#dominic thread

If there were someone the king could sympathize with, it was the halflings. The satyr knew first-hand what it felt like to be ridiculed, teased for something you had no control over - the dragonborn thought he was little more than cattle, humans thought he was an abomination and mages saw their horns as something precious for their spell-casting. It was why his kingdom had become a bit of a safe haven for the halflings of the world, those that didn’t quite fit in anywhere, and it was why he found himself heading to the home of a half-elf - one that was rumored to know a vast deal of information.

“Told you he was a pretty young thing,” Dominic spoke, sitting in his pool recliner with his cigar in between his fingertips. Whenever the pool boy would come over to clean his pool, Dominic had made it a habit to sit out and watch the boy, often talking to him. Whenever he did, he would subtly refer to the other as boy, indicating to the male that he was lesser than him, as he had plans to turn the white boy into his own little cock whore, one that craved big black cock and worshipped it for what it was worth. And when his buddy, Cliff, came back from a tour overseas? Well, he knew that this was the time to act. How could his pool boy say no when he had Cliff with him?

“Hey, boy!” Dominic called out, gesturing his pool boy to come closer. “I’ve got a friend I want you to meet.”

With a cigarette of his own wedged between two meaty fingers, Cliff simply watched the pool boy as he used the skimmer on the pool. The muscles he had were nice, that much was certain, but what was truly impressive were his fat ass cheeks that were screaming to be fucked. Oh, how he could imagine his fat cock wedged between them, ruining this boy for white men and their little white dicks. “Name is Cliff... I’m a US Marine that’s come home from tour... Think you can massage my feet for me?” Cliff asked, lifting up his feet - massive, like the rest of him - and wiggled his toes to emphasize his point. “I’d definitely appreciate it, boy.”

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