`WTF, Leon! Get over here — look at this shit!" Bonnie lay on the bed in nothing but black lace lingerie, the tiny thong already soaked through, glued to her phone and gasping like she'd just seen Jesus himself.
"What?" Leon approached real careful, shirtless and already sore as fuck. Two straight days of hiding from Davis had turned their shitty little house into a nonstop fuck-den. His kidneys felt like they'd been kicked by a mule, and he was visibly skinnier — ribs starting to show under the skin. Every time Bonnie got bored she'd climb on him like a cat in heat. He was half-convinced this was just round whatever-the-hell-they-were-on now.
He leaned over the bed. "Baby, I swear if this is another one of your 'quickie' traps I'm gonna—"
Bonnie grabbed his wrist and yanked him down on top of her, shoving the iPhone 3GS right in his face. Her big fake tits pressed against his chest, nipples hard through the lace. "Shut up and look, you idiot! You're trending on YouTube!"
The video was unmistakably him — dim subway lights, beat-up acoustic, singing Take Me to Church a cappella like a possessed man. The title screamed: Brownsville Street Jesus – Viral Subway Performance 🔥
Leon blinked. "Who the fuck filmed—"
"Doesn't matter!" Bonnie cut him off, already grinding her soaked pussy against his thigh through the thin lace. "It's at 200,000 views! Two hundred thousand, baby! You're famous! My deadbeat roommate is a fucking celebrity!"
Her eyes were wild with lust and greed. Fame in Brownsville hit different — especially for a broke white boy who looked like Kurt Jesus's dirty little brother. She bit her lip, voice dropping to that slutty rasp he knew too well. "You're really gonna make it, Leon… Quick, drop those pants. I gotta reward my future superstar right fucking now."
Before he could protest, Bonnie shoved him onto his back, ripped his shorts down, and his thick white cock sprang out — already half-hard just from the smell of her wet pussy. She didn't waste a second. She spun around, ass facing him, and started twerking hard — that perfect stripper ass clapping and jiggling in the lace thong, cheeks rippling like waves while she arched her back and looked back at him with pure whore eyes.
"Watch this, Street Jesus," she moaned, reaching back to pull the thong aside so her dripping pink pussy winked at him. "This is what a famous man gets every night."
Leon groaned, exhausted but his cock betrayed him — throbbing rock-hard now. "Fuck… Bonnie, I'm dead, baby. Two days straight—"
"Shut the fuck up and take your reward." She dropped down, swallowed his cock in one greedy motion — all the way to the balls in her warm, sloppy throat. Wet gagging sounds filled the room as she bobbed like a pro, spit dripping down his shaft onto his heavy balls. Her ass kept twerking inches from his face, cheeks clapping.
Leon grabbed two handfuls of that fat ass and spread her wide, burying his tongue straight into her soaked cunt from behind. He ate her like a starving man — long, filthy licks from clit to asshole, sucking her swollen lips while she deepthroated him harder, moaning around his cock and making it vibrate.
"Mmmph—fuck yes, eat that pussy, superstar!" she gasped, popping off his dick for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to the shiny head. "You're blowing up and this cunt is yours whenever you want it."
She climbed up, straddled him reverse-cowgirl, and slammed down — taking every thick inch in one go. "Fuuuuck— so deep!" Bonnie screamed, immediately bouncing like a pornstar, ass rippling and clapping loud against his thighs. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, creaming down his shaft with every bounce.
Leon's hands slapped her ass hard — SMACK SMACK SMACK — leaving red handprints while she rode him like she was trying to break his dick off. "That's it, you greedy stripper slut — ride your famous man. Milk this cock that's gonna buy you diamonds and new heels."
Bonnie was losing it — eyes rolled back, tongue out, moaning loud enough for the whole block. "Yes—yes—fuck me, Leon! I'm cumming on my viral boyfriend's dick—!"
