Darelle gripped my hand and looked at me, his brown eyes wide.
‘There’s nothing to be afraid of,’ I reassured the tall, thin, dark-skinned 18-year-old. ‘It’s just an interview. I went through it myself when I turned 18.’
A lot of young men had gone through it – being “interviewed” by “Uncle Simon”, the man who ran the main industry in town, virtually controlled the entire county. I worked at his plant now. Darelle wanted to work there too.
‘Y-yeah, s-sure. I g-guess so,’ he stammered, his hand damp in mine, shaking like the rest of his wiry body.
I kissed him on his soft, plush lips. He pressed the doorbell of the huge, stone mansion.
The door opened up almost instantly. Javier stood there, totally naked. His smooth, burnished copper body gleamed in the afternoon sun, cock dangling over his shaven sack, between his shapely legs. ‘Come in,’ he said, staring at Darelle. ‘We’ve been expecting you.’
Darelle and I followed Javier down the long, red-carpeted hallway, still holding hands, watching Javier’s ripe, rounded buttocks deliciously clench and unclench, his thin hips swish from side to side. He led us into the enormous living room of the home, where Richard and Thomas were waiting, standing by the large stone fireplace, as stunningly naked as Javier.
Richard was short, compact, with lustrous black hair and amber, almond-shaped eyes. His body and balls were shaven smooth as the other men’s, his cock rising up semi-erect between his sturdy legs. Thomas was taller, leaner, had a blank expression on his pretty, freckled face. He had curly red hair and sky-blue eyes, porcelain skin. His cock hung down, engorged more than Richard’s.
‘Good, he’s here.’
Darelle and I jumped, our hands parting.
Uncle Simon walked into the room, nude as all the others, but more than twice their ages. The silver-haired man carried a black leather bag in his right hand, like a doctor’s bag. His cock was soft, but thick, his chest hairy as his balls. He appraised Darelle with his clear, grey eyes, and his red lips flickered a stern smile as he said, ‘Let’s begin.’
The three young men helped Darelle off with his clothes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt and red tie, a pair of polished black shoes, anxious to make a good impression. Now, he made a better impression, as his ebony body was fully revealed, and he stood naked in the middle of the wood-panelled room.
His skin was dark and velvety as hot, humid night, long, tight muscles pronounced on his arms and legs, his humped pecs clenched, ribbed stomach rising and falling. His butt cheeks bulged out boldly, twin mounds of molasses-coloured and textured flesh, and his cock jutted out proudly, aroused to almost full erection by the feel of the men’s hands upon him, all the excitement and anticipation. The blue-black shaft was long and veined, perfectly mushroomed cap purple in colour.
‘You came prepared. Good,’ Uncle Simon stated. Then to the three other naked men, and me, ‘Position him.’
I stripped off my own clothes, helped the other men lead Darelle over to the fireplace. My cock throbbed out in front of me, as we positioned Darelle up against the mantel of the fireplace. Richard and Thomas took a hand apiece and stretched out Darelle’s arms, pinned the slender hands against the wooden mantel. While Javier and I crouched down and pulled Darelle’s legs slightly apart, secured his feet with our own hands around his slim ankles.
He leant forward, butt cheeks thrust out on one side, cock on the other. His body trembled in our gripping hands, skin dewed with sweat now. His breathing came in gasps.
Uncle Simon placed the black bag down on the carpet and walked up behind Darelle. He placed his two soft hands on the young man’s lush buttocks, sunk his manicured fingers into the rich meat. Darelle shuddered, butt cheeks jumping in Uncle Simon’s grasping hands.
The older man squeezed, plying the younger man’s ample cheeks. Then he opened his fingers and let the black meat spring out into its gorgeous curved form again. He ran his fingernails over the pair, up and down, across, gently stroking, scraping Darelle’s ass.
Darelle shivered, buttocks rippling. We held his hands and feet tight, his legs and arms shaking. We could all see the perspiration trickle down the sides of his body, from his clean-shaven armpits.
Uncle Simon cupped Darelle’s butt cheeks, as much as he could. Then he palmed the quivering swells, up one swollen mass and down the other, both together. He warmed Darelle’s buttocks, rubbing, caressing, cupping. Then suddenly biting his fingernails in, sharply.
