The BGB Diaries

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Max Million (McClary Kent)

“Don’t cum in my face; please don’t cum in my face,” That’s the thought that pumped through my brain like a piston as I saw the sweaty muscle-bound nigga that had spent the last 15 minutes pounding my ass stroking his shiny black cock. With an animal like groan his climax gushed forward and struck me full blast in my goddamn face and chest!!! I wanted to scream; I wanted to throw up! Most of all I wanted to jump on him and beat his trifling black ass for not aiming at the floor or at least hitting my leg or stomach if he had to cum on me.

As soon as the director yelled cut, I raced to the bathroom where I puked up the donut and Cinnamon Toast Crunch I ate for breakfast. I hated this shit. This was not the life I ran away from home for.

Shit, I could have stayed home and had some brollic assed nigga fuck me and nut in my face. My step bother did that shit from the time I was nine, until a few months ago, when I ran away at 16. The only difference here is nobody beats my ass and I get paid.

The mother fuckers who produce these movies know I’m a minor. How many times can somebody forget to bring his ID card to work in six months? They don’t give a shit, and I don’t either long as I get paid. That’s a lie. I hate this shit and regret it more and more each day.

The warm water felt good on my face. I scrubbed maniacally to remove the nasty white residue.

“Want a bump?” asked Cedric the set director when he entered the bathroom.

“No thanks.” I declined. I was disgusted all over again. He packed his nose right in front of me. I didn’t know how true it was, but rumor around the set was that old boy had AIDS. He damn sure looked the part if he didn’t. He was all pale and gaunt. His hair was coming out and he piled on foundation that only made his skin look chalkier. I hated to even look at him. He was nice though, for a white guy. I just couldn’t get with that snorting shit. I guess the fact that I’d seen my mom do that shit all my life put me out with it. I never did drugs, not even weed.

“Your loss sweetie.” He said as he got ready to do another round. Damn, I needed to get out of that bathroom. “You know Kylo really liked what you and Bison did today, he wants to produce a whole series of scenes with the two of you.”

“Wow.” I said trying hard and failing to hide my repulsion.

“Honey be happy; you’re going to be making mad money. Trust me if the rest of your scenes are as hot as the one you just filmed; you’re going to make a lot of money. Only a few models at BGB have had a featured video series.”

I thought that it was a crock of shit that we were referred to as models. We were a bunch of whore ass niggas licking and sticking each other on camera for money. Fuck this shit! I wanted to be a movie star, not a porn star.

I started to tell Cedric I had no intention of ever fucking Bison or any other nigga that wasn’t my boyfriend again, but his ass was sitting on the nasty damn bathroom floor, his eyes were glazed over. The cracker was way over the fucken rainbow. He was even drooling. The hell with this. I made up my mind;Once I got my money, I was never stepping foot inside BGB Studios.

Raul (Jamonte Cruz)

“Oh my God; look at that body.” The handsome dark-skinned man practically salivated at the sight of the young, lean naked specimen before him. “Nice ass, and a nice thick dick; do you have any idea what your size is?”

The boy shrugged “Never measured.” He said shyly.

“We’ll that’s got to be done; you say you’re a top then it’s a must that we know your dick size. I hope it’s as long as it is thick.” He foraged through his desk drawer for a ruler. ”Goddamn it!” he shrieked in frustration when he couldn’t find one. “We’ll measure later for now make your dick hard_”

“Sir?” the boy asked

“Stroke your dick and get it hard, I want to see what you’re toting.”

For the first time since he filled out the online application and submitted a nude picture of himself, Jamonte Cruz started to have second thoughts about going into the porn business. Now was the perfect time for him to say,“Mr. Cross; thanks, but no thanks, I’ll find another way to help pay for my grandmother’s medical care.”But the reality was his 18-year –old functioning illiterate ass was not going to find a job that would allow him to adequately provide for him and his son and take care of his sick grandmother. He calmed the butterflies dancing in his stomach and stroked his dick to its full ten inches. The length and the girth had Kylo Cross seeing dollar signs. God had blessed him with a sexy Blatino kid with a tight body and a nice big sturdy cock.

“Young man; you are going to be a big star if you can fuck as good as you look. You are perfect for our Footie Fuckers series.”

“Footie Fuckers?”

“The rage in gay black porn is sexy slender built boys wearing only footie socks; We haven’t had a real big Footie fucker star since Creame Royale left the business a couple of years ago.”

Two years and the name still burned in Kylo Cross’s mouth. Royale Creamer or Creame Royale as he was known at BGB was Kylo’s biggest star after Tank Thrasher killed himself. The thought of the millions Kylo could have made if he still had the popular model kept him awake at night; that and the ongoing plot for revenge. “Put your clothes on young man, we have some serious matters to cover, the first being what to call you.”

“My name is Jamonte”

“Stupid Fuck” thought Kylo “In this business one does not use his real name, besides, you have very distinct black and Latin features, we need to name you something more exotic and less, (Ghettoas shit)African American. “You remind me of a boy I once courted in Brazil, his name was Raul; he was so damn sexy.” Quickly the image of Raul’s half missing face flashed before Kylo’s eyes. He had to grit his teeth, hard to thwart the violent shaking spells that usually followed the flashbacks. Vomit teased his throat.

“Mr. Cross; are you Ok?” asked Jamonte, now Raul.

“Yes.” Lied Kylo wiping away the outbreak of sweat on his forehead. “Now come, Raul, we have a lot of things to go over.”

Tyson King

Tyson King did not know what was going on. As soon as he got to work the principal, Mr. Shooke told him to come to his office, and a sub would be teaching his class for the day.

“Sit down, Mr. King.” Said Mr. Shooke in a more authoritative tone than Tyson was used to out of him.

“Mr. Shooke; what’s going on?” asked Tyson.

“Funny”, Shooke’s eyebrow rose. “I was about to ask you the same thing. What the hell is going on Tyson; my office has been flooded with calls about a video of you that’s on the internet.”

Tyson felt his throat tighten, His one fuck up in life was finally coming back to haunt him. The brutal, bloody ass pounding he took on camera five years ago to get himself a car his freshman year of college was now coming to light a year and a half into his professional career.

“Mr. Shooke, I’m not going to lie; a few years ago, I really needed some money and I made the idiotic decision of performing in a pornographic film, I only did that one scene.”

“One scene, five years ago; you and I both know that that’s a load of horse shit Tyson.”

“Mr. Shooke I swear___________”

“You mean to tell me that you don’t know that there are over 38 sex scenes uploaded online of you and some guy; the most recent posted at 3:00 a.m.”

