The bottom and his thug

The Final Chapter

Wale POV

I am making bank, and getting fucked nonstop, by all these little boys. Ka'Shon is house hunting for us, and running the apartment buildings, and Dre is working security over at the club run by the mob. 

I walk into work. "Hey boss, we have a situation over on 3rd." Daevon approaches me and reports. 'A bottom can't even have a cup of coffee first, huh? Whats happening?" I quip. "The Ballers have intercepted a drug shipment we were supposed to receive today. One of our middlemen, George, was killed in the process." Daevon says. "Okay, what are my options?" I say, as we enter my office. "Well, I recommend a show of force. Something telling the Ballers, and every other fucker, that we aren't to be fucked with." He responds. "send some of best guys over there, do a standard drive/by. But also, put everyone we have on the streets and the warehouse on high alert." I say. I sometimes worry i bit of more than i could chew. I mean, im used to sucking the boss-man's dick, not being the boss man. "Oh, and before you leave Daevon, whip it out" I say, with a wink.

He whips out his long ass dick. I drop to my knees, and lick the tip. He puts his head back because of the pleasure. Its funny, being the bottom and the boss at the same time. He grabs my head, and fucks my face. Grind in and out of my mouth, the head of his shaft stabbing my throat each time. I have slobber and precum dripping down my face. He pulls out, I stand up, pull down my pants and lean over my desk. He gets on his knees, and starts to eat my bussy. He bites my ass cheek, and slaps it, licks up and down my crack, and then penetrates my asshole with his tongue. I grind against his face, pushing his face deeper and deeper into me. I moan at the pleasure. I look at my closed door, and through the fogged glass, i can see bystanders listening at the door. Might as well give them a show. "Ohhh, daddy! Fuck me now!" I moan, as loudly as i can. Daevon kisses me, and thrusts his entire dick into me all at once. Fucking me, in and out, harder and harder. I can feel the precum dripping from my ass. I feel tears of pleasure roll down my face. I arch my back, and start to back into his dick. He is thrusting faster and faster. I cum from the overwhelming pleasure of getting fucked. Finally, he pulls out, i drop to my knees, and i swallow all of his cum. I wipe my face, and we get dressed. "Okay, get to work. And tell the EAVESDROPPERS to get to work also." I say, winking.

After Fernando died, i not only become in charge of the underground drug ring, but also own the store. So, most of my day, i deal with angry customers. I am in my office, when one of my cashiers come in. "Sir, someone here asked to speak to the manager" she says. 'I'll be right there" I respond. I walk out, to see a big latino man, angry looking. "Hello sir, how can i help you?" I ask. "Nobody fucks with the ballers" he yells, as he pulls a gun out of his jacket and shoots. I drop to the floor, i was hit. I don't know how many times. I start shaking. The man runs out of the store. Bystanders drop down to help me. Im laying in a pool of blood. Daevon comes out and kisses my forehead. I pass out with him hold my hand......

Daevon POV

First thing i do is call Ka'Shon, but he isn't answering. I was so angry. I love Wale. I drop to my knees and pray that is okay. I go to myself, and grab my glock from my desk drawer. I hope in a company car, and drive to the Ballers. They will pay for this! 

I arrive at the ballers HQ, a broken down house in the middle of the ghetto. I wait until nightfall. I take cover behind my car, and start shooting. Two guards on the front porch, down. One coming from inside the house, down. Upstairs window, down. Just then, I get shot in the leg. I drop to the ground, and shoot the person that shot me. My phone is in the car, i crawl to get it. I pass out, probably from blood loss. The last thing i remember is that I love Wale.

Daevon bled out and died.

Ka'Shon POV

I am looking for houses, and with our budget, theyre more like mansions. So excited things are going in the right direction. I am limping, still sore last night from Dre. He tore me a new one, literally. 

Last night: "Jamar is asleep baby. Lets me get sum" Dre says, with a smirk. "Fine, but keep it down" I respond. "Me keep it down? You keep it down, afterall, this dick is huge" He jokes. I laugh. I turn over, and stick my butt up. He eats me out passionately. He gets the belt from the back of the door. "Whoa, whats going on?" I ask. "You've been a bad boy baby" He says, as he spanks me. i yelp. I continued to spank me. My ass feels like its on fire. I feel tears rolling down my face. He then slides under me, and guides his dick into me. I moan from pleasure and pain. Wale knocks on our door "Y'all keep it down." He demands. "Nigga, go back to bed." Says Dre. He thrusts into me. We fuck for what felt like days. Finally, he cums inside me. I could feel it leaking out. We fall asleep with his dick still inside me. Talk about a sticky mess in the morning!

Somebody has been blowing my phone up all day. I arrive home with Jamar, to grab lunch. I listen to my voicemail. "Hey Ka'Shon, its Daevon, i work with Wale at the warehouse. There has been a security breach and Wale has been shot. He was in critical condition and rushed to the hospital. 

I rush, grab my keys and Jamar, and was about to leave for the hospital, when i get another call. Must be Dre, i say to myself. "Hey, Dre, Wale is in the...." I was interrupted." "Excuse me, sir? This is Atlanta General Hospital. We received your friend Wale a few hours ago. You were his emergency contact. We regret to inform you that Wale was pronounced dead about 10 minutes ago. " I hang up the phone, and burst out in tears. I scream. After an hour of crying, i wipe my tears, and put Jamar in his crib. I call Dre, he doesnt answer. He is at work. I text him: "Come home now. Emergency."

I go into the bathroom, and take every pill in our medicine cabinet. I can no longer deal with this life. One disappointment after another. First my brother and now Wale. I just couldnt handle it any longer. I collapse on the floor, and my vision fades. My breathing becomes shallow, and i pass out.

Ka'Shon had a severe overdose and died.

Dre POV

Slim texted me a scary message: "Come home now. Emergency." 

I ask my boss to leave early, and he says yes. I head home. I enter out apartment, and Jamar is screaming in his crib. "Ka'Shon?! Wale?!" I scream. Nobody responds. I try to open the bathroom door. Its locked. I knock. No answer. I bust through. Ka'Shon is laying on the floor unconscious. He overdosed. I was informed at the hospital that Wale died too. What did i do to deserve this? Two people i love are dead. It is my fault. I introduced to this thug life. Its all my fault. I have no choice but to do better for my son. Thats what Wale and Ka'Shon would've wanted. 

15 years later (age 15)

We move to a house in the suburbs. I quit my job at the club, and get an honest job in real estate. We are making a comfortable living. I save up enough money to send him to the best colleges available. He wants to be a lawyer. I am so proud of my son. Ka'Shon would be too. He loved me and he loved my son.

3 years later (age 18)

My son graduates from high school with flying colors and moves away to college. He got into Howard School of Law.

2 years later (age 20)

I struggle with loneliness, depression, and anxiety when he leaves. I started doing drugs, but after almost ODing twice, i go to rehab.

5 years later (age 25)

Jamar marries DeAngelo Davis, and takes his husbands last name

5 years later (age 30)

Jamar owns his own law firm, Davis and partners, and serves on the Atlanta city council.

10 years later (age 40) year 2040

Jamar, at age 40 is currently the Governor of Georgia. Dre was diagnosed with lung cancer, probably from his days with drugs. Dre dies at age  60. Ka'Shon would've been 58, and Wale 57.

Spin-off story: The scandalous son