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Ritch was up early to take care of Marcus' morning wood and to make breakfast for the Marine. He missed Sir Dante, but it was great having his friend in the house. He'd worshipped the man for years. As the Marine left to attend his meetings, Ritch cleaned the house and took care of Cesar. He curled up on the floor with the police dog who licked his face once the pair were no longer tied together. The dog and pup dozed off with the boy dreaming of the remainder of the week he'd met Marcus.
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The white boy could feel the latest load running down his leg as he closely followed Dreadlocks and Flattop. The back of his shorts felt damp and when both guys gave him their cum in the alley, he blew his own load hands free in the pouch of his jock. Even with all the cocks he'd taken that night in the park, the bitch was fueled by lust and only thinking about the next dick. He eagerly followed the two strangers he'd met on the bus in hopes they would follow through on raping him all night. Thoughts of his safety never even entered his clouded mind.
The three walked down the street in what was generally considered a rough part of town. Flattop turned up the steps of a rundown apartment building. A group of guys were outside smoking and drinking when the trio arrived.
"What up, Dre? Why ya got a lil' white puppy following ya?"
"Found him suckin' dick on the bus. The bitch can't get enough cock an he can deep throat anything." Flattop glanced at the slut. "Figured we'd bring him here and run a train on him all night. The bitch needs to be raped."
"Damn..." One of the other guys who'd been smoking groped his crotch. "Don't look big enough to take a real dick."
Another of the guys eyed the white boy. "Ya couldn't find a real bitch to bring back? Be hot to slide into some pussy or get my dick between some big tits."
"Boys... A hole's a hole and a ho's a ho. Don't gotta be nice to this one to get it to put out. It's gonna take what it gits. Don't matter if it says no or not. And gonna be full of black nut when we done. Ya know a white fag like this be begging for it before we even start."
"Yeah, yeah. We all know you don't care who swings on your dick."
Dreads pumped up his chest. "Bitch already got my nut leakin' from its cunt. Gonna see how many it can take. Didn't even gag when Dre had his dick down its throat. Fucker was born to take cock."
"You gonna share with a brutha?"
"Figure we gonna rent the whore out. Don't care who fucks it. The bitch is gonna take dick until we toss it out. Just gotta give me a finder's fee."
"I got twenty bucks."
"Deal." Dre grabbed the slut by the shirt and started dragging him to the door. "But I'm gonna fuck its cunt before any of you guys do. Gotta see how it compares to its mouth."
"Damn, brutha. Got me horned up. I'll take of piece of the bitch for twenty."
"Sweet. Lets head up. This bitch is takin' it 'til we done. Like I said. The ho needs to be raped."
"Fuck yeah. Gonna tear up whities pussy."
Dre, Dreadlocks, and the other six guys went upstairs to Dre's apartment. His pad was in desperate need of cleaning. As soon as he pushed the boy inside, Ritch was already yanked off his shirt and shorts. The slut dropped to all fours without being told. He looked hungrily over his shoulder at the eight black men. "Please fuck me, Sir. I need your cock in me."
"Hear that boy's. The bitch needs it." Dre dropped to his knees behind the slut, whipped out his long cock and slammed it into the exposed, cum-lubed hole. "Damn. Fucker's pussy feels incredible." He setup and hard, fast fuck as he pounded the boy's ass.
"Damn, brutha. You weren't kidding. Look at him taking it. Gonna try out the mouth until its cunt's free."
Dreadlocks tapped away on his phone and it was soon pinging with messages. "Got a bunch more guys comin' over for a turn at the ho. Get in line, pay your twenty, and you can breed its cunt." He listened to the slut moaning at getting dicked by his buddy. "Can warm up in its mouth until the pussy's available."
The slut turned his head to look at the group of men surrounding him as they started pulling out black dicks in every shade and size. "If you gotta piss I'll drink it."
"Sick lil fuckin' faggot." One of the biggest guys in the group shoved his dick in the boy's mouth and held still. After a few moments he signed. "Fuck yeah, bitch. Drink my piss."
The guys were laughing and high-fiving each other.
When the guy finished pissing, he started pumping his big cock into the slut's throat. Even soft he was huge, but hard it was massive. He got about nine inches into the small white boy's throat before it felt like he couldn't get any deeper. There were still a couple inches. He pulled all the way out and slapped his meat against the boy's face. Wrapping his hands around the blond's head, he again shoved into the throat. Dre rammed his dick into the cum filled ass at the same time. The stud working the boy's throat managed to bury his dick to the hilt.
"Oh shit! He took it all. The fucker got all twelve inches in his throat." He looked down in disbelief. "Tiny little bitch and he took it all. No one's done that before."
"Told ya this bitch was good."
"Fuckin A. Tie it up and don't let it leave the building. Think anyone would miss it if we keep the bitch?"
The guys filling the apartment were laughing.
Ritch swallowed around the massive cock, reveling in the praise from the guys using him.
"Awe Fuck..." Dre pounded the boy's pussy like a madman. "Gonna nut. Take it, bitch." He gripped the boy's hips tight and buried himself deep, letting his balls empty into the white boy. "Shit! I ain't fucked a bitch this good before." He yanked his dick out of the boy. "Next."
