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Brutal Trucker Sex #15a _Danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:Danhol900@aol.com) 
 

Disclaimer:  This segment takes place on my second day on the job  as 
warehouse slut for Spignotti and Sons distribution Center of Jersey City,  NJ.  You 
should not read this story if male Canine-male human type of  activity offends 
you.  Read on if you choose but you have been  warned!
 
Recap of Chapter 15 for context: 
 
"At the names of Titus and this new guy Max the truckers behind the glass  
cheered in 
unison.  I didn't know what was making them so excited but  the testosterone 
was so 
strong in the room at the mention of these two names  that you could taste 
it.  Maybe the 
truckers were pleased that I'd have  to endure another session with Titus's 
cock lodged 
deep inside me or maybe  this Max guy was an even more worrisome addition.  
Either 
way Mr.  Spignotti's cock was distended and tenting his trousers something 
fearsome and  
Sarge's black cock was dripping precum on the floor ready again to work-over  
a honky 
hole.  
 
I heard dog barks and the truckers outside parted as Joe and the other two  
came into the 
office.  My jaw almost fell to the floor as I looked over  my shoulder and 
saw standing 
there, Joe Bruno holding a snarling Titus and  (most unexpectedly) the 
biggest, blackest 
meanest looking guard dog I had  ever seen.  I broke out in a sweat as I 
heard Mr. 
Spignotti growl; "Now  the fuckin fun can really begin" as the impatient 
truckers cheered 
yet  again..."
 
Chapter 15a:
 
The room erupted in loud raucous humiliating derisive laughter when those  
horned up truckers saw the shocked and panicky look on my face as Joe Bruno led  
Titus and Max into the room.  "Fuckin priceless, god damned fuckin  priceless"
 I heard the testosterone drenched voice of an unknown trucker along  with 
alarming laughter and agreement of his backslapping pals.  I was  horrified at 
the thought of having to take on two dogs, especially after the  vicious 
whipping Mr. Spignotti had just finished inflicting on my  backside.  A blissful Mr. 
Spignotti tilted my face upwards and smiled  demonically down at me, "You 
said any dick bitch.  Now you're gonna live up  to your words or so help me god we
'll cram those fuckin words so far down your  throat you'll be shitting 
fuckin consonants for the next three weeks" as  sadistic hilarity spewed from him 
like salt on my wounds.  The long pink  tube of dog flesh hanging from between 
Titus's legs told me that he recognized  my smell immediately.  Max was 
apparently a veteran stud dog for Spignotti  and Sons Distribution Center and knew 
from experience what a strapped down  figure with a bruised and battered 
backside sticking high in the air  meant.  Max was apparently a black Great Dane, 
Mastiff mix retaining the  height of the Dane with the thick muscled body of 
the Mastiff.  Joe  released both animals who immediately started to acquaint 
themselves with the  feel and smell of my body using their noses and tongues .  
They paid special  attention to my battered rear end apparently smelling the 
bitch gel that Sarge  had used on me earlier.  I was repulsed and strangely 
simultaneously  excited by the novel attention.  Low growls emanated from both 
animals. 
 
Joe announced to the cheering crowd through the open door of the office,  "
See that fuckers, these horny studs are fucking ready to dance with the god  
damned slimy assed bitch already.  Always thinking with your dicks aint'cha  
boys?  Damn I'm gonna have to rein one fuckin bastard back to let the other  have 
first fucks.  These fuckin animals will kill each other for first  crack at a 
hot bitch hole like that.  Kind of like those fuckers out there,  hey Mr. 
Spignotti?" he sneered sarcastically to Mr. Spignotti.   No  laughter flowed from 
outside but any hurt feelings were immediately quenched by  the prospect of 
the future use of my holes using dog cum as lube and subsequent  emptying of 
their own overflowing trucker balls eventually.  "Ahhh fuck", I  heard someone 
say, "nuthin feels better'n fuckin dog cum for lube, man.   Best feeling in the 
world.  You all gotta feel it man, fuckin great..." as  luaghter and howls of 
delight exploded from the surrounding sweat-cover and  grimy horned-up 
truckers.
 
