Carlos Cortez, the dark, handsome Latino detective slowly dressed in the trendy clothes of the Hip Hop milieu. The twenty-four year old wanted to appear as inconspicuous as possible for the ordeal that lie ahead. Tonight had to be a success. Tonight he had to prove to his dad, once and for all, that he had the guts, brains and balls to be a first-rate International investigative agent. He was forever trying to live up to his father's expectations; his father, the city commissioner. But no matter what the effort, his father had never displayed one iota of approval since he joined the police force 15 months earlier; right after 4 collegiate years of Administration of Justice studies and a stint at the police academy.

In his brief tenure as an undercover operative, he had aided immeasurably in cracking wide open a child pornography network; a money laundering scheme, and a Sicilian opium trafficking operation. Carlos Cortez's phenomenal skill to effortlessly ingratiate himself with the most bizarre of human types was his forte. He instinctively got to the core of the criminal game at hand, and then efficaciously handed the situation over to local law enforcers.

But tonight's assignment would prove to be the most challenging to-date. A billion dollar Firearms/Crack/Ecstasy operation had been holding firm and impenetrable for over a year. Up until three months ago, all contact points only resulted in the arrest of mere third-rate perpetrators on the criminal plateau. And yet, in a matter of hours, another fully-functional operational site was set up, and thousands of dollars of business sales continued. Such swiftness to recover losses and to immediately set up operations elsewhere in a matter of hours had to be an organization that was hotly financed by multi-millions, if not billions, of dollars. And the severity of it's impact on the American landscape came close to it bordering on a national security threat. Up until three months ago, no one knew where the money was coming from. But following a concentrated surveillance of all the previously-arrested perpetrators, it was uncovered that the financing of that militant operation fell at the door of multi-millionaire, gansta Hip Hop artist, Al Shalbor. He was connected via long term money laundering and a multitude of business transactions with all those second and third-rate hustling underlings. Al Shalbor...America's Hip Hop gangsta Hero! Son of a bitch! And not only that, but further investigations revealed that even though the hip hop star's persona was super heterosexual, Al Shalbor had a great unquenchable thirst for lusty teen-age Latinos boys.

So, tonight, using the code name "Ricco Karma", the 24-year-old undercover agent was about to pose as an 18-year-old avid fan of the international hip hop star, and was going to "do anything" to prove himself a loyal fan. And while doing so, become an agent provocateur of the first order. Besides Carlos Cortez's naturally youthful appearance, over the past month he had lost ten pound and had allowed his hair to grow out. And no doubt, at the moment he looked like the most desirable 18-year-old Latino hottie on the planet.

An hour later, "Ricco Karma", found himself cautiously trodding up a garbage-littered alleyway toward the designated rendezvous site. He still questioned if he could go through with it - whether he had the courage to have anal sex with the lion-dicked rapper. Carlos had experienced the usual preteen and early-teen sex-exploration with other boys --mutual masturbation and sometimes sucking off a best buddy's cock. But he had put aside all those childhood indulgences to religiously pursue his career in law enforcement.

But, now, this landmark assignment as undercover agent provocateur to bring down the head player in a billion dollar arms/drugs deal was causing him a bit of consternation. The stratagem to entrap a world-famous "manly" entertainer by having sex with him could be a catastrophe if he wasn't careful. Yet a very large part of Carlos' psyche hungered for that anticipated sexual liaison. A hungering which could result in him bastardizing the entire well-thought-out public safety caper.

Shaking his baseball-capped head, he instantly gathered his professional resolve, and softly laughed to himself for thinking so negatively. Quickly he acknowledged that it was no time for girlish indulgences, as his mind wandered to all the useless carnage being unleashed in the Middle East, and elsewhere, as result of the black-market availability of lethal firearms. And supposedly, Al Shalbor was the enemy, and was wholly instrumental as supplier of great sums of money to ensure those weapons were trafficked to foreign radicals. Informants were ninety-seven per cent positive that the high-profile gangsta rapper was the sole-money scheme behind the recent multi-million dollar weapons exchange to Saudi Arabia and Palestine.

Carlos Cortez's career and flawless reputation was on the line. Without doubt had to go through with it, diligently using the expert training of emotional/psychological detachment he had been taught so well.

Suddenly, a blinding flashlight beam found his youthfully handsome Latino's man's face and it steadied there. Squinting, "Ricco" stood stoically still and called across the fifteen foot distance, "Who is it?"

