(READER'S NOTE; the character Marvin in this series is the brother of Jeffery Rollins of the series "BLACKSUB" in the gay/relationships section of Nifty. For those who may want to know. -DOGG)
Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-1 THE STING
There are parts of north Philly that are know for it's rough drug trade. Most people who don't live there, stay away. Some who live there stay indoors after a certain hour. And some only visit to take what they can, and get out!
15 year old Louis Carter and his 15 year old friend Malik Laury rode the route42 bus through the rough streets in search of Gogant Street. Both boys sit on the bus in silence, almost afraid to speak as they searched frantically out the passenger windows at street signs.
"Would you relax? You're making me nervous!" said Louis, at his friend's jittery.
"I can't help it..." whispered Malik, looking around the nearly empty bus to make sure no one heard him. "...these...THINGS're uncomfortable! They keep shifting around inside!"
"Hey, they're uncomfortable for ME too, but you don't see me fidgeting around like a bomb suspect!" scorned Louis. "Besides, the more you move the more they shift! If you just sit still, they won't bother you as much!"
"Shit man, why'd they have to put so many inside? And why'd they have to be so damn BIG?" complained Malik, still squirming in his seat.
"You MUST like the way they feel nigga, you keep moving around even though I told you not to!" smirked Louis.
"Bullshit! You didn't tell me we would transporting DRUGS IN OUR ASSHOLES when you told me about this little scheme!" said Malik. "Had I known how we'd be moving this shit, I never would've agreed to come with you!"
"It's EASY money, man!" reasoned Louis. "You told me you needed some extra cash to get your girl something nice for her birthday, and I showed you HOW we could do it, and now you want to complain? Where else're you gonna make 200 dollars just taking the bus across town?"
"Well...you still could've told me HOW they were gonna make us carry it! I don't know WHAT I thought dude was up to when he told me to drop my pants..."
Malik stopped talking when his buddy started laughing at him out loud.
"You should've seen your face!" laughed Louis, trying not to giggle too hard as it made his insides hurt too much. "I thought you were gonna pass out when they started shoving those metal balls up our asses!"
"It's not funny, I almost DID pass out!" said Mal seriously, causing Louis to laugh harder.
"OUCH!" he cried, after a few of the metal balls in his bowels shifted. THAT caused Malik to laugh. "Look, I was the same way when I first did it. Those balls hurt like hell, man. But I didn't want to discourage you from trying it out. Really, it's EASY money! And you kind of get used to it after a couple of runs! Next time you do it, it won't hurt as much."
"Next time? Fuck that shit, THIS's the LAST TIME I'm letting anyone put anything UP my ass!" exclaimed Malik. An older man sitting 3 seats ahead of them turned around and looked at Malik and Louis questionably, shook his head, then turned back around.
"Yo, this's our stop!" shouted Louis, ringing the signal to stop. The bus driver slammed on the breaks as the 2 kids ran for the rear door. They hopped off at the corner of Gogant and Truant, then made their way to the address patterned in Louis' head. He'd been there before, running drugs for his older cousin JJ. They walked down the street until they came up to an old house. Malik looked at it with skepticism, as Louis simply walked up the front steps and gave his special knock. After several minutes someone peeked out of a small peep hole drilled into a metal door.
"WHO THE FUCK IS IT?!" asked a deep bellowing voice.
"It's Lou, JJ's cousin!" called the teen. He heard dead bolts being unlocked, and then the door was pulled open. In the doorway stood a huge, built, angry looking man with long dreadlocks. Malik's first instinct was to turn and run, but he was so petrified by the sight of the man that his feet froze where he stood.
"Hey Dreads, is my cousin in?" asked Louis, walking pass the door man as if he lived there. Malik stood nervously at the bottom of the steps, looking up into the big man's cruel looking eyes as would a deer trapped in oncoming head lights.
"He downstairs. What's up with your boi outside, he coming in or what?"
"Malik! Come on!" insisted Louis.
Slowly Malik's legs started to work as he forced himself to climb the front steps. He walked pass the man referred to as "Dreads", and ducked into the house. Dreads smirked to himself as he closed and locked the door behind them, unaware that they were all being observed from a house across the street.
"What do you see, Rodriguez?" asked one of the observers as he came out of the bathroom from taking a shit.
"Two kids, about 14 or 15, just entered the building. One of them were observed entering a week ago with another teen. No visible weapons or bags though." said Rodriguez, peering through a high powered scope directed at the drug house across the street.
