Preference

Chase Brown smiled as he excitedly climbed out of his Ford Mustang and hurried into his townhouse. The reason why he was so excited was because he’d finally met someone who not only understood him but thought exactly like him. At a midtown bar, he met a sexy guy named Max who was a Trump supporter that believed the Democratic Party keeps all blacks in mental slavery. Living in Atlanta, it was nearly impossible to find someone who believed in the truth; therefore, Chase was on cloud nine while engaging in conversation with Max. He couldn’t wait to shower and head over to Max’s place for some late-night sex.

Cory Haughton, Chase’s roommate, stood in Chase’s doorway and asked, “Do you even know his last name?”

“Wilder,” Chase answered. “His last name is Wilder.”

“Sounds fake.”

“Man, I’m not gonna let you ruin my mood tonight. Do you know how long it’s been since I last had some good ass?”

“You mean white ass? There’s plenty of good bottoms around but you only want the white ones. Not only that, they have to think like you.”

“Cory, would you lay off tonight? Damn, I’m not in the mood to hear your liberal bullshit tonight. You weren’t like this in college.”

“I wasn’t like this in college?” Cory laughed and continued, “You’re the one who changed, Chase. It’s like in 2015, you became this different person and you’re not even fun to be around anymore.”

“Man, you’re the one that went crazy over sorry ass Hillary Clinton.”

“I only voted for her! I didn’t worship her the way you do Donald Trump. And the election has been over for two years, man. I don’t give a fuck about that. I give a fuck about you. You’ve lost your mind over this shit and it’s all you ever talk about.”

“Because it’s important. Trump is making things better for all of us and you sorry ass liberals won’t even admit it. You won’t even be happy for him. He’s making America great again and people like you will either submit or else.”

Cory looked at him and shook his head as he told him, “I wish you could hear how crazy you sound. You’ve joined a cult, Chase. That’s what this is. And I’ve been trying to tolerate you because you’re my best friend but I can’t deal with this anymore. I’m moving out.”

“Good. If this thing with Max goes well, then I can live with him. At least he’s not a weak liberal with a victimhood nigger complex.”

“Is that really who you think I am?” He stepped into Chase’s room and stared into his eyes without blinking and asked, “Or are you the one stuck in a nigger complex? You better be careful who the fuck you associate with, Chase. Do you honestly believe white supremacists want the best for men like me and you? We’re both gay black men who went to college and have careers.”

“Yeah, and?”

“That makes us targets. They can’t get to us any other way but to brainwash us into some bullshit cult. Well, they may have gotten you but they won’t get me. I see right through them. I see the truth. If you’d just open your third eye for a second, then you’d see it, too.”

“I want your shit out of here by the end of the month, man. This friendship is as dead as liberal ideas.”

“When the shit comes down on you – and I know it will – you better not call me for help. I want you to remember this moment right here. You’re not only throwing away our friendship, but you’re also throwing away an essential part of yourself.”

“Man, get the fuck out of here with that shit! You’ll see how wrong you are when this country is back at number one. Black unemployment is the lowest it’s ever been! Your precious lame ass Obama didn’t do that. Trump did.”

Without saying another word, Cory turned and left the room. He went into his own room and called a friend to ask if he could move in with them until he found another place. Later, he began packing and as he packed, Chase left the townhouse to go to Max’s place.

On the way there, he thought about the conversation he’d had with Cory. He wondered why it was so hard for Cory and other black people like Cory to understand they were being used by the Democratic Party to further the Democrat’s obsession with slavery. Bill Clinton was the most racist president in modern United States history, yet he was one of the most popular presidents in the black community. Why was that? Why couldn’t anyone believe that Trump, not Clinton, was the best president for black people?

“I’m outside right now,” Chase said to Max over FaceTime. “Do you want me to just come in?”

“Yeah,” said Max while looking into the camera. “Just walk in and you’ll see the freight elevator in the back.”

“Okay. I’ll be right up.” He climbed out of the car and as he was entering the old factory, he suddenly got an eerie feeling. Ignoring it, he pressed the button for the freight elevator and when the large door slid up on its own, he stepped on.

