The bottom and his thug

Wale POV

It's been a day since my...encounter with Fernando. I, for obvious reasons, haven't spoken to him since, but today, I am scheduled to work with him at the store. I get dressed, and head towards Ka'Shon room. I open the door. "Don't you know how to knock nigga?" Dre quipped. "My bad! This is my best friends room. Speaking of him, have you heard from him at all?" I responded. "Not at all. I don't get it, we were just fixing things. I dont know what to do anymore Wale" Dre said, almost showing emotion. He really loves my best friend. "I know. Ive been calling him since I got home yesterday. No answer!" I said, worried and at a loss for words. "Me too! He was supposed to watch Jamar today, because I got that petty ass job interview he was so insistent on me getting. Who is gonna watch my son?"Dre said. "You know I would, but I gotta work. Ask the lesbian neighbors, they seem cool. Also, don't hate on a job. A job is a job. And its not like we really struggling, Ka'Shon just wanted everyone to chip in. I gotta go" i say, as I kiss my nephew and leave. You know, even though he put Ka'Shon through hell. You almost feel for the guy. I finally reach the bottom floor and head for my car. Our landlord, Mr Jenkinson, is leaving his apartment. Locking what must be 20 locks. "Morning Mr Jenkinson."I say, joyfully. "Shut the fuck up, cocksucking faggot. I got more complaints for you apartment last week. Sex noises too loud. Too much dick to handle? Next complaint,  I'm raising the rent. Somebody outta profit off of your hoeing" he telled. I just stormed off, towards my car. First of all, I wanted to say something. I really wanted to kick him in the balls, but we need this apartment. Its finally feeling like home. But he works my nerve. And second of all, why do these ugly ass neighbors gotta hate. Just cuz yall aint getting any, dont mean you gotta hate. I get in my car, and start it. I look in my rear view mirror, and almost had a conplete heart attack. Fernando is in the back if my fucking car. This papi just scared the fuck outta me. 

"Yo! What the fuck?"I snap. "What baby? Dont like surprises " he says as he pulls out a diamond necklace from behind him. "Nigga, stop playin with me. "I say, overwhelmed with joy. He jumps in the front seat, smelling delightful, like sweat and cologne. A man! And places the necklace around my neck. "Beautiful, but not as beautiful as you sexy" he says. "Thank you! I love it! But why?" I ask. "Listen, i came in you last night. Far as im concerned, you're my bitch. Not come help me bust a nutt in that mouth before work" he said. I am speechless, so, of course, i obey. 

i pull his semi-hard dick out, must already be 7 inches. I kiss the tip, and lick around the top. You could tell he was feeling sensations, because he threw his head back. I spit on his shaft, and start jerking it with my hand. Lathering the top, and sliding my saliva down that pole. I get to work on his balls, licking then and putting them in my mouth. I lick his balls until they're nice and wett. Then, i open my mouth as wide as i could, and start sucking his dick. He grinds into my mouth, and puts his hands on my head, shoving me further down his cock, choking me, as his pole was stabbing the back of my threat. I could feel his dick pulsating. He got rougher and rougher, pulling his dick out of my mouth, only to shove it back in! Faster and faster. "Ahhhhhh! im bout to cum bae"my new daddy says as he pulls out and shoots cum all over my face, and rubs it all over with his dick. He puts himself away, and pulls up his pants. "That was great. Are we...a couple?"i ask. "You got a little of my sauce on your face" he jokes as he hands me napkins from the glove compartment. "And yeah. Its not just about sex, although you got it going. I feel a connection. Do you?"he responds. "Yes. At least, I think. All of my previous relationships shouldn't have happened and were just about sex. So, im complicated. And a little slutty. By the way, how did you afford this necklace?" I say. "I understand. And, I'm not just a grocery store manager mami. I import cocaine, heroin, weed, and guns. And I would like you to be my manager. The dealers would report you. I would oversee my army and security of course. This would make sure we can be together. Plus, I dont really have a head for numbers. "He says. "I dont know. We moved because we became targets due to some illegal BS. Whats in it for me" i respond. "You mean other than the best nigga? A salary of $250,000" he says, with a smirk. "Im in. But if we are to be together, my best friend has to be okay with this and you gotta move in with us, to make sure we safe. Oh and give his nigga, Dre, a job" I say. "I got you babe!" He says and we head for work.

