The Gangbang

A hardcore gangbang porno shoot gets out of control before an old-school fluffer is brought in to help out. Can Rob save this nasty interracial video shoot?

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Rob was excited as he walked onto the set. He showed up on-time, but none of the talent was there yet. That didn’t much surprise him. He was let in by a mouse-faced white man with a balding head. He checked Rob’s name against a list, and he initially said no after a cursory glance.
“You ain’t on the list.”
“I’m supposed to be, I swear,” Rob said. He momentarily wondered if Thumper had lied to him.
“Look, this ain’t that kind of movie. You prolly got the wrong address,” the bald man said. “This is a gangbang flick. Black guys and a white chick. You ain’t a black guy, and you ain’t a white chick.”
“I swear, I’m on there as a fluffer.”
“Fluffer? We ain’t had fluffers since they invented that little blue pill,” the man said, then he glanced back down at the list. “Oh, wait… You’re on here as Mr. White’s ‘personal assistant’.”
“That’s it. That’s me,” Rob said.
“He brought his own fluffer?”
Rob shrugged. “He said no one’s taking Wiagro anymore.”
“I’ve been shooting porno all week, they’re all taking Wiagro.”
“White guys?”
“What?”
“I mean… in his words… well, I don’t wanna use his wording exactly, but he basically said black guys aren’t taking it anymore.”
“Oh. What? Really?”
“Yeah, something about police brutality.”
“What does Wiagro have to do with police brutality?”
“I dunno. Ask him.”
The bald man shrugged. “Fine. You can’t eat from the craft services table, I’ll kick you out if you do.”
“Okay.”
Rob walked in. The set was made up to look like a dingy alleyway, with trash strewn about and a dumpster nearby. The dumpster was covered in paint that looked like garbage. The set was very well-done, and it seemed like it should smell bad, but all Rob smelled was hand sanitizer.
Near one wall was a table of food — the craft services table, presumably. Rob was too nervous to eat, and the lunch meat looked gray and cheap and room-temperature, so he was not tantalized. The bald man kept glancing at him though, like he was expecting Rob to sneak a few bites.
He soon saw evidence of the woman — not her, but her agent appeared on set and whispered to the bald man, something about her “having some questions about the scene”. Rob desperately wanted to sneak closer, but he didn’t want to get kicked off the set before anything even started.
When the men began to show up, Rob was excited, awkward at first as they all looked at him like he was a benign tumor they had just found. No one asked why he was there. Rob didn’t know if that was because Thumper had told them, or if they just didn’t care.
Thumper was last to arrive. He made eye contact with Rob, nodded, then went straight for the nine other black men who were already there. They milled about in one corner of the set.
After slapping hands with the other nine guys, Thumper lowered his voice to say something important, and they all leaned in. Rob couldn’t tear his eyes away. It sounded like he was encouraging them, almost like a coach or a civil rights leader, and every few seconds he was interrupted by a chorus of uh-huh and yeah, homeboy.
Rob drooled at the thought of bedding these studs, who were the literal embodiments of the black buck mandingo archetype in the national consciousness — these were some of the biggest stars in the industry today.
Thumper White, a middle-aged former convict and heavyweight boxer, had been humping Rob off and on since he got out of prison, and invited him along to the filming of Ten in Three at One Time, an interracial gangbang porn film that Thumper starred in, being filmed right off campus. Rob was skipping class to be here.
Attending a shoot like this had always been one of Rob’s dreams, and this had to be one of the best movies for him to watch. He gleaned from overhearing the crew set up that the ten gangbangers were supposed to “dp her every which way” including double-anal, double-vaginal and double-anal, even supposedly at the same time. He says it’s impossible, he just wants to film them trying.
The girl appeared, flanked by her manager. She was Jaleena Tight, a well-known star in the industry. She was tall, pretty but in a fake, made-up way — Rob got the impression she would be a lot less hot up close and without her makeup on. She looked bored, as if she got triple-penetrated by ten cocks at once every day.
“Alright, let’s get started, come on, guys, over here,” said the director, the bald man, whose name was Gerry. He didn’t look at all excited to be here, Rob thought.
Thumper broke up the huddle. They had all wrapped arms around each other, and Rob was so close he could imagine himself in the center of that circle. His dick jumped to full erection in his pants.
As Gerry ran through the shooting schedule, Rob daydreamed. He couldn’t have assembled a better cast of hardcore thugs. All of the legends in the field were here, including Bryan Plumper, who pretended not to recognize Rob even though he’d been giving Rob reluctant reacharounds every week for months now — Bryan was in desperate need of money and Rob made him agree to regular reacharounds in exchange for cash. Bryan kept that on the downlow though.
Rob was already rock-hard before anyone took their cocks out. He was embarrassed to jack off, so he just let his cock get hard in his pants as the men approached the girl.
“Yo, girl, you look good enough to eat.”
“Look good enough to fill up, ya mean.”
She smiled, though she obviously didn’t much want to be doing this. All ten men talked at once, muttering seductive come-ons to her, interspersed with trashy insults. “Come on, slut, suck my dick” She unzipped the fly of the first man, Bryan Plumper, and his limp dick flopped out.
Bryan Plumper remained one of the top black male stars of porno today, both because of his Hollywood handsome face, his perfect body like a professional athlete, his outrageously huge cock and because of his cocky onscreen personality. He grinned like a jerk as he flopped his dick against her face.
“How my balls smell, ya trailer park bitch?”
His limp cock was still one of the biggest Rob had ever seen. He didn’t want to get kicked off the set, so he didn’t get too close, but he was impressed — it was even bigger in real life than it seemed on his computer monitor.
“Hey, uh… Bryan…” the director, Gerry said. “Uh… Can you get hard?” He sounded like he was surprised he wasn’t already hard.
Bryan shrugged. “Get me a better girl, and I will.” He frowned at the girl, who blanched but didn’t respond. She licked his dick slowly, but not in a slow, seductive way, just in a sloppy, bored way, as though she was imagining herself licking a popsicle she didn’t much enjoy.
“Aren’t you on Wiagro?”
