White College Basketball Players Get Their Due

For the next few moments the black basketball team members just stood and stared at their now hapless victim. Pat just stared straight ahead into space, trying to remove himself from the situation if only for the moment by shear mental numbness, if he did not have the power to be physically removed. His heart shaped boyish face, quivering chin, large blue eyes, topped a tall, fairly smooth, long young and nearly naked frame. His white skin, flat stomach and chest, only provided a slight contrast from the light color of the fabric of his cotton jock. His hips were reasonably wide and high, allowing the most personal areas of the man’s body to become only that much more obvious. His thighs were well built, if not overly muscular. This, however, only provided the stark contrast with the rather small pouch produced by his rather under sized genital organs. Normally he would appear manly enough. In the present situation, however, the effect was to completely emasculate him. He almost looked like a woman. The black guys got hard at the sight. The rape of Pat MacDonald was proceeding first in its visual stage.

“All right, girl, now, pull down your panties for me!” The locker room rang out with horse laughter from the rest of the team. Why hadn’t they thought of saying that before? Why bother with hiding what was really going on? For just a second, Pat blushed in anger and embarrassment. Under any other circumstances he would have pummeled anyone who talked like that to him. This time, though, he was simply too humiliated. What was the use? He simply pulled on the fabric of his last remaining garment, save his socks, and pulled the tight piece of fabric down over his body. It made a snapping sound around his ankles. He awkwardly stepped out of it, and handed the jock over with one hand, while covering his jewels with the other. “Ha ha, girly, believe me, you ain’t got nothing there worth hiding!!” There was more laughter at this. Pat finally broke down completely at this, and crouched with his knees together and both hands over his privates and his head down, sobbing. He was a completely broken man now. His tormentors now knew they could really have their way with him. “Now, goldy locks over there! Stand up, Marilyn Monroe! Right now, you sexy babe! We’re gonna have a fun time together sweaty!” Mike was thus summoned to his feet, and two of the black guys “helped” him take off his shirt. Despite his beating and broken nose he still had those tanned blond good looks. His large dick dangled between his tightly muscled thighs, but earned him no more honorable treatment than his now sobbing friend and teammate idol. He, too crouched, covering his larger cock. The effect, however only served to make him look more vulnerable and a better prize than before. “You liked having your dick sucked, babe, now, how about having your ass fucked.” Mike blushed. Please, not that he begged. “Guys..we learned our lesson, please, please! No not that!” “Please, please, please, yeah, that’s what you’re gonna do! Please me!” More laughter rang out.

Finally the two young white college basketball players were summoned, nude, to “assume the position!” Pat stepped over the bench that was nailed to the floor in front of his ankles, and Mike walked around it. Then the two turned around, (great butt shot!), and knelt down, placing their elbows on the bench, facing the wall and the lockers that were formally behind them. They were both on their knees, with the bench supporting their elbows. This allowed their heads to be at least slightly above their hips, and of course, their butts. From the point of view of the black guys, though, the sight was irresistible. Even more, some of them, already hard, were not sure how long they could “hold out” as it were before shooting their loads. This was a matter of contention, as they decided who, or which two, would go first. It was decided, of course, that the big black guy, who initiated the confrontation, deserved this honor, and, since he was fouled by Pat MacDonald, would get the honor of impaling him first. As for Mike Scherner, it was decided that one of the other players, who was already oozing cum, would get his action first.