"You Ricco Karma?" growled a cold, guttural, masculine voice.

"Yes sir!" confirmed Ricco, using the excited voice of an eager hip hop fan.

"Follow me, and keep yer mouth shut!" responded the harsh voice.

Lowering the light, the huge hulking frame of a man turned and walked back toward the further end of the alley. Ricco, with catlike grace mimicked the long strides of the light-bearer. At the corner of the alley they turned onto a dimly-lit street. Down that street sat a silver-grey stretch-limousine. The huge male leading the way reached a door of the vehicle, opened it, and beckoned to Ricco to pick up his pace. The handsome undercover agent got to the car and slid onto a leopard-skinned covered seat. The interior revealed a bar stocked with a variety of alcoholic beverages, a 25-inch color television set, a phenomenal DVD/itunes setup, a tray of exotic foods, and..........dressed in a white linen suite, a white fedora, and a white overcoat thrown over his broad shoulders sat the very handsome, and the very black, international gangsta rapper, Al Shalbor.

Carlos Cortez aka Ricco Karma was somewhat impressed by this regal, ostentatious show, in spite of himself.

"No...Sit over here by me!" smoothly announced the velvet-voiced Hip Hop performer, patting the leopard skinned covered seat. Ricco did as he was told.

As Ricco slid next to the black beauty, Al Shalbor's large ebony right hand slipped up and down on the Latino lawman's dungaree-clad thigh. Ricco crushed down an urge to winch from the heated contact of the huge, hot, black, hand.

"You're even more gorgeous than my spies told me, man. DAMN! You shur are one hot and sexy Spanish cat!" mewed Al Shalbor into the ear of Ricco Karma.

Music spewing seductively from every speaker in the car suddenly seduced the attention of them both. Al Shalbor gave Ricco a quick, thick-lipped peck on the check and then said that his just-dropped CD was playing; and that he was sure that his brown-eyed, bootylicious fan, Ricco, wanted to listen to it too. Feigning the persona of a love-struck hip hop aficiando, Ricco Karma gushed his enthusiasm.

They rode in silence as the undercover agent listened to the brilliantly produced music wail out the sizzling, sensuous words of an ego-centric black man whose sole focus in life was given to material excess and loud eruptions and explosions of every kind.

They arrived at Al Shalbor's apartment building. As the hip-hop star and his entourage entered the front door, Ricco Karma was spirited away to a side door and brought up to the condo via the freight elevator.

Ricco calmly sat on the over-stuffed white leather sofa as Al Shalbor moved toward him with a martini. Reaching up to take the offered cocktail, Ricco's hand was grabbed by Al Shalbor's huge left hand and he placed the lawman's hand on the front of his white linen trousers.

"I've got something better for you to drink right here, baby!" said the Black man, rubbing Ricco's hand up and down the length of his huge, erect throbbing cock beneath the trousers. "Don't ya wanna taste it, Reeeeee-co?" continued the horny rapper.

Ricco Karma thought that he would be able to go through with this in a professional, detached, unemotional manner. But minute-by-minute he grew more and more disoriented from his overwhelming arousal, induced by the voice, attitude, scent and touch of the relentlessly charismatic superstar that held him trapped within his enthralling charm.

Finally, to hell with reason and restraint, thought Ricco....he wanted Al Shalbor! He wanted Al Shalbor bad!! He wanted to unashamedly thrill to the powerful and restrained sexual appetite of Al Shalbor! He wanted to lose himself in all the majestic control that that ebony body had to sexually offer. He wanted to become a recipient of some of those lusty words. He wanted to experience some of those sweaty acts that Al Shalbor sang about and rapped about on his CDs. And he didn't want to believe that it was for any other reason than the primitive reality of mindlessly wanting to be completely ravaged sexually by this savage, godlike prince of Afrika.

Al Shalbor sensed that urgency. He felt it as surely as the Morning Glory begins to unfold to the first kissing rays of the rising, nurturing sun. He felt all that untapped lust simmering, bubbling and boiling deeply within the young Latino loins of Ricco Karma. He couldn't wait to get his tongue into that sweet boyish mouth -- and get his mammoth black prick way up inside that sweet, virginal, almost-hairless butt.

