Avery is in a new apartment, and his neighbor is a pimp. Slim Jay don’t play around, so when his ho proves recalcitrant, he seeks out Avery for a no-holds-barred exploration of dominance, submission and one nasty rimjob!
Can Avery satisfy his new neighbor?!
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Avery’s back ached. He hated moving, and it seemed like he did it all the time these days. He had moved four times in the past five years. He was never fully moved into his previous apartment. Now this time, he felt confident, would be his last for awhile. It was a nice place, plenty big for him and in a nice neighborhood.
It was only on his last trip up the stairs with a trash bag full of towels and a few odds and ends that Avery saw a black pimp sauntering into the building in front of him. He was a tall, powerfully built man with a broad-shouldered frame, wearing a brilliant chartreuse suit, tapping with a jeweled cane as he walked. He had a handsome face marred by a recent scar slashing across his cheek and left eye.
“What’s crackin’, homeslice?” the pimp said, holding the door open for Avery. “You the new whomdiddy, huh?”
Avery nodded. “Yeah, guess. My name’s Avery.” He shook hands with the jive-heavy pimp, who was dipping and dapping up and down even when he stood still. Once they shook paws though, he turned around and did his dippy-dappy pimp walk towards the stairwell.
“Nice to meet ya, nice to greet ya!” he called out, his booming voice echoing in the lobby. Avery followed him up the stairs. “My name’s Slim Jay.”
“Oh, okay-“
“Now I got a deal for ya, honky,” he said. “I give every motherfucker in this buildin’ the same deal — I know you prolly don’t like living with a pimp, but don’t you worry, I don’t bring my work home with me. My hos be in hotels, nigga. Nice ones too. I’s a classy nigga, see? So we cool, right?”
He held out a fist, which Avery bumped awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, I guess-“
“So what kinda girl you like? That’s my deal. You get a one-time freebie. You like Asian girls, I bet. You look like the kinda white man who’s into Asian girls.”
“No…” Avery hesitated.
“Go on, you can tell me,” Slim Jay said. He smiled. “I got anything you want, man. ‘Cept for children, I don’t mess wit’ that. I got fat chicks. I got this nasty old lady too, you like old bitches?”
“No, no…” Avery said.
“You into freaky shit? I got two chicks who’ll lick ya asshole, honky.”
“Uh, no. No thanks,” Avery said.
“Okay, then, you prolly wanna swing on my meat, huh? You-“
“Hell yeah!” Avery blushed. He didn’t mean to sound so desperate. But he did love servicing thugs like Slim Jay, and he couldn’t resist his own enthusiasm. He had often had good luck in seducing thugs too, it was a sort of superpower that Avery had developed over the years.
Slim Jay stopped and glared at him. “Motherfucker, do not interrupt me. I ain’t gonna slap you since you ain’t my bitch, and I don’t normally hit civilians. But do not interrupt me again, or I may have to reconsider that. Got it, motherfucker?”
“Uh, yeah, okay. Sorry, Slim Jay,” Avery said.
“I was gonna say that you can prolly get me drunk and take my dick out sooner or later, but I’m mostly sober now, and I can get a female over here anytime,” he said. He stopped in front of his apartment door, slapped hands with Avery and then paused. “I let you kiss it. You wanna kiss it? Just a kiss.”
“Uh, okay,” Avery said. He followed Slim Jay into the sumptuously decorated apartment, decked out with gold lace. It looked exactly like Avery would have guessed a pimp’s home looked, with ornate jeweled goblets and bottles of cognac scattered about, multicolored clothes draped over the furniture and floor. It smelled like cologne and sweat. Not female sweat either. Slim Jay didn’t bring his bitches back to his apartment. It smelled like male sweat.
Slim Jay took a massive cock out the fly of his slacks. He smiled at Avery’s shocked expression. “Big as shit, huh? You like it? You prolly wanna jack me off.”
“Yeah, I do.” Avery hefted Slim Jay’s cock in one hand, and he kissed the tip as wetly and moistly as he could manage, making spit run down the shaft. He hoped to get Slim Jay so aroused he agreed to let Avery jerk him off, but after just a quick half-stroke of his hand, Slim Jay pulled away.
He smacked his cock over Avery’s face as hard as he could, and it was so thick and meaty it almost hurt a little, not that Avery was complaining.
