Prison Politics

by Beast

  After Raheem finished his third pickup game he made his way over to Xavier and said, “Bout time your weak ass made it back. Thought you abandoned a nigga.”

  “I wouldn’t do that,” Xavier said, barely louder than a whisper. He looked around and made sure no one was looking at them too much. Someone was always watching when guards and inmates talked. “What was all that with your new cellmate?”

  “They put that nigga in there to keep tabs on me.”

  “Who? One of the COs?”

  “Naw, the Triple-Deuces,” Raheem explained. “They been riding a nigga hard. That’s why I needed you to bring that shit in for me. I been clean since I been in this bitch. Can’t be high when cats ready to stick a piece of metal in your back. But them niggas said if I didn’t deliver I might not wake up one day.”

  “What the fuck you doing messing with a gang?” Xavier asked. “I thought you was trying to keep your head down so that you could get paroled early?”

  “Nigga, how the fuck you think I got away from D-Rock’s boys during the riot?” Raheem looked at Xavier as if the answer to the question was obvious. “They knew I had connections on the outside before the riot. My old cellie kept them niggas at bay but he got shanked. They killed D-Rock’s boys and got me free but it came at a price.”

  Xavier frowned. “What did you have to do?”

  “Blood in, blood out. You already know. That’s where all that fucking blood came from before I found your ass. If I didn’t do that shit I was dead. Now, if I don’t do what them niggas say I’m dead.”

  “Then we just need to find a way to kill them first,” Xavier said. He looked over at Raheem with a look that would have scared Death himself. “What happened to Abdul?”

  “They found out that he paid D-Rock to fuck you. You know how them niggas are about that faggot shit. They stopped letting him pray with them. A week ago he was minding his own business doing his prayer and one of the young Muslims started fucking with him. I wasn’t there but I know he got beat pretty badly, man. He should be coming out tomorrow.”

  “Good,” Xavier said. A plan was forming in his at that very moment. “I’ll make sure to put him in the cell with you. Ya’ll got to watch each other’s back if this shit is going to work.”

  “What the fuck you got planned?”

  Xavier grinned. “I’ll tell you after you give me some of that ass I been waiting for.”

  Raheem’s chest heaved. Anger flared in his eyes but Xavier saw an ember of lust simmering in his gaze as well. There had been no resolve concerning Xavier tying Raheem up in the first place. It was that moment of desire that had allowed the young inmate to be taken without a fight. Raheem hadn’t forgotten the deed.

  “When you going to give me that work I asked for,” Raheem asked. “I need to deal with that shit before I deal with anything else. But don’t sit here and think I’m going to be your prison bitch, nigga. I know you want this dick down that fucking throat and up your pussy ass.”

  Xavier grinned. “You’re right. I’m going to suck that dick until my throat hurts. Then I’m going to stick my thumbs in your ass until you can take this dick. And while I’m fucking the bricks off your ass I’ll be gripping your dick, making you bust while I flood that ass.”

  Raheem looked down at the cement, almost spacing out. Xavier got nervous for a moment, thinking he had gone too far. But then he saw the bulge poking against Raheem’s oranges. He had turned the self professed thug on with his words.

  “Get me my shit,” Raheem said. “Now.”

  Xavier tried not to smile as he watched the boy walk away, back to the weights in the yard. Thinking about how it would feel to fuck the young inmate’s ass sent Xavier’s hormones in a wild frenzy. He thought of all the ways he could twist Raheem’s body, so he could dig as deeply in the man’s guts as possible. He was so caught up in what he was going to do he suddenly realized finding a place and opportunity would be damn near impossible.

  A plan quickly formed in his mind. But as much as the lure of some ass from the young prison gangster was, he had more to figure out. Xavier went back to the block and looked up the prisoner database, searching for all suspected members of the Triple-Deuces. Surprisingly, there weren’t that many, maybe a dozen. But they were a rowdy bunch.

  The list of assaults on officers and suspected assaults on inmates looked like a rap sheet for a hit man about to retire after a long career. There were a handful of inmate murders some of the gang members were suspected of committing but were never confirmed. Xavier scanned the list of names of the victims and noticed a pattern: they were all Hispanic.

