The door to Tyonne's cramped apartment creaked open, revealing the chiseled form of Damien, his plump ass overflowing in his shorts. Tyonne and his friends chuckled at Damien's expense, their eyes glued to his jiggling booty.
"Damien, you're looking thicker than usual," Tyonne jabbed, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
Damien rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I've been hitting the gym. Can I come in now?"
As they settled in, passing around a blunt, Tyonne's friend Darnell suggested a game of truth or dare. Damien, high and giggly, eagerly agreed.
Darnell wasted no time, daring Damien to twerk for them. With a playful eye-roll, Damien complied, his ass bouncing and gyrating to the group's delight.
Emboldened, Tyonne raised the stakes. He dared Damien to strip down to his underwear. Damien hesitated, but the pressure from the group forced him to comply.
The group catcalled as Damien stripped, revealing his soft, pale body. Tyonne's friend Jamal couldn't help but make a playful jab, "Damien, you got more cushion for the pushin' than any of us niggers here!"
Damien's face reddened, but he kept his cool. He was outnumbered, and he knew it.
The game escalated. Darnell dared Damien to suck Tyonne's cock. Damien, now fully under the group's control, hesitated but eventually gave in.
As Damien sucked Tyonne's cock, the group watched in awe. They'd never seen a white boy so eager to please.
Tyonne pulled Damien up, his cock glistening with spit. "You're a natural, Damien. You belong on your knees for us."
The group decided to collar Damien and lock up his small cock. Tyonne pulled out a metal collar and locked it around Damien's neck.
Darnell pulled out a small cage and locked Damien's flaccid cock inside. "There you go, faggot. No more using that thing. From now on, you're our ass-slut."
The group took turns fucking Damien's ass, each one leaving their mark. Damien screamed with pleasure, his body shaking with each thrust.
As they cum inside him, filling his bowels with their hot black seed, Damien realized he'd found his true calling. He was their perfect slut slave.
The group marveled at how easily Damien turned into their perfect slut. "I knew that ass was good for something," Tyonne chuckled.
Damien, now fully broken in, smiled up at the group. "What's next, masters?"
The group laughed and high-fived each other. They'd created a monster, and they couldn't wait to see what else Damien's ass could do.
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