This story is a work of fiction. The celebrities depicted are pure fantasy. This series was inspired by "Vraxis" at (VRAXIS@hotmail.com). The characters, and story concepts are derived from HIS 2003 series "gangbanging Mario Lopez". I continue this adaptation with his permission. _____________________________________________________________________ GANGBANGING SHEMAR MOORE Chapter -8
MORNING EPIPHANY
Shemar awoke naked in his own bed. His body was stiff all over, he groaned from the pleasant ache erupting throughout his numbing innards. He recalled being fucked last night by some of Viper's boiz. Several of them taking turns fucking him and TV's WB "Smallville" star -Tom Welling, for hours. He looked over to the right of the bed to find Tom still asleep, his naked body still twitching from the pounding they received by the hands of Viper's men the night before. Shemar inched over to him, getting a better look as he slept. Shemar noticed dried cum tracks all over Tom's gorgeous body, including his face and around his pretty lips where he missed swallowing all the semen shot in his mouth. Shemar reached out and touched the sleeping beauty, even asleep he saw beautiful.
"Wha...what's going on...?" asked Tom, awaking suddenly. He felt Shemar's hands in his sleep, and thought he was in the mist of another brutal anal fuck.
"Calm down Tom, it's just me...Shemar." Welling's began to breathe a sigh of relief, throwing his head back on the pillow. His body was physically exhausted, he was grateful for the rest as he thought his attackers had come back for more. In the weeks they'd been fucking him regularly, he'd never handled more than 3 at a time, last night he and Shemar had to host 10 fuckers, all with big dicks up to and over 8 inches in length. His body still ached severely from the fucking, and needed some more time to recover from the on going assault. He never had this problem before while fucking females. Tom had always considered himself pretty robust when it came to his sexual prowess with women. It was usually THEM begging for a break, calling him a sexoholic and telling him he needed help. Now Tom found himself on the receiving end of cock, and able to relate to the complaints he heard coming from women about their men. He was still coming to grips with his new reality, when he suddenly felt Shemar's hand inching across his body in exploration.
"Hey, what are you doing Shemar?" he asked, startled by the advances.
"Relax Tom, I'm just...getting to know you." smiled Shemar, infectiously. He reached down and grabbed Tom by his growing penis and squeezed it gently.
"Don't..." squirmed Tom, pulling away. Shemar followed him across the bed.
"Why not?" he asked, grabbing at the hardened cock.
"Please..." begged Tom, trying to wiggle away. "...I really don't go that way. I'm straight."
"In Hollywood? Please!" snickered Moore, ignoring Tom's pleas.
"This is wrong, Shemar. We shouldn't be doing this." continued Tom.
"We did a LOT more than this last night." reminded Moore, still holding Tom's dick.
"We were FORCED to get fucked last night. Being forced, and fucking willingly, are two different things!" argued Tom, holding strong to his hetero-roots.
"Maybe so, but do you think those guys out there are gonna care one way or the other if you consider yourself gay or straight? Did Viper ASK you if you were gay or not? Did he ask you for your permission before he fucked you, or did he just bend you over and shove his big fat dick up your ass?" Tom flinched at the memory of Viper roughly shoving him to the mensroom floor at his movie premiere, and forcibly shoving his 10" monster dong ball deep into his unsuspecting rectum. He could still feel the results of that night, and many others since. "Exactly. So since we have no choice in when or where we get fucked, I say we just enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" asked Tom, looking at Shemar in disbelief. "You...you enjoy Viper sticking his cock up your ass?" he asked in astonishment, his hard dick still being toyed with between Moore's fingers.
"Hell yeah!" excited Shemar. "Don't you?" Tom hesitated.
"I...I wouldn't say I ENJOY it..."
"But you are getting used to it?" asked Moore, having seen Tom whore himself on too many dicks last night to fully believe the young man didn't like it on some level.
"Well, Viper and his men have been fucking me each and everyday since we met. So I'd say -yeah, I'm getting used to it." agreed Tom, reluctantly.
"Well, there's no reason why you shouldn't be getting something out of it yourself. I mean, since we have no choice but to give in to their demands or have them expose us publicly, why not just give in and enjoy it? What's the harm in that? I mean, are they going to fuck you any differently because you get a hardon? I don't think so."
"True." agreed Tom, knowing he had little choice in the matter anyway. "So what will I have to do?" he asked, watching Shemar's head lean over his crotch.
"Just relax..." offered Moore, taking the tip of Tom's 7-inch man into his mouth. Tom moaned, laying his head back on the pillow. This was the first time anyone had touched his dick, that wasn't roughly trying to wrench it off with their bare hands.
Shemar's mouth felt like heaven. Tom closed his eyes and thought back to the last woman he slept with. He recalled her soft face, her beautiful breasts, her succulent cunt, and her round buttock. He remembered kissing her, tasting her all over. He stuck his dick in her mouth, then gently wormed it in her pussy, fucking her with hot gentlemanly strokes until he finally came in her moist vagina. He day dreamed this as he felt Shemar's mouth quickly devour him in one gulp. Suddenly his memories switched, and it was HIM on the receiving end of cock. HE was the one sucking dick, and having it shoved not so gentlemanly up his ass. He recalled how the stiff hard cock moved in and out of him with a life of its own, how the soft/hard organic texture surprised his interior as his captive fucked him harder than he'd ever fucked any woman in his entire life. Tom recalled looking up into the face of his rapist, and seeing the ever changing face of black male after black male; -Viper, Ox, Ormel, Dondre, Rahiem, DeMarko, Devlin, Brick, Bilal, Nakier, and Ralpheal, had all been inside him at one point or another, taking his masculinity and his manhood with each new cock jammed into his male pussie. Each man that fucked him and came inside him, killed his male spirit a little more. He had become their male whore, their cum dump...they could fuck him any place, any time they pleased, disregarding him and his decision. His opinion nolonger mattered to them, all he was was a vessel for their hard cocks to tunnel through, and cum in. He was reduced to nothing more than a cum deposit, and the thought of it had his dick suddenly spurting gush after hot salty gush of rich creamy white cum into Shemar's choking throat.
