Reverend Cash: Let Us Prey

by Sa'id Salaam

  “Well, if that boy want a trial I reckon I may as well give him the ‘lectric chair,” the judge announced. If Billy wanted to cost the tax payers money for a trial then he would take it out of his ass.

  “Not the ‘lectric chair!” Lady wailed and broke down. The deep heart wrenching sobs affected her black hearted son. He couldn’t take another second of it and raised his hand.

  “Guilty sir! I wanna plead guilty!” Billy announced. The admission of guilt brought yellow smiles to the judge, prosecutor, and public defender’s faces. The early day meant they could sip mint juleps over lunch and have a good laugh at his expense.

  “In that case I sentence you to…” the judge said and paused as if contemplating. “Forty years!”

  “Oh Lawd!” Lady moaned and fell out. Deputy Black Bear came and scooped her up and took her out of the courtroom.

  “Get me outta here!” Billy told his lawyer. He had to wait a few minutes longer to get the formalities out of the way before he was then taken back to the jail. A few days later he boarded a bus headed to adult prison.

  Usually an eighteen year old going to adult prison is headed for a world of trouble, not Dollar Bill though. In his case it was the other prisoners who were in trouble.

  Chapter 35

  Dollar Bill reached the Backwater Men’s Prison and immediately got on the fuck shit. He hooked up with his old reform school partner Pickle and together they kicked up a bunch of dust. Neither got a coin from home so they had to ‘get it how they lived’. They robbed the older weaker inmates as well as the white inmates for everything they had.

  Billy had an older vet named Blue, who didn’t put up with foolishness, for a bunkmate. The older man was just as dangerous in his own right so the two declared a truce in their cell. Everyone else, however, was fair game.

  “Boy, what you gon’ do with yo’self?” Blue asked him one day. He was always trying to put something other than fighting and stealing on the youngster’s mind. He’d already spent half of his life behind the wall and he hated to see Billy do the same.

  “Time!” Billy shot back. “I’m gon’ do time and I got an ass of it to do!’

  “The state of Tennessee gives two fo’ one which means you ain’t gotta do but twenty. Plus if you stay out of trouble and get you a work detail you can get even mo’ time cut,” Blue schooled.

  “Guess it’ll be twenty, cuz I ain’t finna work for these crackers!”

  “I guess it is then,” the older man said shaking his head in pity. He’d been the same way when he’d come in twenty-five years ago.

  “So, what you gon’ do when you get out?” Billy asked to make him the subject of the conversation.

  “Be free. I’ma be free!” Blue said with his eyes glazed over from the prospect. He had lost both his mama and his daddy since he’d been gone and had no earthly idea where he was going and what he would do. The only thing he knew is that he would be free, and that’s really all that mattered.

  ****

  “Looks like you got a new bunkmate,” Pickle announced as he saw a new inmate carrying his belongings towards the cell that had just became open.

  “New meat,” Billy said seeing he was traveling light. Most prisoners accumulated a bunch of meaningless worthless crap during their journey so his lack of baggage told him that he’d just come into the system.

  “Don’t look like he gon’ twerk nothing,” his partner said, since the guy looked straight. They were both hoping for a sissy since they were both too low on the totem pole to get one otherwise.

  Chain gang sissies were a hot commodity. Only the rich, strong, or powerful could keep one. The boys were wild but couldn’t compete with vets of the prison.

  “Oh he’ll twerk somethin’! He may not know it yet, but he gon’ twerk,” Billy replied with a twisted snarl. If he could turn his cellie out and keep it quiet then they would have their own sissy. “Let me go holla at him.”

  Pickle crossed his fingers and hoped that his partner could pull it off. If worse came to worse they could always overpower him and rape him, but that would bring out the vultures. It would make it easy for someone else to come along and offer protection from the two. Most times the victim would choose one dick over being used by two or three. Not to mention being fed and cared for.

  “Hey, I’m Billy,” Billy said with a rare smile and handshake as he entered their shared cell. He noticed that the man didn’t have any calluses on his hands and that was a good sign.

