Prison Politics

by Beast

  “How the fuck did you get a CO to bring any drugs up in this bitch? And why the fuck you telling me all this shit?”

  “Like I said, I do what I need to do to keep alive. I want to help you get the justice you want,” Raheem lied. He hoped that the man believe the lie about Marco. “How I got him to do it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there aint shit else he can do for me.”

  “I think you lying,” Gustavo hissed. He looked Raheem up and down. “Brady probably thinks you the one that fucked up the drop and caused the shakedown. Why the fuck would you move weight so everyone could see? What he got you doing now? Who he want you to kill? Me?”

  Raheem shook his head. “One of the guards.”

  “Oh shit,” Gustavo said, with laughter. “That Vato is crazy as fuck. You know how long this bitch will be on lockdown if you take out a CO? You’ll forget what the fuck grass looks like.”

  Raheem stared at the man. He was sure Gustavo knew what he was talking about. He’d been locked up since he was eighteen and he was already twenty-six. He was serving a twenty-five year sentence for attempted murder. He had been at the prison when the inmates managed to kill an elderly CO.

  “I’m not trying to kill anyone. I need your help.”

  “Why the fuck would I help you? I’m still debating whether or not to kill your black ass before that blond bitch gets back here.”

  “If you do that you’ll be facing life, maybe the death penalty.” Raheem hoped his words steadied the massive brute’s hand. “You don’t want me. I’m just a pawn in all this shit. Brady told me to get some dope and pills and I’d live. I did what I had to do. I’m not the one that went and had your cousin carved up. You want that nigga Flip and Brady.”

  “How the fuck am I supposed to get to them without taking out some of their soldiers first? You know they always roll deep. I wouldn’t be able to get within ten feet of them.”

  “I can set it up,” Raheem offered. “If I don’t kill that guard then Brady said he would kill me. I need that nigga dead as much as you want to see him draw his last breath.”

  “So you want me to do all the killing and have blood on my hand? What the fuck do I get out of the deal?”

  “You get to see the man that fucked with your family dead and gone. What else do you want?”

  “Shit, what else do you got to offer? I’ll be saving your fucking life. Nigga, you’ll owe me a big ass fucking favor.”

  “Name it and if I can deliver I got you.”

  “You got pull like that, hunh?” Gustavo asked. “When you supposed to off that guard?”

  Raheem looked down to the ground. “Before the end of the day.”

  Gustavo laughed aloud. “You one funny motherfucker. You want to have me kill Flip and Brady before the last fucking count? How you going to deliver on that shit you owe by then? Especially if I want some shit from outside?”

  Raheem stood there with a blank expression on his face. The man was right. The timeline was fucked up and there was no way he could get anything for Gustavo before the end of the day. Nothing that would convince the man to kill two people and put him in the clear.

  “Man, all I can do is fucking try. Tell me what you want and I’ll try my best to get you what you want. My life depends on that shit.”

  “You right,” Gustavo said. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking. Then, his eyes went wide. He had a thought. The large Spanish prisoner reached down and grabbed at what looked like an insanely thick piece of meat as he said, “I aint had no pussy since I been in this bitch. The only way I bust a nut is my jacking my dick and that shit is getting old quick as fuck.”

  Raheem smiled. “I can get that blonde bitch to ride your dick. That aint a problem. I can make that shit a regular thing. Just say the word.”

  “Nah, slim,” Gustavo shook his head. “We not bringing in no other loose ends on this fucking deal. You gonna give some of that ass and I’m going to fuck it like some pussy. I couldn’t fuck with the faggots that sell they ass because my boys would kill me if they found out. I’ll be here for more than a decade. Some reliable ass is fucking priceless. And I know you fuck niggas on the low when you want something.”

  Raheem looked at Gustavo with shock and fear. He’d never expected the Latin thug to proposition anything like that. And the thought of seeing and feeling the awakening monster he stroked through his oranges made Raheem’s legs weak at the knees. He was sure he’d die bending over for his ass.

  “You really fucking me up,” Raheem said. “You sitting here demanding ass when I’m telling you I’m a dead man by the end of the fucking day.”

  “I’m not the one on a schedule,” Gustavo said with a sadistic grin. “I can wait until the stars fucking align to strike at those niggas. Have them guessing and waiting in fear. So you need to make up your mind before that bitch guard gets back here.”

