Prison Politics

by Beast

  Granted, the paycheck as a guard was much better but the risk of bodily harm was a truly mitigating factor; a risk that had become a reality a few hours ago. Xavier would have given anything to be organizing cereal shelves instead of standing naked in a jail cell fearing for his life. Now he had to do everything in his power to stay alive.

  The large metal door to the cell flung open violently. A beast of a man filled the frame and stared down at Xavier like he was an insect. Fear strangled Xavier’s heart but he refused to let his emotions show. He put on the most defiant face he could muster. When the man grinned Xavier thought he’d melt.

  “Hope you got enough rest, little nigga,” the man said in a booming voice. He stepped into the cell under the light. Xavier recognized the old gangbanger. “Shit, I almost thought you wasn’t going to wake up. Take a punch like a bitch.”

  Xavier clenched his jaw and narrowed his gaze. He looked the man up and down. There was no way he could take him even if he had use of his hands. Jerome McKinley had been a golden glove boxer in his youth. The men on the block called him D-Rock. Xavier never asked why that was his nickname but he was sure it had something to do with his boxing skills. The man was in his early fifties and had spent the better part of twenty years locked up on a home invasion and murder conviction. Xavier remembered the man. He was always working out on the yard.

  D-Rock towered over Xavier, shirtless, his jailhouse muscles flexed and hardened like cement. His knuckles were wet with blood and a mist of sweat covered his stocky build. He was a striking figure when he worked out on the yard. Now, standing here, chest bare, he was damn frightening. Xavier knew that if the man had wanted to do him harm there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He was helpless.

  “Are you going to kill me?” Xavier asked. If death was coming he wanted to know. “You may as well get it over with now if you’re going to do it.”

  D-Rock frowned. “You wanna die, little nigga? I can snap your neck right now if you really want me to. Tell me now and I can get it over with.”

  Xavier studied the man’s bronze like face and slowly shook his head. He doubted he had any real choice but he wasn’t about to forfeit his life because of some crazy concept of bravado or pride.

  “Good,” the old gangster said. “You’re worth much more to me alive than you are dead.”

  Xavier cringed at the thought of what the man had in store for him. “Do you know what happened to the other guards?”

  “Shit, if I was you I’d want to know what was going to happen to me. But I’ll tell ya that they still alive. Hell, that bitch guard is a feisty one. Pussy soft and sweet as fuck.”

  Xavier closed his eyes, saddened by hearing what he had already known. The men were likely raping her, taking turns. She would likely get it worst of any of them. Now he wondered what was going to happen to him.

  “Did you want to know what happened to your little butt buddy, too?”

  Xavier didn’t say anything. He didn’t even flinch. More than anything he wanted to know what happened to Raheem. But he wasn’t about to give D-Rock the satisfaction of tormenting him. He steeled his body and kept his eyes on D-Rock’s.

  “No? Alright. Doesn’t really matter anyways. With the shit ya’ll was doing things should be smooth sailing for his faggot ass now. And since that’s out the way how about we discuss how you’ll be spending the rest of your stay in this lovely eight by ten penthouse suite.”

  “If you kill me you’ll get the death penalty,” Xavier spit the words. “Force me to do anything against my will and you’ll get more time. You know that.”

  “That’s why you’re not going to do anything against your will.” D-Rock walked over to the commode and leaned in towards Xavier. “Tell me about your fuck buddy, Raheem.”

  Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and looked to the cement ground. “Nothing to tell.”

  “So you having him tied up on the bed while you fucked his face was just a regular day at the job?” D-Rock crossed his arms over his chest. “Little nigga, I been locked up too long not to know what the fuck is going on. You not the first guard to fuck with an inmate. I’m just trying to figure out why you did it. Seems dumb as fuck to risk your job and freedom.”

  Xavier pressed his lips together tightly. He honestly didn’t know why he had allowed himself to break the law and fornicate with another man. Thinking about it know only made the weight of what he had done weigh down on him more heavily.

  “Do you love him?”

  The question shocked Xavier. His face twisted. He lost control. Did he love the young thug? Could he love an inmate; a man? D-Rock saw the internal struggle raging in Xavier. He pounced at the opportunity.

