Nigerian Nightmare – Part 3

By Andy Caulden

Last on, first off – just my fucking luck. The bedroom door opened and the overhead light came on, which blinded me for a few seconds. I had no idea how long I had been left on the stack. My whole body ached as Kola and Samson released me from my bonds and carried me out of the room.

The two men were extremely strong, and carried me along the hallway with considerable ease. Their powerful hands held me in a vice-like grip, which underlined the fact that either man could knock me into the middle of next week with very little effort.

The living-room was filled with naked men: three white hunks and six black hunks. They all looked like muscle-bound wrestlers in their late twenties or early thirties, and they all seemed very pleased to see me.

I was about to be humped by a horde of burly bum-bandits. They were going to turn my arsehole inside out with their hard-standing cocks. My heart began to pound with both fear and excitement, and my cock began to twitch with anticipation.

‘This is the first of the bunch,’ said Kola, as he and Samson dropped me on the floor. ‘The other three will be served up later, when this one’s arse is tapped out.’

‘He’s nice and skinny,’ said a bald-headed black man, who was sitting on the sofa. ‘I’ve been looking for a long-pig like him for ages. Maybe…’

‘He’s yours, sir,’ Kola interrupted, nervously. ‘He can suck on your cock while we fuck his boyfriend. You can then take him away with you, and keep him.’

‘Keep him?’

‘Yes, sir,’ said Saka, as he stepped out of the kitchen. ‘We don’t need four bum-boys cluttering up the place.’

‘Stand up for Mr. Teene, boy,’ said Kola, as he kicked me in the side. ‘And show him your assets.’

The rest of the group didn’t look too happy about losing out to Mr. Teene – Boz Teene was someone who clearly held a lot of sway over this group of burly brutes, hence their respectful silence. They watched me stagger to my feet, as the pins and needles began to kick in, and turn to face Mr. Teene.

The man looked evil and ugly. His bald head and pockmarked face made him look a lot older than the tonal sheen of his body indicated. He was just as muscle-bound as those around him, but he looked far more menacing.

‘Give me a twirl, boy,’ said Boz. ‘And lift up your arms, like aeroplane wings.’

I truly struggled to complete the manoeuvre, but I was never going to fail: self-preservation would ensure that I stayed on the right side of Mr. Teene at all times.

‘Good, boy,’ said Boz. ‘Now just stand there, with your arms outstretched.’

‘Shall we bring out his boyfriend and tap his arse, sir?’ asked Kola, sensing the frustration of the others in the room. ‘He’ll give you a good show.’

‘Give me another twirl, boy,’ said Boz, ignoring Kola completely. ‘And then come over here and sit down, beside me.’

When I sat down, the man’s right arm took charge of my ‘nice and skinny’ body and crushed it to his side. I then sat stock-still as he asked Kola to bring out Kevin and hand him over to Baba and Daniel.

Kevin was like a rag doll in the hands of the two black men. Daniel was especially brutal and uncaring toward my oh-so willing boyfriend. He was a mountain of a man, and the first to impale Kevin.

‘Up you come, boy,’ said Daniel, as he took hold of Kevin, who was bending over in front of him, and applied a full nelson. My boyfriend’s back was now pinned against the man’s chest, with his feet off the floor and his body held fast by the wrestling hold and the cock up his arse.

When Daniel spread his powerful legs, Baba knelt down and placed Kevin’s legs behind Daniel’s lower thighs.