  “You want to fuck me right here? Right now?”

  “My dick hard. Let’s seal the fucking deal right here and now.”

  “You’ll kill Brady and Flip if I let you fuck me right now?”

  “If you let me fuck you now and whenever else I want to play in that dark chocolate ass. And you have to help me get those two alone so I can pull it off. You get me killed and I’ll have my boys kill your bitch ass.”

  Raheem cringed. “Fine. Fuck it. I aint got a fucking choice.”

  “Take your clothes off,” Gustavo ordered. His dark piercing eyes molested Raheem’s flesh as he stripped naked. “Damn, you got a nice little body. Turn around so I can see that black ass.”

  Raheem clenched his jaw tightly and turned around. He heard Gustavo make a lusty groan. Raheem couldn’t believe what was happening. Not too long ago he was sucking an old man’s dick to get help and now he was about to let some Mexican prison thug dick him down.

  “You know, I fucked with a dude back in middle school,” Gustavo confided. “I never busted a nut like the one I shot off in his ass while he rode my dick. No bitch ever made me feel that fucking good.”

  Raheem didn’t say a word. He turned back around and faced Gustavo. He was naked from the waist down. Raheem’s eyes traveled to the man’s groin and went wide. Gustavo’s uncut dick was about as thick as a beer can and just as long as his own dick. There was no way this man was going to fuck him.

  “I don’t think I can take that,” Raheem said in the most serious tone he could. “It’s too big.”

  “Don’t worry. I have some fucking Crisco in the cart. Usually use it for my knuckles when I have to teach a motherfucker a lesson. Helps limit the cuts on the knuckles. But I know how you faggot niggas love fucking with Crisco.”

  Raheem bit his tongue. He needed Gustavo and wasn’t about to insult the man. He eyes the giant built like a body builder walk over to his cart and pull out a small bottle of Crisco oil. He poured half the bottle on the broad top of his dick. Slowly, he stroked his massive meat until it glistened in menacing splendor. He laid back on the cement ground and held his dick so it would poke towards the ceiling.

  “Come sit on my dick,” Gustavo barked. “You’re going to ride my dick until I fill those nigger guts with my Mexican seed. Might cum so hard that your ass gets pregnant.”

  Raheem took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. As soon as he made this asshole bust he’d find a way to get him and Brady in a room together. That was the only thing on his mind. Raheem walked over to Gustavo and stood over his body. He looked down at the horny prisoner and swallowed hard. It was going to hurt so much.

  Slowly, Raheem squatted down and took the top of Gustavo’s incredibly thick dick in his hands. It was burning hot to the touch and pulsed with quick flowing blood. The Mexican thug grinned with excitement. He was really getting off on what was going down. Raheem tried to ignore the stupid look on the man’s face. He slid the slick dick between his muscular ass and pressed the head of Gustavo’s dick against his quivering hole.

  “Go slow,” Gustavo said. “I want to feel every part of that hole before I b
ust. It’s been a while so I’m sure I won’t last long.”

  Raheem ignored him and focused on the getting the man’s thick shaft in his ass. He grinded his hips back and forth, trying to loosen his tight hole. It didn’t work. He was too tense. Raheem took a deep breath and tried bouncing on the dick a little. He hoped it would just pop in. That didn’t work either.

  Disappointment covered Gustavo’s face. He reached up and ran his thick fingers over Raheem’s exposed ass. He grabbed and kneaded the flesh until the tension was gone. Then he slid his hands to the oily crack of Raheem’s tight ass. Gustavo roughly rubbed over Raheem’s entrance. He wasn’t going to be gentle.

  First one thick finger slid into Raheem’s ass. The second quickly followed and elicited a sickening grunt from Raheem that got caught up in his throat. It sounded like he was dying. Being choked to death or something. The third finger had tears streaming down the side of his black, marble-like face.

  Gustavo thrust his three digits as deeply inside of Raheem as possible. When he finally pulled them out, the boy’s ass was gaping. Gustavo didn’t waste a second. He gripped Raheem’s slim waist and pulled him down on his rigid pole. The heat radiating from Gustavo’s dick made Raheem’s hole burn. His sheer girth put him in so much pain that his ass went numb.