Bringing Ricco's rubbing hand up to his lips, Al Shalbor kissed each finger. Then reaching down he pulled the trim, perfectly proportioned, five-foot-nine, one-hundred- and-fifty-five-pound body of the sweaty, aroused Latino up to him.

Ricco's body melted into the arms of the chiseled, rock-hard, six-foot body of Al Shalbor. The man-beast lustily scanned the dreamy, light-brown depths of Ricco's eyes. He visibly shuddered as he brought his full, moist, Afrikan lips to the cool small mouth of Ricco. Upon impact, they both ravenously sucked at each other's mouths as if both their lives were to end in five minutes, and both wanted to suck as much life from the other as possible.

They loudly groaned and moaned, gasped and grunted their mutual approval, as their trim tight bodies hotly ground and fiercely gyrated against the other in primordial want and need.

"Oh, gaddam, baby, baby, baby! Where the fuck you been all my life?!" crazily mumbled Al Shalbor as his tongue traveled around and then deep inside Ricco's left ear. His wandering full lips experienced the silken locks of his shock of coal-black hair. Ricco's entire body was trembling aflame with feelings and sensations never before felt in his brief life. His young heart thundered wildly inside his chest, as Al Shalbor's big thick black dick rhythmed wildly against his taut stomach. He wanted to devour every inch of Al Shalbor. He wanted Al Shalbor to devour every inch of him. He wanted to do a hundred millions things all at once to Al Shalbor.

"Come on, baby, take it easy..", said Al Shalbor, placing his large left hand behind the excited undercover agent's head, and stroked his hair with the right. Looking deeply into Ricco's sex-crazed brown eyes, he whispered: "Take your time, sweet boy. We've got all night. You gonna get everything you and want, and then some, okay, sweetheart? Okay? Okay?"

Al Shalbor once again found those sweet Latino lips, with his huge hands, simultaneously, discovering the belt to Ricco's baggy pants. When the pants finally fell to the floor, Al Shalbor grabbed Ricco's young golden asscheeks and began to crazily knead and squeeze the velvety flesh there. Ricco went nuts. He literally went out of his mind. Crazily, he began licking and sucking Al Shalbor's face while he tore open the Black man's white shirt and commenced rubbing and massaging the hard, smooth, perfectly-chiseled definition of the hot black skin of that million-dollar chest. The sensations born of that intimate touching catapulted the undercover agent's consciousness into an even more intense sexual frenzy. He had never before felt anything so warm, lush and other-worldly-erotic as the lustrous black skin of this gorgeous Negro super star.

"Mutha fucka, you is on fire ain't ya! Damn, bitch! Make love to me, mutha fucka!" shouted Al Shalbor, lifting Ricco off his feet, completely ridding him of his baggy jeans and boxers. Throwing him back down on the couch, Al Shalbor then quickly removed Ricco's timberland boots, and ripped off his tee shirt.

Carlos "Ricco Karma" Cortez lay there on the couch naked and golden as a newborn babe. His breathing was deep and lusty; his seven inch penis quaked and trembled, violently; rigidly leaping and stretching out from his hard trim stomach. Al Shalbor's burning, sex-glazed eyes whipped up and down the seeming apparition as he unbuckled his own white linen pants and unleashed that mammoth black truncheon. It sprang out and pointed straight up, pounding erratically on his chiseled black stomach. It had to be at least ten or eleven inches long and about 6 inches round. The overwhelming sexual musk that was being generated by this kingly tool caused Ricco's eyes to water and tear with cock-stretching joy.

Ricco was so mesmerized by the sight and scent of that shining tableau that he almost felt faint. It was all too real; it was all too beautiful. Ricco hypnotically watched as the humongous black cock floated toward him in a dreamlike mist. When it reached him, its giant fleshy head began to paint traces on his flushed bronze face from the copious release of pre-come it's love-eye ushered forth. The gigantic head, with its river of pre-come, found those small Latino lips and Ricco instinctively opened them wide to gleefully accommodate the rare, precious Afrikan treasure. Seemingly in a trance, his eager hands followed the intoxicating scent of the huge scum sack, and he greedily fondled them as he drank the leaking ambrosia from the big, black fleshy fountain. Slowly, ever so slowly, his wanderlust hands began to travel the hairy trail beneath those balls to that hirsute haven that surrounded the rapper's heavenly hole. Every nerve and cell of Ricco's body was acutely awaking with soul-quivering sexual electricity. And still, with everything being so beatifically real and fulfilling, he was still sure that he dreamt it all. And in that dream came the further empowering realization that all those millions upon millions of girls and women in the world who idolized Al Shalbor, spending millions upon millions on his CDs and concerts and products, would all be willing to sell their souls to be where he, himself, was right now! This thought was the last straw. He was now on the threshold of a mind-blasting orgasm. He began to hump his body and groan into Al Shalbor's oozing cock while he savagely pulled at the black man's giant hairy nuts.