Ka'Shon POV

He has left me, laying on the ground, helpless and in the same position over night. Only coming in, to feed me a bologna sandwich and slap his tiny white dick on my face. I cried myself to sleep lastnight. I've survived a car accident, shootings, gangs, but will this be the end of me. I have so many dreams, so many goals. I wants to own my own company, become a multi-billionaire retail giant, and start a charity to lift lgbt youth. But know, some HONKY will end it all.

I had to do something!

I started struggling again.  I knew he already left for the day, and his daily routine doesn't allow him to return until 6pm. And it is still day light. By the looks, morning. I move my legs and arms, both seem totally secure. I start shuffling in my chair again, when i notive the latch holding the knocked down chair to the floor was weakening. I started to shuffle more, as the lock became more and more loose. After what seemed like hours, the latch broke, and the chair was free. I manage to sit the chair upright, and then stand up. I throw myself into the nearby wall, and the chair breaks. I am free! I untether myself. I unlock the door, grab the whip, and exit. I leave the apartment, leaving it unlocked so i can reenter. I go upstairs, and nobody is home. A note is on the table, it reads

"Ka'Shon, if you're reading this, I've gone to my interview. Jamar is with the lady neighbors, but i aint have cash, so they not paid. Just know, whatever is going on, i still want to fix this, and i will always love you"

Tears started rolling down my face. I go into my room, and grab $50 from the side table. I go to the neighbors, a really nice dyke and her girlfriend. I give it to them, and kiss my baby. He was so happy to see me, but i left in a hurry. He must be confused. I returned to my apartment, and left a note Wale and dre telling them what happened, to call me when they get home, and that I was going to ambush the landlord. I lock up, and go down to the landlord's apartment, let myself in, and awaiting his return.

Dre POV

"It says here that you're 22, correct?" The manager says. "Yes sir" i respond. "You've never had a job" he asks. I have to admit, that pissed me off. Why the fuck this dude being so nosy. But, i gotta keep my cool, i need this job. "I used to be a thug, aight? Running drugs. You want honestly, my cards is on the table. I had to raise myself and my brother, now my son and i gotta take care of my bae. That bothers you, im out" i say, getting up to leave, because i knew i blew it. "A thug you say? I might have the perfect job for you afterall" he quipped. "Dont get me wrong, i need this job, but what does a restaurant need with a thug?" I ask. "The restaurant doesnt need you. The biz does." He laughes, as he leads me down to the restaurant business. He unlocks a door with several latches, and we enter this long dark hallway. We finally reach the end, he opens another door. You can hear loud music, its dark, dim lighting kind of dark, and there is a lady a yhe desk. I didnt notice at first, but behind the lady are two guys holding shotguns. She says "sup boss. Whose this cutie?" She must be 40-50, kinda older. Milf though, for sure. "I'm Dre" i respond. "Needs a job, used to be a 'thug', so i remembered we needed new security."the manager says. "Jerome, can we trust him" Nancy, the older white lady asks. "Doesnt matter Nancy. He betrays us, we kill him" Jerome, the skinny older black manager laughs, as he pats my back.

Jerome leads me into this giant room, one end is a bar and dance floor, the other has tables and gambling, and the center, has cells. Cells hanging from the ceiling with naked men and women inside, chained to the bars. I look around, and i see drug deals, prostitution, private dances, blow jobs, moonshine, and people are buying the people in the cells. "Welcome to the biz Dre. " Jerome laughs, as we head in.

To Be Continued..