Bryan shook his head, echoed by the other nine. It was Thumper who spoke up though. He had his dick, half-hard already, sticking out the fly of his jeans. “We ain’t takin’ that no mo’. Ain’t you on Twitter, man?” The other guys chorused their agreement.
Gerry nodded. “Yeah, technically. I don’t do it personally though. I have a Sri Lankan woman who does that for me. What’s going on?”
“The CEO of the company who makes Wiagro is a fucking racist,” Thumper said. The other nine tried to explain it all at the same time, so Rob couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he got the gist of it: the CEO had said that black men killed by the police ‘should have been following the law, so they wouldn’t get themselves shot’.
Did he really say that? Rob followed politics closely and hadn’t heard that one, so he found it dubious — and why would anyone have even asked some pharmaceutical executive about police brutality? The gangbang crew all flexed their muscles at the director, as though Gerry was responsible for it all.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Gerry said, holding his hand up for silence. “I get it, guys, I do. I understand. But you know… we’re shootin’ porno here, right? You have to have a hardon. That’s pretty much a basic rule. You can’t just flop your dick around like a dead fish.”
Thumper walked over to Rob. “We goin’ old-fashioned, Gerry. I brought a fluffer along,” he said. “Get down.”
Rob got on his knees, swallowing Thumper’s cock in one smooth motion. The others all burst into laughter and chatter.
Disappointingly, the other nine made it clear they weren’t going to use Rob to get hard. They all said they could do it on their own.
“I don’t need no sissy, Gerry. I do this the even more old-fashioned way.”
But Rob could see that more than a few were watching him out of the corner of their eyes.
Rob deep-throated Thumper’s cock, putting on a good show for the guys who weren’t focused on the girl — she was still sucking off Bryan Plumper, who was dressed as a pimp and making demands of her. The others all looked away, but Rob could see them glancing over out of the corner of their eyes.
“Yeah girl look up at me when you suck my cock. Go on, go deeper. Deeper, baby, you can do it. It’s okay to gag a little, ain’t nuffin’ wrong with dat.”
When it felt like Thumper was near orgasm, he pulled away from Rob. He hurried over to Bryan Plumper and rammed his cock next to his in the girl’s mouth.
“Hey, homeboy! Ain’t nobody asked for yo’ dick!” Bryan said. He looked at Thumper crossly. If it weren’t for the others laughing at him, Rob suspected Bryan would have punched him.
“Thumper don’t care, homeboy. He old-school like that. He a prison homeboy.”
For his part, Thumper didn’t even seem to notice. He let his dick touch Bryan’s, and the girl sucked on both tips. She didn’t use a lot of tongue, and it didn’t look like a great blowjob. Bryan shook his head. “Old man, you are one nasty homeboy.”
Thumper shrugged. “Whatchoo complainin’ ’bout? We double-teaming this bitch every way, right?”
“Yeah, but we don’t do that any more than we got to. We start off with just some one-on-ones,” Bryan said. His erection had deflated.
“Bryan… What happened to your hardon?” Gerry asked. He sounded frustrated.
“This homeboy’s cock happened to it!” Bryan shouted. He dropped his green pimp pants and turned around. His perfectly smooth, round asscheeks were right in front of the woman’s face. “Come on, lick my ass, bitch. That always gets me hard.”
“No.”
Bryan looked at her through his legs in anger. He had to move his cock and balls to one side to see her face. “What?”
“That wasn’t on the list. I ain’t being paid for a rimjob,” the girl said. She looked away from Bryan’s ass. “Get your ass outta my face.”
Gerry sighed. “Yeah, that’s right. No rimjobs today.”
“You said we was doing it all!” Bryan said. He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. “You said we was doing rimjobs!”
Gerry shook his head. “I said that was the plan, Bryan. I said that like two months ago. Plans change.”
As they continued arguing, Rob was surprised by Enrico Strong. He was a plump young black man, the one there with the biggest belly, though he wasn’t fat, he just had a lot of muscle and a fair amount of padding over it. He didn’t seem at all self-conscious about it. Enrico was the only one who had taken his shirt off so far, so everyone could see his body.
“Yo, you get me hard, huh, sissy… Huh?” Enrico said.
Rob kissed his cock without answering. He swallowed it all the way down to the root. Enrico looked like he didn’t want to attract attention from the others, who were whacking their limp dicks against the woman’s face. She sucked off each one in turn.
“Yo, this bitch ain’t suckin’ like she need it.”
“Come on, bitch, deep-throat that shit. You just playin’ with the tip.”
Then Enrico pulled away from Rob and shoved in between the others. He didn’t seem to notice — or didn’t care — that his dick leaked precum on their thighs as he squeezed past them to shove his dick in her throat.
“Finally!” Gerry said. “A hard cock.” He looked to Rob and raised his eyebrows. Rob nodded. Gerry cleared his throat. “Okay, everybody — everyone but Thumper and Enrico, I mean — go on and let the fluffer get you hard.”
Rob opened his mouth wide. He smiled proudly. He had fantasized about these porn stars off so much, and now it was actually happening. “Oh shit, I ain’t think we was gonna do it, but this sloppy-ass slut is not doin’ it fo’ me.” First was Justyn Dong, a tall, lean man with a tight little face, not especially handsome, though he had a nice body and a huge cock.
There was a little blood flowing through his cock already, and when Rob sucked it down, it quickly perked into life. “Damn, this punk know how to do it right” Justyn fed his dick down Rob’s throat. He lightly slapped the side of Rob’s throat as though that helped it go down.
“Okay, come on, Justyn, let’s go. Y’all need to learn how to use a fluffer. You just get hard, then come over here and fuck a little,” Gerry said. Justyn mockingly saluted him as he left Rob’s mouth and returned to the set.
“Alright, slut, you ain’t had nothin’ yet.”
He was replaced by Tyrell Brickley, a local, and Steel Lexington, a cool, fashionable homeboy, who wore reflective sunglasses still, even though he had taken off the rest of his clothes. He slowly spat onto his rod as Rob sucked down all that sweat, and the other one, the local Tyrell, was mollywopping his dick on both Rob’s face and Steel’s dick.
