My name is Rio.
A few hours ago I was living a fairly routine life. I've been out of work so mostly unemployed and often unable to pay rent. But at least able to get the odd hookup here and there. My profile read something like this:
Consistently a bottom. Redboned, or also known as light-skinned and black, originating from the South. 24 years old and once hopeful about a career in finance, now not so sure. Secretly attracted to my hunky, alpha-male, college-athlete house mate. Big ass for big dicks!
Now, it would need to be updated with the following:
Recently discovering the boundless nature of my submissiveness. Currently in the middle of getting gangbanged by my house-mate and his asshole, athletic friends.
I was standing in the kitchen, feeling exhilarated. My whole body was on edge. But my hole was pulsing, as though calling out for the dick that was there a few minutes ago. Cole was standing nearby, watching me over the tall glass of peach-coloured drink.
"So, is this like your first gangbang?" he smirked at me.
I stared at him incredulously. I guess that question wasn't unusual for him, judging by the revelation of his lifestyle. "Yes! Are you fuckin' kidding me?"
He smiled mischievously. "Language, babes. Don't let the boys hear you speak so crudely... or they'll wash your mouth out." He said with a smile, a hint of an ominous threat.
I let that comment slide. Standing naked, except for his pink thong which somehow he still kept on, still showing of his semi-erection, he looked incredibly handsome. But not handsome like Jermaine. Cole was pretty, a hint of the feminine about him. And he was comfortable in his position - the confidence of a slut who could take on all the dicks in the room and laugh while doing it.
He had a nice body, even lighter in complexion than me. Also a little skinnier than me, with a perky butt atop long legs. Seeing him naked, he had additional tattoos to the tribal above his backside ass. A butterfly on his left shoulder blade. A heart outlining the words 'Daddy Manny'. A small card symbol on his calf... a black spade.
"So is Manny... like your boyfriend?" I asked. He laughed, giggled even. Walking up to me, he pressed his body up against mine.
"You're pretty good at it... for someone who hasn't been in a gangbang before," he whispered. I wasn't sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult. I said nothing, in stunned silence. He kissed me. We made out, our hands rubbing along our bodies. The shared passion of our horniness. He turned back to the bar and brought me a drink.
"Here, drink up. Vodka is your friend tonight."
"Thanks."
Then he fetched a few things from his bag. "First things first bitch... poppers. Have you ever used them?" I said yes, although not often. "You better use them tonight. Keep this bottle with you. Take a hit now. Keep taking a hit all night. Trust me."
Minutes later I was feeling incredibly buzzed as I walked over to the lounge. The guys were laughing, lounging about, waiting for us we walked back with drinks in our hands. All of us were naked with their. The lounge air was thick with the stank of weed. The porn was still playing. As soon as I walked into the crowd, my eyes took a dart for the nearest big black dick.
"Y'all better not be having a party without us?" Cole asked playfully as he sat on the couch, in between Jermaine and Tyrone.
"Just waiting on you bitches," Ty said, slapping Cole a playfully on the cheek. "You ready for some more dick?"
"You know it baby!" Cole confirmed to the delighted cheer of the small crowd. He dropped to his knees, but not before he affixed his mouth on Tyrone's big black pipe and promptly resumed sucking his dick.
Before I could do the same, even though I had dropped to my knees, Jermaine slapped me on the ass and told me to get some more shots ready - ten this time. "I told you... take care of my guests, bitch." This time, I wouldn't dream of protesting.
"Yes Jermaine." I had the strangest urge to crawl to the kitchen, not just as a demonstration of my submissiveness but also as an apology for my earlier disrespect. While I was in the kitchen, pouring shots for all party attendees, the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Wayne and Marcus," Manny announced.
"How about we show Rio off to them?" Cole suggested. I wondered what he meant. While Jermaine had gone to let the new arrivals in, Cole had fetched a belt. Before I could figure what he intended to do with it, he whipped me firmly across the ass
"Ow!" I cried out. The room was full of laughter and Cole giggled at me, thinking this was all a big joke. He made a loop with the leather and then passed it around my neck and tighten it like a leash. "What the hell are you doing?"
But he slapped me on the ass, firmer even. "Do as you're told."
Several of the guys laughed. Cole tugged on my collar, pulling me away towards the corridor.
Cole said and handed the belt to Jermaine.
Someone hollered. "Cole, you're quite the freaky bitch tonight? I love it!" I now wondered what sort of games Cole, Jermaine and the guys were often into.
"Come... let's say hello to our guests," Cole suggested and I was then led towards the corridor to greet Wayne and Marcus, who had entered the flat. I could hear them laughing with Jermaine as they approached.
"Whoa... fuck... y'all got started with us. Damn!" Wayne said as he observed the party. There was drinks and various drug paraphernalia. Porn was playing on the big screen TV. Everyone was naked and I was leashed up, looking at them with part humiliation, part waiting eagerly to be told whose dick to suck next.
There was nothing special about the new arrivals, other than they were just part of the crew. Wayne was tall and dark skinned and had a ghetto style to him. Marcus was skinnier and lighter in complexion, with a beefier built and with short-crop hair. They both looked a little older than Jermaine and the earlier arrivals - maybe in their late twenties.
"Damn y'all turned him fast," Wayne said as he grabbed his crotch. I licked my lips involuntarily and felt my asshole spasm. Even though he didn't know me, he had already sussed out the situation. I was part of tonight's entertainment - a slut with holes to be used.
"Get your dick out and see for yourself," Jermaine invited. I could barely believe my house mate and best friend was pimping me out like this. Marcus and Wayne unzipped and pulled out some good looking dicks. Cole dragged the belt downwards... reminding me where I was supposed to be. I dropped down on my knees... and swallowed Wayne's flaccid cock into my mouth.
Within seconds, I was bobbing away at the two new arrivals, taking turns to suck alternatingly between them. Their dicks quickly hardened in my mouth, smelling of musk and sweat, no doubt as they had come straight from the club. This only made me more eager to suck them more. I felt a fire rise within me, heating me up with a glow that was centred around my boy-pussy, that flowed up my spine and glowed in my mind, filling me with all kinds of nasty thoughts. I played with their balls as I sucked and stroked their long shafts. For a moment, I was lost in time.
Boy-pussy... what a great description for what a pussy-boy had. Both those descriptions apply to me, surely.
"Damn ain't bitch is eager... you really trained him good." One of them remarked.
We walked back into the lounge, with me crawling in between them. Naturally, I got a few smacks on my ass. Cole also got on his knees, next to me, taking Marcus's dick. The two of us sucked and pleasured Wayne and Marcus either side, even taking turns to lick and slobber on each of them together, making out like horny teenagers, our tongues and mouths wilding out. This got the crowd going and excited and pretty soon there were catcalls and hollers of encouragement.
"Hey, quit hogging them bitches... bring them over here," someone hollered from the couches. Cole crawled in the direction of the voice. After a few more seconds of being allowed to suck dick, I was also dragged away by the collar from Wayne and Marcus moaning and whimpering as I did.