Greg wiped the sweat from his brow as he shuffled to the front door, his oversized bathrobe hanging loosely over his obese frame. The doorbell’s chime always made his heart race a little, especially lately. It was delivery day, and that meant seeing Wayne again. The young black man had been dropping off Greg’s groceries for months now, but over the past few weeks, Greg couldn’t shake the feeling that Wayne’s eyes lingered too long on his crotch.

There was no bulge to speak of down there. Greg’s tiny dick was an inny when soft, barely a whisper under his clothes. Even hard, it topped out at 2.7 inches, a pathetic secret he’d hidden his whole life. Living alone at 60, Greg had grown used to invisibility, but Wayne’s smirks pierced that armor, leaving him flushed and uneasy.

He opened the door, forcing a weak smile. Wayne stood there, tall and muscular, his delivery uniform stretched tight over broad shoulders and a confident stance. The 25-year-old’s dark skin gleamed under the afternoon sun, and his grin widened as his gaze dropped straight to Greg’s lap.

“Hey, Greg,” Wayne said, his voice deep and casual, but that smirk twisted into something sharper today.

“Hi, Wayne. Nice day today,” Greg said, making small talk.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Wayne handed over the bags without moving to leave, his eyes locking on. Greg’s stomach twisted. He felt exposed already, his submissive nature urging him to shrink back.

‘What’s the rush?’ Wayne asked, stepping closer, his boot nudging the threshold.

Greg’s breath hitched. He’d noticed the looks before. Wayne chuckles when Greg signed for the packages, the way his eyes flicked down and lingered at his flat crotch. Once, after bending to grab a dropped receipt, Greg had felt a stir, his tiny dick twitching uselessly, but even then, no outline betrayed him.

Wayne had laughed outright that day, muttering something about “nothin’ there.”

Now, with the door half-open and the street quiet, Wayne’s presence filled the space like a threat. “Show me,” Wayne demanded suddenly, his tone shifting to command. “I know you got nothin’ down there. Prove it, old man. Show me your useless white babydick!”

Greg’s face burned, his hands trembling as he held the bags. He was vulnerable, always had been—easily humiliated, lacking any confidence to push back. “W-what?” he stammered, but his body betrayed him, stepping aside as Wayne pushed forward.

The door clicked shut behind them. Greg put the groceries on the bench. Heart pounding, Greg’s fingers fumbled with his robe’s tie, the fabric parting to reveal his soft, recessed dick, barely peeking from the folds of fat. It was shameful, tiny, and insignificant, shrinking further under Wayne’s stare.

Wayne burst out laughing, a deep, mocking rumble that echoed in the entryway. “Holy shit, look at that little nub! That’s your cock? Fuck, man, no wonder you hide it. It’s like a goddamn clit.”

Greg’s cheeks flamed hotter, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal twisting in his gut. He wanted to cover up, but Wayne’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t you dare. Stay like that, loser.”

The words stung, piercing Greg’s loneliness, yet his submissive side thrilled at the dominance, his tiny dick twitching faintly.

Emboldened, Wayne unzipped his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers. His large black cock sprang free, thick and veined, already half-hard and easily twice the length of Greg’s max. It hung heavy between his muscular thighs, the head dark and flared.

“This is a real dick,” Wayne said, stroking it slowly, watching it swell to full size.

It was at least nine inches, girthy enough to make Greg’s mouth water, despite himself.

“Yours is a joke. Pathetic white boy shit. Bet no one’s ever even noticed it.”

Greg stared, mesmerized and humiliated, his own inadequacy flooding him with a bitter ache. Wayne’s confidence radiated, his cock throbbing as he gripped the base, waving it mockingly close to Greg’s face.

Wayne’s voice dropped, rough with intent. ‘You think you deserve just to sign and hide? Nah, tiny dick losers like you need to learn their place.’

He grabbed Greg’s shoulder, shoving him backward through the hallway. Greg stumbled, his robe falling open completely, exposing his obese belly and sagging skin.

“On your knees, slut,” Wayne growled, pushing harder until Greg’s legs buckled against the living room carpet.

The older man hit the floor with a thud, his breath ragged and his emotions swirling. Fear, submission, and a shameful hunger. Wayne towered over him, cock now fully erect, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Greg’s mind raced as Wayne fisted his hair, yanking his head back. The humiliation burned, but so did the intimacy of it, Wayne’s dominance cracking open Greg’s isolated world.

