When a porno shoot goes wrong, it’s up to one janitor to make it right! His name is Rob, and he’s eager to service the handsome porn star Bryan Plumper. Can Rob live up to Bryan’s expectations? Can Bryan satisfy Rob?
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Rob hung out in the hall. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he couldn’t wait for it to begin. Inside the studio, he heard muffled words. It was all boring and banal for now though. None of the talent was on set yet.
That was why Rob waited. He had a mop and bucket, though he was not a janitor. He had sought out a role in the interracial-porn industry because he loved the men who filled it. He didn’t care what he did, he just wanted a chance to see — and touch — the gangbang studs he had seen on screen so many times.
A door opened. A tired-looking woman stepped out — Kelly was her name. She glanced in Rob’s direction but didn’t look at him. She headed onto the set. She was a porn star, or so Rob assumed. She certainly looked like it, rather hot, but trashy and made-up.
A few seconds later, Bryan Plumper came out of a different room. Rob recognized him and felt a thrill of desire running up his spine. He’d spent hours fast-forwarding through porno movies looking for shots where you could see Bryan’s handsome face.
He was flanked by two other men. All three were black. Bryan was ungodly handsome, with a square jaw and broad shoulders, deep dimples, deep eyes and a flat belly. He put out charm and easygoing swagger, and he carried himself like a gangbanger. His retinue were less attractive; one was tall and skinny, with a gaunt, grayish look (Lil Bee), and the other was tubby and dreadlocked (T-Boy). They carried themselves like security, but Rob got the impression they were just Bryan’s old friends, not actual bodyguards.
“Yo, nigga, hey,” Bryan said. He slapped hands with Rob. To an objective observer, it might have come across as polite — the well-known porn star saying hello to a nobody janitor. But Bryan Plumper had a certain smarmy, sarcastic way about him. It wasn’t clear how much was deliberate and how much was a default-douchebag face. So when he said hello to a stranger, it came across like an insult.
“Hey, hi,” Rob said.
Bryan scoffed a little and withdrew his hand. His bodyguards both scowled at Rob. Bryan just turned around and walked away. He muttered something, and his buddies burst into laughter. It sounded forced, like they only laughed at his poorly-delivered jokes because he was the boss.
When they burst into the studio, Bryan said something deep and booming. His two buddies laughed, but no one else did. Once again, it sounded to Rob like Bryan thought he said something very funny but no one else did. It also sounded like Bryan was oblivious enough that he didn’t notice that no one laughed except for the two people he paid a salary.
Rob waited outside the studio, pondering whether he could sneak in. He heard the filming begin.
“Oh yeah, bitch, I know that! I know that real good!” That was Bryan’s leering voice resonating out of the studio. There was some more laughter. This time it wasn’t just his two buddies, it was the crew too.
There was a clatter and a clang. It sounded like something fell. Rob hurried into Bryan’s dressing room and sprayed the mirror with cleanser. He wiped it off very slowly so he would still be half-done when Bryan came back.
“You like black dick, slut?!”
Only Bryan’s voice was that loud. Rob wasn’t even near the studio now, but Bryan’s deep barrel voice reached all the way here, or at least it was loud enough when he said certain lines.
“No, wait-!” That was not Bryan. It was a man, a white man, it sounded like.
“Ew!”
“What?!”
“That is so nasty! I quit! No way!” That was her. That was the woman, Kelly.
Rob poked his head out of the dressing room, just in time to see her naked body stride through the hall. She once again failed to notice him. She went into her dressing room and slammed the door shut.
Bryan popped out of the studio a moment later. He was naked, his massive cock swaying between his legs. It was rock-hard and throbbing, veiny, looking delicious like a gourmet meal. Rob wanted to ram it down his own throat right now.
Bryan’s muscles were tense like he had to hold himself back from losing his temper. He carried his arms away from his side too. He had an angry, harsh smile on his face as he pounded on the door.
“Fuck you, man!” She yelled out the door of her dressing room.
“Man, baby, don’t freak out, it don’t mean a thing. You was gonna put yo’ tongue in there,” Bryan said, holding back laughter. His tall buddy had his hand on Bryan’s bare muscled back as though he needed to hold Bryan up.
She came out of her dressing room, clothes half on. “Fuck you! That was never the deal! That wasn’t part of the script!”
“I ain’t mean to!”
“Bullshit! Not farting is a major part of getting a rimjob, asshole!”