  Xavier cross referenced the names and found that most of the men attacked or killed were members of the Spanish Disciples. They were just as vicious as the Triple-Deuces and their rivalry ran deep. All that was needed was a spark to ignite the flame and start a mighty blaze. Xavier had a flint rock in mind.

  The sound of what Xavier thought was a school bell echoed through the block and out in the yard. A sea of prisoners flooded back into the block and headed to their cells. Xavier looked up at Marco, confusion covered his face.

  “We don’t take them to the mess hall anymore,” he explained. “After the riot it was ruled that moving that many prisoners from the block would be a security risk. They eat in their cells now. You can go take a break if you want. Passing out the trays is easy. Only takes one man a couple of inmates.”

  Xavier nodded. He didn’t need a break as much as he needed to take a nice shit. He grabbed the paperwork he’d written up for the lieutenant and left the block. He wanted to make sure he was able to get Abdul in the cell with Raheem before some other inmate was transferred in there.

  “Lieutenant Patterson,” Xavier said as he knocked on the man’s open door. “Mind if I speak to you for a minute?”

  “Come on in son,” he waved the guard in. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon. Everything working out okay? Not having any problems with any inmates are you?”

  “No,” Xavier shook his head. “Not at all. I wanted to ask if you could transfer Abdul Sharif from solitary back to the cell block. He only has a day left but I had a question about what happened during the riot for him.”

  The lieutenant frowned and leaned back in his chair, “I don’t have a problem letting him out but I am curious as to what you want to ask him. I don’t want my COs conducting private investigations.”

  Xavier smiled disarmingly. “It’s nothing like that sir. When I got away from D-Rock he saw me running on the tier, naked. He came to the cell I hid in and threw clothes at me. Maybe because he’s Muslim, I don’t know. I figured getting him out early would be a gesture that would set us even.”

  Lieutenant Patterson studied Xavier’s face for a moment. His tired face suddenly brightened as he looked down at the form in Xavier’s hand and motioned for it. He looked the paper over, signed and handed it back.

  “The other Muslims have cast him out,” Lieutenant Patterson began, “I’m not sure why but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the one that started the little altercation. Just don’t make it seem like you’re doing him any favors or that you appreciate him doing what he did during the riot.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Xavier left the office with a wide grin on his face. Then his stomach bubbled. He needed to hit the bathroom. As soon as he hit the hall outside of the lieutenant’s office he bee lined for the toilet. Xavier filed the industrial strength commode with a healthy layer of toilet tissue so his contraband wouldn’t go too far down the toilet. Once he was done doing his business he held the two condom packets in his hand and inspected them. He had delivered for Raheem and he was ready to collect his prize. But first he had to emancipate Abdul.

  Xavier stuffed the drugs in his pockets and headed for the SHU. Getting Abdul and Raheem back together was the first step. Then he needed information. Raheem didn’t know it yet, but he was going to tell him who managed to get the gun in the prison. Finding that out would all but cement his relationship with th
e lieutenant. But that information wasn’t just to get in the bosses good graces. If the opportunity presented itself, he’d use it to kill two birds with one stone, three if he got lucky.

  “How’s it going, Brown,” the officer on duty in the SHU said. “Nice seeing you back man.”

  Xavier locked his gaze on the man’s blue eyes, “It’s good to be back. Had to make sure these savages know who the fuck is in charge.”

  “Damn right,” the man said with a grin. “What can I do for you?”

  “I need to take one of the inmates back to gen pop.” Xavier handed him the form. “Abdul Sharif.”

  “Not a problem,” the officer said. He scanned the form and pointed to a cell on the second tier. “He’s in there. Been quiet, unlike these other fucks. I’ll buzz the door open for you.”

  Xavier nodded his thanks and headed up the stairs. Abdul was on his knees praying when Xavier made it to the door. Instantly, thoughts of the disciplined prisoner fucking his ass in the chaos of the riot exploded in his mind. His dick jumped in his pants and his ass tightened from want and need. Then he thought about how good Abdul’s ass had felt on his dick. Xavier smiled down at Abdul.

  “You’re back,” Abdul said, surprised. “Didn’t think you’d ever step foot in this Hell again.”

  “Got some unfinished business.”

  “Raheem?” he asked. He tilted his head queerly. “He’s not a bad dude but he’s out for himself. He’ll burn you if it helps him. That nigga is vicious. Watch your back.”