“Open up, bitch. Suck this real cock and forget your babydick.”

Greg parted his lips, trembling, as Wayne thrust forward, the thick head stretching his mouth wide. It filled him, salty and hot, sliding over his tongue as Wayne fucked his face with short, rough pumps. Gags escaped Greg, tears pricking his eyes, but he took it, submissive to the core.

Wayne pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting them. “Turn around. Ass up, old man.”

Greg complied, heart hammering, positioning on all fours. His tiny dick jiggling uselessly, soft and ignored. Wayne knelt behind, spitting on his asshole before pressing the blunt head against it.

“Gonna fuck this fat white ass raw. Your little dick doesn’t get pussy. Hell, it doesn’t get nothin’.”

With one brutal shove, Wayne buried half his length inside, the stretch burning like fire. Greg cried out, pain mixing with a deep, emotional surrender, his body yielding to the invasion. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…”

“Yeah, scream like a bitch. I like it when they scream,” Wayne moaned.

Wayne didn’t hold back, slamming in fully, his hips slapping against Greg’s obese cheeks.

“Feel that? That’s what a man’s cock does. Yours couldn’t even tickle.”

Each thrust punched the air from Greg’s lungs, the humiliation fueling Wayne’s rhythm—insults flying about the ”micro dick faggot” beneath him, the “useless old slut.”

Greg’s prostate throbbed under the assault, unwanted pleasure building despite the roughness, his tiny cock leaking a pathetic dribble onto the carpet. Wayne’s hands gripped his hips, bruising, as he pounded deeper, grunting with effort.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Greg’s thoughts fragmented—shame at his size, vulnerability exposed, yet a twisted connection forming in the raw dominance. Wayne leaned over, breath hot on his neck.

“You’re my bitch now, tiny. Gonna use this pussy whenever I want.”

The words sent shivers through Greg, the fucking relentless, building toward something explosive, leaving him gasping for more even as the insults rained down.

Wayne’s thrusts slowed for a moment, his thick cock buried deep in Greg’s stretched asshole, pulsing with heat. The older man’s body trembled beneath him, a mix of agony and illicit thrill coursing through his veins. Sweat dripped from Wayne’s muscular chest onto Greg’s back, the weight of the younger man pinning him down like a conquered prize.

Greg’s mind swirled in the haze—shame at his exposed vulnerability, the raw burn in his ass from the invasion, yet a desperate ache for more of this brutal connection that shattered his lonely shell.

With a grunt, Wayne pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making Greg whimper. His asshole clenched around nothing, slick with spit and pre-cum, throbbing in protest. Before Greg could catch his breath, Wayne’s strong hand fisted into his graying hair, yanking his head back hard enough to arch his obese body. Pain shot through Greg’s scalp, but it only deepened the submissive fog in his thoughts, his tiny dick twitching uselessly between his thighs.

“Get up here, you pathetic old fuck,” Wayne snarled, his voice thick with dominance.

He dragged Greg upright onto his knees, the carpet rough against the man’s sagging skin. Greg’s face was level with Wayne’s crotch now, the massive black cock glistening with their mingled fluids, veins bulging along its length. It loomed like a weapon, far surpassing Greg’s pathetic 2.7-inch boner in every way. The size difference was a constant, humiliating reminder of his inadequacy.

Wayne didn’t wait for compliance. He shoved the swollen head past Greg’s lips, forcing it deep into his throat with one savage thrust. Greg gagged instantly, his eyes watering as the girth stretched his jaw wide, the salty tang of his own ass coating his tongue. Wayne’s hips snapped forward relentlessly, fucking Greg’s face with brutal speed, the thick shaft slamming against the back of his throat over and over.

“Choke on it, tiny dick bitch,” Wayne mocked loudly, his free hand gripping the base to angle deeper. “Look at you, slurping like a desperate whore. Bet that little clit of yours never gets this treatment. Hell, it couldn’t even reach your own mouth.”

Greg’s throat convulsed around the invading cock, spit drooling down his chin in messy strings. Each plunge sent waves of humiliation crashing through him, Wayne’s words slicing into his core, exposing the vulnerability he’d buried for decades.