Darelle jumped, his cheeks spasming. Uncle Simon dropped to his knees at Darelle’s packed ass and bit his teeth into the young man’s right butt cheek.
Darelle cried out. We struggled to hold him in place. Uncle Simon moved his head over to the other buttock, bit into that one, chewed on the thick flesh. Before splitting Darelle’s cheeks open with his digging fingers and diving his deft tongue in between, spearing the wet, pink tip against Darelle’s dark butthole.
Darelle shook violently, like he’d just been jolted with electrical shock, Uncle Simon plugging his tongue into the teenager’s pucker. The older man dropped his head lower, pulled Darelle’s cheeks even wider apart. He licked from Darelle’s balls on the other side all along his smooth crack in one damp, dragging stroke, all the way up to Darelle’s tailbone.
My cock pulsated, body and face burning with heat. Like Richard’s, and Thomas’, and Javier’s. We all longed to touch our cocks, pull on them, feed them into Darelle’s luscious mouth and ass. But we did nothing but what Uncle Simon had told us to do, holding on to Darelle. The man demanded total obedience, at work and in his home.
He licked up and down Darelle’s deep bum cleavage, slow and sensuously, stroking the young man’s crack with his long, budded tongue. Darelle shivered with every lick, his mouth hanging open and nostrils flared, cock vibrating, coursing like a cable with sexual electricity.
Finally, Uncle Simon took one long, last lap at Darelle’s crack, then brought his head back. He formed his tongue into a rigid pink blade, pulled Darelle’s buttocks as wide open as they would go, and jabbed the sticker right into the teenager’s stretched asshole.
Darelle yelped, jumping up onto his toes, stuck wet and hot inside his sensitive chute. Uncle Simon burrowed forward, sinking his tongue all the way into Darelle’s anus, his cheeks pressing against Darelle’s cheeks, fingers blazing white on the tremoring black skin.
It was enough to drive a drop of precome into the gaping slit of my granite cock, and I was only watching. Not feeling that wicked tongue snake and lodge up my butt. I knew just what Uncle Simon was doing, though, squirming that appendage of his around inside Darelle’s chute.
He pulled back to the ring, plunged in to the superheated core, fucking Darelle’s ass with his tongue now. Then rimming the groaning guy, winding his tongue around and around Darelle’s starfish, nipping at pucker, eating ass. We four had a hard time controlling Darelle’s arms and legs, the guy’s body and buttocks trembling wildly out of control.
Uncle Simon popped his black bag open, pulled out a pink, 12-inch, veined-shaft, bulbous-headed, silicon dong. He lubed the sex toy. Then stuffed the moulded tip of the pleasure tool into Darelle’s ass, and slowly, steadily, unrelentingly drove the shaft home.
Darelle screamed, his buttocks clenching tight. It was the wrong thing to do, the dildo locked only halfway into his chute. Uncle Simon frowned.
Darelle twisted his head around and saw the older man’s expression, fought to relax his sphincter, and succeeded. His buttocks bubbled out full again, and Uncle Simon shoved the rest of the prick into his ass, just an inch shy of total.
We all held our breath, as Uncle Simon turned, twisted the cock around inside Darelle. He pulled six inches out, plunged six inches in. Did it again and again, faster and faster, fucking Darelle’s delightfully rippling bum with the tool.
‘Enough pleasure,’ Uncle Simon announced, yanking the dildo all the way out of Darelle’s ass, the bulbed tip popping out of the young man’s gaping pucker. ‘Time for some pain. The true test of manhood.’
Uncle Simon took a red leather riding crop out of his bag, stood up. He tested the flexibility of the wicked instrument, then raised it up high in his right hand, brought it whistling down across Darelle’s vulnerable, bare buttocks.
The crack of hard leather against taut flesh exploded like a gunshot in the house, echoed, reverberated through Darelle’s quivering body and our clutching hands. His shriek of pain, and pleasure, followed soon after.
Another crack, another cry. Uncle Simon whipped Darelle’s ass, setting the humped buttocks to violent gyration, the young man’s body jumping with each and every stinging blow.
