Luke's Club Audition
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.
He froze, taking in the sight of the monstrously, long, veiny and black elephant trunks that dangled before him. For a moment, he felt the revolt and disgust that any regular straight white jock would have at the idea of three black gangsters pushing their cocks in his face. But he snapped out of that as soon as the one made contact with his lips.
Luke stuck out his tongue, tracing the length of one of the cocks while he fisted the other too, going from the heavy full balls all the way to the tip. It felt like a mile long as his tongue glided up the entire length, settling at the tip where a bead of clear precum bubbled out of the thug’s piss sit.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, stretching his lips around the bulbous head and taking it into his mouth. His jaw ached already, but he grunted in satisfaction as the precum hit his tongue, like a junkie getting his first hit.
Luke sucked as hard as he could, his eyes tearing up at the sudden invasion. But he pushed through it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked, his lips stretched over the first inch of cock, his hot mouth engulfing as much as he could.
The jock moaned as he felt the cock press against the back of his throat - and then his stomach dropped in dismay as he stared down the remaining length. It felt like staring down the barrel of a gun, he had no idea how he was going to be able to fit the rest in his mouth, he barely had a few inches left and must have had at least 10 more to go.
Luke tried to swallow more, but his gag reflex hit immediately. He sputtered around the cock, saliva dripping from his lips down his chin, feeling a spurt of boiling hot precum get pumped directly into his throat. His eyes were red, and he needed a break, just needed a chance to breathe, but the thug held him in place.
“Look at this bitch, struggling to take it all. Fucking pathetic. Boss has bitches that can swallow the whole thing in one go,” the man holding his hair growled.
Luke wasn’t a quitter. Despite the burning in his throat, he pushed on. Trying to breathe through his nose, fighting through the gag reflex, swallowing with big gulps to force more down his throat inch by inch.
Luke’s mouth stretched wide as he took the remaining inches of black meat in, his lips engulfing the impossible size, the thickness pushing his limits, forcing his throat to adjust. Luke’s tongue stroked the underside of the cock as it forced its way inside, tasting the salty and musky flavor of the man’s sweat. His eyes ran, tears dripping down his face as he gagged, but he kept going. Releasing the two cocks in his hands, Luke gripped onto the man’s tree trunk thighs for balance. He glanced up, eyes watering and burning with desire.
“Oh guess the little slut decided to show up. Feeling proud of yourself sweetheart?” the man taunted.
Luke’s eyes stung, but were equally filled with determination. He was gonna show Thug Daddy that he was the best pussy around, that Daddy didn’t need anyone else now that he had found Luke. He moaned in response, a muffled needy strangle that just made the man grip his hair even tighter, forcing him down the last few inches.
He pressed his cock forward, filling the jock’s mouth as it pressed against the back of his throat, the sheer mass pushing Luke beyond his limits, what he thought was even physically possible. He sputtered, drool slipping down his chin as he braced himself, accepting the man’s thrusts, his mouth a sopping mess of spit and pre-cum. His lips hollowed around the powerful black cock, jaw stretched painfully around the pulsing girth, his gaze defiant even as throat spasmed.
One of the other men riched down and grabbed onto Luke’s cheeks. He lifted his hips slightly, as even the man’s gigantic paw failed to fully grab onto the fat round cake, each cheek bigger than a basketball. His fingers slid over the thong, and when he applied the lightest of pressure onto Luke’s barely-covered pussy, the jock shuddered at the touch. His cunt pulsed hungrily, growing moist in anticipation. He bucked his hips back, pressing against the man’s fingers, aching for more.
“Damn, he’s getting wet already. Ready for some real size, huh?”
Luke moaned, a low grumble that made the men grin even wider. Maintaining his hold on the man’s thighs in front of him, he was pulled onto his feet by the other too. They kicked his ankles to force his legs wider, and Luke arched his back like a good little bitch.
Thug Daddy watched on, a proud papa to his brand new slut puppy. This one was probably the quickest learner he had ever found. It barely required any training, seemingly knowing exactly how to present his fat cakes, his gushing pussy, like he had an instinctual knowledge on how to please black cock.
Luke felt the man step behind him, handing grabbing onto one of his cheeks so hard it was almost painful. His throat had finally gotten used to the size, relaxing enough to let the cock thrust into him easily. He sighed in relief, a momentary respite before he felt the cock press against his dripping cunt.