"ARRHHH...!!" groaned Tom, his body jerking and convulsing as he filled Shemar's mouth with his fruits. Shemar quickly ate the plentiful load, enjoying his first protein shake of the day. He swallowed the hot cum, then sucked at the sweet cock for more. Tom was a handsome white man, he reminded Shemar of some of the guys from his school when he was still a youth, the ones he used to suck off after class -just to be their friend. Shemar pulled his mouth from the hard cock, and lay back to savor the flavor on his lips. He was just about to ask Tom if he'd like to return the favor, when the bedroom doors suddenly popped open.
MORNING FUCK SESSION
"Rise and shine sleeping beauties, time for your morning sexercise!" Tom and Shemar watched wide eyes as all 10 men from last night's festivities piled into the room. Shemar saw 10 morning hardons leading the way, and knew he and Tom were in for another all niter.
"C'mere Bitch, I been thinkin bout YOU all nite!" said Dondre, grabbing at Shemar's ankles and pulling him down to the edge of the bed. He roughly pushed Moore's legs upward, doubling him in half as he exposed his wet, well fucked asshole to the room. Without even bothering to lube up, Dondre aimed his cock up to Moore's hole and shoved in. Shemar grunted painfully at the rough entry, but took it like a man. Dondre set a hard pace, fucking into Shemar with the full length of his shaft. "Damn this Bitch got good pussie!" he exclaimed, fucking him wildly.
"Bitch gotta good mouth too." said Ox, moving in toward Shemar's face. Shemar looked up at him with a sudden fear in his eyes. The recent memory of Ox nearly suffocating him with that over sized animal cock in the back of Viper's Hummer was still fresh on his mind. Ox had fucked Shemar's mouth, cutting off his breathing passages, until he finally decided to cum down his throat. By that time, Shemar was lite headed and nearly unconscious from a lack of oxygen. Now he was positioning himself above Moore's torso, aiming his dick down to his lips. Shemar reluctantly opened his mouth to allow the cock in. Ox slide in, sinking his dick all the way into Moore's mouth in one long stroke.
Beside them, Tom Welling was being man handled on the other side of the bed. Blatino born DeMarko had already fallen in love with Welling's sweet white ass last night after fucking him for the first time. He fucked the pretty white "gringo" 2 times last night, sending one hot heaping load of spanish juice up his ass, and the other down his throat. Now he lined his achingly hard morning erection up with the man's tiny asshole, and quickly shoved himself in without the least thought to Tom's discomfort. Tom screamed in pain as the cock tore through him. He knew he had no choice but to take it, as Viper had made it perfectly clear that his TV career would be over if he refused any of them service. In essence he had become the blackmen's slave, he either did what they wanted when they wanted however they wanted it, or receive retribution. Tom didn't want to see his career shattered, so he took whatever the men shoved into him, trying to do as Shemar suggested -and enjoy it. Balil saw Marko move towards Welling's ass, and decided to take up residence at the actor's mouth. He waited until DeMarko decided a position, then moved in to help fill the fallen celebrity at both ends. Tom saw the teenager coming to him with his swinging hardon. DeMarko had Welling on his back, fucking his dick in and out of his sore hole when Balil came over and aimed his dick down at his lips. Tom was groaning from the fucking, unable to adapt to it as quickly as Shemar had to his ass fucker. Balil lowered his dick into Tom's mouth, turning his groans into moans.
Tom felt the cock moving into his mouth, and sealed his lips around the hard shaft. He sucked it, feeling it slip back and forth through his lips as DeMarko continued to fuck him. Tom couldn't help feeling like a piece of used meat between the two men. They treated him like a piece of property, not as an equal. Not a man with a life and a mind of his own. They never gave Tom the impression he had a say in anything they did to him. If they wanted to fuck him, they did. If they wanted their dicks suck, he did it. No "if's', "ands", or "buts" about it.
Dondre loved fucking first thing in the morning, it was his favorite time of day sexually. For him there was nothing better than dumping hot load into a juicy ass just before the morning alarm clock sounded. And no one had a better ass to fuck than the talented whore of day time TV -Shemar Moore. He fucked himself in and out of that loose fitting cum slick celebrity asshole, picking up speed as he went along. He'd been secretly pining for Moore for years, and now he had the handsome half breed exactly where he always wanted him, on the receiving end of his 7 and 1/2 inch fuck stick. He rammed his dick in and out of Shemar's ass with ever increasing speed, plunging his dick into the wet receptive hole he'd already lost so many loads to within the last 24 hours. He loved hearing Shemar moan as he fucked him. He loved watching his body react everytime he pushed his dick forward into his ass-cunt. He knew Shemar didn't have any true feeling for him, as far as Moore was concerned it could've been anyone fucking him, he'd react just the same. He was a whore at heart, it wasn't the man that got him off, it was the DICK. But that didn't keep Dondre from enjoying the fuck anyway. For him love was fleeting, it was always more headache than it was worth. But SEX was a different story. Dre had fucked his fair share of mens asses, with Shemar's being at the very TOP of the list. He could fuck Moore indefinitely, and never tire of it. He pounded down into the sexy ass until he felt his dick start to throb, then shoot a nightly build up of fresh seed into Moore's gamey bowels, losing all of his essence in a wave of heated spurts.