“Mr. Shooke, I swear to God there must be a mistake.” Tyson was nearly in tears. Who on earth could have made such accusations, and since they were obviously false, he had unnecessarily disclosed the truth about the one sex scene he had did.

“Mistake; after the fifth parent contacted me this morning I checked out that website; now I’m as straight as a board, so you can only imagine how uncomfortable I was to see a star math teacher getting fucked doggie style by some thug in a skull cap, while Prince’s song Pussy Control played over and over” Mr. Shooke pounded his desk with his fist. “Goddamn it I loved that song; my wife stripped to it on our wedding night and every year on our honeymoon, but you have forever ruined that song for me!”

Tyson didn’t hear shit Mr. Shooke said past the description of the sexcapade him and Royale had had the night before. How the fuck did it get online?Don’t be fucken stupid Tyson; you know goddamn well how.

“Mr. King! Mr. King!” Tyson snapped back into focus on Mr. Shooke. “Mr. King, effective immediately, you need to resign, before this becomes a full -blown scandal.”

The tears were staining Tyson’s mint colored shirt and matching tie. He had worked so hard to become a respected teacher, and now that was snatched away from him by the person he’d shared his life with for the past two years.

“Ok.” Said Tyson completely defeated “I know this might be a bit much to ask, but can I at least say goodbye to my students.”

“I have to protect these students, that’s why I’d appreciate it if you’d go ahead and leave while everyone is in class that should lessen your chance of running in to one of them on your way out; I’ll have security escort you out of the building.”

“I am not a goddamn child molester!” hissed Tyson. “Dude fuck you and this school.” Tyson gathered his backpack and stormed out of Mr. Shooke’s office. It wasn’t until he’d made it home that he finally released the scream that had built up inside of him.

Karomale (Carmello)

I don’t give a shit what mother fuckers think about me. I own the fact that I am a faggot. I also own the fact that I am a boss bitch. That’s right the fabulous Karomale, born Carmello, (No last name because I am a star) is a mother fucken boss bitch.

Some bitches think that they are the shit; I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am what niggas want to see and who niggas want to be with. I am a petite five foot five 102 pounds, nice caramel colored skin and an ass that makes most real bitches envious. As if I wasn’t pretty enough, I recently dyed my hair blonde, something Chris Brown couldn’t pull off but the Boss Bitch Karomale made it hella sexy.

My twitter and Instagram stay flooded with admirers who love the way I milk a dick. I am the most popular and highest paid bottom at BGB because I’m not the bitch that’s gonna whine and whimper about how it hurts or it’s too big; fuck that shit, it’s so fucken 90s gay porn. I’m the bitch that’s gonna urge a nigga to go deeper, fuck me harder and make my pretty ass shake. I love dick, especially those thick assed jungle snakes. I haven’t met a one that I couldn’t tame yet, so I knew that this new cat had better been prepared.

I went into the green room, to size him up (No pun intended), to make sure he understood that he might be a top, but I was the bitch running the show. I had to admit, old boy was sexy as shit. My mussy was already starting to get hot.

“Hi sweetness,” I said turning on the old Carmello charm. “I’m Karomale, Cedric told me we’re going to be playing together today.”

“Yea, hi, I’m Jamonte, I mean Raul”

“Well, which is it, baby?”

“My real name is Jamonte, but my porn name is Raul.”

“Raul actually suits you; what are you part Puerto Rican.”

“Probably, but I’m not sure, I never knew who my father was.”

“Well sweetie are we going to be using rubbers or raw dogging?”

“I don’t know; I don’t like using them, but we don’t really know each other___”

“Can you keep it up good with condoms?”

“To be honest; I’ve never worn one, the instructions for putting them on are confusing, I always ended up just ripping one trying to put it on.”

Wow; talk about a stupid mother fucker. God truly looks out for fools and babies, all of old boy’s tests were negative.

“We can go without them, just make sure you let them know when you’re gonna cum.”

“How will I do that?”

Now old boy left himself wide open for a Boss Bitch Karomale read, but he was too fucken cute and sweet so I simply explained, “When you feel it about to happen, you yell out ‘I’m gonna cum’, make sure you do it a few seconds before you start so the camera can catch the whole thing,” then I added “You can cum on my ass, back, stomach or chest, if it’s real good I’ll let you cum in my mouth, but never, never do you cum in my face; understand?”

“Yes; say I’m gonna cum a few seconds before I do it, and cum anywhere but in your face.”

“Very good, now I’ma go take a shower and get ready for you, baby, make sure you shower too; I can’t stand no musty balls when I’m sucking dick.”

I left the green room silently praying that Raul’s fucking ability was greater than his IQ.

“Oh Shit!” I moaned as Raul plowed his enormous dick through my pretty ass. He had my legs spread wide as shit as he laid the mother fucken pipe. I didn’t have to tell that nigga to go deeper or fuck me harder. He was up to his balls in my ass and ramming it like he was mad at it. My freaky ass loved every ass quaking thrust. I usually didn’t get hard during these scenes, but his long, thick dick had me rock hard and leaking precum. Twice he had to be reminded to keep his face to the camera, and what a face. Even with the serious ass scowl, he was still a sexy mother fucker.

I could feel his nut approaching, but he was still slamming away in my ass.

“Raul, you’re gonna cum.” I whispered as best I could. Kylo hated to hear anyone giving directions in a video.

“Oh Shit” he said as if just realizing it “I am gonna cum.” He had already busted some inside me but pulled out in time to give a decent money shot. I thought it was over, but old boy actually took some of his freshly shot cum and began jacking my hard dick. In true boss bitch fashion, I started bucking and moaning as if every stroke was sending me to the brink. I nutted like a mother fucking horse; my whole body convulsed as I sprayed. Damn that was some mind -blowing shit. When Cedric yelled,” Cut!” I was still twitching and moaning. Not since Cream Royale had a top made me feel so good. Goddamn Raul.

“That was too fucken hot.” Said Cedric handing Raul a towel.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say I was coming on time.”

“It’s fine, Karomale don’t mind a little cum in his ass every now and then.”

He had that right. I damn didn’t mind, especially when the cum was shot by a fine stud mother fucker like Raul. Old boy had the potential to be BGB’s next big star, and this boss bitch had every intention of riding him all the way to the top.

Royale Creamer (Creame Royal)

Tears stung Royale’s eyes as he waited at the bus station. Two years of the best relationship imaginable had ended because of the shit he was in. Rather than tell Tyson the truth (Which he seriously couldn’t; the less who knew the better), he honored Tyson’s request that he get the fuck out of his life.

