Angry Black Panthers Raid University Lacrosse Team

“Not you, honey buns!” Abdule grabbed Pat by his arm, as the later tried to join the others, and kept him behind, with most of the African Americans in the house. A few of the gun toting Angry Black Panthers followed the bare assed lacrosse team up the steps, enjoying the view, of course, and then ordered them into a closet, and threatened them with death if they said anything. They jammed into the closet, and remained silent through it all, except several who were sniffling, and were starting to cry. “Love those buns!” One Panther said, as he smacked the bubbly rear of the last player, a well built blond by name of Eric. Eric jumped at the slap, but proceeded, silently, into the closet, a slight red mark showing on his bare white bottom just before the door closed.

Alone, naked, with none of his friends with him, and surrounded by the men and women of the Angry Black Panthers, Pat pleaded for mercy. “Shut up! And stop that crying, you little bitch!” Sobbing, Pat responded. “Sir, yes sir! Anything you say, sir!” “Put up you fucking hands, high, you got nothing worth hiding!” Pat did so. Whether the interrogator could see through Pat’s hands, or had caught a glimpse before, I don’t know. But, he was right. Pat had a small bush of red pubic hair, and a tiny, pathetic looking prick, that could barely be seen through that red bush. Several of the onlookers laughed. “How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?” “Almost twenty, sir.” Pat responded in a trembling voice, still careful to keep his hands raised. This only made the surrounding group laugh all the louder. Truth is, only Pat’s height really made him formidable. From head to toe he simply looked like a wimpy teenaged red head. With his hands raised, and his little prick and bush, he almost looked like a woman. Several of the Panther men felt their dicks getting hard. Abdule moved around Pat to the back. Pat followed him with his eyes, and started to turn slowly, wondering what he was doing. “Stay still, asshole! I didn’t tell you to fucking move, did I?” Pat, surprised, snapped foreword again, his rear to Abdule, and his arms now stretched above his head, almost as far as he could reach. “Yes, sir! I mean, uhh no sir! I, uhh, sir, you know sir, sir, whatever, please sir!” “Shut the fuck up asshole!” “Yes, thank you, sir!” Pat was desperate to please, and the process was noticed by the other Angry Black Panthers. They were getting a lesson on how they should proceed to interview snotty white boys. The women smiled and licked their lips. The men looked at each other and nodded. Their respect for Abdule was growing. It was amazing at how good he was at handling this tall young white boy.

Abdule could now proceed. As Pat was several inches taller than he, and his back was to Abdule, this gave him a perfect view of the young white dude’s bare buttocks. They were perfectly smooth and wonderfully sculpted. Pat’s pelvis tilted slightly foreword, and his cheeks thus protruded slightly, and were well shaped and slightly separated, even when Pat was standing straight. The crack was well defined. Abdule greatly admired that butt, and put his hand on it to caress it. Nice feel. Firm. Pat just stood there in mortal terror. Abdule then, commanded, “spread your legs, keep your hands high!” Pat complied. Then Abdule squeezed Pat’s buttocks-one in each of his hands-and pulled them wide apart. “Okay. Just making sure you are not hiding anything. Bend over a little. I want to see your anus!” Pat complied, and Abdule opened those buttocks wide enough and at the right angle to examine the little pink hole of Pat’s anus. Pat was being given a full body search. Then he was questioned.

Still, Pat did not give up any names! In the end, Pat was sent upstairs to the closet, and other team members were summoned down. They were, one by one, given a full body search, like Pat was, and were then questioned. Although some cried, and all pleaded, no one would name any of their teammates who were implicated in the rape of the young black woman. Then the last two were summoned-Eric and Joe-a blond and a brunette to be searched and questioned. This is where this story gets really interesting…….

To Be Continued…..
Angry Black Panthers Raid University Lacrosse Team-Part Two

Contributed by: johnyboy
Down the steps, in mortal terror, walked Eric and Joe. Joe in particular worried about the possibility of Eric giving him up in the incident of the taunting of the African American woman at the party. But Eric never said anything. The two young men proceeded, nude, down the steps, hands over privates, and into the middle of the living room of the house, to be interrogated by Abdule and the rest of the Angry Black Panthers. Meanwhile the rest of the team was kept confined, upstairs, in a bedroom closet, under armed guard by several Panthers outside, and likewise, stripped of their clothes.

Eric and Joe proceeded, to be searched by Abdule. Eric and blond, and Joe a brunette, with one of those tiny beards. They both were ordered to raise their arms, when suddenly, and surprisingly, Eric spoke up. “No, sir, I am not doing this! You have girls here, sir! You had no right to make all of us take off everything, even our underwear, and then to have us all body searched with all of you looking on! We demand to be treated with dignity!” Joe was horrified, he whispered, “damnit, Eric, do you want to get killed?” Abdule approached Eric closely, and got within an inch of his nose. He looked long into Eric’s eyes. “Listen here, white boy. I admire and respect your courage. But either you, or some of your buddies humiliated a woman. I am going to find out the truth. And if I have to humiliate you arrogant punks, then, I will. Now, I will say it again, you goddamned son of a bitch. Raise your fucking arms, and show us all your body! That means under your cock, and between your ass cheeks. We want to see everything. Now, do it or I will put a bullet through both your heads! Now!” Joe then repeated, “fuck Eric! Do what he says!”