Dre let his dick soak in Shemar's anal pussy for a moment, before removing it for the next dick. What he really wanted to do was lay in it and fall asleep until he hardened again for another go round, but he knew he had 9 other hardons standing behind him waiting for a chance to fuck some star cunt too. He pulled his softening dick from his favorite celeb's ass, and stepped aside. Shemar was still getting his face and throat fucked by the human Ox, when Rahiem climbed aboard and shoved his dick inside. Shemar groaned around the throat full of cock cutting off his breath as Rahiem started an immediate pounding of his ass. He watched Ox hold his dick deep down in Shemar's throat, amazed that the actor could hold his breath as long as he could. He saw Moore's throat muscles working the length of the dick, causing Ox to grind his pelvis down into the man's face harder. Rahiem didn't stop fucking Shemar's ass until he felt his dick start to pulse uncontrollably.
"Oh shit!" called the thug, miscalculating Moore's anal ability as he pumped a freshly made batch of sperm into the man's well fucked ass. Shemar was barely aware that his cunt was being refilled as he was on the verge of unconsciousness as Ox continued to grind his cock around deep in Moore's throat. After several minutes of deep grinding, he pulled back with his hips to withdraw his thick penis. He fucked back and forth into Shemar's gasping mouth with short strokes, before sinking his enormous prod all the way back down. Shemar felt the cock burrowing its way back down into his stuffed gullet, just as another ass fucker climbed up between his legs to fuck his butt. Devlin pushed his hardon into Moore's cum dripping ass just as Ox was cutting off his air supply.
Not far away, Balil watched Welling's sweet pink lips suck up and down his dick. He held the man by the head, guiding it back and forth as he fucked into his open mouth with short strokes. He saw Tom's mouth leave wet spit tracks along his shaft. He could feel the man's tongue licking at the belly of his dick as he sucked. Balil had seen the cute man of steel's television commercials over the last few years, but had never actually seen the show until after he'd fucked him for the first time. He thought it was hilariously ironic that Welling played this quiet man with unmatched power and conviction, yet give his boy-cunt up to them without so much as raising his voice in protest. It was amazing what images television put out, confusing people into thinking certain celebrities are righteous, courageous, thoughtful or humanitarians, when really what they are were just as confused and fucked up as the rest of us. Balil felt his dick start to throb as he continued to watch the pink lips eat up his dick. This was the first time he'd been sucked by a caucasian, and he really liked watching his black dick slide in and out of their pink mouths and pussies. He lost his load when Tom looked up at him. Their eyes locked for a minute while Tom was getting his ass plowed by DeMarko. Marko was fucking Tom's butt pussy hard, ramming his dick in and out of his cunt with long deep strokes. Each thrust of his hips caused Tom to grunt around Balil's dick. DeMarko was really going to town on Tom's ass, fucking him harder and deeper as the minutes ticked by slowly. When he started to groan, he shoved his dick all the way up inside Tom's anal roost, -and came. Tom's eyes bulged from the added depths, as he stared up into Balil's eyes dreamily. Balil heard DeMarko's groans when he came inside Tom's butt, giving the young actor's asshole an inner cum bath which flooded his bowels with a steamy deluge of blatino sperm. Bilal started to groan himself, doing the same exact thing to Tom's mouth, shooting a full night's worth of hot semen onto Tom's tongue at that very precise moment. Tom felt the cum pumping into his mouth and his ass at the same time, making him moan in satisfaction, knowing he had satisfied both men. He swallowed Balil's cum, then continued to suck until Bilal finally decided to remove his cock. He and DeMarko exited Tom's body at the same time, leaving both of his holes empty and strangely craving for more. Tom lay back on the bed, waiting for the next man to come forward and fuck him. It was during that moment that he scanned the room to see who his next fucker might be. He saw several men standing around with their hardon in hand; Brick, Ralphael, Nakier, and Ormel to be precise. They seemed to be trying to decide who would go next. Tom knew he had no choice but to accept whatever the men had planned for him. That's when Welling decided to take Shemar's advice, and simply enjoy it. He was just making up his mind to that concession, when he suddenly heard someone say; "let's let HIM decide".
"Who do you want to fuck you next?" asked someone. Tom looked bewildered.
"You...you guys...want ME to decide who fucks me next?" he asked, unsure of the question.
"Yeah." Tom thought the question was ludicrous. He was a straight man. What straight man decides who rapes him? This was another ploy of theirs to break his spirit, to show him that he had no control over what happens to him. Even with the illusion that he had control to pick his next attacker, he had no power to call the attacks off all together. Rather he picked the next fucker or not, he was going to get fucked. The four men lined up together shoulder to shoulder. Tom scanned each man, their faces, their bodies, their dicks, personalities. He recalled how each guy performed, how they fucked him, rather they were overly rough or disrespectful. Tom found his eyes returning back to Ormel more often than the other 3. He remembered how good the man's dick started to feel in his ass last night. And he remembered how just getting fucked by him had made him cum without even touching himself.
"Him." pointed Welling. "I want HIM to fuck me, next." Ormel smiled outwardly, teasing the other would-be ass fuckers as they each groaned their loss. Ormel climbed aboard the bed between Tom's legs. Welling lifted his legs to expose his asshole for Ormel's use.