  Raheem whimpered like a puppy with a broken leg as inch after thick, hot inch wormed deep into his fleshy guts. He was gasping and moaning, his breath came quicker as Gustavo bottomed out in his ass. Gustavo growled like a wild dog, swiveling his hips and tearing at Raheem’s walls.

  “Damn, this ass feels fucking good,” the Mexican gang leader cooed. “You going to be my black prison bitch for as long as you in this motherfucker. Ass too good to ignore.”

  Raheem didn’t utter a word. He was delirious with pain. He clung to Gustavo’s chest as the man thrust his hips up, forcing Raheem to bounce on his dick. Sweat cascaded down Raheem chest and ass as he held on for dear life. He reached back and rubbed his ass while Gustavo pounded away like a mad man. His hole was stretched so wide he was sure something had torn.

  Gustavo moan and groaned, thrashing his head from side to side. Raheem prayed he was close. His ass gushed. The Crisco, precum and ass juices had formed a slick, creamy white foam at his hole. His dick slapped against Gustavo’s hard body with the same force the man pounded into his ass.

  When Gustavo reached up and twisted Raheem’s nipples without a hint of mercy, the unwilling sex worker’s dick thickened. Smacking turned into heavy thuds. Gustavo noticed the young trap boy’s thickening pole. He moved his other hand from Raheem’s hip and grabbed his dick. He beat Raheem’s dick as he fucked his ass. It was a painfully erotic rhythm that had Raheem’s head spinning.

  Raheem winced in pain as he felt Gustavo’s dick thicken even more in his ass. His own dick hardened in the Spanish Disciple’s hand. It all set the man off. He howled like a wolf and pulled Raheem all the way down on his dick. Raheem could feel a gallon of hot cum explode in his ass. He was surprised when his own dick erupted, shooting two watery shots onto Gustavo’s face.

  “Fuck, that shit hurts,” Raheem cried. He eased himself off Gustavo’s dick. His ass squeezed tightly, sucking in every drop of hot seed lingering in Gustavo’s shaft into him. “Oh my God.”

  When Raheem finally pulled the last inch of Gustavo’s dick from his used hole, he felt the flood. Cum dripped from his gaping hole and spilled onto Gustavo’s deflating dick. The Mexican freak just looked down and smiled.

  “When you going to let me fill that hole up again,” Gustavo asked.

  “Take care of the business at hand and we’ll see,” Raheem retorted. “We have to hurry. We don’t have much time.”

  “Shit, you tell me the time and place and I’ll be there. It will just be me and you. Hope you don’t bitch up by the sight of blood.”

  Raheem frowned. “I thought you was going to kill them niggas?”

  “I am.” Gustavo got up and put his clothes back on. “You’re going to help me. I’m not bringing no one in on this shit. The less people who know the better.”

  “I aint got shit to kill no one with,” Raheem admitted. “Can’t kill either of them with my bare hands.”

  Gustavo went to his cleaning cart and pulled out a long, sharpened piece of metal. He handed it to Raheem with a twisted smile on his face. Before Raheem could say anything there was a knock on the cell door. It was Blondie. He stuffed the shank in his oranges and went to the door. Raheem looked back at Gustavo. He prayed the man wasn’t playing him. His life depended on it.

  Raheem convinced the guard to pull another big favor for him. He had to stroke her pussy again to make her agree. If she did her part and Gustavo did his, Flip and Brady would be dead before the start of the new shift. Xavier would be back just in time to see all the shit he had started with his little plan the day before.

  Raheem stepped into his cell and asked, “What the fuck happened to your face? The Muslims fucking with you again?”

  Abdul nodded. “They was mad that I got out early. Thought I said something to the guards about them to get out. I held my own though.”

  Raheem nodded. “Good. You can’t let them niggas try to bitch you around. All we got is each other and I need you still breathing and walking.”

  “I got you, man. So what happened? Where did you go?”

  “Trying to make sure I hold my end of that deal. I aint no good to you dead. Had to make sure I had a plan to deal with the Triple Deuces. I got me a shank just in case them cats come after me.”

  “Half them cats were on the transfer list today,” Abdul said. “They all being moved to Florida tomorrow morning. The guards put everyone who’s leaving down in ad sig. First time they did that shit in a while.”