With that Abdule enjoyed the pleasure of giving young Joe and Eric full body searches. The other men, and especially women, who were there enjoyed the sight immensely and with whistles and blown kisses made this obvious. Eric’s defiance only made the onlookers enjoy the humiliation that much more, and become that much more obvious in how much they enjoyed it. And, after all, both of the young white lacrosse players were well built, and as I said before, blond Eric had such a smooth bubbly ass. Could you blame the onlookers?

Abdule, though, wasn’t finished with the search of the two boys. “Now, people, I will show you how you can most effectively break the spirit of young white arrogant punks like these. Go into the kitchen, someone, and get me a can of Crisco!” The crowd cheered at this, and two of the members promptly retrieved such a can from the kitchen. “Here you go, boss.” They handed it to Abdule. The two white boys, hands back down over their private parts, looked at each other in horror. “It was him! He did it! The other two, Tom and Randy left and haven’t returned, but Joe here was one of the ones who raped that girl!” Thus Eric gave Joe up. But Abdule didn’t care at this point. And neither did the Angry Black Panthers. They wanted revenge on all the team. At this point they decided that they were all snot nosed arrogant little cowards. Eric’s pleas were to no avail.

“Both of you, on your knees!” The crowd cheered. Eric and Joe, naked, lowered themselves down on their knees, then leaned foreword on their hands, thus making their butts a little more exposed. “Leroy, would you kindly assist me?” “With pleasure, boss!” Abdule and Leroy thus worked together, to the hoots of the men and women in the crowd, and applied generous amounts of grease to the asses of both the lacrosse dudes who were on their hands and knees.

Then Abdule, who had been a little offended by Eric’s earlier defiance, decided to choose him. “Ladies and gentlemen, you will see how I will impale the beautiful butt of this blond white boy. Oh, how smooth and white it is! Delectable!” The truth is that Eric’s butt was smooth and white, except for a slight and fading red mark made on it earlier when an Angry Black Panther initially smacked that bottom. Then Abdule proceeded to unzip his pants, and losen them. He pulled down his own underwear, and his huge nine inch black cock sprang out, as though it was being held back just for this moment. Eric turned his head around momentarily, and his eyes widened in horror as he viewed that massive organ. “No, no, please, sir, no sir!” His pleas were useless of course, and his only hope was the generous amount of grease smeared over his tiny pink hole and the surrounding cavity. “Now, relax, ‘girl’ and let me press my cock in…” Abdule pushed and pushed, and his organ pressed against Eric’s anus, which Eric was trying to open up but which only seemed to want to shut. Eric started to wince in pain and close his eyes.

Abdule positioned his hands around Eric’s hips, then he worked to open Eric’s buttocks further, trying to get things to open up. He pushed and pushed his huge black phallus on top of the tiny greased hole. Slowly, it seemed as though some penetration was being made, if only the tip of the penis. “I will now continue the pressure folks. Breath deeply, bitch!” Eric did so, and, at the orders of Abdule, pushed outward, as though he was trying to take a shit. The Angry Black Panther men were all getting hard at this. Eric was struggling. They were all being given a lesson on anal sex. Joe, still on his knees looked on, then at big fat Leroy, who was likewise removing his pants. He knew that Joe’s hole was for him. The crowd loved the instructions. It was amazing to see these boys be degraded like this.

To the surprise of the crowd, Abdule’s massive cock was making headway. Eric let out a loud moan. Then he moaned again. You couldn’t tell if it was a moan of pleasure or pain-or both. But it was loud enough that even the people upstairs could hear it. Some of the Black Panthers upstairs looked downstairs at all the commotion. “Hey, guys, Abdule and Leroy are fucking the two white boys. They almost look like they are enjoying it, too!” “Cool. Yeah. Which of these do you think we will get?” They then speculated on which of their naked and helpless victims in the closet would be subjected to whose cocks in their asses.

It seemed a physical impossibility. But by some miracle, or by the power of Crisco, Eric’s ass actually absorbed all nine inches of Abdule’s penis. Eric’s face was red, and he was breathing hard, but he did do it. And his moaning was as loud as a scream. “Now, I will pump my cock in and out of this ass!” Abdule gently slid back and then pushed foreword again. “Uhhh, uhhh, oh, yeah, uhh, yeah, oh yeah, ahhh, yes!” It actually seemed as though Eric was enjoying the fuck! Why not? There was no point in defiance. He had been effectively broken as a man. The crowd nodded in admiration.

