Gang Force Part 1

Gang Force

Part 1

By: Jimmy T Seay

(t+/t oral anal rape gang bang)

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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……..)
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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 began 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, too 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, “You’re 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?