“You freaky as shit, huh?” Slim Jay said as though a little surprised, like he had thought Avery might prove himself to be after all. “You can beg me fo’ it. I think about it. Maybe you change my mind.”
“Oh, please, Slim Jay, let me jerk you off. Let this little whiteboy swallow it. I’ll deep-throat it the best I can-“
“I know that, motherfucker, I’d throat you. I will slam that shit down, honky,” he said. Then he tucked his cock away. “Nah, I ain’t into that shit. Go on, git,” Slim Jay said. He snorted and wrinkled his nose. “Nice try though.”
Avery stood with a weary shrug. He had thought this was going to work. He was pretty good at getting alpha thugs like Slim Jay to let him swing on their meat, and he had suspected that Slim Jay planned on saying yes all along, just needing to protect his self-image by pretending he had to be convinced. Avery made sure to shake his ass though, as he walked out, and he felt sure that Slim Jay watched.
There was still time.
But it wasn’t all bad — he really did want to get moved into his new place; he hated being in limbo, between homes. He hurried to his apartment just down the hall, trash bag of towels and some clothes, mainly socks, in tow, and set to work emptying his bags and boxes. By the time he went out to pick up dinner and came back, he had nearly forgotten about Slim Jay.
The movers were coming with the mattress and a few other big things tomorrow, so Avery set up the air mattress for tonight. He hooked up his monitor to his laptop, fired up an episode of Fawlty Towers and devoured his meal of fried rice and steamed dumplings. He was so tired he didn’t feel hungry until he ate, but his muscles remained exhausted from a day of carrying virtually everything he owned up the stairs to this new place. Once he tucked in, he ate ravenously. Then the food made him sleepy, so he crawled to his air mattress and slipped into slumber.
There was a knock on the door. It was almost ten o’clock at night, so Avery jumped and his heart thumped into wakefulness. He tiptoed to the door so he could still pretend not to be home. He looked through the peephole and saw Slim Jay standing there.
He opened the door. Slim Jay burst in past him, smelling of cognac. He eyed Avery suspiciously.
“Told you, honky,” he said. “My bitches pissed me off tonight. They ain’t barely make any cheddah, and then when I tells ‘em to lick my asshole, they complain like whiny bitches. You lick asshole, right?”
“Uh… Yeah.” Avery yawned.
“Good. Get on yo’ back on the ground,” he said. He slammed the door behind himself.
Avery was shocked — this was all happening so suddenly — but he wasn’t about to say no. He laid on his back on the floor.
“Open yo’ mouth, and stick yo’ tongue out,” Slim Jay said. He spat as though upset Avery hadn’t read his mind and already done so.
Avery licked his lips and got into position. He loved eating ass, and he suspected Slim Jay had a perfect one. Much to his surprise though, Slim Jay just looked down at him. He put his jeweled cane on Avery’s chest, as though he was going to use him for support, but didn’t actually put any weight on the cane.
“You want it, bitch?”
“Yes! Please god, let me lick your ass! And your cock! And-“
“Shut the hell up, stop listing body parts,” Slim Jay said. He swayed like he was drunk, and his breath reeked of sweet cognac. “Don’t move.”
Avery stayed right there with his mouth open, tongue sticking as far out as he could manage. Slim Jay looked at him for what felt like a long time, then walked away. He took a tour of the apartment. He opened the refrigerator and groaned at the sight of its emptiness.
“You ain’t bought food yet?”
“No, sorry,” Avery called out from his spot on the floor.
“Get beer,” he said. “Malt liquor. I want you to keep a forty here all the time. If I’mma let you take my dick, you gotta have malt liquor for me. Got it? Also cognac. Get a bottle of cognac.”
“Yes, Slim Jay,” Avery said.
He took a deep breath. “I go get another cognac from my joint. You owe me though. Go buy a bottle tomorrow to replace it,” he said. “You got a dildo here?”
“Uh… yeah…” Avery said. “Over there.” He pointed to a box in the corner of the living room.
Slim Jay nodded. “Go get it. Put it in yo’ ass, boy. Start loosenin’ yo’self up,” he said. “I be right back.”
Then he walked out the door, leaving it wide open so anyone who walked by would see Avery hurry to the box and get out the dildo. It was a tiny one, a nondescript purple cylinder. He got back in position on the floor, opened his mouth and slipped the dildo in his ass. It hurt for just a moment, then his ass loosened.
