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Working the Night Shift

This story is a work of creative fiction. It is for erotic
entertainment purposes only. This story contains nonconsensual sex and
racial humiliation. It is not intended to be read by minors. Anyone
who thinks that they might be offended by the contents of this story
should find something else to read.

************************

Tyreese and Leroy sat at a greasy table that was piled with cardboard
containers and napkins smeared with barbeque sauce. They had just
finished off a rack of ribs between them. There were still chunks of
corn bread soaked in sauce in the otherwise empty containers on the
table. The CD jukebox filled the room with the sounds of Usher moaning
his apologies to a woman he had cheated on. The neon light noisily
flicked behind them in the window of the restaurant.

The boys were in an unusual mood of honesty and self-disclosure.
Tyreese's raw brown sugar face seemed dreamy, as if he were lost in
rosy memories. "Man, we been known each other since we was little
shorties growin up in the hood."

"Yeah, we goes back a long ways," Leroy said. His ebony face, the
color of the night, was also wistful. "I think of you like a brother.
There ain't nobody in the world I be closer to."

Tyreese fought back tears of passion for his homeboy. "I didn't never
know my father. You the closest I ever been to another dude. I swear
on my mama's grave, I would do anything in the world for you, man. You
know I got yur back, always. I aint never gonna let you down."

The two boys half-stood up and gave each other a manly embrace. They
beat their fists on each other's backs for emphasis of solidarity and
devotion. Friendship is the most honored virtue among young black
males; Tyreese and Leroy felt the full emotional impact of their
friendship at that unexpected moment.

Not much later they heard shots ring out in the street. Tyreese made a
disgusted face. "Man, it's them money-grubbers again. All they after
is the bling-bling."

"Yeah," said Leroy. "Them niggas would sell they mama just to get a
little cash." Both boys shook their heads in disbelief at how far
values had slipped in the black community over the years.

Just then two full-bodied young black women walked past the display
window of the rib joint. The street light accented their features.
Both Leroy and Tyreese could not draw their eyes away from the curves
and the smooth skin of the two young women.

"Man," said Leroy with a wistful smile, "I just loves me some pussy. I
can't get enough of it." The boy wagged his legs in and out excitedly,
like a dog in heat. He grabbed his crotch and held onto it in his
excitement.  "I can't never understand what faggots see in hairy legs
and havin' a dick up they butts," he said.

Both boys fell on top of the table with laughter.

As the night drew on Tyreese noticed his watch. "Oh, snap. I gotta get
ready to go to work."

"You still doin' that security guard gig at the warehouse?"

"Yeah, and I got the midnight shift. I don't wanna keep Mr. Alfonso
waitin.' He already thinks niggas can never be anywheres on time."

The two boys clasped hands in solidarity. "I see you tomorrow
afternoon then."

"Gimme a call," Tyreese shouted back.

He disappeared into the night.

************************

When Tyreese arrived at the warehouse he was ten minutes late. Mr.
Alfonso was pacing up and down on the loading dock.

"It's about time you got here. Can't you people ever get anywhere on
time?"

Tyreese gave the man an annoyed look and mumbled under his breath,
"Racist motherfucker."

Mr. Alfonso just shook his head and sucked on his teeth. He returned
to his office, leaving the black boy alone on the loading dock.
Tyreese watched the lighted window of Mr. Alfonso's office. It seemed
like a beacon in the dark. Slowly the his eyes began to close; maybe
it was all those ribs and cornbread settling in the boy's stomach.

When he opened his eyes again Mr. Alfonso was standing over him. "One
of your home boy's could have made off with the whole warehouse while
you were taking your little nap, Sleeping Beauty."

Tyreese struggle to get to his feet. "I-I'm sorry Mr. Alfonso. I don't
know what came over me. It'll never happen again."

Mr. Alfonso gave the boy a cold stare. "It better not happen again."

Mr. Alfonso kept staring at the black boy. Tyreese wondered whether or
not the man was thinking about firing him. But Mr. Alfonso had a keen
eye for beauty, even if he saw it in a black boy. He carefully studied
the boy's brown face, the dark shadow of a mustache above the boy's
upper lip, and the boy's full reddish lips.

