Bunjji2000

Black Boys in New York

Two Short Stories

The Abandoned House

It was going to be another hot august day in the east New York section of Brooklyn, NYC. Jamal leaves his bedroom dressed up and ready to go out the door.

"Boy, where are you going?"

"To see Luther and head out."

"Ok, but stay out of trouble. If I get a call from the cops, I gonna beat your narrow behind, ya hear?"

"Yes mom."

Jamal runs through the door and heads down the stairs in his apartment from the 5th floor to the 3rd wearing a sleeveless tee-shirts, black baggy pants and black averex sneakers. Banging the door three times, a black lady opens the door.

"Hi Ms Jones, is Luther inside?"

"Yeah, he's playing that playstation2. Come in."

Jamal heads for Luther room and see him playing gran turismo 3 wearing just his boxers.

"You still play this game?"

"Oh what up, didn't see you."

"You ready to go?"

"Do I look ready?"

"Man, just get dressed."

Rummaging through his closet, Luther takes out a baggy blue pants and a white t-shirt. He puts on his socks followed by his white Nike sneakers.

"Ma, I heading out."

"Ok Luther. Don't get in trouble."

The two black teenagers, 15 years of age, get outside and started walking down the street.

"Man its fucking hot."

"Yo Jamal. So what we gonna do? I wanna play some games at Laser Park in Manhattan."

"What about the Toys-R-Us in Times Square? They got some yu-gi-oh cards hanging around we can just swipe."

They stumble upon an abandoned building. Being hot and bored, Jamal decide to sneak inside and find something to do.

"Yo look over here."

"Its just a boarded up house."

"Why wont we just sneak inside?"

""And do what?"

"I don't know. Something."

"Aight."

They open the cellar door down to the basement. Finding it dark with light seeping through the boarded up basement windows, Luther takes out a lighter he found on the street and light it up. They find sawdust, lots of wood, and an empty toolbox on a table on one side of the room.

"Shit yo. This place been like this for like years."

Jamal scurries upstairs and opens the door. The basement is different from upstairs, for it is still in use with elegant furniture inside.

"Luther. Get up here."

"What the hell?"

"Like someone still living here."

While they walk through the kitchen into the living room, Jamal notices something about the air. Before he could tell Luther, he collapses. Luther turns around seeing Jamal on the floor. Then he collapses. A figure wearing a gasmask walks up to Luther before he blacks out.

They wake up minutes later. Luther tries to get up and look around, but feels his ankles, knees, arms and wrist strapped down on something with his arms extended straight out and bent at a 90 degree angle while his feet are bound a few inches separate from each other but he can't see. His eyes are blindfolded. Feeling cool air blow over his chest and penis, he suddenly realizes that he is naked on a surface. Jamal starts to stir.

"Jamal?"

"Luther? Where are you? I can't see a damn thing."

"Me too. We shouldn't of done this."

Jamal feels like he hanging off of something with his feet not on the ground. He figures out that he tied up stretching to the ceiling with his wrist and ankles bound, naked. A rusty hinge sounds with footsteps to follow.

"Now you boys are gonna learn why you shouldn't be snooping in other people places."

"What? Fool, this place is abandon."

"Upstairs wasn't."

The man feels Jamal's chest and nipples. Jamal shutters as the hand move down to his beer belly-like gut with his abdominals barely visible and plays with his private parts.

"Sir. We sorry, please, just let us go."

"Shut up boy. You two are gonna learn now."

The man wheels a few machines over to the two Negro boys. He positions one of them at Luther's feet, another two on both his sides and lowers one down over Luther. The three machines positioned around the boy are all strange. The one at his feet has two arms with three optional tools: sticks, feathers and forks. The two at his sides has two arms with two optional tools: sticks and feathers. Finally, the one over him has three suction hoses, two of them vibrate, and an arm with feathers. The hoses were placed on Luther nipples and soft penis while the other machines all had feathers. Now that Luther was ready, Jamal was next. Opening up the wall behind him, he drew out two arms with feathers and opened the floor underneath the boy, taking out two arms with sticks. He pulls out the same three hoses from the same machine in the ceiling that Luther has attached on. He attaches it onto Jamal and finally takes a seat. With a click of a button on a remote, the machines starts the tickle the boys while the hoses suck their penis, which is growing hard, and suck and vibrate their nipples.

"Oh shit, please not that."

"Nooo ho ho ho ho 3; HAAAAAHA HA HA HA 3; PLESSSSEESHE HE HA HA 3;"

With weird sensors, the machines lightly touches the boys with the arms moving back and fourth, up and down, left and right and regulates the milking on their penises. Within minutes, their dicks now become fully hard and their nipples are getting sore. But that wasn't their biggest problem.

