Kenan took the famous dick out of his mouth and turned around. "Cut that out, nigga," said Kenan. "I didn't sign up for this gay shit."
"What the fuck you say white bitch?" asked Kenan's favorite rapper.
"Yo man your nigga trying to fuck me. I don't play that gay shit."
Kenan's favorite rapper whistled and security opened the door. "Get all my niggas," said Kenan's favorite rapper. "This white boy needs a lesson."
The security guard nodded and before long the small dressing room was full of black people wearing chains.
"You shouldn't use that word," said Kenan's favorite rapper. "Now you gotta pay reparations to my niggas."
All at once Kenan was surrounded by dick as zippers ripped and dicks flopped. "I didn't sign up for this!" yelled Kenan as tears came. "I didn't sign up for this gay shit!"
He took load after load, some of it slipping off him and making the floor slippery. Dicks poked his ears, eyes, sides, until he gave up and though his ass was torn bloody he began to feel a strange comfort in his blanket of cum.
When his tears ran out and his stomach was full, Kenan's favorite rapper showered him with dollar bills and left him there, cum and papered, saying, "You'll never be a nigga. You're nothing but a pussy."
Kenan stood up and tried to walk to the bathroom but slipped on all the cum. He slid across it on his chest until he could get to the shower but the door was locked and so began the terrible trip home, picking the dollar bills off him in hopes a taxi would take him away from this nightmare and back to his comfortable suburban home where his mom would hug and kiss him, cum and all.
