'So the rules are as follows...' Said, Torrid.
Money and Courvoisier were listening to their potential future gang leader speak. Tonight they would be initiated into the Monarchs but only if they completed the initiation task.
While Money was watching the scowl on Torrids face as well as his hand expressions, Courvoisier was admiring the fine fit of his jeans. They seem to be rather tight especially since the other members were 'hanging' as they do behind prison walls, copying the latest hip- hop fad.
Courvoisier leaned over to kiss his 'buddy' that he had known for eight years. They'd went to grammar school at Calumet not knowing anything about one another until they met while participating in a fight that sent three kids to intensive care and landing the two of them in juvenile detention.
Now that the twosome was high school dropouts, they were looking to enlist with the Monarchs, not only to try to be successful hustlers but also to fit in where they belonged. The Monarchs were the only 'down low' gang in town.
Of course, they did not fight like females nor did they look like them. However, all the members were gay, bisexual, or curious. The gang was also very diverse: guys of just about every race were part of it.
The two young men, both only eighteen, were in the closet. They did not find out about each other's curiosities until they played around four years ago while watching some porn. After looking at a couple go at it on screen, they were both masturbating which led to some petting, groping, and eventually kissing. Once they had gotten over the initial shock, they figured out they liked one another a little more than other boys would.
'Courvy...' was his nickname for his good friend,
'Not now ok? How they gonna take us seriously if we're constantly on each other man...back off.'
'Damn Money, we didn't finish what you started and I'm horny as hell dude. If you didn't blow a brotha in the shower than maybe...,' said Courvy, while he tugged at his loose fitting pants.
'Ok well, sorry but we need to be listenin to him ok? I promise I take care of ya' when we get to the spot aight?' Money glanced back at Torrid hoping he did not see his boyfriends attempt to kiss him.
Money aka Jon Vasquez was half Puerto Rican, half-black. His mother unfortunately abandoned him when he was a baby, leaving his grandmother to raise him. He had no idea where his father was, most likely he was in jail. Since she spoiled him rotten, he always had the best of everything. Moreover, when he got in trouble in school, she always covered for him or bailed him out when needed. Once she passed away last year, he was on his own and because he was a hot head, getting a job was not an option. She did leave him a bit of money to live on for the time being but soon that money would run out.
Courvoisier aka Tyrone Danley was also an orphan. His mom left him when he was three and like Jon, did not have a clue where his dad was. Unfortunately, Tyrone did not have anyone to care for him, so he was a product of the state until he ran away with Money at age sixteen. Due to his need to steal, it kept him in juvy most of his life. Now that Money was with him though, he robbed people a lot less, only when necessary. At this point though, Courvy knew that joining the Monarchs would mean he would have to be a perpetual thief once more.
Torrid lit a cigarette while checking out his latest recruits. He had seen them at a 'down low' party in the Humboldt Park neighborhood. After striking up a conversation, he knew he wanted them in his gang especially since both of them were very attractive.
'Um, hey listen Money, Courvy, I really need ya'll to pay attention. The initiation into the Monarchs is serious bizness. If you don't do it just as I ask you to, then you'll have to get in by otha methods, my brothers.' A wicked smile appeared on his face after he put his lighter in his pocket.
As soon as he spoke about the other methods, a collective 'yeah' along with snickering filled their headquarters: Torrids basement.
'Sorry man, go on, we listenin,' Money said as he shook his shoulders.
'Now, I need ya'll to get somethin' from the leader of the Lords. It might be a tough task but as I stated, I need it to be done correctly.' He took a drag off his cigarette blowing a cloud of smoke above his head.
'What's that man?' Courvy said.
'We'll need you to collect some of the fluid from his cock my friends. When you have it in this glass, bring it to me.' Torrid took one last puff and tossed it to the ground.
Money and Courvy stared at each other blankly amid the chuckles that came from the other men. From what Money and Courvy knew, the Lords leader was a hottie but he also was a known murderer. How would they pull this off without being killed?
Although he understood, what Torrid was asking he did not get why that was needed to be in the Monarchs. Gulping hard, Money put his hand on his neck. 'Um look Torrid, why is this necessary to get in man. I mean, I thought you woulda said shoot somebody in the leg or rob the nearest corner sto but damn...'
At that moment, Torrids eyes narrowed while the room filled with oohs and murmurs. How dare this man would question him? Annoyed, he walked right in front of Money pointing his finger directly at his chest.
'Look here cuz, you do whateva I say. The only way you will get in this gang is by doin' what I say when I say it. Unless, ya'll pussies would like to get in the otha way.' He redirected his finger to the gangs' biggest member Bear, a six foot seven hunk of man with a twelve inch between his legs.
'He'll bring you in by forcin' that pole down ya' throat till you vomit. Once that's done, he'll shove it up your ass with no lube or condom! How's about that my brotha?' Torrid said while turning his finger back to Money.
Right then, Money was sweatin' like a pig. Courvy took Money's hand placing it within his own. 'Sorry my man, you gotta excuse my boy, dude neva been involved in a real outfit like dis one. He don't understand the game.'
Raine | 08 Apr 2010
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