meth – Mansploitation

aboding

He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.

Spider was the meth-knuckler who been aboding behind that dumpster since the spring, when he done got the drop on Dippy Dan. Spider sport a tattoo of a spider on his chest and more a-crawling up his side and neck. He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

The Scarred Bouncer: Chapter Six

The Scarred Bouncer

Chapter One: An Affectionate Touch

Chapter Two: The Liminal Space

Chapter Three: A Glorious Face

Chapter Four: An Unexpected Connection

Chapter Five: A Deserved Choke

Chapter Six: A Good Friend

Chapter Seven: A Present of Sorts

Chapter Eight: That Sweet Release

Chapter Nine: A Plan for Repayment

Chapter Ten: An Unpleasant Chore

Chapter Eleven: A Sweet Release

The city of Martinsburg was vibrant and inky-black tonight, as Teddy strode and Knuckle limped back to Teddy’s apartment. Knuckle was bruised-up again, ice on his black eye, his nose bandaged by the nurse at the fight — Knuckle had just competed in a bare-knuckle boxing match against a stout Bulgarian fellow.
Knuckle limped victoriously because he had smashed that Bulgarian man into the dirt. He limped because the Bulgarian got a buncha good hits in first. Teddy walked with a pumped-up gait to his step because he had bet big-time on Knuckle, and he was now eight hundred dollars richer. He had never done anything as exciting.
The fight was brief, but a half-dozen matches between smaller men came up before the heavyweights. During the bouts between smaller men, Teddy stood behind a short but well-muscled Mexican man with macabre tattoos covering his bare back and neck (and probably his front, but Teddy couldn’t see that). Teddy had gotten up so close to him that he was shoved face-first into the man’s sweaty shoulder muscles.
Seeing that other men were touching each other too, Teddy’s own fingers had moved to the Mexican’s warm belly and up his side. Teddy gripped him as though he was being jostled hard from behind.
The Mexican ain’t respond. His back was so sweaty, his muscles firm beneath a thick layer of padding. Teddy couldn’t help but moan into his manly meat. The roar of the crowd was loud — Teddy couldn’t even have heard the Mexican complain if he said something, but he ignored Teddy’s fingers creeping around to his chest.
Then before Teddy knew it his own dick was out, his hands moving on autopilot now. The Mexican man had a thick layer of fur on his chest, which Teddy teased with one hand, while his other slipped lower, into the Mexican man’s pants.
His dick was warm and wet with sweat, and the Mexican man shouted then, startling Teddy — but he was just cheering because the Mexican fighter he had bet on just won his match. The Mexican still ignored Teddy, giving no signs he had even noticed Teddy’s hand jacking him off his in his mud-crusted workpants or Teddy’s cock leaking precum into the puddle of sweat in the small of the Mexican man’s hairy back.
Teddy had no idea which of them came first. The Mexican’s crotch was so wet with sweat that it wasn’t until his dick got limp that Teddy realized the crotch-sweat was now creamy and sticky with jizz. Then Teddy shot his own wad over the Mexican man’s hairy, tattooed back.
He stepped away. Had anyone noticed? He didn’t think so. Teddy giggled and put his cock away, watching his jizz drip over the Mexican man’s gang tats.
But then Knuckle’s fight began, and Teddy paid attention to that. It was over quick, and Knuckle showed no emotion when the burly black man refereeing the bout held up one of Knuckle’s arms to show his victory.

Then Knuckle collected his share of the take, and Teddy got his winnings from the pimp in a green suit flanked by scantily clad hos. Teddy was so excited he didn’t even notice the hos trying to seduce him or the pimp scowling cuz Teddy ignored the hos.