Bryan laughed. “Nah, assholes is a major part of getting a rimjob. Farting comes with eatin’ asshole, baby.” His niggas laughed, pretending it was so funny they needed to grip Bryan’s sweat-dripping chest to support themselves. “I ain’t even do it, I just asked if I could-“
“Fuck you!” She strode towards the exit, one of her titties still hanging out of her dress. She carried her shoes. “You don’t know jackshit, asshole!”
“Oh come on? Don’t say no one ever talked to you like that, bitch! You got titties like deflated wine bottles, slut! You got flappy butt, bitch, you got sloppy ass!” He held onto his flat belly and laughed.
She slammed the door shut. The hallway was silent except for Bryan and his buddies standing there laughing. He was still naked, his dick still hard.
“Thanks, Bryan!”
He poked his head back into the studio. “Sorry, man, you should-a told me she was sensitive-“
“No one ever wants you to fart on their face, Bryan. I don’t need to tell you that.”
He chuckled. “It seems that you do,” Bryan said. He let the door shut, then hurried into his dressing room.
He was taken aback at the sight of Rob standing there. “Hey, man, sorry you had to see that,” Bryan said, snickering.
“No problem,” Rob said. He licked his lips. He could see Bryan’s eyes whirring as he thought — Bryan was not especially bright, and when he was trying to think about something, it was obvious. Rob waited patiently. He glanced down at Bryan’s throbbing hard cock. “Looks like you’re disappointed that scene isn’t happening.”
“Whatever. She was nasty. She smelled like garbage. I mean literally, like she slept in a fucking dumpster,” Bryan said. He shrugged. “It don’t matter. I don’t need the money.”
His two buddies bristled, and for the first time, Rob sensed a little conflict between them. He wondered if Bryan was telling the truth, did he really not need the money? Why would he have even tried to fuck a girl who smelled like a dumpster if he didn’t need the money?
“How much were you going to get paid?”
“Ain’t some janitor’s business, reckon,” Bryan said. “I get paid more than you, man.”
Rob smiled. “Fifteen hundred dollars.”
“What?”
“I’ll pay you fifteen hundred dollars,” Rob said. He grabbed Bryan’s cock, which throbbed in his hand. “In exchange for… Well, services to be determined later.” Bryan looked down at his dick in Rob’s hand and took a step away, but he didn’t make Rob let go.
His two homies chuckled nervously, but Bryan laughed a deep, resonant laugh that sounded like he was covering up his own anxiety. His pecs rippled. He couldn’t stop smiling, showing off those deep dimples.
“Yo, nigga, I ain’t, y’know… I ain’t into that downlow shit,” Bryan said.
“Then tell everyone.”
“No, I mean…” Bryan chuckled. “I just don’t do that.”
“You don’t want the money?” Rob kept squeezing Bryan’s dick, which was still hard.
Bryan was silent. His two buddies stared daggers at him, but Bryan pretended not to notice. Bryan had that cocky look on his face, beaming at Rob as though he wasn’t nervous. His dick was hard and pulsating beneath Rob’s grasp.
“I, uh… Course I don’t need the money, nigga. I don’t do this shit, sorry,” Bryan said. “You can play with it a little, but… uh… I don’t do sissy shit.” It sounded like he really wanted to say yes but couldn’t think of a way to do it while maintaining his reputation.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Rob said. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, all the way down his throat to show off his minimal gag reflex.
“That’s hot, I’ll admit it, that’s hot,” Bryan said. “Can you get two fingers down there?” He whistled when Rob did so. “I bet you swallow dick pretty good.” He swiped his cock away from Rob. “But I got a rep, homie. I got street cred-“
His tall buddy cleared his throat. “Damn, Bryan… You know, a lotta niggas do shit on the downlow. A lotta street niggas.”
“Real thugs,” said the fat one. They both glared at Bryan, who either didn’t notice or pretended not to.
“Whatchoo want, broh?” Bryan asked, lowering his eyes and staring intensely at Rob. His tone of voice had changed too, like he now thought he was charming enough to get money out of Rob without doing anything too sissy. “Huh? I can get you weed. Heroin. Coke. You want coke? I can bring you fifteen hundred bucks of coke tonight.”
“No. I want you.”
Bryan snorted. He shook his head. He pushed Rob against the wall of his dressing room. He still had that charming, deep-dimpled smile on his face. He grabbed Rob’s wallet out of his pocket. There was no cash in it.