Mr. Alfonso, captivated by the boy's beauty, lowered his voice.

"I've always heard...er...unusual things about you colored boys."

Tyreese gave the man a strange look, but Mr. Alfonso continued.

"I've heard you boys are, uh, well endowed, and that you can't get
enough of it...if you know what I mean."

Tyreese tried to follow where the man was going with this. "Yes," he
said tentatively. "I guess so." The boy tugged at his crotch. Whenever
anyone mentioned sex it seemed to be the appropriate gesture; as if to
emphasize what he was capable of.

"Well," Mr. Alfonso continued, "I've never seen a nigger's penis
before. Not a real live one; naked and up close. D-do you suppose you
can bring me one that I can hold and look at?"

Tyreese didn't know what to say. Surely Mr. Alfonso wasn't a faggot.
Why would he want to see and hold a nigga's dick?

"Well, I dunno Mr. Alfonso, sir. I mean, it aint like niggas just
dyin' to be showin someone they dick, if you know what I mean...I mean
not to show no dude anyways."

"I know, I know," Mr. Alfonso said. "But I'm willing to pay for it.
I'll make it worth your while if you bring me a nigger; preferably a
black nigger with a big cock."

Tyreese was ready to laugh off the offer. He was sure the whole thing
must have been a joke. But the boy's curiosity got the best of him.
"How much you willing to pay?"

Mr. Alfonso leaned toward boy and said, almost in a whisper, "What's
it gonna take to get you to bring me a nigger that I can hold and play
with?"

Tyreese casually eyed Mr. Alfonso's diamond watch. "I think that there
watch would be a good down payment." The boy was confident that the
man would refuse.

Mr. Alfonso smiled. "You like this watch?"

He removed it from his wrist. "Take it. It's yours. Just make sure you
bring me a black boy tomorrow night during your midnight shift."

The boy's eyes grew wide as saucers as he held the sparkling watch in
his hands.

"The watch is worth a lot of money," Mr. Alfonso added. "It's probably
worth more than you would make working as a security guard for a year.
You better not try to skip out on me with that watch or I'll hire some
boys to come after you. If I have to do that it will be a bad scene
all around."

Tyreese barely seemed to pay attention to the man. He slid the gaudy
watch on and let it dangle loosely on his wrist. He smiled. "Dayum,
dat shit is bangin'."

Then the boy seemed to remember what it would take for him to earn the
new piece of jewelry dangling on his wrist.  "Don't worry, Mr.
Alfonso. I'll find you someone nice. Someone black. Someone with a big
dick. I won't let you down."

The man smiled as the monkey boy admired his new watch.

*************************

The next morning Tyreese realized he had a problem. "How am I gonna
find a nigga who's gonna show is dick to Mr. Alfonso and let that
white man feel him up like dat?"

Tyreese sat on the wall where all the niggas hang out when they want
to look at ghetto girls and show off their new sneakers.

Just then Leroy came around the corner.

Tyreese greeted his homeboy with hug, "Sup my man? You chillin'?"

"You know it, man."

Tyreese held his homeboy by the shoulder. "Hey, man. I want you to do
a favor for me. You know we tight. You know we like brothers."

"Yeah, man."

"Well, I want you to come to the warehouse with me tonight. I can't
let you know too much about it. Just come with me when I go to work.
It'll be a big favor for me. I'll fill you in on everything once we
get there."

Leroy seemed confused. "Okay. Whatever you say, man. I don't see why
it gotta be such a mystery, but I got yo back, dawg. I be there."

The two boys clasped hands, "Peace, man."

Once Leroy was out of earshot range Tyreese made a call on his cell
phone.

"Mr. Alfonso? Dis Tyreese. Listen. I gotcha nigga, but you gonna have
to act like we don't know each otha an' you forcin' the nigga to take
his pants off. He aint gonna do it no otha way. You gotta take a nigga
by force. But I'll deliver him up to you - but you gotta take if from
there. If you strapped you can make dis ting go smooth like butter."

