Disclaimer: This is a story. It is pure fiction. I do not know the sexual orientation of either LDB or Fifty cent.-MC WHEELSFiddy was sitting on his bed when the doorbell rang. He quickly got up out of bed. He looked down at himself. As usual, he was butt naked. He always walked around naked in his house (except, of course, when his son came to visit during the summers). He threw on some sweat pants and a wife beater. When he went into the hallway, he could look down and see the front door. When he saw who, it was, Fiddy took the stairs two and three at a time, nearly tripping over his son’s toys. “Damn that boy!” He cursed loudly. He kinda hobbled down the stairs the rest of the way. When he got to the door, the person had turned their back to the door. Before they could turn back around, Fiddy quickly opened the door, grabbed them, and pulled them inside. Strangely enough, the person didn’t struggle much.

Fiddy spun the person to face him. “Man, I wish you’d struggle sometimes, K.” He said. He looked deep into Kelton Kessee’s eyes. Kelton Kessee, A.K.A. LDB, was a member of IMX. The two met backstage, at one of Fiddy’s concerts. “And get myself hurt,” LDB said. “That ain’t happenin’.” Kelton looked up and saw the dejected look on his boyfriend’s face, So, he pretended to struggle and try to get away. This perked Fiddy right up. He used all his strength and lifted Kelton over his shoulders. He carried him to the living room and slammed him onto the couch. Kelton bounced off the couch and hit the floor hard. “Oh shit!” Fiddy exclaimed, as he rushed to his boyfriend’s side. “Are you alright?” Kelton was pissed and Fiddy knew it. “Are you hurt? I’m real sorry.” “I slammed my foot on the floor when I fell off the couch. It really hurts.” Kelton was lying, of course, but he liked seeing the tender side of Fiddy.

This was a side that no one got to see, with the exception of his son, who Fiddy loved more than life itself. “I’m sorry.” Fiddy said again. He didn’t know what else to say. “How sorry are you?” Kelton asked. Fiddy looked at him confused. “Very sorry.” He said once more. “Kiss it and make it better.” Kelton said. “What?” Fiddy asked, not thinking he heard the man correctly. “You heard me,” Kelton repeated. “Kiss it and make it better.” Fiddy gently took Kelton foot into his hand and was about to kiss his sneaker when Kelton said, “Kiss my bare foot.” Fiddy thought that was a strange request, but, he started to unlace Kelton’s sneaker and gently pull it off his foot. Next, He removed Kelton’s sock. Then he planted wet kisses on the front and sides of Kelton foot. “Now, the other one.” Kelton said.

Fiddy looked at Kelton. Kelton had a big smile on his face. “This nigga’s playin’ me!” Fiddy thought. “Oh, it’s like that?” He said. He grabbed Kelton up and carried him upstairs to his bedroom. Then he slammed Kelton onto the bed. Kelton tried to get up cause he knew what was coming. Fiddy caught him before he was able to get out of bed. “Where the fuck you think you goin?” Fiddy growled. He held Kelton down with one hand while he ripped off his shirt with the other. He lay on top of Kelton and furiously kissed his lips. Kelton could smell SeanJohn cologne on Fiddy as he struggled to get up. The smell of that cologne was intoxicating. “Stop, Fiddy! Stop, Curtis!” Kelton moaned.

He tried to struggle, but, because Fiddy was too strong, plus the roughness was turning him on, he couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to get out of Fiddy’s grip. Fiddy started ripping at Kelton’s shirt. In minutes, Kelton’s shirt was in shreds on the bedroom floor. “No!” “You need to stop protestin’ cause you know you like it when Daddy’s rough wit you! So stop frontin’! You know you a fuckin’ freak!” Fiddy said with a menacing snarl. He tore open Kelton’s jeans a roughly pulled them down and off his body. Now all that was left was Kelton’s silk navy blue boxers. Kelton tried desperately to keep them on, but Fiddy had other ideas. He flipped Kelton onto his stomach and grabbed Kelton’s boxers from the back. RRRIIIPPP! Kelton looked back to see Fiddy with a huge grin on his face. In his right hand was the remainder of what WAS Kelton’s boxers. All Fiddy said was, “Oops!” Fiddy pulled down his own sweats. At that moment, Kelton saw an opportunity to roll out.

