The low lights of the club highlighted every curve on Luke's body, the shadows cast making his abs pop more, his pecs seem even bigger, and his enormous bubble butt a work of art. The almost classical appearance, like that of a Greek statue, contrasted with the low pumping music, the flashing neon, the seedy atmosphere as the men around him groped their bulges and sneered at his erotic form. At the VIP table, Thug Daddy grinned.
Luke was nervous, he'd never done anything like this before. He felt out of his element. A few hours ago he was a straight football jock. Now he was on stage in a dive strip club, in just a bright pink thong, with the black sperm of a stranger lodged deep in his guts.
But Thug Daddy had told him to do this, groped his bulge and said that Luke would be rewarded if he could prove he had what it takes to be one of Thug Daddy's boys. And despite the remnants of his straight jock persona screaming at him to run away, the addiction slowly forming in his brain was too overpowering. There was a part of him, the part of him that kept thinking about Thug Daddy's load deep in his pussy, that yearned for more, and made him obey.
Luke slowly shifted side to side, trying to time his sways to the music. He was unsure, virgin, and despite the less than impressive dancing skills, his inexperience seemed to turn the men in the audience on even more. They called out to him, telling him to move those hips more, or stop teasing, just turn around and show off that fat butt. They called him faggot, white boy, baby girl, and other things that would have normally resulted in Luke ready to throw fists, but now, he found it exciting, which horrified the teen.
His bulky body grew more limber, his confidence growing. He wanted to please Thug Daddy. As the men jeered at him, groping their bulges, Luke looked over at his new Daddy. The older man was stroking his enormous bulge in his pants, the thick tube stretching from his crotch all the way to his knee. Fuck, how he wanted that thing.
Luke suddenly had an idea. The cheerleaders were always ready to give up their pussies for the football players. They acted all innocent during the games but afterwards they always went home with one, or more, of the players. They knew how to bounce their asses, show off their boobs, tease with their tight pussies.
Taking inspiration from them, Luke tried to copy some of the moves he had seen before. Bending over slightly, grabbing onto his knees, and popping his hips a bit. He was stiff, but with the sheer volume of ass meat he had on him, it was enough to send his cakes bouncing, clapping together slightly.
The crowd cheered as he turned to show off his moves. Thug Daddy grunted, saying "That's a good boy..." to himself, proud of how eager Luke was to please him. The real cockslut snowbunnies always were. And Luke barely needed any instruction, an almost primal instinct taking over, proving he deserved black cock.
Luke glanced over his shoulder, and he felt a twinkle of pride when his Daddy nodded at him in approval. It made his hole ache, and clench around nothing in a desperate desire to get filled. Luke saw how Daddy was tenting, how his huge black daddy cock was hard for him, and it sent a jolt to his hungry little cunt. Fuck... what am I doing?
Thug Daddy gestured at Luke, pointing down to indicate that the beefy jock should step off the stage. As Luke obeyed, Thug Daddy talked to three tall, built, muscular men, pointing them towards Luke. They stalked him like tigers, their muscles rippling as they casually strolled towards him.
As the men approached him, surrounding him, Luke felt boxed in. Like a rabbit in a cage. These men looked at him the same way Thug Daddy did: like he was property. A sex doll ready for use. Despite his anxiety, Luke felt a pull, a compulsion, to draw his eyes downward, see what these men were packing. And when Luke glanced down at their crotches, his jaw dropped in shock. They each had enormous cocks, thick and long throbbing tubes, not quite the size of Daddy but very close. And there were three of them.
"Boss says you gotta prove yo'self, white boy. Show off how much you love black dick," one of them growled.
"Yeah and don't 'chu hold back on us," another of them hollered, "Thug ain't want no lazy ass hoe!"
Luke instinctively licked his lips. He was still afraid, but he wanted to please Daddy... and he wanted cock. And not just any cock, but big black cocks ready to use his white pussy. And Daddy was so generous, offering up three of them for his boy. How could Luke refuse?
Out of a perfect blend of fear and hunger, Luke sank to his knees, spreading his legs so he could rest his fat cakes on his calves, his cheeks parted slightly for a bare glimpse of the thong pressed up against his twitching pucker.
"That's right bitch, Christmas comin' early for you, white boy. Daddy got some presents for you, kid. Now, be a good lil' white hoe, and maybe Daddy'll give you anotha'!" one of them laughed.
Luke's eyes heated at the challenge. He was still a jock bro after all, and he hated to lose a bet. If it meant more time with Daddy, then he was gonna show these thugs just what he could do. With both hands he reached out, groping their bulges, his eyes wide at how thick they were, how his fingers would barely be able to encircle their girth lengths. One of them grabbed Luke's mop of brown hair, urging him on, while also holding him in place in case the white pussy jock chickened out and tried to get away.
He reached for the zippers, eagerly tugging them down, and his fears were confirmed when three enormous rods of pure black power burst out, slapping on his face. Each was longer than his face, and Luke was not very good at math, but figured they had to be over a foot long. Each.