His dick was thick and veiny, and it soon stirred to life in Rob’s throat. “Fuck yeah, you got that nice open punk’s neck, I like that.” He even lifted his sunglasses over his head as the first few drops of salty precum leaked down Rob’s throat.
Next up was Shortie Nack, a squat young thug with a thick mustache and a plump body, not quite as wide as Enrico’s but with plenty of thickness. “Get ready to choke, alright? My paps always told me if you gonna ramrod a homeboy, you gotta show him who’s boss. I know you ain’t a homeboy, but I think the same principle apply even more to honkies.” Rob deep-throated his dick and licked his sweaty nutsack as he enthusiastically agreed.
Then Shortie took Rob by the ear, held him in place, and rammed his cock down Rob’s throat. His gyrations were so intense Rob choked loudly, and Gerry yelled at Shortie to shut up.
“Can’t help it, Massa Gerry, this’s the only one I’s uh-know how to use his dick, suh!” He laughed as he left Rob’s spasming face to join the gangbang. He looked back longingly at Rob, whose features were bright red from both embarrassment and lack of oxygen.
After that was Mr. Markum, the only one there who actually looked like a nice guy. He had deep dimples and a round face, and he smiled a lot, even as he nervously let Rob swallow his cock. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, and his fat dick pulsated in Rob’s throat.
“This is actually my first time lettin’ a man on my meat. Ain’t that bad, really… Works too, he gettin’ me hard in no time.”
As Mr. Markum went back to the girl, Rob swallowed down Baron Hung. He whacked his dick across Rob’s face before he let himself get fully hard. “Just wanna make sure you see this meat before you gag on it some more — you worship it, huh?” Rob’s throat was already too full to answer. He let his eyes say yes as he choked on the entire ten inches of black cock in his throat.
Wesley Gripes came next, second-to-last. He was possibly the oldest, Rob thought, or maybe roughly tied with Thumper. But while Thumper was a burly thug with a few gray hairs appearing on his chest and head, Wesley had a smooth, hairless body, and a few wrinkles on his face, but otherwise didn’t look especially old. “These other homeboys don’t even know, man. But I do. I was makin’ porno when these homeboys was in diapers. Back then, we always had fluffers, and they was always sissies. Or sometimes just some homeboy who piss me off, so I tell him he gotta be my fluffer fo’ a day. Lemme spit in yo’ throat, bitch. He took his dick out and spat a thick wad of saliva right down Rob’s throat. Rob choked and gasped for more. “I wish I could stay, bitch, but that bitch over there wants me, and I’s gettin’ paid fo’ that.”
When Wesley walked away, spit dripping from his dick, the only one left was Bryan Plumper. He sneered down at Rob and crossed his arms over his massive chest, still pretending he didn’t know Rob. He had a huge rod, so big Rob thought it might be the first cock in his life he couldn’t deep-throat.
At least one of the other gangbangers chuckled as though they didn’t believe him, but Bryan didn’t acknowledge it. He took a deep breath and whacked his limp dick over Rob’s face. He put the tip in Rob’s mouth, then stopped himself.
“Nah. I can’t do this,” Bryan said. “You gonna eat my ass, bitch.” He bent over on all fours, putting his face on the ground and his ass wide in the air. He wiggled his hips as though waiting to get a dick up his ass. “I was lookin’ forward to a rimjob today.”
Rob dived right into his ass. He plunged his tongue deep in Bryan’s ass.
“You see, bitch? You should do this, take a fucking lesson from this punk,” Bryan said, chuckling. He repeated himself until the girl angrily said she heard him. He moaned passionately, so loud he grabbed attention from the guys who weren’t currently getting in position to start fucking the girl.
Finally, his cock hard, Bryan got up and raced over to the girl. She was sitting on Mr. Markum’s cock, easing into her ass. Without a word of warning, Bryan pushed his own cock into her pussy. His balls touched Mr. Markum’s as they both began fucking her.
The woman was limp, as though she had been double-penetrated so often she barely noticed. Bryan roared and flexed his biceps as he pushed inside her.
“Yo, Bryan, can you get your balls off me?” Mr. Markum said. His voice was muffled because he was under the girl, who was herself under Bryan’s heavy body.
But it didn’t sound like Bryan even heard his words. He kept fucking the girl, slamming his dick in with each powerful thrust of his hips. Each time, his balls hit Mr. Markum’s, making a sweaty, moist slapping sound that all the other gangbangers groaned at. All except for Thumper who kneeled down to get a better look at their balls slapping together.
“Man… homeboy! Bryan, homeboy, hang up for a sec,” Mr. Markum said, louder. “You keep touchin’ my balls and shit, man. That’s gross. I hate balls.”
“Yeah, I’m ’bout to lose my erection. This bitch is too loose,” Bryan said. “Where’s that fluffer at?”
Gerry sighed. He obviously didn’t want to keep interrupting the shoot for this, but he motioned for Rob to get in there. “Don’t take your dicks out, guys. Come on, we got a lot to shoot today.”
Rob hurried into the shot and put his head between Mr. Markum’s and Bryan’s hips. It smelled like assholes and ball-hair, he thought as he licked Mr. Markum’s balls first, then Bryan’s. “Damn, he gettin’ in there! That is a fuckin’ expert move right there!” They were both deep in the girl’s body, so their cocks were not visible, and their hairy scrotums overlapped. Rob licked each ball separately at first, then opened his mouth so wide he could get all four in at once.
Bryan grunted, and the sound was palpable through his balls, which made Rob moan with pleasure. Bryan said, “Damn… I ain’t think ball-lickin’ could make me get hard.”
“Yeah, that’s nice, I like it when you move your tongue,” Mr. Markum said. His balls crawled up in his sac as his dick got hard inside the girl.
“Okay fluffer, come on out of there, they’re hard,” Gerry said.
Rob was disappointed, but he crawled away. He needn’t have been upset because he hadn’t even taken a deep breath before someone shoved a dick in his mouth. He soon saw that it was Steel Lexington, who just rammed his dick in a few times, then moved to the girl’s mouth.