"You're ready to blow, ain't ya, babe?", mumbled Al Shalbor, opening his eyes when he sensed the intense ejaculatory-vibe emitting from Ricco. Swiftly twisting out of Ricco's grasp, Al Shalbor rapidly contorted himself around on the couch, shoving his sweaty ass into the Latino's face, while his face came into contact with Ricco's crotch. In a flash, he wrapped his full, wet, sensual lips around both the raging erect seven-inch penis and the tightening balls. Frantically, Al Shalbor sucked Ricco's hairy cock and balls. Fiercely, the Black man's hot wet tongue licked and lathed the sweet hot trembling cock in his scalding, wet mouth. After three or four wild humps up into Al Shalbor's devouring mouth, while hanging onto that black hairy sweaty ass, Ricco screamed out like a crazed beast as he released jet after jet of hot, thick Latino jism into the waiting, appreciative mouth of the black, hip hop prince.

"Uuuuummmmm! Uuuuummmm! Uuuummmmm!" moaned Al Shalbor following each copious squirt of Ricco's juice into his eager, salivating mouth. And those squirts kept coming and coming and coming. With the scent of Al Shalbor's ass, balls and cock in his flared nostril, the stimulating factor was so overwhelming that Ricco's feverish arousal would not wane. He just continued to lie there writhing and squirming and moaning, generously feeding his ecstatic black host the very thing that he so secretly lived for.

But what Carlos Cortez secretly lived for, and what he professionally was, were two disparate poles. He was, professionally, here in this 29-year-old, multi-millionaire hip-hop performer's condo to pinpoint his involvement in drug and arms trafficking and money laundering -- there to surreptitiously seduce Al Shalbor into answering a few questions to help convict him of this involvement. The questions he needed confirming were: Does Al Shalbor have money in numbered Swiss accounts, and does Al Shalbor possess a covert alliance with a Saudi prince. As per the surveillance of the rapper for the three months, affirmative answers to these questions would send him up the river for a long time. Yet, privately, he too harboured secret longings just like Al Shalbor, and he'd been living for this moment for a long time.

And for sure, Al Shalbor had totally mesmerized undercover agent, Carlos "Ricco Karma" Cortez. His worldly charisma had utterly and completely over-lorded him. Momentarily, Mr. Karma felt so inordinately complete, fulfilled and whole, as result of this superstar black man's skilled love making.

"Whew!' said Al Shalbor, jumping up, "You sure is one hot mutha fucka! You are definitely a keeper, mi bello chico! I think I've found me a wife! Come on, let's go get something to eat. Are ya hungry?"

Pulling "Ricco" up off the couch by the hand, he led him toward the kitchen from the spaciousness of the cathedral-like living room of the condo. Off to the right Ricco spied the den. He wanted to check it out. After asking his host the whereabouts of the bathroom, he moved in that direction, telling Al Shalbor he'd join him the kitchen in a few minutes.

Quickly taking a long leak, Ricco departed the bathroom to search through the large den. He had been advised by his supervisor to look for any Middle Eastern art and to carefully scan any documents penned in Arabic.

In the dimly lit room, Ricco found a vast collection of authentic Egyptian art, as well as quite a few masterpiece art copies. It was an impressive room and the young lawman was warmly seduced by its exotic charm and good taste. For several minutes he found it difficult taking his gaze from an exquisitely beautiful ancient Egyptian artifact. The statue was a bright blue Faience Ushabti for Horem-Heb. Its period was 680 - 525BC. Ricco was hypnotized by it.

"Did you get lost, babe?" asked Al Shalbor, silently moving up behind a startled Ricco.

"Ah, yah!", cooed Ricco, turning around and placing his arms around the hard, satiny, sculpted body of Al Shalbor, "I was sidetracked by the really cool collection of ancient Afrikan art." Standing there in Al Shalbor's embrace, Ricco couldn't believe he was totally naked with this beautiful black man who seemed to be totally enthralled by him. But, swiftly, again, he struggled hard to keep his focus on why he was there.