"Okay. Record the time they entered and the time they leave. I'll have one of the backups follow them when they come back out." ordered the second man.
Inside, Louis led Malik through a clear narrow path through the house and down into the basement where JJ was. The house was dimly lite, and Louis had been taught to stay on the narrow path to avoid setting off any booby traps placed around the house incase of a police raid. The 2 boys descended the steps into the cellar.
"JJ! JJ, -you down here?" called Louis into the darkened shadows of the cellar.
They stood there for a few minutes, then JJ (Louis' older cousin) came into the clearing, as if out of no where.
"Hey, wussup lil' cuz?" he smiled while walking up to the teen. They slapped hands in true gang style fashion, then gave each other half hugs as a symbol of love and affection. "You got my shit?" he asked, after a brief exchange.
"Hell yeah! And I can't wait to give it to you!" said Louis, rubbing his sore ass playfully.
JJ laughed, knowing his cousin was stuffed to the max with drugs.
"I see you brought a different friend from last week." said JJ, noticing Malik standing silently by the stairs. "What happened to the guy that came with you last time?"
"Dennis? I don't know, cuz. He just said he didn't want to come back again, but wouldn't say why. Is there a problem?"
JJ stared Malik over oddly.
"You know we gotta keep this operation here on the hush. I thought your boi Dennis was gonna be your regular partner. We can't have too many of your friends knowing what goes on here, there're people that'll be looking for you if they knew what you were carrying for us. That's why we choose to use yall, so no one would suspect you." explained JJ.
"Oh, my BAD cousin. I didn't know. But Dennis was firm when he said he wasn't coming back."
"It's all good, lil' cuz. Where you know this punk from anyway? Yall been friends long?" asked JJ, leading Louis and Malik into a back room behind a make shift curtain where they were greeted by 2 more of JJ's buddies.
"He's a friend from school. But he's kewl, we've been hanging together a lot lately." said Lou, recognizing the 2 men. "Sup Russ? Sup Marv?" he said, trying to sound tough by deepening his voice a little.
"Sup lil' man?" called Russ, while Marvin just ignored him completely.
"Yo, yall remember my little cousin from last week, right?" re-introduced JJ, incase his boys didn't notice him or remember that he was off limits. "This is his new partner, Malik."
"What happened to the kid from last week?" asked Marvin, as if concerned.
"He said he ain't coming back no more." answered JJ, to the laughter of Russ and Marvin. JJ caught the drift of their laughter, but Louis and Malik were clueless as to what was so funny.
"Hey, same drill as last week. Yall two take care of the boi here, while I get the stash from my cousin. Kew? Oh, and no funny stuff!" warned JJ as he took Louis into another area of the basement. Russell and Marvin both smirked and snickered at JJ's commands as they turned to Malik. Marvin looked down at the frightened teen with a particularly sullen look about him, making the boy want to pee his pants.
"What the fuck YOU looking at, punk?" yelled Marvin, purposely trying to intimidate the boy. Malik jumped noticeably, frightened by Marvin's angry tone. "Take off those fucking clothes, bitch!" he ordered as Malik continued to look at him in confusion. "Don't make me have to tell you twice!" he warned.
Malik heard the simple threat, and quickly started to remove his clothes. He felt odd, undressing naked in front of strangers for the second time tonight.
"And we better not find any hidden cameras or tape recorders on you either, kid! Or that's your ass!" added Russell, watching the boy's naked form as it came into view.
"Tape recorders?" asked Malik, stripping off the last of his clothing.
"Never mind that, just get the fuck up on this table!" ordered Marvin in his same nasty tone. Malik climbed up on the table as told. "Stand up! Facing away from us!" added Marvin, staring at the boy's soft looking round ass cheeks. "Now, squat down!"
"Squat?" asked Malik, unsure he heard correctly.
"Yeh nigga! You deaf, or dumb?" shouted Marvin, slapping the boy hard on his ass. Malik yipped at the sting, then quickly did as they said. He bent down in front of them, his ass becoming more vulnerable as his butt spread to reveal his near hairless ass crack. He looked back at the 2 men over his shoulder, nervously waiting for their next order.
Russell got a square metal pan, then placed it strategically between Malik's spread feet just under his buttock.
"SHIT!" ordered Marvin, in one word.
"Huh?" asked Mal, -hearing things.
"I said SHIT, you stupid mother-fucker!" shouted the man, smacking Malik's ass harder this time. Malik ducked his head in embarrassment, then did as ordered.
