Chronicles of Roddick

By Backlash29

Published on Aug 8, 2004

Gay

The Chronicles of Roddick

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Andy Roddick's sexuality, nor that of any other celebrity mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

THE CHRONICLES OF RODDICK, Part 6

by Backlash29


From a recent mail I got from a fan:

I think Andy needs to get some more black dick up his fine little ass. And get humiliated like the racist white little whore he is. How about Usher makes Andy call him a N----- while taking his creamy black load?


Usher pondered the tantalizing proposition that lay before him. More accurately, he surveyed the prostrate form of Andy Roddick, naked on Usher's hotel bed, subservient and still, waiting for Usher's instruction on how exactly he planned to use Andy for his own pleasure.

"I'm gonne use up this hot little hole," he mumbled, to no one in particular. Hearing his wishes, Andy groaned softly. "And maybe call up a few friends to help me. You want that, boy?"

"Oh baby, yes Usher," Andy moaned. This wasn't his first time giving himself to Usher for his pleasure, but it was the first time in a while. Andy recalled with great excitement how forcefully and decidedly Usher had used him before. In a secluded cabin an hour outside L.A., over the course of a week-end, Usher had made him his personal bitch. After the first hour or so, very little was said; Andy had learned his place in the company of this solemn master, and for the rest of the week-end, Andy's holes were used and abused by Usher and his two sexy bodyguards, repeatedly fucked and filled, pissed on and penetrated, until by Sunday night he was nothing but a grimy, piss-coated container for fifteen loads of all their cum.

Usher recalled that week-end, too. Andy had been a real good bitch, a pliant fuck-toy he could do anything he wanted with. There had been other celebrities Usher had taken to that cabin--Ryan Phillippe, Devon Sawa, David Gallagher, Hayden Christensen, Jesse Bradford, and Chad Michael Murray, to name but a few--but none had pleased him quite as much as Andy had, with his tough-yet-tender good looks, his athletic build and boyish charm, his dutiful can-do attitude about worshipping Usher's long black cock and focusing utterly on serving it, making it explode with cum over and over, using every part of his body to give Usher the most extreme pleasures he had ever known. But Usher had other ideas this time around.

In this position, Andy looked fantastic to him--his strong bronzed frame, his muscular back, his handsome profile, his perfect lily-white ass raised to high heaven, twitching. This was one hot boy-bitch who loved getting fucked. "Tell me I'm your big black stud, white boy," Usher mused, eyeing his beautiful prey.

"Oh yeah man, you are...you are an amazing big stud, man...I can't wait to feel you fucking my hot hole."

Usher reached forward, placing his big hand over the crack in Andy's ass cheeks, resting his thumb on the small of Andy's back and inserting first one, then two digits into the whore's crack and hole. Not surprisingly, there was already some familiar stickiness inside. This slut had been fucked a few times already, probably by Ben or one of his other regular johns, before showing up at Usher's room.

"Tell me how bad your white ass wants it from a hot black dude like me," he said.

"Oh god man, I love black dick so much...I want it so bad," Andy moaned in reply.

"You like black cock, slut?"

"I love it. I need black cock, man. It's what I live for."

"And why is that, white boy," Usher asked musingly, his fingers still working Andy's sticky hole.

Andy didn't have a response, so he merely moaned. His cock was ready to explode from the teasing that Usher's fingers were giving him. Why did he crave Usher's big black cock inside him? Why, indeed?

Usher asked, "You a racist, boy? You feel demeaned taking black cock?" Andy pondered this, panting.

In a soft voice, Usher continued. "Call me a nigger," he commanded. Andy hesitated. "Do it! Now, cunt!"

Andy felt the fingers pull out of his ass. "Nigger," he squeaked, almost too shy to utter the shameful word.

Hearing the word, Usher laid a loud, stinging swat on Andy's upturned, ready-to-fuck ass. The sudden loud sound of black flesh on white flesh echoed in the room. Andy squealed with pain and surprise.

Usher pulled his hand back, poised to re-strike. "Again," he said evenly.

Choking back a shocked sob, Andy's mind raced as he repeated: "Nigger."

Another swat. "Louder!"

"Nigger!"

Another swat. "I said louder, little cunt! I wanna hear this trashy white pussy-boy call me nasty names!"

"NIGGER!! SIR!"

Another swat. "Say I'm your nigger top man. Say it now."

"You're my nigger top man, Usher. Oh god..."

Another swat. "Say you want my big nigger cock in your sorry little lily-white ass."

Andy was crying openly. Usher was famously strong, and the pain of each spanking was intense. "Please man! I want your big nigger cock in my hot, slutty, white cum hole!" He choked on the last few words, feeling both repulsion and overwhelming sexual arousal. He felt worthless, unclean, and ready to be used and discarded.

Another swat. "In your pretty white ass..."

"In my pretty white ass, man! Oh, please...!" Andy sobbed. He craved being spanked harder and filled with Usher's cock.

Another swat. "Say you want me to fuck you and get filled with my nigger cum."

"Fuck me sir! Fill me up with all your nigger cum!"

Another swat. "All those hot little nigger babies."