  Raheem smiled. Lieutenant Patterson actually came through and thinned out his would be assassins. Knocking them down to size might actually work. With only half their muscle and Brady out the way, the Triple Deuces wouldn’t be a threat anymore.

  “Good. I need to go make some more moves. Are you going to be okay? Don’t want to come back and see you diced up by those fucking Muslims.”

  “You worried about me now,” Abdul said with a smile. “Didn’t know you cared.”

  Raheem’s nostrils flared. He was worried. Waking up in the morning would be an answered prayer. Having Abdul right there with him would be a blessing. It wasn’t until that moment that the young prison thug really considered how much prison had changed him. He was worried about Abdul. It wasn’t just that he needed him for mutual protection. He wanted the boy around.

  “No man should be cut down like some fucking animal in this bitch,” Raheem said. He walked up to Abdul, reached up and caressed the man’s face. “We’re not animals. Despite all the fucked up shit we have to do, we’re men. Don’t forget that shit.”

  Admiration and appreciation beamed on Abdul’s smooth face. He reached up and took Raheem’s hand in his own. His lips pressed against the back of Raheem’s hand. They smiled at each other as if they were saying goodbye forever. Raheem smiled back at his cellmate. He prayed that this wasn’t the last time he’d see Abdul.

  Raheem pulled away from Abdul’s grip and left the cell. He didn’t have the luxury of getting into his feelings. Death walked with him and demanded a sacrifice. He was intent on making sure he wasn’t the one offered up.

  Getting excited about killing someone wasn’t something Raheem was used to doing. He hovered at the railing in front of his cell, waiting for Blondie to signal him, pacing like he’d somehow walk himself into freedom. Anxiety tempered the adrenaline rush he’d felt when he stepped from his cell. In a few moments he could be dead.

  Finally, the signal came. Raheem went to the guard station down in the middle of the floor. He asked one of the guards to see if he could speak to one of the investigators looking into Javier’s murder. It was the only request that would get him out of the block without waiting a few hours. Raheem didn’t have that kind of time.

  The guard g
ot a radio call saying to send him down and Blondie went ahead and volunteered to take him the investigators. Instead of going to the interrogation rooms, Raheem was escorted down to the cafeteria. Brady and Flip were on food prep detail with a bunch of guys who weren’t affiliated with any group from other blocks. It was the only time Brady would be vulnerable.

  Blondie took him to the supply closet and closed the gate. It locked by itself on the inside. She promised that she’d be back with Brady and Flip, before all the other guys from the other blocks came. Dinner was four hours away but prep for nearly 1,000 inmates started early. Raheem just hoped that Gustavo was able to make it to the spot in time. He saw the Spanish Disciple read the kite he wrote.

  Waiting was pure Hell. The anticipation forced bullets of sweat from Raheem’s forehead. He ducked off in the corner next to a tower of boxes filled with super sized canned goods. Doubt crept in his mind. He couldn’t rip the thought from his mind that his plan wasn’t going to work. Images of him lying dead on the ground with his face stomped in exploded in his mind.

  Laughter filled the cafeteria. It was too late to turn back. Raheem heard Blondie say something before the gate to the supply room opened. The laugher and jovial conversation continued until the two men heard the gate close. There was no way to open it from the inside without a key. They protested but only the sounds of Blondie’s footsteps walking away could be heard. It was now or never.

  Raheem shot up to his feet and crashed into the first body he could with all his weight. The metal blade cut into his hand as it impaled someone in the gut. Raheem’s heart raced and his hands shook. He’d just stabbed someone. Raheem had to yank the weapon twice to get it free. Flip’s limp body slunk to the floor.

  Brady’s eyes went wide. He looked down at Flip and then back up at Raheem. Anger and rage roared in his gaze. He reached for his hip and pulled out a long, sharpened screwdriver. He wanted blood. It was written all over his face.

  Raheem was ready. He gripped his bloody shank in his hand and stared the hardened criminal down. An uneasy standoff lingered between the two men. Then suddenly, Brady’s arm went up and he howled like a beast. Before he could take a step, a pair of large hands grabbed his head from the back. A sickening snap echoed in the small space when his head was twisted 180 degrees. His body fell to the ground. Gustavo hovered above him. He smiled and nodded at Raheem.