as he viewed that
massive organ. “No, no, please, sir, no sir!” His pleas were useless of course,
and his only hope was the generous amount of grease smeared over his tiny pink
hole and the surrounding cavity. “Now, relax, ‘girl’ and let me press my cock
in…” Abdule pushed and pushed, and his organ pressed against Eric’s anus, which
Eric was trying to open up but which only seemed to want to shut. Eric started
to wince in pain and close his eyes.
Abdule positioned his hands around Eric’s hips, then he worked to open Eric’s
buttocks further, trying to get things to open up. He pushed and pushed his huge
black phallus on top of the tiny greased hole. Slowly, it seemed as though some
penetration was being made, if only the tip of the penis. “I will now continue
the pressure folks. Breath deeply, bitch!” Eric did so, and, at the orders of
Abdule, pushed outward, as though he was trying to take a shit. The Angry Black
Panther men were all getting hard at this. Eric was struggling. They were all
being given a lesson on anal sex. Joe, still on his knees looked on, then at big
fat Leroy, who was likewise removing his pants. He knew that Joe’s hole was for
him. The crowd loved the instructions. It was amazing to see these boys be
degraded like this.
To the surprise of the crowd, Abdule’s massive cock was making headway. Eric let
out a loud moan. Then he moaned again. You couldn’t tell if it was a moan of
pleasure or pain-or both. But it was loud enough that even the people upstairs
could hear it. Some of the Black Panthers upstairs looked downstairs at all the
commotion. “Hey, guys, Abdule and Leroy are fucking the two white boys. They
almost look like they are enjoying it, too!” “Cool. Yeah. Which of these do you
think we will get?” They then speculated on which of their naked and helpless
victims in the closet would be subjected to whose cocks in their asses.
It seemed a physical impossibility. But by some miracle, or by the power of
Crisco, Eric’s ass actually absorbed all nine inches of Abdule’s penis. Eric’s
face was red, and he was breathing hard, but he did do it. And his moaning was
as loud as a scream. “Now, I will pump my cock in and out of this ass!” Abdule
gently slid back and then pushed foreword again. “Uhhh, uhhh, oh, yeah, uhh,
yeah, oh yeah, ahhh, yes!” It actually seemed as though Eric was enjoying the
fuck! Why not? There was no point in defiance. He had been effectively broken as
a man. The crowd nodded in admiration.
Big fat Leroy also observed this as he looked down on the bare back of Joe,
which tapered to a firm waistline, and then a slight widening to show the
outline of full hips. He was more tanned and a little hairier than his friend,
but not so that he would appear at all unattractive. Quite the opposite! His
back was smooth, and he had just a little chest hair, which of course was not
visible in the position he was lying in. Below his waist, his buttocks were a
shade lighter than his back. They were not nearly as white as Eric’s, but were
fair nonetheless. On his knees, and now his elbows, the position allowed those
buttocks to be spread slightly, providing a view of the hairy crack in between.
Below that, if one looked, were Joe’s larger than average balls and dick. Joe’s
legs had a reasonable amount of hair. All in all, Joe prostrate and nude was a
sight to behold. When Leroy removed his pants, his penis needed no encouragement
to get hard. He saw the hair inside the cavity of Joe’s ass, much of it matted
down by the Crisco treatment, and he knew that this was going to be the most
enjoyable sex he had ever experienced. Leroy got big and hard by now. He knew
what to do. He had studied Abdule’s performance very well.
One thing that Leroy did differently from Abdule, however. “I want this white
dude to suck my cock!” So, without much hesitation, Joe sat his bare butt down
on his feet, and opened his mouth, to accept that large black cock of Leroy’s.
It was a tight fit, a classic case of “biting off more than you can chew”. But
Joe swallowed that cock, which pushed all the way to the back of Joe’s mouth,
and part way down his throat, making the white dude gag. “Now don’t go spitting
up on my dick! You swallow all that cock!” Joe only grunted. How does a person
talk with eight inches of fat cock in their mouth? “Now, suck on it!” Soon Leroy
was moaning with real pleasure. Oh, yeah! What a mouth that dude had! What a
cock sucker! Then, finally, Leroy pulled out, leaving Joe wondering why. After
all, he thought, hadn’t he sucked that cock well enough?
“Now, move your pretty ass around!” Leroy had Joe rotate around, lower his upper
body again, then present his firm, round, and hairy butt to Leroy. Leroy, his
cock rock hard, pressed home on the now greased anus of Joe. In all eight inches
went, all the way. This was terrific. Now, it was Joe who was doing most of the
moaning. Joe’s colon was filled to capacity with Leroy’s cock, and it actually
started to feel good. Clearly Joe, like Eric, was broken as a man. Abdule and
Leroy had demonstrated to the Angry Black Panthers, the proper method of
sodomizing young white arrogant punks.
Finally the two were pulled to their feet. They stood there, naked, with sullen
expressions on their faces. The group surrounding them were amazed. There was no
resistance to be seen. It was beautiful! Then the two were told to put there
hands behind their backs. “Tie them up!” So several Panther men and women found
some rope from one of their cars outside, and tied up the two nude young
lacrosse dudes. Then they were marched to the kitchen, made to lie on the floor,
and, as a final degradation, were tied together, facing one another! In this
position even there dicks were in contact. “There, girls, now you can be lovers!
I always said these lacrosse dudes were fags! This proves it!” To tell you the
truth, Joe and Eric did start getting hard from being in such close contact.
There may have been something there.
This process was repeated again and again. Two by two nude lacrosse dudes were
summoned from the closet, where Angry Black Panthers got to sodomize them,
sometimes having oral sex as well, sometimes going to anal only. They al
however, lost their anal virginity to at least one of the Panthers, sometimes
more than one, as there were more Panthers than lacrosse players. The girls also
got into the act. Sometimes they would just fondle one of the players, but in
some cases they would actually penetrate a player digitally. That was real fun
to the girls, but not so much for the guys. I think at least one of the girls
lost a fake fingernail. Ah, where to look for it? Then, two by two, the boys
were tied up together, usually in sexually degrading positions, in the kitchen.
When it was all over, Abdule and his crew went to the kitchen, and had
themselves some sandwiches, and beer, having a great deal of difficulty avoiding
the doven or so nude bound dudes lying on the floor. These dudes were already
covered with urine and semen, now an occasional beer spilled on them as well.
The Panthers went out to the dining room, and left their garbage all over the
house. It was a fun night for the Panthers.
In the end the Panthers left the house. You could say they ended up having the
fun sex party, not the lacrosse dudes. As they were driving away, Randy and Tom
drove up, not realizing what had happened. “Hey, guys! Where are all of you
going? Why don’t you bring us along?” Tom and Randy in the dark, thought they
were talking to their fellow teammates. “Hey guys, if you are going out for some
hot sex, take us, too!” Abdule looked around from the back seat of his car. He
rolled down the window after telling his driver to stop. “Okay, hop in!” The
three cars stopped. Randy hopped into one, Tom into another. And off they drove.
About a block down the street, Randy and Tom both realized their mistake.
Well, maybe it wasn’t a mistake. They did after all want a night with lots of
sex, right? Well, that night they had plenty of sex. The reader can only
imagine!
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