Yet beneath the shame, a twisted pleasure bloomed. Being used in this way and claimed by someone so superior filled the empty void of his isolated life. His obese belly heaved with each gag, his tiny dick leaking a thin trail of pre-cum onto the floor, ignored and insignificant.

Wayne’s laughter echoed, deep and cruel, as he rammed harder, his balls slapping against Greg’s chin. “Fucking worthless, that’s what you are. A fat white loser with a micro-cock, made for real men like me to throat-fuck.”

The interracial contrast heightened the degradation. Wayne’s dark, muscular frame dominated Greg’s pale, flabby one, the power imbalance raw and unyielding. Greg’s hands clutched at Wayne’s thighs for balance, nails digging into firm muscle, his submission complete as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, tears streaming down his flushed face.

After what felt like an eternity of relentless face-fucking, Wayne yanked Greg’s hair again, pulling his cock free with a wet pop. Greg coughed, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to the throbbing head. But there was no respite. Wayne spun him roughly, flipping the older man onto his back like a rag doll. Greg’s legs splayed wide, his obese body jiggling from the force, exposing his flaccid inny nestled in the folds of pubic fat. A pitiful sight compared to the veined monster hovering above.

“Spread that fat ass,” Wayne commanded, grabbing Greg’s ankles and hoisting them high, folding the man in half.

Greg’s asshole winked open, pink and abused, still gaping slightly from the earlier pounding. Wayne spat directly onto it, rubbing the thick head of his cock against the slick entrance before slamming in balls-deep in one merciless stroke. The burn reignited, fiercer now, stretching Greg’s tight walls to their limit around the girth.

Wayne set a punishing rhythm immediately, his hips pistoning with raw power, each thrust bottoming out and grinding against Greg’s prostate. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, wet and obscene, mingling with Greg’s helpless moans.

“Take it, you useless piece of shit,” Wayne growled, leaning down to pin Greg’s wrists above his head, their faces inches apart.

The intimacy was electric. Wayne’s dark brown eyes were boring into Greg’s watery green ones, breath hot and ragged.

“Your tiny dick’s never gonna satisfy anyone. You’re just a hole for me to dump in, a pathetic submissive faggot who lives for this humiliation.”

Greg moaned louder, the words twisting like knives in his chest, amplifying the shame of his exposed body and insignificant dick. Pain radiated from his ass, but it blurred into overwhelming pleasure, his prostate milking sparks of ecstasy with every brutal slam. His tiny dick jiggled uselessly, dribbling more pre-cum, the size difference a constant taunt as Wayne’s massive shaft reshaped him from the inside.

Emotions flooded Greg. Deep vulnerability was cracking open under the assault, a shameful bond forming in the roughness, his submissive nature craving the dominance that made him feel alive for the first time in years.

Wayne’s pace quickened, sweat-slicked muscles flexing as he pounded deeper, grunting with effort. “Moan for me, loser. Show how much you love being my cumdump.”

Greg’s cries grew frantic, body arching into the invasion, lost in the whirlwind of pain, shame, and raw, building pleasure. The assault showed no signs of slowing, Wayne’s cock throbbing inside him, promising more degradation and ecstasy yet to come.

Wayne’s relentless pounding pushed Greg to the brink, his body a quivering mess of overstimulation, every nerve alight with the brutal friction of that massive cock reshaping his insides. The older man’s moans turned ragged, his obese frame slick with sweat, heart hammering in his chest as waves of shameful ecstasy threatened to pull him under. But Wayne wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. With a savage growl, he yanked out again, the sudden void leaving Greg’s hole clenching desperately, a whine escaping his lips at the loss.

Before Greg could process the emptiness, Wayne’s iron grip clamped around his wrists, thick fingers digging into the soft flesh like manacles. “On your fucking hands and knees, you fat little bitch,” Wayne snarled, his voice a low rumble of command that sent fresh shivers through Greg’s vulnerable core.

He hauled Greg up roughly, twisting the older man’s arms behind his back for leverage, forcing him down onto all fours with a harsh shove. Greg’s knees hit the carpet first, the rough fibers scraping his skin, followed by his palms slapping down as his heavy belly swayed beneath him. The position exposed him utterly. His sagging ass cheeks spread slightly, his abused hole winking in the air, pink and slick. At the same time, his tiny dick jiggled pathetically between his thighs, soft and insignificant.

