Gang Force Part 1

Author’s Note
Some of you will remember Steve from ‘JailForce’. As that story concluded, Steve found himself grabbed off a dark street. And now for the new story, Steve Meets the Gang. (Another title could have been, The Gang Meats Steve........)

Mario and Jose had been asked by their incarcerated brother, Bruno, to deal with Steve. Mario had gotten his small gang together. They had driven towards the jail to find out what they could about Steve. The Latino gang had connections, one of their connections was Officer Ortez.

Mario didn’t have to talk to Ortez to learn about Steve. Bruno had described the brown haired white boy well. Mario observed the slim, 5 foot 10 youth leaving the jail.

A van followed Steve unobserved for a short way. As Steve entered a darker street, he had been rushed, and forced into the van. Steve now lay in the floor, his mouth and eyes covered with duct tape. His hands and feet were bound with the same gray tape.

Loud Latino music was the only thing Steve heard. He felt bumps, potholes, and rail road tracks, but had no idea where he was being taken, or why.

The ‘why’ was simple. Steve’s big mouth had pissed off the wrong man, Steve had angered Bruno Rivera. He had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.

Bruno’s two brothers and three of their friends would extract Bruno’s revenge.

Mario looked at the skinny white boy in the floor. He spit on him, and said, “Puta!” Steve heard that and laughter. Steve also felt the wad of spit that hit his face. Steve was pissed, he begin to struggle again, someone would pay for that!

As the van pulled into the driveway of a very seedy house, Steve had no idea, that the only person paying would be him. Steve waited, he would show the slime that grabbed him who was who!

The house was an old shack used by Mario’s gang as a hang out. It had electricity and water. The long busted out windows were covered in plywood. The few neighbors would hear nothing, they knew better.

Steve needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, he needed to be taught a lesson. He was very quick to judge others, to use offending words. Steve needed to learn to respect others. Mario was going to attempt to make Steve very sorry.

Steve couldn’t even yell as he was half carried, half drug from the van to the house. The two Latino’s that carried him down a flight of stairs to a small basement purposely let Steve’s body collide with the steps and walls.

Every bump pissed Steve off more and more, he heard laughs and got even angrier. If Steve would have been a reasonable person, he would have been trying to count the different laughs, instead he let anger control his thoughts.

Steve was thrown onto a hard floor, the tape covering his eyes was ripped off, pulling some eyebrow hair out. Next, the tape was pulled off his lips.

Steve looked around, and begin to yell, “You fucking stupid spics! Which one of you nasty mother fuckers spit on me? Let me go, you stupid bastards! I’m gonna fuck you all up!”

Mario stared at the white boy in amazement! Mario begin to laugh, the other four followed suit.

Mario had to laugh, the white boy was stupid! Mario only stood about 5 foot 8, but his build was powerful. Muscle stretched the black t shirt he wore, even the loose dockers could not hide the thick cords of muscle this 20 year old processed. Mario did not have Bruno’s looks, but he had a very well constructed body. He was attractive in a rough, masculine way, his nose had been broken a few too many times, his face was slightly too sharp. But his body! Work outs and street fights had honed Mario’s body into a fearful thing. However, like his brother, the most fearful thing about Mario was his cock. While his face was not as handsome as his older brother, his cock was even more impressive.

Jose was the family charmer, and he was the youngest. He was slim, trim, and had a way of making people look at him more then once. His growing dick was already huge, and he loved to use it. When he smiled, his eyes lit up and sparkled.

There were three more in the small gang. Like Mario and Jose, they were a mix of Mexican Italians. They stuck together closely, the five young men watched each others backs. They were like family to one another. None of them fit in with the pure Mexicans, or the 100 % Italians, but they fit in with each other just fine. Their ages ranged from 17 to 21. They were all between 5 foot 6 to the tallest at 5 foot 11. They ranged from the very slim Jose to the well built Mario.

Mario was their leader, he was not quite the oldest, but because of the respect his brother, Bruno commanded, he was the leader. Mario was also the most powerful fighter. No one went against Mario Rivera without backup. Mario was a kick ass street fighter.

As Mario’s laugh surrounded Steve, Mario also judged Steve. Steve was the one who had stood on the outside of jail house bars and called his brother a faggot. Steve had insulted Mario’s older brother, and the Rivera name.

Mario figured Steve didn’t understand what happened when men were locked up. A rich white boy like Steve would not spend a lot of time behind bars. Mario had hit juvie at an early age. He understood that kind of life.

Men have needs, on the outside, men have choices. On the inside, they don’t. It’s fuck or get fucked. Suck dick or get sucked. Did the white boy think his brother had a woman in the jail tank? Stupido!

Mario also knew his brother leaned more towards pretty boys then women. Big deal! His brother was a real man, not someone this white boy could call a faggot! The white boy would learn all about what a faggot really was!