From stroking it earlier, Luke knew this one was girthier than the rest, not as long, but his pussy was due for a challenging stretch. But he didn’t want to give up. His body ACHED with need, his pussy throbbing, a spurt of juice dripping down his taint, preparing him for the intrusion.
The thug pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, stretching him wide. He wasn’t as wide as Daddy, but Luke had only lost his anal virginity an hour ago. He gasped with the cock still inside his mouth. The pressure overwhelmed him, his body shuddering in ecstasy as his walls spread, struggling to accommodate the impossible size.
“Goddamn, the slut’s tight,” he groaned, hands gripping the jock’s slim waist as he buried himself deeper. Luke’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body writhing at the sensation as he was used from both ends. His cunt clenched around one cock, while he continued to slurp and suck at the one thrusting between his lips. He couldn’t focus, only try to relax his body as much as possible as he was overtaken with the nasty, pounding rhythm of their thrusts.
Each stroke was deep and punishing, stretching his cunt out, filling him with both agony and bliss. He was relentless, immediately launching into hard thrusts, grip tight around Luke’s waist as he used their Boss’s new personal toy, taking pleasure in every muffled moan and gasp he forced out with each of his thrusts. Luke’s assmeat jiggled with each impact, the massive spheres bouncing and clapping together as the man slammed into him forcefully. His cakes grew pink as the man bottomed out, his hips slapping up against the meaty cushions of Luke’s ass.
Luke’s mouth was a mess of pre-cum, spit, and drool as he struggled to breathe, his grip tight around the man’s thighs to steady himself. It felt like the only thing stopping him from collapsing was the hand gripping his hair, holding him up, and the other nearly throttling his tight waist.
The one in front pulled out for a moment, cock dripping, glistening with the smears of Luke’s saliva. He slapped it against Luke’s face, thick drops of pre-cum splattering across his cheeks and his swollen, pink lips, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Open up, slut,” he commanded, his voice rough. Luke obeyed, mouth wide and waiting, tongue hanging out like a baby bird, before the man plunged his cock back in, filling his throat, the ruthless invasion too much, making him gag and choke. Tears streamed down his face, but his eyes were filled with hunger. He rumbled, one hand fondling the man’s enormous balls, nearly the size of oranges, practically feeling the warm cum sloshing around inside them.
They didn’t hold back, each brutal thrust taking his himbo jock body to its limits, his cunt and throat-pussy stretched and struggled to take on the monstrous sizes. His own arousal was uncontrollable, the warm liquid of his pussy juice gushing down his legs, his body rocking back and forth as they alternated their thrusts into him.
He lost himself in the filthy feeling of getting used and abused, of being their sexual plaything. The room filled with loud, wet sounds of skin slapping, his moans and cries muffled as he surrendered to their rough, merciless pounding. Luke was so caught up in the pummeling his body was greedily accepting that he hadn’t even noticed that the lights had turned up to give a better view of the show, the music turned off so the audience could hear each sound coming from the jock slut.
Luke was oblivious to the men in front of him, a half dozen sitting at their tables, the patrons openly stroking their cocks up and down at the nasty live sex show. Thug Daddy grinned, knowing that Luke’s “performance” was going to make him big bucks, that Luke was easily going to become the new star of his show.
Luke’s face glistened with spit, while his legs shone with the thin sheen of pussy juice that had covered them. His mouth worked over every inch, desperate and eager, hungry for the reward he would get. The man pushed into Luke, holding the jock’s nose against his dense wiry pubes, Luke’s throat convulsing as he struggled to breathe. He gagged, saliva pouring down his chin, at the same time his pussy gushed, coating each of the cocks in a slippery sheen to make them easier to take.
The man grabbed Luke’s hair harder, then yanked it back, the jock’s scalp screaming as it felt like it would be torn from his scalp. He shoved his cock back in again, harder, faster, Luke’s jaw growing numb from the pain as it was stretched to its limit. Luke’s cheeks bulged, his mouth aching, but he opened wider, accepting the brutal pace with a low, guttural moan.
Behind him, the thug gripped his hips so hard they would leave bruises, pulling the jock’s fat ass back onto his cock, filling Luke’s pussy completely, stretching his soaked cunt walls until they quivered, so wet that they struggled to cling to monster battering ram forcing its way inside. The thickness forced Luke to feel every inch, every ridge, every pumping vein, each thrust forcing shockwaves through his body as he shivered in pleasure and pain. He was drowning in ecstasy, lost in pure mindless lust, senses overwhelmed, almost fried, growing more and more slack as the unforgiving cocks used him.
