Prison Politics

by Beast

  Raheem pressed his tongue hard to the back of Xavier’s exposed thigh. Shudders of pleasure coupled with a solid flinch of surprise shook Raheem’s body. The prisoner was licking up his own nut. Slowly, he lapped up his seed and inched his way to Xavier almond mounds.

  Without thought, Xavier arched his back and let out a loud moan that surprised even him. The reserved CO clawed at the door. Raheem was further encouraged. He smacked Xavier’s right ass cheek, hard. Then he gripped each cheek and pulled them further apart as if his hole could be any more exposed. Xavier bit down on the bottom of his lip. He knew what was coming next.

  Raheem locked his lips around Xavier’s puckered hole and pushed the nut from his mouth back inside Xavier’s bowels. Xavier’s body straightened and stiffed. His muscular form pressed against the abrasive steel door. Surprisingly, the wet sloppiness felt good as shit. Xavier’s dick strained against the cell door, unimaginably hard. The pressure that built against his clenched hole teased and tormented every nerve ending. His senses were ablaze. Then Raheem’s tongue broke through Xavier’s sphincter. The boy did tricks and stunts with his mouth.

  Raheem sucked and pushed with his lips and tongue. Xavier could feel the spit and cum ease through his tightness and fill his insides. His legs shook and his body steeled under the insatiable inmate’s devouring touch. Then, without warning, Raheem pulled back, stood up and pressed his hot, hard body against Xavier’s.

  “Tell me who this ass belongs to, nigga,” the thug said in a harsh whisper. “Say it!”

  Xavier’s mouth failed to form words. Every inch of his flesh burned and his dick and ass were electrified. The wet warmth from Raheem’s breath had the CO’s head spinning.

  The long, thick dick that had Xavier’s ass creaming once before pressed menacingly between his almond cheeks. When Xavier didn’t respond, Raheem eased back and smacked his ass, hard as hell.

  Xavier’s body went rigid. He clawed at the door. His ass cheeks squeezed hard but Raheem didn’t relent. The inmate gripped the base of his dick, grabbed Xavier’s hip with his free hand and aimed his meat straight for the CO’s sloppy hole.

  His dick was like a hot knife slicing through butter. Xavier’s eyes shot open as inch after inch slowly pushed deep into his bowels. Halfway in and about five inches deep, Xavier could feel Raheem’s blood engorged head stroke against his unnervingly sensitive prostate. His own dick throbbed from the sensation. It hurt so bad but it felt so fucking good.

  “Don’t run, motherfucker.” Raheem hooked his left arm around Xavier’s waist. Another inch dug into the CO’s guts. “You going to take all this fucking dick and you going to love it.”

  Raheem made his dick jump inside of Xavier, making the cocky guard flinch in pain and then moan in pleasure. His body was clay in Raheem’s hands. The man simply needed to be molded to satisfy the primal need Raheem felt deep within.

  With a hard jerk, Raheem pushed his hips forward and buried his solid nine inches inside of Xavier all the way to the hilt. Xavier sprung up to his tippy toes and his chin went towards the ceiling. Raheem moved his right hand up and gripped the man by the throat, pulled his head back and sucked on his neck as he began to stroke in and out the seeded hole.

  “Fuck,” Raheem cursed into Xavier’s neck, “ass is wet as fuck, boy. Open that shit up for daddy. Take this shit like you love my dick. Tell me how that shit feels, nigga.”

  “Fuck Me!” Xavier hollered toward the ceiling. “Fuck my ass!”

  Raheem bit down on his bottom lip and took a deep breath. That was all the encouragement he needed. He roughly gripped Xavier’s hips with both of his hands and eased back two steps. Xavier was bent over like a street hooker in a back alley and Raheem long dicked his ass without pause or concern. Sounds of smacking, wet flesh echoed in the small space.

  Xavier reached out with one hand and placed it against the door to keep his balance. He steeled his body to take the brutal assault his ass was receiving and struggled not to pull away. The pain was unbearable but the pleasure he felt from Raheem pounding his prostate was earth shattering. The only thing the CO could do was take it and stroke his own meat in the process.

  “I think I’m about to nut,” Xavier whispered.

  “Not yet,” Raheem ordered. “You nut when I say you nut, bitch.”