Mario glanced at his baby brother. Jose was not the type of boy to spend time in jail. Mario was very proud of his all his family, but Jose was the baby, the entire family’s favorite! Jose had been kept away from juvenile halls, he was too handsome, to fine to experience that life style.

The Rivera family had an Italian mother, they had a Mexican father. The parents had produced seven children, Jose was the last. He had the best of all the latin looks the family’s genes could provide. Mario did not consider his baby brother as a true male beauty, but indeed, Jose was.

Jose had perfect teeth, they flashed white when he grinned, Jose had wonderful, thick, curly black hair. His eyes were a sparkling, sensuous Latin brown. His short, thin body made women and even men look. His skin color stayed tan year around, no pimples blemished him. And best of all, he had the Rivera package, the big, thick cock that no clothing could hid.

Jose’s 12 birthday had been a stag party. Two whores had been purchased for his enjoyment. He had fucked them 3 times a piece before the part was over. The Rivera men had been proud of Jose.

As far as Mario knew, his baby brother had never fucked a male. Mario was very protective of Jose, they talked over many things. It was time that Jose fucked male ass. All men needed to know the way to do the most harm to another male.

Mario decided, then, Jose would be the first. In the gang ritual, Mario was the rightful one to commit this act. This was more then their small gang, this white boy had called Bruno a faggot. Jose would be the first one to make this white boy hate his very words.

All of this ran through Mario’s mind as he laughed at the stupid white boy they had kidnapped.

Poor Steve, had no idea.

Mario ignored the snarling white boy, “Jose.” he said. “This thing has called one of out family a faggot.”

Jose’s eyes sparkled, “Bro,” Jose laughed, “Maybe he mistook one of us for his daddy!”

Steve registered the insult in a second, “You fucking queer spic, I’ll fucking kill you!” Steve yelled at Jose.

Jose’s eyes flashed with laughter, the white boy was in their territory, all tied up with duct tape, and still trying to talk shit. Jose’s handsome head shook, “Your crazy, dude!” Jose tilted his head back in wild laughter!

Mario didn’t laugh this time, he looked real serious. He walked up to where Steve laid on the basement floor. He looked at him with the hatred that a Latino has from hearing the word spic to many times. Mario’s voice was low, but carried to everyone. Mario pointed towards Jose. “ That’s my baby brother, do you think he’s a spic?”

Steve couldn’t keep his mouth closed, he yelled, “All of you are fucking wet back spics! You god damn faggots are gonna pay!”

Mario looked down at the skinny white boy, “Wet backs? Spics? White boy, your back’s gonna be wet from Latino cum! Your gonna learn what a faggot is!”

None of the gang knew if laughing was appropriate, they all chose silence. Jose knew his brother well, he knew when Mario was pissed, it was best to just be quiet.

Mario turned to Jose. “You ready, bro?”

Jose said, “For what? Ready for what? Mario, you know I always stand for you!”

Mario once again smiled, he had regained his composure. “Naw, Jose, you don’t have to stand for this! You ready for some white boy ass?”

Jose knew his brother very well, he looked at Mario for a hint. No hint was there, Mario looked dead serious. Jose looked at the other Latino’s, their faces gave away nothing. He looked at the white boy on the floor. There was no way, his big dick couldn’t fit inside that skinny white boy!

Jose liked games, he liked to play. “Okay, sure!” he laughed.

“Good,” Mario said. “You get his cherry ass!”

Jose’s left eyebrow shot up, “For real! Me?” Again, Jose thought about it, he’d heard about what happened when guys are locked up, both of his brothers had bragged about fucking guys. Jose thought about the size of his dick. He looked at his brother and smiled, “Cool, you mean like my dick will fit in him? Do I need a rubber? What do I got to do?” Jose’s young, huge Latino dick was rising just thinking about fucking. Another thought came to Jose, all his friends and Mario would be watching, ‘Cool’, Jose thought, he’d show them he knew how to fuck!

Steve yelled, “You fucking bastards better let me go now!”

Mario pulled out a switchblade and begin to cut Steve’s high priced, preppy clothes away. Steve screamed and cussed the entire time.

Mario cut away at Steve’s shirt at first. As Steve’s skin was revealed, the gang saw the slim but defined chest. Steve’s chest was smooth, creamy skin, with the exception of darker, brown, dime size nipples. His nipple’s had tiny nubs, and were very sexy in the developing teen’s pecs. At his navel, a few short brown hairs formed a treasure trail leading downward to sight yet unseen. His belly was flat and hard, yet no sign of a six pack.

Steve was screaming every foul word he could think of, no one paid attention as they watched Mario’s handiwork. Mario ran the cold blade of the knife over Steve’s nipples, the knife trailed downward, making Steve suck his stomach even flatter.