  “LeVaughn,” his new bunkmate replied, having no idea he was turning Billy on.

  “Where you from? You married? You drank? You smoke?” Billy asked trying to feel him out so he could feel him up. LeVaughn gave all the wrong answers and Billy rushed to tell Pickle the good news.

  ****

  “He’s twenty-fo’, has one kid, and say he in her’ for fraud, whatever that is,” Billy relayed. “Oh, and he say he drank and smoke reefer!”

  “He fuckin’!” Pickle happily announced. “I’ma go holla at Buck fo’ some of that shine.”

  “Un uh, get at Fatman for some of that spud juice!” Billy decided nodding wickedly. Fatman made 190 proof liquor from potatoes, yeast, and sugar. Fatman’s liquor was the start of many, many prison romances and rapes.

  Nightfall fell, as it always does, and it was time to put their plan into motion. A few other predators had taken notice of the new guy, so the clock was ticking. The goons respected the crimes of rape and murder, but the soft crime of fraud gave an erection to every man who heard it.

  “Okay, I’ma go first,” Billy announced as he and Pickle went to his cell. He had first dibs since it was his cell.

  “A’ight, just don’t skeet in him,” Pickle pleaded.

  “I won’t,” Billy vowed as he led the way inside the cell. “Sup bunkmate? This my partna’ Pickle. He got some smoke and drank.”

  “Hello, Pickle,” LeVaughn greeted extending his hand. Pickle frowned curiously at it before turning to Billy for help.

  “Shake the man’s hand while I po’ us a drank,” Billy explained. The handshake gave Pickle a hard on and Billy a chance to put the fix in. He filled his and Pickle’s cups up with 90% water and a dash of moonshine, meanwhile, LeVaughn got a full cup of shine.

  “Whew!” LeVaughn grimaced at the first sip of the strong liquor. He saw his new friends gulping theirs down and didn’t want to be left out so he manned up and tossed his down as well. Ironic since it was what was going to make him into a her.

  “Fiyah them sticks up!” Billy cheered and refilled their cups. Pickle helped LeVaughn light the reefer while he did.

  “Put on a lil’ music,” Pickle said when LeVaughn began to bob his head from the liquor. By the end of the second cup he’d fell over to the side in a drunken stupor.

  “Showtime!” Billy cheered. He began to strip the unconscious man while Pickle tore strips from the sheets to tie him up. They had a moment of silence as they looked down at the naked man tied to the bed. Billy then climbed on his back and gave him a sex change.

  “Awe man! I tol’ you not to skeet in him!”

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  “That’s right! Take… yo’… time,” Lady’s friend coaxed as she gave him some nice slow head. Actually she was going in and out of a nod from a recent fix, but head was head.

  Billy had been gone a whole year at this point so she had to rely on her orifices to generate enough money to stay high, a task that became more expensive with each passing day. Her son had begun the process of weaning her off the dope but when he left things started going the other way.

  Lady used more and more dope everyday as she built up a stronger and stronger tolerance for the drug. As a result more and more men visited her insides to pay for her habit. When she felt her mouth fill with hot salty semen she knew that ride was over.

  “Next!” she called out, as she let Mr. ‘Take Yo’ Time out the front door. Two of the three men, sitting in the living room, looked at each other trying to recall who was there first. On
e decided he was and hopped to his feet. He followed Lady into her room and then entered her womb.

  ****

  Billy’s first year of prison went by in a blur. As the old adage goes time sure flies when you’re having fun. Have him tell it, prison wasn’t so bad. He was still smoking, drinking, and fucking on a regular basis. It was all good until an enemy from his past showed up to change his future.

  “That’s that nigga right there!” the newcomer growled when he saw Billy out on the yard. Being in a different cell block meant that they only saw each other in passing, although it was possible to slip into another cell block under the right conditions.

  “Who? Which one? Where?” his partners all asked.

  “Right there, the one doing pull ups,” the newcomer said pointing to Billy working out. He had to be specific, since Pickle was working out doing push-ups and LeVaughn was doing squats to make his booty plump.