Joe looked me over with a critical eye, ran his calloused hand over my  
tenderized butt watching my reactions then looked from one stud dog to the  other.  
He was clearly weighing all options intellectually and finally  seemed to 
come to a conclusion.  Joe picked up Max's leash, gave it a sharp  snap and tied 
the enormous black dog to a hook in the corner of the office  directly in 
front of my head.  He was positioned so we were face to face,  just five or six 
feet apart.  I couldn't help but notice the huge piece of  shiny black grey dog 
meat Max was packing, even though only a few inches of  semi-hard dog cock was 
bulging from the black sheath it was already as large  around as a coke 
bottle.  My hole twitched in anticipation as the beasts  ears swiveled forward as 
if he understood my thoughts.  I was surprised  that Max's cock was a silvery 
black not pink like Titus the German Shepard's  dick.  Not having much 
experience, I had assumed all dog cock was pink but  apparently Max was from a special 
breed; bred for their exceptional fucking  abilities and stamina according to 
Joe.

Joe informed me, loud  enough for everyone to hear that "poor ole Titus here 
had been just pining away"  ever since my interview; the last time he'd plowed 
and seeded my pussy hole.  "Shit", Joe assured me, "All fuckin Studs need 
constant access to bitch holes,  just to keep a spring in their step, a glossy 
coat and a nice cold and wet  nose.  Don't you agree Mr. Spignotti?"   It wasn'
t clear whether  Joe was referring to the dogs, the truckers or both but Mr. 
Spignotti clearly  agreed not concerned about the ambiguity.  A murmur from 
the impatient  truckers let me know they also agreed. 
 
"Titus mount!" was all Joe had to say for the German Shepard to lunge onto  
my bruised and traumatized back and begin humping me furiously even though his 
 stiffening cock had yet to find its mark.  The course Shepard fur rubbing  
along my welts was excruciating; reminding me just how much damage Mr.  
Spignotti's vicious bull whip dressing down had done to me.  Each movement  caused me 
to whimper and squeal which only seemed to urge Titus on further to  more 
urgently seek his goal.  Finally, his now rigid pink and dripping cock  found my 
bruised, painted pussy lips as he drove his cock into me in a single  forceful 
thrust.  My previous experience with Titus's cock came at the  conclusion of 
a particularly brutal evening of use by every trucker of my  interview 
committee so this new assault on my whipped and traumatized yet still  dry, unused 
and tight hole was shocking.  So much so that the first plunge  actually knocked 
the wind out of me.  I saw stars in my eyes as the pain of  the first tearing 
thrust tore my hole on the inside as completely as Mr.  Spignotti's whip tore 
up my outside.
 
The pain of having Titus's rough fur grinding into my welts was matched by  
the pain of his cock stretching my hole with his dry cock.  Immediately  Titus 
set to work of pounding my hole with all the strength and power he had  with 
absolutely no consideration for me.  I was just a hole for dog cock to  fuck 
and cum inside as I was reminded quite literally of Mr. Spignotti's  admonition 
that I was to take "any cock".  I resigned myself to my fate and  set about 
working through the pain to give the canine cock driving into me as  much 
pleasure as I could.  Finally after what felt like hours of  excruciating pain I 
felt the knot at the base of Titus's cock swell as it was  violently forced 
through and locked down upon my battered and traumatized  hole.  Cheers went up 
from the truckers as Titus and I were locked tightly  together for the second 
time.  With his cock firmly wedged inside me I  expect the beast to quiet 
himself and simply enjoy pumping his dog cum inside my  brutally stretched hole.  
Instead the brute continued his violent humping  tearing at my hole as he 
continued to thrust about with his knot firmly embedded  in my ass.  My yips, 
screeches and moans only seemed to drive the beast on  more as well as to fascinate 
every trucker watching.  I screamed and  squelled in agony which only seemed 
to drive the beast on further and with  greater urgency.  I looked around, 
there wasn't a limp cock in the  house.  Sarge who had only minutes before 
thoroughly enjoyed himself  draining those humungous black balls down my throat was 
sporting one of the  largest cocks in the room.  God damn Sarge was a fuckin 
sex machine, always  ready to plow any hole that presented itself only minutes 
after the last.
 