"Yeah, well, dude, I'm the only Afrikan art you need to concern yourself with tonight", grumbled Al Shalbor, roughly pulling Ricco more tightly to him, kissing him hard, deep, and hungrily. The Latino lawman felt himself being pulled from his reason for being there. And there was a narrow window in which to achieve what he had been assigned to do. So, he tried very cleverly to ease out from Al Shalbor's tight, lustful embrace. He needed time to find information. Thus far all he'd gotten was a mighty-fine toss in the hay.

Al Shalbor bristled at the rejection. He couldn't believe it. He was used to always getting his way -- was used to being worshipped and idolized - was used to being sexually obeyed until he got bored and toss his boy-toys out. Reaching out, he cruelly grabbed Ricco by his shock of lustrous ebony hair and forced him to look him in the face, "What? What? What's this shit, bitch?" he growled; his bright eyes flickering and burning with quiet rage. The black rapper seriously stared-down Ricco's handsome face. And what a face it was; that beautiful mouth that demanded to be kissed.

Savagely, Al Shalbor crushed his thick nigga lips to the undercover agent's mouth. Ravenously, he pushed his thick, long tongue deeply into Ricco's throat. He heard the Latino dude moan and commence to suck greedily on the intruding licker. Al Shalbor tasted the warm, lush saliva of "Ricco Karma". It was like sipping some heady, masculine nectar, with a powerful kick. Lust burned and blazed hotly in the rapper's virile loins. His hands slid aggressively up and down Ricco's body, going around his back, and cupping and squeezing the firm globes of his tight, satiny ass. He crushed his hard, hot, black, naked body against Ricco. He could feel the Latino boy's dick jerking and twitching and ready to spring into action as well.

Abruptly, Al Shalbor stepped away from him. "Come on", he said, "I gotta take a leak", and commenced to lead Ricco back into the bathroom. Inside, he told the undercover agent to hold his cock and guide it toward the toilet bowl while he pissed. Ricco did so. Then, just before he began to urinate, he commanded Ricco to get on his knees and kiss the head of his big black dick while he pissed. For some reason, this sent a delicious thrill of passive excitement throughout Ricco's body. He gave a subtle moan of excitement as he dropped to his knees in front of Al Shalbor. His brown eyes radiated brightly with flickering, erotic lights as he happily obeyed Al Shalbor's command.

With the throbbing prick tightly in his hand, Ricco felt the piss begin to flow up through the organ and out the piss slit. There on his knees, Ricco rapidly brought his lips to the mammoth black truncheon. But before he had the chance to brace himself, Al Shalbor shifted his cock and began to wantonly splatter and hose-down the face and mouth of the acquiescent Latino. "Drink it, bitch, drink it! Goddammit, DRINK IT!" commanded the black dude as Ricco found himself gleefully lip-locking the fat, juicy head of the cock and eagerly drinking in the urine. The pungent, salty flavor was a powerful aphrodisiac to the undercover dude. His cheeks ballooned and filled like a chipmunk storing nuts for winter, as he struggled to take in and guzzle down every drop.

Carefully reaching up, Ricco grabbed the big, black, beefy, hairy nuts, massaging them, as he furiously sucked and drank. The hip-hop star stood there in a conquering stance, legs spread wide apart and hands on his hips, feeding "Ricco Karma" his million dollar urine.

Ricco really couldn't believe what he was doing - and more, couldn't believe how much riveting erotic pleasure it overwhelming stirred in him. Wow! His body and mind were so utterly alive with lust, passion and desire, that he again felt damn close to fainting - everything was just too damn good to be true. Again, he lapsed into that blissful, dreamlike state. Al Shalbor's big, brick-hard manmeat jerked, spasmed, and convulsed wildly in his mouth, while his own trembling member jerked and danced its own frenzied fandango.

The black rapper had emptied his bladder into the sex-flushed Latino lawman, but the noisy sucking of the big black cockhead continued. Al Shalbor felt the hands of the Latino lawman steal around to his hard satiny ass. Those hands crazily clutched and kneaded the moist flesh there. While doing so, Ricco hypnotically hummed, and the vibrations of his tight gullet and vocal chords served only to titillate and urge Al Shalbor's rampaging prick on to a more heated, frenzied intent.

