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Subject: BALDWIN they meant business. If his plan, selfish as it may be, didn't work the entire household might very well become a veritable blood bath. Momentarily pausing at the landing Lombardo instinctively decided upon the master bedroom as the final destination. The double doors loomed ominously at the end of the long hallway running the length of the mansion. Despite Lombardo's earlier words of reassurance Ryan couldn't help but be wary of the bigger man at his side and the three lurking behind. He was certain Lombardo had purposely chosen him as hostage because of their special relationship. Whatever plan the ex-con had for getting them out of this frightful situation he probably figured Ryan would be the one to most easily follow his lead. His brothers, even the senior Baldwin's, might not be as attuned to the man's instincts as Ryan had become over the past few months. The tall doors were open a fashionable crack only requiring Lombardo to give them a slight push to allow entrance into the expansive bedroom. One of the foursome whistled low when he got a look at where the rich and famous slept. The three hoods mulled about, eyeing up artwork, checking out the deep closets and marveling at the sunken bath. For Lombardo the room held nothing new: he'd fucked Miles in his marriage bed more than once over the past few months. "So where it be?" the leader, not as impressed as his cohorts, asked. "Where the loot?" It was now or never. Attempting to act as self-confident as he could Lombardo smiled slyly. "The most prized possession this family has is standin' right before you, bro." And he nodded toward Ryan. There came a chorus of "what" and "what's he talkin about" from the others. The leader, known to his band of thieves as Dred, came up before Lombardo. "You best explain yourself, boy." "This high school jock here, this all-American superstar quarterback, has got one of the hottest and hungriest pussies you'll ever find. It's a million dollar pussy." Lombardo sexily slid his tongue between his lips for effect. "An' he gets off on bein' dicked by guys like you 'n me. I should know. I been fuckin' it since I took on the job here." "We didn't come here for no fuckin' fag pussy!" Edge, the hyper one pronounced angrily, menacingly advancing on them. Dred held up a gloved hand to halt him. With his stocking face up close to Lombardo he spoke calmly and clearly. "You said the valuables was up here. Were you fuckin' around with me all this time?" Remarkably Lombardo showed no fear. He'd come up across cons just like this one while in prison. Backing down was not an option. "I explained that the rich folk don't keep their loot stashed anywhere in the house but there was somethin' of worth to be found up here. Couldn't tell you what in front of the rest of 'em. They don't know their athlete son and brother takes cock up his ass. An' they sure as shit don't know their ex-con handyman's been dickin' him regular." It was partly a lie. Of course, daddy Miles knew of his son's proclivities. But the invaders didn't need to know that. Dred stood there for a long silent moment, the heavy rise and fall of his massive chest attesting to his attempted control of anger. After a hard look at Lombardo he strode over to stand before Ryan, whose blue eyes were wide with fear, his face flushed with embarrassment. "That true, super jock?" he asked. "You a fag for cock?" Ryan swallowed hard. "No sir. I mean, I'm not gay. I like girls." "This guy says you get fucked," Dred went on, nodding his head in Lombardo's direction. "Is that motherfucker playin' me? Are you all playin' me?" His deep voice was rising with frustration. "No sir," Ryan managed. "I mean, I like girls. Have a girlfriend. Cheerleader for the team. B-but, yeah, I've been---fucked." He hung his head sheepishly. Dred searched Ryan's face, suddenly amused by the boy and his predicament. "Tell me somethin', rich boy, you suck dick too?" Avoiding the bigger man's stare Ryan nodded his head affirmatively, suddenly aware that all eyes were upon him. "You ever suck black dick?" Dred went on. "Ever have a brutha plow your white ass?" Recalling Lombardo's cell buddy, the giant Tequan, Ryan nodded again. He thought perhaps he should tell them he had a recently discovered medical condition, a replica of a clitoris way up inside, that required constant attention but decided against it. Lombardo smiled wryly when he saw Dred reflexively squeeze the bulge in front of his low-hanging jeans, assuring him that the big man had taken the bait. Circling the boy Dred moved over to stand a few paces behind him and motioned for Blade to cut the boy loose. Edge was pacing nervously from one side of the room to other, not at all happy with this turn of events while the fourth man, T-Bone, amusedly observed the rich boy's discomfort. "Let's see what you got," Dred ordered. Ryan glanced over a broad shoulder at Lombardo, who gave him a reassuring nod, before clumsily working on his snap and zipper. Hooking fat thumbs in the waist of his loose-fitting jeans he tugged them down from his hips, displaying black boxer briefs. Bending at his waist he slipped denim over muscular thighs while his big ass jutted out toward the gawking men. He yanked the jeans even lower, exposing heavily bunched calves, until they pooled on the floor and kicked his way out of them. "All of it," Dred commanded breathlessly. Ryan innocently looked back at the brute again, then unintentionally teased him by lifting his team sweatshirt over his head, casually tossing it to the floor and stood there only in sneakers and briefs. Dred ran his eyes over Ryan's mostly nude body, appreciating the jock's thick neck, well-rounded deltoids, bulging triceps and flared lats tapering down to a tight, cinched waist. He was a man who appreciated a