Florian's doorbell rang. This surprised him. He was not expecting delivery of a package, nor had he ordered pizza. When he answered the door, he found Julius from Athenos Pizza standing there. Unbidden, Julius entered Florian's living room, put his hand in the middle of Florian's chest, and pushed him over so that he landed on his ass on the floor. Three other black men followed Julius into the room, the last locking the door behind him.

"Permit me to introduce mah brothers." said Julius very formally. "Cassius, Marcellus, and Marius. Ah've got a score to settle with you and they're gonna help me do it. You ruined mah marriage. Ah was bi. Ah'd have let ya buttfuck me if ya ax'd me in a nice way, 'cause that wouldn't be cheatin' on Cordelia. But no, you had to slip me Madame Zora's Hate Potion No. 5 and turn me queer like ya done to Tony. Now ah cain't fuck mah wife any mo'.

Ah know all about Zora and her potions; she's family, mah first cousin once removed. Ah ax'd her about it and she knowed jus' what ya used. In fact, once ah tol' her what ya look like, she remembered sellin' it to ya. Well, we gonna fix yo' ass, man. Marcellus, unplug his phone an' grab his cell phone. We don' want no innerruptions from the pólice."

Florian had, by this time, risen to his feet. Suddenly, Julius grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. Florian started to scream and Marius popped a ball gag into his mouth and quickly tied it behind Florian's neck. Marius and Cassius pulled Florian's hands behind his back and Julius taped his wrists together with duct tape. Then they pulled off Florian's slacks and jockstrap. Marcellus returned and reported "Mission AYcomplished."

Julius said "Ya liked mah big whang, Florian, well, ah'm the runt o' the litter. Look at dis." With these words, all of the brothers dropped their pants and briefs, displaying an exhibit of salami worthy of any delicatessen. Despite his fear, Florian popped an instant boner, a mere frankfurter among these huge sausages.

Marcellus, the oldest, was also the biggest, sporting a monstrous 11 by 2¼ inch

prong. Marius, though third in age, was only one-half inch shorter and equally thick. Cassius was no slouch at an even 10 by 2 inches. But, "poor puny Julius" had only 9 by 1 3/4 inches, which was 2 inches more than Florian had.

Florian knew that he would be expected to accomodate all of those humongous dicks anally, which was not his thing. Though a skilled cocksucker, he was mainly a top. What he really feared was whatever else they might take it into their heads to do to him. His dick, of which he was immensely fond, was well above average Caucasian size, and he really cherished his heavy, pendulous, cum-bloated balls. Suppose they castrated or, worse yet, nullified him. The thought made him sick.

Whatever they intended, they weren't about to let any grass grow under their feet. They bent Florian over and began gang-raping him with no other lubricant than their own natural lube. At least, they were kind enough to proceed in order of increasing size, starting with Julius who rammed his way into Florian's ass as roughly as he could.

Florian screamed through his nose, making a kind of bleating sound at which the brothers bursted out laughing. Julius took his time and enjoyed the fuck (which could not be said for Florian). The constant pounding on Florian's prostate gland made him cum all over his nice Flokati rug until it was just ruined ! Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes, Julius emptied his nuts and his seminal vesicles into Florian's colon.

Even though Cassius plugged in almost immediately after Julius withdrew, still, quite a bit of Julius' massive load of cum ran down Florian's legs, pooling on and further ruining the nap of Florian's fine Flokati rug. Florian just knew that the cleaners would never be able to restore the original fluffiness.

Cassius' boner was enough thicker than Julius' that the initial pain of the breaching of his sphincter was renewed and Florian screamed through his nose, comically bleating again. The impacts on his already battered prostate gland hurt more than ever, and the cum which oozed and dribbled from his partly relaxed boner was beginning to show a pinkish cast.

Painful though it was, the stimulation of his prostate gland gave Florian another woody. Cassius didn't quite bring Florian to another orgasm before having one himself and discharging another torrent of cum into Florian's gut, enough to give him an abdominal cramp. Marius was slower about plugging in than Cassius had been, allowing time for much more cum to pour out of his asshole onto the ruined Flokati rug.

Florian was trying to scream and weeping from the excruciating pain as Marius forced his enormous. flesh truncheon into Florian's ass . Florian was sure that the thing would burst his colon and kill him. Surely, if this one didn't, Marcellus' monster would. His distended bowels were giving Florian agonizing cramps. He wondered if this was anything like the pain of childbirth. Though, in this case, the pain was caused not by something coming out but by something going in.

Marius had less control than his brothers and went off after only about three minutes, long enough, though, to bring Florian to another pleasureless orgasm. His own gism mingled again with the mess on the rug. So full of cum was Florian's colon that most of Marius' load backed up and sprayed out around Marius' cock, running down his legs as well as Florian's.