“Welcome to my creative home,” Max said to Chase the moment Chase stepped off of the freight elevator that led to Max’s loft inside an old factory.

“This place is interesting,” Chase said to him. When he stepped further away from the elevator, the large door closed by itself and the elevator went back down to the ground floor. “How did you get it?”

“It’s been in my family for years. I had the space up here converted into a loft.” He smiled as he stared at Chase and asked, “Would you like anything to drink?”

“You got vodka and grape juice?”

“I sure do. One vodka and grape juice coming up.” He stepped over to the kitchen area and began making the drink along with a drink for himself. “So, are you from here?”

“Yeah, I was born and raised here. I’m an Atlanta son through and through.”

“You said you went to Morehouse, right?”

“Yep. Class of 2013.”

Max finished making the drinks and brought them over. He handed one to Chase and then asked, “You’re clean, right?”

“Yes. I just got tested three weeks ago and I haven’t had sex since before then. What about you?”

“I’m clean. I got my recent test results if you wanna see them.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I’m on PrEP anyway.” He drank from his glass and then put his arm around Max so that he could squeeze his ass. “You ready for some BBC?”

“Hell yeah, daddy. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.” He reached down and grabbed Chase’s hard dick before asking, “Can you do that?”

“I can do that and then some.”

After finishing their drinks, they headed over to Max’s bed and began kissing and undressing. For the next hour and a half, they had wild sex and at Max’s request, Chase released his cum deep inside of him. For Chase, it was definitely some of the best sex he’d had in a while. He loved nothing more than fucking a tight white ass and shooting his cum into that tight white ass. However, he found himself thinking about what Cory had said to him earlier that night. He didn’t know why Cory’s words were suddenly bothering him but they were.

“I never thought I’d run into another Trump supporter here in Atlanta,” Max said while resting his head on Chase’s chest. “I especially never thought I’d run into a black one. You’re a unicorn around here, Chase.”

“I refuse to follow the sheep in this city. I’m a freethinker.”

“I hear that. I feel so much pity for the blacks who would rather follow the political party that didn’t want slavery to end.”

Chase laughed and said, “Yeah, they’re always going on about a party realignment that never happened. The Democratic Party is the same as it was back then.”

“Exactly. That’s why…” He was interrupted by a loud noise downstairs. “What was that?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m gonna call the cops.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I got my pistol down in my car.”

“But you’d have to walk through the factory to get outside.”

“Trust me, nobody will fuck with me. I’ll be right back.” He climbed out of Max’s bed and put his underwear and pants back on. After putting on his shoes, he headed over to the freight elevator and took it back down to the ground floor.

Not a second after he stepped off of the elevator, there was another loud noise that rang out through the factory. He looked over in the direction where the noise came from but didn’t see anyone. He then proceeded to leave the factory and headed out to his car. He got his pistol from his glove compartment and went back inside. He made his way back to the freight elevator and right after pressing the button for it, someone stabbed him in the back with a syringe. He turned around to see Max standing there with a smile on his face.

“Max…” he managed to say as he began losing consciousness. He dropped his pistol and said, “Why…”

“MAGA, my friend,” said Max. “MAGA.”

Chase collapsed to the floor and once he became unconscious, a group of six people wearing black robes with hoods walked up and picked him up from the floor. At Max’s direction, they carried Chase to another part of the factory. They chained his hands and feet and then raised him onto a platform. Ten minutes later, Chase regained consciousness. He looked at the six hooded people and tried to wrap his mind around what was happening.

“What the fuck!” he shouted so loud that his voice echoed throughout the large rundown factory. “Let me down from here!”

“MAGA! MAGA!” the group of hooded people chanted as they began to circle the platform where Chase was being hoisted up on.

“Stop! Let me down!”

“MAGA! MAGA! MAGA!”

“Max! Max, if this is some kind of joke, then it’s time to cut it out!”