  “That little nigga done crossed a lot of niggas up in this bitch and the bounty on his head is high as fuck. And being the business man that I am, I got some of my boys taking bids on that nigga’s life. But, if you do what I tell you to do, you could save him. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  Xavier studied the old man’s face. An eternity seemed to pass as he considered D-Rock’s words. Finally, the guard responded, “I think so.”

  “Good. Very good. Now, I’m going to be here the whole time while you make me money so I don’t let these niggas kill your little faggot boyfriend. If you do exactly what I say you and that scab just might survive this little riot bullshit. Understand?”

  Xavier nodded. His heart raced and his mind drifted off, wondering if Raheem was okay. If the boy was still even breathing. D-Rock could be lying. “How do I know that he’s still alive?”

  “I saw him before I came here. You just have to take my word. And if you don’t do exactly what I tell you to do, I’ll kill you anyways. Crazy shit happens during riots. A dead body here and there don’t surprise nobody.”

  “I understand.”

  D-Rock smiled evilly as he shimmied his oranges down to his ankles. “Now crawl your ass over here and suck my dick. And don’t stop until you swallow every drop of nutt I shoot down your faggot throat.”

  Xavier shook in horror. A boiling rage deep in his gut made his muscle tense all over his body. He knew that sucking D-Rock’s dick was only the beginning of the nightmare he had found himself in. Slowly he dragged one knee in front of the other towards his rapist.

  Inch by inch he got closer to the thick monster dangling between the jailhouse thug’s grotesquely large thighs. Xavier racked his brain thinking of how he could get away. He was arms length away when a frightening realization hit him: there was only one way he would leave this cell alive; with D-Rock dead.

  Facilitating that hail Mary solution would be damn near impossible since he was butt ass naked without a weapon and still tied to the prison bunks like a mutt to a pole. And Xavier knew that D-Rock wouldn’t hesitate to beat the living shit out of him if he even gave the man a queer look.

  Xavier squatted between D-Rock’s massive legs and looked down at the thickening piece of meat demanding his attention. His eyes watered with tears. Slowly, he looked up at D-Rock. Savage lust and pure evil danced in the man’s eyes. The wicked flicker in his eyes seemed to pulsate to some Satanic beat. This wasn’t about a nut. Humiliation and control are what got the old head off.

  I’ll have to bite off his dick, Xavier thought. Catch him off guard put his big ass in a chokehold.

  A sickening grin spread on D-Rock’s leathery face. It was almost as if he knew exactly what Xavier was thinking. The officer turn prisoner may as well have said the words aloud. D-Rock reached in his pocket and pulled out a six inch long jagged strip of metal with a wash cloth fastened around the base as the handle.

  “Try me if you want little nigga,” D-Rock warned. “I’ll use this piece of steel to gut you from chest to dick and then let your ass bleed out. Slowly.” The prison gangster let the words hand in the air like the stench of dog shit. “Now suck this dick and keep your hands on the ground.”

  Xavier’s eyes went back to the hard dick awaiting him. His chest heaved up and down as he watche
d the thick vein running the length of D-Rock’s pole throb at a quick pulse. The man’s thick bulbous head poked out from the sheath of foreskin. Xavier doubted the thing would even fit in his mouth.

  D-Rock reached down and gripped his manhood. He stroked it a few times, pushing globes of clear precum to the slit of his dick. Slowly, he pulled back his foreskin, exposed the purple dick head covered in white specks of dick cheese. Xavier steeled his stomach and forced himself not to upchuck what little food remained in his gut.

  There was no time to think. D-Rock reached down and hooked Xavier’s head with his massive hands. In one move, he yanked the guard’s mouth down on his dick. D-Rock’s dick hit the back of Xavier’s throat. He felt like someone had just stomped him in the neck with steel toed boots.

  Xavier sucked in a heavy breath, filling his lungs with the stench of D-Rock’s crotch, the moment the OG pulled his pole a couple inches from his mouth. The moment of ease was short lived. D-Rock pulled Xavier’s face back down on his prick, this time with two hands.

