Big Bad Brutus 
An E&I Band Of Brothas 
Story copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2010

May 2002


Denise spit the sperm into the napkin wrinkling her nose in
distaste. "I'll be right back," said Nathan zipping up his pants
and getting out of the car. Denise rolled her window down and lit
a cigarette as she watched her boyfriend walk towards the
bathroom looking so handsome in his tuxedo. Her heart skipped a
beat when she saw the large black man suddenly rise up in front
of Nathan.

Nathan was a big teenager, but the black man was at least half a
foot taller, a lot wider, and it appeared to be all muscle. White
teeth shown in the darkness as the black man grinned when Nathan
jumped in fear, but the man wasn't a mugger, he was carrying a
motorcycle helmet and obviously owned the bike parked next to
their car. Fear turned to embarrassment as she realized the black
guy must have watched her head bobbing in her boyfriend's lap.
Damn Nathan for talking her into giving him her first blow job on
the night of her prom.

As he got closer, Denise could see he was wearing riding leathers
and a black tee shirt. His dark clothes had made him near
invisible as he sat on the bench. Maybe, he had been napping, it
was close to 2:00 am? His tee shirt was tight and she could see
the ridges of a very well defined chest. She didn't want to stare
and looked down as she heard his boots echoing through the rest
stop.

He stopped beside his motorcycle, right beside her window and she
felt eyes on her chest. Her prom dress was very low cut to show
off her awesome cleavage. At eighteen, her breasts already hit DD
and she still had the trim, lithe body of a teenager. They had
started growing rapidly at thirteen and Denise saw them as more
of a curse then a gift. She was very athletic and her breasts
interfered with exercising and sports, her back hurt sometimes,
and worst of all men ogled them all the time. Not just teens
either, her male teachers, the bus driver, old men on the street,
even Nathan's father's eyes bulged out of his head when he saw
her tonight in her dress.

"Got a light?" said a deep voice beside her.

"Ah...sure" Denise snuffed out her cigarette and fumbled with her
lighter. The black man stooped down, an unlit cigar in his mouth.
He wasn't ugly, but he had the traditional African features that
she didn't find attractive, a broad, flat nose, big lips, and
dark black skin, in fact he was the darkest black man she'd ever
seen. The fire from the lighter reflected in his eyes making them
glow demonically as she lit his cigar. He stood back up. His face
may not be attractive, but his body was incredible, she thought,
as she watched his torso pass her window. She found herself
staring at a strange penis shaped lump under his leathers, but
one far too large to be real.

"You should try puffing on something bigger and dark," said the
man.

"Excuse me?"

"Those skinny white cigarettes barely have enough nicotine to
satisfy you. Wanna try a big one for a change?"

"No thanks," said Denise, as the man held his cigar down to her,
then withdrew it. She wished Nathan would hurry up, but he always
spent a long time in the bathroom after cumming, plus he was
probably freshening up before they headed for the motel room he
had gotten them for the night. She stared at the bathroom, hoping
her boyfriend would appear.

"Are you sure you don't want to try a big dark one?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Denise turned to tell the black man to leave her
alone, when something poked her in the face. At first she thought
it was a huge novelty cigar. The end wasn't lit, it was wet and
sticky. It left a trail of fluid down her cheek. Denise jerked
her head back gasping in horror. It wasn't a cigar, it was a
giant monster penis, more then a foot long and thicker then a
banana. The head was bigger then a golf ball with an incredibly
large pee-slit. She looked cross-eyed down the underside of his
shaft. He had only pulled his dick out, but two obscenely huge
bulges under his leathers indicated he had balls sized to match
his dick. "Oh my god!"

"That's what a real man's cock looks like, not that little worm
you were sucking on earlier. Take a whiff of prime black cock
meat. That's what a man smells like slut. Now I'm gonna asks you
again, you sure you don't want to try a big dark one?"