As far back as they can remember, Jamal and Luther has always been ticklish, Luther being worst than Jamal. They would play fight and wrestle each other. They were best friends, almost like brothers. And they knew how ticklish the other one was.

The machine lightly tickled and probed Luther's most ticklish area: his feet with the sticks attachment. Seeing how hard it was for the machine to get his feet, the man quickly placed a ring on both his big toes and placed a small iron rod in between them. He then lowered half cut stock down and place the boy's feet in them. He then ties a piece of string around his pinky toes and tied it to the small hooks protruding out. The man grabs another piece, threaded it through a small hole in the rod and ties the string to the ring in the middle of the stock forcing the boy to flex his feet back. Now Luther is more vulnerable as the sticks glide and poke his soft, tender size 11 feet, up and down the soles and across the toes. The man now takes a feather and he teases Luther's ball sack, sliding it in circles and causes the boy to jerk more wildly. Luther bucks and screams for the torture to stop. But the man doesn't pay any attention to what he says.

"HHAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA 3; STOPPPPAH HA HA HA HA HA HA 3; NO 3; PLEASSSSE HE HE 3; STOOOOOOPP 3;"

Jamal on the other hand, doesn't receive it as much as Luther. He laughs as his sides, armpits, Jamal's most ticklish area, and toes are tickled while his dick and nipple are sucked. With his free hand, the man probes Jamal's bellybutton and abdomen. Jamal laughs at first but dies down to giggles then grows back into hard laughter. Jamal's dick is so hard; it feels like he could burst at any second. After 10mins, the boys suddenly blow their loads, 7-8 squirts go into the tube and fills up a 2 cup glass up above. The machines all stop.

"Now listen up. The machines here are gonna stop the tickling but is gonna milk u boys until you both fill up a two cup glass up here. Once you do, well you are thirsty right?"

They don't answer.

"RIGHT!?!?"

"Yes. Yes sir, we are thirsty."

"Good."

The man raises a table up next to Luther and unchains Jamal. He punches Jamal in the stomach and throws him on the table. Jamal's hands and feet are quickly tied in the same manner as Luther. The machines that had tickled the boys are now rolled away as the blindfolds come off. Luther chest heaves up and down as his heart rate increases and they examine the room and the man dressed in all black with a hood on his face. The man leaves the room.

"Luther?"

"Yeah?"

"Man, I'm sorry about this. We should of just when to Manhattan."

"Yeah. Now we 3; tied up 3; by some psycho."

"We gotta figure out how to get out now."

As Jamal thinks, the machines start up. The milking begins. Seeing a clock on a wall, Jamal sees that the time is 9pm.

"Hey. Sir. Please let us go before we get in trouble with our parents."

But the man ignores them as he looks through a secret, hidden, black tinted window. He can see the two Negro boys easily but the two Negro boys don't see him.

"So how are our victims Paul?"

"Those two just keep begging and begging. Especially the dark skinned one, Jamal. But the light skinned one, Luther, is starting to take it like a man. Got the alligator clips ready Dave?"

"Right here."

"Let's watch them til they drink their own cum."

The intensity is building up for the 15 year olds. Their dicks were being sucked by a machine which knew no limits, and it was becoming painful by the minute. In a manner, the hoses were sucking whatever air in them out. Their cockheads twitched and itched, but there was nothing they could do. Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped.

"Oh fuck. Its getting cold."

"Yeah, I feel it."

"MISTER, LET US GO."

The room turned into an icebox, but the boys kept building up heat and were still sweating. Soon, Luther was about to come first.

"Aaahhh--------aahhhhh damn 3; mmmmmmmmm."

Then, the machine stopped.

"Ahhh 3; no keep going. DON'T STOP!"

But it did stop. Jamal's stopped as well until their dicks softened. Then the machine started up again.

"Shit 3; MAKE IT STOP!"

"Ha. Those two just can't wait eh Paul."

"Got that right."

The machine continued this for four cycles. Then on the fifth, they finally came together, filling up one cup of the glass. Pual walked back in the room and moved in between the two tables where the boys were laying on.

"Ok, you two already got a good look of each other and the room."

He puts duct tape on their eyes and puts the gags with the hose attachment on connecting to the glass.

"Now just six more cycles and that glass will be filled up."

Paul rolls the foot tickling machine up to the boy's feet and gets it ready. They lay there on the table for the six cycles. They groan, moan, scream and beg through the gags and around the third, the machine starts tickling their feet. Now the groaning and moaning is mixed in with laughter.

"Hey Paul. What's with that?"

"They say that after cumming once, you're more ticklish."

"Yeah, so."

"These two cummed twice."

"Ohh 3; you are evil, man."