"No, not that way, I want you on your stomach." Tom looked disappointed as Ormel suddenly flipped him over. Part of the reason Tom picked Ormel to fuck him was to look up at him. Tom thought Ormel was one of the sexiest men in the house, now that he knew he wouldn't be able to look up into his face and view his hot hard body, he couldn't help but feel some type of disappointment. He spread his legs, raising his ass invitingly as Mel lined his dick up to the opening. His cock head touched his asshole, then pushed in forcibly. Tom gasped and groaned as his asshole was stretched and fucked. Ormel maneuvered himself between Tom's spread legs, then started to pump in and out of the cum slick hole squeezing the life from his dick. Even fucked umpteen times last night, Tom's ass was still extremely tight. Mel thought Tom had a much tighter pussy than Moore, as he hadn't been getting fucked nearly as long. But what Tom lost in experience, he gained in fuckability. Ormel liked fucking the white bread actor better then the black one, for the simple fact that he got a bigger thrill knowing he held control over the popular white man by butt fucking him like a piece of garbage. From the moment he stuck his dick into his ass, he felt a wave of superiority wash over him. To the public, Tom was a rich, popular, accomplished, famous actor. But to Ormel and his crew, he was nothing but their white whore, their fuck hole bitch whom had to do whatever they said no matter how disgusting or degrading. He did what they said, or he got his life ruined. Ruined by having fuck photos of him taking it up the ass by several black men. Welling would never live something like that down, not in WHITE America. All they needed to see was a big black dick shoved down the actor's throat, shooting whole loads of creamy cum all across his pretty features, and his TV show would be pulled the very next day. Ormel laughed to himself at the thought of that. He wondered just how long it would actually take to ruin the man's career by posting his pictures on the Internet, or selling them to the television tabloid shows. He knew it wouldn't take long for Entertainment Tonight or Access Hollywood to pick up the story and RUN away with it.
Shemar was weak from a sufficient lack of air. His mind was whirling deliriously as Ox ground his dick deep down into his throat for nearly 3 whole minutes. He pulled back only for a second to feel his dick slip through the throat muscles caressing his moby like dick before sliding all the way back down into his throat in one plunge. Shemar didn't even have the strength in him to fight anymore, he simply lay there getting his face, mouth, and throat fucked. And Ox took full advantage of that by holding his dick in at longer and longer intervals. Meanwhile Devlin was still fucking Moore's ass, even as his consciousness came into question. He didn't care if Moore was consciously aware of what was happening to him or not, he was too busy enjoying the feel of the fuck. He stared down into Shemar's happy handsome face, even bright red from a lack of breath with his cheeks and throat puffed out from Ox's cock mass, -he was still a beautiful sight to see, and Devlin hated him for his looks. Devlin had always been called "ugly" all his life. Girls would shun him in school while boys would laugh and tease him by calling him names like "totem" or "crash test dummy". Devlin quickly acquired a strong physical hate for pretty-boiz, often fist fighting them to purposely destroy the looks god gave them. As he got older he realized that his dick was unusually bigger than most guys his age. When he caught a couple of the "pretty-boiz" eyeing his equipment in the gym's shower, he decided to cum up with another plan to enact his revenge. So now that he's joined Viper's gang, he often has his choice of pretty guys he can fuck. And when he did, he always fucked them extra hard, punishing their asshole for their good looks. More than a few of them left Devlin's bed walking "funny", their insides not looking quite so good after he fucked them with his 9" path finder. And Shemar would be no exception. He looked down into the actor's face as Ox continued to cut his air, and laughed. How ironic that the pretty ones were getting just what they deserved, enough dick to kill a horse.
"Purdy muh'fooka!" he said in Jamaican accent through gritting clenched teeth. He hammered into Moore's ass with renewed vigor and strength. Shemar represented all that Devlin hated about the world. He was good looking, charming, rich, educated and popular. Everything that he wasn't while growing up. So butt fucking pretty-boiz up the ass cruelly quickly became his version of therapy. And he was pretty good at it too. He fucked Shemar harder and harder, driving his thick Jamaican sausage through the man's limp body until he felt his cock grow double in width. Shemar wasn't even aware when Devlin's cock slit suddenly burst open to spill a sea of semen into him. A wall of seed poured in from Devlin's cock, filling Moore's flooded bowels to the point of backup. Devlin screamed and shouted in thick accent as the cum poured out of him in groves. When he was finally spent, he yanked his cock out. Shemar never moved as Ox continued to hold his dick ball deep in his throat. He fucked the star's mouth with increasing thrusts, never completely removing his cock not once. The other men watched with astonishment as Ox fucked the poor celebs throat to within seconds of suffocating. With his ass now vacant, they noticed when Ox pushed his gigantically fat cock into Moore's throat, the pressure within would force his insides to push out through his asshole, causing semen to ooze freely from his asshole. When asked to do it again, Ox complied by pulling back on his hips before sinking his big cock all the way back in with one long slow plunge. Like before, Moore's asshole responded by pushing out, releasing more semen onto the sheets. The men laughed jokingly as Ox continued his ride. He fucked Shemar's face for a few more minutes until he finally felt himself about to cum. But before he could "pop", he pulled his dick from Shemar's mouth and sat up on his knees on the edge of the bed. Quickly he began to jack his dick, aiming it down at Moore's gaping mouth as he started to burst cum all over Moore's face. Shemar slowly started to gain some of his consciousness when he felt the cum drops dotting his face like streaks of rain. Ox placed his cock head back into Moore's mouth, and filled it with the rest of his remaining load. Shemar's cheeks ballooned out from the volume.