Mike’s firm, white and well muscled bottom, made a perfect target. Mike’s back was tanned, as were his thighs. But that gorgeous butt was white, as if nature was intentionally illuminating the target. Mike’s “lover” pulled down his shorts, revealing a rock hard big bad piece of massive black man meat. At its dark brown tip, a bit of cum juice was already lubricating the tip, good news for Mike, because his tight posterior would have much to absorb. Mike quickly tried to breathe in and out heavily, an amusing sight, attempting to relax his bottom, lest he be torn asunder. He hadn’t much to worry about, though, because the leader, before assaulting Pat, found an open jar of Vaseline in the locker room, and handed it over to his friend, “use this.” “Why!?” “Consideration, I don’t want you doing too much damage before your teammates have their turn.” So Mike’s “lover” first caressed Mike’s ass, filling his butt crack with the jelly. It also gave him more of a chance to feel over those beautiful firm buns, and to spread them and examine inside. Oh, what a view! Mike just draped his entire upper body over the bench, hoping to at least hide his face, in utter humiliation. Then the black man lubed his own penis, on the verge of exploding. He now quickly got down to business, and lowered himself to the white boy’s anus. His lubed penis inserted quickly, and he felt the firm tight and warm hole around his cock. It slid in deep, feeling the slight pressure of Mike’s now tightening anus around it. Further and further, until the two found their balls in contact. Mike did have large balls for a white college kid. Mike winced in pain, at first, at the penetration. But, soon, he was loosening up, and the cock was sliding well inside. Then, the black man pulled back; Mike moaned. His hole tightened a little. It started to hurt more, but, then, the process was repeated and the black ballplayer rammed home again. The lubricant on both he and Mike did much to facilitate this. Gradually, Mike’s ass became looser. Involuntarily, Mike actually started to moan, actually experiencing pleasure at what was happening to him. “Ahhh…ohh…ahhh….yeah.” He continued softly to himself. The black man didn’t even seem to notice, as he was moaning much louder, and was overcome with passion. Eventually the ramming of Mike got louder and louder, as did the moaning. Faster and faster. And, soon, ejaculation occurred, and the black man pulled out, with a massive gob of his juice flowing out of the white dude’s asshole. He didn’t get much time to reflect, though, because soon another of his teammates pushed him aside, and promptly proceeded to enjoy Mike’s bottom, until he, too, was wasted through the natural process of orgasm. Mike’s ass was really getting loose. And his anus was starting to get filled with cum. Mike just lay there, quietly moaning. There was no point in being humiliated. He knew he had been totally defeated as a man. He may as well consider himself a woman to these guys. What worried him, though, was gradually the constant thrusting up his butt was loosening his bowels. Even women are not subjected to that humiliation. Please, he thought, I don’t want to pass a turd.

This was, however, nothing compared to the fate that was to fall to Pat. As the one who began the unsportsmanlike behavior that led to the inner city team’s loss he would suffer the worst revenge. On his knees, elbows on the bench, his long legs, ample thighs, and full hips, all combined to make his backside a most delectable target. First, the big black dude who was fouled approached from behind, naked below his waist, with a massive erection, at least eight inches long, pointed outward and upward like an African Zulu’s spear, ready to penetrate its victim. At the insistence of his teammates, Pat was to be lubed. But, as if to add to his victim’s humiliation, he made Pat do the job himself. “Hey, bitch, grease your asshole!” Pat, by now with tears rolling down his cheeks, lifted his upper body off the bench, and turned around, thrusting his weight on one knee. He took the jar, which was nearly thrown at him, and, kneeling on one knee, rotated his hips, and used his right hand to pull his right buttock aside while he lubed with his left hand at the now exposed area around his anus. He had some dark brown hair, more than his friend Mike, but the opening revealed a little of the “doughnut” of his anal cavity. Pat filled the area well with the lube, knowing it would help reduce any damage that he knew full well was meant for him. “Now, you fucking bitch, back down, over the bench, head down, ass up, legs open!! No, bitch, further foreword! More, you little cunt!!” The other black dudes nodded their approval. Pat’s assailant, instead of manipulating his victim with his own hands, dictated his orders, forcing Pat into the most obscene position over the bench he could think of. Pat’s head, practically touching the floor, his knees bent and apart, over the secure bench, which, if you recall, was bolted to the floor, lest it would have toppled over at this. By now Pat was crying profusely. “Now, asshole, open your pretty white cheeks. Spread ‘em!! Wide!!” The victim obeyed, now his greased anus was fully exposed in the locker room. Pat had some bit of matted hair on either side, inside the buttocks, which were now fully open, but the cavity was exposed like a little pink hole. In the very center of the doughnut like hole was a dark slit. At the sides some pimply hemorrhoids could be made out. Pat was made to maintain this position while his attacker prepared one massive thrust.

