Looking at Daz, Jakiris said "Son, get deez faggots outta here. You and me talk later."
Daz pulled the white kid off his crotch "Dass enuf. You heard my man; he said get the fuck outta here and take dis fucked up cracka wid you."
The white cock sucker quickly got up, and went over to the kitchen table. He pulled Jared's 501's back on his lean hips, and fastened a few of the buttons. Then he helped his friend up, and hastily escorted him down the stairs and out the door. The quarterback still had his grey boxer briefs jammed in his mouth, and cum ran down his face, but his friend didn't seem to notice.
Then Daz figured it was his turn to leave and he said "Look Jak, you look like shit. Get some rest nigga and we hanging tonight."
Jakiris threw an empty quart bottle of Steel Reserve at the doorway as Daz left. The glass shattered noisily and he made a note to have the white queer clean the shit up later.
About four hours later Jakiris got a text saying the trip to Miami was on for a week from then and asking if six tickets were enough. He replied that eight was better but the white Jew agent told him he was a lucky nigger to get six.
Jakiris called the white boy and told him to come over ready to clean. The kid arrived within twenty minutes, smelling like a woman and wearing low skinny jeans and a tight short baby blue t-shirt... His long blond hair was clean and brushed out. He had put some kind of white girl's hair product in it and it shone nice like a bitch's hair.
The kid immediately set to cleaning up the apartment, from the broken glass to the empties and ashtrays. Jakiris took a shower and came out wearing white satin basketball shorts, a white wife beater, and his new black and white boxing inspired Puma high tops.
The faggot knew there were several more hours of cleaning certainly possible, but Jakiris said "Enuff. What your ride?"
The white queer cringed to hear Jakiris finally speak after an hour of silence. When he didn't answer fast enough the rapper walked over and smacked him across the mouth. "You deff, bitch?"
"Uh, sorry. I have a Mercedes SL 550."
"Where you get a ride like dat, faggot?" "Uh, my parents have some money. Want to go for a ride somewhere?"
"No shit Sherlock. I seen where you live. Naw, we ain't goin for a ride. I takin your ride out for a spin myself. Got me a special bitch to meet tonight."
"Uh, yeah, sure, but maybe I could come along? I could sit in the back. I'll be quiet. Tell her I'm your PR guy or something. I'll park it whenever you want to get out and hit a spot. I could even get you some beer or alcohol when you and her need it. I have some cash on me."
"How much you got fag?"
"Three hundred."
"Gimme two, and keep the ress fo when we gotta send you in for shorts or Hennessey."
The white boy handed over the money, ten twenties, and stuffed the rest back in his front pocket. Jakiris eyed the skinny jeans suspiciously. "Why you wear dem faggoty white boy jeans anyway?"
"No reason, I just thought I'd dress up a little for you."
"Yeah, whateva." And Jakiris walked by and reached out to touch the cock sucker's long blond hair. "At leese diss shit look mighty fine. Less go."
And the kid tossed his keys to the rapper, and they left the apartment. A block away Jakiris saw the white SL 550, and jumped in. The kid got in the small back seat, alone.
Jakiris called his date. "I be dere in five, baby doll." And he pulled up in three minutes, navigating the city streets at sixty, smiling when he saw the tank was full.
His date jumped in the passenger seat, wearing a tight, black see-through mesh micro mini with red panties underneath it. Her huge tits pushed out her tight black halter, which had been ripped in the middle so that her boobs almost fell out.
Rather than kiss her, Jakiris licked her tits, then reached a hand up her skirt and pushed his finger in her cunt. "Diss cracka in the back gotta be with us tonight. I got texted from dat heeb agent and we headin to South Beach next week. You and me!
He gotta stay wid us to keep an eye on me but da good news is he payin all night!"
The only problem was the ho fell asleep after three hours of heavy drinking in the car, as Jakiris drove all over town showing off his new rides to his peeps. Finally he got fed up trying to revive her, and offered her to a friend for a hundred bucks.
His stack a little bigger, but pissed at the stupid whore and horny as shit, he pulled into an alley around 2:00 AM. It was deserted and filled with dark doorways and dumpsters. He got out and pulled the white boy out by his shirt, which ripped and came off.
"I likes diss car, homo. Yo daddy notice if it goan?" and he pushed the boy onto the ground. Then Jakiris pulled down his basketball shorts and started stroking his growing cock, which pushed out against his gold and black satin boxers.
Smart enough not to answer, the kid just sat there, staring at the rapper's crotch, licking his lips in hopefulness.
"Get on your knees,faggot. I been planning a punishment for you all day and night since I seen you sucking off Daz wid out permissin. Fuck you get the idea you can do dat nasty faggot shit on my man wid out axing me?"
He bitched slapped the kneeling faggot several times. "Now get up and face dat wall. Drop dem pants and put your hands against da wall."
And Jakiris pulled off the kid's black leather belt. He snapped it a few times to scare the queer, then proceeded to lay twenty lashes on the kid's back, and skinny, white, exposed excuse for an ass. The boy moaned and whimpered.
When he was done, he took a deep breath, retrieved his can of Sparks Black from the Benz, chugged it and caught his breath. He admired his handy work. At least half of the lashes had left angry red welts. Two bled nicely. Fucking queer deserved it.
Jakiris noticed his cock stood virtually straight out, and he snarled at the boy, ordering him to turn around and get on his knees.
"Now you suck off diss dick, bitch. And remember if I ever see you wid anotha dick in you mouff, I`ll fucking kill you. Unnastan?"
The cracker instantly engulfed the massive cock with his mouth. The black veins throbbed with anger, and half way through the boy pissed off his captor by letting his teeth rub against the superior cock. Jakiris pulled out and smacked him hard, three times.
"No teef ho. Now finish it." And the white queer did, polishing the huge black knob, and using his new found ability to deep throat the rapper's cock. As Jakiris came, the boy gagged and collapsed to the ground. But he managed to keep most of the strong, thick cum in his mouth and swallowed it.
"Dass it for tonight faggot. Diss ride looking good outside my crib tonight." With that he let out a strong, loud stream of beer piss on the boy, drenching him and his skinny jeans, bare chest, and blond hair, as the queer lay panting and bleeding in the alley.
Next time, Daz surprises his main man Jakiris when he shows up with a suddenly compliant and broken down white quarterback.
Peace, Justin