  “What he did?” someone wanted to know. He was down to go to war but liked to know what it was about.

  “Huh? Um… he um… he robbed me on the streets,” the victim decided.

  “I know that nigga. He in D-block. I can get us in, but you better handle yo’ business,” the leader of C-block commanded. It was a kill or be killed order and there was no turning back.

  ****

  “Next!” Lady called out to the front when she felt the man behind her shake and shiver from an orgasm. Cum dripped out of her vagina from all the clients she’d serviced. She planned on using her hot water bottle to hose herself out the first chance that she got, but until then men were going to have to splash around in the next man’s juice. With her nasty ass.

  “Hey Lady, Harold,” Melvin greeted as he came into the room. Harold grunted a curt greeting as he got dressed and headed out. Melvin waited for the other man to leave before he made his pitch.

  “I… um… I’m a little shawt today…” he began and paused.

  “I know yo’ thang little already! I don’ seent it a million times,” Lady shot back. She was a little antsy and irritable since it had been hours since her last fix.

  “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean on cash,” he explained. “I got a little dope I can trade…”

  “Let me see!” Lady demanded with her hand out. He pulled out a large bag of pure dope that he was supposed to deliver. Once delivered it would be cut ten times before being put on the street, but he didn’t know that. Lady saw the pure dope and passed gas happily.

  “I’ll take that as a yes!” Melvin said. He’d trafficked enough dime sacks to know the amount and broke her off.

  “Mm hm,” Lady said as the dope began to boiling and bubbling on her spoon. She then pulled the syrupy liquid into the syringe while Melvin helped her by tying off her arm.

  Lady didn’t stand a chance against Afghanistan’s finest poppy product. The shit could put Superman on his ass so you know Lady was fucked up.

  “Uh oh,” Lady said when the first drop entered into her system. She wasn’t around when the last drop entered it.

  “Lady? Lady?” Melvin called out when she tipped over and started foaming at the mouth. He was more disappointed in missing his turn than he was at her overdose. Not to be denied he rolled the deceased Lady onto her stomach and slid into her semen soup. With his nasty ass.

  ****

  “William Cash!” the corrections officer shouted from his booth. It was his job to get up and go get the inmate, but he didn’t do his job very well. “One of y’all niggas go get that nigga!”

  “I’ll get ‘em boss!” a step-and-fetch inmate shouted out eager to do something for master. The shameless man shined shoes, kissed ass, and tap danced for pats on the head from the white officers. Every blue moon they would put half a sandwich in the trash for him to eat. Of course, he would have to take it around and show it off before actually eating it.

  “Cash! William Cash!” the inmate yelled, as he rushed to his cell. He paused dead in his tracks when he walked in on a gay porn scene. For all his flaws he was still better than them, him kissing ass was figurative while them sucking dick was literal.

  “What?” Billy snapped irritably as he continued to guide LeVaughn’s head up and down on his cock.

  “The police want you!” he said turning his nose up at the homosexuals.

  “Okay, give me ‘bout two minutes,” he said as he began moving LeVaughn’s head faster. Three minutes later he was finished and heading up the cell block to answer the summons.

  “William Cash?” the guard asked formally, although he knew the troublemaker well.

  “Yep,” he replied, missing the warning in the guard’s tone. Instead he simply fell in step behind him and followed him to the Chaplain’s office.

  “Chap wanna see you,” he explained before tapping on the door.

  “Enter!” the chaplain shouted from behind the closed door. He didn’t bother looking up from the clutter of his desk when the two men entered. “William Cash?”

  “Ye—”

  “Yo’ mama dead. Close the door on y’all way out,” he said still not giving them more than the tanned bald spot in the center of his head to look at.

  Billy stood there blinking rapidly as his mind scrambled to process what he’d just heard. He switched the letters of the three words around, like they did on The Soul Train scramble board, but he still couldn’t make sense of the news he’d just gotten. Surely a little compassion would accompany a legitimate death notice.

  “Standing her’ shol’ ain’t gon’ brang her back, so gon’ on. Get!” the chaplain said as he finally lifted his weather beaten face.

