The Pleasures of a Street Thug - Sex Stories

The Pleasures of a Street Thug

... that the young man aimed for his head. Faster than the eye could follow Frog swung his own leg around. It connected at the back of the young man's knees, buckling them. The young man fell forward onto the concrete. Frog handed the wallet to Mike who dug out five hundred dollars cash. He tossed the wallet back on the ground, leaving the traceable plastic intact. "Jinx, will you help our young friend to his feet?" Mike said. Jinx grabbed the young man by the collar of his shirt and hefted him up with one massive hand. With his feet dangling five inches off the ground the young man was all but helpless. Mike stepped up to him and punched the young man square in the jaw. Hard. He unlatched the watch from the young man's wrist and stepped back. Kris stepped in and started wailing on the unfortunate punching bag, suspended from Jinx's hand. After about three minutes of the abuse the young man fell unconscious. "That's enough," Mike barked. "Jinx lay him over there beside that building," Mike paused as the distant sound of thunder rolled past them. "And make sure he is under some sort of cover, we don't want the poor bastard to freeze to death before he wakes up." Mike went and gathered up the young man's wallet and phone. He laid them both under the young man, who's face was beginning to swell and bruise. The young man would be sore and feel like hell for the next few days, but all of his injuries were superficial. Mike just wanted the money, and his boys need a little bit of ...

... action from time to time. However Mike was always around to keep their blood lust in check. The next morning Mike woke up with a raging hard on. It had been too long since the last time he had buried his cock in a woman. The pallet of blankets that made up his bed were badly in need of a wash. As was he. He rolled out from under his blankets and headed to the meager bathroom that he shared with his men. The path to the bathroom was littered with dirty clothes and discarded shoes. Mike kicked the ones in his path aside. With a wicked grin he kicked one particularly large dirty sock at the sleeping Frog. Frog's hand shot up and caught it inches from his face. Mike laughed out loud at the face Frog made as he got a whiff of the offending garment. Mike grabbed the last clean rag and filled the small tub full of water. With a bar of cheap harsh soap Mike scrubbed himself down. Satisfied that he was as clean as he was going to get, he stepped out of the tub. With no towels to dry off with, he headed back into the shared living quarters naked and dripping water. His impressive penis at full attention and leading the way. Jinx and Frog were sitting at the small table sipping instant coffee. Frog eyed Mike's raging member speculatively, "Looks like da boss 'as that itch again fellas." From across the room an excited "Whoohoo," came from Kris, the youngest of the band. Mike looked around the room at his men while he pulled on his cleanest set of clothes. It was amazing how hardship could ...