strong, hard-worked body and this rich kid was proudly exhibiting an impressive physique. Unconsciously licking his thick lips under the nylon stocking mask the black man was about to direct Ryan further when the boy took the initiative by slowly peeling his briefs from his backside, revealing square inch after square inch of his prize ass. Once his jutting globes were on display he bent once again pulling them down his legs and over his feet while at the same time unwittingly giving them all a quick view of his pink pucker. "Ghat Dayum," T-Bone exclaimed, "look at dat big ass booty!" Dred was looking, alright. In fact, they all were. Even skittish Edge had ceased his nervous pacing for a moment to appraise that gloriously round bubble butt riding high on the teen's muscular haunches. Lombardo held an amused look on his crafty face while he observed the reaction from the other four. There was no denying the allure of Ryan's raucous rump, a real beauty swelling out seductively from the curve of his tight waist. That big, bawdy butt and all the delights it promised had every man's attention and could have potentially provided Lombardo with the window of opportunity for escape. But the devious ex-con had other plans in mind. "Get up on your daddy's bed," Lombardo calmly instructed. "Show our friends here some of that ass gash you showed me night after night whenever you were horny." Again Ryan looked over his shoulder at the handyman for reassurance, his lower lip pouting so seductively that all five crotches suddenly swelled voluminously. Trusting Lombardo's judgment he crawled up onto the satin comforter covering the mattress and rested one side of his face on club-like forearms with knees tucked in and flared to either side of him and his well-rounded ass pushed up and out at the others. In this position his hefty ass cakes were pulled apart and his pouting asshole was on prominent display. Lombardo was pleased with Ryan's performance, reacting just like the slut puppy he'd been trained to be. It had been weeks since he'd had the boy and was tempted to take him right in front of the hoodlums and boast of the influence he still held over the jock. And if things went as he hoped they would he would retake his claim on the Baldwin lad after the others had taken their fill of him. Gang rape by these hoodlums would be Ryan's punishment for ignoring him for so long. Ryan's moist, pink rosette proved far too alluring to be ignored. "Fuck dis shit!" Edge exclaimed, "Gettin' me some pussy!" And he advanced on young Ryan. Throwing aside caution he ripped off his gloves, revealing chocolate hands and yanked the stocking mask up over his nose so his face was only partially concealed. He had big, thick maroon-colored lips and a hoop ring between wide nostrils. He roughly slapped his hands down on Ryan's firm buttocks, muttered "Gonna eat dis shit first!" and dove right in to the boy's crack. Hyper by nature, Edge really went to town on Ryan's hole. While his dark hands groped the teen's spectacular spheres he noisily licked, lapped and sucked the offered pussy. Aggressively chomping on the sweet slit he tongued the taut lips to loosen them up and then dug inside. Groaning low and appreciatively when he tasted the boy's heated core he curled his agile tongue up under the lip and treated Ryan to some special ass eating. While the thug thrust his tongue in and out of his hot hole, probing in as far as he could go, Ryan couldn't help but push his ass back against the working mouth. Edge had his black face wedged in between Ryan's delectable melons and was giving the boy a tough licking. Each time the wet tongue filled his asshole the muscular jock moaned, grunted and clutched the bedding. All at once he felt the familiar gnawing deep inside him, his newly discovered clitoris awakened by Edge's devilish tongue. Even after a late-afternoon session with Doc Schwartz and pre-game fucks, first from Coach Kowalski and then assistant Coach Washington, his clit remained active! Triggered by the internal itch Ryan began bucking back against Edge, riding his proud ass along the black thug's face and attempting to draw the tongue deeper inside his butthole. Like spectators at a sporting event the others encouraged their partner in his crude snacking. Lombardo observed with a special gleam in his dark eyes. It delighted him, as always, to see the muscular all-American rich boy being soiled by ruffians. Glancing around he noted that the others seemed pleased with their plunder. It might not have been what they truly came for but the consolation prize was worthy. Both the leader and the tall lanky one were massaging impressive crotch mounds while the third had already hauled out his meat and was kneading it in his tattooed hand. By his skin tone Lombardo judged this one to be Hispanic sporting a big fat anteater with abundant foreskin. "Hey!" Lombardo got the housebreaker's attention. "He sucks a mean cock, too." It only took the man a moment's decision before following his cohort's lead and flipping his nylon stocking up to the bridge of his nose, revealing goatee and mustache amid the growth of possibly a day or two without a shave. His thick Puerto Rican lips split in a sneer, showing off a gold upper tooth. Getting onto the bed he yanked his pants and boxers down around his ankles and knelt in front of Ryan. Roughly grabbing the kid by a handful of hair he yanked his head up and thrust his bludgeoning hard on in Ryan's astonished face. It was only a matter of moments before Ryan parted his thick, sultry lips and latched on to the dark-hued man meat, filling Lombardo with a sense of pride that he'd trained the boy so well. Ryan nibbled on the abundant folds of foreskin encasing the precious dick head as the entire shaft came to life, stiffening and swelling until it reached its fully aroused size. Propping