The guy with the twelve inches switched from the mouth to ass and sank his dick balls deep into the cum filled hole. White goo leaked from the hole as the monster cock filled it. "Fucker's still tight after taking your dick." He started out slow and worked into a pounding fuck.
The slut was moaning around whatever cock was in his mouth at the time. He quickly slipped into cum pig heaven as each guy used him. Just like at the park earlier, all that mattered to him was satisfying the dicks in him at that moment. His entire world revolved around that. Each guy pounding away at his ass made it burn that much more and each load they filled him with cooled the burning. His stomach felt bloated and he had no idea how much cum or piss he'd drank.
Guys were coming and going. As soon as one would dump his load, he'd be replaced by another willing to pay his twenty bucks for a turn at the little white whore.
At some point in the night Ritch passed out, but guys continued to fuck him. They didn't care of the boy was conscious or not as long as his hole wrapped around their dick. The slut was nothing but a cumdump to them.
By 4:00 a.m. the line of guys had died out and the party ended. Dre and Dreadlocks dumped the boy's cum soaked body in the bathtub and pissed on him.
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The boy woke feeling cold. The hard surface he slept on was uncomfortable. His eyes didn't want to open and he had to rub them to remove the crustiness from around them. When he could finally see, he looked around and took in the dilapidated bathroom. He tried to move, but his body ached all over, especially his ass. He gently ran a finger over his hole and brought the liquid he collected to his mouth, sucking the cum from them. His jockstrap was still on, but felt slimy.
Ritch turned on the water as he stripped off the jock and washed his body clean inside and out. He wondered how many guys had used him as he watched cum flood form his overused hole. There was an old towel on the floor he picked up to dry off with. Somehow it didn't feel right using the one hanging up.
He looked around the bathroom and didn't see his clothes anywhere. Venturing out he looked in the main room and didn't see anyone. His shirt, shorts, and shoes were on the floor among other clothes and debris. Heading back down the hall he came from, he entered the bedroom. Dreadlocks and Flattop, Dre if he remembered right, were asleep on the bed. Both men were naked.
The blond crawled onto the bed between the men. He cuddled up close to Dreadlocks, pushing his nose into the man's armpit. Dre soon rolled over and wrapped his arm around the small body, his semi-hard cock finding a resting place in the boy's crack. Exhausted, Ritch was asleep again within minutes.
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A sharp sting woke Ritch from a dream of getting spit roasted by the two men he'd met on the bus. The pain turned out to be Dre ramming his morning wood into the boy's tender hole. The large man's full body weight was on top of the boy he pressed into the bed. The slut could only moan.
"The bitch is awake."
"Bout time. I'm about to nut."
Somehow Ritch managed to tighten his muscles around Dre. "Awe shit. Take it, bitch."
As the man collapsed onto the boy's back, Ritch smiled. "Thank you, Sir."
"Damn. Even after last night. The bitch is still happy to take it."
Dreadlocks waved his dick in front of the boy's face. "Got your breakfast here. Once you're done you can get out." He kicked back as the white slut's lips wrapped around his dick once again. "Can't fuckin' believe we made six hundred bucks whoring your ass out at twenty buck a fuck. And no one cared when you passed out. Just kept on poundin' yo pussy and dumpin' their nut in ya."
"All because we had to take the late bus home. Turned out to be our lucky night."
Ritch sucked off Dreads as ordered, swallowing a thick and tasty load. The bitch got out of bed and went to the main room where he'd seen his clothes. The jockstrap was still damp, filled with multiple loads of cum and soaked with piss from who knows how many guys. He was glad his phone, house keys, and bus money were still in the pockets. He felt himself getting hard as he looked at the cum stain on the floor where he'd been gang banged. Neither of the studs came out of the bedroom to see their bitch out the door.
Several guys saw him as he walked down the stairs to the buildings entrance.
"Hot lil pussy you got, bitch."
"Don't come lookin for me if I knocked you up."
"Come back anytime you wanna get that cunt banged again, faggot."
"Daymn... The bitch didn't look so young with his face covered in my nut. I'd still fuck him again."
The slut looked up at the building's address. Given the comments, he hoped to come back.
Ritch was happy his parents were at work when he got home. He took a shower, tenderly cleaning his sore ass. His fingers easily slid into the opening. As he winced a little in pain, he also wondered how long before he'd get fucked again. Eventually he crawled into bed and fell asleep.
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A couple days later Ritch walked up the flight of stairs in the old apartment building. He knocked on the door but no one answered. An elderly woman looked at the white boy scornfully. "He ain't home." She scurried off towards the stairs. The boy decided to wait and sat on the floor next to the door.
He wasn't sure how long he'd sat on the floor. The boy might have dozed off for a bit. A hand grabbing his arm and dragging him from his spot startled him. A second one clamped over his mouth once he was on his feet.
His assailant dragged him up the stairs. They climbed past the top floor of apartments and stopped around a corner at a door the boy thought led to the roof. The man behind him yanked down the boy's shorts and pushed him to bend over. Spitting on the slut's exposed ass several times, the guy rubbed his hard dick through the natural lube and pushed in. He clamped his hand over the boy's mouth against when he elicited a moan. He sank the shaft balls deep and enjoyed the tightness of the little white boy.
