Prologue
This is the story of a young straight male who learns the hard way that using a bathroom in a dark basement was a bad idea when he is taken by force at the hands of two muscular black men who use him like a woman.
By Steve Hedges
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It was a long day at work that was finally over. Being the I.T. guy at a small law firm takes its toll on you from time to time, but is the perfect job for a skinny little 24 year old white guy like myself. As elevator approached the ground floor, I couldn't wait to make my way to my car and get home. I turned on the radio as usual to get the latest traffic info, only to learn that an accident on the freeway I take has traffic at a standstill. No problem, just do plan B which I have done many times, driving through the downtown area bypassing the freeway. While driving through the area of downtown known as The Tenderloin, a neighborhood know for it homeless, drug dealers, prostitutes, transsexuals and hard-core gay bars, I suddenly heard and felt the rear tire going flat. SHIT, I thought, I really want to get home and don't need this crap. Luckily I saw an available parking space to pull into. I grabbed my cell phone and called AAA for assist. I was informed that assistance would be here in 60 minutes.
Thirty minutes into my wait, I really had to piss badly. I was afraid to go far fearing I might miss the AAA guy when I noticed what looked like a bar across the street. Perfect I thought, I'll slip right in, use the bathroom and be back at my car in no time. As I entered the dark bar I was having trouble seeing after being exposed to the bright sunlight outside. I walked up to the bar and asked the bartender where the restrooms were. He replied, you need to buy a drink if you want to use our restroom buddy. So I ordered a draft beer and as he put the beer in front of me, he pointed to the back of the bar where the restrooms were located. As I took a quick sip of beer before heading to the restroom, I couldn't help but to notice two very muscular black men staring at me from the other end of the bar. One was about 5'10 wearing jeans and a bare chest wearing only a leather vest. His friends was about the same size wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
I took another sip of my beer and headed for the john, thinking I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. I found my way to the bathroom only to see a sign that read "Out of Order". There was a guy cleaning there who said, Sir you'll have to use the employee's bathroom room down in the basement. As he pointed to a stairwell in the corner, I thanked him and headed down the stairs. The basement area was dimly lit by a single low wattage lightbulb hanging in the corner. I looked around and saw an open door with a toilet in the room. That must be it as I headed right in and unzipped as I walked up to the toilet. As I was pissing I heard the Bathroom door slam shut.
I looked up at the mirror in front of me and saw the same two black men who were staring at me at the bar. The one in the t-shirt walked over to the sink next to the toilet I was using and began washing his hands, while his buddy remained by the door. I couldn't wait to finish up and get the hell out. I zipped up and turned to head for the door when suddenly the black guy at the sink grabbed me from behind. Before I could react or utter a word, a switchblade was at my throat as he whispered in an authoritative voice "Make a move or make a sound and I'll slice your throat open Mother Fucker!"
Overwhelmed with fear at the prospect of my throat being sliced open I didn't say a word or struggle to get free. The other black guy by the door slid the lock closed on the door and slowly walked right up to me. The man holding me then whispered "On Your Knees Fucker". I obeyed his demand and dropped to my knees as the other black man began to rub his finger around my mouth as he said "You Have Some Sweet Lips Bitch". There was a short pause in his voice, then he said "Time to put them sweet lips to work". He stopped rubbing my lips with his finger and rested both hands at his side. He then told me to pull down his pants. Scared and confused I hesitated as I was unsure what to do next. He then said in an angry voice "I SAID, UNDO MY BELT AND PULL DOWN MY PANTS MOTHER FUCKER!" as the black man holding the blade to my throat said forcefully "DO IT MOTHERFUCKER BEFORE I CUT YOU!"