Joey grabbed a hand full of his hair and hauled him out of the chair. “He said stand, dumb-ass.”
Pedro stood and pushed him against the glass of the display case. “There’s only one other thing besides cash I want, puto.”
Thayne shook as he leaned back. “What?”
“Your culo.”
“My what?”
Pedro leaned in with a grin. “You’re gonna be our little cunt when our women don’t put out.” He ran a finger along Thayne’s lips. “These gonna feel real good wrapped around my cock.”
Thayne’s blood ran cold. Can I do this? Be a fuck toy for these punks? He’d never fucked around with more than two guys at a time. Now these four wanted to use him as their toy. A sexual thrill ran through his body. Aside from Pedro’s breath, they were hot. Freddie’s broad shoulders and muscled physique turned his crank. The gangly blond Joey had quite a bulge in his pants, and the quiet one was beautiful with a muscular body, classic angular Latin face and dark eyes. Even Pedro was a hot number. Tall and lean, but with muscles.
Freddie grinned. “C’mon, Pedro. We give this puto time to think about our offer.”
Pedro stepped back into the group of thugs. “We be back tonight for your answer.” The group turned and left the deli.
Thayne sank to the floor, his heart racing. Holy fuck. He sat there for half an hour mulling what to do as he tried to calm down. Once the shock wore off, he considered his position. The store had the potential to be highly profitable. He didn’t have a boyfriend, and the lack of sex in his life left him frustrated and cranky. The four guys making this final insane offer were in good shape. Sexy and young. Pedro seemed in his early twenties while the others were at least nineteen if not older. The Latin men he’d seen throughout the neighborhood always turned him on, and his curiosity at what lay hidden just inside their baggy jeans brought pleasurable tingles to his balls.
He got off the floor and opened the deli. After another busy lunch, he closed early and stopped by the sex shop on the corner to buy lube and condoms. Then he went back to his apartment to shower. With his arms full of pillows and blankets, he returned to the deli at five thirty to set up the back room.
He stepped back to the doorway to admire his handiwork. Pillows framed two blankets. A pile of condoms and a large bottle of lube sat on the corner of the blanket. Thayne sat at the desk, his heart racing again, and waited.
At six, a banging on the window made him jump. He took a deep breath to clear the shaking in his body and went to the door. All four of the punks waited outside. He opened the door and they sauntered in. The air was thick with tension, and Thayne tried to quell his nerves with a deep breath and clenching and releasing his fists, but didn’t succeed.
Joey came up to him, his brass knuckles at the ready. “You think about Pedro’s offer?”
“Yes.”
He crossed his arms. “Well?”
Freddie stepped forward. “You gonna be our bitch boy?”
Thayne swallowed hard. “Yes, but you gotta use protection.”
Joey frowned. “We ain’t got no rubbers.”
“I bought some today.”
Pedro smirked as he stepped forward to Thayne. “You want this, don’t you?” Pedro rubbed the crotch of his jeans, and a large bulge took shape.
Thayne’s mouth watered. He nodded, afraid to acknowledge that he wanted to please these young men.
“Okay, puto,” Pedro said as he put his fingers to Thayne’s lips, “we fuck you safe.”
Thayne sucked on Pedro’s fingers, tasting metal, sweat and salt. The thug who had yet to speak a word walked to his side and slid his hand over Thayne’s ass.
Pedro grinned. “You want a piece of him, don’t ya, Carlos?”
“Yeah, my old lady hasn’t put out for me in over a month.” Carlos unzipped his jeans and hauled out a thick uncut cock.
Thayne gasped around Pedro’s fingers. Holy shit, that thing’s big. What have I gotten myself into?
“Suck me.” Carlos put his hands on Thayne’s shoulders and spun him to face his crotch. Thayne sank to his knees and opened his mouth, still unsure he could fit what Carlos had to give him. Carlos stepped forward and plunged his hard dick into the waiting opening. He grabbed a handful of Thayne’s hair and pulled him to the root of his cock. Brown curly hair tickled his nose as he gagged on the shaft expanding his throat.
Freddie had his jeans open and stroked a less thick uncut cock. He didn’t look as long as Carlos. “Where’s the rubbers?”