The pain was incredible and the continued misery was too much for me to  bear 
as tears flowed as much from the pain as the humiliation.  The grimy,  dirty 
and unshaven truckers peering through the door and glass partition were  
enjoying both as howls of derision for me were mixed with shouts of  encouragement 
for Titus.  Titus seemed to relish being the center of  attention and every 
time he did something to make me squeal in agony a cheer  went up from the 
truckers until he learned the proper way to use the new  warehouse cunt.  Finally 
when Titus was firmly locked in my ass and had  turned himself completely 
around so we were facing butt to butt, Mr. Spignotti  turned to the crowd of 
truckers outside asking, "OK fuckers, which one of your  slimy fuckin cocks wants to 
tear up pussy boy's throat cunt, huh?  You got  a completely clear shot with 
dog cock and those god damned straps holding the  bitch hole steady for you."  
 
A guttural shout erupted in unison from the crowd as truckers literally  
clamored over each other trying to get Mr. Spignotti's attention.  Mr.  Spignotti 
took the time to enjoy the moment like an emperor surveying his  subjects.  
Finally, when he was finished basking in the complete power and  control he held 
over his men he imperially stood, surveyed the dirty, grimy,  sweaty and 
unshaven crowd looking directly into the eyes of each and every  desperately 
pleading horny trucker there.  Through this all I could feel  Titus's cock 
twitching and convulsing inside me; knowing he was flooding my  insides with slick, 
hot, potent dog seed.  I heard one nasty fuck shout,  "Bitch is gonna have a 
fuckin litter of Shepard pups by the time Titus is  through with his hole" with a 
testosterone-dripping retort of "fuck that puppies  shit, this bitch is gonna 
have a litter of fuckin litter of baby Vinces  by  the time I've finished 
filling that cunt with my own swimmers".  The second  speaker sounded like Vinton 
Brundt, the "Honey Buns Hockey Champ" from my job  interview .  After what 
seemed like hours Mr. Spignotti pointed to Vinton  Brundt saying, "I like the 
way you think scumbag.  You're up  fucker!!!  Go make yourself a fuckin litter 
of Vinces and make the men of  Spignotti and Sons proud.  Have at the bitch 
throat, fucker" the  disappointment, resnetment and anger of the other truckers 
was palpable.
 
Vinton Brundt pushed his way through the frustrated crowd and strutted over  
to me smiling down at my upturned face as Titus's cock continued to twitch and 
 convulsing inside me.  "Well, well, well, we meet again bitch.  Even  before 
I take you on our little road trip" as an evil grin spread across his  face 
and my heart froze.  I remembered Mr. Spignotti's prize for Vinton  winning the 
hockey championship; a cross country road trip with me as cab pussy  once I 
was finished with Sergeant Carter's boot camp.  
 
Everyone knew about the prize which had caused a bit of tension in the  
warehouse.  I had heard rumors that Brundt was bad mouthing Sarge to his  fellow 
White truckers; trying to spread dissent that "the upity Black Sergeant"  was 
taking too fuckin long with my training and wasting valuable bitch time for  
all of them.  Sarge apparently also knew this as both men glared at each  other 
over my prone body; no love lost between these two nasty  mothafuckers.  "Shit 
that pretty mouth looks even more inviting than I  remember, punk" he 
sneered.  "Sure am gonna tear up that throat pussy a  hell of a lot more than that 
little darkie meat there did", he pointed  condescendingly at Sarge.  "
SHIIITTTT bitch, fuckin slimy monkey dick is  fine to practice on, but you're in the 
big leagues now.  You about to be  fucked by a real man now; learn what real 
fuckin is boy and you sure as shit  gonna learn to appreciate the unique power 
of good ole red white an blue Aryan  dick."  
 