The chanting stopped and Max stepped out of a back room wearing blue face paint covering his face with Trump 2020 written in red letters on his forehead. The six hooded people pulled their hoods back and revealed they also had blue face paint covering their faces with Trump 2020 written in red letters on their foreheads. Chase couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“You’re probably wondering what this is,” said Max with a big smile on his face. “Chase Brown, this is something you should be very proud to be a part of. We are delivering you to our one true leader.”

Chase struggled to free himself from the chains as he asked, “What is this? What the fuck are you doing?”

“This is something we’ve been doing since the night of Trump’s inauguration,” said Max. “And with important elections coming up this year, we need to do it now more than ever.”

“Do what?”

“Sacrifice a black body for Donald J. Trump.”

“Hail Trump!” shouted one of the other cultists.

“That’s right,” said Max. “Hail Trump!”

“But I’m a supporter, too,” Chase pleaded. “Why are you going to sacrifice me? What is this?”

Max stopped smiling as he explained, “Black and other non-white followers of President Trump are generous to offer their flesh and souls as sacrifices to further the MAGA agenda. Your sacrifice brings the best luck to our leader.”

“You people are sick! You let me down right now, you sick motherfuckers!”

“You will do what you were born to do and you will enjoy it,” Max snapped at him. “You chose to be a sacrifice when you decided to vote for and support Trump. There is no backing out of it now.”

“But I didn’t sign up for this. I only wanted to help make this country better.”

“And you are. By sacrificing yourself, you’re ensuring that America will be made great again. And this country will only be made great again when it is a white only country.”

“What?”

Max laughed as he asked, “Oh, you didn’t think just because your big black cock pleasured me and filled me with your nigger sperm that I somehow accept you as my equal, did you? Chase, I love black dick, not black men. I loathe black people.”

“But you said…”

“Forget everything I’ve said except for in this moment. MAGA isn’t for blacks or Jews or anyone who isn’t a white Christian. This country will be a white country, come hell or high water. And you have rightfully accepted it.” He smiled again as he reached into his robe and pulled out a long knife. The others pulled knives and swords from their robes. Max then picked up a roll of duct tape and tore off a big piece before asking Chase, “Is there anything else you would like to say?”

“Fuck you, you sick piece of shit! Let me go! You’re all going to get in trouble for this. The police will–”

“The police are on our side, you dumb nigger,” called out one of the other cultists. “My brother is a cop that knows all about this. Many of the white officers know about it and so do some of the black ones. Your people are outnumbered, man. You’re simply outnumbered. We truly are the silent majority and those of you who have pledged your loyalty to President Trump are helping make this country great again by bringing him luck. You should be excited to die for our leader.”

“Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I’m gonna shoot you all and…” He continued to mutter things as Max covered his mouth with tape.

“Alright,” said Max. “We need to make this quick and then clean up so that I can dispose of his car. I’d need someone to make sure his phone is destroyed and untraceable.”

“I’ll take care of that,” said another cultist.

“Great.” He grinned and told them all, “Let’s get to it.”

Without any hesitation, he stabbed Chase in the stomach, causing Chase to scream out in pain. As the others took turns stabbing and slicing him, his screams were muffled by the tape. When Max stabbed him deep in the chest and cut him open down to his stomach, he went into shock and died. One of the others finished cutting down his abdomen and some of his intestines fell to the floor. Max then pulled down Chase’s pants and castrated him and after kissing his detached penis, dropped it along with his testicles to the floor and stepped on them repeatedly.

“MAGA! MAGA!” the cultists chanted as they got down on their knees in front of Chase’s mutilated body.

“May this sacrifice bring President Trump all the luck he needs,” Max proclaimed. “MAGA.”

Although he never heard from Chase again, Cory moved out of the townhouse they’d been living in together since their college days. He participated in an effort to find Chase but gave up after two weeks of searching. Chase had become yet another non-white Trump supporter that had gone missing in America since 2017. Meanwhile, in the same gay bar where he’d met Chase, Max Wilder set his sights on a black man wearing a red MAGA hat. He smiled as he made his way over to introduce himself to another sacrifice.

Written by D.A. Morrison