Slim Jay walked back in with a bottle of cognac and one of those jeweled goblets from his apartment. He filled his cup, then put the bottle down. He got on his knees, lifted up Avery’s legs and peered at the dildo in his ass. He pushed it in all the way, and he smiled when Avery spasmed in both pain and pleasure.
“You saw my dick, right? I got big nigga meat, you saw that,” Slim Jay said. “This dildo ain’t big enough to get you ready fo’ me.”
“That’s the only one I got,” he said.
Slim Jay shrugged. “Whatevuh, it’s yo’ problem. Gonna hurt like hell when I ram you. I don’t do it nice, just so’s you know. It’s gonna hurt real bad.”
“Okay, Slim Jay. I like it hard.”
“I bet you do,” he said with a sneer. He pulled his sweatpants down to his knees and let that slab of meat flop out. He kneeled over Avery’s face, pointing his crotch down at Avery’s open mouth.
He pushed his dick in Avery’s throat. When Avery gagged, he flexed his hips to push his cock in even harder. Avery choked, but Slim Jay grunted as he tried to force it farther. Avery’s throat loosened, and his nose nestled in Slim Jay’s kinky black pubic hairs.
Slim Jay smiled. “Ah, fuck, boy, you swallow dick good, damn! Why can’t females get they throat open like you. I gotta work on stretchin’ them out, but you all ready to go.”
Avery gagged uncontrollably. He was laying on his back on the carpeted floor, while Slim Jay humped his throat. Slim Jay wrapped his arms around Avery’s body, seemingly unaware that the position put Slim Jay’s face right between Avery’s legs. Avery’s rock-hard cock pressed through his thin pants into Slim Jay’s body, but Slim Jay didn’t seem to care.
“Keep yo’ throat open, boy. Make some mo’ spit. Make some mo’ spit,” he repeated himself a few more times, then slammed his dick down all the way. Avery choked, but he stayed in position. “You ain’t listenin’, boi, do I got yo’ attention now? Slap my ass cheek one time if you understand me?” Avery’s lungs cried out for air, and his hard cock demanded attention. Slim Jay was so close to it. Avery forced his flailing hand to smack Slim Jay’s asscheeks once. “Good. I tol’ you to make mo’ spit. You wasn’t listenin’ so I had to get yo’ attention by chokin’ you. Always listen to me when you got my dick in yo’ mouth.”
Then he pulled out, and patiently waited while Avery gasped hoarsely. Avery heaved for breath, but Slim Jay held his head in position just below Slim Jay’s dick. His balls still rested on Avery’s nose.
“Now make some spit, boi,” Slim Jay said. Avery loudly retched up saliva, and kept going until Slim Jay nodded his approval. Avery opened his mouth to show it off. Slim Jay plunged his fat dick right in. “That’s how you do nice sloppy dome. That’s usually what I want, whiteboy.”
Once he got a rhythm going, Slim Jay was relentless. He picked his hips all the way up so his cock was right above Avery’s face, thick tendrils of spit connecting it to Avery’s mouth. Then he plunged back in all the way. Every thrust of his hips was equally powerful, and he demanded Avery deep-throat it every single time.
“Don’t worry, I ain’t forget about that rimjob,” Slim Jay said. “Beg me for it.”
Avery waited for Slim Jay to pull out of his mouth, but he didn’t. Slim Jay planted his hips all the way down on Avery’s face, so his pendulous balls rested on Avery’s nose. He repeated his command. “Beg me for it.”
So Avery said I wanna lick your ass the best he could with his mouth full. Of course all that came out was a muffled gagging sound, which made Slim Jay laugh. He pulled out and used both hands to keep Avery’s head on the ground, not allowing him to buck and retch. As a result, the torrent of spit and precum in Avery’s mouth just spilled out his cheeks. Slim Jay frowned.
Then he stood over Avery, pulled down his thick pants and revealed a big, wide ass. He squatted over Avery’s face so that his asscheeks separated. Avery could see and smell that beautiful musky hole just inches from his face.