Thayne nodded to the back room, unwilling to remove Carlos’s massive cock from his mouth to answer the question. Carlos pulled on Thayne’s hair again and brought him to his feet. Thayne gasped for breath as Carlos slapped him on the shoulder.
“This bitch has swallowed cock before. Usually they squeal and try to push me off.”
Thayne went to the door and locked it, and then led the guys to the back room. He stripped off his apron, pants and shirt, leaving on only his jockey shorts.
Joey ran his fingers through Thayne’s dark chest hair. “Nice.” Thayne purred at the gentle touch. Joey opened the fly of his baggy jeans and dropped them to the floor. Joey’s boxers tented, and he slipped them off along with his shirt. His chest was bare with quarter-sized nipples. A thatch of blond hair framed his long, thin cut dick. He grabbed the lube and a rubber from the blanket, slicked his hardness and rolled the condom all the way down his shaft as he approached Thayne. Thayne slid his tongue along the ridge of Joey’s sweaty chest and latched on to one of the hardened nipples.
Joey grunted. “Yeah, work that nip. Fuck.”
Thayne nibbled on the nubs and then sucked them hard. He licked his way down the blond’s stomach and dove for Joey’s low-hanging balls.
“Damn, he’s good.” Joey groaned, grinding his ball sac against Thayne’s mouth.
Thayne glanced at Freddie as he worked on Joey. The muscular stud unbuckled his belt and popped open the button on his pants. A huge thick head and shaft stood at full attention through the fly. “Come over here and work on me.”
Joey shoved him toward Freddie as he stepped behind Thayne. He had just gotten his mouth around Freddie’s head when Joey ripped off the shopkeeper’s underwear. The gangly thug sank all the way inside him. Pain stabbed deep and Thayne yelled around Freddie’s shaft.
“Oh, shit, that’s good, Joey. Fuck him hard and keep him screamin’ around my cock.”
Joey slammed inside Thayne and pounded him hard. He grabbed on to Thayne’s hair and pushed him down on Freddie’s cock. Thayne yelled at each thrust, though the pain gave way quickly to pleasure. Joey was hitting all the spots that drove Thayne crazy with lust. He wanted to give the thugs a good show, so he kept up the yelling.
Freddie pulled him off his cock. Joey slid out and stood to the side as Pedro, now naked, lay on the floor with a pillow under his head. His lean tattooed body rippled with muscles and a treasure trail of dark-brown hair led from his belly button to his long cock. He stroked a formidable erection covered with a condom. “Come sit on me.”
Thayne grabbed the lube and squirted some onto Pedro’s dick. He put a handful on his battered hole and positioned himself over Pedro. Sinking down, he took the leader of the gang to the hilt. He rode the thug for a few minutes, then Pedro pulled him forward, wrapping his arms around Thayne’s shoulders. “C’mere, Freddie.”
Another cock pressed against his stretched hole. Holy fuck, he’s gonna shove in with Pedro.
Thayne screamed as the pleasure-pain of Freddie’s merciless entry ripped into his already stuffed hole. “Yeah, bitch, take my fuckin’ cock.”
“Hold on, hold on. Let me get used to both of you.” Thayne gasped as Freddie held still. Pain stabbed at him, and his ass had never been so full of cock in his life. After a couple minutes of breathing and relaxing his hole, the pain subsided. “Okay, go slow.”
Freddie thrust deep, sending a jolt of pleasure/pain into Thayne. “Fuck that shit. You gonna take a real man fuckin�
�� you.”
Pedro and Freddie pistoned in and out of him. Thayne held on to Pedro during their plundering of his ass. Fuck, I love these guys’ cocks. Freddie sank in deep and roared as he shot. “Yeah, Freddie, fill me up.” Thayne sighed in relief when Freddie pulled his cock out.
The reprieve was short as Joey took Freddie’s place and slammed in. Thayne gritted his teeth as Joey rode him. Geez, are they all gonna double fuck me? Soon Pedro spasmed and thrashed beneath him. Both men rammed deep at the same time and grunted as they filled their condoms inside him. Joey collapsed onto Thayne’s back.
Pedro gasped. “Get the fuck off. You’re squashing me.”
Joey rolled off and panted on the blanket. Thayne lifted off Pedro and helped the gang leader to stand.