Then it came. The large, tall, well-muscled black college basketball player threw the whole weight of his lower body, while balancing on top of Pat’s back with his one hand, and guiding his over eight inch “weapon” with the other. In addition, he utilized his powerful leg and buttock muscles-well developed from making many a jump shot-onto his small, tight, and sensitive target. SMASH!!! A piercing, high-pitched scream was let out, which did not even seem to be coming from a male. If one did not see what was happening, one would assume a young girl was doing the screaming, not a young, strong, male, college athlete. If the sound was produced by the intensity of the pain, or, had Pat lost any of the emotions and feeling of a man in his utterly defeated state, I can’t say. But the whimpering and crying that followed was too pathetic for me to easily put into words. In and out, Pat was penetrated fully. The lube only contributing partial protection to his anus. The onlookers looked on, not in delight, as would be expected, but in amazement that one man could be so completely destroyed in spirit as this. Surely, they thought, he must have been a fag, after all. No man would submit to this. The black man then increased his assault in speed. His muscled flexed as he pounded his screaming and crying victim. Then, in a final insult, he reached foreword, and grabbed Pat’s hair, and, pulling hard, forced Pat’s head back up and back. Squeezing the hair in a death grip, which came close to breaking his victim’s neck, he demanded, “now, you little cunt, tell me, tell me, say how much you respect and admire me!” With tears flowing, Pat did just that. He had to continue this for his subsequent assailants, for his first shot a huge load fairly soon after seeing, and hearing, the white boy’s pleas of complete and utter submission. The subsequent thrusts were not as painful, though, as the first. Pat’s anus was starting to loosen despite the punishment, and the repeated gobs of black man juice were soon filling his hole, and dripping down his balls onto the floor. By the time the last player had his turn, a turd was sliding out that loose hole. “Ah, shit! That’s disgusting! Look at what you mother fuckers did!” The other team mates laughed. Moving over to Mike would not solve the problem either, for while Pat was being savagely fucked, he, too, passed that turd he was worrying about. If it was out of anal penetration or fear, or both, I don’t know. But both the white athletes were soon covered in sweat, crying, and dripping cum, shit, spit, and piss. 

Since by now all the black guys had shot their loads they had to think up something else. They all put their basketball shorts back on, took the whites’ money, watches and valuables. As for the clothes, they took these, which included two pairs of Dockers slacks, as well as two preppy sweaters, one Cashmere, the other white cotton fleece, and used them to clean off their sweaty bodies, even their penises, which were covered in cum and shit. Then they wiped these garments on their owner’s asses as an additional insult. All the while Pat and Mike merely lay there, naked, and draped over the bench in a most obscene position. Finally one of the black guys found some duct tape in the locker room, and made good use of it, and tied up both of the white boys. They were tied, still naked, still draped over the bench, but with their bodies over the bench, and their wrists taped together under the bench, crossed below their knees. Finally, their ankles were secured together. If the reader wishes to pause for a moment and try to imagine the resultant position, and how exposed a person would be in it, feel free. Pat and Mike were too broken to resist, though. They just lay there quietly sobbing. Then the black guys put socks in the white boys’ mouths, and bound these, too, with the tape. After it was all over, they left. “Hey, we’ve been here too long. We better get to our bus!”

“Were have you guys been!” The black team’s coach asked then as they filed onto the bus on the way home. “Hey, if you don’t mind my saying, you smell. Didn’t they let you use the showers? Too bad. Hey, sorry about the loss, guys. Better luck next year.” Then the bus drove away.

The next day the janitor, and old man in his sixties, who the college athletes always enjoyed teasing and playing practical jokes on, entered the locker room, only two find the two, bound and nude, ball players, asses high and wide open, draped over the bench. “Holy jeeze!! What’s this? Another wild team initiation?” “MMMMM!!!” Was Pat and Mike’s reply. “What’s that?” “MMMMMMMMM!!!!” The two boys attempted with duct taped mouths. “Well, you had quite a party, didn’t you? Any girls? Any Polaroid’s?” Then, the old man had a thought. “Well, I have a camera. I guess I’ll have to take the pictures. Now, smile, boys.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!”