Greg’s face burned with humiliation as the power dynamic hit him like a punch to the gut. Wayne towered behind him, a muscular black god compared to his pale, flabby white submission, the size difference in their bodies mirroring the chasm between their cocks. Emotions churned in Greg’s mind. Deep-seated shame at being manhandled like this, yet an intoxicating thrill at surrendering completely, his submissive nature blooming under the dominance he’d craved in secret for years.

Wayne didn’t give him a second to adjust. He aligned his throbbing cock with Greg’s entrance, the swollen head nudging against the slick rim before slamming forward in one vicious thrust. The girth stretched him wide again, burying balls-deep in a single, merciless plunge that tore a sharp cry from Greg’s throat. Pain exploded through his ass, the burn fierce and unrelenting as his walls clamped down around the invading thickness, but it twisted immediately into a dark pleasure, sparks igniting along his nerves.

“Ahh, fuck!” Greg cried out, his voice breaking, body jolting forward on all fours.

Wayne’s hips snapped back and drove in harder, setting a brutal rhythm. Fast, deep, pounding without mercy. Each slam rocked Greg’s obese frame, his belly slapping against his thighs, his manboobs jiggling from the force. The wet squelch of cock in ass filled the room, obscene and rhythmic, mingling with the slap of Wayne’s heavy balls against Greg’s taint.

“You like that, tiny dick loser?” Wayne growled, his breath hot on Greg’s neck as he leaned over, one hand releasing a wrist to grip the older man’s hip instead.

The insult sliced deep, amplifying the shame flooding Greg’s thoughts. His babydick twitching feebly below, leaking a pathetic dribble while Wayne’s massive black shaft claimed him so completely.

“Feel how a real man’s cock splits you open? Yours wouldn’t even tickle a bee.”

Wayne’s words dripped with cocky disdain, each one a verbal lash that made Greg’s hole clench tighter around him, drawing a grunt of satisfaction from the younger man.

Greg’s cries grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping from his chest with every brutal thrust. “Please… Oh god, it’s too much,” he gasped, but his body betrayed him, arching back instinctively to take more, the raw intimacy of being filled so thoroughly overwhelming his senses.

The pain blurred into ecstasy, his prostate battered relentlessly, sending jolts of forbidden bliss up his spine. Tears pricked his eyes, not just from the stretch but from the emotional rawness. The vulnerability of being exposed like this, forced to confront his inadequacy under Wayne’s unyielding dominance.

Wayne’s grip tightened on Greg’s hips, fingers bruising the pale flesh as he drove in deeper, faster, his muscular thighs flexing with each powerful snap. He yanked Greg’s hips back to meet him, fully exposing the older man’s fat ass, cheeks spread wide around the pistoning cock. The position left nothing hidden. Greg’s tiny dick wiggling uselessly with every jolt, a humiliating contrast to the veined monster disappearing into his hole.

“Look at you, all spread out like a desperate white slut for black dick,” Wayne taunted, his voice rough with lust and cruelty. “Your micro-cock is worthless. Bet you jerk that little thing every day, dreaming of getting wrecked like this.”

The humiliation burned through Greg, hot and unrelenting, his face pressed to the carpet now as Wayne’s pace turned frantic. He felt utterly dominated, every inch of his obese body claimed and used, the interracial edge sharpening the degradation into something intoxicating. His tiny cock twitched harder, not from arousal it could act on, but from the sheer overwhelm of the rough sex. The pain in his ass, the shame in his gut, the twisted pleasure coiling tighter in his core. Pre-cum oozed from his tip in thin strings, dripping onto the floor beneath him, ignored and irrelevant.

Wayne’s grunts grew animalistic, sweat dripping from his chiseled abs onto Greg’s back, the weight of his body pinning the older man in place. “Cry louder, faggot. Show me how much you need this pounding.”

Greg’s moans turned to sobs of ecstasy, his arms trembling as he held himself up, lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The assault showed no mercy, Wayne’s thick cock throbbing inside him, promising endless degradation and the building edge of release, but the younger man held back, drawing out the torment with every savage thrust.

Wayne’s thrusts slowed to a deliberate grind, his thick cock buried deep in Greg’s ass, stirring the slick heat inside him with teasing rolls of his hips. The older man’s body trembled on all fours, every muscle aching from the relentless pounding, his mind a haze of shame and need. Sweat stung his eyes, and his tiny dick was limp, a pathetic reminder of his inadequacy amid the overwhelming fullness stretching him open. Wayne’s hands dug into Greg’s hips, holding him impaled, the younger man’s breath ragged against his ear.