A few yards away, outside the current shot, Rob saw Thumper and Wesley Gripes laying on the floor, facing each other before they laid on their backs. Their thickly corded legs wrapped around each other’s bodies as they scooted so close that their dicks touched.
Thumper didn’t seem to mind, but Wesley was grossed out. “Ah, damn, yo’ dick feel like a damp sponge, Thumper. This shit is nasty.” His dick immediately fell limp. Rob crawled over to slurp on his meat. Their cocks together were as thick as a fist, Rob thought, he’d be impressed if she got them both fully in her ass.
But he took both dicks in his mouth just to get Wesley hard, as Thumper was still rock-hard anyway. Rob pleasured both cocktips at once, and he flicked his tongue in and out of Wesley’s pisshole. He couldn’t believe he was jerking off the Wesley Gripes!
“You real nasty,” Wesley said. He curled his lip up and stuck out his tongue.
The girl walked over to Wesley and Thumper. She moaned in pain when she sat on their cocks, straining to get both in her asshole. “Oh shit, she got ’em in her ass, this girl a nastiness champion.” Wesley gave some of the guys dap from his position on the ground.
While she worked two dicks into her ass, Shortie Nack got his own dick serviced. He looked on at the scene, watching the girl strain to get two dicks inside her. Rob swallowed him down to the root, then did the same for Baron Hung. Their dicks tasted like pussy now.
They both moved onto her mouth. She was concentrating on taking both dicks in her ass, so she didn’t really suck, just left her mouth open while they rubbed their cocks together on her lips. “Alright, bitch, you got four in you, now, two in the mouth, two in the ass. You got five more to go!” The men all laughed as they reached in to touch her tits.
Enrico and Bryan were next. Enrico let Rob lick his dick for a few seconds, but he was still half-hard, so he was ready right away. He got on his knees and pushed his dick into her pussy, while Bryan Plumper bent over in front of Rob. He grunted.
“Don’t fight me, bitch, take this dick, like the slut I know you is, whore.”
Rob licked his asshole until Bryan was hard again. His musty ass-flesh tasted like sweat, and his dick was hard almost right away. He stayed at it until Gerry yelled at him to hurry into position. He even lifted one of his legs and shook it like a dog.
So the girl had Wesley and Thumper in her ass — both of them on the floor on their backs, cocks jammed in together. Shortie and Baron flopped their limpish dicks on her face, joined soon by Mr. Markum, whose dick was half-hard. Her face was entirely concealed by the three limp cocks covering her.
“You look so nasty with three dicks all on you, slut, so fuckin’ nasty. What would yo’ daddy say if he saw you right now?”
Enrico was the only one who was seriously humping, shoving his dick into her pussy. Rob didn’t have much experience with vaginas, but he could tell she was loose, and Enrico was having trouble maintaining an erection. But then Bryan got into position.
“Ah, get your ass out of my way,” Enrico said. Bryan had gotten in front of him and slowly lowered his thick body between Enrico and the girl. Bryan’s dick left a trail of precum on her tits. His ass was only inches from Enrico’s face, and his cheeks rubbed against Enrico’s belly as Bryan slid down to her pussy.
She already had two cocks in her ass, so the positioning was awkward. Bryan’s feet were planted wide, on the far side of both Thumper’s and Wesley’s thighs. His asscheeks spread, baring his hole right on Enrico’s chest.
“Ah, fuck, I lost it! Fluffer!” Enrico shouted. “There’s a goddamn asshole on my chest.” They all laughed nervously.
“That asshole is wet with that sissy’s spit.”
Rob jumped in. He had a feeling the director was about to say not to worry about it — he had said he knew they wouldn’t get all ten dicks inside her at once, after all — so Rob got in there before he could say no. He took Enrico’s balls in his mouth and made a loud gargling sound.
Instantly Enrico’s cock perked up. Rob could feel it in his jerking ballsac. Rob moved between cock and ballsac, having no idea which one he was licking as there were so many down there he couldn’t tell.
But that wasn’t all. There were still two men left. Justyn Dong, who approached Rob and put his dick in his mouth, and Steel Lexington, who stroked himself off as he waited his turn.
“Yo, Gerry, how we gonna do this?” Steel said. He looked on dubiously. “Ain’t no way I’m gonna get in there.”
“I know, I know,” Gerry said. “Just try. I wanna shoot you guys tryin’, y’know, jousting as you get it in there.”
Rob moved from Justyn’s dick to Steel’s and back again. Steel took off his sunglasses and sighed. “I ain’t gettin’ paid enough for this,” he said. He looked to Justyn. “You want the pussy or the ass?”
Justyn shrugged. “Uh. Pussy, I guess.”
“Oh shit, this is one for the record books.”
Steel nodded. He was rock-hard again, and he approached the girl from behind. Gerry moved the camera down to catch it as Steel mounted Thumper’s chest. Steel’s hairy ballsac even touched Thumper’s skin when Steel poked his dick at the top of the girl’s ass.
“Damn, sorry, homeboy, them’s my balls on yo’ belly.”
She already had two dicks in her ass, so Steel could do nothing more than jab at the crowded entrance. He quickly got limp again as his balls dragged on Thumper’s hairy belly, so Rob got in there and licked his cock from behind, while Gerry moved over to film the pussy.
He had to squeeze his head to get at Steel’s balls, and Rob managed to lick them as well as at least one cock and someone else’s taint, he couldn’t even keep track of whose body was whose. And he couldn’t see the girl at all anymore.
“If this bitch wasn’t already nasty, she would be now.”
“Whoever’s balls I’m touching, man… wash yo’ fuckin’ balls sometime, homeboy. Feels like a soggy wetnap.”
“She loose as a goose, mah homeboy. She actually got three homeboy dicks in her pussy right now?”
“Really? You got yo’self in there.”
“Just the tip, but still.”
“Get yo’ asshole off my face, homeboy.”
Justyn had to grip Enrico’s hefty body, and even held onto Bryan’s asscheeks as he jammed his dick into the confused mess down there. He actually got his dick just slightly in, though Rob didn’t think anybody could tell except for him because his head was right there.
