Prison Politics

by Beast

  Raheem reached up and pressed down on the small of Gustavo’s back. Reluctantly, the Spanish gangster bent over more, exposing the beauty of his anal entrance. Raheem licked his lips. Staring at the glistening, smooth specter was just too much. He knew he had to get a grip. He wanted to last as long as he possibly could so that Gustavo could take his dick and know who was in charge.

  Like a starving child given lobster and filet mignon, Raheem feasted. He dropped his own dick, reached up and pried Gustavo’s smooth cheeks apart. Raheem pressed his face between the man’s cakes and planted his lips on Gustavo’s quivering hole.

  Gustavo’s ass clenched the moment Raheem’s tongue glided over his fuck chute. The instinctive reflex didn’t deter the would be Triple Deuce’s efforts. His fingers dug into Gustavo’s flesh as his tongue poked and pushed at the tight entry.

  Raheem sucked and pushed his spit against Gustavo’s unrelenting hole. Finally, the man’s sphincter gave way and Raheem’s fleshy fuck tool plunged into his bowels. Gustavo let out a guttural moan and clenched at the brick wall in front of him. Raheem just smacked his ass and drove his tongue even deeper.

  An eternity of anal probing went by before Raheem pulled away and sucked in a breath of air. He was starving to taste what the proud Mexican offered but he wasn’t about to suffocate for the booty. Raheem leaned back on his heels and gripped his shaft again. He reached up and rubbed Gustavo’s spit covered ass. It was wet and gushy. His hole was even a little red from the rough treatment Raheem’s mouth had given it.

  “Aint going to be no running or crying,” Raheem said. “After you made me take that monstrosity between your legs without complaint, you better act like you love this fucking dick.”

  Gustavo didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Raheem knew the man was enjoying every moment of what was happening. Raheem ran his thumb down the crack of his ass, over his pursed sphincter and down to his swollen gouch. If the spot between his hole and balls was hard then so was his dick.

  Raheem stood up and rubbed his thick pole between Gustavo’s ass, shaking in pleasure each time his dick head was tickled by the smoothness of his cheeks. He moistened his mouth and let a long string of spit drip from his mouth down to his dick and the crack of Gustavo’s ass. He grinded his manhood against Gustavo’s ass, lathering his meat and Gustavo’s ass at the same time.

  Slowly, Raheem pushed his dick against Gustavo’s hole. It was tight and denied him entry. The prison thug was patient. He pressed harder and harder until all his weight was pushing his dick forward. Gustavo was going to take his dick whether he liked it or not.

  Half of Raheem’s thick dick plunged into the Mexican thug’s ass the moment his hole loosen just a little. Gustavo grunted in pain and lunged forward, hitting his head against the wall. Raheem gripped the muscle head’s hips and held him still. He wasn’t about to let him run.

  “Don’t run from this fucking dick!”

  Gustavo squirmed and moaned under Raheem’s tight, relentless grip. His dick jump and thickened in the man’s hole. Raheem shoved the length of his manhood deep into Gustavo’s hole. His fleshy, slick walls massaged each throbbing inch of Raheem’s pole.

  Raheem didn’t give him a moment to adjust to his girth. This fuck wasn’t just about pleasure. Revenge was the goal. He slammed the full length of his shaft into Gustavo’s hole, brutalizing his prostate with each stroke.

  “Slow the fuck down,” Gustavo groaned. “Aint used to getting fucked.”

  “Fuck that,” Raheem barked. He slapped the man’s ass and slammed his hips against Gustavo’s body. “Take this shit like a fucking man!”

  A sly grin covered Raheem’s face when he saw Gustavo reach down and beat his own thick meat. The Mexican’s hole clenched and his prostate bulged against the under part of Raheem’s dick each time he stroked down on his own dick. Raheem gritted his teeth and steeled his slim body. It was time to put in work.

  Raheem gripped Gustavo’s hips like a jokey and swiveled his hips, making long, elaborate strokes in and out of the gangster’s ass. It was smooth and soft as silk. Gustavo’s tender walls caressed Raheem’s dick with a velvety soft grip. His balls drew up tightly against his body. The flood was coming and coming fast.

  “Tell me you like this dick, bitch!” Raheem gripped the nape of Gustavo’s neck and pounded away at the man’s hole. “Say that shit!”

  “Just fuck me, nigga,” Gustavo said between moans. “Bust that fucking nut!”

  Raheem growled like a mutt and thrust his insanely hard dick deep inside of Gustavo. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Concentrating on demolishing Gustavo’s ass had him in a horny frenzy. As much as Raheem wanted to put him through an hour of anal thrashing, he couldn’t hold his nut that long. He was lost in the sauce and felt too damn good.

  He moaned and bucked his hips wildly as he felt his orgasm build inside of him. A silent groan caught in his throat as he felt Gustavo’s ass clench and pulse around his rigid dick. The Mexican, prison gangster was nutting. Raheem’s body shuddered in euphoric pleasure.

