Four large men occupy the room. All taking part in drinking, smoking and hanging amongst one another. YK immediately notices that he's the smallest person in the room and begins to feel a little uncomfortable.
Drake walks in and places his hand on YK's shoulder, nudging him towards the alcoholic beverages.
Drake - "Whats up man, you finally made it. So glad you're here."
Drake says as he reaches the bar area and pulls YK in for a homies embrace. YK inquired about the rest of the people coming and where the women are and Drake brushes the questions off by shushing YK and insisting others must be running behind.
He urges YK to get some drink in him and waves the bartender over.
Drake - "Yo, get my man here something good. Treat him well okay?"
He says as he winks to the big burly, bearded bartender who looks YK up and down, grins and nods in agreement. Drake leaves and the bartender gives YK a drink.
Not thinking anything's awry, YK gulps down the beverage and orders another. After downing his second, he gets a tingle in his loins and he starts to get a little hard. Soon after, his dick is throbbing in his pants.
His asshole begins to twitch and moisten as he leans forward to the edge of the bar top. The lip of the table flicks his nipples which are tender and he quietly moans while he gently bites down on his lower lip. His dick responds to the sensation with a bulging throb.
He takes another one of the bartenders concoctions and grabs his dick to calm himself down while taking some deep breaths. He starts to feel light headed and tipsy. He looks at the bartender who cleans a glass and stares back at him, lightly laughing at his drunken demeanor.
Osiris - "I know I'm not this fucked up off a couple drinks."
He thought to himself as Drake entered the room again. YK leaned down to rest his head on his arms when Drake walks up and places his hand on YK's back and rubs gently up and down.
Drake - "You good bro?"
Osiris - "Yeah, just got a lil dizzy. I didn't eat before I came."
YK responds while Drake continues to stroke his spine. Drake's hand eventually ventures further down and he lifts YK's jacket and shirt to expose his Ethika underwear. He reaches down the back of YK's jeans and palms his buttock so hard that his cheeks spread open.
YK lifts his head from the bar and looks back at Drake, who's smiling and brushes away his hand.
Osiris - "What is you on? Bruh chill."
He says through a nervous chuckle.
Osiris - "I'm not with that shit bro."
Drake - "I'm just joking..."
Drake says as he retrieves his hand from underneath YK's waistband. Walking away from the bar Drake's voice grows louder.
Drake - "...but you know what's not funny? You being debt to me for 60 G's. That's a lot of money and I usually don't even loan that amount."
Drake pulls out his phone and has one of his people film him make a deal with YK Osiris to settle the debt under two circumstances. One being he has to perform in his crib right now.
Before he can say anything else, YK springs into action and starts singing his heart out. His body starts to get heavy and his legs get wobbly like he's running out of energy.
He ends his performance by dropping to his knees and holding a note. The other patrons applaud.
YOU ARE READING
Drakes Debt.
FanfictionYK Osiris seems to have a bit of a gambling problem and it all come to a head when he lets his debt to Drake accrue to over $60K. With YK so far in the red, Champagne Papi devises a scheme to collect what he's owed, one way or another.
