Date: Sat, 07 Aug 2004 23:51:40 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: chronicles-of-roddick-06

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

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>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?

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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

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