Around the seventh cycle, the boys are finally allowed to cum, overfilling the glass above them and having drops fall on their bellies. The hoses forcefully pours the cum into their mouths, and they have no choice but to drink the cum from the glass. Dave walks in and takes down the empty glass and removes the gags and hoses.

"Please, just let us go. We never sneak around in here again."

Dave slaps Luther and attaches the painful clips to their nipples. He brings down some wires and attaches them to the clips. Dave takes out a gel of some type. The gel feels very weird as Dave lubes up their dicks, getting the substance inside the piss slits. It itches and feels extremely good at the same time. They groan as the gel takes effect, stimulating their dicks. Smoking a cig, he burns Jamal with it on his bellybutton. The teen screams and writhe in agony. Dave goes back in the control room.

"Now let's start the electro torture."

Soon, 300 volts of electricity runs through the boys. It is a pain sensation they never felt. Dave increases the voltage to 600 and screaming increases. Then he stops it. The boys are starting to smoke. Dave now starts it at 800 and has it increase 200 volts every 40secs. Within 240secs, the voltage is now 2000 and Paul stops the torture.

"I wanna do the other thing now."

Paul and Dave walk in and detach the clips from the smoking boys. Paul takes off the tape and raises the tables. The tables now stand up perpendicular to the ground. Paul holds up a revolver and the two boys start getting scared. Their heartbeat increases.

"Ha, getting scared already? It's not even loaded."

Paul slams 6 bullets into the gun.

"Now it is. And if you two value your lives, you better do what we say. Which one you want?"

"I take Luther right here. You can have Jamal."

Dave takes Luther down and leads him to a horse. He is placed onto it on his stomach and is tied to it at his feet and hands. After checking that he is tightly secured, Dave begins to probe his young teenage butthole.

"Whooooooo, kinda tight here eh boy?"

Paul takes down Jamal and ties him up to another horse next to Luther. Paul picks up a long cane.

"Stand back."

"Make them red."

With one fast, hard swipe across, they boys scream in agony as Paul beats their asses with a cane.

CRACK

"AHHHHHHHH"

CRACK

"AHHHHHHSSSSSHIT"

CRACK

"OOWWWWWWWWWW"

CRACK

" 3; STOP"

CRACK

"AHHHHHHSSSSS"

CRACK

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 3; STOP PLEASE"

CRACK

Paul continues this for another 10mins. When he finally stops, their butts are flaming red and burning. Dave gets two condoms and that weird gel. He puts on a latex glove and lubes up their assholes. That weird sensation comes back, this time in their asses as it itches and tickles their insides. Both men put on the condoms and Paul takes out a nightstick.

"What you gonna do now?"

"Get him ready."

He shoves the stick into Jamal's asshole. Jamal groans as the stick enters him. With a flick of a switch on the stick, it starts to vibrate. The intensity is too much for Jamal as he shoots out his load. Paul then moves it in and out, teasing his hole. Dave rams his dick into Luther's mouth, so fast he almost chokes. Paul does the same thing while keeping the stick up Jamal's ass and both men are going in and out, in and out of the boy's mouth as they fuck them both. The then take their dick out and move to the back, where they insert their dicks there into the boys again. They fuck the boys like they were riding a horse in a race. In and out, in and out, Luther shoots his load from the intensity. The men switch boys and play with their nipples. Within moments, they both blow their load inside the boys at the same time. Cleaning themselves up, they leave the boys there in the room and shut the door tight. Then that weird smelling gas comes out again and they pass out.

Jamal wakes up under a tree in a yard. He gets up with all his clothes on him. In utter shock, he feels for his back and feels nothing but smooth skin. He checks his watch, seeing its 11:30pm. Seeing Luther on the ground next to him, he wakes him up.

"Luther, Luther wake up man. Luther?"

"Jamal?"

"Man, you ok?"

"What just happened?"

"I don't know, but we better call the cops."

As they leave the yard for the nearest police station, they notice two jansport book bags near the gate with a note. It reads:

'To Jamal King and Luther Jones. We will know that you've been telling people and those who know, even your family, will die along with you.'

They drop the note and inside the bags they find $1,000,000.

"Oh fuck!"

"Man, now our moms will stop their bitchin on how poor we are."

"But this is just to shut us up."

"I know but look at it."

"Let's just get out of here."

The End

Summer

As hot as it was in New York City, the heat still didn't slow me and other black kids around my area down. I went for a ride in Prospect Park with my bike, wearing nothing but shorts. As I came around terrace bridge, I see no one around me so I decide to take a rest and wade my feet in the water.

"Yo Howard."

Looking behind me I see my friend Jonathan. He 14, same age as me, black like me but a little more light brown, and was just wearing shorts and sneakers, no socks.

"Whatssup Jonny."

"Just chillin?"

