"The fuck am I?" Luke Micucci mumbled out loud as he looked at his surroundings. Somewhere along the way walking home from Football practice, he must have taken a wrong turn and ended up in a part of town he's never been to before. The place was run down, with plenty of broken windows, boarded over doors, and dirty sidewalks. Luke wasn't from the nicest area either, but this place could probably be described as a "ghetto".
He had to leave practice earlier that day, because he kept fumbling on the field. Coach Cole got pissed at him. It wasn't Luke's fault, though! For some reason, his ass has gotten huge lately, and it's been throwing him off balance. And, his hole has been twitching a lot, like an electric shock right to his ass, which always makes him drop the ball. Luke was considering if he should go to a doctor or talk to his Step-Dad, Bull, when he passed by a dark alleyway. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a deep voice calling out to him.
"You lost, baby?"
The voice boomed through the entire street. Luke's head darted around, looking for the source of it, until he saw what looked like a GIANT black shadow leaning against a wall, the glowing red of a cigar flickered as the brute took a puff.
"Don't get too many snowbunnies wanderin' through the hood these days... well... not unless they're lookin' for somethin' they can't find in the suburbs," the ENORMOUS black beast of a man spoke.
The man smirks, his voice smooth as velvet as he steps away from the wall and into the light, eyeing Luke with interest, his gaze lingering for a moment on the jock's toned physique before returning to his face.
Luke was taken aback by this black man. Dude was even bigger than Coach Cole! Most people might be intimidated, by Luke Micucci was a fucking football player! He's gotten stared down by big guys before, though not as big as this monster.
"Hey bro, I don't know what the fuck a snowbunny is, but I think I'm lost. Where the fuck am I?" Luke said casually like he was talking to one of his bros.
Luke's complete lack of fear could be the result of his confidence, but in reality was mostly because of his complete lack of good sense. Anybody with half a brain could see that the huge stranger spelled trouble, and unfortunately Luke's brains have been replaced by his butt.
The man chuckles deeply, his gaze fixed on Luke's face before trailing down to that meaty ass the boy was dragging around.
Another deep rumble came from his chest as he took another puff of his cigar and blew the smoke towards Luke's face. "Relax, baby. You're in my neighborhood, now, and this here is my club," the man replied, gesturing to neon lit sign on the building behind him.
The man kept his gaze on Luke, taking him in fully with a grin, and extended a hand towards him. "You can call me, Thug Daddy, and I run these streets. Got it, baby?"
The fuck? Thug Daddy? Who the hell calls himself that?
Still, Luke didn't know what else to call the stranger. When the monster blew the smoke into his face, Luke roughly inhaled and immediately his head started to feel a little lighter. He'd had some pot before, but this shit was next level!
Luke grasped the stranger's hand, trying to demonstrate his strength with a firm grip. "Yo, I'm Luke. I don't know if I'm in your neighborhood or backyard or living room, I need to get home. How the fuck to do I get out of here?"
A gleam flashed in Thug Daddy's eye as he tightened his grip to an almost crushing force upon Luke's hand.
"Ain't no need to rush, whiteboy, you're in good hands with me," the man said, his voice dripping with confidence.
He leaned in closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over Luke. "But if you're lookin' to find your way outta here, you gotta pay the toll. Ain't nothin' free in these streets, you feel me?" Thug Daddy chuckled lowly and smacked his lips, "Besides, with that juicy peach you're packin', you're practically beggin' for some attention, ain't ya?"
What the fuck was this guy going on about?
Luke figured Thug Daddy must have been referring to his ass. He was used to the unwanted attention. It had already been big, and his teammates tended to joke about how much they wanted to fuck it, or they'd even grab it sometimes. Now that it had gotten bigger, some of the players got way more aggressive with the touching, especially Demarcus, Tyrus, and Lakeith.
If this guy wanted to touch his ass a little bit, then that wasn't such a big deal, Luke was used to it by now
"Alright man, if you wanna touch my ass or whatever, that's fine. As long as you tell me how to get home after."
Thug let out another laugh. "Well, damn..." he grunt, and his grin widened as he took another puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around them.
"You've got yourself a deal, whiteboy," he replied, releasing Luke's hand and stepping closer.
Thug took a step closer, and spun Luke around, before pressing the boy hard into the bricks of the wall, causing him to yelp. The sound of Luke wincing made him laugh while he slowly began to crouch.
The man lowered himself, his giant hands gripping the massive doughy ughie flesh mounds of Luke's caked up ass, that looked like they were BEGGING to break through the thin athletic shorts that barely contained them.
"Goddamn..." Thug rasped, taking another puff as his eyes honed in on the dark, wet mark that was starting to spread across the fabric. He flared his nostrils as he took in the scent.
"How long you been caked up like this for, bitch?"
The big thug took Luke by surprise, and he was almost at a loss for words. As soon as he felt the stranger's fingers dig into his ass flesh, spread his cheeks and uncovering his hole, Luke felt another jolt in his ass. But this time, it was more intense. He tried to bare down on it, but when he felt the stranger's hot breath make contact with his hole, he knew something was wrong.
There was something... wet... trickling out of his hole. And it didn't feel like sweat. What the fuck was happening to him?
Luke knew had to just grin and bare it, let this guy do what he wanted and then he'd be back home.
"I don't know man... I've always had a dumper but I guess couple of weeks ago it got really huge - I needed to get new shorts and everything."
Luke didn't mention that none of his underwear fit anymore, and in fact finding underwear that fit was next to impossible, so he'd taken to going in just his jockstrap, with no materials between his skin and the mesh shorts