“Stay right there, you worthless slut,” Wayne commanded, his voice a deep, mocking rumble that vibrated through Greg’s core.

He pulled out slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the drag of that veined girth leaving Greg’s asshole gaping and empty, a cool rush of air hitting the sensitive rim. Greg whimpered at the loss, his obese frame sagging, but Wayne’s grip tightened, yanking him upright by the wrists still pinned behind his back.

“Not done with you yet, tiny dick. Get on your feet or crawl, I don’t give a fuck. But you’re gonna move for me.”

Greg’s heart pounded, humiliation flooding him as Wayne released his wrists with a shove. He collapsed forward, palms hitting the carpet again, his naked body fully exposed in the dim light of his cluttered living room. The interracial contrast burned in his mind. Wayne’s dark, muscular form loomed like a predator, while his own pale, flabby white skin flushed red from abuse. Submissive instincts surged, overriding any protest; he couldn’t deny the twisted thrill of being forced to display himself like this.

“Crawl,” Wayne ordered, kicking lightly at Greg’s side, the nudge enough to jolt him into motion. “Across the room, bitch. Show me that fat ass and your little nub swinging. Let me see how desperate you are.”

Greg swallowed hard, cheeks burning as he began to shuffle forward on hands and knees. The carpet scraped his palms and knees, each awkward movement making his heavy belly sway and his sagging tits jiggle. His tiny cock wiggled uselessly between his thighs, inny-soft now, barely visible in the folds of fat. A humiliating 2.7 inches, even at its hardest, now just a shameful nothing. He was dickless.

He felt Wayne’s eyes boring into him, the forced exhibitionism stripping away the last shreds of his dignity. As he crawled, his ass cheeks parted slightly with each shuffle, exposing the slick, abused asshole to the room’s air, pink and swollen from the rough fucking. The vulnerability hit him like a wave. Crawling naked for this cocky black delivery guy, his body on full display, every flaw highlighted in the harsh reality of his submission.

“Look at you go, old man,” Wayne laughed, his tone laced with cruel amusement as he followed a step behind, his massive cock still hard and bobbing, glistening with lube and Greg’s own juices. “Crawling like a good little white faggot. Spread those cheeks wider… Yeah, just like that. Let me see that wrecked pussy begging for more.”

Greg’s face flamed hotter, but he obeyed instinctively, reaching back with one trembling hand to pull his fat ass apart, the motion making his tiny dick twitch feebly. Shame twisted in his gut, yet a dark arousal coiled tighter, the emotional rawness of being so utterly exposed feeding into the physical ache between his legs.

He made it halfway across the room, breath coming in short gasps, when Wayne’s patience snapped. With a grunt, the younger man lunged forward, his strong hands grabbing Greg’s shoulders. In one brutal motion, he flipped the older man onto his back, the impact jarring Greg’s spine against the carpet.

Greg’s legs splayed wide involuntarily, his obese body sprawling out, belly heaving as he stared up at Wayne’s towering frame. The size difference was stark. Wayne’s ripped muscles gleaming with sweat, his thick black cock jutting out like a weapon, aimed right at Greg’s vulnerable entrance.

“You think crawling’s enough? Nah, slut. Time to take it face-to-face so I can watch that pathetic face while I ruin you.”

Wayne’s eyes locked on Greg’s tiny erection, which had stiffened just a fraction from the humiliation, barely poking out at 2.7 inches, leaking pre-cum in a sad dribble. He sneered, gripping his own shaft and slapping it against Greg’s inner thigh, the heavy weight making the older man flinch.

“Look at that sad little thing. Hard as it’s gonna get, huh? Mine’s twice that soft. You’re such a joke.”

Greg’s breath hitched, the mockery slicing deep, amplifying the interracial humiliation as Wayne positioned himself between his spread legs. The emotional intimacy of the moment clashed with the raw degradation. Greg felt seen, exposed in every way, his submissive soul craving the dominance even as tears welled in his eyes.

Wayne didn’t wait. He aligned his throbbing cockhead with Greg’s slick asshole and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. The stretch was immediate and brutal, Greg’s walls clamping down around the invading thickness, pain blooming hot and fierce through his ass.