She squirted hard, hot girl-cum gushing down his balls and soaking the sheets, body shaking violently. But she didn't stop. She spun around to face him, planted her hands on his chest, and kept riding — tits bouncing wildly in the lace bra, blonde hair a mess, screaming his new nickname over and over.
"Street Jesus—Street Jesus—gonna make me famous too—fuck me pregnant if you want, I don't care!"
Leon finally flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her into the mattress — hard, deep, relentless strokes even though his back was screaming. The bed slammed the wall like a drum. "You want fame, baby? This is how I give it to you — by wrecking this pussy every night while the whole world watches me blow up."
He rubbed her clit fast and brutal. Bonnie came again, harder, nails raking his back, pussy spasming and squirting all over his abs. "Cum inside me—fill your famous whore—please!"
With a guttural groan Leon buried himself balls-deep and exploded — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her womb, so much it leaked out around his cock and dripped down her ass. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop while she trembled and whimpered beneath him, completely fucked-out and glowing.
They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap. Bonnie kissed his neck lazily, still clenching around his softening cock. "Holy shit… my man is really Street Jesus. I'm never letting you go."
Leon gave her ass one last slap, breathing hard, that devilish grin on his face even though he felt like he'd run a marathon. "Told you I'd make it up to you, baby. Now… I need food before I pass out."
He pulled out slowly — a thick glob of his cum pouring from her ruined pussy — and staggered up, legs shaky. Bonnie just lay there smiling like a well-fucked queen, phone still playing the video on loop.
Leon snatched his guitar and bolted for the door before she could drag him back for round two.
charity line at the church was long as always…
Afternoon
Leon kicked the front door open with his boot, pockets bulging like he'd robbed a liquor store. Hundreds of crumpled singles, fives, even a few twenties spilled out when he dumped the cash on the kitchen table — over four hundred bucks from one single subway performance as "Street Jesus." The tablecloth toga was already stuffed in the trash outside; he'd changed back into his regular jeans and faded Metallica shirt before coming home.
Bonnie was sprawled on the couch in nothing but a tiny pink thong and one of his oversized T-shirts, scrolling her phone. The second she saw the mountain of cash her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open like she'd just won the lottery.
"Holy… fucking… shit, Leon! Is this all from yesterday? The homeless niggas and the YouTube crowd really paid you like that?"
Leon grinned that devilish, exhausted-but-still-horny grin, already peeling off his shirt. Two days of nonstop fucking plus yesterday's marathon busking had him leaner and meaner, but his cock was already thickening in his jeans at the sight of her. "Told you, baby. Street Jesus prints money now. That's just the beginning. Tonight I'm taking you out — new heels, new lingerie, whatever my famous stripper wants. But first…"
He grabbed her by the throat gently, pulled her up off the couch and kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth while his free hand yanked the thong down her thighs. Bonnie moaned into the kiss, grinding her already-wet pussy against his thigh.
"Fuck yes, daddy," she breathed, dropping straight to her knees like the greedy whore she was. "Let me thank my viral man properly this time."
She ripped his jeans open, fished out his thick white cock — already rock-hard and veiny — and swallowed him to the balls in one sloppy motion. Wet gagging sounds filled the room as she bobbed, spit dripping down her chin onto her fake tits. Leon fisted her blonde hair and fucked her throat slow and deep, watching her mascara run.
"That's my good girl. Suck the dick that's gonna make us rich."
After a few minutes he pulled her up, bent her over the kitchen table right next to the pile of cash, and slammed into her dripping pussy from behind. Bonnie screamed, ass rippling with every brutal thrust. "Fuuuuck—yes! Wreck me, Street Jesus!"
He pounded her hard for a minute, then pulled out, slick with her cream, and pressed the fat head against her tight pink asshole.
Bonnie's eyes widened, but she pushed back like a pro. "Do it, baby—take my ass. I want you to own every hole now that you're blowing up."