"Damn, I ain't think he'd ever let him up for air." whispered Ralphael, happy to see Moore still alive.
Ox removed his dick all at once, allowing Moore the chance to swallow his seed. But Shemar was still too groggy, and was not quite aware of the contents filling his mouth. Ralpheal saw Moore's naked body twitching on the bed, his hard cock laying across his abdomen. Every one's eyes seemed transfixed on him and Ox, and not his available ass. So Ralphael decided to move in. He climbed on board the bed and lined his hardon up to Shemar's ass. Then he pushed in, feeling the relaxed anus accept his depths in one slick uninterrupted thrust.
"uh..." moaned Shemar, barely able to breathe through the cum clog filling his mouth. Most of it began to trickle back out of the corners of his mouth and run back across his cheeks and into his ears. Ralpheal thought it was erotic seeing the strikingly handsome Moore laying on his back helpless with a dick up his ass, and cum filling his mouth and face. In fact, it made Ralphael's dick extremely hard, and he used that excessive hardon to his advantage as a weapon by fucking Shemar as rough, long, and hard as he possibly could. He hammered into Moore with his hips, his pelvis slapping loudly into the actor's buttocks as he drove himself through the man's body with speed and force, causing the king sized bed's head board to bang into the back wall. "uh...uh...fuk...me..." groaned Moore, making gargling sounds through the cum clot draining down his throat like an old sink. Even half unconscious and unaware of his current condition, Moore was a slut. His body had become accustomed to getting fucked, to being used by men for their sexual pleasures. He didn't feel whole, or complete, unless he had a dick in him. Any dick in him. Spurred on by Shemar's insatiableness, Ralphael pushed Moore's legs up against his chest (doubling him in half) and fucked him like an animal. Moore grunted and gasped from each thrust which pierced through his bowels like a thick knife, his handsome facial features distorted by a painful expression and drying cum plastered across his good looks. All the cum collected in his anus caused Ralph's dick to make wet "sloshing" noises deep in Moore's rectum as he fucked harder. A steady stream oozed out of his ass every time Ralph's dick plunged forth. Shemar's eyes slowly began to focus as his ass was pounded deeper into the mattress. He couldn't recognize who was currently fucking him, all he saw at the moment was a burred figure a top him, holding his legs down to his chest as he fucked him. Shemar looked like a little boy lost, gazing up into the face of his attacker as he lay beneath him. Ralphael's thought the man looked both sexy and pathetic, and couldn't resist cumming into his slick ass.
"UHHHH....Oh Shit!" he cried, his eyes flipping up in their sockets as he shoved his entire cock all the way up into Moore's behind. His mouth dropped open in as he threw his head back in orgasm. The cum pumped out of Ralph's dick, burning a hot scolding path of human made lava into Shemar's cum pit. Shemar lay there, basking in the warm glow. He could feel the essence filling his gut, searching his bowels fruitlessly for an egg to impregnate. Nakier and Brick both stood beside the bed massaging their extended hardons, waiting for Ralphael to finish his business so they could move in on him. They watched Ralphael's ass cheeks clench and tighten as he sent the last of his juicy load into Shemar's backside. When done, he pulled out slowly and retreated towards the end of the bed. Nakier lay down next to Moore, then instructed the star to straddle his waist so he could ride Na's dick. Shemar was slow to respond, but did was told. His body felt heavy as his mind reacted slow. He straddled Moore's hips, feeling his hardon slap into his ass crack. Nakier aimed his dick upright, then motioned Shemar down on it until his prick slipped in his cum drenched chute.
"ohhh..." moaned Moore, feeling the dick slide into him easily. Brick stood on stand-by, watching Moore's cunt eat up Na's wood. The slightly haired ass cheeks slide down the hard pole swiftly, settling into Na's lap. The entire dick was sheathed in Shemar's roost. He even ground his ass down in Nakier's pelvis to make certain he had every inch inside him. Slowly Nakier began to pump his hips. Shemar took the hint and started to ride up on the pole. His ass cheeks slide slowly up Na's cock, revealing the thick shaft as it reappeared from inside the parted butt. Brick (and the others watching) saw Nakier's dick re-emerge with the thick slime of slick semen coating his cock length before Shemar lowered his ass all the way back down on it, submerging it back inside his steamy roost. Moore repeated this act a few dozen more times, pulling and lowering his asshole up and down the full length of Na's dick, effectively fucking himself as his mind went into a daze of sex. Nakier reached back and grabbed two big hefty handfuls of Shemar's ass cheeks, stretching them wide apart as he rode his dick. Shemar's asshole widened, causing Nakier's cock to slip out at the top. A large gush of cum escaped Moore's stretched hole and ran down the length of Na's dick, sending Brick into a sexual fit. He stroked his own dick harder as he watched Nakier aim his dick back up into Shemar's cunt. It slipped back in easy, the ass continuing it ride as Brick climbed up onto the bed behind them. He positioned himself until he had his dick poised beside Na's. Shemar felt the presence of someone else behind him, and froze. He looked back to see Brick looking down at his asshole.
"Wha...what're you guy doing...?" he asked, not quite fully in his own mind.
"Shut up, and relax." ordered Brick, pushing his dick up against Shemar's cock filled hole.
"UHH...you guys aren't going to try to...? UHHH!!" groaned Moore, feeling Brick's head push in next to Nakier's cock.
"Shut up Bitch, and take this dick!" re-ordered Brick, slipping in. Shemar did as told, and braced himself for a double fucking.