“Fuckin’ liar,” Bryan said.
“Not a lie.” Rob pulled the cash where he had hidden it in his sock. Bryan tried to grab for it, but Rob pulled it away.
“Nah, nah,” Bryan said. He flared his nostrils. “Boy, I can smack the fuck outta you, you know that? I could just take it.” His smile was gone now.
But it was his two friends who pushed him away from Rob. They got in front of Bryan’s face and scowled at him.
“Nigga, come on, don’t get yo’self arrested. Just do it.”
“Yeah, man. We all know it won’t be the first time-“
“Ssh! Shush yo’self, nigga,” Bryan scowled. He looked at Rob. “He lyin’. I don’t do this shit.”
The fat guy pushed Bryan again, against the wall. “Yo, nigga, we ain’t got paid in weeks. I think you need to make that right.”
“We can always walk away, Bryan.”
Bryan gulped and smiled. He chuckled. He patted the tall nigga on the side. “Damn, calm down.” He took a deep breath. “I ain’t nevuh done nothin’ like this, I don’t do-“
“Shut up, nigga.” The fat one turned around and faced Rob. “He did this befo’. When we was comin’ up, there was this sissy dude-“
“Nigga, shut yo’ mouth.”
“Bryan ain’t nevuh make no money sellin’ crack. Even when he was doin’ it-“
“Shut up!”
“He wasn’t nevuh good at it. He just looked good. He just made it look sexy and got all the girls-“
“Nigga, shut yo’ mouth-“
“But they was all nasty girls and they made him pay for all kinds of shit to give up the booty, buyin’ em cars and shit. He ain’t make no money from crack, so he borrowed cash from us and from his grandmoms-“
“Nigga, I will bust you-“
“And he had this sissy cracker paying his rent all the damn time. Remember, nigga?”
The fat one laughed so hard his belly jiggled like Santa. “Remember that time Limey slapped you.” Then he imitated an older black man. “You sold one crack rock e’ry week, nigga. One rock a week. This ain’t some handmade crack where you sell it to connoisseurs fo’ an extra thousand bucks each, Mikey!” He guffawed. “That’s Bryan’s real name, you know. Mikey.”
“You fired, nigga! You fired for, spreading info’mation — false info’mation! — I ain’t payin’ you jack-shit!” Bryan’s face had turned reddish and he stamped his feet like an immature toddler having a breakdown.
They both laughed so hard they rocked back and forth. The tall one imitated someone else, a fae white man’s voice. “See you tonight, right, Michael? Right?” Then he imitated Bryan’s deep, smooth voice. “Yes, sir, Mr. Greenburg. I won’t go out to the clubs tonight so you can suck my armpit-“
“Nigga…” Bryan’s eyes were flat, his lips pursed. “That ain’t how it happened.” He paused. “Man, nigga, it weren’t even Greenburg who — Nevermind. Fuck you both. You’re both fired.” He glowered. Neither of his niggas responded like they thought they were really fired.
The tall one looked at Rob. “He’ll do it,” he said.
Bryan sighed and shook his head. “I… I ain’t say that.”
“Bryan, you have to pay us. That’s gotta happen. If you keep messin’ up yo’ scenes, you gonna have to make money some other way. You could still go apologize to that girl and make the scene. But you owe us money, man. You gots to pay it.”
Rob spoke up. “Two grand, okay? There’s actually two grand in that wad of bills.”
A long awkward silence filled the room. Bryan looked down at his cock — which was still hard — like it had betrayed him. He sighed and flared his nostrils again.
“C’mon, nigga. That’s more than you was gonna get paid for the scene,” the fat one said.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga,” Bryan muttered. He sighed. Without looking up, he whispered, “Fine. But if any of you evuh say anything, I will kill you, I swear to God. You two know I ain’t playin’.”
Judging from the look Bryan’s two niggas shared, they did think he was playing. Rob thought he was playing too. Bryan played like he was hard, but he was a lot softer than he let on.
Luckily his body was plenty hard. Rob planted his face right on Bryan’s left pec, which made him groan and throw his head back. His muscles tensed beneath Rob’s lips, as Rob slid down to his knees.
He was sweaty. He had gotten sweaty under the studio lights while starting the scene, but he had only gotten sweatier since then, especially now that he was nervous at being manhandled. His sweat tasted salty and musky, like an entire gym locker room distilled into one mind-blowing flavor.