As Brundt said this, the swastika tattoo on his heavily tattooed left  
forearm was suddenly very visible to me.  I put two and two together  realizing that 
Brundt was some kind of white supremacist or even a Nazi  skinhead.  No 
wonder there was tension and down right hatred between Sarge,  a proud Black man 
and Brundt, a proud white man.  Dread filled me as I  hoped against hope they 
wouldn't use me as a way to flaunt their superiority  over each other.  
Unfortunately my worse fears were about to be  realized.  Brundt grabbed my head and 
twisted it upwards painfully spewing  a thick, gooey gob of slimy spit right 
onto my face; coating my eyes and  dripping onto my nose and lips.  My face 
reddened with the shame as the  bastard snorted, "Fuck that looks pretty, god 
damned fuckin pretty faggot face"  as he spread his spit all over my face with his 
left hand; slowly feeding his  disgusting spit into my mouth.  Brundt stared 
directly at Sergeant Carter  as he did this and the implication was very clear 
to me and everyone in the  room; that Brundt wished it was Sarge's face he 
was spitting into.  They  held their gaze for a long time until finally he 
looked down at me in such a way  that I knew instinctively he wanted me to suck his 
fingers clean of his spit so  I swallowed my pride along with the 
slime-coated fingers.  Brundt started  to face fuck my mouth with two then three fingers 
making me gag each time he  forced his way down my twisted throat; the whole 
time staring with intense  hatred at Sarge.  
 
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw clearly that Brundt had  removed 
his pants and was sporting a huge thick cock that rivaled Sarge's in  length 
and girth.  Looking from one to the other it was clear that these  men were as 
different as two men could be.  Vinton Brundt was a muscle  bound, biker-type 
trucker with a shaved head and large dark walrus moustache;  heavily tattooed 
on every inch of his body and covered with course black hair,  the distinct 
odor of sweat and cigars, a slopping forehead with unibrow with a  face that 
was so ugly only his mother could find it attractive.  What he  lacked in 
classic beauty he made up for with raw animal magnetism.  The  sadistic trucker 
oozed power and lust from every sweaty, grim covered pore of  his body.  My dick 
swelled in spite of my intense fear.
 
Sarge on the other hand had a refined, cat-like physique with shiny black  
smooth skin and tight sinewy muscles that made him look like he'd fit in as  
easily in an orgy at the Trove or in a Tux in a European casino.  In all  this 
time I had never actually seen Sarge completely naked, he always wore his  tan 
supervisor uniform like it was an integral part of him.  The only  tattoo I 
ever saw on him was the PUSSY POUNDER tattoo at the base of his  magnificent 
black cock.  For me the only important difference between the  two rivals was that 
Sarge's hairy black balls were heavier than Brundt's.   In all the men were 
complete opposites which only seemed to intensify their  rivalry.  
 
Once Brundt's fingers were clean and he'd tired of his little game of  
finger fucking my throat the son of a bitch hauled off and backhanded me as my  
head snapped painfully 180 degrees around.  I heard sadistic laughter  coming 
from both Brundt and Mr. Spignotti as both men's natural sadistic  tendencies 
only encouraged the other.  Brundt squatted down so that his  humungous tan 
colored cock was inches from my face.  I could smell many  days of cum and piss 
wafting from his unwashed cock.  The smell attacked my  nostrils and sent a wave 
of nausea over me.  My rock hard cock was  painfully bent downward against the 
leather hump of the board, a clear visible  indication that what my mind 
wanted and my body wanted were very  different.  All the truckers watching and Mr. 
Spignotti seemed to get a  kick out of this as more flashes, clicks and 
whirls told me photos were going to  document my true feelings in film.
 