himself istanbul travesti up on only one muscular arm Ryan wrapped his fist around the hefty truncheon and gave it some fevered wrist action while he licked and chewed on the fleshing covering. Before long excited pre-cum began to seep from the gathered skin and Ryan enthusiastically lapped it up. Anxious for more of the manly treat he dug his tongue in deeper until he made contact with the blunt crown, then washed it around the encased knob. Startled when he encountered kernels of headcheese buried there Ryan initially balked at the ripe flavor. But with the other hoodlum's tongue swirling around inside his ass like some sort of electric beater gone wild and stimulating the bug up his tail Ryan soon found himself savoring the funky taste. Quickly peeling back the skin with an anxious hand he unsheathed the wet, bulbous cockhead and hastily devoured it. Edge ate out the jock's ass like it was the tastiest dish on the dessert buffet. He thrust his tongue in and out of the smooth orifice, sucked on the flexing hole and lapped up the boy's tart pussy juices. Ryan's twitching portal glistened and dripped saliva when Edge finally tore his face away, wiping the back of a hand across his wet mouth. Smacking his thick lips he sat on his haunches to admire the white boy's gorgeous bubble ass before plunging a dark middle finger into the primed hole. Edge sawed his digit in and out of Ryan's hungry hole from a variety of angles before adding a second, then a third. All ears detected the hearty moan from the boy around the mouthful of Latin cock he was being fed. Keyed-up Edge was sadistically gleeful when the boy began pushing back against him, literally fucking himself on Edge's cone-shaped threesome. "Gonna fuck me some of this white boy pussy," he muttered forcefully. Horned up beyond restraint Edge unhanded the teen, freed his unit and moved in on the luscious, nicely rounded teen ass jutting out at him invitingly. Taking his mean dick by the base he rubbed its dewy-eyed head along Ryan's deep wet trench before introducing it to his pulsing hole. While Edge didn't have the biggest of cocks, topping off at six and three quarter inches, he more than made up for it in circumference, causing Ryan to yelp when the overly anxious black rudely shoved it inside. Big Blade took advantage of the opportunity and slammed his bushy crotch into the boy's face, forcing all his eight thick inches down Ryan's gasping gullet. Edge fucked Ryan hard and fast, literally battering his jock cunt with his fatty. He was a verbal fucker, mouthing all sorts of obscenities and slurs about the "dirty white boy." As he relentlessly rammed the tight hole he loudly back handed the smooth round globes of Ryan's quarterback ass, leaving an angry red mark in his wake. Blade showed no mercy on the tortured kid either, pistoning the full length of his uncut chorizo in and out of Ryan's abused throat while he roughly held him in place by fists full of blond hair. Ryan choked and sputtered around the battering rod, his baby blues tearing up and saliva drooling from his ravaged lips. He'd never engaged in such riotous sex before and wasn't certain that he liked it. Black Edge, with all his nasty verbalizing about fine white pussy, was really wreaking havoc on Ryan's prostate with his chunky monkey, causing the boy's chute to twitch, quiver and grasp at the charging meat. A steady rope of pre-cum oozed from Ryan's rock hard dick, soiling his parent's bedspread below. He wriggled his ass back against crazy Edge, hopeful that somehow he could force the dick to reach his trouble spot. But it was no use; Edge just didn't have the length necessary to scratch the inner itch which, by now, was revved up to high gear. Even when the excitable black went up on his toes, dug his knees into Ryan's hips and fucked him from above like a dog he remained an inch or two shy of targeting the zone. Heated up by his frenetic exertions Edge quickly reached orgasm. Gritting his teeth, throwing back his head and emitting a long, pained wail he rammed his rod home one final time and hosed Ryan's trembling insides with hot spurts of semen. Ryan felt every spasm of the squirting prick and instinctively milked it with his insides the way Lombardo had taught him to do. Edge moaned and shuddered, his breathing coming heavily as he lifted himself off the boy. Giving those bounteous cakes a final slap he muttered, "Fine muthafuckin' ass. Coulda used that shit in the joint" before rising from the bed to join the others. During the fracas Edge's stocking had risen higher up on his face and Lombardo felt a chill when he saw the teardrop tattoo etched beneath the corner of one eye. The significance of the ink was one he knew only too well. Wasting little time Blade resumed the spot Edge had just vacated. Big Blade just pressed the heels of both hands down on Ryan's curved lower back and easily glided every one of his eight uncut inches into the juicy boy pussy with one long, smooth motion. Ryan sighed huskily when the man's large cockhead tapped his secret spot, sending jolts of pleasurable current to his every nerve ending. "Muthafucker really likes this shit!" Edge declared while standing there massaging his meat, readying it for a second round. "Throw it to him, bro!" On hands and toes Blade planked his body over Ryan and began long-fucking his big Latino prick in and out of Ryan's already-used hole. Unlike Edge, he was a man who liked to savor each moment inside a luscious, warm pussy and Ryan's wriggling butt was quickly proving to be every bit the treasure they'd been promised. He drilled deep into the wet, slippery chasm, his hairy ass cheeks dimpling as he bottomed out in the warm fuck hole. Edge's spent fuck juice pumped out of Ryan's stretched twat lips each time he drew back. Ryan moaned with delirious pleasure when the long dong filled him