Setting up the Royale’s Palace website was a stupid and fucked up thing to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He owed his crazy, drug dealing cousin, Mike, a grip. The worst thing in the world about having a fucked-up secret that one other person knows is that other person can use it to blackmail the hell out of you, which is what Mike had been doing for the past three months.

Many nights he lay in bed thinking how easy his life would be if he’d just kill Mike. He knew he could never do it because he had made the fucked-up mistake of taking a life once, and he could never do it again. The life he’d taken three summers ago had cost him his peace of mind, his dignity, and ultimately, the one thing he cherished the most, his relationship with Tyson.

Turning himself in wasn’t even a safe option, especially now. The sight of the Grey Hound bus was depressing. Royale did not relish the destination that he was headed to.

Two years ago, he swore that he would never return to Elizabeth City North Carolina, and certainly never step foot in BGB Studios. Never say Never.

“MM, MMM, MMM, Creame Royal.” Grinned Kylo Cross from ear to ear. “I’ve had plenty of boys leave over the years, one as recent as three days ago, but you’re the first to actually come back.”

“I ain’t gonna bullshit you, Kylo, I stepped away, tried the relationship thing and the legit nine to five, but it wasn’t the life I wanted.” Lied Royale. “This helps me lead the life I want; I’d much rather make a couple of grand from busting a nut than breaking my back.”

“Smart thinking, but there is the matter of that other website featuring you and a certain one hit BGB wonder.”

“The website has been disabled, besides variety is the spice of life, I’d rather get paid to fuck a lot of dudes than just fuck the same one over and over.”

“Well, I’m willing to welcome you back into the family, but first you’ve gotta suck my dick.” For the first time since the meeting began, Kylo wasn’t smiling, he was dead serious. Royale was in no position to tell him to go fuck himself.

“Right now?” asked Royale

Kylo unfastened his black pinstriped Kenneth Cole slacks and let his long black shiny cock spring forward. “Right now,” he said slouching in his leather chair with his arms resting behind his head.

Royale got down on his knees and took Kylo’s massive pipe in his mouth. Sucking dick was not something Royale did regularly, but he knew that he had to put his heart and his soul into this blow job. This cock sucking was a matter of life or death.

Royale never wanted to enter the house. He’d done a lot of crazy shit with his cousin, Mike over the years, but breaking and entering was the one thing he had never fathomed. Prison had changed Mike. He came out pissed off and unforgiving, especially of Royale, who stupidly threw nearly a twenty-grand worth of drugs over the Chowan River bridge, rather than stashing them in the woods or somewhere safe. Mike made it very clear that Royale owed him, and he wanted his shit quick.

The only place he could remotely think would have that type of cash on hand was Kylo Cross’s suave estate in Elizabeth City. Royale recalled that at one of Kylo’s gentlemen parties the horny toad who’d paid for his services that night mentioned that Kylo kept a shit load of money in a suitcase under his bed.

“Can you imagine that?” Laughed the nasty drunk bastard in between licks of Royale’s asshole; all thefuckenbanks in North Caroline, and the son of a bitch keeps all that shit in a suitcase under the bed.”

Royale knew that on Fridays, Kylo was on the set until way past three in the morning trying to get the movies edited and uploaded by Saturday afternoon. His heart was in his throat as he and Mike managed to break into Kylo’s home. Weird that a man with such lavish taste didn’t think to have a security alarm.

“His bedroom is this way,” whispered Royale “Let’s just get the money and get the fuck out of here.”

“You go get the money.” Instructed Mike. I want to see what else of value old boy got around here.”

“No,” protested Royale. “It’s bad enough we’re taking his money_______

Mike’s hand throttled Royale. Through the dimness of his flashlight, Royale could see the evil that burned in his cousin’s eyes. What had prison done to him?

“Understand me mother fucker, I am running this show, now do as I said, or I’m fucking you up, then I’m going to your boyfriend’s school, kidnap him, and make him my bitch for a few days before I blow his brains out.” Royale had no doubt his cousin meant every word of his threat. “Now go get my fucken money while I find some shit to sell.”

Royale coughed and gagged for several minutes when Mike released the grip on his throat. It was the sound of Royale’s coughing that woke the young boy who slept, unbeknownst to the two intruders, only a fifty feet away on the living room couch. The coughing immediately startled him awake and made him clap his hands flooding the room with light and waking the sleeping TV.

Before the two burglars had a chance to think, the boy, clad only in a jock strap sprang from the couch and went into full out assault mode on Mike and Royale. He managed to get a few good hits in on a startled Royale, but Mike was unfazed by the punches and sprawled the boy across the floor with one punch.

“Come on Mike let’s go.” Said Royale, figuring the boy was out cold.

“Go get my goddamn money.” Raged Mike pulling his Glock from the waist band of his jeans. Royale offered no further protest and went to retrieve the money, hoping that it would end the ordeal.

The boy began to stir, to Mike’s sadistic delight. His dick had gotten hard while watching the boy struggle to regain consciousness. He could have fucked him while he was out cold, but he wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much. Mike drug the boy to his feet and draped his still rubber legged body over the side of the couch. The jock strap provided him easy access to the beautiful brown skinned boy’s nice round ass. The boy released a banshee cry when Mike’s swollen, thick dick head split the tightness of his asshole. Kylo had a big dick, but he’d never been rough with the boy. Mike was slamming in and out of the boy’s ass mercilessly. 

Royale could hear the rape from Kylo’s room. He had found the money under the bed but couldn’t bear to go into the living room and see his cousin, whom he once admired, brutally raping a kid who couldn’t have been a day over 16. Kylo liked them young, and apparently so did his cousin Mike.

After what seemed like an eternity, Royale finally heard his cousin scream “Oh Shit I’m about to bust!” before releasing a guttural bellow that damn near drowned out the boy’s painful screech. Then all was silent except for the boy’s sobbing.

The minute he returned to the living room; Royale was nauseated. Mike the arrogant fuck was actually sitting down smoking a blunt. The boy was still bent down over the sofa arm. The blood running down his legs reminded Royale of the sickening sex scene his lover, Tyson had endured with Tank Thrasher.

“Alright cuz let’s go.” He pleaded.

Mike blew out a cloud of smoke further filling the room with smell of Chocolate Thai. “We’ll leave as soon as you kill this mother fucker”

“Mike come on, we got the money, you got a nut; let’s just get while the getting’s good.”

“Mother fucker didn’t I tell you about that shit!!!” thundered Mike. “I gave you a goddamn mother fucking order now follow it or your ass and his gonna die up in this mother fucker.”

Mike tossed the Glock to Royale as if it were a pack of chewing gum. For a second, Royale thought of taking Mike out; killing him before he had the chance to hurt somebody else. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t kill Mike any more than he could kill that poor boy that was still whimpering and draped across the couch. 

