Black Fist
Black Fist
no series
(Same as MPI-102)
$1.95
Excerpt
“You gotta admit, he can take it,” Sonny said, observing the scene. Frank turned to him, irritated by the comment.
“You’re full of shit yourself, Sonny,” Frank said.
Sonny’s eyes went cold, and his mouth clamped together in a thin line.
He backed off. Frank felt his cock lurching to life, as he sensed his power over the men. When he confronted any of the men, they always backed off. The feeling was indescribable to the enraged man. Every time he defeated someone, a little of the cramping in his gut would fade, giving him a moment’s respite.
“You’d be a real nice guy, Frank, if you weren’t such a bastard,” Sonny said.
By now, the enema bag was empty and Frank pulled the nozzle of the enema out of Denny’s asshole with a gesture of annoyance.
“Would you like to put your attention to the test?” Frank said, rounding on the huge man.
“No, man, I wouldn’t.”
“Chicken-shit!” Frank snarled.
Behind him, Denny moaned.
“No chicken-shit. You just go crazy, man.”
“I ain’t crazy!” Frank snarled.
“You sure are! You go overboard! Beating the kid so hard you bruised his back, and then acting as if he’s some kind of pansy who doesn’t belong here!” Sonny retorted.
“If I’m so crazy, get me put away,” Frank said, returning to his prey.
“I think you already been put away, man,” another man said. Frank turned to see Wade standing close behind Sonny.
“What do you know?” Frank hissed.
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