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Ritch heard his phone ping letting him know he had a new message. A smile spread across his face as he read it.
"Get yo bitch ass over here now. My apartment needs cleaning, faggot."
He threw on a jockstrap, running shorts, and a tank top. Lacing on his shoes and grabbing phone, keys, and bus fair he headed towards the door. "I'm going for a run. I'll be back in a couple hours." There was no response from his parents.
It took the slut nearly forty-five minutes to get to Dre's apartment. He'd planned on going to the park to cruise for dick, but if the man wanted his apartment cleaned the bitch couldn't think of a better way to spend his Saturday.
"Faggot."
"White boy whore."
"Got a nice big dick to choke you with."
Ritch couldn't turn his head fast enough to see all the guys making lewd comments. Many of them had bred his ass at one of the many gang bang parties Dre held with the blond as the star attraction. Some of the women in the building were no better with what they called the slut.
Arriving at Dre's door he was about to knock, but there was a note taped to the door. "Had to run out. Be back soon. Strip to your underwear. Put everything in the bag and wait. If you don't, don't bother coming back."
Of course Ritch would do as instructed. He loved the way the man abused him. Dre made sure the bitch knew he was the maid and his whore to turn out anytime it pleased him. The man often charged a small fee to any guy who wanted to use the white boy as a cumdump or urinal. More than one month the bitch's ass and earned enough to pay his entire rent. In the middle of the hallway with people occasionally walking past, Ritch stripped to his jockstrap and sat on the floor to wait.
An older woman walked past with a cart of groceries in tow. "Good lord. You're back again? Show some respect and put your clothes on before I call the police." She disappeared into her apartment at the end of the hall.
The boy considered her demand as he didn't want to get arrested, but Dre's note said to wait in his underwear and that's what he would do.
A half hour passed and a large man in shorts and a tank top emerged from the stairs and walked down the hall. He wasn't muscular, but not quite overweight either. His height seemed to balance his form out, but he looked huge. The exposed skin was some of the darkest Ritch had ever seen. The bulge in the shorts looked exceptionally promising. He stopped a few doors down eyeing the white boy as he turned his key. "You here to suck that faggot's dick, boy?"
"If he'll let me, Sir."
The man started to close the door but stopped. He watched the boy for another moment and groped his crotch. "Get in here now, bitch."
Ritch jumped to his feet. "Sir, I have to wait for him or I'll be in trouble."
"What the fuck did I say. That wasn't a fuckin' request. Get your lily white ass in here now!"
The slut grabbed his bag of clothes and scrambled into the man's apartment. The big guy stuck a note on Dre's door before locking the bitch in his own unit.
He stared down at the white boy with contempt. "Pull it out, faggot."
The blond did as he was ordered and opened the shorts. The man was going commando and Ritch dutifully lowered the shorts and helped the man step out of them. He was presented with the darkest cock he'd ever seen. Soft it hung down at least eight inches with a heavy foreskin covering the head. Large low hanging balls dangled below the thick meat. Leaning in, Ritch breathed in the strong musk and sighed happily. He rubbed the dick and balls all over his face and then kissed the tip. "May I please suck you, Sir."
"Do it, faggot."
The slut took the head into his mouth, teasing the foreskin before working his tongue under the hood. Wonderful flavors filled the boy's senses. He withdrew the meat from his mouth and pulled back the foreskin. The pink head looked out of place surrounded by the ultra black skin surrounding it. The blond dutifully cleaned the head before pulling the skin forward again to encircle his tongue.
The man watched as the small boy worked, marveling at the feel of it and trying not to moan and show his pleasure. Instead he pushed the boy making him land on his ass as he turned to relax in his favorite chair. He spread his legs wide and growled at the boy. "Get off your fuckin' ass and get back on my cock."
"Yes, Sir." The boy crawled between the outstretched legs and again took the head into his mouth.
Thinking the boy was just playing around and teasing him by only working the head, he grabbed two fistfuls of blond hair and shoved his hardening cock down the boy's throat. The momentary dissatisfaction at not making the boy choke was replaced by incredible pleasure as the faggot not only took his dick to the base, but was working his throat around it like he was swallowing. This time he couldn't hold back his moan.
Ritch let the man set the pace, enjoying the feel of the hands on his head continually forcing him up and down the still growing shaft. The boy desperately wanted it pounding his ass, but figured the man would take him that way if he wanted. As the cock reached full hardness it felt to be around ten inches. He didn't realize the man was watching his jockstrap framed ass bouncing in a mirror across the room.
The slut was being used like a fleshlight by the man and he was thrilled to do it. He rolled the heavy balls around in one hand and reached for a nipple with the other. Moans of pleasure were music to his hears.