and pressed against his inner button. Although totally unaware of Ryan's unique treasure, Blade nevertheless felt the boy's reaction each time he was totally stuffed with cock. The teen jock's ass hole spasmed and writhed around his working tool, clutching at it and pushing up against him as if attempting to draw it even deeper. Blade leisurely pumped Ryan's hot hole for a long while, thoroughly enjoying this unexpected fuck. Only when he felt his nuts tightening did he amp up the action. Ryan instantly reacted, once again grasping at the soiled comforter as the dick began to batter his button with more frequency. Blade plowed his manhood deep down into the muscle jock's incredibly voluptuous asshole, his thrusts coming quicker the closer he came to orgasm. Soon he was barreling his throbbing shaft in and out of Ryan's clutching ass matching Edge's earlier assault. His thick Hispanic cock rapidly sodomized the muscular youth with heart-felt macho thrusts, punching into the farthest depths of young Ryan's satiny, shuddering socket. His fucking had gone from tender to barbaric, causing Ryan to emit unconstrained sighs of pain mixed with pleasure. All at once the bigger man's body froze. Throwing back his head, and nearly losing his face covering, Blade cried out through gritted teeth and blew his load deep inside the boy's clutching bowels. With the semen spurting against his hidden clit Ryan managed to work this man just as he had the other, drawing the cream out of him with his flexing ass muscles. Blade dropped atop Ryan's sweat-drenched body while he recouped his breath before coming up off the boy. With a whiskered kiss at the hollow between Ryan's muscular shoulder blades he slowly extricated his spent pecker from the teen's cum-drenched asshole and rolled off the bed, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "G'on and get you some, T," Edge encouraged, causing Dred to flinch at the other's mention of one of their surnames. T-Bone, another black man, aptly named for his wide shoulder span and long, lean body, did as the others and raised his mask midway. Licking big, luscious lips he dropped his worn jeans and boxers to the floor and shuffled to the buffet. Crawling up to his prey he grasped Ryan around his thick ankles and coaxed the muscle stud over onto his back. Ryan's teen prick was pulsing madly and leaking copious amounts of rich pre-cum onto his chiseled abs. As the new housebreaker used his dark hands to lift and spread his legs Ryan raised his head enough to see through the juncture of his quarterback thighs and gasped when he got a look at the next cock to impale him. T-Bone's cock was snake-like, long and thin with a one-eyed diamond shaped head. Although possibly not quite as lengthy as the good doctor's bestial thing, it came very close. For the briefest of moments Ryan felt a tinge of fear. Then, remembering how Schwartz' enormous prong rode over and beyond his sensitive knot he invitingly propped his ass up higher. T-Bone took a moment to admire the fetching pink hole, its sweet lips hungrily pulsing in and out and dribbling cum drops of the two thugs who had fucked it prior. Scooping up some of the leaking loads he coated his own cock and proceeded to bore it into the boy's sloppy hole. Inch after inch of T's slim bone steadily sank into the warm furrow that was Ryan's ass, causing him no real sensation until the crown brushed over his bud and beyond. Ryan's body instantly reacted when the underbelly of the dick glided over his trouble spot and failed to leave it, even as more dick traveled on until all fourteen inches were embedded in his gut. "Fuck, yeah," T exclaimed, tossing back his head and snapping his chicklet teeth. "Never had a 'ho take all my junk before!" "Fuck that bitch!" Edge, the aggressive one, ordered. "Tear up that fuckin' pussy!" Although only moments before blasting a huge load in Ryan's jock hole he was already rock hard and dripping. Turning his head to Blade, who was lewdly watching the action through his stocking mask, Dred quietly monotoned, "Go down and relieve Dutch. Can't leave him out of this shit." Blade nodded obligingly and stuffed himself into his jeans. With big dick outlined under denim along one thigh he left the party as ordered. Ryan's sphincter muscle tightened around the base of the buried cock holding it in place while his muscle pussy gripped the length of the long rod and raunchily kneaded it. "Gawt dayum!" T declared, "Boy's jerkin' me off from inside his ass! This here's one hot fuckin' pussy!" Dred's nostrils flared even wider under his nylon and he licked his heavy lips in anticipation of the moment when he would have a go at the jock whore. Watching his gang members ravage the boy was like foreplay to him, a warm up before the main event. His big black dick was straining for release under his low-hanging jeans and creating a wet spot through the heavy denim. He could hardly wait to sink his black beauty into the handsome blond and fuck him into unconsciousness. T quickly fell into his own fuck rhythm, doggedly impaling the rich white boy with his slippery, slender erection. Time and again he sunk his eel-like member to the hilt in Ryan's warm, satiny asshole. Punching deep into the squirming colon the black thug felt prideful of the reaction from the muscle jock. The blond cracker really grooved on his meat, sizzling like lard on a hot fry pan every time he got really, really deep to where the fucking was extra sweet. The kid's abdominal muscles rippled as surges of rapture emanated from the mushy walls of his slick hole. His blond head, now moist with sweat, tossed from side to side as he grunted and sobbed his sex joy. His hands ripped at the comforter barely-now covering the bed. The boy's reaction to kadıköy travesti the first two thugs hadn't been near as animated as with T, who found