“Shoot him or I’m sending some goons to get your boy; you think I’m playing mother fucker?” Mike pulled out his cell phone to show he meant business. Royale didn’t give him time to dial the number with his eyes closed he pressed the gun to the side of the boy’s face and pulled the trigger. There was a wet pop followed by a loud “Goddamn!” shrieked by Mike.

When Royale opened his eyes, he saw Mike scampering out of the house with the suitcase, and the image that haunted him to this day. Half of the boy’s face was gone. The one eye that remained in tack seemed to be staring at him as if to ask “Why?”

The ringing telephone startled Royale. He pissed his pants as the voice on the answering machine said “Raul, Raul are you awake; It’s me Kylo, I should be there in an hour honey. I’ll bring you some honey vanilla Hagan Daz.”

Finally, able to move his legs, Royale bolted from the house just in time to catch Mike as he was backing out the driveway.

For the next three years, Royale went about his life as if he hadn’t murdered a young man in cold blood. He did odd jobs, earned his GED, moved into an apartment with Tyson and lead a practically normal life. Three months ago, Mike, fresh off another prison stretch called him out of the blue. No formal salutations just “Where the fuck is my money?”

“Mike, I squared you three years ago.”

“You squared me away for the money you fucked around and let get away, but you ain’t gave me shit for keeping my mouth shut mother fucker; you forget I saw you commit murder and you and I both know that once it gets out, you won’t even go to trial because Kylo Cross will have you killed for offing his prime piece of ass.”

“Mike, I ain’t got any money and I can’t get back out there selling drugs or doing porn again.”

“I don’t give a shit what you do; you’ve got three weeks to get some money in my hands or I’m calling the Elizabeth City PD and dropping a dime.”

Left with no choice, Royale set up a website and begun filming he and Tyson’s sexual episodes, which were damn, near freakier than the nastiest flick anybody could imagine.

Goddamn he’d fucked up. He’d lost the man he loved and now here he was sucking the cock of the man whose lover he’d murdered.

Kylo busted in Royale’s mouth filling the back of his throat with salty cream.

“Next time, I’m going to fuck you.” Stated Kylo as casually as “good morning” Royale left Kylo’s office with the assurance that between Kylo, Mike, or the BGB juggernaut dejour, he was going to wind up fucked, and he wasn’t going enjoy either scenario

Kylo Cross (The Boss)

In the summer of 1998, I turned thirty and made the decision that I would finally make money off the one thing I loved the most; watching beautiful young black boys fuck each other. I’d studied film production in college and knew that the fastest way to distribute my work was to utilize the internet; which then was very new to most people. With the help of an old friend of mine from college, Cedric Payne, the white trash queen, I launched BGB. Nearly 20 years and millions of dollars later the site is still up and doing well and BGB has branched off into the world of feature DVD and Blue Rays, monthly pay per views, and gentlemen’s parties. Yes, business is indeed booming.

If things couldn’t get any better, Creame Royale, the versatile heart throb came crawling back after two years. I needed him back working for BGB as much as I need air in my lungs, but he will never know. Besides it’s more fun making him “earn” his spot back.

He stepped out of my bathroom wearing only a towel. Beads of moisture glistened on his well sculpted body. Lord have mercy, if I had died right then and there, I would have been content having that as my last image on earth. My dick started to make a tent out of my chocolate brown satin top sheet. I was going to fuck Creame Royale, and enjoy every hot, nasty minute of it. This episode, unbeknownst to him was being filmed, but it was for my eyes only. He let the towel fall to the floor. His dick wasn’t fully hard yet and still it had length and girth. None of that mattered at the moment though, because I wanted that nice tight, bubble ass.

“Boy come and get this dick.” I said flinging back the sheets giving him a full view of my mighty rod. He made his way onto the bed and began sucking my dick even better than he had the day I hired him back. I see now why all the tops and bottoms at BGB were thrilled he was back; Royale had some skills. He was the first nigga I met who could take all my dick in his mouth and not so much as gag.

When my dick was so fucken hard a damn lion couldn’t have left a scratch mark on it, he looked at me while holding it and asked, “Do you think a cat your age can really fuck me like I’m used to being fucked?” Arrogant mother fucker, them’s fighting words! In a matter of seconds, I had him on his stomach pummeling his asshole. His moaning was music to my ears. I aimed to show him that a cat my age probably forgot more about fucking than he would ever know.

I flipped him over onto his back and pushed his legs up above his head. I started hitting that ass real slow. I knew I was knocking it right because the mighty Creame Royale was crying and begging me not to stop fucking him so good. Just to further fuck with his mind, I’d stop for a few seconds and make him beg me to give him some more good dick.

I lifted him up off the bed and stood in the middle of my bedroom and fucked him standing up with his legs wrapped around my waist. His dick was rock hard and scorching hot against my stomach as I bounced him up and down on my dick.

“Am I fucking you right?” I asked as I plowed deeper

“You -You’re fucking me right”, he whimpered “Goddamn, you fucking me right!” I sat back down on the bed with him still attached. Without having to be told, he began riding my dick cowboy style. His hard dick’s precum looked so good; I couldn’t help myself from bending my head down and sucking him off while he rode. Hey! As good as he was working my dick, that was the least I could do. The harder my lips tugged on his dick, the tighter his asshole gripped mine. We were both about to cum. I rammed deep into his asshole and exploded; with a scream he filled my mouth. Goddamn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Did the old man do you right?” I asked sarcastically as I lit myself a cigar.

“I’ma go take a bath and jet.” He said getting out of my bed and heading back to the bathroom. Just like I wasn’t about to tell him how badly BGB needed him back, I wasn’t about to tell him how badly I wished that he would just stay the night beside me. Fuck that shit; I got too much money and too much pride to ever let one of these internet fuck sluts get my emotions twisted.

Tyson King

Tyson’s heart sank when for the first time outside the gas station; he noticed the missing person’s poster. The boy McClary Kent, missing from Murfreesboro for six months now, had been one of his students. He showed a lot of promise in his work, then one day slightly before Halloween, he just stopped coming to school. Tyson figured he was 16 and just quit. It wasn’t until now, that he didn’t have his job or Royale to focus on did he start to notice things.

Tyson had just finished pumping his gas when a black, jacked up hummer blasting Jay Z pulled into the station. Tyson had seen the obnoxious vehicle plenty of times. It belonged to Royale’s drug slinging cousin, Mike.

“Where Royale?!” He hollered over the loud ass music.