I bit my lip almost to bleeding, shuddering with the brutal butt-lashing myself, cock jumping up into the air in sympathy. Uncle Simon flogged Darelle’s bum until ridges formed on the supple cheeks, and the heavy, heated strokes flashed dull white against the gleaming ebony background.
Uncle Simon dropped the crop and stabbed two fingers into Darelle’s ass. ‘Suck his cock,’ he instructed me, ‘while I finger-fuck him.’
It was my reward for bringing Darelle to the interview. I dove down onto all fours and crawled around in front of Darelle, scrambled up onto my knees. There was no need to hold on to his legs any more, his feet were planted deep in the carpet now.
His cock stuck out from his loins like a nightstick. I slipped my lips over the bloated tip, glided my mouth down the steely shaft.
Darelle whimpered, looked down at me, sweat pouring off his anguished face and onto my ecstatic one. Uncle Simon drove the young man’s cock back and forth in my sucking mouth, by ramming his two digits in and out of Darelle’s ass.
Uncle Simon pulled his fingers free and beckoned at Javier. I felt Darelle’s cock jump forward in my mouth, almost down my throat, as Javier crowded in behind the guy and stuck his cockhead where Uncle Simon’s fingers had been only moments before. I bit down on Darelle’s shaft, holding the dong steady, as Javier slammed his erection into the teenager’s blistered backside.
Darelle moaned, Javier buried to the balls in his butt.
I sucked cock again, bobbing my head only slightly, letting the glistening black snake pump between my lips and over my tongue in rhythm to Javier’s cock pumping Darelle’s ass. The guy thumped against the young man’s beaten cheeks, pistoning full length in his anus.
The pounding tempo became harder and harder, faster and faster. Javier grunted, yelled, his body shaking against Darelle’s, thrusting cock spurting hot liquid orgasm against the teenager’s bowels. I could almost taste it on the other side – was tasting salty precome leak out the tip of Darelle’s sucked-upon cock.
Richard stepped up to the young man’s backside. Then Thomas. They furiously fucked his steaming chute as I sucked black iron cock. They came, crying out, spurting their molten joy into Darelle’s ass. I swallowed more precome, sucking pipe with abandon.
I wanted to suck him off totally, feel his full load hotly splash the back of my throat, fill my mouth. But I guess Darelle was just too overwhelmed by it all, shocked to sexual rigidity, cock gone numb as the rest of him by the ravaging experience.
Uncle Simon said, ‘Get up.’
I got up.
‘Fuck his cream-filled ass,’ he told me.
I got in behind Darelle. Semen streamed down the guy’s legs, out of his weeping asshole. His butt cheeks rippled involuntarily with surface tension, skin sheened with perspiration. It was my place of honour to fuck his ass last. I oiled and gripped my dick and split Darelle’s dusky cheeks, ploughed into his pink chute.
It was hot, squishy, delicious. Exaltation rose up through my body like a heated tide, as I went in and in and in. Until my thighs pressed against Darelle’s burning buttocks, bone embedded.
Uncle Simon grasped Darelle’s cock and pumped. I grasped Darelle’s waist and pumped his ass with my cock. Uncle Simon twisted the groaning guy’s nipples, pulled on them, jacking Darelle’s dong with smooth, quick strokes.
I hammered Darelle’s ass, churning his full, sucking chute. My cock surged in the sperm-slick tunnel, shunting urgently back and forth. I couldn’t make it last. Too much had gone on before.
Darelle screamed, his body jumping, Uncle Simon’s sure, sensual hand tugging blast after blast of semen at last out of the lucky guy’s cock. I pile-drove in a frenzy, cracking against Darelle’s ass; then jumped, myself, jetting jizz into the guy’s chute, adding to the steaming loads already there, my body and brain ablaze with the all-out orgasm organized so well by Uncle Simon.
Needless to say, Darelle got a job at the plant, having passed the interview with flying colours. He works alongside me. The pay’s good and the work is enjoyable; employment at Uncle Simon’s place of business bringing much satisfaction, servitude at Uncle Simon’s home even more.