Carlos grabbed his shoulder from behind and pushed him to the floor. “My turn. On your hands and knees.”
Thayne assumed the position and Carlos sank all the way in. Holy fuck, he’s thicker and longer than all of them. Pain returned at the long, thick cock ramming deep. “Fuck, Carlos, go easy.”
Carlos ignored him and pounded hard. It didn’t take him long to reach orgasm. “Yeah, bitch, here it is.” He thrust deep and then short, groaning and yelling. He pulled out in one motion, and Thayne yelped at the sudden exit. He collapsed on the blanket and rolled onto his back gasping. That was fuckin’ hot.
The gang pulled off the full condoms and threw them onto the blanket next to Thayne. They didn’t speak as they got dressed. Thayne struggled to his feet and pulled on his clothes. He staggered into the deli and watched the thugs each grab a pop out of the cooler. He unlocked the front door and then carefully sat down on a chair, a dull pain throbbing deep in him.
Pedro adjusted his belt and pushed open the door. “We’ll be back soon to collect your next payment.”
Thayne smiled. “Looking forward to it.”
The next morning, Thayne arrived early to clear up the blankets and pillows. His ass ached from the four young men pounding him so hard. At six o’clock, he looked up to see who was banging on the window of the deli. Carlos waved at him.
Thayne frowned. Of course the one with the biggest cock wants another round. He went to the door and unlocked it. “Morning, Carlos.”
“Hi. Can I come in?”
Thayne’s eyebrow arched. He stepped aside as the young thug sauntered inside. “You still got those blankets set up?”
“No, but they’re still here. I’m not sure I can take another ride on your thick cock this morning. You guys rode me pretty hard yesterday.”
Carlos went to the back room entrance. “That’s not what I wanted.” He opened the door and went in.
Thayne’s eyes widened. What the hell? He followed and closed the door and locked it.
Carlos approached him, placing his hands on Thayne’s chest and massaging his pecs through the apron and shirt. His exquisite touch stirred Thayne’s dick to attention, and his eyes closed when Carlos’s fingers worked their way up his neck and along the back of his head.
Thayne’s eyes flew open when Carlos’s full lips pressed against his own and his tongue probed against his teeth. He pulled back. “What are you doing?”
Carlos put his hands on Thayne’s shoulders. “What I couldn’t do when the others were here.” His eyes widened in fear. “You can’t tell them. They’d knife me.”
“Why? You all fucked me yesterday.”
“Yeah, but that was different. We were in control. If I tried to kiss one of them or told them I’d let them fuck me, they’d kill me.”
Thayne’s cock hardened. “You want me to fuck you?”
Carlos pulled him back into his embrace. “Yes.”
A shiver of lust surged through Thayne’s body. The muscled young man was offering himself to him, and he wasn’t about to say no. Carlos stripped off his clothes as Thayne got the lube and condoms. Carlos dropped to the floor and lifted Thayne’s apron. He unzipped his pants and lowered them and his underwear.
Thayne gasped as Carlos sucked in the head and shaft. “Oh, fuck. You’ve done this before.”
The man was insatiable. Once he got started, he sucked and slurped his way from head to root. Thayne ripped off the apron, and steadied himself with his hands against the wall. He had to push Carlos off to keep from blasting in his mouth.
“Hold on. I can’t take any more without shooting.”
Carlos got one of the blankets from the stack on the desk. He spread it out on the floor and put a pillow under his head as he lay down and lifted his legs. “Fuck me.”
Dark brown hair swirled around the tight pucker. Thayne’s mouth watered as he grabbed the lube and slicked his shaft. He rolled the condom on and dripped some of the lube onto Carlos.
Positioning himself at Carlos’s entrance, Thayne pressed in with a slow but steady pressure. Carlos groaned and put his hand on Thayne’s chest. “Wait. You’re kinda big.”
Thayne grinned. “I really should just ram it in. That’s what you did to me.”
Carlos’ eyes widened. “No, please. You’d rip me apart.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t hurt you.” He continued his slow entry. When he bottomed out, Carlos’ eyes rolled.
“Oh, fuck, you’re all the way in.”
Thayne began a slow gyrating motion, stirring his stiffness inside the tough gang member. His speed increased, and Carlos groaned.
The shopkeeper grinned. “You’re gonna be my secret bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Carlos hissed as Thayne pounded him harder.