Leon spat on his cock, rubbed the head around her puckered hole, then pushed in slow and steady until the head popped past her tight ring. Bonnie gasped, nails scraping the table, but her ass relaxed fast — years of stripping and wild nights had trained her. He sank balls-deep into her hot, gripping ass in one long stroke.
"Shiiiit— so fucking tight," he groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He started thrusting — long, deep, filthy strokes that made her ass cheeks clap loudly against his pelvis. Bonnie was losing her mind, moaning like a pornstar, pushing back to meet every thrust.
"Harder—fuck my ass harder, Leon! Ruin it—make me your famous anal slut!"
He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit fast while he railed her asshole, the table shaking so hard the cash fluttered to the floor. Bonnie came violently — pussy squirting all over his balls and thighs, asshole spasming around his cock like a vice. Her legs shook so bad he had to hold her up.
Leon didn't slow down. He pounded her ass mercilessly for another minute, then pulled out with a wet pop, cock shiny and glistening from her ass.
"On your knees, baby. Clean me up."
Bonnie spun around instantly, no hesitation, eyes glazed with lust. She grabbed his throbbing cock and shoved it straight into her mouth — ass-to-mouth like a filthy champion. She sucked and licked every inch, moaning around him, tasting her own ass while staring up at him with pure devotion.
"Mmmph—tastes so good, daddy… your famous cock straight from my ass…"
Leon groaned, fisting her hair, and fucked her face until he exploded — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her throat. Bonnie swallowed every drop like a good girl, sucking him clean until he was twitching and empty, then licked down the shaft and balls for good measure, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
She popped off with a satisfied gasp, lips shiny, a string of spit and cum connecting her to his cock. "Best fucking reward ever… My man's really Street Jesus now."
Leon pulled her up, kissed her deep and slapped her ass one last time. "Damn right. Now go shower — we're spending some of this cash tonight. You're gonna look like the queen of Brooklyn."
Bonnie smiled, glowing and cum-drunk, already planning her new stripper outfits while cum still leaked from her well-fucked ass.
Two days gone. Only one left until the signing with T-Ray.
Scared of Davis coming for revenge, Leon hadn't shown his face at the subway station the whole time. Black guys around here had wild wiring — one wrong glance, one "what the fuck you staring at," and guns came out. Simple as that.
What Leon pulled on Davis was straight-up betrayal at best, dream-crushing at worst. So he'd stayed locked inside the shared house like a bitch.
To keep Bonnie from riding his ass too hard, his kidneys had been on overdrive. He was visibly skinnier already.
"WTF, Leon! Get over here — look at this shit!" Bonnie lay on the bed in nothing but lace lingerie, glued to her phone and gasping like she'd just seen Jesus himself.
"What?"
Leon approached real careful. He was half-convinced this was another trap to drag him back to round whatever-the-hell-they-were-on now.
He honestly couldn't take much more.
Canned bacon and processed crap every day, plus three high-intensity sessions like clockwork — his lower back was already starting to throb.
"Hurry up! You're trending on YouTube!"
"YouTube? Kinda rings a bell."
Leon still didn't own a smartphone, so he knew jack shit about any of these platforms.
The whole "internet celebrity" thing had been around since 2004, but nobody really cared yet. Then in March 2010 YouTube started dropping free full episodes, TV series, even sports streams — and the user numbers exploded.
Bonnie worked the late-night club scene, so she was always on top of the new hot shit. Any free second, she was face-down in that phone.
"It's complicated — just come look!"
After triple-checking it wasn't a sex trap, Leon took the iPhone 3GS from her hand, suspicious as hell.
The video was unmistakably him in the dim subway station, strumming and singing Take Me to Church completely a cappella.
The title was even crazier — Brownsville Street Jesus.
Visually, the messy long hair and scruffy beard made him look a lot like movie-version Kurt Jesus.
"Who the fuck filmed this?"
Leon scratched his head, then it clicked.
Had to be one of the spectators that day who recorded and uploaded it.