As the camera moved back and forth from her ass to her pussy and back, Rob did likewise, licking whichever dicks weren’t in the shot.
“Okay, guys, fluffer, out of the way,” Gerry said. He backed up until he got them all in the shot. “Alright, folks we’re in the home-stretch, hump away. If your dick ain’t in her, that’s fine, just pretend. Nobody can tell from his distance anyway. I just need to get some shots of all ten of you at once.”
“Okay this is it, I’m out, I ain’t doin’ no more gangbang shit after this. This is too fucking nasty, mah homeboy.”
“I know, right? I told this homeboy… years ago when I got started, I told this homeboy you don’t know that I ain’t doin’ nothin where my dick touch another dick. He said okay, but then he made it happen like a hour later. Now here I am eight years later, man, and I can’t even feel this girl. I’m humpin’ yo’ nutsack right now.”
Rob masturbated as he watched. All ten men moved, ten powerful black bodies undulating in sync with each other. The girl was virtually invisible behind them.
“Ah, fuck, I got someone’s precum on my finger.”
“Okay, let’s get ready for the cumshots,” Gerry said.
The men were all relieved. “Finally, shit! I feel like my dick been toyed with all day!” They pulled away, leaving the girl there, looking bored. They were all limp now, except Thumper, so they lined up for attention from Rob.
“Shit, I’m glad to get away from this nasty bitch.”
He opened his mouth and let them plow at his throat like an assembly-line. They took turns, passing him around, and chuckling as he deep-throated every last cock. He was disappointed that he didn’t get to taste their cum, but he loved the one-after-the-other throating he got.
Since their cocks had been touching each other more than her, he didn’t taste much of the girl on them either. Their sour-sweet precum flooded his mouth, and Rob let it wash over his face to at least give himself the illusion of getting the cumshots. He didn’t mind so much, as he got plenty of cock either way.
Unsurprisingly, it was Thumper who came first. He ran over to the girl and shot a load over her face. She gagged a little but then left the cum there, playing with her loose pussy for the camera.
“Paint that slut, homeboy!”
“Here come another! Gonna turn her even whiter…”
“Direct hit!”
Thumper then let Rob play with his limp cock while the other guys shot their load on her. One by one, they brought their spent dicks to Rob to be licked clean. So he got to taste plenty of cum before the scene was complete. By the time the last man was done, Enrico, Rob’s throat was well-lubed, and the girl’s face was covered in cum.
“Alright, that’s a wrap,” the director said. He clapped. “I wasn’t sure we’d get through this, but we did it.” He clasped Rob on the shoulder. “I should hire you for all my shoots from now on. You’re better than Wiagro. Write down your email address for me, man.”

The Cop

Desmond has long heard tales of the cruel cop known as Officer Awful, but Desmond can’t wait to experience the kind of punishment Awful metes out! He likes to make men bend over and take it, which is exactly what Desmond craves.

Can Desmond handle the punishment Officer Awful has in store?!

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Desmond staggered down the road, pretending to be drunk. Well, partially pretending. He was drunk, just not extremely drunk. He staggered like he was extremely drunk. He’d had a few drinks to settle his nerves, which didn’t work. His heart raced. He had never done anything quite like this before. The city was quiet but bustling in the early evening. Desmond stood out both because he appeared to be drunk and because he was the only black man here.
Sure enough, the first part of his plan worked: Desmond saw the police car pull to a stop, and Officer Auffernan got out. He was tall and strapping, his broad shoulders barely fitting into the uniform shirt he wore. He was both a literal and figurative redneck, his tan skin having a ruddy hue from working outside. He had a military crew-cut, but his hair was a dark blond so it almost looked like he had a bald head.
“Young man, come here,” he said. He sounded both bored and aggressive, and Desmond shivered in anticipation.
He smiled, dropping the drunken act. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“You drunk…?” Auffernan asked, eyebrows furrowing as he realized mid-question that Desmond no longer seemed drunk.
“No, sir. But you can charge me with public intoxication if you want.”
He chewed on his lip. He looked like the kind of man who was not often surprised during the course of his work and didn’t much like it now that it had happened. “What’s yer game, boy?”
The way he drawled out the word boy made Desmond shiver again. This time it must have been obvious that it was sexual, and Auffernan bristled. Desmond felt cold and small, and he had to resist the urge to grope Auffernan’s broad chest right now, here in public.
“I probably shouldn’t say in front of all these people,” Desmond said. There were a few onlookers on the other side of the street. No one was close enough they could hear, but it certainly wasn’t private.
“I feel like you wastin’ my time, boy. So I’m gonna put you in handcuffs for now and take you down to the station. I’ll figure out why later,” he said. He slapped cuffs on Desmond, whose dick burst into life when Auffernan’s hands gripped his wrists.
As soon as he was in the back of the cop car, Desmond caught a whiff of leather and sweat and uniformed musk. He took a deep breath before Officer Auffernan got in the front seat and drove off.
“Well, boy, out with it. What ain’t ya wanna say in public?”
“I’ve heard you… sometimes take young black men and have your way with them, and-“
“You one of them Black Lives Matter folks?” He looked away from the steering wheel, frowning at Desmond.
“No, sir.” Desmond’s heart nearly pounded out of his chest. “I was hoping you’d have your way with me.”
Auffernan paused, then let out a long, booming laugh. “Well, boy,” he said. “First of all, I do not have my way with black men, or wit’ no one I arrest. That would be a crime.”
“Certainly.”
“Let’s say if’n I was gonna do somethin’ like that, I wouldn’t be targetin’ black folks. I love black folks. My deputy is as black as night,” Auffernan said. His squad car glided down the moonlit street. “But I don’t like thugs. I don’t like cocky thugs comin’ down here and making a stink in my nice little town.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You ain’t a thug.”
“No, sir.”
“So you see my problem, boy?”
“You won’t abuse me because I’m not a thug?”
“I ain’t say that. I don’t abuse no one.”
“Would it help if I acted like a thug?”