“When your buddies are fucking me we’ll know who you really belong to, won’t you?”
“Oh fuck.”
Thayne thrust deep, pulled all the way out and then plunged back in. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m yours. I’m your…aaah.” Long ropes of sperm streaked across Carlos’s bare stomach and chest. The clenching of his ass around Thayne’s shaft sent him over the edge, and he erupted inside the condom with a yell.
Carlos’ brown eyes stared up at him as they both gasped and regained their normal breathing. Thayne didn’t see a thug below him. He saw a lost boy in desperate need. He smiled as he pulled out and lay next to him. “Come by anytime. This’ll be our secret.” The young man wrapped his arms around Thayne and nuzzled his nose into his chest hair.
The protection arrangement went on for a year and a half. Thayne serviced the gang members most days. Usually only one or two would come in, but at least once a week all four took turns riding Thayne’s ass. He loved the sex and encouraged the guys to collect their payment.
His secret liaisons with Carlos continued, and he saw the young man every other day. He got to know him and encouraged him to do something with his life. After a long session of fucking, Thayne sat in the office chair with Carlos on his lap. He ran his fingers through the young man’s dark hair. “This gang thing will either turn you into a druggie with no future, or kill you.”
Carlos nodded. “I know. I’ll find a way out.” He rested his head on Thayne’s shoulder.
One week in July changed their arrangement. A gang war erupted on the north side of town, and the mayor and the governor finally had enough. The governor called out the National Guard, labeling the three gangs in the city terrorist cells. They were rounded up or killed while fighting. Very few got away in the end as most tried to stand and fight.
Thayne breathed a sigh of relief when the battles were over. It cost him a window and the glass of the large display case, but he thanked his lucky stars that it wasn’t worse. Pedro and Joey were listed in the news as killed by rival gangs. Thayne shook his head as he read the paper. They were extortionists, but he loved the feel of their cocks plundering his ass, and Joey was so adorable when his gang persona dropped. The police picked up Freddie a few days later, and he soon began serving concurrent life sentences for several gang killings. At least he didn’t die too.
Thayne picked up his usual morning newspaper on his way to the deli. His new e
mployee couldn’t have been a better choice, and the business took off now that the neighborhood was free of the gangs. The deli sat right in the middle of the business redevelopment district, and new large companies were coming into the neighborhood.
He opened the door and the bell sounded.
His new employee looked up from behind the counter. “Good morning, Mr. Pierce.”
“Hi. Are the deliveries put away?”
The muscular young man nodded. “Yes, sir. We’re ready to open.”
“Great.” Thayne locked the door, put the paper down on a table and walked behind the counter. “We have about an hour, Carlos. How about I collect some protection money.”
The former gang member smiled, his crisp white apron tented. “Anything you say, boss.”
The Luv Brothers Gang
Landon Dixon
I was working on my economics term paper, when Mama yelled up the stairs that she was out of sugar and cooking oil. And I thought, Shee-it, she doesn’t expect me to go out to the supermarket at this time of night, does she?
Damn straight, she did. The church picnic in Lester Park was tomorrow morning, and Mama had promised her chocolate cake and chicken by the gross. Enough for fifty prayerful mouths, at least.
“But it’s nine o’clock, Mama,” I protested. “I-I’ve got to finish my term paper. You want me to graduate from college, don’t you?”
Mama just patted me on the cheek and hauled some folding money out of the rucksack she calls a purse. “Five pounds of sugar and a gallon of cooking oil should do it, Tavis. And just a few other things.” Then she dictated a shopping list that could’ve fed a congregation for a month of Sundays.
“Hurry back now, son. Mama’s got lots of cooking to do.” She pushed me out the front door and slammed it behind me. Leaving me exposed to the night and the neighborhood.
I instantly dropped into a crouch, out of reflex, grabbing on to the iron railing on the stoop, my scanning eyes adjusting to the dark.
We live on the corner of Salt and Battery, no kidding, in the Northside. There are more gangs in our neighborhood than there are street corners, every race, color and creed represented. There’s even a North Korean gang that hangs out at the convenience store on Chanway, threatening passersby with a “first strike”; a paraplegic gang of thugs called the Wheelies who don’t care whose toes they run over.
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