  Raheem reached around and grabbed Xavier’s hand from his dick. He bent it back and placed the CO’s wrist firmly on his own back. Raheem squatted a little and made his dick jump inside his bitch’s hole. Xavier’s mouth shot open. He clawed at the door and squeezed his eyes shut.

  “I can’t hold it!” Xavier shouted.

  “Then bust that shit, nigga! Bust while I’m hittin’ this shit.”

  Raheem pulled back until just the head was wedged inside of Xavier and pressed forward until the length of his fuck stick was swallowed. The horny inmate did it over and over and over again. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down Xavier’s face.

  Like a dam bursting into a million pieces, Xavier’s dick exploded without him touching himself. Thick ropes of cum shot out and smattered all over the door and ground in front of him.

  “Yea,” Raheem hissed, “that ass clenching! You nutting nigga?! You nutting!! Shiiiittt, I’m bout to bust!”

  Raheem collapsed on top of Xavier, pressing his sweat covered chest and abs on the length of Xavier’s back. His dick jerk violently with each shot of nut he sent deep into Xavier’s guts. After the last squirt, Raheem slowly pulled his deflating dick from Xavier’s spent hole. He tumbled back and collapsed onto the bottom prison bunk.

  Xavier fell down to his knees. He struggled to catch his breath. Sweat pearled all over his body. Nut oozed from his ass to the cement floor. He felt disgusting but wonderfully satisfied. For a second time that day, he’d been dicked down by a man; by an inmate and he loved it.

  “You alright over there, CO?” Raheem asked. He stood up and went to the latrine. A steady stream of piss flowed from his semi-erect dick as he spoke. “I know shit looks fucked up right now but I need you to get your shit together.”

  Xavier took a deep breath and looked up at Raheem. He tried to summon up as much contempt and hate as he could. But it didn’t work. It was difficult keeping his eyes on the young man’s face without glancing down at his sweat glistening muscles or his thick dick. Hell, looking at his statuesque face was hard enough. Xavier clenched his eyes shut, steadied himself and stood up.

  “You got a rag or something I can clean up with, inmate?”

  Raheem laughed. “Sup with this ‘inmate’ shit, nigga?” The thick dicked thug shook his meat and flushed. He tossed a washcloth in the sink and turned on the water. “I don’t know how long this riot bullshit going to last but I know all this ‘inmate’ shit needs to die. Or you might… die that is.”

  “You threatening me,” Xavier narrowed his gaze. “Inmate Jones?”

  Raheem shook his head as he slid his oranges back on. He walked over to the cell door and then looked over his shoulder. “How long do you think it will be until them niggas start going from cell to cell looking for your ass? They know there was three COs working when shit popped off.”

  Xavier straightened his back. The image of the old guard and the fat female guard being hurried off into one of the cells exploded in his mind. Fear gripped him for a moment. The female would probably be raped. That was a fact.

  The likelihood of the inmates fucking with the old head were slim but Xavier could think of at least six on the block who would bust the man upside the head just because he was a CO. Xavier didn’t even want to think what they would do to him if they caught him.

  “So you’re going to hand me over?” Xavier asked. “Just going to fuck me and then make me one of their hostages?”

  Raheem folded his arms over his tatted chest. “Nigga, you make it seem like you my wife or some shit. I done gave you this dick twice and you still be on some ‘inmate’ shit. Fuck, I should turn your ass over to them niggas. I mean, you are still a pig even if that a
ss is good as shit.”

  “Fucking faggot,” Xavier mumbled.

  Raheem jumped up and shortened the distance between him and his latest sexual conquest in the blink of an eye. The hate in the inmate’s eye burned bright and put fear in Xavier’s heart. Raheem’s boney, strong fingers were wrapped around Xavier’s throat in a flash.

  Struggling didn’t help. Raheem had taken Xavier by surprise. Just a few minutes ago Xavier tumbled over the cliff of pleasure because of Raheem’s touch and now he was on the brink of death from those very same hands. The insanely rapid switch up was dizzying and horrifying.

  Xavier looked up into Raheem’s eyes. He was slipping into the darkness. His skin felt cold and prickly. Then, at the last moment, Raheem loosened his grip and pushed the guard back down to the cement floor. Xavier coughed and wheezed until he caught his breath.