Finally, the moment Florian had been fearing came. If Marcellus had rammed his enormous member into Florian's body as his brothers had, undoubtedly, Florian's intestines would have bursted . Instead, Marcellus slowly slipped his mighty shaft into Florian's colon and Florian learned from experience just what "fudge-packing" was all about. He could feel Marcellus' long cock pushing shit back up higher into his intestines. His cramps immediately worsened.

When Marcellus was as far into Florian's body as he could get, he paused for a few minutes to let things settle down. Florian's pain diminished. Then Marcellus slipped his great whang out until only the glans was inside Florian's over-stretched sphincter. Marcellus proceeded to fuck Florian with long slow strokes which gradually accelerated. After a quarter of an hour, Marcellus was fucking so fast and hard that his balls hurt when he slammed them against Florian's ass.

When Marcellus reached his orgasm, there was no place for his cum to go. His dick fitted Florian's gut so tightly that it couldn't back up. Instead, the hydraulic pressure forced the shit further up into Florian's intestines. Florian was wracked with cramps and nausea. What if it backed up into his tomach and he had to puke shit with that damn' gag in his mouth ?

Cassius grabbed Florian's shoulders and Marcellus took ahold of his thighs and lifted him up before withdrawing, so that Florian was horizontal and face-down. In this position, they carried him to the bathroom, bloody cum dribbling from his dick and Marcellus' cum oozing out of his asshole. Knowing that all that cum would act as an enema, they quickly sat Florian down on the toilet to take the dump of a lifetime.

Florian thought that he was going to shit his guts out which, with his asshole gaping as it did seemed only too possible. When he was finally done, Marcellus wiped Florian's ass off with a wet towel and they walked him back into the living room, rubber-legged from exhaustion and pain. There they bent him over again and Florian wondered what else they could have in mind .

Julius asked him "Ever been fist-fucked, Florian ?" Florian shook his head vigorously. "Ah didn't think so. You a top, after all. Well, we cain't let yo' miss out on that experience." Florian shuddered. "Oh, no, not that" he thought. Julius, who had the largest hands in the family, brought the fingers and thumb of his right hand together into the form of a spear-head and drove it into Florian's asshole, distending it twice as much as Marcellus' monster cock had.

Florian bleated in agony again. Once past the sphincter, now stretched almost to the breaking point, Julius brought his fingers together forming a fist and began pounding on Florian's throbbing swollen prostate gland. Florian bleated again even louder. The beating was not only hammering his prostate gland to a pulp, it was destroying the delicate erectile nerves wrapped around it.

For a moment, Florian got the biggest hardest boner he had ever had . Looking back at it, he could hardly believe that that huge thing was his own cock. Then, abruptly, it flopped down, totally and permanently limp. The pounding continued, however, until the remains of Florian's prostate gland offered no further resistance.

The stuff dribbling out of Florian's flaccid dick was no longer bloody cum, it was just blood.

Without re-shaping his fingers into a spear-head, Julius yanked his fist out through Florian's anal spincter. Now stretched far beyond its elastic limit, the sphincter muscle snapped like a rubber band. Julius commented on it. "Ah just busted yo' ass, Florian. You gonna have to wear a diaper from now on. We got just one thing left to do."

'Would you like a coke ?' Tha's what ya asked me when ya ruined mah marriage .

Well, Madame Zora's got another potion ah bet ya don' know about, numba 3. It's a testosterone blocker. No matta how much testosterone yo' balls make or how much ya take, it don' do ya no good, cause yo body cain't use it. Even with a healthy pair of balls, ya'll be a eunuch, weak an' fat an' soft. Ya may even grow boobs."

Julius got a firm grip on Florian's balls and said "Now, I got ya by da balls. Cassius is gonna take da gag out. Make a soun' an' ah'll squeeze yo' balls 'til dey pop. Den, ya gonna drink a can of Coke wid Hate Potion #3 in it, every fuckin drop or ah squeeze yo' balls."

Cassius fetched a can of Coke from Florian's fridge and popped the top. From his pocket, he brought out a glassine envelope with a large red "3" stencilled on it. He tore off the corner of the envelope and carefully poured it into the can of Coke. Marius untied the gag and pulled it out of Florian's mouth. "Here" said Cassius in a menacing tone, holding the can of Coke to Florian's mouth "Drink it all or Julius busts yo' nuts." Florian drank the potion which would unman him.

Julius cut the duct tape binding Florian's wrists. As the brothers left, he turned back for a moment and said "See ya 'round, Florian. Gonna want yo' usual pizza ?"