  Raheem pulled his dick from Gustavo’s raw, living flesh and jacked his slickened meat until shots of hot, creamy cum exploded all over Gustavo’s sweat covered back. The dope boy’s body jerked with each shot. When the orgasmic high subsided, Raheem gripped the base of his still hard pole and smack it against Gustavo’s abused, cum covered hole. He grinned.

  With one smooth stroke, Raheem thrust his dick back inside of Gustavo’s ass and began to fuck him again in earnest. Gustavo’s ass was tighter and wetter. Raheem was sure some of his seed was still oozing from his dick and lining the gangbanger’s walls. Taking dick after nutting was never easy. Now, Raheem could exact the pain he so craved.

  “Don’t tap out on me just yet, motherfucker,” Raheem said. He slammed his dick inside of Gustavo hard and fast. “A nigga like me got stamina.”

  Gustavo groaned in pain. His head hung low and body steeled under Raheem’s assault. This time around his dick hung flaccid, dripping cum all over the cold, hard cement floor. For another agonizing fifteen minutes he took Raheem’s dick. The boy ravished his hole. Raheem didn’t pull out the second time he nutted. Instead, he impaled Gustavo’s ass on his dick and let the torrents of cum line Gustavo’s worn insides.

  “Goddamn,” Raheem cursed. He stepped back and let his deflating manhood slip from Gustavo’s sloppy hole. He wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned. “You got some good fucking ass. You liked that shit. Should let me hit it again just because.”

  Gustavo pushed the cum from his hole, looked over his shoulder and said, “Fucking never again. You tell anyone what the fuck just went down and I’ll kill you and every one you ever loved on the outside.”

  Raheem grinned. “You can’t blame a nigga for trying to get in some good ass a second time.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do to get that fucking phone,” Gustavo ordered. “Play me and I’ll make sure you’re dead before I am.”

  “Fine,” Raheem said. He slipped his oranges back to his waist and tucked his dick. “You remember that gun that was on the block when the riot broke out?”

  “Yea, your cellie had that shit,” Gustavo said. A mischievous grin spread on his lips. “That was before me and my boys got to him and took it.”

  Raheem’s eyes went wide. “You killed him?”

  “I would never admit to killing anyone. But he’s not here anymore and he never used the gun, did he?”

  Rage flared in Raheem’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter now,” he said. It took all his strength to let the transgression pass. “I need to pin it on one of the guards. That’s where you come in.”

  Gustavo laughed. “How the fuck am I going to pin a gun on anyone? I have no idea how that shit got in here in the first place.”

  “All you need to know is that Officer Marco brought that bitch in here. He was paid and told that nothing would happen to his family.”

  “How that shit going to fly when that shit happened like two weeks ag
o?” Gustavo asked. “You can’t plant evidence that anyone is going to believe that long after the shit. Tell me who really got the gun in here and I’ll think about it.”

  “Trust me when I say that you’ll be doing yourself a favor by pinning it on Marco.”

  “Then why the fuck don’t you just do it?”

  “I’m too close to the shit. And plus I don’t have the legitimacy of threatening anyone like you and your gang.”

  “So I have to sacrifice one of my own and let them get locked up to make this shit work? Fuck that. Aint nobody bout to take the fall on some bullshit like that.”

  “The fall guy is already dead,” Raheem said with a sly smile. “Remember, Marco was the one that called in the SWAT team and hours later Javier was dead. You can spin it like Marco planned the whole thing. That motherfucker is proud as shit. He’s not the type to take a threat laying down. Everyone knows that shit.”

  Gustavo looked at Raheem and considered the man’s words. Distrust covered his hard face but he was actually beginning to think the cockamamie plan might actually work. He crossed his huge forearms over his chest and narrowed his gaze.

  “Run this whole thing down for me. I’m supposed to snitch and say that Marco brought a gun in here for Javier? Why the fuck would they believe me?”

  “When Marco comes back on shift, you get into an argument with him. Hell, shove him and accuse him of killing Javier. Make sure everyone hears it. You’ll be sent to solitary but the block commander will want to talk to you. You tell him that Javier had a gun during the riot and that he bragged about extorting Marco to get it. There are a few guards who will say that they saw the two of them talking, a lot. Plus, the money is stashed in Marco’s house.”

  Gustavo shook his head. “You are a twisted motherfucker.”

  “I know,” Raheem said. He extended his hand. “We got a deal?”

  “Fuck it,” he clasped the man’s hand. “Why the fuck not? When I come back on the block I want that damn phone.”

  “That shit is yours. And if you ever want to bend over again I got you.”

  Gustavo’s face twisted in disgust. He shoved Raheem and barked, “Get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up just for shits and giggles, bitch.”

  Raheem left and headed for Officer Bertram’s desk. The man was nowhere to be seen but Raheem was sure he’d be back soon. The old man was like clockwork with his naps. He’d never know that Raheem was on his block but Raheem would make sure his presence was felt. He slipped the note he penned before coming to the block in the top drawer of the man’s desk.

  It was just a folded piece of paper. On the front it said: Spanish Disciples. On the inside was a very simple but cryptic message: We have your wife.