“Ahh—fuck, no!” Greg cried out, his voice cracking as his body arched off the carpet, legs kicking uselessly.

The fullness overwhelmed him, Wayne’s girth splitting him open, battering his prostate with every inch. Pleasure twisted through the burn, raw and unrelenting, his tiny cock jerking against his belly, untouched and irrelevant. Wayne’s hips snapped forward again, setting a punishing rhythm. Deep, fast slams that rocked Greg’s entire frame, his flabby belly and manboobs bouncing, belly rippling with each impact.

“Yeah, cry for it, loser,” Wayne growled, leaning down to pin Greg’s wrists above his head, his muscular body caging the older man completely.

The weight pressed down, intimate and suffocating, as Wayne’s cock pistoned in and out, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly.

“Feel that? Real dick owning your fat ass. Yours couldn’t even stretch a condom,” he mocked the tiny erection with a glance, thrusting harder to punctuate each word, his balls slapping against Greg’s taint.

Greg lost all control, sobs tearing from his throat as shame and pleasure collided in a storm. His hole clenched rhythmically around Wayne’s shaft, milking it despite the pain, waves of ecstasy building from the rough domination. Tears streamed down his face, the humiliation of being ridiculed so openly. His pathetic size, his submissive white body yielding to this black alpha. Pushing him over the edge. His tiny cock spasmed, spurting weak ropes of jizz onto his belly without a single touch, the orgasm ripping through him in humiliating bursts.

“Oh god… Please, it’s too much!” Greg wailed, body convulsing, but Wayne only laughed, driving deeper, his own release building as he prolonged the assault, grunting with every brutal plunge.

The room filled with Greg’s broken moans and the obscene sounds of their coupling, Wayne’s cock throbbing inside him, promising no end to the degradation. Greg’s mind fractured under the onslaught, lost in the mix of pain, shame, and intoxicating bliss, his submission complete as Wayne claimed him utterly.

Wayne’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with savage force, each thrust slamming his thick black cock balls-deep into Greg’s stretched asshole. The older man’s body jolted with every impact, his obese frame quivering under the relentless assault, sweat slicking his pale skin. Pain and pleasure blurred into one searing wave, Greg’s hole clenching desperately around the invading girth, the burn of the stretch mingling with the electric jolts hitting his prostate.

He gasped, tears streaking his flushed face, the humiliation of his recent pathetic orgasm. His tiny 2.7-inch boner was still twitching weakly on his belly, cum was cooling in sticky ropes, amplifying every sensation. Wayne’s muscular body loomed over him, dark skin glistening, the size difference stark as he dominated the submissive white man completely.

“Take it, you fat little bitch,” Wayne snarled, his voice rough with building tension, breath hot against Greg’s neck.

He gripped Greg’s wrists tighter, pinning them down as he drove in harder, the wet squelch of his cock plunging through lube and Greg’s own slickness filling the room. Greg’s legs trembled, spread wide and helpless, his ass cheeks spread by Wayne’s thrusting hips. The emotional rawness hit Greg deep. Being used like this, exposed and ridiculed for his inadequacy, stirred a twisted need in his core, his submissive nature craving the degradation even as sobs escaped his lips.

Wayne’s grunts grew louder, his thick shaft throbbing inside Greg’s tight heat, veins pulsing against sensitive walls. “Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me like it knows it’s worthless without real dick,” Wayne mocked openly, eyes flicking to Greg’s limp nub, the interracial power dynamic fueling his cockiness.

Greg whimpered, overwhelmed, his mind fracturing under the mix of shame and bliss. The rough sex stripped him bare, forcing him to confront his vulnerability. Wayne’s balls tightened, slapping rhythmically against Greg’s taint, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold back.

With a guttural roar, Wayne yanked out abruptly, his cock popping free from Greg’s gaping asshole, leaving the older man empty and clenching around nothing. Greg’s asshole fluttered, slick and abused, a dribble of pre-cum leaking out as he lay there panting, body arched in shock.

Before Greg could process the loss, Wayne straddled his chest, fisting his massive cock. Easily three times the length of Greg’s hardest, and pumped it furiously. “Open wide, tiny dick loser. You’re getting my load.”

Hot ropes of thick jizz erupted from Wayne’s tip, splattering across Greg’s face in heavy spurts. The salty warmth hit his cheeks, lips, and forehead, dripping into his open mouth as he gasped, the humiliation crashing over him like a tide. Cum coated his skin, marking him as Wayne’s slut, the scent musky and overpowering.