At another location earlier tonight, he and Louis was make to strip naked, then ordered a mandatory douching before drug dealers wearing rubber gloves started pushing gigantic metal balls into their asses, containing what Malik thought to be probably cocaine or heroin. Their asses was thoroughly washed and greased, as the metallic balls were forced inside. Malik screamed as the first ball was pushed in without much thought or care of his pain. The dealer pushed hard into Mal's tight fighting anus, forcing his sphincter muscles to give way as the ball bore its way inside. Another giant ball quickly followed, pushing in against the first one already filling his rectum. In total, both Malik and Louis were fitted with 10 giant large/jumbo eggs sized metal balls, then given an address which to take them for 200 dollars a piece (20 dollars per ball).
Malik felt the first ball pushing out against his rectum, forcing the tight lips of his sealed anus to part and open as it inched it's way closer to freedom. Marvin and Russell had a clear view of Malik's straining asshole as it gave up the first ball. The large circular object appeared at his back door, then made a loud clanking noise as it plopped down into the metal pan.
"That's ONE." announced Marvin, after the metallic sphere hit the tray coated with slimy grease.
Malik sighed relief after the first ball passed, but his joy faded fast when the second ball began to push out his asshole. He grit his teeth as the second ball repeated the actions of the first, squeezing pass his sphincter as it extracted itself from his inner depths.
"That's TWO!" announced Marvin again, annoying Malik whom had eight more metal spheres to go. He was extremely embarrassed, his exposed asshole visible for all the world to see as he went through the humiliation of shitting out spheres to two total strangers.
"That's THREE!"
One by one the balls came out, each expel becoming easier than the last. Malik pushed out the last ball with his stomach muscles, his anus contracting and retracting as his anal track ejected the round globe which made the final loud embarrassing plop into the pan. He began to rise up when he suddenly felt a large hand pushing him back into position by pressing into the small of his back.
"You ain't done yet, nigga! There's still one more ball left!" claimed Marvin, his hand still resting on Malik's back. Mal looked back at him over his shoulder, hoping that the man was joking.
"That was the tenth ball..." he said, trying to sound as non offensive as possible.
"I can COUNT, nigga!" yelled Marvin, his cruel eyes growing wild and crazy. "You saying I'm LYING?! You think I'm stupid or something??"
"No! No!" insisted Mal, fearing a brutal beating. "I just think you forgot to count the last ball, is all."
"Oh, NOW I'm forgetful!" exaggerated Marvin, looking over at Russell whom tried to hold in his amusement. "You get this, man? This little punk mother-fucker thinks I'm too stupid to count to ten! He must think he's smarter than me, just because I dropped out of school in the 6th grade!" Russell chuckled, unable to hold in the laughter any longer.
"You know what I think?" asked Marvin with a serious tone. "I think this little bastard's trying to rip me off!" he said, turning his attention back to the kid. "Is that what you're doing, punk? You trying to rip me off? You holding OUT on me?!!"
"No! No, I'm NOT! Honest! THAT was the last ball!" defended Malik, looking back over both shoulders as he pleaded his innocents to both men.
"You're lying!" said Marvin, simply. "I think you're still holding ONE more ball up your ass! I think you're trying to get out of here with your own stash!"
"No, I'm NOT lying! Please! There was only TEN! Louis could verify it!" said Malik, frantically.
"Louis? Who the fuck is Louis??!" asked Marvin, sounding agitated.
"Louis is my friend I came in with! The other guy took him into the back! HE could tell you how many we had inside us!" promised the boy.
"Fuck Louis! HE might be IN ON IT with you for all I know!" assumed Marvin. "I'm just going to have to check for myself!"
Malik didn't know what the big man meant by that last statement, until he felt Marvin shove two of his huge thick fingers up his unexpected asshole. Malik yelled as the fingers pushed in, forcing through his sealed anal lips. He could feel them stretching his hole as they moved around inside him, as if searching for something inside a clogged drain.
"Feel anything?" asked Russell, standing off to the side holding back his giggles.
"Naw...the little bastard's probably got it stuffed all they way up inside his ass." said Marvin, adding a third finger as he stretched, poked, and prodded the asshole open with his jabbing thrusts. Malik flinched in pain, feeling every movement as the fingers pushed in deep. His only consolation was that he survived having ten of those big metal balls shoved up his ass, so he figured 3 of Marvin's fingers couldn't hurt too much more.
"Maybe you need something LONGER to push up in there." suggested Russell with a smirk.