I fought the urge to vomit as Brundt's slick rigid pole was forced between  
my lips; my head firmly guided by Brundt's strong grease covered and calloused  
hands.  Instinct took over as he swiftly slammed his monster cock directly  
down my throat; a cheer went up from the truckers waiting at the door.   Brundt'
s balls were slammed heavily against my chin and my painted lips were  
painfully stretched across the thick base of his cock.  "God damn this  fucker feels 
fine, like a god damned fucking pussy in his face" Brundt spat as  he started 
to thrust his rigid cock full stroke into my mouth.  I saw the  flash and 
heard the click and whirl of Polaroid cameras producing more photos to  document 
this newest degradation.
 
The sadistic son of a bitch Brundt started to power fuck my throat almost  
immediately and it was clear he was trying to make me gag with each  thrust.  
When I would gag, which was on every third thrust or so, Brundt  would proclaim 
(loud enough for Sarge and the other truckers to hear) "Fuckin  choke on my 
Aryan cock, bitch.  This aint just darkie meat boy, you're  gonna get fucked by 
a real man now" as snickers murmured from the white truckers  and the Black 
truckers all became silent and sullen.  With each power  thrust the white 
truckers would cheer Brundt on; shouting things like, "That's  right Brundt, fuck 
that bitch hole", "Tear that hole up, fucker" and "grind me a  pound of 
fuckin hamburger you Nazi son of a bitch you, grind me a fuckin pound"  as each 
witty reply was met with laughter and cajoling from the white  truckers.
 
At this point Vinton Brundt was like a kid who was suddenly the center of  
attention, showing off for his White buddies and glaring over at Sarge with real 
 hatred and challenge in his eyes.  The encouragement from Brundt's fellow  
white truckers and hatred of Sarge only drove the bastard on to greater and  
greater pounding of my throat.  With Titus's cock still buried in my butt  and 
with my elbows and knees securely strapped onto the board over the leather  
hump there was nothing to do but try to relax my throat and take that  
sickeningly smelly and slimy Aryan cock down my throat.  When the  disgusting smell 
would hit my nostrils it was all I could do to stop myself from  vomiting.  Each 
time I gagged a new cheer and witty comment would erupt  from the White 
spectators only encouraging Brundt onto greater and greater  savagery on my throat.  
 
Apparently a relaxed throat rape was not going to get Brundt the results he  
was after.  Just when my throat muscles had become accustomed to the  assault 
Brundt would haul off and traumatize me further with extremely painful  kidney 
punches.  One, two, three, four the punches rained down on my back  as my 
body instinctively tried to escape this newest assault.  The pain had  the effect 
Brundt was after as my throat and pussy muscles convulsed in unison;  trying 
desperately to work both the embedded dog cock and Brundt viciously power  
fucking cock free from my holes.  The spasms only locked Titus's cock  tighter 
inside me and sent shivers down Brundt's spine with each involuntary  milking 
along his rigid fuck stick.  The click and whirls of Polaroids  immortalized my 
shame.
 
After what felt like hours or continual punches in my mouth and over my  
kidneys I could tell the Brundt was getting close to finally unloading all that  
pent up trucker cum; his balls began to contract closer to his body slapping me 
 closer to my stretched painted lips.  I heard the low testosterone drenched  
groan of a man on the verge as Brundt spat out, "Fuck yeah.  Oh fuck  yeah.  
Yeah take it bitch, take my fucking seed bitch.  AAARGGHHH,  NNNMMMPH, Yeah.  
Fuck yeah.  Take all my fuckin load bitch, swallow me  down".  I knew he'd be 
filling my mouth with an incredible amount of slimy  Aryan "swimmers" but I 
was unprepared for the first powerful spurt of fuck juice  from Brandt's cock. 
 A thick rope of cum hit the back of my throat with so  much force that my 
mouth was instantly filled to capacity.  So much so that  the next powerful 
plunge left no place for the next shot as my cheeks swelled in  a vain attempt to 
keep all his precious cum in my mouth.  I knew better  than to insult the man 
by letting even a drop of his cum hit the floor.   Through all this Brundt 
kept up his power fucking, enjoying the startled look on  my face as I suddenly 
worried about how I was going to handle all this fuck  juice.  Some of the 
precious slimy goo oozed from the corners of my mouth  but I was trying 
desperately to swallow the load in between thrusts of that  furious beige fuck tube.  I 
was unsuccessful as the final instinctive seed  planting thrusts drove the 
overflow fuck juice out my nose and onto my lips;  coating both my face and the 
shaft of Brundt's cock with his own fuck  juices.  This extra lubrication only 
intensified Brundt's pleasure as his  slick dick continued to pummel my poor 
throat without obstruction.  He  finished his complete rape of my throat with a 
series of short stabbing motions  shouting, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck Fuck Yeah.
" As his balls were clearly drained;  at least for the moment.
 