  The prisoners pulled harder and harder, trying to force his long, thick prison dick down Xavier’s throat. His hips bucked up like a jack hammer, trying to force itself through the wall in the back of Xavier’s throat.

  The pain was unimaginable. There was nothing erotic about what was happening. D-Rock was raping his mouth, plain and simple. Xavier’s eye bugged out each time D-Rock shoved the thick beast in and out of his throat. The oral assault seemed to be never ending. Xavier’s face felt numb and his throat hurt so much that his mind blocked out the pain.

  Grunts and moans from the once silent prison gang banger filled the small cell. “Damn, little bitch. You bout to pull this nut from me. You ready for this nut, boy?!”

  Xavier thought he’d just died just a little on the inside. Not only was he being raped but he had to accept his rapist’s seed in his mouth. Tears streamed down the side of his face. When D-Rock began to growl like some beast in the wild, Xavier knew what was coming next.

  Sour, pungent cum shot off in Xavier’s mouth. D-Rock’s massive body shook like an earthquake had moved the room. He held Xavier’s head in vice grip and let the torrents of rancid cum explode deep from his balls and coat every inch of Xavier’s mouth. The man came so much that Xavier swallowed three times.

  The pair stood frozen, as if suspended in time. Xavier didn’t move an inch for fear of his life. D-Rock stood motionless, basking in the glow of orgasm. The parallels were disturbing but were a simple reflection of life in prison. The weak were simply prey to be used and objectified by the strong.

  D-Rock’s leg swung up so fast that Xavier didn’t know what happened until he was sprawled out on the opposite end of the cell with the pulsing pain in the shape of a shoe pounding at his chest. Xavier struggled to suck in breath after breath until his head stopped spinning. He looked up at D-Rock, fear dancing a wild dance in his wide eyes.

  “You got some dick sucking lips on you, C.O.” D-Rock shook the last drops of cum from his flaccid dick as he stared down at Xavier. “You and that mouth are going to make me a lot of money.”

  Xavier balled up in the corner, fighting the tears that wet his eyes. Being weak wasn’t an option. Right now the only thing that he could do was endure. Endure until he could strike back and exact the revenge that his pride demanded. He didn’t know how or when but he promised himself that he’d kill D-Rock the moment the opportunity presented itself.

  “Make sure you clean up,” D-Rock ordered. “I’ll send in your next client in a little. Until then, relax and enjoy the décor. I hear prison chic is in this time of year. Try to enjoy the alone time. Just like all the men who you sent to the hole butt ass naked and cold had to.”

  D-Rock stumbled from the cell and slammed the door behind him. Xavier sat there in silence, his ass frozen to the cement floor. He rocked back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation he found himself in. But none of it made sense. As many times as Xavier played what had happened in his mind and how it would all end, he didn’t see a scenario that included him living.

  Being the unwilling whore to countless prisoners was the only thing that Xavier could think of. The pain and humiliation that he was sure to endure made him twitch in panic. In the span of a few hours he went from correctional officer to prison bitch. Now he just prayed that he might see the light of day.

  It was eerily quiet outside of the cell. Waiting was just as nerve wrecking as knowing what was to come. Minutes felt like hours. Every small sound made Xavier flinch in fear. Shuffling feet could mean a gang of men coming for him. Laughter could be the pretense of a brutal sexual assault. Sitting in silence was a terror in itself.

  Xavier couldn’t take it. He let out a blood curling scream that tore at his vocal cords. The sound sent shivers up and down the officer’s naked flesh. It was the embodiment of all the fear and grief that festered in his gut. Screaming was the only way to release the tension that was building.

  “Calm down, little nigga,” D-Rock yelled from behind the door. “I got some more prison dick coming your way. All you can eat buffet.”

  The cold chuckle terrorized Xavier’s psyche more than the words. In the course of a few hours he went from prison guard to prison sex slave. At that moment, when he realized the horrors awaiting him, Xavier wanted nothing more than to take his own life. Death seemed like a lover’s embrace compared to the Hell in store for him.