"Good idea!" excited Marvin, removing his hand. Malik began to plead his innocence once again, when he heard the unmistakable sound of someone's zipper being pulled down. Malik saw Marvin pushing down his pants to expose his long, hard, thick, 10" elephant dick swinging back and forth out from his crotch just above his thunder thighs. His eyes bulged wide when he suddenly realized what the "something longer" was.
"NO...! Wait...! Please...!" was all he had time to say before Marvin grabbed him down from the table and carried him (as if he weighed nothing) across the room to a filthy flat mattress lying on the floor in a corner of the room. He was pushed down to his hands and knees, his ass exposed outward as Marvin quickly lined his fat bloated dick up to the greased hole and pushed inside.
"AAAARRRHHHHHHGGGG!!!" screamed Malik, feeling the man's dick force its way in.
"Go ahead, scream bitch! Can't nobody hear your ass!" laughed Marvin, shoving another few inches inside. Malik cringed, his hands flying backwards in defense as he fought to pry himself away from his attacker. But Marvin was strong, 250 pounds of bull thick muscle held the boy easily into place as he shoved another inch or two up the boy's convulsing rectum.
"NOOOO!!!" screamed Malik, feeling as if a tree trunk had been stiffed up his backside. Marvin continued to plow forth, unaffected by the boy's pleas as he held him by the hips. Soon he had his hairy pelvis smashed against the boy's small ass, grinding his thick massive dick around inside his spasming sheath. Malik lay very still, afraid that one wrong move might cause the giant dick inside him to rupture something vital. He didn't want to bleed to death on a dirty mattress on the floor of a drug house with a drug dealer's 10" dick stuffed up his ass. How would that look in the papers when they described his death?
After a few minutes of grinding, Marvin was ready for a nice long fuck up the boy's butt. He pulled back with his hips, pulling some of his big dick out of the tight squeezing anus, while dragging the boy's inner lining out as well. Marvin loved to see his dick extracted from a tight hole, only to see the inner lining of the anal ring cling to his massive thickness like a condom before sliding down his wide shaft to disappear back up inside the hole where it belonged. He pushed his hips forward as little faster on the intake, only to cause the boy more pain. When he withdrew again, he watched the lining cling to his dick before thrusting back up inside even harder.
Malik screamed and groaned in pain with every move of Marvin's hips. His asshole was not used to such pain, the largest thing Malik had ever had inside him before tonight was his doctor's finger. Nothing he had ever encountered before could have prepared him for this rape as he felt his manhood and his dignity slowly melt away with each thrust. After so many minutes he stopped pleading, knowing that begging would do no real good. His attacker was cruel and heartless, and probably thrived off of causing others unnecessary pain and anguish. Malik knew to survive this attack meant he'd have to give into it, and allow it to happen rather than fight against it. It went against every instinct in his body as he tried to relax his tense muscles. Almost instantly he could feel some of the intense pressure decrease just a smidgen. This gave him hope as he tried to force himself to relax more.
Meanwhile Marvin was busy dunking his dick in and out of the ass before him. Malik's anus was so tight, that Marvin couldn't tell if the boy was trying to relax his muscles or not. He just kept right on plowing his way through the resisting hole non stop, uncaring how the boy faired against his attack.
"Feel anything yet?" asked Russell, standing by as he watched his buddy fuck the kid hard and deep.
"Nothing but hot tight boy ass!" smiled Marvin as he fucked into the kid with meaner strokes. "Wait, wait a second..." he paused, picking up the pace as he began to hammer forth. "...I think I feel something!"
"Yeeh?" asked Russell, fingering his own hardon through the crotch of his pants.
"Yeh, I FEEL it! I definitely feel something...!" said Marvin, fucking even harder into the screaming boy's backside as he slammed his pelvic bone into the his soft firm buns.
"What is it? What do you feel?" asked Russell, unzipping his pants to free his dick.
"I feel...like CUMMING!!" announced Marvin, shooting his load deep inside Malik's bleeding tunnel.
"YEH! YEH! Take that big fucking load, bitch! Awe SHIT YEEEEHHHH! I'm cumming right up this punk's boi pussy! Damn his hole is tight!"
Malik wasn't sure if he could feel Marvin cumming inside him or not, as his ass was still mostly in a sea of pain from the high intensity fucking. But he WAS sure of how wet his hole became, and how much easier it was for the dick to slip in and out now that it was probably coated with Marvin's own cum.