Beside them, Ormel was still steady fucking Tom Welling on his stomach. Tom felt the weight of Mel's body on his back, his hips pumping into his ass, driving his big black man cock deep into Tom's parted white ass cheeks. Every thrust into Tom's backside was another jolt of power for Ormel. It wasn't that he hated white people, he just never trusted them. White's had the run of the world, they owned everything. Even Africa. They created the laws, they made the rules, they decided people's fates. There was a reason why the major majority of prisoners in the U.S. penal system were people of color. Ormel spent HIS time in the system himself, living 3 years behind bars for a drug possession. During that time he had no power. He was told when to bathe, when to eat, when to sleep, and when he could have visitors. He hated prison. He hated not having sex when he wanted it. For while he occasionally got his rocks off inside some young tight unsuspecting punk's ass, it was always a quick fuck in the corner of some dark room or corridor. He never had the chance to fuck someone at leisure, to take his time and bust his nutt after a nice slow long screwing. NOW he was able to enjoy himself at great length, fucking the pretty star of Smallville and making him groan like a school girl getting her first taste of dick. Over Welling, Ormel felt powerful. He could fuck the handsome star when, or however he choose. Tom was the powerless one here, the one who had to submit, who had to do whatever was called of him. Mel slammed his hips into the white boy's ass, picking up speed as his dick slipped in and out of the sperm soaked cunt faster. Tom grunted from every plunge, his asshole molding to the shape of Mels burrowing pole.
"Is THIS what you wanted?" he asked Welling, his full lips right next to the actor's ear. "You wanted me to fuck you like THIS?" Tom gasped at the question, his ego making it difficult to comply. "I asked a question white-bread, is THIS what you wanted? Is this why you picked ME to fuck you?" Tom buried his head in the pillow to keep from having to answer. Admitting "yes" to Ormel's question would mean something Tom just was not quite ready to consider yet. He still considered himself strictly heterosexual. This ordeal with Viper and his crew was against his will, he was not openly a part of their orgy. Ormel fucked Tom for a few more seconds of straight in and out action, before pulling his dick completely from Tom's slick hole. His shinny wet dick emerged from the tight buttocks to hover just above it, then Ormel quickly shoved his hips forward, jamming the full length of his log back into the tiny hole.
"AARRRHHHH...!!!" yelled Welling, his head popping back up in surprise. "YES...YES, I wanted YOU to fuck me!" he gasped.
"Why?" asked Mel, resuming his in/out thrusts. Tom swallowed hard, hating himself for admitting...
"I...uh, I liked...the way you...fucked me." Ormel smiled.
"So you like my big dick?" he asked, fucking prouder than before.
"Yes."
"So TELL me."
"I...like your dick."
"No. Say it like you MEAN it!" said Mel, his pelvis slapping into Tom's cheeks louder. "Say it, or I'll make Ox fuck you next..." whispered Mel.
"Fuck me!" shouted Tom, quickly losing his inhibitions. "I LOVE your dick, man! Fuck me!"
"That's what I'm talkin about, white-boy! Give me that ass!" moaned Mel, his loins starting to peak ripeness.
"Oh shit...fuck me! Fuck me, man! I NEED that cock!" Tom couldn't believe his ears, he heard his own voice yelling out the nastiest most vile things he'd ever spoken. But once he started, he couldn't stop. Ormel was fucking his ass with the same intensity he did last night. Tom felt his asshole surrender to Mel's cock, gaping open under the steady pounding like a collapsing cave. The dick drove in and out of him relentlessly, punishing his exhausted sphincter as it bore into him over -again and again.
"Damn..." gasped Ormel, hammering his hips one last time as he felt his dick swell with excitement. "...I'm gonna CUM, man!"
"Oh YES! YES! Cum, man! Shoot your CUM in me!" yelled Tom, unable to hold back his joy. Ormel shoved his dick inside Tom's rising ass, and grunted like a neanderthal. He felt the cum in his balls shooting up the length of his throbbing embedded pole, pumping out into Tom Welling's greedy ass with every wild spurting pulse. Tom felt the heated cum pouring into his inflamed backside, and spread his legs and rose his buttock for more.
Ormel moaned and groaned as his dick emptied itself into his captive. Tom accepted every drop of Mel's juice, his tortured hole sucking his dick as it searched for more cream. Ormel felt exhausted from the long leisurely fuck session, and quietly rolled off Welling's back to take a break from the action. Tom beamed, seeing the state in which Ormel looked after fucking him. For all Mel's power over him, Tom thought he looked pretty weak now that he had cum inside him. Tom began to entertain the thought that his ass was more powerful than Ormel gave it credit for. He looked over at the resting man, and smiled contentedly as he tried to gather his strength. But before Tom could soak in the bask of his after glow, Bilal (whom had been standing by watching) had gotten his second wind, and climbed back aboard the bed between Tom's spread legs. Before Tom could prepare himself for another onslaught, Bilal was pushing his dick inbetween his butt cheeks, fucking his way in through the twice cummed anal hole. Tom felt the teen's cock force its way into him, wedging itself into his rectum.