He tried to slowly slide out of bed. Fiddy saw what Kelton was trying to do. Before he could move an inch, Fiddy slammed his bare hand across Kelton’s right ass cheek. “Owww!” Kelton howled. “Maybe I wasn’t clear the first time. You ain’t goin’ nowhere!” Fiddy said. He ripped off his sweats. He stood butt naked in front of Kelton. Kelton looked back in amazement. “Damn, this thug nigga fine as fuck!” He thought to himself. Fiddy flipped Kelton back onto his back. He straddled Kelton’s chest, being careful not to crush him with all his weight. “Now, suck my dick! And, you betta do a good job, too. Or, else it’s gonna hurt like a mutha fucka!” Kelton looked at Fiddy’s foot long dick. It had a curve with a huge mushroom head. Suddenly, Kelton felt his dick start to stir. Fiddy shoved his dick into Kelton’s mouth. “AAAHHHHKKKK!” Kelton gagged. “Stop fuckin’ around and suck on this dick, nigga!” Fiddy demanded. Kelton began sucking down Fiddy’s monster dick.

“Damn, thing is huge!” He thought to himself. He couldn’t believe that he was able to get it down his throat…With out gagging. A few months ago that would’ve been impossible. Meanwhile Kelton could feel Fiddy’s rough hand caressing his soft, tender nipples. His nipples ached for Fiddy’s rough hands and perked up as Fiddy pinched them hard. Each pinch was harder than the last, sending volts of electricity through Kelton’s body. “Mmmm!” Kelton Moaned. His breathing became more labored and forced. His mind was reeling just from Fiddy’s touch. No one had ever made Kelton feel this good, or this helpless. He was helpless to stop the sweet agony his body felt when Fiddy touched. It was not a gentle touch, to be sure. It was a touch of a thug. A street hustla. A brotha who had been in and out of jail and knew how to touch another man in just the right ways. Kelton’s dick started to get stiff. Fiddy decided to help it along by stroking it with his free hand.

“Oh fuck! Oh damn!” Kelton moaned out loud, his body suddenly twitching. “Keep sucking my dick, nigga!” Fiddy said, his voice deepening. Kelton banged his fists on the bed as his body started convulsing. “What the fuck is goin’ on?” He asked himself. “He ain’t even fucked me yet.” Fiddy smacked Kelton on the ass and said, “Aiight, It’s showtime. Get on your hands and knees like the dog you are.” Kelton did as he was told. Fiddy sat behind Kelton. The next thing Kelton knew, Fiddy was playin’ with his ass. He had stuck his middle finger up Kelton’s ass. “AAAAHH!” Kelton cried out in shock and pain. “It’s gonna hurt worse. when IO fuck you, if I don’t do this.” Fiddy warned. Kelton tried to rub his ass, but Fiddy smacked his hand. “Don’t do that!” “DAMN, MAN! This shit hurts!” Kelton complained. “Stop actin’ like a bitch and take it like a man!” Fiddy taunted. “SHIT!!” Kelton moaned. He grabbed a pillow and forced himself to scream into the pillow, so as not to be heard.

Then he felt Fiddy force in another finger. “Oww! He could feel his asshole widening with each finger. He wondered if his ass would ever be the same again. At this point, he didn’t know. As Fiddy worked his fingers up Kelton’s hole, he started smacking Kelton’s ass. “And who wouldn’t smack this ass? As round and firm as it is, it deserves to be spanked!” Fiddy thought to himself. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Fiddy lay into him like Kelton was his son and he had misbehaved. By the time Fiddy was done, Kelton’s ass was several shades darker and precum dripped from his dick. Fiddy saw the precum under Kelton and said, “Oh, so you like to get smacked on this ass? Remind me to do that more often.” “FUCK!” Kelton cried out. He reached down and was about to stroke his dick when Fiddy smacked his hand away. “I said “no”.” Fiddy said. Kelton saw Fiddy reach over and grab a belt on the floor. “Please don’t hit me with that.” He whimpered.