himself highly aroused by Ryan's response to his virility. Lodging his knob far as it would reach up in Ryan's oven hot quim T took to fucking the sweet spot with the first quarter length of his big black dick. Ryan bucked and squirmed, his back arching and his head slamming up and down as the bestial hard on unfalteringly massaged his hot clit. "Hot dayum! Dis cracka on fiah!" Edge declared. Unable to contain his libido any longer he took a spot on the rumpled bed. Facing T with booted feet to either side of Ryan's thrashing head he squatted down and planted his ass on the boy's face. "Eat that black hole, motherfucker!" he commanded. Edge's crack was moist, sticky and ripe but Ryan was so turned on by the other's dick tearing up his inner clit that he'd lost the will to resist. He licked the black thug's ass cleft with real gusto while Edge ground against his face. Soon he was lapping solely on the man's funky tasting knot. Edge's pucker pulsed against his working tongue, providing Ryan with the opportunity to burrow inside. The boy stuck his young tongue into the hot twitching asshole and stirred it around inside. "Fuck yeah!" Edge exclaimed, "Cracka be tongue fuckin' my hole just like a white boy should!" His ass was resting solidly on Ryan's cute mug, trapping the boy between his spread ass cakes. While T-Bone wreaked havoc on his ultra-sensitive boy-clit, Ryan went to town on Edge's man hole. He fucked his tongue in and out of musty hole while chewing the dark-ringed entrance to tenderness. Under his stocking mask Edge's eyes were rolled up so only the white were visible, his head tossed back on his shoulders and his mouth agape while he fisted his chunky hard on. Lombardo watched, duly impressed. Taking credit for Ryan's cultivated talent, the ex-con was pleased and, himself, aroused by his most apt pupil's performance. Glancing sideways he saw the leader, Dred, groping what looked to be another sizeable fuck weapon in the crotch of his pants. When they were through here Lombardo was confident the pack of wolves would be on their way, without the loot they'd hoped for but sexually satiated. And, quite possibly, Lombardo would have ingratiated himself to the family and tightened his grip on the Baldwin's. He wished Miles could see his superstar son right now, sucking black ass and taking mocha dick deep up his jock pussy. While he hadn't foreseen the break-in, Lombardo had turned things around to his favor. After the way he'd orchestrated this latest degradation neither father or son would defy him again. A sly smile played about his lips and a twinkle sparked his dark eyes as he observed the fuck action on the bed, almost wishing he could join in with the festivities. But, no, there'd be time for that later. Secured to the spot in his own family room Miles became alert when he detected the sound of an approach from the hallway. The one with the knife came into view. Stepping over to his cohort he whispered into his ear, the other man departed and the ominous blade took his post. Infuriated, Miles struggled against his bonds, instantly catching the attention of their captor who merely snickered at Miles' attempt. "Wh-what's going on?" Delia, on the verge of hysteria, managed. "They've been away for so long. And why did they take Ryan? Can't you do something?" Miles swallowed hard. Attempting to keep his voice low he practically whispered to his wife, "These are Lombardo's kind of people. I'm sure he knows what he's doing. Try to stay calm, dear." Truth was Miles knew all too well what was happening somewhere upstairs in the sleeping quarters of the mansion. His handsome jock son was being gang banged by this group of wayward jackals and Lombardo was behind it. Why else would he have been so quick to suggest Ryan as hostage? Why not himself or Delia? In fact, it wouldn't surprise Miles to discover that the scoundrel was behind the entire home invasion. That these criminals were associates of Lombardo's. Between his coach and doctor Ryan wasn't as needy for Lombardo any more. And Miles had managed to keep his distance from the ex-con. Was this all a reminder of the influence he truly held over them? Trey had a pretty good idea of what was going on, also. As did Lucas who, like his father, was more quick to place the blame on evil Lombardo than his oldest brother. While Lucas was cursing himself for not having installed spy cams in the upper bedrooms and documenting the activity Trey was suffering mixed emotions. While mindful of Ryan's potentially dangerous plight a larger part of him, the envious and vindictive side, was morbidly thrilled by his brother's rape at the hands of these burglars. Rape? Who was he kidding? From what he'd observed on all the material Lucas had compiled Ryan was probably having the time of his cock loving life! Curiously observing their disinterested captor Miles suddenly realized the changing of guard meant this big foreboding cretin had more than likely just had his way with Ryan! The body under those clothes looked to be tough and masculine. Did Ryan suck his cock, maybe eat his hairy hole, before the man fucked his boy pussy? Did he have Ryan on his belly, ass up, one hand gripping blond locks and yanking his head back while the other held that evil blade to his throat as he savagely fucked him? When he came did he whitewash Ryan's strong, tapered back? Or did he shoot his filthy convict cum deep in the boy's abused twat? Miles whimpered uncontrollably at these vile thoughts, conscious of the fact that he was now rock hard and leaking. Only moments ago he'd been furious at Lombardo's orchestration and now found himself guiltily aroused by his second born son's predicament. And suddenly a part of him wished he had been the one upstairs getting buggered by the ensemble of ruthless cocksmen. T-Bone's slim hips shot forward repeatedly with short, but