The apartment was small and cramped, filled with the smell of weed and the testosterone-laden laughter of a group of black men. Damien walked in, his massive ass overflowing from his shorts, and was immediately greeted with a chorus of playful insults.
"Damien, you finally decided to show up!" Tyonne called out, a joint hanging from his lips. "We was starting to think you was too scared to hang with us thugs."
Damien rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "You know I can't resist your charming personality, Tyonne."
The men laughed, passing around a bottle of cheap liquor as they settled into the worn-out couch and armchairs. Tyonne, always the one to push things to the edge, suggested they play a game of truth or dare. Damien was hesitant, but the men convinced him to join in.
The game started off tame, with the men daring each other to do shots and tell embarrassing stories. But soon, the dares became more and more sexual. Tyonne dared one of the men to strip down to his boxers and dance for the group. The man, embarrassed but compliant, stood up and began to gyrate his hips to the beat of their laughter.
Tyonne turned to Damien, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I dare you to shake your ass for us, Damien."
Damien's face turned red, but he stood up and began to dance, his ass jiggling and bouncing to the beat of their laughter. The group became increasingly aroused by Damien's voluptuous ass, and the dares became more and more daring.
"I dare you to strip down to your underwear," Tyonne said, his voice low and commanding.
Damien hesitated for a moment, but then he stripped off his clothes, leaving him standing in nothing but his tight white underwear. The men whistled and catcalled, daring him to take off his underwear as well.
Damien was now completely naked, his small white cock flaccid and useless. The men dared him to suck on Tyonne's huge black cock, and to his surprise, Damien found himself enjoying it. He had never been with a man before, but something about the power and dominance of the group of black men turned him on.
The group was impressed by Damien's willingness to submit to their dares. They decided to take things to the next level, and collar him as their faggot slave. They locked his small cock up in a cage, rendering it useless. From now on, he would only be used for their pleasure.
The men took turns fucking Damien's obedient fat white ass, each one leaving him moaning and begging for more. Damien was in heaven, his body being used and abused by the group of black men. He had never felt so alive.
The men were amazed by how easily Damien turned into their perfect slut slave. They wondered how they ever lived without him. The night wore on, and the group became more and more debauched. They filled Damien's bowels with their hot black seed, claiming him as their own.
As the sun began to rise, the group fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied. Damien was still collared, his body covered in bruises and cum. He smiled to himself, knowing that this was just the beginning of his new life as a faggot slave.
The end of chapter one.
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