“You promised you’d deep-throat it,” Bryan said. He snorted. He kept his head held high. It seemed that, since he wasn’t coming across as too tough right now, he was going to make up for that with dickishness. “So I’m gonna throat you down. If you want me to stop, you gotta tap my ass three times. Okay?”
“Wait-” Rob said. He patted Bryan’s ass more than three times, giggling at the sight of his meaty cheeks rippling. “I just wanted to practice-“
“That’s enough,” Bryan said. He didn’t wait any longer than that. He wrapped his hands around the back of Rob’s head and rammed his dick all the way in. He groaned animatedly — thought it seemed a little forced and practiced — and swayed his dick from side to side. He cackled as the movement caused Rob to gag. “See? No one can deep-throat my dick without gagging, on ‘ccount of it’s so big. You like it, huh?”
Rob nodded and said yes the best he could with Bryan’s cock jammed down his throat. He loved the flavor of it, the sweat-soaked musk of it, and the burst of salty precum on his tongue. He reached up to caress Bryan’s pecs with one hand, while his other roamed over Bryan’s asscheeks.
He let his hand slip between Bryan’s cheeks. He was perfectly smooth — he must have shaved his ass, Rob thought, no men were completely hairless in their asscrack. He was disappointed because he liked ass-hair.
He left his finger there at the entrance to Bryan’s hole, teasing the rim. “I ain’t let no queer in my ass, nigga, so you best get yo’ finger away. Don’t let my niggas confuse you. They was makin’ up stories ’bout that Greenburg shit. I don’t know no Greenburg, and I ain’t nevuh let ‘im in my ass, no way.” Bryan glared down at Rob, watching him swallow cock like it was a boring TV show.
The fat one snickered. “What about his tongue, nigga?”
Bryan shrugged. “Oh, that don’t count. Ain’t happen though, no. I let all kind of girls put they tongue in my asshole. You know I love that. But no men, never.” He paused and pulled his cock out. Gobs of spit dripped off it. Rob gasped for air. “You lick asshole? You wanna lick my asshole?” He smiled eagerly. “I ain’t nevuh done that, never let no sissy lick my ass.” He glared at his friends as though daring them to contradict him. “This’ll be my first time.”
“Yeah! I’ll do that! Hell yeah!” Rob said. He didn’t mean to sound so eager, and he winced as the men laughed at him.
Bryan laid on the ground on his back, then lifted his ass up, like a female porn star getting drilled. He supported himself on his shoulders and neck, his huge thighs trembling as he suspended them in the air and spread his asscheeks. His niggas even held onto his ankles to help him keep his legs aloft.
That was a perfect angle for Rob. He dove his face between those thick cheeks. It tasted perfectly clean, polished, like a life-like statue of a porn star. He even tasted lotion — did Bryan use lotion inside his ass?
But the funk of his ass shone through more and more the more Rob licked. He sucked down every drop of assjuice, and flickered his tongue deep into it. He made his rimjob loud and moist, suckling on Bryan’s asshole and generating so much spit that it spilled down his back and his crotch.
“Damn, nigga…” said the tall one. “That is one nasty sound.” They both laughed softly, a little nervously. They held Bryan’s legs up, facing away so they didn’t have to watch. The sound alone was enough to make them buckle like they had to suppress a gag.
“Goddamn, boy, fuck!” Bryan moaned. “You got a hell of a tongue. You should teach these white bitches how to lick ass. They don’t even get all up in there cuz the camera can’t really see it anyway, most of the time. They just lick the crack a bit.”
Rob’s fingers explored Bryan’s body. He stroked Bryan’s cock, but just once because that was enough to make it spasm, veins throbbing, Bryan gasping and biting his lip — he must really love rimjobs, he was on the verge of cumming, Rob thought.
He pulled his tongue out.
Bryan yelped, which he turned into a deep, more masculine-sounding bark partway through. His eyes were closed, ass still in the air, legs supported by his niggas. Rob licked both of those fleshy asscheeks, then blew on his asshole. He didn’t lick it, he just blew air over it.
“Aw, fuck, goddamn!” Bryan screamed like it hurt. His whole body rippled. He hyperventilated a little, until it made his niggas laugh at him, and Bryan stopped. Rob blew some more, and Bryan writhed. Finally Bryan pulled away and dropped his ass to the ground. He growled. “No blowin’ on my ass. I don’t like that.”