  Raheem drug his feet back to the bunk. “Watch how the fuck you talk to me, nigga. I aint no motherfucking faggot. I don’t get fucked. I fuck bitches that want dick like you, feel me?”

  Xavier didn’t say anything. The single thought running through his mind was beating the shit out of Raheem. The wiry inmate was strong but Xavier was pretty confident he could take the boy head on without being caught off guard. The only thing stopping him from jumping up from the ground and charging at the kid was the fact that he was now a prisoner surrounded by criminals. Even if he beat the shit out of Raheem there was nowhere to go. And if someone came to the cell he’d have some explaining to do.

  “Where’s your roommate?” Xavier asked. He wanted to change the direction of the conversation. “Thought that was your body guard or some shit.”

  Raheem grinned. “Bunker? Naw, that nigga just make sure these pussy motherfuckers don’t think shit is sweet and try a nigga, feel me?”

  Xavier frowned. “So you fucking him too?”

  The scowl on Raheem’s face made Xavier visibly recoil. “Naw nigga, just your sissy ass. Ain’t no point in fucking a nigga stuck in a cell like me. Especially when his ass can be bought with a fucking strawberry Danish.”

  “So you give him some commissary and he gives you protection?”

  “You been here long enough, C.O. You know how this shit works. The little jobs they got round here only pay enough for some decent soap and toothpaste and deodorant. Nobody getting enough bread to get they sweet tooth satisfied. Not unless you got someone on the outside.”

  “Oh, so you got connections on the outside putting money in your account?”

  “I gots bitches. Just the way this shit works.”

  “Looks like you got some niggas on your dick too.”

  Raheem eyed Xavier. He didn’t make a move this time. The C.O. was on his feet and in a defensive stance. Both men knew that if anything popped off they’d both pay a price.

  “Why you trying to fuck with me, C.O.? You mad that you like this dick up your ass? Feeling like you less of a man and shit. Thinking back to all those times you was peeping out your niggas instead of the bitch with the big titties? Maybe you just a fag.”

  “What does that make you?”

  Raheem shrugged. He jumped up on the top bunk and clasped his hands. “Makes me a nigga trying to get a nut. Shit, look around, aint no bitches to get my dick wet. I’m a fucking prisoner surrounding by a bunch of nasty ass niggas.” Raheem licked his lips and looked Xavier up and down. “What’s your excuse?”

  “What the fuck you mean, inmate?” Xavier asked, emphasizing the last word.

  Raheem smiled and let the disrespect slide. “So I guess you work in a prison so that you can get as much inmate dick as your faggot ass can take. Not enough faggot niggas in Atlanta willing to dick you down good?”

  Xavier narrowed his gaze. His ears burned. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. As much as Raheem was trying to make him seem like some thirsty faggot, Xavier knew the game he was playing. Typically, inmates didn’t fuck for fun. There was usually a motive. There was usually some goal they were trying to attain.

  “What you trying to get, Raheem? You already got a gun up in here. And I’m sure you got some other tricks up your sleeve.”

  “Gun?” Raheem asked. The feigned innocence in his tone was intentional. “Why you think I had anything to do with that shit? I’m just an inmate biting his time waiting to get out. Aint got shit to do with this riot bullshit, slim.”

  “Because your roommate has the gun and I know he’s not that smart or manipulative to convince one of the guards to smuggle some heat up in here.”

  “Hmm,” Raheem shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Guess we’ll never know.”

  He laid back on his bunk and let out a heavy breath. Raheem laced his fingers on the back of his head and looked towards the ceiling. Xavier got the message. The conniving inmate was done talking. He’d busted a nut and was satisfied with waiting out the drama just beyond the steel door.

  Xavier leaned back against the door. He didn’t have proof but he was sure that this riot was conspired and organized by Raheem. Xavier wondered who the inmate had seduced to get what he wanted. The sad truth was that it could have been any one of the shift commanders, male or female, or even higher up on the chain of command. Any of them would have access to the inmates and be able to smuggle in a gun from the outside world if they wanted to badly enough.

  The smug grin on Raheem’s face taunted Xavier. Despite realizing he was just one of likely many pawns in Raheem’s game, Xavier still wanted the thug’s attention. The realization threw fear in Xavier’s heart like sunlight shed light in a dark corner. Looking at the boy cemented that reality. Xavier wanted more than the boy’s dick. He wanted Raheem.