"DAMN, Bitch...you love this black man's hard, manly body dontcha!" hoarsely growled Al Shalbor, placing his hands on Ricco's shoulder, massaging them, "Get in to it, boy! Clean my body with that slut tongue of yours! Oh yeah! Yeah! Feels good, man! Feels damn hot!"

Al Shalbor leaned back up against a wall as Ricco's warm mouth and sluicing tongue moved hungrily over his lower body, sending wave after wave of fiery erotic pleasure throughout his perfect African American body. Tucking his hands behind his head, Al Shalbor magnificently flexed his upper-body muscles for the slavish, servicing Latino's benefit. The cool blue/white light of the room generously spilled over the exquisite musculature of Hip Hop star's perfect black torso.

Ricco Karma was more than a little appreciative. He was going completely bonkers with sluttish excitement as he kissed and drooled on the big, sweaty hairy balls - raking the wiry hairs there through his teeth and savoring the musky, mind-altering aroma.

Al Shalbor was arriving on the brink of orgasm once again and commanded Ricco to kiss his feet. Panting in crazed excitement, Ricco slowly traveled his greedy tongue down the long, muscular, hirsute legs. Orally caressing those black thighs, licking first the left then the right. He nuzzled and hungrily worshiped each knee cap with his pink, slobbering licker. He then kissed, sucked and sluiced both rock-hard calves, groaning in slavish delight. Reaching his objective, he hunkered down as his mouth and tongue ecstatically attacked both perfect feet with hot feverish intent. Sniffing, licking, tasting, sucking, nibbling, biting and drooling.

After a few minutes, Ricco's feverish mind wanted to get back to those beatific balls and phantastic phallus. Slowly and deliberately he reversed his journey up those tasty legs. When his tongue arrived back at the huge hard thighs, he reached out and fisted the upright thickness of Al Shalbor's rock-hard horsemeat. He licked at the insides of those sweaty thighs, tonguing the wiry, thickly clustered pubes, savaging kissing them.

Dipping his head down, he let the rapper's huge, fuzzy, baseball-sized testicles dangle moistly on top of his lower face. Al Shalbor released a gravelly moan of intense pleasure, his teeth pressing into his lower lip, as merciless flames of lustful pleasure licked ferociously throughout his studly Afrikan loins.

Almost, unbearably, he endured Ricco's wet, hot lips lasciviously tug and suck at his wrinkly scumbag. The undercover agent gurgled in delight as he inhaled the pungent aroma of sweaty, black stud crotch, yawning his greedy lips around each heavy ball, trying to take them both in his mouth, but they were just too big. Ricco's jaws stretched apart just about as wide as they could possibly go, and Al Shalbor grunted in bestial satisfaction as he felt the guy go down on him, slowly sliding his lips and tongue and throat over all ten inches of the throbbing manmeat.

Ricco was gurgling and groaning in pleasure. He had scooped up Al Shalbor's big sweaty nuts in his hands and was twisting and stroking and playing with them while he sucked cock hungrily.

Yet again the studly black rapper was on the threshold of ejaculation, and yet again he wasn't ready. Again he reached down, gripped the boy by his hair and pulled him up. Ricco stood there, imprisoned in the dominating stare of the hip-hop performer.

"I ain't ready to pop yet, bitch! Why're you trying to juice me off so quick, again!? What you up to mutha fucka? Are you tryin' to dis me?", thundered Al Shalbor's voice.

For the first time, Ricco Karma felt truly threatened. He was sure that Al Shalbor had busted his game, and the undercover agent prepared himself for the worse. Nervously licking his lower lip, Ricco asked, "What's the problem, man?"

"Come on, bitch!" commanded Al Shalbor, "We got some shit to git straightened out!"

Spinning Ricco around, he shoved him toward the door of the bathroom and then directed him down the corridor toward the master bedroom. In the room, Al Shalbor slammed the door shut and cruelly shoved Ricco toward the bed. The Latino lawman searched that annoyed face and instantly became a prisoner in Al Shalbor's almost evil serpentine gaze.

"What you into, pussy boy? What's your game?" Al Shalbor drawled thickly.

Letting out a nervous laugh, Ricco subtly shook his head, saying, "What?" What?"

Al Shalbor moved his majestic body in almost panther-like movements towards Ricco. With an emotionless face he cautioned, "I think you're a bad boy! A very bad boy! And I personally think you need to be taught a lesson! I think my little Latino lover here needs to be disciplined! I think this sweet, hot, golden ass of his needs a good hard whoopin'!"