His throat was raw, his eyes tearing, the man in front of him pulling out once again, leaving Luke gasping for air, his throat scratchy and ragged. The jock could barely catch a breath before he was once again smacked in the face with the black shaft, like a police bottom, harder than before, so hard Luke wondered if he would have a nasty bruise later on. His throat convulsed, gasping and sputtering as he coughed up an obscene amount of spit, which drooled down his chin and onto his heaving pecs. Each hefty mound was heaving, looking even more like breasts as they were covered in spit and pre-cum. Luke wheezed, unable to talk due to the rough abuse his throat was receiving.
“Look at this filthy little slut. You’re a fucking mess,” he sneered, watching as Luke lapped at his cockhead, eagerly licking up the pre-cum like a hungry little puppy, his tongue swirling over the slit, desperate for every drop like it was the only source of water while he was trapped in the desert. The man shoved himself back in, all the way, and grabbed Luke’s throat, tightening his grip. Luke’s eyes blew wide in panic, his body arching in response. The man gripped just hard enough to feel his own cock plunge into Luke’s throat, but not hard enough to make the jock pass out.
His moans became even more muffled, quiet enough so that the sloppy squelching of his stretched and soaked pussy filled the room. Filled to the breaking point, his slutty slit belched juices that slicked his thighs, the man pushing even deeper, stretching Luke’s walls painfully wide. To Luke’s own surprise, he rolled his hips back in slutty need, egging the man on, begging him to get as deep as he possibly could. He arched his back, pressed his lips against the man to meet each of his brutal thrusts, taking him fully. His body moved in rhythm, his pecs bouncing, his ass jiggling obscenely. He lost himself in the pleasure, the degradation, the sheer fact that to these men, he was barely a fellow human being. He was a sex doll, a plaything, a snowbunny whore ripe for abuse.
The man behind him suddenly withdrew his cock, leaving Luke’s pussy empty, hollow, gasping for more as it gaped, pussy juice leaking out of it like a waterfall. Strings of slop connected his gaped, raw ring to the thug’s cock, which glistened with slick covered, in Luke’s pussy juice.
Luke felt something shift behind him, he was repositioned slightly, his hips lowered as once more a cock was pressed up against his hungry entrance. He felt something below him - one of the men had gotten underneath him, thick lips suckling on Luke’s tits as the jock began posting on his enormous cock.
Luke was fucked so dumb that he had completely forgotten there were in fact THREE thugs who had approached him. And now he was about to get a brutal reminder of the fact.
The man in front held Luke against his pubes once more. Suddenly, Luke’s throat spasmed, panic rising in his body, as ANOTHER blunt head pressed against his once-tight, puckered hole. Luke’s eyes widened, his mind reeling as he felt himself stretched beyond belief, his body trembling in both fear and anticipation. The man behind him groaned as he sunk his cocks into Luke’s slutty pussy, the jock’s breath hitching and body held tight as the man pushed deeper, his pussy’s tightness fully yielding to the dual cocks inside him.
The man in front of him laughed low and dark, watching Luke’s panicked face, his watering eyes, his lips stretched wide. Luke struggled in protest, feeling like it was too much, too many cocks, each one big enough to cause damage solely on its own. Luke’s body screamed in protest as the cocks forced their way into him over and over, one slamming the back of his throat, the others stretching his cunt impossibly wide. Luke was overwhelmed completely, but surrendered to the men.
Each thrust was brutal, spreading his cunt walls wide, filling him in ways he thought was impossible. Each cock moved in perfect sync, like these thugs had triple teamed many black cock addicted sluts before (which they in fact had). His muscles strained against the sheer brutality, each man slamming into him with a force that matched even the most ruthless tackles he had experienced during a game.
Luke’s body was a mess of fluids. Covered in sweat, face and tits plastered with drool and pre-cum, his entire lower half smeared with pussy juice. Every movement in his ass made a sloppy, wet sound as it surrendered completely, gaped and totally slack, unable to resist the brutal thrusts.
The men took control of him like he was nothing but their fuckdoll, the jock’s body completely at their mercy. Luke’s mind blurred into a haze of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed with the sensation of being filled completely, every hole stuffed. The men didn’t hold back, unrelenting thrusts turning Luke’s body into a quivering, soaked, and stretched mess as they continued their savage use. Luke’s entire world became consumed by the merciless fucking.
