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The blond slut parked his Range Rover in front of what had once been a grocery store. The neighborhood was a little run down, but had plenty of activity. He walked into the gym and waited for his trainer to show up. He was a little early which gave him a chance to scan the large space he'd been told to come to and admire the muscular bodies working out. Other than size, there was one main difference between Ritch and everyone present. He was the only white boy there. The gym was predominantly black. There was a scattering of Hispanics as well, but at least ninety percent of the members were African-American from what the boy could see. As he waited just inside the door he received a bunch of lewd comments from members as they came and went.
His trainer, Andre, knew the slut's love of dark skin from personal experience and figured he'd like it there. Being the sole white boy surrounded by dozens of black men could be a distraction and a fun way to watch his client. Ritch met Andre at his regular gym, a somewhat fancy place that had more gays working out and primping in front of mirrors than straights. He'd originally found the slut on his knees in the steam room blowing a muscle bound redhead. After he'd watched that pretty white ass during the boy's workout he knew he was getting it one way or another. Andre easily slid into the exposed hole and was surprised at how tight it was. The boy never even pulled off the cock he was sucking to see who had mounted him. After breeding the bitch for six months he suggested working as the boy's trainer. The boy didn't complain once when he was told it would be $150 per session. When Andre suggested a different, less crowded gym to work at three days a week, the boy was eager to give it a shot.
"LaMont. I want to introduce you to one of my best clients. This is bitch, sorry, meet Ritch."
The owner of the gym, a giant black muscle god didn't look too pleased. "Andre, by law we're technically open to everyone, but almost everyone who comes here is black."
"I figured he could stand to get out of that fancy gym for a while and see how real men build muscles. He'll learn a lot here as he watches the others do their routines. Besides, I think you'll like having his business."
"I suppose we could give this a try. If there are any problems I'll cancel his membership. Yours too."
"Oh, I don't think there will be any problems. And he doesn't mind some good natured harassment. Honestly, I think some of the guys will like him if they take the time to get to know him." Andre grinned and made a lewd gesture that went unseen by his client. "He wanted to show his enthusiasm to be here by joining on your top tier membership."
The muscle god raised an eyebrow at the trainer since he only had one membership price. Eyeing the short blond he adjusted the crotch of his gym shorts and smiled knowingly as the blonds eyes locked onto his oversized bulge. "I suppose if he wants the gold package prepaid for a year we can give this a try. I'd say month by month, but I want to know he's serious about being here."
Ritch finally spoke up, though he didn't feel a part of the conversation. "Andre thinks I should work out here, so if it's what you require, I'm happy to pay a year in advance, Sir."
LaMont, the owner, detected an emphasis on the word Sir and suppressed his grin. A white pussy boy coming into his establishment could be trouble or fun for the members. Either way if the faggot paid up front it was worth a shot. He pulled out the paperwork for membership and had the boy sign everything. He explained several portions before each signature. When he got to the page with membership dues, he crossed out the normal $40 per month. "Since you're getting the gold membership, it's going to be a little more than the base price listed here." After it was signed, he wrote Gold Package $200/month on the page. "I just need your credit card to run the payment."
The blond handed over a black credit card. His eyes followed the incredible body as the owner walked across the room to the payment machine. Ritch couldn't help licking his lips as he eyed the massive bulge on the man's return.
"Sign this." LaMont put a credit slip for $2400 in front of the boy who signed it without any comment on the price. "Just a reminder that if you decide to quit the gym during the year or do something to get kicked out there's no refund on the gold memberships."
"I understand, Sir. Just out of curiosity, what's special about the gold pack?"
The muscle god now glared at Andre thinking he'd have to come up with something unique, but the trainer beat him too it. "You get an assigned locker and towel service. There's also a discount on anything in the gym store, but I doubt they sell things in your size. Might be able to find a jockstrap for you there."
"Sounds good. I'm just looking forward getting a good workout in a place that isn't overcrowded."