powerful jabs, which plundered the murky depths of Ryan's incredibly greedy asshole. The teen had his strong, muscular legs wrapped around T. The balls of his feet dug into the black thug's sides as if locking him into place and fearful of release. The long, slim jim repeatedly riding over his bud was quickly threatening to send him over the edge once again. The closer he came to blowing his nut the more aggressive he became eating Edge's hot hole. Digging his tongue way up inside he fucked his mouth against the squirming lips and noisily sucked on the tasty dark hole. Edge was releasing all sorts of expletives and frantically flogging his rigid cock while the white boy orally ravaged his shitter. Ryan tightened his leg lock on T-Bone and released an agonized scream of ecstasy up Edge's asshole as he blew another load, even more voluminous than the last, across his torso and chest. His ass went insane on T's buried rod, quickly coaxing the hoodlum to shoot his ball juice into his cock stuffed, churning guts. Ryan clenched his ass muscles around the exploding prick and wickedly massaged it throughout orgasm. With sweat liberally pouring off him T fought to withdraw but Ryan held him tightly in place, his asshole parched for every last drop of rich cum. When he finally managed to break the seal of Ryan's vacuum his long dong escaped with an audible pop. The tendons in Edge's forearms knotted under his dark skin as he frenziedly beat his meat. His heavy panting turning into a strangled groan Edge lifted his ass from the boy's face, shifted his bulk slightly backward and drove his meat between Ryan's ass-wet lips. After just a few short pumps he cried out in ecstasy and blew like a bottle of champagne, spewing one creamy load after another into Ryan's mouth. Ryan greedily swallowed every succulent clot while teasing the exploding cock with his tongue. Not until after the husky jock had sucked every bit of come straight up out of his sac did Edge fall backward onto the bed. Breathing heavily he announced, "Dayum! I needs this cracka at my crib, yo!" Just then the fourth burglar, the one known as Dutch, came upon the scene. Already having been briefed by Blade about the stash of booty they'd unexpectedly come upon Dutch quickly sized up the situation while fumbling with the zipper on his camouflage pants. He got up onto the bed on his knees and deftly flipped Ryan flat onto his belly. Grasping the teen by the ankles he wishboned his legs widely apart, a motion which caused Ryan's cannonball melons to beautifully flex and dimple. Dutch took a moment to boldly ogle the muscle ass he was soon to breach. He cupped the hard ass in the palms of his hands and ran them over the smooth, glorious globes. Even after three intense fucks Ryan was hornier than he'd ever been, grinding his still-hard boy meat into his parent's mattress and making his twin orbs dance in the man's hands. Mimicking the others Dutch lifted the nylon to the bridge of his nose, revealing an unshaven face. Shimmying pants and boxers down around his ankles he hefted a fat, ten inch hog in his hand. From the moment he had unveiled at least a portion of his face Lombardo knew this one, unlike the others, was Caucasian. His legs were a latticework of ink, tattoos intertwined amongst each other with such intricacy that they nearly covered his skin. The art freak even had some kind of calligraphy running up the length of his shaft, although from his vantage point Lombardo couldn't make out the lettering. The ex-con winced thinking of the extreme pain the man had to endure, let alone maintaining an erection, throughout the process. With Ryan flat to the mattress Dutch crawled atop, guided his large cock head to the jock's wet hole and easily slipped it inside. Ryan squirmed. This one was six...seven...eight times fatter than the last. As he grinded against the stiff pole he unintentionally aided the tattooed man in working his tool deeper into the cavern of his slippery ass. At the midway point Dutch clenched his teeth and, with a heartless thrust, plunged his big prick into Ryan's guts. Taken unexpectedly, young Ryan bucked and reared against the sudden onslaught. His reaction only resulted in thrusting his bodacious butt cheeks up against this new brutal fucker and stuffing his shitter full of inked man meat. The massive cock head and several inches soared over Ryan's tender spot which, after T's fuck, had been momentarily satiated but was once again reignited. Ryan gritted his teeth as the ten inch cock rubbed his bud and threw his thick, muscular legs as far to each side as he could, a move that opened his hole wide for Dutch's pleasure. The white perp proved to an assertive type, quickly locking himself into push up position and punching his randy dick in and out of Ryan's boy pussy. His hairy ass, the only part of his visible lower body not completely covered by art, rose and fell rapidly as he savagely plundered teen hole. Dutch was all big-dicked stud, plugging the squirming jock's already ravaged asshole with wild, lusty thrusts reaching the depths of his innards. Moist squelching sounds accompanied his barbaric fucking as the big, brutal man churned all the cum already deposited up in Ryan's rippling ass chute. White froth lined the ass mouth stretched around the thick, battering prick as it charged in and out. Edge was resting with his back against the headboard, legs spread out to the sides and fisting his black meat less than a foot from Ryan's face. "That's what I'm talkin' bout, bro!