More and more people flocked into the room than those that went out. It was like swimming against a tidal wave for Howard to get to the door that was three feet away. He heard someone holler his name and looked back to see it was Ted wading through the thronging bodies crowding against him. Eventually they made it to the door and stopped to catch their breaths when they stepped into the corridor. They wiped sweat from their brow. Howard used his handkerchief to wipe semen stains off his pants.
"Kinda like walking through Yankee stadium at the end of a game," Ted quipped.
Howard could not think of a come-back to that statement as he folded and returned his handkerchief back into his pocket. He hoped by any chance Dave was still around and had not returned home leaving them behind.
They went looking in several of the rooms along the corridor. Almost all the rooms were occupied by people having sex. They came to one close to the living room and it was in there they found Dave. Except he was not alone inside.
For Howard it felt like a repeat of the first time he met Olu Shango. He remembered vividly what he had seen of Dave that night. This time it was more than that; it was enough for Ted to gasp behind his back.
There were three black men in the room. Two of them were gangbanging a tranny on the bed. The tranny wore a pink tutu outfit and pink corset, thigh stockings and high heels. At the moment he was on his elbows and knees getting manhandled by two black men on opposite ends, choking on a black cock in front of him while the other fucked his ass; both men worked on him with aggressive attitude.
Dave was on his knees beside the bed. His shirt was rumpled over his backside and his pants were down his thighs exposing his rump. He had his fist stuck in his mouth fighting hard not to groan aloud from the brute fucking he was receiving. Dave's face kept hitting the floor with each thrust he received. His glasses slipped from his face and he was too locked in his posture to reach for it. The black man fucking him stopped to glare at Howard and Ted. Both men were too stunned with what they were watching to move an inch.
"The fuck are you white bastards doing in here?" the black man roared. "GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!"
It was like a gun going off as Howard and his friend scrambled out of the room. They slammed the door behind them and stood gasping in the corridor like they just raced out of an abominable hell hole. Ted was bent forward with his hands resting on his knees staring wide-eyed at his friend. His feature was pale and yellow.
"Did you see that, Howard?" his eyes seemed to bulge in their sockets. "Did I see what I thought I just saw in there?"
"Yeah I did," Howard answered.
They fell silent and stood there waiting while more men and women trooped back and forth past them, some slipping into other rooms. Nobody went into that particular room that bore their friend.
"Think we should look in again?" Ted asked.
Howard was thinking of what to say about that when the door suddenly opened and one of the black men looked at them.
"You white boys get your pathetic asses in here, pronto." He held the door open for them.
Howard felt his heart bounce all the way to his throat only for him to swallow it back. He caught Ted looking at him as if thinking he knew what to do to get them out of whatever situation they had gotten into now.
"The fuck you white boys wasting fucking time," the man barked. "Get your wimpy white asses in here now."
They did as told and the black man shut the door and faced them. He was ugly-looking and though he was smiling, the smile made him resemble a gargoyle.
"You boys want to be of good use," he stroked his cock in his hand. Ted could not help looking at it and was mesmerised by the size of his shaft. The man burst into laughter and said, "Either of you white boys ever cleaned a black man before?"
"What?" Howard said it before he could control himself.
Howard and Ted shared an apprehensive look with each other that spoke alarmingly of their befuddlement than the fact that they were stuck in some nightmarish portal that was not of their doing; if only they had not bothered searching for Dave.
The black man grabbed Ted's shirt and he yelped as the man pulled him forward. Ted was so scared he thought the man was about to pummel him to the ground. He did not realise until later that he had peed in his pants.
"You'll do," the black man said. "Now get down on your knees and get to work, white boy."
Ted did drop to his knees while holding a hand to his face as he was afraid he was about to receive a punch from the man. He moaned as his cheek brushed against the man's penis, leaving a wet trail on his skin. The pungent aroma of sweat and semen coming from the man was so potent up-close as he grabbed the man's cock with both hands and tentatively touched the knobbed head of his penis with his tongue. This earned him a smack from the man.
"Put your fucking mouth to that dick, pig!" the man growled. "And don't you fucking stop till I tell you to."
Ted sucked the man's cock with trepidation on his mind. As he went on he hardly knew at what moment he became use to it as he was then tugging the man's erect muscle with vigour. Howard watched him do the work, listened to the slurping noise he made while the black man held Ted's head in his hand, guiding him to swallow more of his prick. Howard looked over at Dave who remained on his knees except this time getting his mouth fucked by the black man who earlier fucked the tutu-wearing tranny.
The tranny was on the bed riding the other black man reverse cowgirl-style. His face was animated with pain and lust with him panting as the black man slammed his cock into his rectum while his flopped like a useless appendage. Howard could not resist watching him and everyone else in the room: the tranny getting fucked; Dave on his knees sucking the other black man's cock, and then next to him was Ted getting his mouth stretched . . . listening to the slurping sounds and whimpering cries in the room, the funk odour that was semen, he could almost feel the room's walls converging on him like he was in some surreal type of prison and this was his punishment to relieve.
"All right, that's enough from you for now." The black man pushed Ted off his dick then gestured at Howard to take his place. "Your turn, white boy. Hop to it, motherfucker, I ain't got all night."
Howard gave no inclination of putting up a fight as he knelt before him while Ted sat on the floor wiping cum off his lips. Howard held his breath for a second as he popped the bulbous head of the man's prick into his mouth. He almost wanted to puke as he inhaled the fetid smell of semen and saliva. He had trouble widening his jaw, gurgling hard as the man held his head and shoved his cock down his throat. Howard shut his eyes and pretended to be in bed lapping up Becca's pussy even though the image went no way in hand with what he was doing. Tears welled up his eyes and he felt like crying from the brute nature of sucking the man's cock. The man kept his grip on the back of his head so he could not escape no matter how he tried.
