1. The Pleasures of a Street Thug


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: lins1988, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Mike was the leader of a small gang of misfits. He and his pals roamed the streets of their small part of the city almost every night. They loved to rough up scrawny men who were foolish enough to walk the darkened streets alone. Most of their prey were office workers who got too caught up in their work, as well as the occasional naive tourist. Mike had the physique of a man who had lived most of his thirty seven years on the street. He was an intimidating man, standing about six and a half feet tall. His broad shoulders and wiry muscle atoned to the hard life he led. His face would have been almost handsome, if it wasn't hidden by his long mud colored beard. His dark eyes darted down the street to a well dressed young man. Mike signaled to his men. He had chosen a target. He watched the alley shadows carefully, his well trained eyes alert for even the smallest movement. One by one he received signals back from all three of his men. They were ready to surround the young man once he had walked far enough down the poorly lit street. Mike waited until the young man had walked past the hiding spots of his first two men, Then he stepped out of the shadows of his alley. He put his hands in his pockets and kept his head down, trying to look like any other person walking down the street. He was headed towards the young man. By the time that Mike was within twenty feet of his target, the young man was surrounded and didn't even know it. Mike approached the young man, "Excuse me sir, ...
    can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call my wife and tell her I'm on my way home." The young man looked this scraggly, white stranger up and down before digging in his pocket and retrieving his cell phone. "Uh, yea sure, I guess," he stammered. Mike took the phone, and chucked it a good fourteen feet to one side. That was the signal to his men to move in. "Hey man, what the hell? Why did you just throw my phone?" The young man started after his phone. He stopped when he came face to face with Jinx, Mike's second in command. The black man towered over the youth, standing almost seven foot tall and as broad as a barn. Jinx was one of those men that made you cry for mommy. Mike had always wanted to paint him green and sic him on the general population, just to see how they would react. By then the young man knew what was happening. He backed slowly away from Jinx and Mike, only to turn around and see Kris and Frog behind him. "Look gentlemen I don't want any trouble. I just want to get home. It's late and I have to tuck my kids into bed," the young man's voice was high pitched as he spoke. Mike knew this guy didn't have any kids. He was a career junky, spending all day at a computer making lots of money for very little work. "Give us your money and that watch, and we will let you go," Mike said through his teeth. The young man dug out his wallet and tossed it to the ground at Mike's feet. Mike looked at Frog who bent down to pick it up. Frog jumped back to avoid a clumsy kick ...
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