  Xavier pressed his face in his hands. He mentally beat himself for the unhealthy infatuation. He’s a fucking man and an inmate, Xavier thought. What the fuck could we ever be besides guard and prisoner?

  The thought didn’t shake how Xavier felt. The persistent feeling was scary as hell. Then Xavier thought about the other inmates and the riot. Infatuated or not, he’d be a dead man if he didn’t figure out what to do about his immediate situation. He looked over at Raheem.

  “Where are your extra oranges, Jones?”

  Raheem sucked his teeth. “Why?”

  “What the fuck do you mean ‘why’? Why do you think? I need to blend in so those savages don’t try to kill me. Trying to walk out of here alive if you don’t mind.”

  “I feel you, but why should I help you?” Raheem sat up on his elbows and turned towards the guard. “What you going to do for me?”

  Xavier’s eyes glossed over. His life hung in the balance. All he needed was a change of clothes and Raheem was trying to negotiate. Pure, unfiltered hatred flowed through Xavier’s veins. Inmate or not, Xavier couldn’t believe how dispassionate Raheem was acting. The boy had pleasured himself with Xavier’s ass twice and he didn’t even have the decency of giving him some filthy pair of oranges.

  “Did you hear me CO?” Raheem asked. He hopped down and stepped to Xavier. A condescending arrogance covered his face. “Get on your knees, bitch.”

  Xavier didn’t move. He couldn’t. He realized that at any moment those doors could be thrown open and he could be beat to death with metal poles. Xavier needed those oranges. Nothing else mattered. Not even how badly his mouth watered for some more dick.

  Raheem slapped Xavier. That’s when the CO finally snapped.

  Xavier balled his right fist and swung as hard as he could. His knuckles connected with a blood cudgeling blow to Raheem’s side. It sounded like a rib cracked. That realization didn’t stymie the assault.

  Raheem doubled over and clenched at his side. Xavier’s nostrils flared. His eyes burned with fury. Instinct took over. Xavier’s knee shot up and connected with the young inmate’s nose.

  Like a slab of meat, Raheem’s once limber and vibrant body feel to the ground. He wailed out in pain. Xavier jumped on him and covered his mouth. He leaned down as he pressed his knee into his back.
/>   “Where are the extra fucking oranges?” Xavier demanded.

  Raheem spit out blood and laughed. “There are none, nigga!”

  Hope evaporated. Despite slammed into Xavier. He eased up from Raheem’s back. The inmate sat up and crawled over to the bottom bunk.

  “You know I’m going to fuck you up, right?”

  Xavier’s eye twitched. Then they got wide. He looked Raheem up and down. He had on oranges that were just Xavier’s size. Raheem saw the look in Xavier’s eye. He scrambled to his feet but he was too late.

  Xavier was on him, ripping off the boy’s clothes. The more he fought the more enraged Xavier became. He wasn’t a CO anymore. That civility and commitment to duty was gone. Now, he was a man in a warzone trying to ensure his survival. And the only one in the way was Raheem.

  The pants came off first. Those were easy. Getting the vest proved to be more difficult. Raheem fought tooth and nails but Xavier was fighting for his life. All was fair in his mind. The CO slammed the boy into the wall, hard. The fight had left the boy’s body after that. His right arm slumped against his side. Xavier was sure it was dislocated.

  “You’re dead, nigga!” Raheem yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

  Xavier heard the words. They’d burned his ears. He took the young inmate by the neck and squeezed. He squeezed and squeezed until the would-be assassin’s eye bulged. He was on the precipice of death. Xavier looked at the kid and could see the life draining from his body. Then, he let him go. Raheem slumped to the ground.

  As angry and afraid as he was, Xavier wasn’t a killer. He couldn’t see himself taking another man’s life. Not like this. Not here in the prison. But he knew he had to do something about Raheem. There was no telling how long the riot would last. The last thing he needed was for the angry thug to signal the rest of the savages.

  Xavier took a couple of deep breaths and regained his composure. He looked down at Raheem. The inmate wasn’t moving. Panic snowballed through Xavier’s body. He fell to a knee next to the boy and pressed two fingers against his neck. There was a pulse. It was faint but it was there.