Denise's eyes were closed as she smelled his cock. The smell had
filled the entire cabin of the car and she inhaled sharply.
Denise opened her eyes and stared at the evil head, the pee-slit
was partially open as precum flowed out of it. Her tongue came
out to taste him.

Nathan came out of the bathroom a short time later, still wearing
a dumb grin across his face from getting his first blow job.
Denise was pretty keen on the fucking, but not so hot for the
sucking part of sex. The grin left his face when he saw that his
passenger seat was empty.

**********************

Denise's prom dress billowed as they sped down the highway. What
the hell was she doing? Both arms were wrapped tightly around the
black man's waist. She slid one hand down and felt his cock
again. He'd never put it away and it had remained a rock hard
shaft sticking out above the motorcycle seat.

The black man turned the bike into the next rest stop. It was
approaching 3:00 am and the rest area was deserted except for
some truckers parked in the back parking lot. The black man
parked and helped her off the bike. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know
what came over me back there. I need you to take me back to my
boyfriend."

"First, you gotta do for me what you did for him," said the black
man pulling her over to a bench."

"I can't do th..." Denise found herself on her knees with the
black man's cock under her nose again. "How big is this thing?"
she asked still awed by it. Her hand came up gently caressing the
shaft with her finger tips.

"Fourteen and a half inches. It's big even for a black man."

"It's a lot bigger then...then...my boyfriend's." Denise couldn't
remember her boyfriend's name, couldn't think of much of
anything, but the monster cock bobbing before her face.

"I'm your boyfriend now."

Denise stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it across the tip of
the cock, not even caring that she was tasting this stranger's
precum. She twirled her tongue around the entire head like she
was polishing a small apple. The man spread his legs as she
licked deeper, down his shaft, even bending so she could lick his
balls.

The eighteen year old girl had given her first blow job just an
hour before to her boyfriend, but she was now showing this
stranger's cock more enthusiasm. She hadn't even enjoyed sucking
her first prick, but with the black man she was having trouble
holding back. Denise wanted to attack his cock, cramming the
entire monster down her throat until he filled her belly with
sperm. Anything to make her new boyfriend happy.

Denise quit tonguing it and moved back up to the head. She
relaxed her jaw and opened wide taking the head in her mouth. The
additional girth of the black's cock had her choking with little
more then the head in her mouth. This was so different from
sucking of her ex-boyfriend, that her last blowjob shouldn't
count. This was her first real blowjob!

Was it possible to love an appendage? She loved this giant black
cock. Denise redoubled her efforts. She relaxed her throat as
well as she could, feeling the cock head push past her tonsils
choking her. She was too inexperienced at this. Denise wished the
black man would train her how to please him, so that next time,
she could swallow more. She settled for bobbing her head over the
end while stroking it with both hands. Her arms grew tired and
her neck ached. The black cock was outlasting her strength.
Nathan had never lasted more then five minutes during sex and he
had cum in less then three when she had sucked him off earlier.
The black monster was only now starting to swell and it had been
more then twenty minutes. It was closer to thirty when he came.

The head was in her mouth when it blew. It completely caught
Denise off guard causing her cheeks to bulge out with hot sperm.
It was too late to stop her downward thrust and his next wad shot
down her throat into her belly. His cock bucked as she brought
her head up again. The long, dark shaft flew up out of her mouth
a wave of sperm smacking her face with strands flying into her
hair. She pulled the shaft back down to her mouth, his next wad
still enough to fill it. She swallowed again, this time gulping
it down as fast as she could. The powerful jet of sperm
eventually slackened into manageable loads. Denise swallowed
every drop.

"Go clean up," said the black man squeezing his giant hand up his
dick's shaft to squeeze out the last bit of his semen onto her
outstretched tongue. "Remove your underwear before you come
back."

Denise walked to the restroom in a daze. Her face was a gooey
mess as she looked at the unbelievable amount of sperm dripping
down it. She washed it off as best she could. Denise barely
recognized herself in the reflection. Her cheeks were puffy from
sucking off the black man and her eyes were red from exhaustion.
It was getting late. What was Nathan doing now? Had he called her
parents to tell them she was kidnapped?