When the two hung up Tyreese looked down the street in the direction
he last saw Leroy walking. He shook his head as if he were ashamed
about what he was planning to set the boy up for. Then he looked at
the shiny new piece of jewelry on his wrist. His face beamed and he
forgot all about the shame of his betrayal.

*****************************

That night the two boys slowly made their way over to the warehouse.
The streets were dark and narrow with low-hanging telephone cables and
crumbling sidewalks. The boys kicked broken bottles out into the
street as they made their way to their destination.

Tyreese tried to concoct a story that might be convincing to Leroy.
"Listen man, the reason I need you here is cause they some dude be
stealin shit from the warehouse at night. Since I can't be everywheres
I jus need you to be my eyes an' ears at the loading dock while I make
my rounds in other parts of the building. Dat cool?"

Leroy nodded, "You know I got yur back, son." The boys pounded each
other's fist.

They arrived at the warehouse. Tyreese told Leroy to watch the loading
dock. He headed for Mr. Alfonso's lighted office. Before he could
reach the door Mr. Alfonso jumped out from behind a stack of boxes,
pointing a gun at both Tyreese and Leroy.

"Hold it right there boys."

Both boys were startled. Then Tyreese relaxed when he realized it was
Mr. Alfonso playing his part in the setup.

"I want you both to bend over that stack of wooden crates over there
while I finish looting this joint. Don't give me reason to use this
weapon. Nobody will get hurt so long as you boys know how to
cooperate."

Leroy nervously bend over the stack of crates. Tyreese did likewise.
Mr. Alfonso tied the boys hands together and secured them to a wooden
plank on one of the crates. As he tied Tyreese's hands he whispered in
the boy's ear, "Just make it look good." Tyreese gave Mr. Alfonso a
conspiratorial wink and a nod.

Once the boys' hands were secure, Mr. Alfonso started laughing. "Well,
well, well...it looks like I've got myself two handsome young niggers
for the price of one."

Leroy looked confused. Tyreese's heart jumped in his mouth.

Mr. Alfonso reached over and unfastened the diamond watch from the
boy's wrist and secured it on his own. He addressed Leroy.

"I offered your 'homeboy' this watch if he would bring me a young
nigger whose cock I could play with tonight." Mr. Alfonso slowly
walked around Leroy, inspecting the boy. "And it looks like he
delivered. Boy did he ever deliver. Looks like he brought me a nice
piece of ass."

Leroy looked angry and offended.

Mr. Alfonso continued, "But Tyreese is a nice piece of ass too. He's
got those luscious red lips and that golden brown skin that looks so
good on you niggers. I honestly don't know which one of you I should
enjoy fucking first."

Both boy's eyes grew wide. Mr. Alfonso tugged at Leroy's loose
trousers and let them drop around the boy's ankles. "You see, it's not
really your dick that I'm interested in, so much as it's your smooth
black ass."

Mr. Alfonso tugged at Tyreese's trousers and they dropped around his
ankles too.

"And there's nothing that feels better on a horny white man's dick
than a black boy's tight ass."

Mr. Alfonso yanked the boxer shorts off of both Tyreese and Leroy,
exposing two shapely naked asses, side-by-side.

He ran his hand over Tyreese's brown ass and felt the kinky hairs in
the boy's ass crack. Mr. Alfonso moaned with delight.

Then he ran his hands over Leroy's smooth ass, which was black as
night. He spread the boy's ass cheeks and examined his hole. The man
gasped with appreciation of the black boy's body. "Ahhhhh. So
fuckable."

Mr. Alfonso was lost in lust and wonder. He breathed in the fumes from
the black boy's bodies. The boys smelled of a mixed of funky ghetto
sweat, musty pubic smells, and negro ass smells. He breathed deeply
the sweet of aroma of black teenaged manhood. Then he shook himself
out of his hypnotic trance and straightened his body.

"Ah-hum. Now, which of you boys am I going to fuck first?"

Tyreese's face was all alarm. "Fuck him. Fuck Leroy. I heard that
nigga got a good ass to fuck."