“What?” frowned Tyson. To the relief of Tyson and others in the gas station, Mike turned the fucken music down.

“I said where Royale?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugged Tyson. “I put his sorry ass out days ago, he hasn’t even been back to get his fucken love seat.”

“I’m ‘spose to be getting that for him,” lied Mike. “He called and told me to get it he’d meet me over this way, but a brother is kinda in a rush; can I just follow you to the crib and get it now?”

“Yea.” Said Tyson, “The sooner you get it out the better; I don’t want any more of his shit in my life.” Tyson got into his car and signaled for Mike to follow him.

“So, what happened between ya’ll?” asked Mike as Tyson fished through his pockets for the keys to the apartment.

“I really don’t want to discuss it.” Said Tyson opening the door and going inside before Mike. He was barely over the thresh hole when he felt the punch connect with the back of his head and neck. He staggered forward two steps before his knees buckled and his whole world went black.

When he came to Mike was on top of him and inside him deep. He tried to get from under him,, but his efforts were met with fierce strikes to his face and head. Tyson attempted to scream hoping one of the neighbors would hear, but Mike clamped his hand over his mouth and nose stifling his scream and air supply. “Shut the fuck up.” Hissed Mike. “I’ma get my nut whether you dead or alive, now you fucken choose.”

Out of options, defeated, Tyson lay on the floor, for what seemed an eternity as Mike fucked his asshole and humiliated him with offensive homosexual slurs. Tyson cried out in pain when Mike’s nut shot into his sore and torn ass, causing it to sting. Mike snatched out and shook his dick flinging cum remnants all over Tyson and the floor. He leaned into Tyson’s ear. “You tell anybody, and you’re a dead faggot.”

Tyson felt himself lose consciousness again. When he came to moments later, Mike was long gone, and Tyson was half naked on the floor, sore and bruised from head to foot with a crumpled hundred-dollar bill in his hand.

McClary Kent (Formerly Max Million)

“I am sorry.” Said the fat white lady behind the desk. “You are handsome, but I don’t think I could find work for you.”

I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was hearing. There I was attempting to secure work on camera that didn’t involve some muscle-bound nigga nutting in my face, and this fat ugly bitch was telling me that I was wrong for her agency. How the hell can a fine ass young light skinned brother with acting and singing ability be wrong for an acting and modeling agency?

“I don’t understand,” I said, “You’ve seen my pictures, I’ve sang and acted for you; what more do I have to do?”

“First of all, these pictures your little friends snapped with their camera phones are cute, but not professional; you need a portfolio. Second, your acting skills are average, and black males who sing like you are a dime a dozen; now maybe the next agency you audition for will lose its shit and hire you, but the Maude Maven agency can’t use you; my advice to you is, finish school.”

“And my advice to you is lose about fifty fucken pounds” I snapped as I snatched my pictures out of her stubby hands and stormed out of her office.

The fat fucken cunt! I spent a lot of money just to drive across country to seek out the Maude Maven Agency. It was supposed to be the best in the country, but how he fuck could it make that claim when it couldn’t recognize my star power?

On a light pole just outside of Maude Maven, there was a flier that read “Male Models Wanted; Make up to $15,000.” I took the number down. It more than likely was a scam, but I was new in LA with limited funds and a dream. I would call and check it out.

Raul (Formerly Jamonte Cruz)

Since the tender age of twelve, Raul, formerly Jamonte, was well aware of two things: One, He was not a smart person, and Two, People, especially men, would give him things in order to fuck him.

He discovered the former early on. Reading and Math did not come easy to him. He could not recite the alphabet without singing the letters. He got through school by being polite and staying out of trouble. The latter he learned at the age of twelve when his family was about to be evicted from their home. His grandmother, who’d raised him, had taken ill and hadn’t worked in nearly three months. His aunt, more like his sister, Magdalena was 19 and very pregnant with her third baby; therefore, couldn’t work. The worry of having no place to go with her daughter and four grandchildren only elevated his grandmother’s illness.

One afternoon, while he was outside trying to imagine what the home would look like without his family in it, his aunt/sister came onto the porch and ordered him to get into the family’s beat up Ford Taurus.

Once he was inside the vehicle she said, “Mr. Gonzalez said he’ll let us stay if you come and spend the afternoon with him; I offered, but he don’t want me.” She searched the boy’s face to see if he understood what she intended for him to do. Seeing the confused look on his face made her glassy eyed. “Jamonte, I don’t want you to do this, but we ain’t got nowhere to go and Ma is really sick; Jamonte do you know why I’m taking you to Mr. Gonzalez’s?”

“I gotta go to his place so we can stay.”

“Mama is sick Jamonte, she can’t ever know about this……….

That afternoon, he was introduced to trade. Mr. Gonzalez fucked him, gave him 75 bucks and told him to return next month when the rent was due. He’d been paying the family’s rent that way ever since. He never told his grandmother who every night thanked Mr. Gonzalez for having such a kind and pure heart, that it was Mr. Gonzalez’s hard dick and not his pure heart that kept them living there.

Since the age of 12, trade had become a part of his everyday life. He considered porn to be trade on a grander scale. He could make more money for sex and the only compromise was that thousands if not millions of people would see him earn his money. At least the guys he fucked were all around his age and attractive. He looked forward to actually giving Mr. Gonzalez cash instead of dick and ass.

Jamonte, now Raul, also learned at an early age that everybody who was nice to him typically had an agenda. Usually it involved sex, so he didn’t mind when people were not what they initially presented themselves as, in the end he got to bust a nut. A good nut was the only reason he found himself in a restaurant seated across the table from Karomale. Raul did not trust him, but he thoroughly enjoyed their on-camera fuck and figured if he could hit it now and then off camera it was worth it to entertain this dinner meeting.

“Sweetie, order what ya like; it’s on me.” Grinned Karomale. “I invited one more person and he will be joining us shortly.”

“Oh, shit he wants a threesome,” Thought Raul. “Damn, I hope this other cat is phine cause if not……”

“What do you want?” asked Karomale breaking his train of thought.

“Whatever you’re having.” Said Raul setting aside the menu he couldn’t read.

“Steak and lobster it is.” Said Karomale. Raul wondered if he ever stopped smiling. One thing he did know was that a perpetually smiling person was never truly happy or friendly. “Have you checked the site yet; our scene already has over 5,000 buys, that’s damn good.”

“Wow that’s really good.”

“How much money do you think Kylo made off that scene alone.”

“HMM, a lot” shrugged Raul.

“A damn lot.” Said Karomale. “A hell of a lot more than the fraction he pays us for fucking on camera.”