  “That’s why you’re his new cellmate.” Xavier grinned. “Get up and get your stuff. You’re going back to the block. And you’re going to keep an eye him for me.”

  Abdul smiled up at Xavier. It was damn near impossible for the guard not to appreciate his smooth, butterscotch skin. His smile was more sincere than erotic; it turned Xavier on even more. He wondered if the devout Muslim desired his flesh as much as Xavier desired his.

  It didn’t take long for the man to gather his things. Abdul stuffed the Quran in his laundry bag and said, “I’m ready when you are.” Xavier motioned for the prisoner to exit the cell. Abdul obliged. He walked past Xavier, brushing the back of his hand against Xavier’s arm as he left the cell. He looked back at the guard and his face creased in a sudden smile. It was more than an invitation. Xavier saw that. It seemed like genuine interest.

  Ignoring the gesture took a lot of strength, but Xavier had more pressing things to tend to then to contemplate what was going on between him and Abdul. He led the prisoner from the SHU and thought about how he was going to get Raheem to tell him what he wanted to know. Blackmailing him with the goods he’d smuggled in was an option but he knew he’d never withhold the drugs if it meant Raheem would be at risk with the Triple-Deuces.

  Xavier was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he’d walked past Abdul. He was at the hall leading to the medical unit and looked back. Abdul stood next to one of the medical supply closets, full of all the linen and bed pans. Abdul motioned towards the door and stared back at Xavier like an innocent doe. There was nothing innocent about his intensions.

  Jaws clenched, Xavier considered the inmates proposition. He scanned the hall and didn’t see a soul in sight. He needed to get back to the block. Marco asking him what took him so long to get back wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have. And risking fucking another inmate the day he got back seemed foolhardy and reckless. Still, the urge was strong and persistent. Just like his dick raging against his thigh.

  “We have to be quick,” Xavier said as he yanked his keys from his hip. He opened the door and looked at Abdul with an intensity that rivaled a supernova. “And you better not make a fucking sound.”

  Abdul dropped his laundry bag and was all over Xavier the moment the door shut behind them. His hands caressed Xavier’s temples as he pulled the CO’s face to his own. Their lips crashed into each other’s. Abdul was ferocious as his tongue greedily tasted Xavier’s mouth. The guard struggled to keep up. The inmate’s appetite was insatiable.

  Xavier’s body shuddered at the man’s attentive touch. He moaned in the inmate’s mouth as he felt Abdul’s finger tips drag over his skin. Down the curves of his jaw bone to his neck and collar bone. Then, the pair exploded, as if all the pent up energy between them had come to a catalyst.

  Abdul pulled at Xavier’s uniform, stripping him almost as quickly as Xavier snatched his oranges off. They pulled from each other’s face, looking at each other like a pair of wild dogs ready to jump the other. Their chests heaved with impatience. Only clothes stood between them and the illicit deeds teasing their dirty minds.

  Xavier crashed into Abdul the moment he worked his slacks to his ankles. His dick jabbed against Abdul’s burning flesh. He took the boy by the neck and pulled him into his mouth. Xavier’s body flooded with excitement and pleasure. Raw, unadulterated energy vibrated from the inmate’s flesh and seemed to burn his own.

  Abdul sucked on Xavier’s bottom lip, hard, and pulled away. He gripped the guard and held him at a distance. Between heavy breathes he commanded, “Get on your knees and suck my dick. I want to feel your lips on my shit while I fuck that throat.”

  Xavier’s nostrils flared savagely. He slinked down to his knees and took Abdul’s thick manhood in his hand. He gripped the jailhouse meat and pulled Abdul’s fleshy foreskin back, revealing a smooth, glistening head. Dick musk hit Xavier’s nose. The smell was like a pheromone. It only riled the guard even more. Xavier leaned forward and swallowed the stiff prick whole.

  Abdul’s head thrust back. He looked towards the ceiling, his mouth wide open as the tight warmth of Xavier’s mouth sent waves of blissful ecstasy all through his body. Abdul planted one hand on the wall to steady himself and his other on the back of Xavier’s head. He grinded his hips into Xavier’s face harder and harder with each stroke.

