Drakes Debt.

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Drake continues verbally berating YK and stroking his length. He inches closer and closer until he's within Penis Slapping distance and proceeds to beat his meat on YK's face until his balls swell and then tighten, sending a surge through his huge shaft.

Drake - "Ohhh, FUCK! Uhh! Uuhhh!! Take it nigga! All! In! Your face! Uhh!"

Drake grunts as he points his fleshy rod in YK's direction. He pumps out thick gobs of hot protein. Cum squirts out and lands across YK's face until it puddles and starts to run down, dripping onto his clothes.

Drake finishes dumping his load in YK's face and jesters to the other four men to close in on him. Drake wipes his dick head and the remaining 1st nut on YK's face then slaps him with his meat again.

Drake - "Ahh yeah! Good boy. I couldn't hold my nut anymore. I had to bust that first one and get it outta the way."

YK wipes semen from his eye lid and spits it from his lips while looking on helplessly and puzzled.

Osiris - "Wait, I thought I just had to suck your dick."

YK asks as Drake's penis remains erect, facing him.

Drake - "Oh you thought that was it? Ha! That was just me busting from beating my dick in your face. You still gotta suck it. Then once I bust my second nut, we can talk about you being done."

YK uses all the energy he has left to make an escape but he trips over his jeans that are down to his knees. He falls to the floor with his exposed naked rear end in the air as the pack of predators close in on their prey.

YK wipes the remainder of Drake's kids from his face and turns over to back away from the group while pleading for mercy. He quickly straightens his pants and gets up to run to the exit only to find it barred. He turns to the guys and backs against the door for one final plea.

Osiris - "Okay look, I know what y'all trying to do to me. But please don't. I ain't never did anything like that and I don't want anyone else doing that to me again. Please Drake, I promise I'll get you the money. I can have it here by tomorrow night. Bro Please, call off your dogs."

Drake stares intensely as he reaches YK in silence. He only places his hand on YK's face and the other on his shoulder. He gleefully slap's him before laughing while keeping eye contact.

Drake - "Aww, Silly rabbit. That wasn't a request."

Drake says as he lowers YK back to his knees. YK begins to weep as he kneels before Drake's enormous bulge again. The others move in to ambush him. They decide not to wait so patiently this time.

Getting their hands wet and sticky from stroking their dicks, they grow more aroused with every string of precum trailing from their fingers. The party circles around YK to slap their hardness in his face again. This time, so hard the pole assault starts to sting his cheeks and lips.

Precum mixes with his tears and saliva as some poke their bulbous tips into his mouth throughout the beef stick beating. Drake falls back into YK's oral gap and strokes. Thrusting so deeply that YK gags and coughs his dick out.

Drake grabs the base of his penis, pokes the tip in and withdraws it over and over. His dick head begins to ooze onto YK's teeth as he squeezes it periodically. After a moment of pistoning in and out, Drake takes his member from the tight, wet confounds of YK's mouth and passes it to Mike for him to enjoy.

Drake - "Sharing is caring my dude. Here, try him out but be careful. It's super wet."

Mike eagerly grabs both sides of YK's head and thrusts his erect manhood down his throat before holding it in place. YK shuts his eyes tight and tries to imagine he's somewhere else and not doing what he's forced to do.

It's no use though. Mike withdraws his inches for a brief moment only to slam them back firmly in the moist sleeve that is YK's throat, bringing him back to reality. Little does he know, Mike has had a thing for him for a while and he's been anxiously waiting to fuck YK's pink lips. YK tries to push Mike back but his grip is too strong to break away from. He throbs in YK's throat making him choke.

Mike - "Yeah, take it. We all gone take turns on that pretty, talented mouth. Somebody getting you throat pregnant. Come on, keep sucking."

Mike commands while making love to YK's mouth. He rhythmically gyrates his hips in YK's face, continuously feeding him dick with each whine. Veins protrude out of YK's forehead and neck as he tries to accommodate such a large foreign object invading his most personal orifice. Mike inches closer to ejaculating where he stands with each second.

Mike - "Fuck man. You weren't bullshitting. It is just like fucking a pussy. I'm bout to nut already."

Mike pulls his dick from YK's mouth and begins masturbating in his face.

Mike - "I'm gonna paint you pretty boy. Get ready for daddy's cream. I'm gonna make you wear my shit home"

Ashton takes YK by the head and sticks his long 11 inch, Mandingo schlong into his mouth. Mike angrily continues stroking himself while Ashton plows YK in the mouth. Mike can't hold the seed bursting from his swollen sack anymore and pumps out a heavy, thick load which lands on YK's face in a goopy fashion as Ashton deeply violates him.

Ashton - I'm not as gentle as Mike and the others. I'm gonna wear that throat out lil bro. Come here."

Ashton says while he thrusts himself inside until his balls rest on YK's chin. He starts to fuck the back of YK's throat with force and aggression. YK's eyes roll back in his head again as he starts to faint due to the lengthy monster defiling his neck.

Ashton gets so turned on watching the white, hot magma shoot from Mikes erupting volcano that he simultaneously pops in YK's mouth. So deep, that YK is left with no choice but to swallow his bitter DNA.

Emasculated from the ordeal currently playing out, YK's very own dick steadily jumps in his pants from the humiliation of having hot, funky semen pumped down his esophagus. His asshole throbs from the shame of taking multiple men in his mouth. His nipples grow even more sensitive and erect from having his power stripped from him.

Chris now kneels beside YK and helps guide his head along the shaft of Ashton who completely fills his jaw with jizz. YK struggles with the enormous nut that was just deposited into his mouth and traces of cream starts to drip from the corners of his lips.

Chris wipes one side of YK's mouth and with the cum on his finger tips, places them on his percolating anus. In circular motions, Chris slowly inserts two fingers and begins massaging YK's prostate.

Osiris - "Mmm, mmm, hmm, MMM! (Gulp) Fuck! No! Not there! Uhh, not my asshole. Get your fingers out of there, please man! Y'all going too far."

YK muffles out after he finished swallowing Ashton's man sauce. Chris uses his fingers to stretch YK's sphincter and loosen his tight hole. He moans out, loudly this time begging Chris to take it easy on his tender boy pieces.

Fully engorged and ready to burst, Nathan takes his place in front of YK and stuffs his dick in his mouth before immediately making him throat it. He pulls out half way and jerks off. He pulls out and shoves his huge pendulous balls in YK's mouth as he strokes himself and rubs his big, wet dick all over his face.

Placing his tip back in his mouth, Nathan strokes his snake until a thick, funky batch of protein floods YK's mouth.

Nathan - "Yer ready fir me to knock up dat troat (throat)? Me gunna fill it wit me nut. Take dat nut pretty boy!"

Nathan belts out in his native tongue. Balls still bulging and contracting with each euphoric squirt, Nathan's genetic filth slides down YK's throat to rest beside Ashton's warm load.

Chris pounds his dick with force to the erotic assault and reaches his limit. He climaxes all over YK's ripe, tight backside. The warm sensation of another man's baby gravy running down his tight starfish causes his cup to tip over. He can't hold it any longer. His asshole desperately puckers as globs of cum seep inside the tiny entrance. His penis explodes in his underwear, leaving a sticky mess running down his inner thighs.

He cries out and clenches everything but it's too late. His body convulses and releases sexual fluid, drenching the front of his boxers. His tight brown eye winking constantly as his forced orgasm washes over him.