Mario could have undone Steve’s clothes, he found it more fun to destroy them. Steve didn’t dare move as Mario begin cutting away his pants. Mario sliced them from the sides, waiting until both side seams were destroyed before Mario pulled the ruined pants away.

Steve’s loud mouth was embarrassed into silence. The Latino’s all laughed at the white briefs Steve wore, the briefs had stains which indicated he had been leaking dick lube earlier. Not only that, the briefs were strangely cut, designed to make his package more prominent.

The others in the room wore boxers or maybe at times nothing. They had no need for this type of strange underwear, made to enhance the maleness they covered.

Steve’s face remained red as Mario begin to slice away his briefs. Steve didn’t want to be naked in this basement of spics. No man actually likes to be naked around clothed men, and Steve could not escape it.

The briefs were tight, as Mario cut though them, a thick dark brown bush was exposed first. The briefs continued to fall away, more of Steve came into view.

There’s a theory about the small penis complex. Men with small dicks are said to sometimes try and compensate in other ways. Who knows in Steve’s case? Steve’s dick reached 5 inches hard, it was by most standards at least adequate. It was actually pretty, the slim teen tube fit it’s owner. The shaft met a flared head. In the many females it had coupled with, there wasn’t any complaints, and it was very suckable.It was nothing to be ashamed of, under normal circumstances.

There was nothing normal about the circumstances Steve was in now, though. His clothes had been cut away, he was naked, and exposed to these strangers. Steve felt more than embarrassment, he felt ashamed. He had witness Brian McKee’s jail rapes, every convict there had larger equipment then Steve!

The Latino’s laughed and jeered. Jose walked over in amazement. He openly stared, and then shook his head, laughing louder then the rest.

“Mario! I was bigger then that in diapers! What’s up with him? Where’s his dick?” Jose managed to get out between the bad time he was giving Steve.

Mario laughed, grabbing at his own over packed fly, “Here’s one of his dicks! You got one of them too, little bro!”

Steve’s anger kicked back in, he started talking shit, once again. The basement rocked with laughter.

Jose studied Steve. He smiled, this would be the first guy he ever fucked, a little dick white guy! Jose thought of his big cock, still wondering how it would fit.

As Steve listened to the size of his dick being the discussed, he attempted to shield his privates from the gang's view. This brought even more laughter and jokes. Steve had rolled to his side, moving his dick away from their eyes.

Steve failed to realize that in doing that, he had placed his butt in perfect sight of the group. Jose looked at the slightly older teen's ass. It was compact, smooth, and muscled. There was a mole on one cheek. Jose had never really thought of a guy’s ass, but this was definitely a cute one. As Jose wondered what it would feel like to fuck Steve, his mind flashed to the girls and women he had fucked.

Jose felt the movement of his cock as it begun to bone up. He kept his eyes locked on the first boy butt he was to experience. His dick grew, it reached it’s full size in seconds. The rapid expansion had caused the foreskin to retract, exposing the large head of the thick, 9 ¼ inch rod.

Jose unconsciously wrapped a hand around the tenting in his khaki dockers. He frowned as he felt the tell tale sings of his dick beginning to leak. He hated getting stains on his clothes! Jose unfastened the dockers and carefully removed and folded them.

The front of his blue boxers stuck out from the weight of the prick it contained. Jose removed his shirt, wife beater, socks, and shoes. Now, only his boxers remained. He again, supported the weight of his dick in a hand that could not enclose the size, but offered support.

The color of the boxers contrasted nicely with the boys skin tone. His body was tight, slim built, but it’s strength was noticeable. As he stared at Steve, even more strength emanated from his eyes.

Juan didn’t have any problems with fucking Steve, he didn’t think in terms of gay and straight. In Juan’s mind it was just satisfaction. Juan was excited about this though, many things intrigued him. First of all, he would be doing this as a part of a gang ritual, in simple terms, his friends and brother would witness the act. Then, because Steve was being forced, and raped made it even more interesting. Juan had lots of sex thrown his way, women found the cute Latino sexy, but never had he been a participant in a gang rape. Also, the idea of sticking his big dick in a small ass hole had stayed in his thoughts.

As Mario spoke, Juan turned towards his brother. Mario said, “Show the white boy what’s going up his ass, Juan.”

Juan had no qualms in nudity. He was proud of his body, all of it. He shucked off the boxers and walked inches away from Steve. Steve saw the enormous cock on display in front of him. Steve thought it was bigger then the one he had seen raping McKee in the jail. Steve was incorrect, while close in size, it was slightly shorter, a bit less in diameter. Never the less, it was probably too large for an anal virgin, especially a virgin with no inclinations or desires towards anal sex. Steve was very unhappy for about a hard dick being this closed to him.