The unseen man got his mouth right next to the boy's ear. "Don't gotta pay no twenty bucks to fuck yo pussy this time, bitch." He pumped the slut's hole in long steady thrusts. "Fuck. Can't believe your cunt's still tight after all the dick you took the other night. Ya may not have tits, but a white boy riding a real man's dick is the next best thing." He rode the bitch's ass for around ten minutes. "Awe shit. Take my nut, faggot."
Ritch felt the warmth of the man's cum filling him. Almost as soon as the guy finished cumming, he disappeared down the stairs. The slut reached back, scooping as much of the cum from his hole as he could and licked his fingers clean. He looked around and saw used condoms and needles littering the stairwell.
Walking back to wait at the apartment door again, a tall man in overalls carrying a tool box stopped him. "What you doin' in here, boy?"
"Waiting for a friend to get home, Sir."
"Mmhmm. You that bitch they ran a train on the other night, ain't you?"
Ritch blushed.
"Follow me or get the fuck out of the building, white boy."
The slut followed the man. This time he descended the stairs to the basement. The man pushed opened a door and placed his toolbox on a shelf. He popped off the shoulder straps of his overalls and let them fall to the floor exposing extremely dark skin. "Suck my fuckin' dick, white boy. Got it nice and sweaty for you."
Ritch bent over, smelling the strong musk from the man and taking the thick, uncut meat between his lips. It was semi-hard when he started and enjoyed the feel of it growing under his tongue work.
The building's superintendent pushed his big hand into the boy's shorts, sliding a meaty finger over the hole. "Damn, boy. Already got it wet. Who fucked you and where?"
The slut didn't want to take his mouth off the tasty cock, but did answer. "Don't know who, Sir. Someone grabbed me and dragged me to the top of the stairs. Fucked me in front of some door then took off."
"Means you're lubed up for me." He pushed the boy back down on his dick, forcing his thick shaft into the slut's throat. There was disappointment when the boy didn't gag at all. "Bend over that fuckin' desk. I didn't get to fuck you when they were whoring you out, but I sure as hell am now."
Ritch stepped out of his shorts and bend over the desk as ordered. He looked back as the dark black man shoved what felt like a baseball bat into his hole. There was no slow start, just a hard, pounding fuck from the beginning.
"Damn... Best fuckin' white boy pussy I had in years." He gripped the slut's hips as he slammed in over and over. "Awe fuck. Gonna nut, bitch. Take it."
For the second time since arriving in the building, a black man was unloading in his ass.
When the building super pulled out he was breathing heavy. "Suck my dick, white boy. Make sure it's fuckin' clean. Gotta remember yo place is serving guys like me."
Ritch took pleasure in sucking the cum and ass juice off the man's dick. He kissed the tip reverently when he finished.
"I gotta get back to work. Get the fuck outa my office, bitch."
"Thank you for using me, Sir."
"Yeah, yeah. I see you around here again, I'm gonna punish your ass again."
The slut went back upstairs to wait and see if Dre would make it home before he had to leave. Eventually he heard a familiar voice from the stairs.
"Hey there, bitch. Wondered if you'd come back." Dre opened the door and pushed the slut inside. "Needin' more dick? Wantin' to get pimped out again?"
"I want anything you do, Sir. I hoped to suck your dick again or get fucked by you if you'd let me. I also wanted to try and find a way to thank you for the other night. I'll do anything."
"Anything you say?" Dre looked around the apartment. "If you want my dick, clean the fuckin' apartment first. Giv'me them clothes. All of 'em. You gonna work naked. Might give'em back if you do a good job or I'll kick yo ass out naked."
"Yes, Sir." Ritch quickly stripped and gave everything to the guy who had whored him out.
"Damn. White boy got a decent dick. Didn't noticed that before with yo jock on. Get to cleaning."
Ritch happily got to work tidying the apartment. It took him several hours, but it was clean when he finished.
"Didn't think you'd actually do it." Dre sat on the couch watchin ESPN and drinking a beer. "On your knees. Want you to suck my dick nice and slow."
"Yes, Sir."
"I could get used ta this. Cock whore white boy as my maid. Keep my crib clean and my dick polished. May even whore you out more to pay my rent. You like that, bitch."
"I'd love it, Sir." The slut pushed down deep, pressing his nose against Dre's short hairs.
"This is the fuckin' life."
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Ritch had everything prepared for dinner whenever Marcus arrived home. It just needed to be popped in the oven. He tidied up a few things around the house, working naked like always.
Keys in the front door and the chirp of the alarm let the boy know someone was home. He went to the front room and knelt as the studly Marine walked in and set his briefcase down.
Seeing the boy kneeling, he walked over and rubbed the blond hair. "Good boy."
The pup nuzzled the man's hand. "May I help take your uniform off, Sir?"
"Come, pup." Marcus led them to the bedroom. "Take it off slowly."
"Yes, Sir."
The Marine watched as the boy got to work. "Damn... This is the life."
To Be Continued
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