"Yup, its hot as fuck out here."

"Wanna head back to my place? I got a new game for the PS2."

"Aight."

"You aint wearing any shoes?"

"Hell no, its hot."

"Ha!"

We headed to his house a few blocks away. It was 12:30 and no one was home. It was a apartment building on the 4th floor. It was a nice place. We headed to his room in the back and I sat on his bed while he kicked off his shoes and looked for this game.

"Here it is. Dynasty warriors."

"How much you payed for that?"

"$20"

"Damn man, gamestop sells that for $50."

We played for a while, and then he wanted to play another game.

"Wanna play truth or dare?"

"Aight."

"I do first. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to yell out the window 'CRIPS SUCKS'."

"Yo, this is bloods turf."

"Do it. No one gonna know."

I yelled out the window like he said, without any problems. Then it was my turn.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Is it true you a cocksucker?"

"Fuck no! truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Is it true you like it in the butt?"

"Hell no! truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to show your dick."

"Son…"

"You aint pussy aint ya?"

He pulled down his shorts and underwear, revealing a soft 5" [12½ cm] dick. In 3 seconds, he pulled it back up.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"You ticklish?"

"No."

"Really?"

He tackled me to the bed and started poking my ribs.

"Ahhhhhhh….stop!"

"Ticklish boy?"

He continued his assault on my ribs, pits and sides. Then he came up with another game.

"Lets see who could stand being tickled the longest."

"Ok."

Jon got some handcuffs from his moms room, since she a cop in downtown Brooklyn. He wrapped my hands and feet with his socks and then cuffed my hands and feet to each bedpost, having me in a spread eagle position. My feet went through the footboard.

"I do this for an hour. Start begging or anything and I have you here al long as I want."

"Aight."

He started on my feet, playing with my toes. Soon, I discovered he had a foot fetish, as he sucked and licked my toes, causing me to squirm as it slightly tickled. Then he took one big lick up my right sole from the heel to the toes. I started bucking and giggling.

"Tickles huh boy?"

He then used both hands of his on both my feet. Soon, I could do nothing but laugh and wiggle my toes. He ended this by taking shoelace and tying my toes to the footboard. Then he got two forks from the kitchen and baby oil from the bathroom. He lubed my feet up and uses both forks on my feet. This made me get a hard-on.

"Ahhhh ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!"

"Like this huh?"

After 15 minutes of torture on my feet, my dick was swelling up. He notices the tent forming, got some scissors and cut my shorts off.

"Damn, that's big son."

"He got a ruler and measured it. 8.2 [20.8 cm] max."

"We gonna let that hang free for a while. If you shoot, I keep you here."

Jon started playing with and twisted my nipples. I have a pretty good bod. Tight pecs and broad chest, and he was lovin it. He even licked my nips and bit them, but that didn't stop the tickle torture. He then went to my pits, launching an attack of no mercy. Running down my pits to my sides and over my stomach was unbearable but was fun, to him though. I bucked. I laughed. I screamed till I was hoarse. He got me a glass of water. Looking at the clock, it was 1:30. He moved to my dick.

"Now for some real fun."

He stroked it and tapped my balls. I flinched and pulled on my bound hands. He then started licking my dick and sucking the head. It felt so good how he was doing it. I was in a trance when he then squeezed my balls. He then came back to sucking and teasing my nips while lightly tickling my pits. I giggled and moaned but my cock was throbbing and pre-cum was dripping out. He got off me and stripped naked, revealing a 7.5" [19 cm] dick.

Finally, I was uncuffed and we fondled each other. As he felt up on my but, I was feeling up on his dick. I got down and sucked his 14 year old meat. He moaned and played with his nipples while I sucked away and fondle his balls. We got back on the bed, facing each other and played with each others left foot, while our rights rubbed our dicks. I lightly tickled that foot and was thinking of a way to get back at him. Before I knew it, we were 69ing. He sucked my dick ever so good it even hurt and tickled at the same time. Then he stopped and got up.

"Hold on."

"What?"

Jon got a condom and lubed up his dick. I laid back down on my back and lifted my legs up while he lubed up my ass and then he was fucking me. First, he started slow, as his entry was painful for me.

Then he went wild, fucking me like crazy. I squeezed his nipples and poked his bellybutton and he fucked me until he came. He came on my stomach at the same time as me. He licked it all up and we kissed, sharing my seed in each others mouth. We then laid on our backs on the bed side by side. It was 3:00.

"Man Howe."

"That was great Jon."

"You won't tell anyone right?"

"If someone knew, it will damage both our reps."

"Aight."

"We can do this again some other time?"

"Sure, at your place?"

"Yeah."

We cleaned up in his shower. He got me some jeans and I rode home, plotting my revenge for tickling me.

The End