At the very moment Brundt was stabbing me with his spent fuck pole Titus's  
knot finally dislodged from my traumatized butt hole as the monster dog cock  
swung free, followed by a loud sloppy farting sound as several ounces of hot  
potent dog cum was expelled, coating my balls and legs with dog seed.   Brundt 
and the others heard this as my face reddened with this new shame. Brundt  
grabbed my hair and twisted my face up to look me directly in the eyes and  
examined his handiwork on my face.  He sneered, "God damn you're one fuckin  
disgusting bitch fuck. A fuckin god damned cock whore who'll do fuckin anything  to 
get cock, any god damned cock, won't you bitch?  How 'bout it scumbag,  you 
want to drink my piss too don't you?  Fucking bitch like you will take  
anything that comes out of an Aryan cock and be fuckin grateful, won't you  slut?" 
as new murmurs rippled through the White members of the audience.   Brundt 
shifted his gaze from my prone body to Sarge as he was saying this,  intensive 
hatred still filling his eyes even after unloading down my traumatized  throat.
 
Brundt's cock was still hard and poking at the opening of my throat as I  
felt the first spurts of hot putrid liquid burning my raw tenderized lining of  
my throat.  I tried desperately to pull my head away put Brundt had my  firmly 
by the hair so my mouth became nothing but a toilet for this powerful and  
domineering man.  The hot piss burned my throat but the tears that flowed  were 
more about the utter shame I felt being used as a toilet by the man who so  
brutally used me as a cum-dump only seconds earlier.  I swallowed the  burning 
fetid liquid as fast as possible but even then much of it dribbled from  my lips 
onto my face and onto my chest.  By the time the powerful stream  finally 
slowed and stopped I was completely broken; unable to even lift my head  as the 
humiliation and pain hit me like a ton of bricks.  Tears streamed  down my 
face; I was sobbing pleading with Brundt to please let me be.   Seeing me 
completely broken like that only made the sadistic bastard's cock jump  once again as 
my eyes popped open with the fear the son of a bitch would  continue.
 
My psyche collapsed as I heard Brundt ask Mr. Spignotti, "How 'bout it  
Boss?  Mind if I start on that litter of baby Vinces now?  Bitch pussy  is free 
since Titus is done seeding it.  Fuck I'd sure as shit like to see  how it feels 
to use dog cum as fuckin lube.  Might be just 'bout the best  lube around, I'
m told" to laughter from the surrounding truckers.  Mr.  Spignotti, like a 
ringleader, simply nodded in the direction of Vinton Brundt as  an expectant 
smile spread across his strong Sicilian face like he was preparing  for a show to 
begin.
 
Brundt crouched down by my weeping sobbing face, grabbed my head by the  hair 
and pulled my head up so we were just inches apart.  God damn his  breath was 
horrible, I could smell garlic and cigars as I fought the urge to  vomit once 
again.  With his eyes locked on mine he spat out loud enough for  everyone to 
hear, "You're a lucky god damned fuckin bitch tonight.  You  know that 
shithead?  You're gonna enjoy your own special private fuckin  Thanksgiving 
tonight.  And none of that slimy dark meat that's been forced  on you bitch, no 
fuckin drumsticks tonight.  No siree, tonight you're  getting Grade A, prime white 
meat.  You're gonna have your fill of fuckin  Aryan meat till its coming out 
your fuckin eyeballs.  We understand each  other here boy?  You understand what 
I'm saying to you cunt?"  This  was meant as much for me as for Sarge.
 