Bilal fucked Tom with a vengeance. As a teenagers, Bilal was able to pop hardons at will. His sex drive was a 10 on the Rictor Scale. He could fuck, cum, fuck, cum, fuck, cum, and fuck again. Out of Viper crew, only Viper himself was capable of out lasting Bilal. And unfortunately for Tom Welling, Bilal felt like he had something to prove to the older members of the crew. As the youngest member, Bilal thought he had to work twice as hard as the rest of them to be considered equal. Someone was always trying to "punk" his manhood, calling him young, calling him names, telling him he had to "pay his dues". So when it came to scenes like these, Bilal always made sure he out lasted the older males, fucking their captives longer, harder, and more times than any of the others. Tom felt the street-wise teen hacking away in his asshole. His stroke was more forceful than Ormel's, but not nearly as stimulating. Tom thought Bilal could take some lessons from Ormel on how to fuck a man's ass and make it feel good. Especially since Bilal's dick wasn't even as big as Mel's. Tom couldn't understand why Bilal's smaller dick was causing him more pain. But what he didn't understand, was that Bilal was fucking him harder on purpose. Making Tom groan and grunt in front of the other men, told them that he (Bilal) was a contender, that he wasn't just a boy pretending to be a man. That he had the tools and potential to rival any one of them when it came to handling his business. But what Bilal didn't know was that some of his crew members were just itching to get up in his ass. They liked watching his tight lite-skin teenaged buttock hump up and down as he fucked Tom Welling or one of Viper's other bottom whores, and they wanted IN themselves. The only thing that saved Bilal from being shoved down next to Tom and Shemar and fucked right with them, was Viper's "hands off" orders. DeMarko and Devlin in particular, were dying to get up in that booty. They stroked the rising manhoods, their eyes locked on his smooth ass cheeks as they moved up and down in unison. Devlin knew the tight ring would choke the cum right out of his dick if he ever got the chance to sample his young buttock. It took all the strength he had not to rush over and TAKE the ass right then and there.
Shemar Moore felt the duel thrusting of the 2 dicks ramming through his tightly stretched ring. His mind was a jumble of mushed thoughts. He'd been fucked for years, in every position he could think of by every nationality on the planet, -but never had he been double fucked by 2 dicks in his one asshole at the same exact time. He was amazed that his anal colon could distinguish the difference between the 2 pricks as they thrust in and out of him unevenly. Nakier was on the bottom of the 3 man pile, his hard dick thrusting up into Moore's worn asshole. He held the a mixed raced actor by the hips as he pushed his dick up into his dark wet anal depths, -while at the same time Brick knelt behind Shemar, holding him firmly by the waist as he too thrust himself deeply into Moore's butt. It was a strange feeling, feeling his dick move through an asshole which already held another cock. He could feel Nakier's cum slick shaft rubbing continuously against his own, adding to the erotic friction as Shemar's stretched hole strained hard to gobble up both dicks at once. Shemar was in a weird kind of anal zone, as his male cunt was continuously attacked without let up. Every time Nakier's dick retreated, Brick's dick pushed inward, -and every time Brick withdrew, Nakier would thrust up into his anal cunt. Shemar was feeling extremely used and insignificant as his body was being torn between the 2 assailants. They were treating him like CUNT, fucking his asshole for the pure pleasure of it. They didn't give a fuck about him, or what their 2 cocks were doing to the elasticity of his soon to be ruined asshole. All they cared about was the moment, about their own pleasures as they fucked themselves some celebrity ass, -and Shemar wouldn't have had it any other way.
Part of Moore's submissive make-up was that he liked being used, he liked being reduced to nothing but a hole to fuck. He like strong, masculine, aggressive men who would TAKE him and treat him like his feelings didn't matter. He liked it when men would make demands on his body, when they would hold him down, fuck him, and then leave him there soaking up their discarded juices. It didn't matter to him that they didn't suck his dick too, or that they didn't worry about trying to get him off in the process, DICK was what he wanted, it was what his body craved, so long as their cocks were hard with another batch of nutt in their balls, Shemar was willing to lay there and be their cum catcher, no matter what the age, size, shape, or nationality.
"Yeeh you handsome nigga, TAKE these fuckin dicks up your stinkin asshole!" grunted Brick from behind, thrusting his dick in and out faster and harder. "Pretty bitch! I bet you ain't never went a day without havin this pussie fucked, did you? You prolly been gettin dicked since the day you were born! How many dick've you had in you since Viper found you at The Gauge, 50? 60? A 100? I bet you ain't got no clue how many motherfucka's've nutted in yur pussie! Fuckin HOE! We gonna fuck the livin shit outta you and your white boy friend here! (he said, referring to Welling's whom was still getting fucked by Bilal right next to them). Viper's gonna make sure you two niggas give back to the community! He's got all kinds of motherfucka's lined up to fuck the shit outta you two assholes! Hell, we might even bring a camera crew in to film the whole thing to air onna 11-o'clock news! What you think of that?" Shemar was thrilled, his dick was rock hard and rubbing back and forth against Nakier's flat belly as they fucked him. Once Brick started telling him what Viper had planned for him and Tom, Moore's dick had started to secrete cum, leaking wet streaks all across Na's ripped abs before bursting sauce all over his sweaty chest. Nakier continued to thrust up into Moore's backside, jamming his dick in and out right next to Brick's. He could feel a steady leakage of semen draining from Moore's stretched anal lips, his abdomen was drenched in the collective juices of his fellow crew-men. But Nakier didn't mind the mess, he liked fucking nasty raw ass. The more niggas that came in it, the better he liked it. He like having his dick swim around in another man's load. It excited him for some reason, making the asshole juicy and wet. That's why joining Viper's fuck group of hardcore gangbangers was the best move Nakier ever made. Whenever they fucked a nigger, he waited to be in the back of the line so that the hole would be plenty filled by the time he came up. He could feel Dondre's, Devlin's, Rahiem's, and Ralphael's thick loads spilling out around the base of his dick and onto his ball sack everytime he and Brick rammed forth. The wet warm river of semen inside sucked and caressed their dueling hardons as they both fought for the right to the anal track. But Na knew Brick was definitely winning, as he neared closer to orgasm.