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Wreck that fuckin' pussy!" It pleased him to see the handsome, rich, lily white boy being man handled so bakırköy travesti perversely. Even after coming twice in the past half hour his cock head was already glistening with pre-fuck juice. Dutch gritted his teeth and turned up the volume several notches. Supported only by hands now his entire lower body, feet and all, rose upward and then crashed down onto the boy, stabbing his steel-like cock into Ryan's guts. Ryan grunted with each forceful drop of Dutch's body, feeling as though a fist was repeatedly punching him in the pit of the stomach. Despite the hoodlum's barbarous method of fucking the young jock enjoyed the waves of carnal pleasure spiraling through his husky body each time the big cock hammered against his sensitive inner knot. The sheer gratification was excruciating, causing him to whimper in ecstasy, but Ryan found himself reveling in each hair-raising moment and wanting more. More. Dutch ground his cock up the ravaged hole one final time. His entire body tensed and, with a bestial snarl, he flooded the depths of Ryan's hole with more hot cum. Ryan could feel the big dick pulsing in his guts as it kept coming and coming, scorching his guts with saucy semen. The tattooed man remained locked with the boy until certain he'd been drained, and then unceremoniously extracted his dick. Breathing heavily, he bounced off the bed as a wash of creamy cum slimed out of Ryan's wide open hole. Edge wasted nary a moment before jumping into place again and slamming his black member into the juicy chasm. It only took him a few short thrusts before he was contributing to the multitude of multi-racial babies swimming around in Ryan's pussy. Only after the others had their go at the hostage did leader Dred take his pleasure. The others stepped back with reverence as their leader prepared to revel in their sloppy spoils. Approaching the foot of the bed the formidable stud stripped black turtleneck from his body, careful not to dislodge the facial stocking which, like the others, he lifted to the bridge of his nose. Even only partially revealed Lombardo could tell he was a good looking Blatino sonofabitch, possessing the best attributes of his Black and Latin heritage. His lips were full and sexy with an ever-present shadow above the upper and the tuft of a soul patch under the lower. His skin tone was a rich mocha, like coffee with cream. Cheek bones were strong without being angular, giving him a nicely masculine appearance, and his jaw line was squared and firm. Lombardo could only imagine how fine this motherfucker looked with his disguise entirely lifted. Dred's physique was equally impressive. Powerful shoulders were complimented by big arms corded with muscle, a smooth rugged chest and a hard, flat gut with ripples of definition. Nicely rounded pectorals were capped by large purplish nubs. His sole tattoo was a grand one, a medieval dagger and accompanying artistry elbow to shoulder along his left arm. This man's body hadn't been built in any gym. Lombardo recognized the results of hard manual labor---and more'n likely time passed with weight plates in the prison yard. It was the way he had built his own body. Deftly flipping Ryan onto his back the bigger man grasped the teen under his knees and effortlessly yanked him to the edge of the bed. Ryan got his first real look at this final fucker and it was obvious to Lombardo he liked what he saw. Dred was exactly what the kid seemed to covet: a real macho man from the lowest rung of the social ladder with a hint of forbidden danger. Ryan's blue eyes widened, his nostrils flared and his dick throbbed against his abs. Lifting his thick, athletic legs he spread them wide and, showing expert agility, somehow managed to bring them down nearly to his sides. His twitching, pouting asshole was rendered totally vulnerable and steadily pulsing dribbles of deposited cum loads from its slippery lips. Showing no expression Dred undid his zip, dropped his stuff to the floor and kicked himself out of them. Ryan's breath caught in his throat when he saw the man cock jutting out toward him in full erection. The Blatino had to be every bit of Lombardo's twelve inches, a mean looking fucker thick as a wrist covered in root-like veins and topped with a huge, fleshy knob. As both Ryan and Lombardo gaped at the menacing protuberance Dred reached down, easily slipped two fingers into Ryan's boy cunt and scooped out a wad of cum which he then used to coat his pulsing monster. Darker than the rest of him Dred's cock shone like polished mahogany as he brought it closer to Ryan's hole. For a brief moment Ryan thought of resisting, of attempting to scramble away. But the bulbous cockhead was already pressing against his ass mouth; the muscular miscreant was in position and ready to fuck. Ryan clenched his teeth, bore down and the massive sex missile plowed into him. He tossed his sweat-soaked head from side to side frantically. The dick was huge! (Okay, so he'd been serviced by Doc Schwartz, who was a freak of nature, and survived. But this man's prick was something else, indeed.) The vine-like veins wreaked havoc on his now-tender pussy lips and dragged along the slick walls of his ravaged rectum. The big dick kept gaining purchase, relentlessly sinking deeper and deeper into him. It was all over for the jock when the horse cock reached his treasured clit. On immediate contact Ryan sizzled, his body gone into spasms and his dick shooting yet another load of boy cum across his chest and into his face. While Ryan's asshole went into contortions Dred thrust with all his might and buried his unit to his crinkly pubes in the foxy teen. Ryan gasped, fitted sheets were ripped from their corners, and Dred began fucking the life out of the boy. No passive fuck he, Dred went fucking crazy on the quarterback's fuck hole. Plowing and plundering the loosened boy-cunt, he rammed his fat joint up that ass like a pile driver. His rock hard destroyer battered deep up inside the boy mercilessly, slamming with all his might into the sloppy borehole. Each brutal smack of his hips brought Ryan's