This is a story I wrote commissioned by user uglyfucker. It features raceplay and ageplay so if that offends you don't read it. For everybody else, please enjoy.

Welcome to America


Sonya Bootyfatos wipes her mouth as she makes her way out of the ICE facility bathrooms. The security guard, James, confidently zips up his pants as he struts out a few seconds after her. James high fives his buddies before making his way to the cage where they’re keeping her son, Jose. James opens the cage where around 60 mexican boys aged 12 - 15 are being kept. Jose is 15, making him older than most of the other boys there, yet he is still the shortest and weakest one in his cage. Jose stands at a lowly 5’2” with a body weight of 90 pounds. Due to his small size and weak body, others have taken it upon themselves to bully him relentlessly during his time in custody. They’ve made fun of his tiny penis in the shower room and taken turns slapping his face as they hold him down. Sonya has seen his bullying from the cage nextdoor, but has been completely powerless to do anything about it. Of course, the racist guards couldn’t care less about some brown savages beating each other. As far as they saw it, it would just make their job easier if there were less of them to guard.

 The white guard points to Jose and shouts “Somebody get that skinny spic to me now!” Jose was sitting in a corner wet and cold by himself. The other boys had spent their day entertaining themselves by pissing on him whenever they had to go. Jose looks up at the guard, who announces to the cage that Jose is being released from the facility. The other boys don’t like this.

“Why does he get to leave but we all have to say?” yells out a rambunctious 13 year old.

The guard shouts back “None of your fucking business. If you speak out of turn again I’ll make sure it’s the last time you speak period, understand me spic?”

The boy learns his place with the guards response, that the white man is in charge. With that, the boys grab Jose by his shirt and drag him to the guard. Jose stands up and hugs his mother, but she pushes him away.

“Lo siento hijo, pero hueles muy mal.” pouts his loving mother. “Ve a lavarte y luego te explicaré lo que está pasando, ¿de acuerdo?”

“Si mama, entiendo” responds Jose looking at the ground in embarrassment.

James grabs Jose by the back of the neck and escorts him to the showers, where he pulls his clothes off, exposing his tiny 3 inch penis. James laughs under his breath as Jose tries to hide his pathetically small manhood.

“Wash up fast and come out” he says as he throws a clean set of white clothes onto the floor.

Jose delightfully washes the piss off of his face and body under the shower with the biggest smile he’s had since before his mom decided to immigrate to the US. He runs the soap all over himself without the slightest care in the world, just happy to be out of his cage, without the slightest thought of where he's going next.

He quickly picks his new clothes up off the floor and throws them on. They aren't much but they're miles better than what he's had for the last few months.

Jose was greeted by James again upon stepping out of the shower room. James says to the kid,  "you may smell better now, but you’re still brown shit, wet back. Now let's get a move on. You’re dumbass mother is waiting on you and I don’t have all day."

James pushes Jose into a room where his mother is waiting for him. She’s wearing a lacy red dress and finishing putting on her black eyeliner. She is not wearing a bra, allowing her nipples to show through the dress.

“Alright kid, listen up and listen closely. I know your greaseball mother doesn’t really speak english so you’re gonna have to explain this to her, got it? So pull those beans out of your ears and pay fucking close attention. I don’t like repeating myself so if there’s any confusion I’m gonna pop you right in the fucking jaw. Any questions so far?”

Jose knows not to speak up and looks at the ground. His mother has no idea what’s going on and keeps finishing up her makeup.

“Your slut mom has pulled some favors with me to work out a deal with my superiors. We got you into an experimental program where you’ll be living with a rich white family in LA. You won’t be a citizen, but we won’t deport you or lock you up as long as you keep to yourself and don’t start any trouble. The family watching you isn’t getting paid and is only doing this out of generosity. I think they’re stupid fucks for agreeing to take care of some border jumpers, but that’s their choice I guess. That being said, you have to show them the utmost respect. I get word of any trouble coming from you, and your ass is going back into the cage, comprende?

Jose gives a slow nod to show the guard he understands.

“Good. Now the family is gonna be here in around 15 minutes. When they get here you’re gonna in their car, and I better not see your ugly brown ass again. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Jose goes to tell his mother what the plan is, and she quickly finishes the last of her makeup and rushes out the gate.

She looks rather beautiful and elegant with the way she’s done her makeup to Jose, but to white men she just looks like a useless brown hole to stick their cocks in. Jose has always appreciated his mother’s beauty, her huge full breasts, round ass, and child-bearing hips, but he’s never had a sexual feeling for her before. Despite this, he is well aware of how other men see her and what they want from her.

A teal blue BMW M850 pulls up in front of the detention center. In the driver’s seat sits Becky Wreckhermuller, a ugly fat while whale of a woman. She steps out to greet her new houseguests. She runs straight to Sonya, eager to finally meet the Mexicans she admires so much. Jose looks in disgust as her obese stomache and cellulite ridden thighs bounce and jiggle with each step. It would be enough to make him lose his lunch, if he had had any that day.