Denise left the bathroom, the black man was still sitting on the
bench. She bent over and pulled her panties down before he saw
her. Why was she obeying him? The smart thing would be to turn
around and walk away from him, her parents could come get her.
Instead, she walked over to him.

"What's your name?" she asked. He was stroking his cock, staring
at it with as much admiration as she had shown. It was as hard
now as it had been before he ejaculated fifteen minutes ago.
"Brutus."

"I'm Denise."

Brutus shrugged like he didn't care what her name was. "Did you
remove your underwear?"

"Yes."

"Come mount me then."

"Your too big, it'll never fit."

"If you want to be my slut, you'll quit back talking me. Now come
ride this cock or I'll find someone else's pussy to shove it in."

The young blonde suddenly knew she didn't want him looking for
pussy somewhere else when she had one to give him and judging by
the dampness between her legs, it was willing, ready, and able,
even if Brutus' cock was more then twice as big as Nathan's.
Denise walked around before him, lifting her prom dress.

Brutus' eyes shined when she lifted the hem of her dress up above
her pussy. She was a natural blonde and hadn't yet trimmed it for
bikini weather. Denise walked over and straddled his legs. Brutus
pushed his shaft down, so that the head was pointed at her pussy
lips. Denise held her labia open for him and squatted.

"Oooo," she squealed as the big head forced it's way inside her.
Her labia stretched wider and wider until closing around the head
just when she thought it would rip her in two. She slowly started
raising and lowering herself over the first four inches or so. It
was getting easier to take, whether from his copious amount of
precum or the equal amount of lubrication her pussy was producing
she didn't know.

Denise decided she loved this cock when it hit the halfway point.
Her pussy was so stretched out, every nerve ending felt alive
where it rubbed the black man's huge shaft. She managed eight
inches when it seemed to bottom out. "Ow, ooo, can't take any
more."

Brutus' big hands cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her up. Denise
was thankful as her leg were growing weak. She wrapped her legs
around his waist as he lifted her up and down his shaft. Denise's
eyes grew wide and her nails clawed into his back as she had a
strong orgasm, the best in her short life.

The black man started walking, keeping his cock buried in her
pussy. She lifted up a bit, then she realized he was sitting
again. They were on his motorcycle and he was using the shocks to
bounce up and down, slamming his cock in her pussy. He started
kissing her while his hand pulled down the zipper on the back of
her dress. Brutus pulled the top down exposing her huge breasts.
Soon, he had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Denise came
again when he took one of her nipples in his mouth.

Denise recovered from the second orgasm feeling her pussy
vibrate. Brutus was also ripping open the back of her $200 prom
dress. He had started the motorcycle and with a kick forward, the
bike started moving. "What are you doing?" she asked, scared.

Denise thought they were just going to ride slowly around the
parking lot, but the black biker had other ideas. He performed a
small wheelie and Denise screamed as gravity forced her down hard
onto his cock forcing close to a foot inside her pussy.

A warm night breeze was striking her exposed back with growing
intensity as the black man turned onto the interstate. The wind
was catching her dress making it billow up. "Can't see," growled
the black man ripping at her dress. Denise's eyes were scrunched
up in pain. She opened them in time to see her dress flying
behind them, falling down to the highway. She was completely
naked with a foot of black cock buried in her pussy, riding on a
motorcycle down I-95.

Denise felt the pain fading as her pussy stretched itself out to
accommodate the large invader. As the pain turned to pleasure,
she began moaning as the motorcycle's vibrations started sending
waves of pleasure up into her brain. Orgasms started coming, one
after another until it felt like one long continuous orgasm.

Denise didn't know how long she remained like that, probably
close to fifty miles. The next rest area had two cop cars parked
side by side talking under a light where she could see them
clearly so Brutus avoided it. A trucker honked his horn as they
sped past him. Brutus pulled into the next rest area and stopped
near the rest rooms. "Can't take it anymore," he growled.

