Hook Up 2

 There’s a gun to my temple, a dick in my ass, one in my mouth, a light in my face, and two more dicks waiting to replace the one that’s about to pull out.  There’s know way to explain what I felt.  Know description can give you true insight into this hell.  Inside, I was torn up, both physically and emotionally.  When Dee snatched himself out of me, it was violent and fast.  Oh god the pain was too much! “Damn nigga he bled all over you, like a bitch getting that cherry popped”.  The laughter was like someone scraping there nails against the chalk board.  All decorum in me was gone.  I cried uncontrollably, loud muffled screams, but Vice Grip decided to silence me, by sliding down and sitting his ass on my face. “Put that tongue in my ass nigga.  Toss that shit.”  The gun was still to my temple.  I resisted just a bit until, I heard the pin cock.  “Nigga you toss my shit now, and well, or im gone put this steel in ya mouth and see how well you suck that.”  An awful terror gripped me. A Gruesome vision, involving an accident that caused the back of my head to be spread out on the floor in a puddle of blood.  They’d probably think it was amusing, then dare each other to fuck a dead body. So, in desperation and fear, I thrust my tongue in his ass so hard, it felt like my tongue would rip from my mouth.  It must have shocked him a bit, because he jumped.   I wasn’t sure what the look he gave me meant.  Had I offended him, or pleased him.  I assumed it must have been a humiliating pleasure, because he started rocking  back and forth, and like most straight living men, he didn’t take to much pride in making sure he had a clean ass.  So amongst everything I had to endure his foul stench.  The others were still in the background laughing.  “Look!  He eating that nigga ass son”.  “Eat that ass.  Eat that ass.  Eat that ass.”  I couldn’t believe it.  They were fucking chanting.  Vice Grip got a little amped, because the back and forth motions became circular.  My legs were resting for a minute, and the cramp that had developed was finally smoothing out.  But it was a horrible illusion to make me feel some type of comfort, only for it to be snatched away.  “turn that nigga around so I could see that ass bouncing, when I’m in that shit.  And this nigga got ass”.  It was the first time in my life, I was ashamed of my ass.  Usually I wore that shit with pride. No bullshit.  My ass is nice as hell, fat, round firm, attached to a small waist, flat stomach, big thighs.  That’s why no matter my masculine swag, whenever I’m about to fuck a nigga and he see my ass, he cant help but wanna fuck me.  So, when I’m about to smash, I try to keep niggas from seeing my ass, because I already know when they do, what they gone want.  And I can’t blame them for feeling that way.  But today, I hated it.  I hated it with every fiber in my body.   

Vice Grip stood up, hovering over me, “Turn around nigga and put that ass in the air.  Don’t act like you don’t know how either.  We saw ya ass on screen, when you was hitting Dee up”.  The whole time I was online with Dee, they were watching in the background somewhere, setting this whole thing up.  I moved slowly, not because I was challenging him, but because my muscles had stiffened, and moving was a bit crypted.  May ass felt like there was acid on it, and in it.  But, Vice Grip took my hesitation, as an insult, and slammed his foot into my ribs.  I lost my breath, and before I could catch it, I threw up.   “Nasty nigga throwing up.” As if he had any got damn nerve to be disgusted!  Nonetheless I managed to get on my knees, with my ass in the air.  “Spread ya legs wide nigga!”  We were back on the steps and Vice Grip was sitting directly in front of me.   He told me to wrap my arms around his waist, open my mouth, and swallow his dick. He wanted me to keep my eyes open.  “Look at me nigga.  You better keep ya fucking eyes on me the whole time.”  This mother fucker was worse than Dee.  He was a killer.  He felt nothing. I could see it in his eyes. I felt hands on my ass cheeks.  They were being pulled apart, and held open, as wide as possible.  I can’t tell you the pain that this caused, due to the violation that has just taken place.   Vice Grip motioned with his hand.  There was know preparation, no subtlety. It was as if whoever was behind me, had backed up to build momentum, then slammed into me.  I screamed, and Vice Grip dick dropped out my mouth.  I closed my eyes trying to embrace the pain.  But it was short lived.  The palm of his hand came crashing down on me with so much force it split my lip.  I could taste the blood.  “You got three seconds to shake it off, and put that dick back in ya mouth”.  This was impossible.  Meanwhile, this renegade fuck behind me is doing his best to compete with Dee, and make sure that the marks he left inside me, were deeper than Dee’s.  They were talking while he was imposing himself on me. Laughing, taunting.    Then the hard slaps to the ass began.  But not from the Renegade fuck, they were from someone else.   Renegade was to busy moaning at this point and calling me more belittling names.  I was trying to focus on the dick in front of me.  I didn’t want to upset Vice Grip one more time.  There was know telling what he would do to me.  His slap was too powerful, to frightening.  Enough to make it clear that you didn’t want to experience anything else from him.  Why hadn’t I passed out yet.  Why hadn’t the pain caused a shut down.    The slaps, the fucking, the choking and the ever presence of death in my face.  I have seen this scene in movies.  The point where the shock and pain of what’s happening to a person causes them to relinquish their desire to live.  I was there.  Every nerve ending in my body was on fire.  This had to end soon, so I yelled out “just kill me”.  The response was laughter, then Vice Grip up’d the stakes.   “See if we could get two dicks in this bitch at the same time”