Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2023 13:58:00 +0000 From: Fluval Fluval Subject: Wannabe gangsta gets forced Ch.8 Consider making a donation to nifty at --- https://donate.nifty.org Email any comments, suggestions or scenarios! Dwayne strutted down the dimly lit alley, his muscles glistening in the flickering light. His white wifebeater clung tightly to his chiseled chest, emphasizing his bouncing round pecs. His white durag tied around his head, while a matching white sweatband added an extra touch of flair. His swagger was unmistakable, radiating an air of confidence as he showcased his wealth and style. Adorning his neck was a thick platinum chain, dangling low against his chiseled abs. The massive platinum and diamond encrusted dollar sign pendant sparkled under the streetlights, a symbol of his success. Dwayne's fashion sense was impeccable, and his outfit was meticulously crafted to grab attention. He wore sagging grey sweatpants, revealing the skin-tight white boxers underneath. His feet were adorned with a pristine pair of all-white Jordan 7s, completing his ensemble. His white wifebeater strained against his bulging pectorals, showing a hint of his well-developed abs. His white wifebeater was stretched out, and his pecs were outlined perfectly. Dwayne's body was sculpted from years of rigorous weight training. His thick, toned bubble butt jiggling with each swaggered step the wannabe gangsta takes. Leaning against the brick wall of the alley is Kevin. Kevin is a skinny 14-year old boy, he is wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots. Dwayne, never missing a chance to show his gangsta persona, heads towards Kevin, unleashing an Ebonics filled greeting. "Yo, waddup, my nigga?" Dwayne says, a stupid smirk on his face, puffing his massive chest out. Kevin looks at the muscular wannabe thug a look of disgust on the young boys face. "What?" Kevin starts, "you know we're both white, right?" Kevin says with a little laugh. "Nah, nigga" Dwayne continues, "you finna get capped?" Dwayne threatens, moving to stand right in front of the much smaller boy, standing with one muscular arm holding onto his oversized sweatpants. "Dude" Kevin say, totally unintimidated, "you don't want to mess with me..." Kevin tries, staring straight into Dwayne's handsome face. "Fuck you say?" Dwayne growls, "Nigga, get the fuck outta here." Kevin, out of patients, reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling a switchblade out. Kevin, with a bored look on his face, points the small blade at Dwayne. "Dude, I told you to leave me alone. Now I gotta teach you a lesson." Dwayne eyes the shiny knife, "Yo, nigga, I was just playin', don't do nothin'" Dwayne tries to keep his gangsta persona going, but is terrified. "Get on your knees, wigger." Kevin says, moving closer to the overly muscular teen. Dwayne slowly lowers himself to the alley floor, think he might know what Kevin wants, tries to get out of this situation. "Yo, I'll give you anything..." Dwayne begs, pulling the $600 wad of cash out of the sagging sweatpants pocket. "I gots dough..." A wicked smile crosses Kevin's face as he snatches the cash out of Dwayne's muscular hand, Kevin has never seen so much money at once. Kevin stuffs the money into his jacket pocket. Dwayne closes his eyes, sighing, believing Kevin would now let him go. But when he opens his eyes, Kevin has pulled his jeans down, revealing a 7-inch dick. Dwayne looks at the younger boy, forgetting his gangsta slang for a moment, "But you took the money!" Dwayne cries. "So what?" Kevin taunts, grabbing his dick and slapping it against Dwayne's handsome face. "Please... please..." Dwayne tries, tears starting to roll down his face. Kevin just laughs as he grabs the top of Dwayne's durag covered head, pushing his hard dick into the kneeling thugs face. Feeling the cold blade of the switchblade on his neck, Dwayne reluctantly opens his mouth, Kevin instantly slipping the tip of his dick into the thug's warm mouth. Dwayne tries to keep the growing dick from pushing into his mouth, but Kevin suddenly rams the remainder of his dick down Dwayne's muscular throat. Kevin, staring down at the crossed-eyed gangsta, begins slowly pulling Dwayne's head up and down the shaft of his throbbing dick. "Fuck" Kevin gasp, "this is awesome!" his young age shining through. "But I wanna try something else..." Kevin starts, grabbing the jiggling pecs of the kneeling gangsta, Kevin still pumping his dick in and out of Dwayne's mouth. Dwayne is holding back sobs, humiliated once again by someone so much weaker than himself. Kevin stops and pulls his dick out of Dwayne's mouth, the wannabe gangsta, now a drooling mess, looks at Kevin with hopeful eyes, wondering if the attack is over. " Dude, I wanna mortarboard your tits!" Kevin says excitedly. "Nigga... wha..." Dwayne starts dumbly, looking down at his thick, round pecs, straining against the sweat soaked wifebeater. With a sudden slash, Kevin, slices the front of the wifebeater, Dwayne's massive pecs, burst free of the constricting fabric. Dwayne's massive man boobs, free from the constricting fabric, bounce around as Kevin grabs and squeezes the jiggling tits. Kevin pushes Dwayne backwards, the thug laying flat on his back. Kevin, now kneeling, straddles Dwayne's thin waist and positions his rock-hard dick in-between the gangsta's thick boobs. Kevin begins fucking the man-boobs the the muscular teen, moaning in pleasure. Dwayne tries to keep his handsome face as far away the the head of the assaulting dick as he can. Kevin with a wicked grin, grabs the the pitiful thugs head, painfully pulling it as close his dick as he can. "Where do you think you're going, gangsta?" Kevin pants heavily, taunting the helpless thug. Dwayne is forced to watch the younger boy fuck his round pectorals, splashes of precum landing on Dwayne's face. "Yo! Yo!" Dwayne cries, feeling Kevin's dick tense up. With a sigh Kevin pushes as deeply as he can between the thugs pecs and unleashes a hot load of cum directly in the middle of Dwayne's handsome face. Kevin wipes his leaking dick off in-between the the thugs chest, leaving a slimy mess as he gets off the humiliated wannabe gangsta. "Get up." Kevin states, standing over the defeated thug. Dwayne begins to get up, feeling the hot goo dripping off his face. "On you knees." Kevin commands. Dwayne eyes widen in shock, what more could he endure, but he does as commanded. "Now, give me your chain." Kevin demands. Dwayne stares at his attacker, tears welling in his eyes, "Not my chain... yo... please..." the pathetic wannabe thug begs. Kevin simply hold the switchblade out, a clear threat. Dwayne, terrified, lifts the massive platinum chain with the diamond encrust dollar sign pendent off his neck, handing the $10,000 necklace to the 14-year old attacker. Kevin slips the loose chain over his neck, the heavy pendent pulling him down slightly. "Woah, I guess you need those muscles to carry something like this" Kevin chuckles softly, before turning serious again, "now give me those shoes too!" Kevin states. "Not my J's... yo... please" Dwayne begs, slipping out of the all-white Jordan 7s, handing them over. Kevin stares down at the sobbing muscular gangsta, Dwayne is completely defeated. With a smirk Kevin starts to leave, holding the stolen shoes, "I told you not to mess with me, dude." Kevin disappears around the corner, the stolen heavy chain around his neck shining in the light. Dwayne, broken, humiliated, and now robbed of his shoes and jewelry, staggers to his now sock covered feet. The wannabe gangsta has been robbed of almost $11,000 by the young attacker. Dwayne, wiping the gooey cum from his face, hurries out of the alley, desperate to get home and away from this humiliation. Dwayne jumps into his custom-made all-black Lamborghini Aventador and speeds away.