"Your trainer left out one important benefit to the gold package." LaMont leered at the small body and had to admit the boy was in good shape. He moved so he was leaning against his desk, directly in front of the boy. "It gets you access to this package from time to time." He grabbed the blond's head and forced it into his crotch. He could feel the hot breath as the boy inhaled deep. When the head moved under his hand, he thought the bitch was trying to pull away, but instead the boy was rubbing his face on the protruding mound under the shorts. "Yeah, I think we can give you a try, bitch. Sorry, I mean Ritch."
When his head was released, Ritch remained against the bulge for a few more moments before pulling back. "Both names are close, so easy to slip. I've gotten use to answering to both, Sir."
"You're trainer's on the clock, so go do your workout with him and I'll give you one when you're done."
"Yes, Sir."
An hour after Andre began putting the bitch through his routine he was walking the boy back into LaMont's office. "He's all yours."
The muscle god eyed the small white boy. He'd had time to let his horniness cool and had doubts about using someone who appeared so tiny. "What did you think? This place good enough compared to where you used to workout?" He leaned against his desk, directly in front of the boy.
"I like it here, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to join. The guys are more into what they're doing. I think I could improve my technique by watching them. People aren't constantly coming up to me asking about some TV show or the latest gossip about some singer. Plus it's nice not having to fight for a machine."
"Anyone give you a problem?" LaMont ran a finger along his thickening shaft and smiled that the boy's eyes never left the mound. The tongue licking those sweet cocksucker lips made his cock throb.
"No, Sir. I heard a few comments about a white boy being here, but it looks like I'm the only one so I kind of expected it. I don't mind and will put up with anything I have to, Sir. I really don't care what people call me or say."
"Good attitude, bitch. Now what you have to put up with is my cock finding its way into your throat." He pulled his thick meat from his shorts and slapped the ten inch giant into the palm of his hand a few times. A combination of lust and disgust filled him as he saw the boy's eyes glaze over in hunger.
The slut leaned forward, taking the head of the monster black cock into his mouth. He worshipped the tip, lapping at the piss slit and then edging his tongue under the foreskin. When he had licked alway all the flavor that had accumulated under the skin he began his descent taking more and more. As it hit the back of his throat, he stood to get a better angle and continued pushing down. The talented slut didn't stop until his lips were at the base of the massive shaft, this throat spasming around it as he attempted to swallow.
LaMont marvled at having his entire cock buried in the slut's throat. "Damn, boy. Didn't think you'd get it all on the first try." As incredible as it felt and looked to have the bitch take everything, he was a little disappointed since he'd planned on grabbing the boy's head and forcefully shoving it all in. Still, he laid a hand on the back of the blond head and began pumping his cock. As the slut worked his dick, he ran his hand down the boy's spine and into the small workout shorts. His finger found the hole and as he rubbed it, the opening felt like it was trying to grab the probing digit.
"You got a hungry hole, bitch."
The boy only moaned his answer, not willing to remove the meat from his mouth.
The muscle god pushed the boy's shorts down, exposing the milky white bubble butt. He continued to paw it and drag is finger through the crack, teasing the hole. Raising his hand, he let it crash down on one cheek with a loud crack. He was pleased the boy never lost focus on the blowjob and moaned as he administered a spank to the other cheek. A red handprint began forming on both sides.
For twenty minutes the white bitch expertly sucked the black cock, alternating between the head, deep throating it, and working on the massive balls. The slut instinctively knew when the man was close to cumming and changed tactics to keep him on the edge.
LaMont forcefully pushed the white boy off his cock, a feel of satisfaction filling him as the slut ended up on his ass. With a growl, he yanked the boy's shirt over his head, picked the small body off the floor, and dropped it over his desk. He pulled the slut's shorts completely off and admired the pink hole. Spitting on it a couple times he lined his steel hard cock up and slammed it into the boy. The combination of the yelp and the wind being knocked out of the boy made the man smile. From the start he hammed the slut's cunt relentlessly. Part of him hoped it was hurting and part didn't care because of how good the boy's hole felt wrapped around his shaft.