Big fat Leroy also observed this as he looked down on the bare back of Joe, which tapered to a firm waistline, and then a slight widening to show the outline of full hips. He was more tanned and a little hairier than his friend, but not so that he would appear at all unattractive. Quite the opposite! His back was smooth, and he had just a little chest hair, which of course was not visible in the position he was lying in. Below his waist, his buttocks were a shade lighter than his back. They were not nearly as white as Eric’s, but were fair nonetheless. On his knees, and now his elbows, the position allowed those buttocks to be spread slightly, providing a view of the hairy crack in between. Below that, if one looked, were Joe’s larger than average balls and dick. Joe’s legs had a reasonable amount of hair. All in all, Joe prostrate and nude was a sight to behold. When Leroy removed his pants, his penis needed no encouragement to get hard. He saw the hair inside the cavity of Joe’s ass, much of it matted down by the Crisco treatment, and he knew that this was going to be the most enjoyable sex he had ever experienced. Leroy got big and hard by now. He knew what to do. He had studied Abdule’s performance very well.

One thing that Leroy did differently from Abdule, however. “I want this white dude to suck my cock!” So, without much hesitation, Joe sat his bare butt down on his feet, and opened his mouth, to accept that large black cock of Leroy’s. It was a tight fit, a classic case of “biting off more than you can chew”. But Joe swallowed that cock, which pushed all the way to the back of Joe’s mouth, and part way down his throat, making the white dude gag. “Now don’t go spitting up on my dick! You swallow all that cock!” Joe only grunted. How does a person talk with eight inches of fat cock in their mouth? “Now, suck on it!” Soon Leroy was moaning with real pleasure. Oh, yeah! What a mouth that dude had! What a cock sucker! Then, finally, Leroy pulled out, leaving Joe wondering why. After all, he thought, hadn’t he sucked that cock well enough?

“Now, move your pretty ass around!” Leroy had Joe rotate around, lower his upper body again, then present his firm, round, and hairy butt to Leroy. Leroy, his cock rock hard, pressed home on the now greased anus of Joe. In all eight inches went, all the way. This was terrific. Now, it was Joe who was doing most of the moaning. Joe’s colon was filled to capacity with Leroy’s cock, and it actually started to feel good. Clearly Joe, like Eric, was broken as a man. Abdule and Leroy had demonstrated to the Angry Black Panthers, the proper method of sodomizing young white arrogant punks.

Finally the two were pulled to their feet. They stood there, naked, with sullen expressions on their faces. The group surrounding them were amazed. There was no resistance to be seen. It was beautiful! Then the two were told to put there hands behind their backs. “Tie them up!” So several Panther men and women found some rope from one of their cars outside, and tied up the two nude young lacrosse dudes. Then they were marched to the kitchen, made to lie on the floor, and, as a final degradation, were tied together, facing one another! In this position even there dicks were in contact. “There, girls, now you can be lovers! I always said these lacrosse dudes were fags! This proves it!” To tell you the truth, Joe and Eric did start getting hard from being in such close contact. There may have been something there.

This process was repeated again and again. Two by two nude lacrosse dudes were summoned from the closet, where Angry Black Panthers got to sodomize them, sometimes having oral sex as well, sometimes going to anal only. They al however, lost their anal virginity to at least one of the Panthers, sometimes more than one, as there were more Panthers than lacrosse players. The girls also got into the act. Sometimes they would just fondle one of the players, but in some cases they would actually penetrate a player digitally. That was real fun to the girls, but not so much for the guys. I think at least one of the girls lost a fake fingernail. Ah, where to look for it? Then, two by two, the boys were tied up together, usually in sexually degrading positions, in the kitchen. When it was all over, Abdule and his crew went to the kitchen, and had themselves some sandwiches, and beer, having a great deal of difficulty avoiding the doven or so nude bound dudes lying on the floor. These dudes were already covered with urine and semen, now an occasional beer spilled on them as well. The Panthers went out to the dining room, and left their garbage all over the house. It was a fun night for the Panthers.

In the end the Panthers left the house. You could say they ended up having the fun sex party, not the lacrosse dudes. As they were driving away, Randy and Tom drove up, not realizing what had happened. “Hey, guys! Where are all of you going? Why don’t you bring us along?” Tom and Randy in the dark, thought they were talking to their fellow teammates. “Hey guys, if you are going out for some hot sex, take us, too!” Abdule looked around from the back seat of his car. He rolled down the window after telling his driver to stop. “Okay, hop in!” The three cars stopped. Randy hopped into one, Tom into another. And off they drove. About a block down the street, Randy and Tom both realized their mistake.

Well, maybe it wasn’t a mistake. They did after all want a night with lots of sex, right? Well, that night they had plenty of sex. The reader can only imagine!