All Teddy cared about was making sure Knuckle was okay and that he got home okay.
Teddy’s apartment building was quiet and dark by the time they got there. The walls were thin like water, so the sounds of TVs and radios and air conditioners were audible in the halls. They went up the stairs to the third floor.
“Oh, that smell,” Teddy wrinkled his nose. “I think that must be a rat or something. I smell it sometimes.” It was a sort of a cat-piss-in-a-sandbox aroma.
“Meth.”
“The landlord’s a dick. He sent an exterminator around last year, but he was just looking for roaches,” Teddy said. He went to his apartment and opened the door. “Did you say meth?”
Knuckle nodded. “That’s meth. Somebody’s smoking meth.” He strode down the hall to the showers. Teddy shut his apartment door and followed Knuckle.
There, right where Knuckle had kicked his ass a couple months ago, was Bax. He crouched and smoked his meth from a glass stem. The dense smoke filled the shower area. He glanced up at Knuckle when he came in, but he didn’t seem to recognize him.
“Hey, mistuh, you got a nasty scar on ya face, you all beat up,” Bax said. “You look like you went through the ringer, the ringer, the ringer, what is that? What are you doing? You live here, huh, do you? I am just getting high, exploring the linoleum. Linoleum. Linoleum.”
He yelped when Knuckle punched him in the face, then grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him face-first into the wall. Knuckle growled. “I thought I told you to get outta here and nevuh show yo’ face.”
“You bitch-ass! I live here!” Bax spat and fell limp, groaning in pain. Knuckle dropped him to the ground. Bax crawled around at Knuckle’s feet, unable to get upright, either because he was hurt or because he was too methed up, or maybe some of both.
This had all happened so fast that Teddy could do little more than stare. He went pale. He realized Knuckle was talking to him, repeating himself over and over, but it took some time for Teddy to focus.
“If I hit him more, he won’t be able to leave,” Knuckle said.
Teddy gulped. He hadn’t meant for Bax to get seriously hurt, so he didn’t want Knuckle to hit him again. But without a serious injury, Bax seemed likely to come right back.
Teddy slyly smiled. “Knuckle… will you show me what ramrodding is? I’ve heard about it, it’s a prison thing, right?”
Knuckle shrugged and nodded. He got down behind the barely conscious Bax and dropped his pants. He shoved his limp dick at Bax’s butthole. Knuckle seemed unaware until he tried that he had no erection and couldn’t possibly get his dick into Bax’s bony bottom.
The motion definitely woke Bax up thoroughly though. His wiry limbs flexed as he tried to get up. Knuckle smacked him hard. Bax yelped and tried to squirm away, but Knuckle held onto him by the back of the neck.
“Don’t move, punk.” Knuckle rabbit-punched Bax in the back of the head. Bax howled. “I said don’t move. On your hands and knees-“
“What the fuck is you doin’-?”
“Shut up.” Knuckle kept aiming his dick for Bax’s asshole, but he wasn’t hard so it didn’t go in. He did stroke it though with one hand, so it was getting hard slowly. “This is ramrodding.” He was so matter-of-fact that Teddy didn’t realize Knuckle was talking to him.
“Oh, I-” Teddy gasped.
“Ow, ow, ow! You fuckin’ freak!” Bax howled. Knuckle punched him again in the back of the head, then in the side. Bax flinched in agony. He clutched his already-bruised ribs where Knuckle had bruised them again. “Ow! You owe me then! You owe me! I charge fifty bucks to take it up the rear!”
Knuckle shoved his dick in, still only part hard but hard enough now to get purchase on Bax’s buckhole. His dick doubled up then — it looked painful — as it almost slipped out. He kept stroking his pecker with one hand. He plowed his hips, forcing his dick in a little deeper.
“Get ready,” Knuckle said. He kept a tight grip on Bax’s neck. Now that his dick was rock-hard, he forced it in, using one hand to hold Bax in place and the other to motion for Teddy to get ready behind him. “Be done in a sec.”
“I don’t care how quick you done!” Bax roared. He thought Knuckle was talking to him. “You still gotta-!” He squealed as Knuckle squeezed his neck to shut him up.
But Teddy realized Knuckle was telling him to go next. Teddy’s heart raced. Knuckle’s whole body flexed right in front of his face, as Knuckle blew a nut and Teddy massaged his weary asscheeks and powerful back.
Cum filled Bax’s butthole. Knuckle didn’t move a beat or make a sound, he simply kept going, churning Bax’s loose butthole into a giant bubbly mess of white. He stopped only when his balls were thoroughly drained.
“You ready for a go?” Knuckle asked.
Teddy nodded, and Knuckle pulled his limp dick out. Teddy raced to take his place. He got behind Bax, who still squirmed and wriggled, but he didn’t try to get up.
Teddy shoved his dick in. Bax’s grimy asshole gaped in front of him. He howled in pain, and Teddy almost backed off out of instinct.
“Ow, shit!” Bax roared. Teddy wanted to tell him that he would pay for his ass, as long as Bax agreed to leave and not come back.
But mind-blowing bliss enveloped Teddy and compelled him to stay quiet, to push on, penetrating deeper into Bax’s loose hole. There was no resistance in the hole, though he sensed Bax’s whole body trying to flex his butthole — he wasn’t intact and couldn’t squeeze effectively.
It did send a wave of pleasure through Teddy though, whose whole body shook and tensed as he reached orgasm.
A burst of jizz sprayed into Bax’s now-loose butthole. Teddy cried out loud, virtually screaming, the sound ricocheting off the linoleum walls of the shower. Bax sprawled out flat on his belly. Teddy kept humping, making a puddle of jizz form beneath his taint.
Teddy’s cock plopped out of his ass, followed by a pair of giant cumloads dripping onto the shower floor. Bax grunted with relief, then staggered upright on unsteady feet. His pants were around his ankles, and he was dizzy with bruises on his face and ribs. He croaked out loud.
“If anybody evuh see you in this buildin’ again,” Knuckle said, “I will slit ya dumb bitch throat.” He shoved the still-mostly-naked Bax towards the door. “Now run.”
Bax sprinted out with his pants around his ankles.