  “Come on, Cash,” the guard urged softly. He wanted to dive across the old bastard’s desk himself and choke him for his lack of empathy and he knew the volatile inmate well enough to know that he was capable of doing just that.

  Billy was like a zombie as he was led back to the cell block. He was so out of it that he missed the hoops and hollers of friends as well as the glare of his foes.

  “What’s wrong?” LeVaughn asked fawningly when Billy returned. Between Billy and Pickle and all the dick they were feeding him LeVaughn was turning into a girl. Girls know that head makes guys feel better no matter what the problem is, so LeVaughn dropped to his knees again.

  “My…” was all he managed to get out before his partner, Pickle, barged in.

  “Damn nigga! You stay up in that throat! Today my day so let me get that,” Pickle demanded. It’s hard for two people to share anything; especially another person.

  “Let me go on and keep her tonight. I got some serious thangs to deal with,” Billy pleaded. All the while LeVaughn never stopped doing what he was doing as his eyes shifted back and forth between his war daddies as they spoke.

  “Hell naw! It’s my turn! Come on!” Pickle insisted as he pulled the sissy off of his knees. Billy twisted his lips in anger as he watched him lead him away to his cell.

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  “Warden on deck!” a guard shouted, putting the cell block on alert. Accordingly all the inmates rushed to stand at attention outside their cells.

  “Y’all niggas smoking real good I see!” the Boss Hog look alike proclaimed as he waddled down the tier. At five feet two inches tall and two hundred and fifty pounds all he could do was waddle. He didn’t mind the weed since he got his cut. Plus it kept the savages calm and therefore kept down the violence.

  He looked in every face he passed as the men stared straight ahead. The four large guards who flanked him were ready to pounce on the first one who blinked. The warden passed Pickle’s cell, stopped and then took a few steps back.

  “I hear you got a knife, boy!” he said scrunching his face up.

  “Me? No, Sir! Un uh!” Pickle insisted. He looked like he was about to break into a tap dance or shit himself.

  “Look under his mat,” the warden told a guard, who quickly carried out the command before it was all the way out of the other man’s mouth.

  “Knife Baws!” he reported holding up a lon
g homemade knife.

  “That’s not mine!” Pickle squealed in that high pitched voice black folk used when they got in trouble. Not only was it disgusting, but it also showed that they were lying. If they were telling the truth then they wouldn’t be whining. Most times that’s the case anyway, but this time he was actually telling the truth. Although the knife wasn’t his he knew it quite well since it belonged to his partner. But what was it doing under his mat and how did the warden know it was there?

  Billy stared straight ahead instead of being nosey like everyone else. Even LeVaughn gawked to see what was going on. Pickle knew then what had occurred and shot a dangerous glare at Billy as he was cuffed.

  “Put that nigga in the hole ‘til he turn my color,” the warden ordered. That wasn’t as long as it sounded since he wouldn’t get not a single ray of sunlight in that dungeon.

  “Guess it’s just me and you now,” Billy shrugged casually, as if it wasn’t him who’d written the kite to the warden. Now the grimy man could add another title to his belt, snitch.

  ****

  “You stink!” LeVaughn gushed and giggled when Billy came in from the yard.

  “You know you like it,” Billy shot back. They had become quite the couple since Pickle had been carted off to the hole a few weeks ago. Billy put on a little bit as he removed his sweaty clothes to go shower.

  “Want me to come?” LeVaughn offered. He had become quite the woman and loved to bathe him.

  “I got it,” Billy replied and headed out. There was an eerie calm out on the cell block, but Billy paid no attention to it. The showers were a dangerous place. Plenty of rapes, beatings, stabbings, and murders took place in them. Billy was a predator, not prey so he wasn’t concerned.

  He was relieved to see that the showers were empty and that he could be alone with himself. After rinsing the sweat from his body he began to fondle his heavy penis until it grew hard in his hand. He then closed his eyes and imagined being inside of Mrs. Paul’s mouth as he stroked himself. Ironically he didn’t consider himself gay since he only fantasied about women.