The man in his mouth roughly yanked Luke off once again, his voice dripping with disgust at the subhuman sex toy that Luke had become. “Damn, bitch, look atchu. Got a mouth pussy made for suckin’, slobberin’ all over me like a hungry little slut!” Before Luke could even answer, the thug grabbed the jocks’ jaw and wrenched it open, forcing Luke’s lips to spread before he shoved himself back in, the jock’s throat tightening around him as he buried himself to the base. “You better swallow all that, ya hear? Don’t waste a single fucking drop, or your Daddy won’t be happy.”
The man fucking Luke doggy style let out a jackal-like laugh, slapping Luke’s ass hard enough to make it sting, the cheeks jiggling obscenely, bright red marks where his hand had hit the soft flesh. “Bitch can take it like a damn champ, huh? Look at this fat ass bouncin’ on my dick - can tell this slut was made for takin’ dick.” He thrust deeper, driving himself so far inside Luke that the jock was seeing stars, hips bucking, clinging around the two cocks in his pussy as hard as he could as he was stretched so much he felt like he was going to break.
The man underneath joined in, “And this bitch got a nice set of knockers too, bet these tits would feel good around my cock. Gonna have to use them next time,” he said and then resumed sucking and licking Luke’s jock tits, already covered in welt and hickeys and bite marks, Luke’s pink nipples red and puffy from the aggressive sucking.
The man at the rear growled, “Cunt so tight I’m gonna have to break it in, really show the Boss what you can do,” he said, then spat onto Luke’s ass, adding to the sweat and spray of pussy juice already covering him. “Damn, take it all, you filthy fucking white boy slut!”
The men continued to taunt Luke with every filthy, degrading word in the book. The audience joined in, calling Luke a slut, whore, bitch, cunt, a chorus of jeers and taunts as Luke’s full conversion into a pussy slut continued. They grew more wild, more desperate, growing rowdy. Still they stayed in place, fully aware that Thug Daddy was in control, and he wouldn’t hesitate to punish any ‘misbehavior’.
Luke’s body quaked under the relentless pounding, his bouncy curvy ass rippling as each thrust drove him deeper into a twisted realm of brutal pleasure. His enormous tits swayed, bouncing wildly with each thrust, nipples hard and covered with a mixture of sweat and spit. His ass jiggled obscenely, each cheek spreading to take the two monster cocks pounding into his rear, stretching his pussy’s tightness to the edge of its limits, like an elastic band about to burst, every inch buried into his trembling body.
His throat was filled entirely, stretched around the cock that battered past his gag reflex over and over again, forcing him to suppress his choking as he was held firmly in place, unable to escape, barely able to breath, fingers tangled in his brown hair. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his eyes glassy and foggy, but the thrusts continued despite his swollen lips, stretched around the cock as it gagged him, forcing him further into complete submission. His mouth was a sloppy dripping mess, spit pooling and ripping down his chin as he gagged, wet and filthy as he surrendered and took every relentless thrust.
With a single flick of Thug Daddy’s wrist, the audience rose to their feet. They surrounded Luke, a dozen black cocks, hard and throbbing, each one a towering piece of meat that could cause serious damage to any pussy. The men stroked furiously, their precum flying and coating Luke’s body, who barely noticed as he was stuffed like the cumpig he was.
Luke had lost himself in the frenzy completely. Thug Daddy had started it, the reprogramming, the metamorphosis from a cocky white jock to a depraved cum addicted snowbunny, but the crowd of men at the club were finishing the job.
“Filthy little slut, that’s all you are, huh? Just a desperate whore lookin’ to be filled,” the man gripping his hair snarled, his hold tightening as he pulled Luke’s head down harder, intentionally forcing Luke’s throat to spasm and gag. “But you love it, don’t ya? Being our dirty little cocksleeve.”
Behind him, the man pounding his cunt leaned forward, his breath hot against Luke’s ear as he slapped the jock’s fat ass, his fingers digging into the soft, jiggling yet meaty flesh. “This dumb slut’s got a pussy that just begs for it, isn’t that right?” Can’t get enough of our cocks stretchin’ her out.” He drove into Luke even harder, the two cocks joining together to slam into the jock’s soaked, stretched walls, the obscene sound of wet skin against skin echoing throughout the room as Luke was taken without mercy.
The thugs' filthy words wormed their way into Luke’s brain, and something changed. A switch had been flicked. Because they were right. Everything they were saying about Luke, about him being a whore for cock, a slut meant for getting stretched and abused by the biggest, blackest cocks, was completely right.