“Boy, you the queen of all the sissies.” Auffernan said. “I doubt you could pull that off.”
Desmond knew Auffernan was right. He could not pull off a thug act. He tried his best though. He leaned back in the backseat and gave off the disaffected air of a real thug. “You, pig, you best jerk ma dick like ya life depends on it, muddahfuckah-“
“That ain’t workin’. You about as thug as Urkel, boy,” Auffernan said. He sniffled and sighed. “You know I gotta charge you, right? I called this in. There gonna be questions if I just let you go.”
“That’s fine.”
“Gonna be a two hundred dollar fine,” Auffernan said.
“I can afford it.”
“Well hell, ain’t you the uppity kind? You loaded or what?” Auffernan said with a laugh. He made eye contact with Desmond in the rearview mirror.
“Not exactly loaded,” Desmond said. “But I can afford a couple fines.”
Auffernan pulled into the parking lot of the police station. It was a tiny building, barely bigger than an efficiency apartment. Auffernan dragged Desmond out of the back seat. Desmond struggled like a thug the best he could.
“Yo, pig, get off me!”
Auffernan dragged him to his feet. He whistled. “You really like it when it hurts, huh?” He tightly gripped Desmond’s arm with one meaty hand, causing a twinge of pain where Desmond’s wrists were bound.
“Yes, officer. Pig. Go fuck a donut.”
As he walked him to the front door, Auffernan snorted in derision. “Shit, most thugs get more creative than that, boy.” He slapped his thigh.
“I’ll work on that,” Desmond said. He followed Auffernan inside the police station.
There was no one inside. It was just an open room with a few desks scattered about, and at one end was an office — Auffernan’s, presumably. The other end had two small jail cells. That was where Auffernan led Desmond. He added a second pair of handcuffs attaching the first pair around Desmond’s wrists to the cell bars, so Desmond was forced to face away from the rest of the station. “You wait there, bitch. Gonna make you show a little respec’.”
Desmond shuddered. He felt sure Auffernan was going to do it now, and his dick raged in his pants. He had trouble sounding like a thug when he was so horny and so desperate to be submissive. “Who you calling a bitch, pig?”
There was a loud clattering noise, then Auffernan loudly locked the front door. “You shouldn’t be comin’ ‘round to my town and insultin’ me, boy.”
“You evolved in a cave, cracker!”
That made Auffernan stop walking. His menacing cop routine vanished. “What?”
Desmond dropped his thug act as well. “It’s a Five-Percenter thing.”
There was another long silence. “What?”
“Five-Percenters. They believe white people evolved in a cave… Nevermind,” he said. “It’s just what I thought a thug might insult you with-“
“Ain’t all people evolve in a cave? Like cavemen?”
Desmond shrugged. “I dunno. I guess so.”
“Every black person I ever arrested was better at insulting me than you is,” Auffernan said with a sigh. “Even this deaf motherfucker I arrested a couple years back.” Auffernan was right behind Desmond now, unbuttoning his shirt. Desmond moaned.
Desmond could hear Auffernan taking his clothes off but couldn’t see him. The police station had become dark since Auffernan turned the lights off, leaving only the illumination of the emergency lighting in the jail cell.
“Sorry,” Desmond said. “I’ll try to get better.”
“You want something to bite on, boy?” Auffernan asked. He was right behind Desmond now, so close his breath condensed on Desmond’s cheek. He wrapped a piece of red vinyl cloth in front of Desmond’s face, like a tether he could bite on.
As Desmond opened his mouth to let it in, he realized what it was — a Confederate flag. That made him feel even hornier, and he wished he could take his pants off.
“Ain’t nothing racist about me using this flag, boy. ‘S just about culture and heritage, not race,” Auffernan said. “You got that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I use this flag e’ry time I got a northerner come down here, need to be reminded he ain’t from ‘round these parts,” Auffernan said.
“You fucking honky,” Desmond said. He meant for it to sound threatening, but it came out like a seductive groan as the situation made him aroused and panty.
“You gonna jerk me off, boy.”
“Yes, oh god yes!”
“T’weren’t a question,” Auffernan said. “It was a prediction.” He uncuffed Desmond from the cell bars, leaving his wrists cuffed together. He pushed Desmond to his knees. “You ain’t gonna bite me, right?”
“I won’t bite! I promise!”
“I’m sure you won’t. And you got nice soft lips, so I think I’m gonna like this,” Auffernan said. He had a wide, strapping body and a furry blond chest. He had unbuttoned his uniform shirt but not taken it off, revealing a Confederate flag wifebeater underneath, torn and stained with sweat around the armpits. Auffernan still wore his black uniform slacks.
“Can I lick your armpits, officer?”
Auffernan sneered in disgust. “Yes, but you can’t enjoy it. That’s gross,” he said.
“Fuck you, pig, you can’t tell me what to do. Muddahfuckah,” Desmond said. He smiled and attacked Auffernan’s left pit. He inhaled deeply and licked the hairs there, tasting the stale salt of past sweats sticking to his skin. He managed to gag in an authentic way — it was musky and disgusting in an objective sense, so it was easy to respond like it was foul, even if Desmond actually loved it. “Oh god yes,” Desmond said as he moved to the other armpit. “Don’t make me suck on your balls next.”
Auffernan chuckled. “You like swallowin’ white balls?”
“I like the taste of redneck balls.”
Auffernan’s eyes flashed darkly. “I don’t like it when people who ain’t rednecks call me a redneck. Seems kinda like a slur,” he said.
“Let’s talk punishment, hillbilly,” Desmond said before diving his head between Auffernan’s legs. He still wore his slacks so Desmond’s tongue wettened the fabric, which was salty and sour.
“Oh now, I ain’t a hillbilly. I ain’t that rural,” Auffernan said as he undid his belt. His pants fell to his ankles, and he had on a pair of white briefs, dingy and grayed. His cock and balls bulged, thick pubic hair sneaking around the edges of the fabric.
Desmond whistled. “You sure you ain’t part black? You got a massive slab of meat there, ‘specially for a redneck.”