The fuck thrusts slowly began to slow to a stop as Marvin sent 9 full spurts of thick white juice into the boy's anal track. His dick throbbed and pulsed inside the tight gripping sheath as it spilled out the last of his load. He removed his fat shrinking dick, as the sweet boy hole in front of him released his meat and slowly closed back up to a tight looking seal. Marvin held the cheeks open with his massive hands as a small trickle of maroon blood formed at the hole. Laughing out loud, he slapped the boy hard on the ass (leaving a viscous hand print), and got dressed. Malik had hoped his ordeal was over, but was quickly mounted by Russell, whom was very close to cumming himself.
"AAAAHHHHH!!" yelled Malik, feeling his asshole attacked again as another dick forced its way inside him. This time the pain wasn't as pronounced, as Russell's dick was smaller and more average in length and width. He pushed his prick into the anus, pushing through the blood and semen which coated his dick and made entry a little more easier. Once he had his entire dick embedded, he began fucking, hammering his way in and out of the boy's tight trembling body like a runaway train.
"Hey, what're yall doing to my friend??" asked 15 year old Louis, returning from the back room with his cousin. He saw Marvin tucking his thick fat mammoth meat back into his pants, as Russell was riding Malik viscously in the corner. He could hear the cries of his friend as he was butt fucked from behind like a common bitch. Just then he heard Russell crow, yelling out profanities as he too filled Malik with his hot spurting cum.
"Yo, mind your business squirt." winked Marvin, scaring Louis as he saw his friend being cummed in.
"JJ...!" he said, looking for his cousin to do something to stop them.
"It's over now, Lou. They're finish with him." said JJ, taking his cousin back upstairs.
"But...but they were fucking him! They fucked my friend! Why would they do that?" asked Louis, as he was taken out of sight. Marvin shook his head, wishing he wasn't JJ's little cousin, as he would have fucked HIM too. That boy needed a little wake up call to reality, -thought Marvin.
Russell removed his dick, pulling it out of Malik's sore hole as he got to his feet and pulled up his pants. Malik was slow to move, his entire body ached from the inside out. His asshole felt 10 sizes too big as he got up from the mattress.
"Oh damn, look!" said Marvin, grabbing the metal pan off the table as he recounted the balls inside. "There IS ten balls here..." he conceded. "...looks like the kid was right the whole time! Hey, my BAD lil' man!" he said with a smirk as he handed Malik back his clothes. "No hard feeling?"
Malik wiped a drying tear from his cheek as he carefully put his clothes back on. Avoiding eye contact, he slowly made his way back up the cellar steps only to hear Marvin call- "See you next week kid", before the two men burst into laughter. Malik walked slowly along the path he followed earlier, and met Louis, JJ, and the man called Dreads at the front door.
"You okay?" asked Louis, concerned. Malik nodded his head, looking at the ground as he was too ashamed to look the men in their faces.
"Here's your money." said JJ, handing Malik his 200 dollars for services rendered. Malik put the cash in his pocket, then quietly followed Louis outside. He heard the door being re locked and bolted before they even hit the bottom step. The police watched through their surveillance cameras as the two teens walked away from the house, one of them walking funnier than he did before he walked in.
After the silent bus ride back home, Louis and Malik parted ways, with Louis pointing out that "at least" he got the money for his girl's birthday present. Malik found that as little consolation to losing his male virginity. He walked in the opposite direction of Louis, going a few blocks before coming across his car which he had stashed away. He got in, started it up, and drove to work for a meeting with his boss.
"Detective...you're LATE!" called capt McConnell, sitting at the head of the drug enforcement task force assigned to bring drug crime back down from its peak.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was...indisposed." said detective Malik Jones as he entered the debriefing room with his fellow officers.
"Were you successful in penetrating the drug lord's house? Did you see how their peddling this stuff?" asked the captain, impatiently.
"uh...no sir, not yet." lied the detective, feeling all the eyes of every man in the room fall upon him even as he felt the drip of semen (or was it blood) seep from his anus.
"Well, is your undercover identity still intact?" asked the captain, looking down into his notes. "Is the...Louis boy aware that you're really a police officer?"
"No sir, the boy doesn't suspect a thing." said Malik, trying to keep a cool face and not reveal how much pain his ass was actually in. "My identity is completely safe."
"Good. Excellent. Keep working at it, son. They may not trust you yet, but eventually they'll slip up and reveal something crucial to our investigation. And when they do, we'll have those stinking drug dealers right where we want them!"
"Yes, sir." answered Malik, choosing to stand through the rest of the meeting rather than try to sit in those hard wooden chairs.