Nakier held off from cumming for as long as he could, but the thrill of double fucking the handsome and famous Shemar Moore, coupled with the feeling of Brick's raw hardon sliding back and forth snuggly against his sensitive shaft, added with the idea of fucking a cummy asshole that's been creamed in for times already consecutively, made Nakier's cock twitch with life ball deep up inside Moore's anal roost. He ground his dick up in Shemar's cunt, then came a bucket of cum inside the actor's drain. Shemar felt the cock twitch and jerk inside him, and started moaning loudly as he hole was filled with it's 5th load of cum that morning. Nakier cursed and moaned as he added his own spunk to the many loads already in Moore's gut. He felt Brick still fucking Moore, his thrusting dick still sliding in and out at a fast furious pace.
"Yeeh nigga, I felt you cum in this motherfucka!" announced Brick, never letting up on his anal assault. He fucked and rammed his dick through the cum slick, wet, stretched, open, dank hole taking his repeated thrusts over and over again. He could feel Nakier's heavy load adding to the slickness of Shemar's cunt, driving him mad with lust as he fucked the hole harder and harder, determined to add his own nutt to the list of donors already piled in. Shemar was in ecstasy. His body had never felt so disrespected and used. He knew these guys resented his fame, his fortune, his breeding, and his good looks. They thought because of his beauty, that he had the world handed to him on a silver platter. And for the most part they were right. Shemar had always had good luck, from landing the dick he wanted, to the jobs he most desired. He used his sexuality to get whatever he wanted, nothing was beneath him. He used his sex appeal to get movie roles, concert tickets, airline seats, the best tables in restaurants, hotels, clothes, jewelry, you name it. People melted from his smile. They wanted to fuck him, kiss him, hug him, and Shemar played on it to his advantage. He couldn't help that he was born beautiful, why should he pretend otherwise just to appease people's stereotypes of what and how a black man should speak and act. He was half white, from the right side of the tracks. And while he would never apologize for his pedigree, he couldn't deny that it had gotten him some of the best hard fucks of his life. Men who had a problem with his duel nationality, often fucked him extra hard to punish him for even existing. And Shemar always enjoyed those punishments. He loved it when they would fuck him and treat him like a slave, like he didn't really matter beyond receiving their nutt. And the worse the fucker, the better the fuck.
Nakier lay underneath Shemar and Brick as the top man continued his rampage up Moore's backside. Na's dick began to soften almost immediately after cumming, Brick felt the rubbery sausage slowly shrink before popping out under his maddened thrusts. He now had the anal track solely to himself. Shemar's hole felt larger to him now, nolonger hugging his dick as it dipped in and out of his roost. Brick was fucking into the wet, hole which felt loose and slick on his dick. But he hammered away into it nevertheless, sending shock waves through Shemar's rectum with every hard plunge of his cock. On the last thrust, he shoved himself all the way inside, and growled like a roaring lion after it's first kill. Brick's dick pulsed and throbbed in the burning anus, erupting massive amounts of semen into the tortured and stretched track. Moore sobbed like a baby as his asshole accepted to last gush of cum in his liquefied bowels. The 3 men collapsed on the bed, physically exhausted after such an intense fucking.
Beside them, Bilal was still fucking Tom Welling hard and heavy. He'd cum in the white actor's tight hole just moments ago, but was well on his way to adding a second load to join with DeMarko's and Ormel's. Tom lay under him on his stomach, his legs spread wide to accommodate the teen's body as he pumped wildly into his buttock. Tom was getting more and more used to getting fucked. Each new experience gave him more confidence that he would survive the next. He watched in amazement as Shemar took 2 dicks at once, and wondered how a man's hole could stretch that wide. He heard Brick's announcement about them getting fucked at Viper's gathering, and the possibility of a film crew there to video tape it. He knew if that tape fell into the wrong hands, his life as he knew it would be over. Tom hoped he'd still be able to continue on with his career after Viper and his men have had their way with him.
Suddenly Tom felt Bilal's body stiffen above his. This cock in his ass started to throb as it got harder. Tom felt Bilal's last orgasm, the teen came in him but kept right on fucking him as if he hadn't. Bilal was known to have multiple orgasms back to back, his rock hard teenage dick never went down once it became hard. Even after nutting more than once. His balls constantly churned out more dick nectar, the volume would getting smaller and smaller as time went on, but he's still achieve orgasms nevertheless, filling a man's ass cunt with another batch of his ripe young juices. He fucked and humped into Welling with hard strokes, slamming his boyish pelvis into the actor's butt. Tom knew his bowels was about to be white washed again with another load of teen cream, and consciously raised his ass higher to receive it. Bilal plunged his cock into the hole several more times before he felt his balls explode, sending his 3rd helping of organic juice into Welling's body. The asshole tightened around his pulsating dick, milking him effectively as he drained off inside Tom's well. He too collapsed a top his fuck victim, his erection still rock hard and twitching out the last of his load as he caught his breath. Brick and the others had been watching Tom and Bilal as they both reached orgasms together. Tom had burst his seed all over the sheets under him, as his asshole sucked the remaining juices from Bilal's pole.
"Tomorrow, bitches..." moaned Brick, easing his spent shaft from Shemar's flexing anus. "...tomorrow's The Gourmet. Then we'll see just how much dick it takes to break an asshole permanently."
end of part eight...