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Cursing his own weakness, Eli clicks the interracial MILF porn and turns the sound all the way up. He pulls down his shorts and takes his shirt off. Puberty had been more of a glancing blow for Eli, and the small tuft of pubes his balls produced were so pathetic he was always sure to keep shaved down there. He liked the way it felt, in any case... and there might as well be something he liked about that part of his body. Like a lot of whiteboys he was extremely self-conscious about his penis size. Unlike most whiteboys, he was absolutely right to be. Whatever hormone imbalance had left him nearly smooth had also gifted him a dick that struggled to stand over two inches erect. It had kept him a virgin despite two different girls spreading their legs for him. His sex life consisted of nothing but frustrated giggling and the taste of pussy.

For reasons of sadism, the same god who'd given him a tiny dick had also given him an intense libido. He jerked off at least a half dozen times most days and could easily cum three times in a row if he wanted. He just wished it wasn't always to this cuck sissy stuff... ever since mom started fucking that asshole

On the screen, a lithe, extremely well endowed black man was slapping his cock back and forth across a pretty, older blonde woman's face. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he slipped it into her greedy pussy. Eli was transfixed as he rubbed his nubbin between thumb and forefinger. He began dirty talking.

"Yo like that don't you shorty. Oh yeah. Hey. Hey. HEY. ELI!"

Eli ripped off the headphones and turned around. Richie was stood in the doorway, tall as a monument and twice as imposing. Next to him, Eli's mom stood, panting a little and blushing, looking like she'd just this minute gotten fucked so hard she caught religion. Eli was in nothing but boxers, his thick semi barely concealed, and Becky wasn't even trying to hide the torn lingerie she was wearing.

Richie smirked at the video on the screen. Becky pretended not to notice. "Put your pants on and come downstairs. Your mother and I need to talk with you. In fact, fuck the pants, nothing worth hiding anyway. Out of that chair, now."

Eli hated the way Richie spoke to him. It was rude and humiliating, but he couldn't stop himself from complying - not even when it would only have taken five seconds to disobey and hide his shame. He wondered if that kind of weakness could be unlearned, or whether he'd always be subordinate to the Richie's of this world.

"You need to get a job"

"I'm still in high school"

"Are you? You haven't been in three weeks. And even if you were, you could get a night job."

"Like what? The economy's busted."

"Actually." Becky chimed in "Richie said he can help you out there."

"Oh? Who's hiring?"

"Me."

"He's for real sweetie, he showed me the wanted ad. Personal Assistant and Personal Space Manager."

"So like a secretary and... what's the other one..?"

"A maid. You'll do them on rotation along with other jobs I find for you. I expect you up tomorrow at 7 sharp."

"I know that's early sweetie, I can make sure your clothes are all laid out neatly. In fact I'll go get some laundry started-"

"Don't. Let the boy." The steel in Richie's voice had Eli climbing the stairs in moments, tears stinging in his eyes.

Now you will...