Even with his stamina, LaMont couldn't keep going forever. As the slapping sounds of his groin and balls hitting the white boy's ass grew louder, he roared and buried himself balls deep. The contents of his balls exploded as he bred the bitch. The feel of the remarkably tight hold still squeezing his shaft surprised him as the boy tried to milk everything he could from the man. He relaxed with his arms braced on the desk as his cock still throbbed.
One of the gym employees knocked once and walked into the office finding his boss naked on top of the small white boy he'd seen working out earlier. "Oh... Umm... Sorry boss. Didn't know you were... Umm..."
"Just welcoming the gym's newest member. What you need?"
"Dropping off invoices." He couldn't take his eyes off the scene. "Damn, LaMont. You fit that fuckin' python in that tiny thing?"
"Yep, took it down his throat first try and fit like a glove when I filled his cunt."
The working adjusted his crotch. "Think I could have a go at the bitch when you're done?"
"Not today. I'm done with the whore for now so it's time for him to leave. I'm sure you'll have a shot at him sometime. He's gonna be working out here three times a week. Doubt he'll say no to any of the guys here. Isn't that right, faggot."
"Yes, Sir. Anything you say, Sir."
"See. You can have him next time."
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Ritch dutifully followed the instructions of his trainer at each workout. When Andre would point to someone doing an exercise, he'd describe the technique the man was using and assist his client in replicating it. If he'd notice the slut's water bottle getting low, he would refill it with piss between sets. After the workout, he left the boy to shower and change promising to stop by the playroom to give him a reward for a good session. Ritch would rinse off and sometimes hit the steam room or sauna to help his muscles relax. The other members weren't shy about showing their cock to the token white boy, nor did they hold back from demanding his throat or ass while they relax in the steam.
The slut had just drained the balls of one guy and headed to the shower to cool down before going home. He always took a spot at the back of the L shaped gang shower. He wasn't surprised when he felt a hand on his ass. As he rinsed the soap from his face he turned to see a group of men behind him.
Feeling horny, the guys had been joking about the white boy when they saw him leave the steam room and head for the shower. One of their buddies walked out right after the boy giving them a thumbs up. They waited for the boy to become involved in his shower before they headed to the back, around the corner that wasn't visible from the locker room.
One of the guys reached out to brush his hand over the milky white bubble butt in front of him. The silky smooth skin that covered the boy's muscles was soft. His black cock throbbed as he grabbed the boy and dragged him away from the wall. A hand clamped over the slut's mouth as he was forced to the floor. The guy who had felt up the ass shoved his cock balls deep into the boy as two others held him in place.
The entry was rough and painful, but no worse than Ritch had felt in the past. Still he knew he was expected to cry out as these men raped him. He put on a good show, attempting to struggle and get away from his attackers which only encouraged them more.
The hand coving is mouth was replaced by an ultra dark cock. It wasn't fully hard yet but still worked into his throat. The guy sighed and unleashed a torrent of piss down the faggot's throat while his buddy hammered away at the ass. Six more men stood around waiting their turn at the gym pussy. Two by two the guys took a turn at the bitch, using him as hard as they could. The slut's own cock stood out to its own eight rock hard inches as he got used by these men. Every slur they could think of was used as they turned the white boy into their cumdum. When the last guys pulled out, the group stood around the slut and pissed on him. They walked off, laughing and hi-fiving each other.
Ritch laid on the tile floor in a pool of piss and his own cum, exhausted but happy how the rape scene had played out. He loved this gym and the guys who worked out here.
He finally found the strength to stand and rinsed off again. As he approached his locker, the door was bent open and its contents were gone: clothes, wallet, keys, everything. He sat on the bench as some soreness from the shower workout set in. It had been a while since his close had been stolen, but at least he was in a locker room this time and not blindfolded and handcuffed to a urinal in a public bathroom.
