When the entourage got to South Beach, the girls were suitably impressed first by the red stretch Hummer limo that picked them all up, and then by the hotel Jakiris's agent had booked them into on Ocean Drive.
Daz negotiated an upgrade to a two bedroom suite, cancelling the third room that had been reserved for the queers.
"I juss put a ad on Craig's List. You cocksuckers gonna be busy suckin dick while you here. Gimme the money when you get back each time and whatever I don't need we use for a cheap room somewhere for you."
Daz's phone went off and he took down an address. "Blondie, you get over to diss Surf Hotel, Room 407. Dude wanna fuck him some white ass. Get two hunnert and bring it back to me."
Turning to Jared, he said "Faggot, you hang out in da lobby here til I gets a job for you. And don't be doin no freebie blow jobs in the meantime."
With that, Daz left to join the group. They'd party big tonight, because Jakiris's first appearance at the club was the next night.
Jared and the blond fag turned multiple tricks over the next two days, and made enough for a cheap room at a dump on Washington. Daz took most of the earnings, giving them about twenty five for meals at McDonald's.
The blond kid grumbled about the split, texting Jakiris without any response, but Jared willingly turned over the cash to Daz and said it was Daz's money, when you really thought about it, since Daz was his man.
The next day Daz told the queers to be ready at 2 PM. "You fags gonna be in da movies!" he laughed, evilly.
They arrived at a run down building just north of downtown, and a heavy steel door opened when Daz texted. A very tall, fat Cuban in a wife beater, holding a Pit Bull on a chain, let them in.
"Diss here da fags I told you about." Daz had swung a sweet deal. The cocksuckers would appear in a live Web cam porn movie. They'd been told little except to do as they were told. In return, Daz got a thousand now and a thousand more if they performed well.
The Cuban had a pistol shoved down his jeans, and made sure Daz saw it. He herded the boys to a room and told them to stand still. Hot white lights were switched on, virtually blinding them. The Pit Bull curled up at the Cuban's feet as he settled down in a chair to pull security until the boss began the show. Daz sat near him, expecting to be disgusted by what he would soon see, but feeling a need to be at hand in case the faggots needed any discipline to do as told.
Jared and the other cocksucker just stood there, slightly shaking in fear of what was ahead. Finally a man of about forty walked in. He had a Spanish accent and smiled at Daz when he saw the two fags.
"You must be the famous Daz! Son, you've done well. These boys will be stars when we're through with them today. This Web cam is going all over the country."
He walked over and smacked the two queers viciously across their mouths. "We got their parent's e-mail addresses loaded so they'll get a copy of this as well as this cunt's football coach."
Jared sputtered and got smacked hard again. "Just do as you're told and when we're done you can suck off me and Marco here as a reward."
With that the "Director" left the set, settling into his pseudo control booth. A weazily little white guy came out with a camera, and the Director called for the show to begin. He kept the sound turned off and viewers would just get music as a background for now.
"Undress each other, queers." The blond boy reached out and pulled Jared's tee shirt over his head. Jared slipped the skater's hoodie off. It fell to the floor.
"Kiss each other like you're two fags in love. When the camera comes in close, let me see tongues." They embraced, arms encircling each other's waists, and they kissed long and hard. Jared fumbled to get the kid's skinny jeans undone. He finally stopped his kiss, and dropped to his knees, to pull the jeans down and off, helping the kid step out of them.
From out of nowhere came the star of the production. He was a monster of a man, six feet six, weighing a hard muscled 245. He was about 25 and looked like a pro football player. He wore only a pair of leather jeans, his black skin glistening with oil.
He walked in with a bull whip and lashed both boys on their chests. They fell over in shock.
"Fucking white faggots!" he bellowed. "I leave you alone for five minutes and I come back to see you fucking degenerates making out like bitches in heat.
You gonna pay now. No man wanna see diss sick faggot shit." He grabbed Jared by the hair and pulled his face up to his face, spitting in it. "On your knees cunt."
Jared complied, and the huge black man pulled out a marker and wrote "FAG" on his forehead. Then he punched him in the mouth. Jared fell back on the floor.
"I'm gonna take diss blond bitch first. Fuck her ass til it bleed. Let diss other queer on the floor see what's coming next for her. You cunts need to be punished for your sick faggot ways."
With that the tall man leaned the blond teenager over a chair, yanked down the boy's red bikini briefs, and pulled his incredible cock from his leather jeans. Daz was shocked. He didn't think a nigga could have a dick bigger than his, but this dude had the biggest, thickest dick he had ever imagined could exist.
The man spit on it and spread the boy's ass crack, slamming it in about halfway. The kid howled in agony.
"Please, please, do it to me instead" Jared yelled. "He can't take it. He's too skinny. Fuck me instead, please." Daz wanted to barf.
The Pit Bull jumped up snarling, just entering the camera's view. It scared everyone but the tall man, and Marco the Cuban muscle reined the snarling dog back in. The dog wanted to attack Jared.
The show continued with the blond fag getting mercilessly fucked. The Director had turned off the music and captured the anguished screams of pain. Finally the leather clad giant came in bucking spasms, cum leaking out of the bitch's ass, mingling with blood. "Feel good, fucking a white ho."
The big man raised his whip and brought it down on the quarterback, raking his back and the back of his legs as Jared squirmed to avoid the worst of it. "Get the fuck up and clean me off bitch."
Jared scrambled to his knees, glad to have the whipping end. He immediately set to cleaning the cum, blood, and shit off the incredible black cock with his white mouth. His ministrations caused the tall man to grow hard again.
Then he noticed the cue cards at his feet. The Director ordered him to pick them up and read them aloud. To do so, he finally had to pull off the monster cock.
The camera zoomed in on his anguished face.
"I am Jared Whitaker from Las Olas, California. I played quarterback there for the high school, and was going to do so this fall at Long Beach. But I have realized that I am a pathetic white faggot, and I love to suck black cock. I also love to be fucked up my ass by big black cocks. I like to be beat up by black men because I know I am nothing but a white faggot and deserve it. I also have become a whore and suck cock for a drug dealer named Daz who is my pimp. I give him all my money so that he will hit me and fuck me."
He hung his head as the camera closed in on his eager mouth engulfing the hardening black cock. He smiled at the camera, and his new life began.
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Check out my past stories on Nifty: My Pimp Miguel (2006?) and My New Pimp (2007).
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