“You just tryin’-a piss me off now, boy.”
“I’ve been trying to piss you off since you arrested me,” Desmond said. He used his teeth to bite the elastic of the briefs, then awkwardly pulled them down — he was still handcuffed, so that was the only way to do it. He had never done this with briefs before — only boxers, but he had ample experience with them — and it was awkward. Auffernan looked down at him with his arms folded over his chest.
“There’s a part of my ballsac-” the way he drawled out ballsac to last for what seemed like ten syllables to Desmond — “thass always itchin’ me, boy. I wanna see if yo’ tongue can scratch that itch.”
As much as a part of Desmond wanted to go right for the dick, which was plump and already stirring with a trace of erection, he wanted to drag this out as long as possible. He stuck his head between Auffernan’s legs and licked his balls.
They were thick and heavy, dripping with sweat — there was air conditioning in the station, but it did not seem to be effective, and the building remained extraordinarily hot, making Auffernan’s balls slippery. The sweat flowed from those hairy balls right down Desmond’s greedily guzzling throat. The musty, salty flavor exploded on Desmond’s tongue, and he gurgled as he savored it.
Auffernan pointed to the rear of his balls, having to awkwardly reach behind his own ass to get his finger there. “Right there,” he said. The spot was right where his scrotum met his taint, and it was covered in sweat-stickied hairs.
Without taking Auffernan’s overflowing ballsac from his mouth, Desmond stretched his tongue out to that spot. The taste was grimy and dirty, making Desmond moan around the flesh that quivered in his mouth. He had to strain to get his tongue out that far, but when he touched it, Auffernan grunted.
“Damn, you one hell of a ballslurper,” Auffernan said as though he was shocked. “Ain’t nevuh had no one suck my balls who really liked it, I guess.” His dick sprang to full erection above Desmond’s face, and it twitched every time Desmond lapped at Auffernan’s sensitive sac.
Goober in. Auffernan, you there? What’s up?”
Auffernan reached to the uniform shirt that he had placed on a nearby desk. He grabbed the radio mic off it and said to Desmond, “This is that black deputy I was tellin’ you about. He always messin’ wit’ pinkboys. Keep quiet fo’ now,” Then he spoke into the mic. “Hey, Goober. Nothin’ going on right now. I picked up a drunk boy. You might have some interest in him.”
A long pause. Crap. My wife’s gonna kill him. Rashaad right? He promised he wouldn’t drink outside the home. Was he on liquor? His mom made him promise only beer-
“Nah, stop, Goober, no-” Auffernan said until Goober stopped talking long enough that Auffernan could transmit. “Nah, not one of yer boys like yer son. I just mean he’s black.”
Oh, well, whatever. You givin’ him the standard welcome?
“Even as we speak,” Auffernan said with a chuckle. “He got a real sour look on his face, and he making these chipmunk sounds.” He held the mic near Desmond’s face so the sound of his moist sputtering could be heard. “You hear that?”
Not really. Just sounds like static. I’m sure it’s a pretty sound. You tell him to keep it real for me, Auffernan. I’m-a go serve that warrant now.
“Roger that,” Auffernan said. He put the radio mic down. Then he looked down at Desmond’s red face and bugging eyes. “You keep it real, okay?”
“Yes, officer,” Desmond said through the balls filling up his mouth.
“You ready to swallow that dick?”
His dick had gotten rock-hard from Desmond’s attention to his balls, and from his position underneath the massive cop, Auffernan’s cock took up almost all of Desmond’s field of vision. He gurgled his excited agreement around the ballflesh overflowing from his throat, which continued to send trickles of tasty fluids down Desmond’s throat.
He pulled away, keeping his mouth open so Auffernan could see the pool of drool and sweat that had collected in the back of his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked the entire shaft from root to tip. It twitched. With his tongue, Desmond traced the veins that ran up the side of the shaft. He choked up plenty of spit, which ran down Auffernan’s dick into his bushy forest of crotch hair.
Auffernan lost his disaffected pose, and he shuddered, pleasure visibly rippling through him. His arms were crossed over his chest, but as Desmond licked, he clutched at his body and played with his nipples as though uncontrollably aroused.
“Shit, yeah!” Auffernan muttered. “You do that good!” Desmond swallowed his precum-leaking cocktip, letting that mess of fluids in his mouth leak out and down Auffernan’s shaft to moisten it up. Auffernan sighed. He leaned against the cell bars. “Shit…”
Desmond began deep-throating him in earnest, working his dick all the way down his throat. He was an expert cock-sucker, so he didn’t need to gag on it, but he liked to, both because it was enjoyable on its own terms and because it made Auffernan get cockier, which turned Desmond on.
“You can’t handle this much meat, huh?”
He didn’t want to stop to answer, so Desmond just said ‘no, it’s too much!’ around the meat in his throat. All that came out was a gurgling sound, but Auffernan seemed to get the gist of what he was saying.
“Lemme lube it up some,” Auffernan said. He very slowly spat, letting a thick wad of saliva drip down, plopping onto Desmond’s upper lip as he slid down the shaft.
Desmond suckled the spit into his mouth as he stretched his jaw and got all the way down. Then he let that spit roll out down Auffernan’s shaft, as Auffernan grunted. His knees buckled. His balls crawled up in his sac as though about to cum, but then Auffernan removed Desmond’s face from his cock. He lightly slapped it.
“You’s tryna’-a make me cum too early,” he said. “I’m cornholin’ you in the ass, boy. Ain’t gonna let you cum neither.” He chuckled throatily. “You ain’t gettin’ outta here with an intact booty. No way. Not on Auffernan’s watch.”
“Never, you fuckin’ pig!” Desmond said. He stood up, taking a deep breath now that his throat was clear. He grabbed the cell bars with his cuffed wrists and stuck his ass out a bit to give Auffernan a good angle. “I’ll fuck you up, officer!”
“Speaking of pigs,” Auffernan said as he rammed his dick in. A jolt of pain shot up Desmond’s spine, and he howled. Auffernan gripped him by the waist. “Lemme hear you squeal.”