Denise was inclined to agree, she didn't think she had any more
orgasms let in her, but she was wrong. Brutus was looking frantic
as he lifted her off the bike. She could sense his need to cum.
He looked around for a place to fuck her, finally just laying her
down in the damp grass.

******************

Denise huddled behind the motorcycle wandering what was taking
the black man so long. They had taken an exit to this small town
around dawn. It was a miracle no one had seen them. Brutus was
waiting for a store to open and he passed the time by making her
suck his dick again. "What took you so long?" she asked when he
finally appeared.

"Stopped to eat."

She was about to ask where her breakfast was, though she had
gotten her fair share of protein from all the sperm she had
swallowed. She also noticed he wasn't carrying any bags except a
small one like the kind people used to cover beer cans. "Where's
my clothes?"
    Brutus tossed her the bag which contained a tiny bikini.
"It's too small for me."

Your too big, it's too small. Stop complaining, that's all your
getting."

This man could not be manipulated or coerced into anything.
Denise's looks (and tits) had gotten her pretty much anything she
wanted up until now. She looked at the bikini, strings little
bigger then dental floss, cups barely enough to cover her
nipples. The panties were similar, half her bush would stick out
and the back would disappear between her ass cheeks, but it was
better then squatting here nude. Plus, people were starting to
walk by on the street. The black man watched her admiringly a she
put the bikini on.

The rest of the day Denise got looks of admiration, lust, and
disgust from everyone that saw her. She spent most of the day
riding behind Brutus on the bike, thankful for the warm weather.

The initial pain of having a foot long black dong in her pussy
was nothing compared to what eight inches of cock felt like in
her ass. They had stopped for the night in a cheap motel and
Denise had quickly found herself naked and lying on her stomach
with her ass thrust up. Brutus had covered his cock with lotion
to make it easy on her, but it still hurt more then anything. She
was also embarrassed that he had left the lights on and no man
had ever seen the view he was getting. Brutus pushed until he
decided she couldn't take any more and then he started fucking
her ass. After ten minutes, Denise decided she liked it.

Denise forced herself off the bed while Brutus was in the shower.
Sperm squished between her butt cheeks and ran down her back as
she stood. Denise gasped in horror when she noticed the windows
were open. A shadow moved outside as she went to close them.
Someone had watched her anal deflowering!

"Go clean up, then get some sleep," said Brutus, walking out of
the bathroom, his long banana cock swinging between his legs.
"We're getting up early."

"Exactly where are we going?"

*****************

The policeman chuckled as the APB came over the radio. Be on the
lookout for a missing eighteen year old blonde woman in a prom
dress. She was believed to have been kidnapped by a black man on
a motorcycle. The cop listened to the description. "Good luck
finding her in this crowd," he mumbled as a dozen black men on
motorcycles rode past him.  Here came a black guy with a blonde
fitting her description now. However, the girl wasn't wearing a
prom dress, she was wearing a bikini so small, the cop could have
pulled them over, but minor violations of public indecency laws
were overlooked during black biker week in Myrtle Beach.

****************

"Brutu... Sorry bro, you look just like somebody I know," the
older black man sat down at his table near the bar. The bar was
filled with black men and women, many of the women in bikini
tops, the men shirtless. It was mostly  younger crowd, but there
were a few older men as well as the occasional white woman with a
black man.

"The man you know, push you aside when the Columbian rebel
started unloading his AK-47?"

"Yeah, how'd you....shit, are you Brutus' son?"

"No Wayne, I am Brutus."

"Bull shit, you’re twenty years younger then he is."

"Remember that whore in the Philippines who could lift up a stack
of quarters with her pussy and set them down in a stack flipped
over?"

"Yeah, but anyone could have seen that show."