"It's already at 200,000 views! This is insane — you're actually about to blow up!"
"Blow up? 200k views a lot?"
Bonnie grabbed his face and planted two loud kisses on his forehead, then patiently broke it down for him.
In the current internet world, anything over 100k views was already considered huge.
Leon listened in a daze but got the basic picture.
"What's the point? Can views turn into cash?"
"Nope." Bonnie shook her head. "But it means you're a celebrity in Brownsville now."
"My roommate is famous!"
Watching her lose her mind with joy, Leon just didn't get it. Without a way to actually make money off it, fame only brought headaches.
"You're really gonna make it, Leon! Quick, drop those pants — I gotta reward you right!"
She ripped off her last scrap of clothing and started twerking hard right at him.
The high-speed ass-shaking made Leon's liver twitch. He snatched his guitar and bolted for the door, heading straight to the church for today's free meal.
The charity line was long as always. While waiting, Leon muttered, "Fuck… A hundred years ago plantation owners at least fed the slaves fried chicken. Now rotten potatoes and corn count as charity?"
"You… You're Street Jesus?!"
"What?"
Leon turned and saw an old Black homeless man staring at him in pure terror, finger shaking like a leaf.
Then more and more people in line spotted him. They forgot their empty stomachs and swarmed over.
"What the hell are you all staring at?!"
Leon was genuinely confused. He'd only gotten a little famous online — how the fuck did even the homeless in Brownsville know his face?
These people couldn't afford smartphones.
Only girls like Bonnie in the nightlife game carried the latest phones to flex their "hoe energy."
Most of these bums probably hadn't touched a computer in their lives.
So how the hell did they know "Street Jesus"?
Being circled by a pack of homeless men sent chills down his spine — especially the hungry-wolf shine in their eyes.
These guys had been sexually starved for years. At this point they probably didn't even care if the person was human.
"Everybody calm the fuck down. Can someone please explain what's going on?"
One old homeless man dumbly pointed at the graffiti wall nearby. Leon looked over.
The wall that used to be covered in gang slogans and gun drawings had been completely redone.
Now it was a giant mural of him angrily roaring into the guitar, with a glowing halo thoughtfully added above his head.
The graffiti hit even harder than the video. The ghetto never ran out of real artists.
"Looks like Bonnie was right… I really am famous in Brownsville now."
Leon stared at the massive piece in a daze while the crowd got louder and louder.
"Street Jesus… can I get a hug? All four of my ex-wife's kids aren't mine."
"Can you say a prayer for me? I'm fighting alcohol addiction…"
"Can I kiss you?"
These guys had clearly been broken by life and drugs. They were straight-up hallucinating, projecting the real Jesus onto him.
Leon fought like hell to break free while cursing, "Fuck off! What the hell is wrong with you pathetic loser niggas? Get away from me! God's call obviously can't wake your asses up!"
"The only thing you understand is the sound of a fucking whip!"
After a brutal struggle he finally escaped the mob, still cursing the stupid nickname for all the trouble it caused.
He wanted to light up to calm his nerves but the pack was empty. He had less than three dollars on him total.
A so-called internet celebrity, an about-to-drop-a-record singer, and all he had was barely enough for a single condom.
"…Got it."
A dirty little money-making idea popped into Leon's head.
Since even the homeless knew his face, he was already a minor "star" in Brownsville.
He doubled back to the church, waited till the volunteers weren't looking, and swiped a spare white tablecloth. Then he grabbed his guitar and headed straight for the subway station.
After some quick work in the station bathroom, he stepped out in full glory.
Barefoot. Wrapped head-to-toe in the white tablecloth.
Wild long hair, messy beard — he looked exactly like Jesus reborn, here to carry the suffering of the world.
The look was impossible to miss. The second he started playing Take Me to Church in the station, a massive crowd packed in tight.
By the time he hit the chorus, the whole place was whipped into a frenzy.
They sang along, completely carried away, and started throwing bill after bill at him.