Much sooner than either would have liked, the man roared. "OH SHIT. TAKE MY NUT YOU FUCKIN, FAGGOT, COCKSUCKER."
Ritch was held down on the cock as it throbbed in his throat, emptying the balls without him getting a taste other than the final drops.
He pushed the fag away when he'd finished with him. "Get out."
The slut grabbed his bag of clothes and returned to the hall. He could see Dre's door opened and knocked, waiting for permission to enter.
"Thought I told you to wait, bitch."
"I'm sorry, Sir. Your neighbor..."
"I know you were sucking his cock. Lil' faggot, white boy like you can't help himself when offered a black cock. You just gotta drop to your knees and show what a slut you is. I promised him you would. But you didn't do what you were told, so you gotta be punished. Hand over the bag." When the boy complied, the man set it near the window. "If you do a good job, you'll get it back. Otherwise you walkin' home in just that jock. Now get to work. I want this place spotless."
The large man from across the hall walked in. "Gotta admit. The bitch is better than you said. Here's the twenty I owe you."
"Told ya my bitch was good. You know the price of yo want his ass or you can wait for his next party and get a discount."
"You think my dick is gonna fit in that little ass?"
"It'll fit. Just force it 'til it does. The bitch loves to be raped."
The guy eyed the jock framed ass, adjusting his growing cock as he turned and left.
Ritch took Dre's laundry to the building's basement to get it started. An old woman in her eighties laughed her ass off seeing the boy. "At least one white boy learned some respect and does as his Master tells him." The blond blushed deeply.
Back in the apartment, he scrubbed, dusted, and cleaned every inch of it. Dredlocks, who he'd learned was called Jerome, walked in and fist bumped Dre. You still got this bitch cleaning for you?"
"Hell yeah. Why would I do it when he gets off on it?"
"I found him on the bus and you get all the rewards. He should be working in my place."
"You're too scared someone in your building will find out you like dick. Everyone here knows about me and don't give a shit."
"Yeah, yeah. I need his ass when he's done, then you can take mine."
"Looks like he's about done. Yo, Bitch. Get yo ass out here and take care of your other Master. He wants some of that worthless pussy."
Ritch ran into the room, skidding on the floor as he stopped and dropped to his knees in front of Jerome's outstretched legs.
Both men were laughing as the small hands worked to free the meat inside the shorts.
"Hungry little fucker, ain't he?"
"You know it, Jer. Just as hungry and desperate to get some black dick as the night we met him." Dre smiled as the slut swallowed his lover and best friends cock to the base. "Any other bitch woulda been scared off after that train we ran on him. Not this ho. Just keeps comin' back fo more."
Jerome moaned as the boy sucked him, quickly bringing him to full hardness. "Show me that ass, bitch. Who owns it?"
Ritch spun around, dropping his chest to the floor with his ass pointed at the man. "Sir Jerome and Sir Dre own this slut's body, Sir."
"Got that right, bitch." Jerome knelt behind the boy, spit a couple times on the up turned hole and shoved his dick in balls deep on the first try. "Fuck I love the feel of that hole wrapped around me. Faggot's only reason to exist is to take dick for us." He started pounding the small white ass while gripping the boy's hips tight.
Dre watched his friend and rubbed his own crotch. He moved in front of the boy and pulled out his own large piece of meat. "Open."
The slut lifted his chest off the floor and wrapped his lips around Dre's cock. The man held his head still on the semi hard dick and let out a sigh. The boy felt the acidic liquid filling his mouth and quickly began to swallow.
"That's it, bitch. Drink your owner's piss." As his stream came to a stop he started pumping into the boy's throat, matching Jerome's strokes so they both bottomed out at the same time.
"Fuck. Love seeing him spit roasted. Not gonna last long. His ass is just too fuckin' good today."
"Breed the bitch, Jer."
"Awe shit. Take it, faggot. Take my nut." Jerome roared as he unloaded in the slut. It took him about ten minutes to come down from the high of his orgasm and finally pull out of the bitch. "Clean me."
Ritch dutifully swallowed the man's softening dick and sucked him until he was pushed away.
"That's enough for now." Jerome turned and leaned over the couch. "Now eat my sweaty, fuckin' ass."
The blond didn't need to be asked twice and moved in. He inhaled deep. A clean, but sweaty and musky scent filled his nose making his already hard cock throb. He worked his Sir's ass for twenty minutes before the man stood.
"Fuck that feels good. I need yo dick in me, Dre. Time for you to get out, faggot."
"Be here next Friday and don't plan on goin' home 'til Sunday. Got a big party lined up for you. Got about two hundred already prepaid for the video feed."