That did it--Andy lost it. He broke down in a state of pure seuxal surrender and power-bottom desire.

"Oh yes, oh god yes man! I want your nigger babies inside me! Please sir! Fuck me hard, oh give me your big nigger cock, Usher...fuck me and fill me up with all your hot nigger cum! I need it so badly, man...oh please, do it...fuck me...I need your big cock and your sweet cum inside my sweet, pretty little white ass..."

Andy waited for the next swat, but it didn't arrive. His ass was stinging so badly, he wouldn't have felt it anyway. Appeased, Usher backed off from his spanking position, and pointed his huge black tool at Andy's glowing red butt cheeks, sticking it down the crack between them and easily finding his cummy little cunt.

As the huge prick sunk in, Andy let out an inhuman wail of pure ecstacy. After all that waiting, he longed to be filled with his hot black friend's enormous bone, and now he got his wish. Usher fucked him masterfully, with all the pent-up rage of a true sexual adonis. The humiliation Andy felt at being forced to say the racist words only made the fucking he got now more effective. He wasn't Andy Roddick, not any more. He was a slut, through and through. He was a worthless piece of white trash Florida cumdump shit, and he deserved to be fucked and raped by the biggest, juiciest cum-spewing black cocks he could find.

Usher fucked him for a couple hours this way, relentlessly, without stopping or changing positions. Andy remained on his knees, with Usher on top of him, riding his hole hard from behind. Like that week-end at the cabin, each time Usher sprayed a load of delicious cum into Andy's fuck hole, his cock stayed hard and he just kept sliding it in and out. The sperm in Andy's ass plunged out constantly around the pistoning dick, tenderizing his white ass-meat and lubricating him for the ongoing assault. Andy just groaned and drooled.

After four orgasms, Usher finally rolled off and lay beside Andy on the hotel bed. "Don't move, cunt. I'm just resting." He took a five-minute breather, and then he was up behind Andy again, forcing his huge cock back into Andy's spooge-filled hole. This time, Andy heard another activity, and he realized Usher had grabbed the hotel room's cordless desk phone and was dialing someone's number.

"Hey, it's me," Usher said into the receiver. "Yeah, he's here. I'm using him right now. Come over."

About twenty minutes later, just as Andy felt he was about to lose consciousness from the steady rape of his white cum-hole, the hotel room door opened, and the rapper Nelly entered, followed by supermodel Tyson Beckford. Andy wouldn't have figured this crowd would know each other, but he was aroused by the fact that they did. Three totally different specimens of black male beauty, all there to use him like the fucking worthless white whore that he was. He couldn't wait to get started.

Nelly moved in front of him, wearing an oversized nylon sports jersey and tight black shorts. When he pulled the shorts down, a lively thick ten-inch black boner sprung to attention, right before Andy's face. Knowing his place, Andy shut his eyes and slowly inhaled the big cock into his throat, slurping and sucking it up and down, occasionally opening his doe eyes to look up at Nelly's face, his trademark band-aid and famous sneer as he aggressively fed Andy his cock and juices, face-fucking the white slut's handsome features, running his fat rapper cock in and out.

Meanwhile, Tyson undressed more carefully, setting his fashionable clothes aside in a folded-up stack on the dresser before moving toward Andy's body at the other end. Usher had been in the throes of an intense cumming when the men walked in, so he was now ready to pull his sperm-coated cock out of Andy's asshole and make room for Tyson to get in. Tyson fingered the cum that squirted out of Andy's hole and rubbed it all around the white boy's crack. Then, he used some of it to lube his own eleven-inch hard-in, which he pushed into Andy's impossibly wide slut-tunnel, and started pumping it in and out.

Andy was lost in ecstasy, two new strapping black studs using his holes at either end. His mind raced with the realization that the three of them could probably keep his mouth and asshole busy all night, and into the morning. And that was only if they didn't have any other friends they wanted to invite over to the hotel.

His premonition proved true. Tyson came in his ass, Nelly made him choke down a load in front, and as soon as the two men traded places and Andy was starting to suck Tyson's ebony monster back to attention, he heard Nelly dialing the phone again, just as Usher had done, the whole time fucking in and out of Andy's horny ass.

"I got my big black bone buried inside some sweet Andy Roddick pussy, yo," Nelly said into the phone. "He got one big black cock inside his pussy-hole and another long hot nigga fuck stick in his mouth hole, and says he's up for more. You boyz game?"

And so it was that three more men showed up, all black rapper friends of Nelly's that Andy didn't recognize. All were young like Nelly and had great bodies, stacked and tight, with big black cocks swinging between their steely legs. Andy rolled onto his back to start taking them, and over the course of the next several hours, they gang-banged Andy (who had already been delirious from taking six loads of Usher's fucking), mercilessly fucking and fucking his gaping twat and filling him over and over again with gallons of hot sperm. Andy's favorite of the six men turned out to be one of Nelly's friends, a sexy six-and-a-half-foot tall stud with broad shoulders, shaved head covered by a handkerchief, and an immense fifteen-inch tool that re-shaped Andy's ass with every powerful thrust he made in and out.