I nodded my head; too petrified to anger that bastard Brundt anymore than  he 
already was.  Brundt then informed his audience of horny truckers and  Mr. 
Spignotti, "Think I'll untie the punk so he can really enjoy a true Aryan  fuck"
 as the straps were removed from my arms and legs.  I was made to  stand and 
parade myself in front of the horny truckers, many of whom had begun  to drift 
into the Shift Supervisor's Office for a better view.  The white  truckers 
seemed very pleased with Brundt's handiwork on my face and body so far,  the 
Black truckers seemed self consciously unimpressed. Brundt's cock was fully  hard 
again and dripping precum from the uncut head as he roughly forced me back  
into a kneeling position.  Apparently I was going to be his willing bitch  fuck 
tonight; taking it doggie style like a real bitch would.  No need to  tie 
down a hungry bitch hole and besides any bitch would be hungry for Aryan  cock; 
at least in the mind of Vinton Brundt.
 
The doggie-style fuck was rapid and brutal and hurt me so much that by the  
end of it I was completely covered with sweat and was pleading for Brundt to  
please finish.  He took this to mean that I was begging for my ass to be  
filled with precious Aryan seed.  He got a real kick out of this.  He  finished his 
fuck by power fucking (pulling his cock completely free from my  hole and 
slamming it back in to the balls with each and every thrust) my  whipped, bruised 
traumatized hole.  He used every ounce of his strength to  pound my hole 
mercilessly; which was extremely considerable.  As he pumped  his seed into my 
pussy a cheer went up from all the truckers surrounding us, not  only from the 
White truckers but the Blacks and Hispanics too.  The only  person not 
applauding Brundt's finale was Sarge who stood glaring at Brundt with  complete hatred, 
a fact not lost on Mr. Spignotti.
 
With his final brutal thrust into my hole he whipped his rock hard cock  free 
from my hole and stood over me with his hands folded across his chest and  
sneered while looking directly at Sarge, "Now that's fuckin punk.  You been  
fuckin seeded by a real man now, bitch; a fuckin god damned son of a bitch  
Aryan.  No more need for that pitiful excuse of fuckin by darkie over  there", he 
nodded in Sarge's direction, "once they go Aryan they never go back"  to 
hoots and hollers from all the horny white truckers.  You could feel the  hatred 
emanating from each of these strong domineering men as they stood  towering 
over me with my upturned ass leaking a constant stream of Aryan and  German 
Shepard seed.  The tension was so strong I was afraid a race riot  would breakout 
at any moment.  I remained cowering on my knees like this  for what felt like 
hours, angry sneers on Brundt's and Sarge's faces and a  subtle knowing smile 
on Mr. Spignotti's face.  It felt like a volcano was  about to erupt .
 
Finally, the spell was broken when Mr. Spignotti asked, "OK fuckers, that's  
enough.  Great job there Brundt.  Now which mother fuckin son of a  bitch 
trucker wants to double team the bitch with ole Max over there?"  Max  had 
witnessed the entire series of events which was obvious from the humungous  
grey-black tube of dock cock jutting from between his black hairy legs.  Immediately I 
heard Sarge say, "I'm up to the task, Sir.  Let me and Max  work the bitch 
over the Black way.  Show you all how we 'black' our honkies  in the Army".  
Cheers went up from the surrounding truckers, just more  loudly from the Black 
truckers who had migrated around my kneeling body so they  could get a good 
view of the up coming festivities.
 
   This is a good place to end Chapter 15a of Titus Too.   Please let me know 
if you are enjoying the story so far and if you have ideas or  suggestions I'
d love to hear them.  Write me at _danhol900@aol.com_ 
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