Leroy shot Tyreese an angry look of betrayal. Tyreese just arched an
eyebrow in reply and said in a low voice, "Well, it's every man for
himself in a set like dis, man."

Mr. Alfonso eyed the smooth skinned black boy. "You think I should
fuck your buddy here, Tyreese?"

Tyreese was all encouragement. "Yes. Yes. I think you should fuck that
nigga ass. I think you should fuck that nigga good. You gonna like
it."

Mr. Alfonso ran his hands all over the smooth dark black boy's body.

"Okay, I'll take your advice, Tyreese. You usually know what you're
talking about."

Mr. Alfonso unzipped his pants. His six inch white prick was red and
throbbing. He shoved it inside the black boy's smooth ass, held the
boy by his waist and began to hump inside the boy ferociously.

Leroy let out a scream of pain. Tears flowed from his eyes as the
white man raped his black ass.

"Take that dick boy. Take that hard white cock in your nigger ass."

Mr. Alfonso slammed into Leroy's ass over and over again, making the
boy's body rock on the wooden crates.

"You're just a black cunt for your master. Take my white cock and
don't complain about it."

Leroy grunted and groaned. Salvia ran from the boy's mouth as the
white man ravaged his body. He felt the man's hard slimy white pole
pushing in and out of his dark body, using it like the nigger cunt he
had become; he was nothing but a plaything.

Suddenly, without warning, Leroy felt his own black cock growing hard.
It got firmer and firmer until it was standing straight up and
smacking the boy on his belly button.

"You like that white cock in your ass, nigger? You like getting fucked
by that big white cock?"

Leroy grunted with embarrassment and pain. This wasn't supposed to
happen. Yet his cock continued to throb at the thought of being
dominated by a white man who had power over him.

"Take that white dick inside your body. Take it like your ancestors
did 100 years ago. Consider this payback for being a burden to white
men all of these years."

Mr. Alfonso held the black boy's body tight and ran his cock deep
inside the boy. He made circular motions inside the boy's ass. He dug
in deep pushing against the boy's prostrate. He was not going to let
any part of that nigger's ass go un-wasted.

Leroy gasped, cried and moaned as the white man took advantage of his
body.

Finally Mr. Alfonso let out a yell.

"Aggggggggggggggggggggh."

It echoed throughout the empty warehouse.

A flood of hot, thick cum gushed from the white man's cock and filled
the nigger boy's ass hole. It ran down the boy's legs. Mr. Alfonso
kept holding tight, shooting out more and more cum into the black
boy's ass.

"Aggggggh, you nigger boys have good asses to fuck."

When Mr. Alfonso was out of cum he collapsed on the embarrassed black
boy's body. Leroy's own cock was still rock hard and throbbing pre-
cum.

When Mr. Alfonso was done with the boy he extracted his cock and
admired his handiwork.

He looked over at Tyreese and gave the boy a wink. "You done good,
boy. You brought me a nigger I could really use. Just so there's no
hard feelings between me and you, here's $50 for you to spend on some
malt liquor and a bucket of fried chicken."

He dropped a $50 bill at the boy's feet.

Mr. Alfonso headed for his black Audi. His car alarm deactivated with
a chirp and unlocked the door.

Tyreese looked up at his employer.

"Ah, sir? Mr. Alfonso, sir? A-aren't you going to untie my hands sos I
can pick up the fiddy?"

Mr. Alfonso just sneered at the boy.

"Naw. If you can't untie yourselves before the day crew gets here then
I guess you'll have to let them untie you while they laugh at your
black asses for being raped and robbed."

Tyreese's face flushed red.

Mr. Alfonso rolled down his window. As he drove off he added, "And
don't try to tell them it was me, either. I'll get my boys on your ass
and you'll regret you ever thought about talking - that goes for both
of you niggers - you hear me, you dumb black monkey?"

Both boys nodded their heads.

Mr. Alfonso drove away leaving a blue cloud of exhaust fumes in the
loading dock.

Both negro boys eyed the fifty dollar bill on the ground and waited
for sunrise.

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