She gives jose a great big hug as she introduces herself, “Hello! You guys must be Sonya and Jose! I’m Becky and I’m so happy to finally meet you. I admire your culture so much and am so grateful for the opportunity to connect with you fine people.” Jose tries to hold in his disgust as she rambles on.

From the passenger seat emerges Becky’s son, Brad. Brad is a chubby 14 year old redneck with neck long black greasy hair. His bloodshot blue eyes are enough to pierce through your soul.  Brad polishes off a can of beer as he makes his way to the people they’ve come so far to see.

Brad stands behind his mother and makes eye contact with Jose, “So this is the shitskin kid I’m supposed to look after? He’s even more of a spic than I imagined he’d be. Goddamn he reminds me of that loser Juan I beat the shit out of last month” Brad says to his mother.

“Brad! What did I say about using that kind of language? Mexicans are just as much of a human being as you are and they deserve respect, do you understand me, young man?” shouts his mother

“Shut the fuck up mom” replies the 14 year old, “Just because you want brownie points with the neighborhood libtards doesn’t mean I have to put up with this illegal piece of shit.”

Becky grabs the beer can from Brad’s hand. “You don't show me enough respect, son. You’re lucky I let you get away with so much crap. You aren’t even allowed to drink this yet I still buy you these beers.”

Brad spits on the floor and stands tall above his mother. “Fine, mom. You win. I’ll treat them with kindness” he says with great difficulty.

“Good, now show Jose to the car while I have a word with his mother”

Brad signals with a head nod for Jose to follow him to the car while Becky walks over to Sonya, who hasn’t been able to follow what’s been going on.

Brad forcefully shoves Jose into the backseat and crawls in to sit next to him to give him a warning, “Listen you bean eating waste of space, I’m not cool with you coming into my house and fucking up my life. I hate wetbacks like you, so I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

Brad punches Jose in the chin, causing him to fall onto his back and hit his head against the door.

Brad gets back into Jose’s face, breathing his foul beer breath directly into his nose, “I already decided before we got here that I was going to beat the shit out of whatever spic we picked up, but now I’ve got a different plan. I’m going to fuck your hot ass latina mommy. I’m going to fuck her good like I fucked all the spic girls at my high school, the ones I raped right in front of their fuck ugly beaner brothers. There was nothing they could do about it or else I’d just call border patrol and get them kicked out, and there’s nothing you can do about it either. I’m gonna make you regret ever even showing your face in my country.” Brad punches him again, in the eye this time.

Meanwhile, Sonya is not understanding a single word coming from the ugly white lady. “I can’t wait to have you over! You can make us all some culturally authentic food! I can invite my friends over and show you off! I can’t wait to see the look on Deborah’s face when she sees how much I’m helping you. They think they’re so much better than me, but did they go out of their way to take care of some helpless refugees? No They Did Not! They’ll all have to kiss the ground I walk on from now on.”

“Hehe, lo siento, no entiendo” murmurs Sonya as Becky rambles on incessantly.

“Oh you poor thing.” responds Becky as she finally realizes Sonya does not speak the language. “How could I be so insensitive? I should have learned Spanish before coming here. I promise I’ll begin taking lessons right away.”

Becky grabs Sonya’s hand and leads her to the car.

“Holy shit! What happened here?” exclaims Becky upon seeing Jose holding his eye with blood dripping down his face.

“The spic tripped over and hit his face on the side of the car. He was lucky I was there to catch him or he would have slammed his head on the concrete, isn’t that right, shithead?”

“Yes, miss. I slipped and your son caught me. I’m very lucky he did.” Jose is a bad liar, but his strong Mexican accent hides the flaws in his voice so Becky doesn’t notice.

“Okay, well thank goodness you’re okay.”

Becky gives her son a pat on the head and tells him, “Thank you for taking care of Jose. I knew you could have respect. Over time you’ll grow to appreciate just how special Mexicans are, dear.”

Sonya gets in the front seat with Becky, while Brad and Jose stay together in the back seat for the 4 hour ride to their new home.

As they drive away, Brad whispers into Jose’s ear, “At least you're smart enough to lie for me. I swear if you had ratted me out to my mom I would have killed you right here. You think I wouldn’t? Those guards wouldn’t give a fuck about me taking out some brown trash, they’d probably thank me for making this country a little cleaner.”

Jose silently sobs in the back seat for the entire car ride, while Brad rubs his cock through his shorts looking at Jose’s fine ass mom. Brad’s 8 inch erect cock is pitching a tent through his blue Nike basketball shorts as he rubs and squeezes the tip.

“Fuck this bitch is fine” he thinks to himself. “This Spic is even hotter than that illegal trash slut I raped last weekend. Damn her rack is so nice, this bitch isn’t even wearing a fucking bra. I bet she sucks cock like a whore, guess I’ll find out what those sexy ass lips feel like around my cock soon enough.”