For most of the fucking, Usher sat in a nearby chair, observing the proceedings and lazily stroking his own foot-long cock. A few times during the night he joined them, sticking his dick into Andy and adding his load to the piles of sperm that had gathered already in the white cunt's bottomless hole. Then he returned to his seat, content to let his younger black brothers have their way with their slutty prey.

Toward the end of things, as sunrise was just beginning to crack through the curtains of the hotel room, Andy was back in his favorite position, on his knees on the bed, getting banged hard doggy-style from Nelly, while Tyson was rapidly approaching climax yet again at Andy's face. Nelly's three friends had departed, having cum in Andy's ass a total of eleven times. Now, Usher was ready for the party to be over, so he coached the copulating threesome from his bedside chair, telling Tyson and Nelly to cum as hard as they could inside Andy's holes at either end, and commanding Andy to beg for their huge black cocks and cumloads for all he was worth, to crave those last deliveries of sperm like his life depended on them.

He didn't have to tell Andy twice. By this time, after hours of fucking, Andy was a depraved bitch in heat. He jerked wildly on Tyson's cock as he sucked it, only pulling off when he knew the stud was going to blow. "Oh god yes, I want your sperm..." he moaned as Tyson's eleven inches erupted.

"Nigger sperm," Usher corrected the slut sternly from his nearby perch. "Tell us you want nigger sperm."

"Oh yes, yum-mm, nigger sperm...oh baby yes, give me more...I love your hot nigger cock-sauce, I want to eat it and feel it up in my hole...shoot it all, oh yes yum-m-mmm..." He used Tyson's hard spurting black cock to apply cum all over his face. Seconds later, he felt more of the precious liquid escape into his ass.

"Oh god yessir, cum in me..." Andy cried out. "I want hot nigger sperm in both ends of me. I want more and more hot black dick and cum. It feels good, it tastes so-o-o good...please, give me more...it's so good..."

Nelly kept on railing and nailing his fat nine-inch log in and out of Andy's male pussy, finally screaming as he unloaded his hot rapper jism into the white slut's hungry hole. The gooey chowder streamed from his fat dickhead, filling Andy's sperm channel to capacity until the battering ram of Nelly's penis plunged it out in all directions, making it run in pools all around his tan, hard, hairless ass globes.

While this was happening, Tyson stuffed the whole log of his enormous cock back into Andy's mouth. The whore dutifully ate it down, his face already covered in Tyson's hot cum, and as he sucked, his lips and tongue coaxed the last delicious drops along the shoot tube inside the black stud's long shaft. For over a minute, Andy relaxed his gag reflex, shortened his breathing, and focused utterly on receiving all the cum he could at both ends of his body. While Nelly plastered his asshole with blistering spurts of warm goodness, Tyson delivered the same recipe directly down Andy's throat and into his stomach.

Like the cock-crazed slut that he is, Andy patiently and valiantly strove to drain both men of their black male essence, to give them the ultimate pleasure fully and for as long as possible, letting them use him until they could shoot no more.

As they were resting, a knock came at the door, and soon Nelly was letting in five more hot rapper friends. "You made it just in time, niggas," Nelly greeted them, still breathless. "This white slut needs more cock than I've ever seen. His fine white ass is full of our hot nigga jizz, but this whore is just begging for more."

"S'at right, nigga," said the first one in the door, a strapping ebony hunk with a sahved head and a serious expression. He strutted jauntily over to Andy, reached his fingers partly into the slut's leaking crack and then bringing the fresh cum to his face, sniffing it first and then licking it a few times gingerly from his fingertips. "Dam, tha's some fine sauce, Nelly. I gotta add my own black baby sauce in this bitch's hole."

With one yank, he undid his baggy pants and they fell around his ankles, and one second later Andy felt his hole getting stuffed full of hard black sausage once again. Bleary-eyed, he looked up at Tyson, who had withdrawn his spent monster cock from Andy's lips but was still using it to spread the cum he'd shot all around the tennis star's handsome features. Usher sat quietly nearby, watching the scene and gently stroking his own king cock.

"Goody pussy-boy," Usher purred to him. "You just lie there are take these boys' dicks. Let these hot black masters fuck you all the way to heaven." Behind Usher, Andy could make out the others studs who had arrived and were starting to get undressed. As the layers peeled away and the torsos were exposed, Andy noticed with delight, each hunk was blacker and better-built than the one before him.

Andy whimpered in response, excited to the point of delirium by the prospect of these hot black men using him for their pleasure, indefinitely, many times over, long into the night. He might not leave this room all week-end, he realized, and he didn't care. All he wanted was to be filled and used, over and over. He craved these men. He craved their cocks inside him, their steaming black junk sprayed all over his insides. He had been humiliated, demeaned, forced to use language he'd never heard from himself before. They had all power over him, and until they had satisfied every one of their huge black cocks inside him, he would be their hot white celebrity nigger-loving pussy-boy cum-gobbling slave.

TO BE CONTINUED


What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com

My other stories are listed in the "Authors" section under Backlash29.

Next: Chapter 7


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