Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2019 10:25:33 -0800
From: Ritch M <dcrichpup@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich Boy Slut - 9

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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."

@@@@

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.

@@@@

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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