“Sure looked like you liked it.”
“You loved it, nigga. Don’t gimme that,” said the tall one with a suppressed chuckle.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bryan rolled his eyes. He lay on his back, limbs sprawled out. His dick stood straight up, begging for attention.
Without another word of warning, Rob mounted Bryan and lowered himself onto his cock. Bryan grunted and closed his eyes. Rob grunted too as a bolt of pain hit him. That didn’t last long, however, and the pain soon melted away into a deep, abiding pleasure.
It was uncomfortable though, until Rob’s ass loosened up enough to accept it. He moaned and bit his lip. He stroked his own cock.
“Oh wow, you ram me so good, daddy,” Rob said, again as feminine as possible. He sensed that Bryan was feeling down on himself, and he wanted to puff him up. “Can I kiss you?”
“Fuck no!” Bryan shouted, his voice suddenly full of so much confidence and bravado that his dick twitched in Rob’s ass. He screwed up his face, the serenity and bliss he displayed while getting a rimjob having vanished, replaced by tension and annoyance. “As a matter of fact, bitch, turn around and get off me. You don’t get to be on top. No way.”
Bryan stood up. He didn’t wait for Rob to agree or to do anything, he just used his powerful muscles to lift Rob up without taking him off his cock. A spasm of agony hit Rob’s ass, followed by a bolt of pleasure as his prostate came alive.
But it was awkward and painful, since Bryan pushed Rob into position. He forced Rob to rotate on Bryan’s dick — that was an extremely painful motion to do with a cock in his ass — until he was on all fours. Bryan was on top of him, and he leaned forward, resting both forearms on Rob’s back like it was a table.
“Alright, bitch, we doin’ this my way,” Bryan muttered. He slammed his hips all the way in like he was trying to make this difficult for Rob, who loved it as hard and rough as possible. Rob moaned. Bryan grunted and wrinkled his nose — he wanted to show off by cornholing Rob harder than he could handle. But Rob was determined to accept every ounce of pounding Bryan dished out.
He writhed on Bryan’s cock. Bryan used every muscle in his body to plow, slamming his barrel chest down on Rob’s back. Rob struggled to remain on all fours. He wanted to jack himself off, but he needed both hands to remain balanced on the ground.
“Take it, bitch,” Bryan muttered. “Beg me for it. You like big dick? Lemme hear it.”
“I want your big dick, Bryan-“
“Not so loud, ain’t nobody allowed to know,” Bryan said. “Say it, just say it quiet.” He wrapped one of his arms around Rob’s neck and pulled his head up. Rob was stretched, leaning forward so far that he would have fallen to the ground since his hands were not on the floor anymore, but Bryan held him up with one powerful arm. Since Rob was not supporting himself, he could do little more than focus on relaxing his ass so Bryan could pound away at it.
“I love your big cock, Bryan, it’s so huge. It’s the biggest I’ve ever taken, and you get so deep,” Rob said, trying to sound as feminine as he could muster.
“I know. Keep sayin’ it though,” Bryan said with a cocky laugh. When he laughed, his chest shifted against Rob’s back and his cock twitched in his ass.
The other two men stood in front of Rob, facing away with their arms across their chests. They whispered to each other, avoiding making eye contact with Rob the entire time.
Finally the tall one said, “Hey, uh, man… You gonna keep payin’ Mr. Plumper for’-?”
“Nope!” Bryan shouted. “This is a one-time thing.”
“A one-time thing like our paychecks, you mean? Or like a long-term thing, like the paychecks we gonna be gettin’ in the future?”
Bryan’s smile disappeared. “Nigga, you had better shut up ’bout that shit-“
“You had better pay up, Michael.”
“Quit callin’ me Michael. My name’s Bryan.”
They both sighed at each other. The tall one leaned down and lightly slapped Rob’s cheek to get his attention. He winced at the sight of Rob’s orgasm-addled eyes. “Ew, alright, nigga, I’s askin’ you a question. Mr. Plumper here would be glad to cornhole you e’ery week for two grand. You in?”
“I don’t know…” Rob said.
“I bet we can convince you,” said the fat one. He leaned into Bryan’s ear and whispered. Rob’s head was still pinned in front of Bryan’s neck and chest, gasping and heaving for air as he sucked on Bryan’s corded forearm. In that position, he could hear the tenor and tone of the fat one’s words, but he couldn’t make out the exact verbiage. It sounded like a firm suggestion.