Wayne didn’t give him a moment to recover. He shoved forward, pressing his spent cock and heavy balls right into Greg’s cum-smeared face, smearing the mess further. “Lick it clean, bitch. Taste what a real man shoots.”

Greg’s heart raced, submission flooding him as he extended his tongue, lapping tentatively at the softening shaft. The flavor exploded. It was salty/bitter jizz mixed with the shitty-taste of his own ass, the cock still twitching slightly against his lips. Wayne ground harder, forcing the head past Greg’s teeth, making him suckle the remnants while his balls dragged over Greg’s chin, sweaty and musky from the exertion.

“Get every drop, old man. And don’t forget the balls. Suck ’em like you mean it.” Wayne’s command was laced with cruel amusement, his hand tangling in Greg’s hair to hold him in place.

Greg obeyed, emotional turmoil churning inside him. The shame of cleaning this black alpha’s cock after being fucked raw, yet the intimacy of the act twisted into dark arousal. He swirled his tongue over the veined length, tracing the ridge where it met his ass’s shitty residue, then moved lower, drawing one ball into his mouth, sucking gently as the coarse hairs tickled his lips. The sweat was sharp on his taste buds, mingled with cum and piss, and he hummed involuntarily, his tiny dick stirring feebly again despite the degradation.

Wayne chuckled darkly, shifting his hips to expose more. “Good slut. Now the real treat. Lick my asshole clean, too. Show me how low you’ll go for this dick.”

He turned slightly, planting his knees on either side of Greg’s head, lowering his muscular ass toward the older man’s face. Greg hesitated for a split second, face burning with fresh humiliation, but Wayne’s grip tightened, forcing him forward.

“Do it, or I’ll make you regret it.”

The threat sent a shiver through Greg, his submissive side yielding as he pressed his tongue against Wayne’s tight hole.

The musky, shitty taste hit him immediately, Wayne’s ass cheeks flexing as Greg licked tentatively, circling the puckered rim. He delved deeper, tongue probing the sensitive flesh, cleaning away sweat and traces of their rough session. Wayne moaned low, rocking back to grind against Greg’s mouth, the dominance absolute.

“Yeah, eat that ass, white faggot. Your tongue’s the only thing your pathetic body’s good for.”

Greg’s mind reeled, the forced intimacy raw and exposing. Licking this young, cocky delivery guy’s asshole after being cummed on, his own body still sprawled naked and used on the floor. Pleasure and shame intertwined, his hole aching emptily, craving more even as tears mixed with the drying cum on his face.

Satisfied, Wayne finally pulled away, standing with a smirk, his cock hanging heavy and semi-hard. He grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor and dressed quickly. Pants zipping over his bulge, shirt stretching across his ripped chest. Greg lay there, breathless and spent, face sticky, ass throbbing, watching the alpha tower over him.

“Clean yourself up, loser. But don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be back for more of that tight pussy. Next delivery, you’ll answer the door naked. From now on, you’ll be naked for all our deliveries, even if it’s not me. Then you’ll be sucking me off at the door so the neighbors can watch what a slut you are and see your tiny dick and laugh at it.”

Wayne’s promise hung in the air, cocky and final, as he turned toward the door, leaving Greg curled on the carpet, body humming with aftershocks, mind buzzing with the lingering humiliation and unspoken anticipation of his return.

*****

The door clicked shut behind Wayne, the sound echoing through Greg’s empty living room like a final judgment. Greg lay sprawled on the worn carpet, his obese body heaving with ragged breaths, every muscle trembling from the brutal fucking that had just torn through him. His face felt heavy, sticky with Wayne’s thick cum drying in crusty patches across his cheeks, lips, and forehead. The salty residue cracked as he winced.

The musky scent clung to his skin, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and the faint, shitty bitterness from licking Wayne’s asshole. His ass throbbed relentlessly, the stretched asshole pulsing with a dull ache, slick remnants of Wayne’s pre-cum leaking out onto the floor beneath him. Humiliation burned in his chest, hot and unrelenting, but beneath it simmered a raw, twisted pleasure that left him shaking, his submissive core exposed and aching for more even in the silence.