'Ah' thought Ricco. Suddenly, the whole lurid twisted scenario began to flicker in his mind like a three-hundred-watt lightbulb. Obviously, the cruel heart of the sadist also lurked among the many magical talents of the world famous hip-hop heartthrob.

Al Shalbor paced around him, studying Ricco's body, and then bent down and drew a thin suede belt out of a pair of his jeans. Gripping the back of Ricco's neck, he forced him down to his knees on the floor. He pushed him over the bed so his upper body was pressed against the edge and his sweet little ass stuck out and up in the air.

Through sex-glazed eyes, Al Shalbor stared wildly at Ricco's firm smooth butt-checks. Savage desire primitively flickered throughout his bloating balls. He said thickly, "Do you want me to whip that ass, bitch? Huh? Huh? Do ya? What? Is that what you want, you little savage degenerate? You wanna get whipped by your black master..DONT YA!?"

Before even realizing what he was saying, Ricco's enflamed consciousness screamed out, YES! Y-y-yes! Please! Oh, please!". As he pressed his stomach against the soft fur of the white bear bedspread, Ricco's entire being shuddered in bestial elation.

Closing his eyes, he nervously chewed on his lower lip, waiting for his 'punishment'. His trembling erect cock throbbed against the furry bed covering. Al Shalbor drew back his arm and brought the thin belt whistling through the air. It snapped loudly around the twin lobes of Ricco's upturned ass. Stinging into the bare tender flesh, it instantly caused a red welt.

"OOOWAWWWH!", Ricco screamed between clenched teeth, his erect cock stretching and straining from the violent contact. Tears of joy formed in his handsome eyes as he anticipated even harsher belt contacts from the black master.

Instead, he found himself being lifted up and placed across Al Shalbor lap, face down. At first the hip-hop performer smoothed his large hands over the small welt. He then lifted the ass and brought his lips to it and kissed and smooched the bruised bum. While he kissed the cheeks, the deliciousness of the sweaty Latino ass filled his wide nostrils. Immediately pressing Ricco back down on his lap, he raised his arm again, and brought down an empty large hand across those beautiful, smooth bronze cheeks. The sound loudly reverberated throughout the room, as Ricco ejaculated a raucous scream, writhing and squirming on his black master's lap. Again, Al Shalbor massaged and smoothed over the bruised, sweet buns, then quickly raised his arm, bringing down another fierce stinging hand to the already burning red cheeks.

The white hot pain tore through Ricco's butt like a wild fire. But he wanted it. He needed it. He craved the pain, loving the way it coursed like electricity through his body, causing him to break out in a sweat, making his big balls tighten and tingle with pagan lust.

"Yeah, you little Mexican bitch, I'm gonna make you squirm!' snarled Al Shalbor, bringing his big hand down again, grunting in pleasure as he felt the reverberation of the blow travel along his muscular forearm. Sweat gleamed and glistened in the tangle of wiry black hairs covering Al Shalbor's lower body and armpits as he brought down his arm again and again. Stars and lights went off behind Ricco's tear-dazzled eyes as he got whooped good, long and hard. Adrenalin surged through is squirming body. His raging dick pulsated wildly against Al Shalbor's leg, while the black rapper's big dick raged wildly against his belly. They both were getting ready to blast their juices.

"OOOOOWWWWW!", sobbed Ricco, biting down into a clump of fur of the bear skin bedspread, his fingers also savagely gripping into the fur. He arched his ass in the air, gasping as it met the huge, hard, stinging hand again, and again.

Abruptly, Al Shalbor stopped as quickly as he had begun, tossing the undercover agent over on his back in the ocean of white fur. Swiftly lifting Ricco's legs in the air, like a starving mendicant the black dude dove for Ricco's hot sweet boy-pussy. He devoured the hot, tight, virginal hole like a starving carnivorous lion fiercely chewing on a newly downed antelope.

When he had adequately loosened and stimulated the tight young anus with his ferocious tongue-fucking, Al Shalbor mercilessly impaled Ricco's hot moist hole like a crazed chimpanzee in jungle-heat. His handsome face grimaced into a contorted mask of primordial lust. Without the slightest reservations or restraints Al Shalbor savagely fucked Ricco Karma like the little slut Latino boy that he wanted him to be...

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