Bryan blanched and pushed him away. “Man, fuck you, nigga. Get yo’ tongue outta my ear. Or pay two grand like this sissy.” He sighed. Despite Bryan’s words, it sounded like was going to do whatever the fat one had said. Bryan sighed again, sounding angry this time. He kept his one arm holding Rob against his chest.
Then his other hand stretched to Rob’s chest. “If any of you evuh tell anyone ’bout this, I swear to Christ I’ll slit yo’ goddamn throats.” Bryan’s deep voice rumbled, his chest muscles flexing against Rob’s back. His free hand roamed all the way down to Rob’s cock.
“Relax, Bryan. We won’t tell no one, you can trust us.”
“You told this bitch ’bout Mr. Greenburg.” Bryan paused and shuddered when his hand wrapped around Rob’s dick. “Which you made up, course. Ain’t no Mr. Greenburg.”
“Right.”
“Yeah, we shouldn’t’ve made that up, Bryan. Sorry.” The fat one looked Rob in the eye. “We was just teasin’ him. He ain’t nevuh do that. He never been no rentboy. He got lots of offers, but he always say no. He shoot e’ry white man who ask. He real gangsta like that.”
Rob didn’t believe it, but he didn’t say that. He just submitted as all of his muscles went limp — his orgasm began from the moment Bryan touched his dick. Bryan stroked his cock with one hand, slowly at first, then speeding up as both men reached orgasm at once.
Cum sprayed over Rob’s belly and onto the floor, coating Bryan’s hand with goblets of milky white. Bryan groaned in disgust, but he didn’t stop, he just kept on stroking as he finished his nut off in Rob’s ass.
The power of his own orgasm was heightened by the feel of jets of hot cum coating his prostate. Rob moaned so loud it was nearly a scream, and Bryan’s two niggas checked the door to make sure no one was outside. Bryan groaned right into Rob’s ear, which he even licked a little — seemingly out of habit — as he writhed and filled Rob up with his cum.
When they were both done, Bryan dropped Rob unceremoniously to the ground. His cock plopped right out of Rob’s ass. Bryan growled. He wiped his cum-dripping hand off on Rob’s face. “Get yo’ nut off my hand, bitch.” He muttered and shook his head. “I nevuh do reacharounds, just so you know. Don’t evuh ask me fo’ that.”
“Okay.” Rob was too breathless and overwhelmed to point out that that wasn’t true. He sighed and stretched his legs.
“You best wipe my dick off. That’s yo’ ass all over it.” Bryan stood. His muscles were flexed, like he was showing off or trying to intimidate Rob. He cackled arrogantly. “Prison rules, bitch. You got yo’ ass all over my dick, so you best get it nice and clean, I don’t care how much yo’ ass is bleeding.”
Rob got some tissues and wiped Bryan’s dick off. Bryan put his hands on his hips. His buddies exchanged knowing glances like they thought Bryan had no idea what prison rules were. He’d never been to prison.
“His ass ain’t bleedin’, nigga,” the fat one said with a laugh. “He ain’t intact-“
“Shut up.” Bryan took a deep breath. “His ass is bleedin’. You seen it. I seen it. He was beggin’ me to stop. I made him finish me off. Not that we evuh gonna tell no one ’bout this.” He snorted and sniffled. “Stupid weakling couldn’t handle it.”
Rob had all his clothes on. He handed over the wad of cash.
“That money best be in there, nigga. Don’t think I won’t track you down if it ain’t,” Bryan said. He straightened the pants he had just pulled back on. “I ain’t some kinda prettyboy. I am a straight-up thug, nigga. I got connections, ya dig? I will find you, and I will fuck you up.” His friends had to suppress a smile, but Rob saw it. Bryan faced away from them, so he didn’t see it. “You best believe me.”
Rob grinned. He opened his mouth as though he was going to respond, but instead he just let his fist fly. He punched Bryan right in the jaw. Though Rob was perhaps a third of Bryan’s size, he threw a mighty punch, which collided with Bryan’s dimpled chin.
Bryan groaned and collapsed to the ground. He just crumpled up like he was a toy person, landing in a heap on the ground. His two niggas burst into laughter. They clapped. Bryan wiggled, and his toes twitched.
Then Rob turned around and flounced away, leaving Bryan to stagger back to his feet while his two friends laughed. “See you next week, Bryan!”