""Aaahhh yeah. Keep choking on that sweet black dick, white boy. That's what all you white boys are made for. Always wanting to suck a strong black dick and making like you don't. Tell you what, I'm gonna fuck all your white boy asses and then I'm gonna fuck all your white bitches. Dare me I won't, white boy. Go ahead, dare I won't."
Howard was so relieved when the man pushed him away. Howard fell on his rump coughing and spitting out strings of saliva. The man turned away from them and returned to the bed to fuck the tranny's mouth who had not still fallen off riding the other man's cock. Ted helped his friend to his feet and out of the room.
"Ahh, there you darlings are," Charmaine came towards them with his wife beside him. "I've been looking around for you. Lisa, these are Dave's friends I told you about." Lisa shook hands with Howard and Ted. She wore a robe and looked like she had freshened up since last they saw of her. "Master Shango wants to see you two. Where's Dave at?"
Ted pointed at the door they just stepped out of—no words were necessary to say anything further. Lisa went to the door and peeped inside then closed it back, laughing while she did. She came and whispered into her husband's ear.
"Really?" he asked, then he too took a peek in the room and returned chuckling along with her.
"Come on, you two," Lisa took Howard by his arm while Charmaine held Ted's and together they left the corridor. "Let's go find Shango. It's never good to keep him waiting."
They returned to the living room where the party was still throbbing and the music still playing, albeit subdued this time. Few people were dancing, most of them locked in tight embrace kissing and caressing each other like they were at a prom date. Other couples littered the floor or whatever furniture was available, some of them were having sex or appeared to have fallen asleep. Lisa and Charmaine led their two guests to the den where Shango sat waiting for them.
He was nursing a drink and conversing with a blonde in a swimsuit outfit. He too looked refreshed like Lisa, and wore jeans shorts and nothing else; Howard made out the distinct outline of his cock inside his shorts. The blonde sat with her feet drawn together beside him holding a cigarette in her hand. The divan bed was still there but gone was the black man and the two trannies that had been with him.
Shango looked up from his drink. "Where the fuck did you boys go?" he demanded.
"They were out in the corridor waiting on Dave," Lisa said. She came and settled beside Shango's left arm. Charmaine went behind the bar to start mixing drinks. "You boys take a seat, will you," Lisa said to both of them.
Howard and Ted found themselves separate chairs and planted themselves there. Lisa whispered something to Shango and he broke out laughing before turning to them.
"You boys were watching Dave have fun, eh? What did you see exactly?"
"Dave with some other guy getting fucked," Howard answered.
"Did either of you boys help out?"
Neither Howard nor Ted answered; their silence seemed to explain more.
"Oh, you boys did help out, all right," Shango surmised then laughed. "Who's your friend here?" He gestured at Ted.
"My name's Ted Simms. I'd first like to say it's an honour being in your presence, sir."
"You and I met before, Ted?"
"Sort of, but never this up close. I live not far from Dave and he's told me a lot about you and of what you do."
"What do you think I do, Ted? Wanna share that with me?"
All eyes reverted to Ted. He turned to Howard as if expecting him to say something on his behalf but Howard too was waiting on him. Charmaine finished with the drinks and came and gave them to Ted and Howard.
"You seduce . . . and you dominate wimp husbands and . . . fuck their wives," Ted said.
The blonde was the first to laugh before the room joined her. Ted turned beet red and turned to Howard looking clueless.
"I didn't know you seduced husbands," the blonde said to Shango. "I thought you only stuck to wives like me and Lisa here."
"You're hearing it for the first time, babe," he said then looked at Ted. "So, you're a wimp husband with a wife that you haven't convinced of what you want. Am I wrong on that?"
"That's pretty much it," Ted answered, still soaking up the embarrassment of them laughing at him.
"Don't look beat down, white boy. You're among friends here, and you've got a different case from Howard here. Howard wants what you want, except he's scared to admit it. Ain't I right, Howard?"
"Not really so," Howard countered. "I'm just trying to want to wrap my mind around everything."
"What's there to wrap your mind on, darling?" said Charmaine who now sat on the floor beside his wife's feet. "You are what you are. What's wrong with accepting that?"
"You're getting me all wrong. I said I'm trying to wrap my mind around everything; I want to understand it all."
Shango was all candid. "You want to understand is this is happening to you? Isn't that it?"
Howard nodded.
"You're never going to find the right answer, white boy," Shango declared. "What you ought to understand by now that this is what you want. It's what you've always wanted. The reason you having trouble figuring that out is because you're standing in your way." Shango pulled the blonde towards him and kissed her. His hand groped her breasts and then lowered his head to bite on her nipple. "This is what you white boys want for your women, you hear me, Howard. This is what your women crave. You want to be there to see it happen and you're going to, that I promise you. You're going to give your woman to me, and I'm going to make you understand more about why."
"I don't know if I can do that," Howard complained feebly. "My wife already has a lover. At least I think she does."
"That makes it even better," said Shango.
At that moment Dave walked into the room. He looked a little disoriented; his face was all sweaty and puffy. He polished his glasses with the ends of his shirt and wore it back and said hello to everyone before turning to his friends as if he had lost them this whole time.
"Hiya, guys. You been busy without me?"
They said their goodnight to everyone and shook hands with Master Shango who told them he would be in touch. Howard thought he knew what that meant but did not want to think further about it as Dave led him and Ted out of the apartment.