Luke’s hips bucked, instinctively pushing back, still submissive, but yearning for more, his body arching, joining into the brutal rhythm the men had set. He reached out with his free hands and grabbed onto the two nearest cocks, his fingers unable to fully encircle them, stroking their slick rods up and down, each leaking pre-cum onto his hands, dripping down his beefy arms, slickness coating his fingers as he worked them.
The man underneath released Luke’s tits with a loud POP, then let out a harsh laugh. “Look at this greedy little whore, takin’ all three of us like she was made for it. Ain’t that right, slut? You love being stuffed, don’t you?
Luke could only moan, his voice muffled around the cock filling his throat, but his body answered, shuddering as he driven down into the ultimate submission, his mind lost to the filth and degradation. His eyes rolled back, his entire being consumed by their nasty thrusts, each filthy word driving him further, making him into their perfect, willing little slut.
With a final, feral thrust, the man in his throat buried himself to the base, shuddering as he erupted hot, thick, ropes of cum that flooded Luke’s mouth, forcing its way down the jock slut’s throat. Luke’s eyes widened as he felt the torrent of jizz hit him, the sheer volume making him struggle to swallow, his throat working desperate as he was held in place, filling his mouth until it was overflowing. The excess cum seeped out from his stretched lips, some of it even gushing from his nose, his thrust stretching to accommodate it all, his chicks filling up like a chipmunk. The taste was overwhelming, salty and musky, the viscous warmth coating the inside of his throat, trailing down his esophagus and directly into his stomach.
Behind him, the thugs buried in his pussy groaned, grip tightening as they slammed into Luke one last time, grinding themselves as deep as they could go. They came simultaneously, growls filling Luke’s ears in stereo, hot jets of cum flooding his stretched cunt, flooding his pussy, so much that it leaked out, sliding down Luke’s thighs. Thic, heavy spurts deep inside him. The flood was relentless, his pussy gushed as even more was pumped into him, two full, heavy loads of cum, Luke’s body trembling, unable to comprehend the sheer volume of jizz spilling inside him, every single inch of his insides saturated and full. His pussy was stretched to the brim, and when both softening cocks withdrew, his ruined and gaped pussy gushed with the remnants, a thick white waterfall of jizz.
The men surrounding Luke groaned, joining in on the release, the filthy show so nasty that it made each man’s balls draw up in tension as they released their contents all over the jock’s wrecked body. Luke shuddered as he was covered head to toe in jizz, basted in it, glazed all over by the musky cum. Such an act would typically be considered humiliating, but for Luke, having even more cum pumped all over him filled him with satisfaction, and a bit of disappointment that the loads were not shot INSIDE him of course.
As the last throbbing wave of pleasure filled him, Luke’s body reached the breaking point. A tidal wave of raw pleasure tore through him, setting his body on fire, his throat - now free from the cock that had mangled it - letting out a strangled, desperate scream. His muscles clenched hard, his body tightened, pulsing with force as his climax drove him completely over the edge. His back arched, tits bouncing and ass rippling as he was overtaken with shudders, every inch of him caught in the throes of ecstasy.
His orgasm hit like an earthquake, a shockwave that left him undone, his pussy SQUIRTING more juice than seemed possible, slicking his thighs, wetness splattering against the floor as his body convulsed. Quivering uncontrollably, juices continued to pour out of his cunt in a messy gush, mixing with the cum leaking down his thighs, turning him into a soaked, dripping MESS. His hands trembled, losing their grip on the thug’s thighs, causing him to fall to the floor in a puddle of cum mixed with his own juice. His massive ass jiggled with each shudder, each cheek slapping together as he bucked wildly, the wet clapping sounds deafening, the flesh rippling from the impact. Luke’s body completely surrendered to the intensity of his climax, a raw, primal scream tearing from his throat as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, each one more intense than the last.
After what felt like hours of white hot intensity, Luke’s head fell back, mouth open, gasping for air, his entire being lost to the all-consuming ecstasy, his body quaking and writhing as the orgasm trickled away, leaving him shattered, drenched, and utterly transformed.
From his VIP booth, Thug Daddy laughed mirthfully, downing his drink. He approached the mess that was once Luke Micucci on the filthy club floor. Luke’s eyes glazed, barely conscious, flickered in recognition as he saw his beloved Daddy.
Thug Daddy said only two words, two magical words that Luke wanted to hear, two words that meant he was truly changed forever, unable and unwilling to go back to his previous life:
“Good boy.”