  Spit and dick juices foamed at the corners of Xavier’s mouth as he sucked as hard as he could on Abdul’s thickness. He reached up and scooped the slobber dribbling from his chin. With his free hand, Xavier reached between Abdul’s muscular thighs and parted his ass with his fingers. Abdul slowed to allow Xavier the chance to access what he desired.

  Xavier took his spit slickened hand and smeared the fluids over Abdul’s hole. A moan of pleasure vibrated in Abdul’s chest as he felt Xavier’s thumb push through his tight rosebud. Xavier pressed as far as his digit could go. Once he met the meaty flesh of the inmate’s prostate, Xavier moved his thumb in a circular motion, placing as much pressure as he could.

  Abdul’s dick jumped in Xavier’s mouth each time the guard hit that one spot that made his knees tremble. His balls tightened and he could feel his orgasm build. Xavier was milking his ass and serving his dick. Abdul hated how much he enjoyed what the man was doing to his body. Still he wanted more.

  A loud pop echoed in the small room when Abdul yanked his dick from Xavier’s mouth. He looked down at the guard with lust ablaze in eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

  Xavier smiled. He jumped up and spun Abdul around onto the wall. Like a wrecking ball, Xavier slammed into Abdul, pressing his chest against the man’s back, grinding his hips into his ass. Their bodies were so hot it was a wonder the room didn’t catch on fire when their flesh met. Xavier bit gently on Abdul’s neck, trying to hold back from tearing the inmate’s flesh off. His hunger was that strong and primal.

  “You have to keep it down,” Xavier growled in Abdul’s ear. He reached down and took his dick in his hand. Xavier stroked his meat until precum dripped like a fountain from the tip. He slipped his hardness between Abdul’s cheeks and poked his slick pole against his entrance. “Keep quiet.”

  Abdul nodded and closed his eyes as he felt Xavier push his insanely hard dick inside him. He caught the scream in his throat as the pain tore at his hole. Abdul went to his toes as Xavier pressed forward, driving his fuck stick deeper and deeper into the inmate.

  Xavier gripped Abdul by the hips once his dick was halfway in and
took a few steps back, still inside him, until the man was bent over. He looked down at the light brown flesh tightly gripping his meat. Xavier’s dick jumped at the sight and made Abdul’s body tense. Slowly, Xavier began to stroke. He wanted to beat the ass up and finish quickly but he had to at least get Abdul used to his dick first.

  He short stroked Abdul’s ass like a jack rabbit, pushing in a little more with each thrust. Finally, once he was balls deep, Abdul’s ass relaxed and the velvety soft walls of his bowels embraced Xavier’s pole. He let out a sigh of relief. Xavier smiled. It wasn’t over yet.

  Xavier ran his right hand up Abdul’s sweat cover back and gripped him by the back of his neck. He pressed his hips hard against the inmate’s ass, driving his dick deep into his guts. Touching depths more intimate than he could ever imagine. Xavier steadied himself and began to fuck the shit out of Abdul.

  Flesh smacked violently against flesh. Abdul’s ass gushed as Xavier began pile driving his ass beyond recognition. Sounds of wet fucking echoed in the small space. Abdul pressed his face against the hard cement wall, trying not to scream in sweet, agonizing pleasure. He clawed at the rough stone.

  Xavier’s body shuddered each time he pulled all the way out and pierced the lips of Abdul’s hole. The sensation was only second to the tensing sensation of Abdul’s ass walls gripping his swollen member. Xavier hunched over and pressed his chest against the inmate’s back.

  “You open as fuck,” he growled. “Damn, boy. Take this fucking dick! Open up for daddy!”

  “Bust that nut, CO!”

  Xavier reached up and placed his hand over Abdul’s mouth. His hips moved with a singular focus. Savage need for release tore at his gut. Blood rushed from his head to his dick. His dick strained inside Abdul’s bowels. He was on the precipice of satiating satisfaction.

  “Ah fuck!” Xavier growled. “Fuck!” he cussed between each thrust. “I’m bout to bust in this ass, Abdul! I’m gonna—”

  Endorphins exploded in Xavier’s head. His body tensed and his grip on Abdul’s hips tightened as he impaled the full length of his shaft in the inmate. Xavier shot load after hot, thick load deep inside of Abdul. The sensation intensified when he felt Abdul’s hole clench at his dick. The prisoner had cum too.