Dre was leaning on the window sill beside the boy's bag of clothes. He looked down into the alley and smiled as he pushed the bag out and watched it fall into the dumpster below. "Opps. My bad. Sorry about that, bitch. Better hurry to get yo stuff."
The men roared with laughter as the jockstrap clad white boy raced out the door in search of his clothes.
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Ritch knew his way around the building. He'd had to haul trash out to the dumpsters before. As he rounded the corner he stopped to see a group of six teens in the alley holding the bag his clothes had been in.
"Looks like I got me a new phone." One of the teens waved the device around as he leered at the white boy.
Walking into the middle of the group, the blond felt himself getting hard again. "Can I please have my stuff back?"
"Oh, this yo stuff? We found it in the dumpster, so it's ours now."
"Yo got somethin' to buy it back wit?"
"Looks like someone's nut's leakin' out of the faggot's pussy."
"No doubt. The bitch comes here to get raped. Saw in the door at one of the parties they threw for him."
"If he likes dick that much he can work to get his clothes back. Sound good to you, faggot. Willin' to suck my cock to get this stuff back?"
"I'll suck off all of you and you can fuck me if you give me my things back. I'll do whatever you want."
"Fuckin' faggot. Suck my dick now." He grabbed the blonds head and forced it into his crotch.
Ritch grabbed the waistband of the guys shorts and underwear and pulled them below his balls. Lifting the semi hard meat to his lips, he swallowed it and feverishly worked his tongue around it to get the guy hard.
"Awe shit. He's actually doin' it."
"Damn right he's doin' it. He's a white boy faggot. Can't help himself."
"He any good?"
"Oh fuck yeah. Sucks dick better than yo sister."
"Don't be talkin' about my sister, asshole. An she better not be suckin' yo dick unless you payin' me for her to do it."
The teen getting the blowjob wrapped his fingers in the blond's hair and pulled him all the way on. "He ain't even choking. Got my dick in his throat and he's fuckin' swallowin' around it."
"Not chokin' cause you got a small dick." One of the oldest in the group teased as he moved behind the blond. "Guess since you got that hole occupied I'll take this one. He whipped out his hard dick and shoved it into the cum lubed ass. "Shit he's tight. Even after getting banged."
"Gonna nut down his throat soon. Just too fuckin' good. Awe yeah, bitch. Take it." He held the small teen on his cock as he unloaded. "Next." He stepped away as other took his place.
"At least we can't knock up this bitch."
The guy pumping the slut's ass picked up speed. "Gonna breed him. Fuck this pussy's good." He tried to hold him his moan as his cock throbbed and added his cum to the blonds ass.
"Should we text the rest of the guys about the available pussy?"
"Fuck yeah. Let'em all know."
The guy who'd just bred the bitch's ass picked up the bag of clothes and wiped his dick off on the blond's shirt. Tossing it back in the bag he smirked as the blond and other teens watched him. He held the bag just below his cock and started pissing in it. The others roared with laughter.
Ritch pulled off the dick he was currently sucking. "Can I drink the rest of your piss, Sir?"
"Suck fuckin, faggot." The guy pinched off his stream, moved to the boy's face and let it go. The piss splashed in Ritch's face as he opened his mouth to take any he could get.
The guys dragged the blond into an unused room at the back of the building as more teens showed up. Three hours later the last of them walked off leaving the slut in a puddle of piss and dripping cum.
His clothes were still in the alley, soaked and filthy, but he had something to cover up on. The phone was another matter. It was long gone. He'd have to give his parents some excuse for what happened to it. He knew he'd never be able to get on the bus in the condition he was in.
As the sky darkened with dusk, the blond started his long walk home, proud of the taking on the group of teens and hoping they'd use him again.
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Dante was laughing his ass off as he pictured the boy walking through the hood, soaked in piss with his face and hair streaked with cum. "You really haven't found a black dick you won't take, have you, bitch?" He didn't expect the boy to answer since his cock was buried in the tight throat as Cesar lapped away at the slut's ass. He'd been taping away on his phone as he finished reading.
"Get down to the playroom. Open the door, lights to level three, lock yourself to the fuck bench, and put on a blindfold."
"Yes, Sir."
"Got some of the off duty K-9 officers coming over. They're horny as fuck. When they done with you, gonna see if I can get more than twenty bucks a fuck for your ass." He slapped boy boy's butt hard. "Now, who owns you?"
"You do, Sir. My Master, Sir Dante owns this bitch."
"Damned right. I own you until I get bored with your used up hole. Now get moving whore. You got work to do."
To Be Continued
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