[Raceplay, Busty Boy]
“Ah, Leafie. You’re here on time. Ready to go down like usual?”
The powerful voice of one of the Cloud Village natives echoed around the black-haired slut, who quietly nodded as the pants wrapped around their thighs quickly grew wet from the sheer arousal that the voice induced in them.
“Of course you are. You and every other Leafie crave us. No wonder you end up drooling the second you see us.” The much larger man laughed as he stepped aside, letting the short whore come inside. “Just remember. If you do a bad job, you’ll be spending the rest of your week here to compensate. You still owe us a pretty penny, Leafie.”
The much shorter and hornier ‘Leafie’ nodded, wiping away the slight bit of drool as they walked into the nightclub. All while leaving a pitiful trail of cum slowly pouring down their leg.
It hadn’t been long since the Shinobi World War came to an end. And peace should’ve been on the horizon. For most it was, because they went back to their ordinary lives. But for this little Leafie, things were a bit different.
Hyuuga Hinata. If you saw her during a normal day, you’d be forgiven for thinking that she was a girl. In fact, most if not every single one of his friends thought as much. Because he was an extremely good crossdresser, preferring to keep his body covered up when he was still on the path to becoming a great ninja.
That all changed during the war. Because some of the Cloud Village Shinobi that were dissatisfied with how the war was going decided to strike out and relieve themselves. And they figured out his secret. Realizing that he was just an incredibly curvy boy that needed somebody to tame him.
And they made sure to tame him. His cries echoed across the land, but nobody realized that they belonged to the beloved Hinata. Because they thought he couldn’t be a slut that loved cock that much. So they just carried on like nothing was wrong.
This continued for months. Even after Hinata managed to worm his way into his beloved Naruto’s heart, that love was nothing compared to what he felt whenever he was with those big black men from the Cloud Village…
Which was why he was here tonight. Just like every other night. His body couldn’t go without having a taste of those manly men…
Every step that Hinata took was enough to make him tremble. For good reason, because his handlers from the Cloud Village had made sure that he got nothing but pleasure throughout his entire life. And it all started with how he dressed.
While he managed to slip into his normal outfit during his day-to-day life, this was the outfit he was most comfortable in. A fishnet wrapped around his torso squeezing into his fat boytits and his plump form, while leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and then a pair of thick pink stockings that reached all the way down to his feet ending in a set of horribly long heels. His posture was so absurd, and yet that was what his handlers preferred.
His face had gotten just as much of a makeover, because he was absolutely caked in makeup. His entire face was colored a bright white that made it seem like a canvas, with several crude cocks painted on. He used a jutsu in his daily life to hide it away, but every time he looked at his reflection, he couldn’t help but cum a little… Or at least, that’s what he would’ve done.
There was one thing that they had done to him to make sure that he would stay nice and obedient. And that concerned his rather large cock. Despite his feminine body, he was gifted with a cock that was about the size of one of his fat thighs. But since a good whore couldn’t use it, his handlers plugged it up. While he could still leak out cum like any good whore, he wouldn’t ever blast off and completely ruin the floor below him.
*SMACK*
“Hey, Leafie! Stop daydreaming, you’ve got customers to service!”
Hinata let out a big moan as his fat spade-tattooed ass started to bounce all over the place after he got smacked. Ah, r-right, he shouldn’t think so much about how he looked or how he had gotten here. He had so many good men to pleasure…
Despite his heels, he was rather fast. But all that it earned him was his assets flopping all over the place. Even the net that he wore wasn’t good enough, because it still let his tits bounce up and down despite how the rope dug into them. If anything, it actually felt fantastic to have the rope burning against his tits…
Many of the customers were staring right at him. Each of them with a tented bulge in their pants. Just looking at all of them was making him drool, he couldn’t possibly handle every single one of them… And yet that’s exactly what his mind craved. Nothing but the fattest black cocks in the Cloud Village would be enough to satisfy him, even if his body gave way before his mind did.
“Hey, Leafie. Over here, I’m the one that called for you.”
Once he finally got to the end of the nightclub, he noticed a single table that had a single patron seated. A big fat black ninja from the Cloud Village. The sheer girth was enough to make him unattractive to most…
But for a spaded slut like Hinata? He was the pinnacle. This was exactly the kind of man that he wanted. The kind of man that would treat him exactly as he deserved.
“Mmmmm, what’ll it be? You can do anything to me, Master…” Hinata drooled as he came closer, climbing onto the table as he pinned his cock between the stuff surface and his plump belly. The plug in his urethra trembling as it struggled to keep everything inside.
The fat black man he now served grinned. “Twerk that Leafie meat for me, slut. Make sure you cum too, I ain’t fucking a slut who doesn’t get off to their own ass clapping.” He gave him a simple command, as he yanked his pants down and started rubbing his equally fat meat.
Just getting a whiff of that delightful rod was enough to melt a bit of Hinata’s brain, the cum leaking out from between the plug and his cock thickening ever so slightly. And without as much as another word, he climbed onto the table and stood up as straight as he could…
Before slapping his own ass and rapidly squatting to twerk those fat cheeks as much as possible. Letting the vibration take hold of him and control him. Nothing else mattered to him except the sheer delight of feeling his body bounce all over the place. Whether it was his cock thrusting back and forth, his tits trying to break free from their prison, or his ass smacking against itself in such a wild and unrestrained fashion.
This was what a slut like him lived for. To entertain others. To degrade himself and lower his own worth. Because he was nothing more than a plain old Leafie. This was what he had to do to earn some form of worth in the eyes of the wider world…
As his poor cock tried desperately to cum, making a total mess of the table below as the cum drooled out from the gaps between his plug and his rod, he barely noticed his fat black master grabbing him by the ass and yanking him onto the table once again.
“Good show, Leafie. Now you better finish the job.” He said, pointing to his torso sized-cock. “That’s the only thing you’re good for anyway. Getting us all riled up, and then cleaning up after your mess.”
Hinata nodded rapidly as he quickly wrapped his fat lips all over that massive member. It was even bigger than the cocks that had broken him months ago, but that just made it all the more exciting. Even as he sank his head down on it and swallowed as much of it as he could, he could feel his lips stretching out slightly so he was servicing more of that meat than what any other slut could do.
It didn’t take long for a slut like him to reach the base of his master’s cock. Nor did it take long for said master to grab him by the head and pull him closer as he let his cum splatter inside his stomach. A fitting meal and reward for a Leafie slut like him.
The fat black man, and several of the other patrons, all laughed at the Leafie that had become little more than one of their sluts. And they knew that even if he returned to his normal life during the day, he’d be back here to play with them again the next night. Because a Leafie like him was hooked.
Just one look at his drooling expression and his painfully hard cock as he popped off his master’s rod was enough to make that clear. Only a real Leafie slut would be this painfully turned on.
And he wasn’t even close to done with his shift. The night was still young, and there were many more slabs of virile black meat to go...