upper body rising from the bed. He cried out huskily and beat his fists against the savage's chest but the vise-like grip his asshole held on Dred's lusty dick spoke an entirely different story. The hot heavy log crushing his prostate and battering his boy-clit was easily the most pleasurable of the entire gang. Dred crammed his hog to the hilt up Ryan's puss, forcibly shoving it in and out, his groin audibly slapping against the boy's willing haunches. He whisked all the cream of his compatriots and shoved the spent loads further up into Ryan's guts. If hunky Ryan was Rayna she'd be delivering mixed heritage quadruplets in nine months! The others were impressed with Dred's overzealous assault on the white boy's ass, goading him onward with obscene words of encouragement while he ferociously fucked the muscle jock. Throwing a look over his shoulder at Lombardo he commanded in a gravelly voice, "You! Get up here and feed him some cock!" Totally in awe of the Blatino stud Lombardo fell over himself disrobing. Mounting the bed he threw one leg over the boy slut, straddling with his chest facing away from Dred and fed him his convict cock. Sexed up beyond reason Ryan hastily gulped down Lombardo's familiar meat. The swarthy Sicilian moved himself back and forth, sliding his big dick between the teen's lush sucking lips from one end while Dred ravaged him from another. Locking big muscular arm around Lombardo's buttocks, Ryan managed to raise his head from the bed and draw the ex-con closer, ravenously devouring the cock near equal to the one scouring his jock hole. Lombardo was, of course, luxuriating in it all. It had been weeks since Ryan had lain with him and Lombardo, in his own twisted way, was clearly smitten with the boy. The others were like spectators at a fight, still handling their own meat and shouting out vulgar words of encouragement. Despite having already cum twice fidgety Edge was rock hard and looking ready to bust yet another nut. They were beasts at a primitive mating session and Ryan was the not entirely reluctant recipient of their lust. Even with Dred's hefty sex tool stretching him wide the hunky teen sluttishly worked his hips and pushed his ass up against each pounding thrust, ensuring that the wicked prod crashed over his love button again and again. He moaned and whimpered with ecstasy around Lombardo's face fucking prick, sending titillating vibrations through the Sicilian's entire groin. The pummeling of Ryan's jock cunt mercifully ceased when the hung Blatino rammed his weapon gut-deep one final time and, with a hearty bellow, exploded inside the boy. Hot cum torpedoed from his mammoth rod, flooding Ryan's already cum-soaked bowels. Dred proved to be a most virile stud, pumping out one gushing load after another until he'd been fully drained. No sooner had his orgasm waned before Lombardo was tensing, sighing and shooting his own babies down Ryan's velvety throat. As soon as those two fell away from the ravaged quarterback the other three got up on the bed, kneeing their way over to Ryan's sweat-drenched head. With two on one side and Edge kneeling at the top of his head they frantically stroked their beefsteaks, finally erupting waves of hot sticky cum over the muscle boy's handsome face and into his panting maw. Ryan's mouth moved like a young sparrow at feeding time, savoring all the rich, creamy cum offered. Edge, of course, couldn't resist sinking his black dick one last time into Ryan's mouth and forcing all that spent cum down his gullet. And then, as quickly as they appeared, they were gone. Dred directed and his men obeyed. At Lombardo's suggestion they slipped out down the back stairwell and through the lowest quarters of the mansion, with T-Bone detouring to collect Blade. Soon as they disappeared from view the Baldwin men struggled to free themselves from their bonds while Delia remained stolid and shell-shocked. Upstairs in the master bedroom Lombardo smiled with satisfaction as he gazed down at the cum-drenched boy stretched across the mattress. Dropping down atop an understandably dazed Ryan and taking him in his arms he peered into the beautiful, glazed blue eyes and told him, "You did good, boy. Real good. Probably saved your family's lives. And mine. Don't exactly know what it is I'll tell them, but I'll come up with a way to explain how we outsmarted those hoods. For now you need to get yourself into a shower, clean up and get some rest." He began to rise, then halted as he added, "From now on you and me are going back to the way things used to be. Just like I take care of what you need I can also make what happened today look like a birthday party. You don't want to cross Lombardo. You understand me, boy?" Ryan, too fatigued to debate, weakly shook his head. Reaching out, he took Lombardo's offered hand and rose to a seated position at the edge of the bed. Lombardo helped the boy to his feet, down the hallway to the bath and into the shower. With Ryan safely ensconced there he returned to the master suite, aware that he had some housekeeping to attend to. Little bother; it would provide him with time to come up with a story to cover what actually went on. Miles wouldn't buy it but the wife and boys had no reason (or so he thought) to think otherwise. A sly smile played about his goatee-lined lips as he pulled the stained comforter from the bed and worked at setting things to right. The home invasion had actually improved his position in the Baldwin household. He'd work the story to make himself the hero. Rich Delia Coolidge Baldwin would be eternally indebted to him, despite whatever Miles suspected. And Ryan, once again, belonged to him. He'd let the boy rest a night or two after the ordeal he'd been through. But, after that, the hunky jock and his sexy ass would be back downstairs in Lombardo's bed taking care of his main man.