Slim Jay hesitated before dropping his hips the rest of the way. But at last he did so, and Avery’s open mouth enveloped his hot ass. It turned out that he had hesitated because he pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
“Yo, bitch,” he said into the phone. A female’s tired voice came out of the speaker. Avery couldn’t hear the words, but it was apparent he had woken up a ho. He said, “Don’t pretend you sleepin’, bitch. I know you probably fuckin’ wit’ some nigga, you goddamn slut. Don’t gimme that shit.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Avery plunged his tongue deep into Slim Jay’s ass, tickling his prostate as he felt Slim Jay’s whole body shake. “I got this female lickin’ my asshole, bitch. She loves it. Gonna make her my new bottom bitch, I think.” The woman on the other end responded with either fear or anger or both, Avery couldn’t quite hear the details, but it was obvious she was upset. Slim Jay chuckled quietly enough that she couldn’t hear. “You wanna listen? She makin’ noise.”
Avery blushed. Slim Jay put the phone up next to his ass, and Avery licked as loudly as he could. He suckled on Slim Jay’s rectum as though trying to get the last bit of milkshake out of a straw. He wiggled his tongue, blowing a raspberry that made a grim fluttering sound. Slim Jay’s body shuddered with pleasure.
“So whatchoo think bitch?” Slim Jay said, bringing the phone back to his ear. “I don’t wanna hear no ‘pology. You know where T-Boy lives, right?” He laughed as the woman made a disgusted sound. “Shut the fuck up! You wanna stay my bottom bitch, you go to T-Boy’s right now. Yeah, he still fat. He even fatter I think. Go’n and wake him up. Give him a rimjob. I don’t give a shit, he probably will fart on your face, bitch. You deserve it. You tell him to call me once you done. I ask him if you give a good rimjob. If he don’t give it at least a nine outta ten, I ain’t gonna keep you on as my bottom bitch. I’ll cut you loose, slut.”
Slim Jay held the phone away from his ear. He laughed at the woman’s frenzied begging. He lifted himself off Avery’s face, put a finger to his lips and then lowered himself over Avery’s ass.
“Go on, bitch. Go to T-Boy. The longer you wait, the nastier his ass is gonna be. He don’t take showers at night,” Slim Jay said. Then he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. “You into fat dudes, whiteboy?”
“Uh, no.”
“Good, that shit’s gross,” he said. “That bitch. She gonna try to kiss me tomorrow too, I know it. Gonna slap the teeth outta that bitch.”
Without a word of warning — and without having ever asked if it was okay, not that Avery would complain — Slim Jay pushed his dick right into Avery’s ass. Avery was still laying on his back on the floor, so Slim Jay had to drop his crotch awkwardly on him. At first he kept his chest away as though he didn’t want to come into any more contact with Avery’s body than he had to, but after the first inch or two disappeared into Avery’s ass, he grimaced and lowered himself.
His whole body pinned Avery down. Slim Jay wrapped his arms around Avery’s face. “You like it rough, whiteboy.”
“Yes, Slim Jay.”
“That wasn’t a question,” he said. Then he slammed his cock all the way in. Avery screamed out in pain. For a moment, he though he wouldn’t be able to take this. The agony was too intense.
But he almost always thought that when bottoming, especially with someone who had a big dick on top. As always, however, after a few pumps of the top’s cock, Avery’s ass loosened. His prostate came alive, and Avery grunted loudly. He tried to stroke his own dick, but Slim Jay slapped his hand away.
“Nah,” he said. “When I’m rammin’ you, you should be focusin’ on nothing but that. This ain’t ’bout you. No jacking off.”
Treating him like a ragdoll, Slim Jay rammed harder than Avery thought possible. Slim Jay pushed Avery into the ground as though trying to shove him into the apartment down below. He ground his cock in Avery’s ass, and when Avery shook with pain, Slim Jay kept plowing in that direction to make sure it hurt.
“Anal should hurt the bitch who’s takin’ it,” Slim Jay said over and over. “If’n it don’t hurt, you either doin’ it wrong or you is inside’ a real loose slut.”
“Yes, Slim Jay. It hurts,” Avery said. “Can I please jack off?”
Slim Jay gripped his neck from behind, squeezing just enough that Avery had to focus to breathe. Slim Jay didn’t actually answer, but it was clear what his answer was: no.
Slim Jay had never taken his shirt off, so Avery felt the man’s strapping muscles writhe through the fabric. Avery’s own back was bare, squirming as pain and pleasure wracked his body. Slim Jay pressed his chest down harder as he neared his own orgasm. He nibbled on Avery’s earlobe.