He ignored Kelton and said, “Give me your hands.” Kelton gave him his hands and closed his eyes, waiting for the whoopin’ to begin. Instead, Fiddy tied Kelton’s hands behind his back with the belt. “Now, I ain’t gonna have no more trouble outta you.” He stood on his knees behind Kelton. He stroked his dick one last time and rammed up Kelton’s ass. “OH MY GOD!” Kelton howled. The entry nearly knocked the wind out of Kelton. Fiddy didn’t even give him a chance to recover before he began fucking him with a vengeance. “LORD! JESUS! TAKE IT OUT!” Kelton could feel every inch of Fiddy massive dick as it snaked it way through Kelton’s lower intestines. Instantly he felt fuller than he ever though he could feel. Fiddy rode his ass like a jockey rides a horse! “FUCCCKKK!” Sweat glistened off of both men. The smell rough man-on-man sex was definitely in the air. Pretty soon the two men worked out a rhythm. As Fiddy pushed his dick up in Kelton, Kelton would push his ass on Fiddy’s dick.

They were now fucking at an amazing pace. Without exiting Kelton’s ass, Fiddy was able to turn him onto his back. He put Kelton’s legs on his shoulders. Fiddy could see the lust that was building in Kelton’s eyes. He drove his dick deep into Kelton once more. Fiddy positioned himself so he could do push-ups in and out of Kelton’s ass. “HOT DAMN!” Kelton cried out, his body tingling. “FUCK ME! Show me what you got!” Fiddy sensed that he was being challenged. “You’re in for it now, son.” He said. Hew quickened his pace ten fold. “HARDER MOTHA FUCKKA! HARDER! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!” The sweat truly poured as each man’s skin glistened an shined in the light. The sheets and bed linen were soaked at they bore witness to the sex that was being had in that room, on that day. “I THOUGHT YOU WAS THE SHIT? I AIN’T SEEN SHIT!” Without warning, Fiddy switched positions again. This time, Kelton was sitting directly on the dick. Fiddy bounced him up and down on his dick.

Kelton was totally blown. His body was being worked over good in this position. His eyes went to the back of his head. “Yea, nigga! What was that you was talkin?” Fiddy taunted. “”What was all that shit you was talkin a few minutes ago?” “DAMNN! MY ASSS! FUCK!” Kelton moaned. Kelton’s ass was being stretched beyond its limits. “Shut the fuck up! You the motha fuccka who acted lime he wasn’t gettin’ fucked down right. I’m just giving you what you wanted.” Fiddy said with a wicked smile. “Now, ride this dick, nigga!” Kelton was getting weaker and weaker by the minute. Fiddy was fuckin’ the shit outta him. Kelton now knew what it felt like to be a toilet drain. Fiddy’s dick snaked it’s way in and out of his “pipes”. Kelton could take no more. He took his hand and started furiously stroking his dick. “Yea, stroke that dick!” Fiddy said, as he could feel his own juices flowing and ready to spew. Kelton starts to convulse uncontrollably. Seconds later, his load comes in gushers.

His white creamy baby makin’ juices flow like lava bursting from a volcano. He was able to spew for a good five minutes, or so. As he shoots his last load, Kelton’s body quiets itself. Then, out of nowhere, “I’M CUMMIN!” Fiddy’s growl shook the room as it escaped from his lips. He quickly pulls out off Kelton and stands up. He goes up to Kelton’s chest and straddles him. He points his dick in Kelton’s direction. “What the…” He began. Just then, Fiddy let his load go in Kelton’s open mouth. “Now swallow it.” Fiddy said. “Don’t spill a drop.” Kelton nearly choked on Fiddy’s load. He swallowed every drop, though. He was exhausted. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Fiddy said. He tried to pick Kelton up. “Oww!” Kelton moaned softly. Kelton was too sore to be moved. Fiddy got another idea. “I’ll be right back.” Fiddy said. He went into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a bucket full of water, a bath sponge, towels and some extra clothes Kelton had left over there.

“What’s that for?” Kelton asked. “I’m gonna clean you up.” Fiddy said. He soaped up the sponge and gently began washing Kelton up.