Raul had no idea where Karomale was going with this. If he had plans on getting out of the porn business fine, but Raul knew that his options were limited.

“Late as usual.” Mumbled Karomale as Royale joined them at the table. Raul was suddenly hoping that somebody got the nerve to suggest a threesome.

“Sorry fellas,” apologized Royale, “I had a few loose ends to tie up”

“Anyway, Royale, This gorgeous young thing is Jamonte, but Kylo named him Raul.” Raul noticed right away that Royale seemed suddenly uncomfortable.

“Pleased to meet you.” Said Royale extending his hand

“Like wise.” Said Raul

“Now fellas, I invited ya’ll out to dinner; by the way, we’re having steak and lobster, Royale, I hope you don’t mind, I ordered you the same.”

“Hey its free.” Smiled Royale. Raul smiled too. He really wanted to fuck, honestly he wanted Karomale to get the hell out of the way, so he and Royale could get better acquainted.

“Well anyway Sweeties, I summoned the two of you because let’s be real; we’re the finest mother fuckers at BGB studios. Royale, you are a legend, I am a boss bitch, and Raul you are the hottest dick to hit a porn set since the mother fucker sitting across from you. Point blank and period, Kylo is making major ass money off you and me, Royale and he’s going to make major money off of Raul here. The fraction we are going to make is a pimple on a mother fucken elephant’s ass compared to what he is going to rake in.”

“So, do we ask him for a raise?” asked Raul

“Bless your heart baby; do you honestly think Kylo Cross is going to give us a raise? Shit, he don’t realize that some of us know that we ought to be making fucken royalties any goddamn way.”

“What are royalties?” Asked Raul. His aunt/sister had always advised him to take every opportunity to learn something, and right now royalties sounded like something important that he needed to know about.

“Royalties is the money he should be paying me, Royale, and Tank Thrasher’s family since we fucken made BGB; our videos sell more than anybody else’s.”

Raul was still not sure what royalties were. He didn’t want to ask again because he did not want to come off as completely stupid, especially in front of Royale who he was lusting more with every second. His dick was rock hard; he wanted to go to the bathroom and do a quick jerk, but his hard on was very obvious in his skinny jeans, so he sat massaging it under the table through his pants.

“So, are you suggesting that we go to Kylo and demand royalties?” asked Royale.

“I’m suggesting that we leave the mother fucker high and dry and start our own shit.” Said Karomale. The waiter finally brought their food. Karomale waited until he was gone before he finished. “Think of the money we could make.”

“Nah.” Said Royale shaking his head. “I ain’t trying to fuck with Kylo, I was lucky he took me back.”

“Nigga, do you not realize that you are fucken gold at BGB; Kylo would have taken you back in a heartbeat, I bet you didn’t even negotiate a higher pay.”

Raul was the only one eating but he was listening as well. What Karomale was saying made sense, as far as he was able to comprehend, but something had to be wrong if Royale was so strongly against it.

“I am just not burning anymore bridges with Kylo.” Asserted Royale.

“Fucken stupid!” Groaned Karomale. “Waiter check please. Y’all can continue to be loyal little fuck boys all you want. I don’t owe Kylo shit.” Not waiting for the waiter, Karomale tossed two one hundred -dollar bills onto the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

“Wow, that was a lot.” Said Raul

“Do yourself a favor bruh, don’t fraternize with that one outside of work.”

“Fraternize?”

“Don’t associate with him. Carmello has always been messy and he’s always on some get rich or die trying shit.”

“Thanks for the warning. I am just trying to stack some money and take care of my family. I want my son to have a better life than mine.”

“You have a son?”

“Yes, I have a two- year -old son. I am trying to get custody of him. Right now, my Aunt has custody.”

“Why does your aunt have custody?”

“I don’t feel comfortable discussing that. I am sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Said Royale “So, what made you decide to take this route to earn money?” Like you don’t know the fucken answer, Royale; It’s a lot of money in a little time.

“My best friend used to work there. He ran away from home a few months ago. Out of the blue I get an email to him with a link to a video. I was shocked because he was doing hard core porn shit, but he’s only 16. I thought that was against the law.”

“It is.” Said Royale, His stomach began to flutter. Kylo’s rule was, ‘Everybody’s 18 until proven otherwise’

“Well he told me how much he made and told me I needed to get here, but I was doing okay, making decent enough money working at the dollar store until they wanted to put me on the register. I was too embarrassed to tell them that I wasn’t very good with counting out change, so I just didn’t return to work. By the time I came to BGB, they told me he had been gone for about month. He got his money one day and never returned.”

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“McClary Kent. He is couple years younger than me, but we pretty much grew up together.”

Royale’s heart began to race.

“Is this your friend?” asked Royale showing Raul the picture in his phone.

“Yeah, that’s McClary. How do you know him?”

“He’s my fucken cousin. Goddamnit Kylo! Raul, here is my number, call me if you hear anything from McClary. I have to go.”

Raul folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He wanted to go wherever Royale was going. He knew it was silly, but Raul was rapidly developing a crush.

“Don’t wake the children.” Said Magdalena when Raul entered the house. “Don’t wake Mama either. She’s been crying in pain all day, the medicine finally put her to sleep.”

“You didn’t over- medicate her; did you?”

“Fuck you!” Magdalena tried not to raise her voice. “You do not get to strut your little ass in here and accuse me of shit. I am here all day dealing with Mama, and the children.”

“They are your children; you’re supposed to deal with them.”

“One of them is your child too, mother fucker, don’t forget that.”

“Oh, now he’s my child. You know I am so fucken sick of your control games. He’s my child when you’re pissed off, but I am his Uncle Jamonte any other time.”

“You know Goddamn well why we tell him you’re his uncle.”

“Yeah, to cover up the fact that you got your 17- year old nephew drunk and fucked him.”

Magdalena burned his jaw with a slap.

“Fuck You! I never had a fucken childhood because of you. Corrine had you and dumped you on Ma, who dumped you on me while she worked. Then I fucked up and started having kids of my own way too fucken young. Then Ma got sick. It’s all been one big fucken domino effect that has shit on me my entire life. You have had it easy.”

“The Fuck; you think letting that old nasty ass man fuck over me for the past seven years has been easy?”

“That was to benefit you just as much as everybody else.”

“Is that what you tell yourself? Is that how you sleep at night, Magdalena?”

“You know what Jamonte _______”

“Maggie!” the tortured woman called from her bedroom

“Shit! She’s awake.” Complained Magdalena.

“I’ll go check on her.” Said Raul

The room smelled of a urine and Magdalena’s half- hearted effort to clean with dollar store brand bleach.