Greg’s mind raced, fragments of the encounter flashing unbidden. Wayne’s massive black cock and how it slammed into him. The interracial dominance stood stark against his pale, flabby skin. The forced exposure of his pathetic 2.7-inch boner and flaccid inny, laughed at and mocked. The way Wayne had pinned him down, yanking his hair to deepthroat that thick shaft until tears streamed.

He felt small, worthless. A tiny dick loser turned slut bitch in his own home. Yet the shame fueled a desperate heat low in his belly, his body betraying him with the stirrings of arousal despite the pain.

Wayne’s parting words echoed, “I’ll be back for more of that tight pussy.”

The promise sent a shiver through Greg, anticipation twisting with fear, his vulnerability laid bare.

Alone now, the room felt too quiet, the groceries forgotten on the bench. The ice cream has probably melted by now. Greg’s hand twitched at his side, drawn inexorably downward as the emotional weight pressed in. The intimacy of submission crashes against his lifelong isolation. Slowly, he reached between his thick thighs, fingers brushing the soft, sweaty folds of his obese belly before grasping his tiny cock. It was still hard from the earlier humiliation, the 2.7 inches slick with his own dried cum and fresh sweat. The size difference haunted him. Wayne’s cock had been a monster, veined and throbbing, while this… This was nothing, a joke that had earned him nothing but ridicule.

A whimper escaped Greg’s lips as he wrapped his pudgy fingers around the minuscule shaft, the touch sending sparks through his oversensitive nerves. He squeezed gently at first, feeling the twitch against his skin, the vulnerability hitting him like a punch, jerking off to the memory of being roughly used, his body marked and claimed. But gentleness wouldn’t cut it. The pent-up tension coiled tight in his gut, demanding release.

Greg’s grip tightened, and he began to jerk furiously, his wrist pumping fast and erratic, the slick slide of sweat easing the friction over his tiny dick. Each stroke pulled a gasp from him, the sensation building sharp and urgent, his balls—small and tight—drawing up as pleasure edged out the shame for a fleeting moment.

His free hand roamed upward, smearing the cum on his face, tasting the remnants on his fingers as he sucked them clean, the act deepening the humiliation. Wayne’s flavor lingered, dominant and overpowering, fueling the frantic rhythm. Greg’s hips bucked weakly off the carpet, his fat ass clenching around the phantom fullness of that thick cock, the rough sex replaying in his mind. Being flipped over, spread wide, pounded until he cried out.

The emotional rawness surged, years of loneliness shattered by this young, muscular black man’s cocky assault, forcing him to embrace his submissive side. Tears welled again, mixing with the sticky mess, but he didn’t stop; he couldn’t. His tiny cock throbbed in his fist, veins pulsing faintly under the skin, the head flushing red as blood rushed in.

Faster now, Greg jerked with desperate abandon, breaths coming in short, wheezing pants that shook his obese frame. The room filled with the wet schlick of his hand on his slick nub, the sound obscene in the solitude. Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter in his core, his prostate still tingling from Wayne’s relentless pounding.

He imagined the delivery guy watching, smirking at the pathetic display, another layer of forced exhibitionism in his own head. “Tiny dick loser,” Wayne’s voice growled in his memory, and Greg moaned, the insult twisting into fuel.

His body tensed, muscles quivering, the mix of pain from his abused asshole and the ecstasy of reclaiming even this small act pushing him to the brink.

The twitch started deep, his tiny dick spasming violently in his grip, the buildup exploding outward. Greg’s back arched, a loud, guttural moan ripping from his throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the walls. Semen shot from his tip in weak but forceful spurts, hotter and more intense than anything he’d ever felt, splattering his belly and chest in pearly ropes that mingled with the sweat.

Wave after wave crashed over him, his vision blurring, body trembling uncontrollably as shame and ecstasy collided. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life, drawn from the depths of his vulnerability, the rough domination unlocking something primal. He gasped through it, fingers milking every drop, his hole clenching emptily, craving the fullness that had wrecked him.

As the aftershocks faded, Greg collapsed back, chest heaving, his fingers still loosely curled around his spent cock. The pleasure ebbed into a warm haze, but the humiliation lingered, sharper now in the quiet, face sticky, body marked, alone with the promise of Wayne’s return hanging over him like a shadow.

His mind whirled with unspoken need, the submissive pull stronger than ever, leaving him exposed and yearning for whatever brutal intimacy came next.

 

The End.

 

 

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