One of the staff walked by as he cleaned the locker room. "What happened to that locker?"
"I came out of the shower and found it like that. All my clothes are gone."
"Probably just some guys playing a prank since you're still the new guy." He eyed the naked white boy. "Tell ya what. You suck my cock and I'll go get the boss to see what he can do to help. Sound fair?"
Ritch dropped to his knees in front of the man.
"Not here. Get into the handicap stall."
Doing as he was told, the slut sat on the toilet as the man stood in front of him, pulling down his pants to expose a nice sized cock.
"Suck it, faggot."
He did as ordered and felt the meat hardening in his mouth. After the rough use earlier, this guy was kind of boring as he stood there. It only took the slut about five minutes before he heard the guy grunting and felt the cock throb. Seconds later cum was oozing from the head as a thick load covered his tongue.
"Thanks, bitch. I'll go tell LaMont about the locker." He zipped up and walked off.
After almost an hour, the gym owner entered the locker room. "I hear your locker was damaged."
"Yes, Sir." Ritch pointed to the bent door on the empty locker. "My clothes and everything are gone."
"Fuck. That door's will need replacing. Someone's gonna need to pay for repairs to this. You rented the locker and the contract says you're responsible for it."
"Whatever you want, Sir." The white boy was feeling a mix of excitement at the situation and defeat. "Sir? If you still have my credit card on file, could I use that to buy some clothes from the store so I can get home?"
"I suppose we could do that. I'll try to find the smallest thing we have. Come to my office and you can sign the receipt."
"Yes, Sir." The slut stood and rewrapped the towel around his waist preparing to follow the black muscle god.
"Those towels aren't supposed to leave the locker room. You know the rules."
Ritch dropped the towel in the used bin and followed the powerful man through the gym. The owner stopped several times to chat with members as they teased the white boy about his nakedness.
LaMont left Ritch in his office as he grabbed a shirt and shorts. They would both be way too big, but he didn't care. He ran two credit charges, one for the locker damage and the other for the clothes. Both were $500 and the bitch signed without even looking at them.
Barefoot and holding the large shorts at his waist, he walked outside. Realization hit him once again that he didn't have the keys to his Range Rover. Looking to the parking lot, the black SUV was no longer where it had been parked. He shook his head. "Fuck this is turning into an expensive day, but damn if it wasn't worth it to get gang raped in the shower."
Heading back in he asked if one of the staff could drive him home. He'd happily pay for the employee's time and gas. His ass would also be part of the payment.
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Officer Dante Johnson and Cesar came by the house to review the report on the stolen Range Rover and credit cards from the wallet he'd accidently left in the vehicle. He laughed as the bitch described what happened at the gym. The report never mentioned the keys were taken from his locker or anything else that happened; only that it was taken from the parking lot. "You get the credit cards cancelled?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How much they charge to them?"
"Couple thousand, Sir. Bank said I shouldn't be responsible for the charges."
"Damn, those boy's had some fun with you. How you feel about all that stuff taken?" He looked down at the boy kneeling in front of him. The rock hard cock told him everything he needed to know. "Looks like you wish you did have to pay all that money."
"Bigger and stronger guys took what they wanted from me, Sir. I guess I should be paying for it. May I suck Sir's cock now?"
"Get too it, bitch."
Dante's cock was in the boy's throat as he tapped away on his tablet reviewing a response to his report on the stolen Range Rover. Cesar's knot locked him to the bitch he was pumping full of cum breeding that ass once more. "Hey, good news. The already found your car. One county over." He looked at the notes on the vehicle. "Oh, damn. Stripped bare and burned out. Guess that kinda sucks. I liked borrowing it from you when I took a date out. At least the insurance will pay out faster so you can buy me something just as nice to drive." He felt his balls tighten and grabbed the blond's head. "Oh fuck, swallow that load bitch." He panted as he tried to catch his breath. "I know you enjoyed the day no matter what happened, and best of all you get to end it filled at both ends with cop cum."
To Be Continued
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