"Remember telling me how you joined the army to send money to
your sick mother after your white landlord threw her out on the
street, how whites kept getting promoted over you, how that
redneck nearly raped your sister and the judge let him go..."

"Stop! That's enough."

"And how you hated white society ever since? How'd you like some
payback?"

"HEY, buddy, she says she's with you," yelled a voice behind
Brutus. The black bartender was holding Denise's arm. Wayne and
every other black man nearby was ogling the scantily clad girl.
"Look bro, I like the outfit, but she's got to cover up her ass
at least. Plus, she don't look even close to being legal. Can't
get me in trouble with the man. The city's always looking for an
excuse to shut me down."

"Right, we're out of here. Wayne, you got a room?"

"Yeah, a small one right across the street." They walked out of
the bar. "Damn, this hot white bitch really with you?"

"For now. She'll suck your dick for you, if you'd like."

"BRUTUS!" Denise was aghast. She was half in love with Brutus and
here he was offering her up to an old black man and a fat one at
that.

"No back talking, you suck and fuck whoever I tell you."

Denise stopped walking, her lower lip quivering. "Yes, sir," she
said, before lowering her eyes.

"Damn," said Wayne. "Lucky sonofabitch. Here's my room, not
much." Wayne sat on the bed. "First, show me your chest." Brutus
smirked and started pulling off his tee shirt revealing his
smooth, bare, muscle covered chest. "If your who you says you is,
where's that shrapnel wound you gots in Beirut?"
"Gone."

"Where's your Ranger tattoo?"

"Gone too."

"How, plastic surgery? Is that how come you look so young?"

"There something else I want to show you, but first, I promised
you a blow job. Denise remove your bikini and suck off my friend
here."

The young girl dutifully untied her string bikini letting it fall
to the floor. She walked over to the bed and fell to her knees.
Wayne was looking down at her with uncontrollable lust in his
eyes. Denise undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. His cock
was already hard and pushing out his underwear. If you could call
it a cock, the thing wasn't even seven inches long.

"You look disappointed?" asked Wayne, confused.

Denise sighed. "I thought it would be bigger. This one will be
easy." She immediately deep throated Wayne's entire penis.

"Gawd damn, I ain't had mah dick sucked in ten years." The girl
was bobbing and slurping her head furiously over his penis. It
only took minutes for him to blow his load. "Thanks honey," said
the older man, panting. The girl was still sucking upwards as if
trying to get more cum out of his balls.

"Now come do me," said Brutus.

Wayne watched while the girl eagerly crawled over to the muscular
giant. The older man's eyes opened wide in disbelief as the girl
pulled out an impossibly huge cock. His eyes kept growing as more
cock appeared until they were practically bulging out of his head
when the entire fourteen plus inches jutted out. "No fucking
way," he said.

For the next twenty-five minutes, Wayne watched the girl lovingly
try to cram as much of the monster down her throat as she
possibly could. The older man stared spell bound at the girl
bobbing her head. His own penis started shrinking. He'd never
felt inferior in his life, but Brutus's cock made his own look
like a little boy's. No wonder she was disappointed with his
little penis. Wayne started picturing himself in the girl's place
servicing the giant cock and they were the scariest thoughts of
his life. When Brutus came, his load was such that the girl
practically choked on sperm.

Brutus reached in his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar
bill. "Go find something to keep yourself busy," he said, handing
it to the girl.

Wayne watched the girl leave. When he looked back at Brutus, the
giant black man still had his pants around his ankles. He tugged
on his cock a couple times, amazingly it turned hard again and
his previous load hadn't even liquefied or dried yet. Brutus
stood and walked over towards Wayne, his giant dick leading the
way.

"Get that thing away from me," said Wayne, cringing as Brutus
brought the tip of his cock up under Wayne's nose.

"I work for a very powerful man bro, one who is changing the
world. He needs trained men who aren't afraid to get their hands
dirty. No murder or anything like that, but we may have to break
the law. I want you on my team."