  Before he could seriously consider how he could take his own life, the large metal door swung open. A slim man shuffled into the cell, kicking the door closed behind him. His pants were bunched around his ankle before he even made it to where Xavier lay crouched on the floor. His saggy dick slowly lengthened as he stroked in earnest.

  Xavier looked up at the man’s tired old face and stringy gray head of hair. The guard couldn’t remember the inmates name but he remembered his face. He was one of the quiet ones. Xavier even remembered thinking that the man could have been his grandfather; he was even tempered and even sweet, considering he was an inmate. Now he was hovering over the officer with a fifty year old dick thickening in his palms.

  “D-Rock said to holler if you don’t do what I say,” the man warmed in a tone that sounded more afraid than threatening. He eyed Xavier until he was satisfied the man would comply. “Go ahead and suck my dick.”

  Xavier let his mind go blank and forced his body towards the old inmate. He did as he was told until the man shook so violently that an onlooker would have thought the man was having a seizure or heart attack. Xavier spit out the fluid that violated his mouth and crawled back to his corner, letting thoughts of death tease his mind with escape.

  A cold emptiness suffocated Xavier. He felt dirty. Thoughts of suicide spread through his mind like a virus. The sickness he felt made his head spin and his stomach churn. Hopelessness was the symptom and there seemed to be no remedy. It wasn’t long until the door swung open again with another one of D-Rock’s clients.

  Xavier loss count of how many men had used his mouth. It all had become a horrible blur of orange and banging of metal doors. His throat was sore and a disgusting crust of cum began to form on his chin. He couldn’t even form the spit required to wipe it off he was so dehydrated. The men who forced their prison pricks in his mouth didn’t even care how he looked.

  What they did to him was more about power and disrespect than sex. A couple of them tried to nut in his eyes so that it would burn, knowing that he wasn’t able to get to water. Others pissed on his after they did their business. Xavier doubted they had some water sports fetish. All that was happening to him was revenge. Xavier may not have been the cop that put him in the prison but he was surely the one they were taking their anger out on.

  “Don’t tell me you’re tired already, bitch,” D-Rock barked from the door. Xavier slowly looked up at the menacing giant. He hadn’t even heard the door open. The fallen officer was so used to bodies coming in and out to be serviced that he had become numb. “We just now getting the party started. Time to
get that ass nice and open.”

  Xavier’s body steeled in horror. The thought of D-Rock shoving his monster meat in his ass made the correctional officer wish for death. His maniacal laugh was almost as troubling as the threat itself. It was at that moment that Xavier knew he had to fight. D-Rock would probably knock him unconscious but at least he wouldn’t be awake to endure the violation the man had planned.

  “Don’t worry, little nigga,” D-Rock began. He hovered over Xavier, looking down at the man as if he was a beaten slave deserving of no mercy. “I just got some more pussy from that police bitch. And I aint with that faggot shit. Fucking a nigga in the ass does nothing for me.”

  A wave of relief washed over Xavier. For a moment he considered asking for water. He was even prepared to beg. But he knew that being deprived of hydration was no accident. The officer’s circumstances were by design. D-Rock wanted all that was happening to Xavier to be unbearable. For a moment Xavier wondered if D-Rock hoped that he would take his own life.

  “I know you like it in the ass,” D-Rock said. He said it as if it were a fact. “Your prison butt buddy, Raheem, told me so.”

  Xavier looked up in D-Rock’s eye and asked, “Is he alright?”

  D-Rock smirked. “You must really have something for that little faggot motherfucker, hunh?” The old gangster kneeled down and leaned in towards Xavier until their faces were only inches apart. “You’re sitting here butt ass naked with about a dozen nigga’s nut dripping from your face and you really want to know how that nigga is doing? All that dick done made you crazy or some shit? Or do you really think that nigga has feeling for your bitch ass?”

  Xavier pulled his gaze from D-Rock’s face and looked down to the ground. The man was right. Xavier wondered why on earth he would give a damn about some jail house nigga in the first place. Hell, he wondered why he had any amount of concern for another man. But as much as he hated to admit, Xavier had some very strong feelings for Raheem. And at this moment, abused and near death in some jail cell, those were the only feelings keeping him from the brink.