“Ma-Ma, are you okay?” He asked

“Yeah, I didn’t know it was you. I thought she had snuck another one of her sorry ass men in here and they were arguing.”

“No, Ma-Ma. She was just fussing about how late I came home. She forgets I am no longer a child.” Lied Raul.

“I wish she put that effort and energy into raising her damn children,” she grimaced. “All day long they’re running around tearing the place from here to east hell until they get on her nerves enough to beat the shit out of them and make them lie down. Jesus, how did I raise such trifling bitches? Her and Corrine; trifling and selfish as hell.”

“Have you had anything to eat?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear his grandmother run down either his mother or his sister/aunt. Despite their issues he still loved both of them. He understood that hating them for what they were would mean that he would to some extent have to hate Ma-Ma, because she was the one who raised them. The way in which Ma-Ma talked to Magdalena and about Corrine was enough for him to ascertain that their behavior was indicative of nurture not nature.

“Yeah.” She closed her eyes again. The pain that coursed through her body was evident on her face. The cancer that had decided to take resident in her body seven years ago was much like her two daughters. I would show up out of the blue, like Corrine, upset everybody and everything, and then go away leaving no sense of relief just the anxiety of when and how aggressively it would return. For the past few months, it had been more like Magdalena: the cancer lingered as if it didn’t want to leave her but lacked the compassion to put her out of her misery.

“I’ll get your medicine.”

“No. I still have a few more hours before I take more. Just sit with me for a while if you are not too tired.”

“Sure, Ma-Ma.” He said sitting on the foot of her bed.

“Jamonte, I wish we had put more into you, so that you could be going to college and doing something better with your life. It’s sad that such a beautiful boy as yourself doesn’t have anything to offer the world.” She closed her eyes.

Maybe McClary was right; he needed to get as far away from his fucked-up family as possible. The problem was even if he could live with the guilt of leaving Ma-Ma while she was at her sickest, he still would be abandoning his son, the way that his own parents had abandoned him. Raul took a deep breath. The fetid odor of the room nauseated him. He vowed that he was going to get his grandmother a home health aide, Magdalena be damned.

“Ma-Ma, I am sleepy. I am going to go to my room.”

Her hand was cold and starting to stiffen. A panic rose in him that he hadn’t felt since he was 12 -years- old and saw a grown man’s erect penis in person for the first time.

“Ma-Ma! Ma-Ma!” He shrieked.

“Boy, if you wake the fucken children!” Warned Magdalena as she trudged into her mother’s room. “Oh my God; no!” She was instantly reduced to tears.

“I’m going to call an ambulance.” Said Raul. He exited the room, eager to put distance between himself, Magdalena, and his dead grandmother.

One room away was not enough. Not certain of where he was going, Raul left the house. He didn’t even bother to call the ambulance.

McClary

“Oh, you have been doing some developing while I was away. Your little booty getting all fat.”

“Michael please, I am going to be late for school.”

“Like I give a fuck. Nigga, you better stop playing with my emotions, take the goddamn towel off and assume the position.”

“No, I ain’t no little kid anymore and you are not fucking me after you’ve done a long ass prison stretch.”

“Your ass will never learn. Come the fuck here!”

“No Michael…. Please!”

“No Michael, Please!” I woke up screaming to the top of my lungs the words I had said so many times to my nasty ass stepbrother. The nigger started fucking me when I was nine, not inappropriately touching, straight up fucking. Who the hell was I going to tell? My Mama and my Stepdad were both scared of Michael who didn’t hesitate to lay hands on both of them whenever he got upset.

I was happy when he would fuck up and go to prison and miserable when he returned because he would come out more jacked, more violent, and more horny.

The stale odor of my hotel room had my empty stomach on the verge of vomiting. I lit a cigarette hoping to ease the nausea. I made a mental note of how much money I had left. Shit was ridiculously expensive in California and I knew I had to either find work soon or use what I had to head back east.

I had been turned down by four agencies and most likely was going to get turned down by the one I had a meeting with at noon.

I didn’t realize that I had been crying until I felt the tears hit my naked arm. All I’d ever wanted was to be a star; why wouldn’t God open the door for me? I never stopped praying to and believing in Him, even with all the shit Michael did to me; when was He going to let something good happen to me?

My phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Ma-Ma died last night.” Cried Jamonte

“Damn, I am so sorry.”

“I can’t go back to that house.”

“Where are you?”

“Where are you; I need my best friend right now.”

“Jamonte, I cannot come back there. I cannot go back home, and I cannot do that nasty shit again. I’m sorry I ever suggested you do that shit and I am glad you never did.”

“I did.” Admitted Raul

“Oh shit; when?”

“A couple of weeks ago.”

“I had been done for a minute. I should have called and told you.. Goddamn, Jamonte. I am sorry I cannot be there with you.”

“Please, McClary, if you ever loved me, please come back. I will figure out a place for us to stay, just please.”

Damn, why did he have to sound so pitiful?

“Promise me you will have somewhere for us. I cannot go back home.”

“I promise. I promise, just please come to me.”

“I’ll be there in a few hours. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When we hung up, I sat in bed and cried for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it was inevitable that I would return to North Carolina, Jamonte just gave me a reason to do it sooner rather than later.

Damn, he was doing porn. I felt like shit for telling him about BGB. Even though he was three years older than me, I was always the big brother of our relationship. What me and Jamonte had was complex. I loved him, he loved me. I wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck me, but we never could bring ourselves to give in to our urges.

I got out of bed. The moment I checked out of this overpriced shithole; I would be heading back to square one. I would put my dream on hold for now; for Jamonte.

Cedric

Seventy T-Cells. Who the fuck only has only seventy T-Cells in this day and age? When my specialist read that number to me, I thought that he was mistaking. No, I had heard him correctly; I only had 70 fucken T-Cells. I was full blown again and this time I had a lot less cells to work with.

He rambled on about a new regiment and I didn’t bother to listen. I didn’t want to go through months of sickness as my body tried to adjust to new medication. I didn’t want to do any of this shit anymore.

When I got into my car, the first person I called was my oldest friend, Kylo Kross. I needed badly to speak to someone I loved and trusted and I knew that not a single mother fucker I was kin to would be open to having this conversation.

My family accepted that I was gay a long time ago when my Father got tired of beating my ass for putting on Mama’s makeup and swishing my little ass around our trailer park as if I had the hottest pussy in creation. By accepted I mean I was allowed to be gay just as long as I didn’t ever tell them who I was in a relationship with and never did anything that would potentially shame a family full of generational welfare recipients. 

Kylo picked up after the third ring. He was fuming and before I could get a word in edgewise, he unleashed his verbal tirade.