Wayne was sweating profusely, trying not to stare at the huge
cock hovering before his eyes, a cock he was craving to suck. "I
got nothing to lose, but I'm too old and fat for that kind of
shit."

Brutus pushed forward until his cock brushed Wayne's lips and
Wayne found himself kissing a man's penis. He was about to do
more when Brutus pulled back and pulled his pants up. The huge
man was staring down at Wayne with a look of contempt on his
face. "Open the window and get some air, then I'll tell you how
I'm gonna make a real man out of you."

******************

"So it wasn't my fault," said Wayne packing his bag.

"Like I said it was the pheromones. You norms find them hard to
resist. Once your enhanced, the effect won't be as strong. You'll
give them off when your cock grows up."

"How big am I gonna be?"

"I'd guess between twelve and thirteen."

"Damn bro, I can't wait."

"Your orgasms will feel ten times as good, your balls will grow,
produce a lot more sperm, and increase your stamina. You'll look
thirty-five again, lose your extra weight, and essentially be
immortal."

"A-fucking-mazing. If I hadn't kissed yo dick, I wouldn't have
believed it."

"That’s why I did it. Lets get going."

"Whose the third member of our team?" asked Wayne as they left."

"Names Manta Ray, navy wimp, but he's our electronics expert.
He's got a decked out van bro, computers, bugs, listening
devices, you name it. He's got a slut in Maryland he uses as a
rest stop. We'll meet him there and he'll bring a shot for you.
In a month you'll be one of us." Brutus started readying his
motorcycle while Wayne went to retrieve his.

"HEY! Where we going?" yelled Denise running up.

Brutus watched her big breasts bouncing under her bikini and
wished he could fuck her one last time. "I'm taking off babe,
keep the money I gave you and go home."

"But I spent it already," she cried, devastated.

Wayne rode up on his Harley as they spoke. "How'd you blow a
hundred bucks that quick?" Brutus started his bike.

"It was a surprise." Denise turned around. Her back was still red
and irritated from her new tattoo. The erect black phallus filled
the small of her back just above her ass.

"Nice. Why don't you go show some of the brothers in that bar
over there your new tattoo. If you don't find a cock to satisfy
you, make your way to this address and they'll see you get all
the big black cock you can handle."

Denise was crying as she took the business card. "But I love
you," she said as Brutus and Wayne rode off with a roar of their
engines. The business card was for a place called E&I Modeling in
New York. She stuck it in her bikini. She was two states away
from home with no money and nothing to wear except a tiny bikini.
She looked over at the bar filled with sexy black men and their
women. No telling what she'd have to do to get a ride home. With
a sigh, Denise started walking towards the bar.

*****************

"What's next?" asked Solomon from the head of the table.

"One of our members has petitioned for money to start his own
construction business. He's one of our enhanced ex-cons, former
drug problem, worked construction before getting busted. I think
he can do it."

"Make it so. He can train and employ other enhanced. Lots of
opportunities to nail housewives and show off their chests."

"Plus, it's quite a lucrative business sir. He may be able to pay
off his debt to us within five-ten years."

"Good, but I want 20% of the business then. Also insist that he
hire a white boy or some sexy bitch to deal with clients."

"I'll tell him." Reginald's phone rang as he spoke. "Jordan," he
said answering it. "Excellent, remember you answer to me. I'll
inform you if we need your services. Keep in contact." Reginald
Jordan, E&I's chief of legal affairs, hung up his phone. "That
was Brutus, Mr. King, he's picked his team, our cleaners are
ready when we need them." There had been several close calls over
the past six months and E&I had thought it prudent to put
together a rapid response team to take care of any problems that
might come up in the future. One such close call had been a nosy
legal assistant named Brooke Eranovich investigating the cases of
impotence in Stony Harbor. Brooke now worked for Reginald after
E&I had blackmailed/blackmaled her.

"Good, let's hope we don't need them too often," said Solomon
King. "What's next on the agenda?"

Jordan took out the next file.

The End