“Normally, I’d make you take my load in yo’ mouth,” Slim Jay said breathlessly. For the first time since this began, he actually sounded like he was ramming — he had that tight, pinched tone to his voice. “Real gangstas always get ass-to-mouth. But yo’ ass is just perfect, whiteboy. So I’m gonna cum inside you.”
“Yes, Slim Jay.”
“When you feel me cumming, you shout out my name, okay?”
“Uh, what?”
Slim Jay smacked his cheek lightly. His face was just inches from Avery’s, and Avery had the feeling that Slim Jay would even kiss him if Avery’s face weren’t covered in assjuice. Slim Jay sneered.
“You havin’ trouble payin’ attention, boy,” Slim Jay said. “I don’t like that. You pay attention to my words. When you feel me cumming inside yo’ little bitch-ass, you shout out my name. You don’t stop shouting until I’m done cumming. Got it?”
“Uh, yeah. Yes, Slim Jay,” Avery said. He didn’t yet know how thin these walls were, but he guessed he was about to find out.
Moments later Slim Jay’s body shook. He stopped humping for just a second, then began again with renewed vigor. A fresh bout of pain shot through his body. Avery screamed
He tried to say Slim Jay as he screamed, but the bliss and the agony were too intense to form real words. It ended up being consonant-less cry. Hiiiiii-hu Haaaaa-aaay! Slim Jay shot an incredibly huge load, which kept flowing and flowing, so Avery had to concentrate to keep shouting the whole time.
At last it was over. Slim Jay was laying on Avery’s back, his entire weight pinning Avery down. His hot cum congealed as it seeped into, and out of, Avery’s body. His dick sat, rock-hard still, in Avery’s asshole.
“How was that, whiteboy?”
“Oh god yes, please come back again,” Avery said. Tears twinkled in his eyes. “I’ll get malt liquor and cognac. I promise. Any kind you want.”
“You can surprise me, just don’t buy cheap shit,” Slim Jay said. He paused, then whispered in Avery’s ear. “You been a good sport. You like my dick in yo’ ass, huh, whiteboy?”
“Yeah!”
“You like nigga dick?”
“Yeah!”
“Say it.”
“I like-” Avery hesitated, instinctually unsure whether he could say nigga. When Slim Jay laughed at his hesitation, Avery blurted it out. “I like nigga dick! I like your nigga dick!”
Slim Jay smacked his cheek. “You callin’ me a nigger, whiteboy?”
“No, I-“
“Shut up,” Slim Jay said. He sat up, but took Avery with him, so his now-limpening cock remained deep in Avery’s ass. He wrapped his powerful arms around Avery’s bare chest. “Since you been good to me tonight, and you licked my ass like a champion, I’mma let you jack off now, wit’ my nigga meat inside you. You don’t tell no one, yeah?”
“Okay, I promise. I won’t tell anyone,” Avery said. He grabbed for his cock, which was stiff and straining, already near orgasm even though he hadn’t touched it.
Slim Jay bristled uncomfortably as though Avery’s ass had squeezed around his sensitive cock. It was enormously painful, and the pleasure emanating from his ass was now only a dull ache. Slim Jay had such a huge cock that even soft it felt like he was being fisted.
But as soon as he touched his own dick, climactic energy sprayed throughout him. Avery’s prostate burst into life, and leaned back into Slim Jay’s muscular arms.
“Nasty…”
Cum spurted from Avery’s cock. It sprayed over the floor and Avery’s fingers. Avery felt his asshole squeeze around Slim Jay’s rod, which made his muscles all shudder with post-orgasmic pleasure. Avery writhed in Slim Jay’s well-muscled arms.
When it was at last all over, Slim Jay wasted no time in dropping Avery, who collapsed in a sweaty pile on his own load of cum. He laid there, looking behind himself as Slim Jay stood up. He took ahold of the sheet Avery had been using with his air mattress, then wiped the assjuice off his cock.
He put his dick back in his sweatpants, gathered his cane, then stepped right on Avery’s back as he walked to the door. “Good job, bitch. You wanna take dick for money?” He stopped on Avery’s back.
Straining to speak with so much weight on him, Avery only shook his head.
“Pity,” Slim Jay said. “If you ever decide to do it, lemme know. I could make bank off you. I’ll see you next time, neighbor.”