“Cedric, do you have any idea what the fuck just happened?? Fucken Royale got all up in my face; IN MY MOTHER FUCKEN FACE!! He was ranting and raving about how I had his underage cousin fucking grown men and how he would put me in jail. That mother fucker put his hands on me, Cedric! HE PUT HIS GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKEN HANDS ON ME!!! Does he know who the fuck I am? Does he know who the fuck I know? OOOH that mother fucker!! I could wipe his ass off the face of the earth; make him disappear faster than the cleaning crew does cum stains. That mother fucker ….. That mother fucken mother fucker…….”

I hung up with him still ranting. I didn’t need Kylo’s drama on top of the shit I was going through. How long did he think his shit would not catch up to him? BGB was one huge child pornography bust waiting to happen. That was no longer my problem. I wouldn’t be returning to work. I wasn’t going to be around when the shit finally hit the fan and it was getting pretty damn close.

I find candles comforting. I love to keep dozens of them clustered throughout my condo. My appreciation for candles derived from growing up in a home with two drug addicted parents who often prioritized their habits overpaying utilities. 

I lay in bed with my room enveloped in candlelight. I wanted to cry, but I was out of tears. 

It had been a long time since he’d come to me; almost a year. I wasn’t expecting him, but there in the candlelit ambience of my bedroom was Anthony, better known as Tank Thrasher. 

…He is rough when he takes me, as usual. He doesn’t kiss, hold, or caress me. He pounds away inside of me with the same violent emptiness he showed the boys that he performed with. I want to wrap my arms around him, but the cocaine has me numb. I had done almost an entire 8-ball, so all I could do was lie there and be gutted. I didn’t mind. I just wished he’d at least kiss me….

...But did he ever? I couldn’t recall one time in our relationship when he had. I remember the intense sexual encounters that in hindsight felt more like rape, well in actuality many of them were; Tank made it clear that when he wanted to fuck he was going to fuck…

…He had known he was positive for six months before I found out. Kylo wasn’t casting him, which only made him more agitated and more violent. Of course, all of that was taken out on me. Plenty of times during that period I had to layer heavy foundation over newly acquired bruises. His sex with me wasn’t just rough it was down- right bestial, often leaving me torn and bloodied …

...I learned of Tank’s status when Kylo was hit with a lawsuit from a young man who claimed he had become infected through performing with Tank. Kylo informed me that a few months prior tank had tested positive after returning from Brazil and that is why he had stopped using him. Kylo claimed he thought that Tank had told me since I’d never asked why he was no longer being used… 

…Tank beat the shit out of me when I confronted him. There wasn’t a corner of our apartment that he didn’t drag and kick and pummel me and only stopped when he got good and goddamned tired…

…I was on the living room floor, semi- conscious when I heard the gun go off in our bedroom. It was hours before I mustered up the courage and physical ability to crawl into our bedroom. I wish to this day that I hadn’t….

…His brains were all over the headboard and back wall. His eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of his head. His body was in an awkward position, half on his back, half on his side. He took the easy way out…

…I couldn’t bring myself to go and get tested until three months after Tank killed himself. In my heart, I already knew what the results were going to be, so I didn’t even flinch when the doctor confirmed that I was Positive…

…He cums inside of me hard, filling my insides. He snatches out and I am hollow. I am too lethargic, too fucked up to even give a shit when he leaves again…

… Did he ever really love me. I doubt it. I’ve spent the last five years pondering that question and now I no longer care. Now, it finally doesn’t matter because nothing matters. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters…

Kylo Cross

These ungrateful faggots!! I made them stars. I am the one who took them from fucking and sucking their mama’s boyfriends for money to buy McDonald’s food to fucking and sucking and being able to afford luxury apartments and nice cars. It’s never enough for some of them.

I took that bitch, Royale back after he left me and started cutting into my business by doing his bootleg low production home porn. I forgave that shit because having him back at BGB is the greater good. I let that mother fucker put his hands on me, threaten my freedom and all that I had built all because his juvenile delinquent cousin chose to lie about his age and make some quick money at my agency. I didn’t force that boy to do a Goddamn thing and, judging from the way he took dick, he didn’t start at sixteen. So, you’re going to threaten to put me in jail and not the uncle, stepdad or male cousin that broke his little mannish ass in; make any of that shit make sense.

I wasn’t worried too much about Royale though, I knew that once he blew off steam, he would calm the fuck down and realize that he wasn’t going to find too many other opportunities to make the kind of money he was making with me. So, when he came to me later and apologized, I forgave his little tantrum, but let him know that it was the last time that I was forgiving anything from him.

Then he told me some shit that I wasn’t prepared to hear. Carmelo, Karomale, was plotting to open his own agency and take some of my top talent. These trifling, ungrateful faggots! If he wanted to leave, fine, but he was planning on fucking with my money.

He sat across from me in my living room. The pretty mother fucker was calm and collective being in the company of a man he planned to fuck over.

“Damn, Kylo, I heard about how fabulous your crib is, but I never would have imagined it was decked out like this.” He said admiring my expensive furniture and décor. Shit I’d worked hard for; shit his little rat ass was planning to snake me in order to acquire.

“This house and all that’s in it came from working my ass off. I built a company from the ground up. The only person I ever could rely on was Cedric. It’s sad, all these black boys that I helped make more money than they ever would have earned otherwise felt no sense of loyalty to me, but that cracker has had my back through thick and thin. Cedric is a coke head; you know but I have left thousands of dollars at a time around my office and he never stole a dime. He might have asked for an advance, which I never took back out of his pay, but he never, ever stole from me.”

Karomale was expressionless. If he suspected that I knew what he’d been up to he didn’t show it.

“Karomale, you’re trying to fuck me over.” I said tired of beating around the bush.

“Wh-What you talking about Kylo?” He stammered. The little faggot’s voice was up several octaves higher than it already was. Squeaking like a trapped rat.

“See, that shit right there you’re not going to do. You are trying to lure some of my models away and start to your own company.”

“Kylo, I don’t know whose been in your ear but________”

The chain wrapped around his neck cutting off his words. He tried to free himself, but his slight ass was no match for the six-foot 250-pound stack of muscles that held the chain.

“Kylo, Kylo, I’m sorry!” He begged. His arms flailed as thick pools of saliva flew from his mouth. With one final yank, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell limp.

Brutus, another reliable white friend of mine, wound the chain up and placed it into the pocket of his well -tailored suit jacket. Once I nodded my approval, he picked the lifeless piece of shit that was Karomale up, flung him over his shoulder and carried him off to dispose of him wherever he discarded my little problems.

The End for Now...