Desmond squealed as loud as he could. He wasn’t sure how pig-like it was, but it was an animalistic squeal anyway. The cock in his ass pushed in a little farther, pulsating deep within him. It awakened a chord of intense pleasure that sounded up from his booty, traveling up his spine and hitting him with a wave of exquisite sensations.
“That ain’t a pig. You just squealed like a… big, retarded rooster,” Auffernan said. “Try it again. Like this.” Then he made a rough, honking noise — to Desmond, he wanted to say it sounded like an angry goose. But he didn’t argue, the pleasure exploding in his ass was too intense to form any words. He just made the sound the best he could.
Auffernan’s dick was all the way in him now, and Desmond’s prostate throbbed with every thrust of his cock. He squealed again, making that angry goose sound.
“Hey, here, make that sound again,” Auffernan said, shoving the radio mic in front of Desmond’s face. He pushed the ‘transmit’ button.
Desmond squealed as loud as he could to be sure the mic could pick it up. The pain was melting away now as his ass loosened up, and Auffernan’s cock flowed in and out easily. Auffernan slammed with all his mind, ramming Desmond into the cell bars with each thrust of his hips.
After a few seconds, there was a click, and then Deputy Goober’s bass laughter came out of the radio.
There a pig loose in the station, hoss? Want me to get the assholes at Animal Control?
“Nah, I got this piggie under control. He just makin’ noise to let me know he feel strongly ‘bout what’s happenin’ to him,” Auffernan said into the radio. Then he whispered into Desmond’s ear, “Alright, boy, I’m-a give you this flag to bite on again.”
The cold vinyl Confederate flag again pushed between Desmond’s lips. He bit down hard, which made the plowing a little easier to take. The fabric was thick enough to have some purchase, so he could relieve the pressure he felt with a strong clamp of his teeth on the flag. As he did so, he bucked his ass backward, forcing it deep onto Auffernan’s cock — he wanted to make this as good as possible for Officer Auffernan, who groaned appreciatively. That groan turned into a shudder like he was holding back his orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” Auffernan said. He looked around as though checking for anyone else in the station, then whispered again. “Look… I learned somethin’ in the military, a sorta rule. I don’t follow it on the force,” he said. “Cuz normally I only cornhole pissheads.” He took a deep breath. His hands reached around Desmond’s body, squeezing first his nipples as though Auffernan hoped to find tits there. Then his hands roamed lower down until they came to Desmond’s rock-hard cock. Auffernan pulled away for a moment like he was scared. Then he resumed touching and even stroking Desmond’s dick with one hand, while his other hand held the flag in place in Desmond’s mouth. Auffernan moaned, sounding a little disgusted. “My drill sergeant said you can ram a man in the ass, but you gotta give a reacharound. It’s against the rules otherwise.”
“Really?” Desmond asked through gritted teeth, his voice muffled by the flag that was still in his mouth.
Auffernan shrugged. “I’m sure that wasn’t a real Army rule or nothin’. Just what my drill sergeant was into,” he said. “You ever tell anyone, I will get you locked up — not here where you gonna get rammed all the time neither, I’ll get you locked up somewhere terrible where the guards are all fat.”
“Won’t. Tell.” Desmond could barely speak. His ass was on fire with orgasmic energy, while his dick pulsated beneath Auffernan’s fingers. He wished he could prolong it, but he was already bucking and shooting his load. All it took was a few strokes from a massively muscled alpha like Officer Auffernan.
“Dang, boy, you nut fast!” Auffernan let out a wolf whistle.
Semen sprayed across Auffernan’s fingers and into the cell, dripping all over the floor and coating the cell bars in Desmond’s cream. Desmond groaned loudly, and then Auffernan did likewise, but with a more grossed-out tenor, his hand still stroking Desmond’s orgasming cock. He lifted the fingers of his other hand to Desmond’s face, where he wiped cum the cum off his hands onto Desmond’s cheeks.
Then he took both ends of the flag in his hands, pulling tight so Desmond’s head was forced upward. As though he needed to reassert his masculinity after touching Desmond’s cock, Officer Auffernan began pounding his dick in and out, all the way with each powerful stroke. That only continued Desmond’s orgasm.
“Take it, boy,” Auffernan said, growling through gritted teeth. Just as he was saying boy, his voice broke and the first jet of cum hit Desmond’s ass. He continued longdicking through the shoulder-shaking power of his orgasm.
Desmond shuddered and squeezed as though trying to hold on to Auffernan’s cock with his ass. A huge load of cum sprayed into his guts, and a seeping warmth spread to his guts. Desmond moaned along with Auffernan as jet after jet of white-hot cum coated his insides.
That orgasm seemed to last forever. Desmond’s had begun when Auffernan jacked him off and continued through Auffernan’s climax, and even now, Auffernan’s cock spurting out the last of his cum, Desmond writhed and gasped as ecstasy coursed through his veins. His prostate thrummed and hummed, and Desmond struggled against the handcuffs binding his wrists together.
At last, when his balls were good and drained, Auffernan pulled out and Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. His ass felt cold and empty. He stayed there, bent over and with a Confederate flag in his mouth — Auffernan no longer held on to it, so Desmond could have spat it out anytime. He didn’t want to though. He wondered how many other men had bit this flag while they got rammed. He hoped it was a lot. Maybe that was why Auffernan used it. Maybe he liked the flag soaking up all the ass-pain sweat and drool of the men he ramrodded.
Officer Awful. That was what they called him. Desmond had heard about that, and he came running to this tiny town so he could run into him.
As Desmond recovered from his orgasm, he turned his head to see Auffernan writing him a ticket. He was still naked, his sweaty body swaying, limp dick moist with cum and assjuice. Auffernan put the ticket in Desmond’s hand.
“Here you go, boy. That’ll be two hundred dollars. You can pay at the county courthouse.” Public intoxication was checked, but at the bottom of the list of possible charges, Auffernan had written in, inappropriate squealing, and checked that box as well.
“If I don’t pay, do I get to stay here?” Desmond asked with a grin and a gasp.
“That is exactly correct,” Officer Awful said.