  Raheem tried to contain himself as he walked off. Finally, he was tying up the loose ends that needed tending to. Gustavo would be out of the picture along with Officer Bertram and Officer Marco. Raheem’s only regret was that he wouldn’t have a chance to slay the Mexican thug’s ass once more before he fell victim to his fate.

  Once he was back on the block, none of the snickers about Dee Dee could bother Raheem. He was on cloud nine. Nothing could knock him down from the high he was feeling. He trotted up the stairs to his cells and pushed in the room with a smile on his face.

  The celebratory smile quickly faded when Raheem stood face-to-face with Karif and two other Muslims. Dee Dee was nowhere in sight. The thought to run entered Raheem’s mind but the door was quickly closing behind him. He doubted that he would have enough time to flee before one of the men put hands on him.

  “Don’t think about running,” Karif said, reading Raheem’s mind. “We need to talk.”

  “What’s there to talk about? I already told you what went down with Abdul. That shit wasn’t my fault. He came at me with a shank. What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let him kill me?”

  “That’s not what happened. We know you came in after that guard, Officer Brown. One of the old heads saw you come in behind the man. What we don’t know is why you’re covering for him. I spoke to June Bug. He said Brady told Abdul that if he didn’t take out the guard, he’d kill his mother and sisters.”

  A blank look covered Raheem’s face. He stared back at Karif. He knew better than to think that anything could be kept a secret behind these walls. There were no words to say. Karif wanted answers and anything Raheem said would only make things worse.

  Adrenaline pumped through Raheem’s veins. His muscles flexed and his fists balled. It was a fight or die moment. He’d tried to avoid any physical altercations since he’d been in prison. He wasn’t a bitch but he had too much to lose and the niggas coming at him usually didn’t. Catching another murder charge was nothing for them. Now, Raheem just hoped that none of the men had a weapon. It would be a bloody end if one of them did.

  Raheem’s sinewy body tensed, ready to strike, just as the door to his cell burst open. Shawn slipped in, hands balled and face full of rage. Raheem looked at the boy, surprised and relieved at the same time. Two against three were better odds than one against three any day.

  “What the fuck you doing here?” Raheem asked out the side of his mouth. “You aint got to do this. This aint your fight.”

  “Stop fucking talking,” Shawn barked. “Either we about to fuck these niggas up or get beat down like some bitches. The less your ass talks the better our odds.”

  The cell door opened again before Raheem could say anything. It was June Bug. Raheem’s stomach dropped. His odds had just swung less in his favor. He looked at the Triple Deuce and shook his head. The six men looked at each other with anticipation. It was kindle box ready to ignite with the slightest provocation.

  Shawn grinned back at Raheem then his head slowly turned towards Karif. Raheem saw the moment when the boy’s face when from guarded to committed. In a flash, Shawn rushed Karif. He slammed his fist against the man’s rugged face. All Hell broke loose in the small cell after that.

  Raheem was surprised when he saw June Bug charge towards one of the Muslims instead of him. The moment of shock was short live though. The third Muslim was on Raheem, throwing a torrent of fist in his direction.

  He took the blows like a champion boxer and came back off the ropes swinging. There wasn’t enough room for six grown men to fight like they would in the streets. Close corner combat was dirtier than a neighborhood brawl. Raheem was caught up in the melee and committed his body to doing as much damage to the man he was pitted against as he could.

  Raheem’s elbow slammed across the bridge of his opponent’s face. He karate chopped the man in the throat and then head butted him. Before the man could recover, Raheem kneed him in the groin, forcing him to double over in excruciating pain.

  Shawn and June Bug were faring even better than Raheem. Shawn had unleashed a flurry of fists on Karif. The Muslim was big but slow. Shawn stuck the man a half dozen times before he could even swing. And the boy’s blows weren’t soft. He hit like a grown ass man and Karif felt every lick. June Bug had the man he had squared off with on the ground stomping him out. Dude was a savage.

  An unspoken cease-fire descended in the cell. Everyone backed to a respective corner, licking their wounds. The Muslims were more beaten then Raheem, Shawn and June Bug. Karif looked at the trio and let his hands drop to his sides. It was over. Him and his posse backed out of the cell, but not without leveraging a hard glare at Raheem. The message was clear. It wasn’t over.

  Raheem looked at June Bug and asked, “What the fuck you doing here?” between labored breaths. “You the one that had them niggas on my ass, telling them what Brady said to Abdul.”

  “Your boy told me to ride with him,” June Bug replied, pointing at Shawn. “Nigga said it was time to throw down with the Muslims. Been wanting to fuck them niggas up ever since they converted my cousin. Fam don’t even talk to me no more.”

  Raheem shook his head as he licked his busted, tasting blood. He flopped down on the commode and looked up at Shawn. The boy was still hy
ped up but a smile of pride slowly formed on his face when his gaze met Raheem’s. Little buddy had showed out. Trained to go. Raheem could only smile at the thought.

  “Why you come up here anyways?” Raheem asked Shawn. “Figured you was still mad at me from earlier.”

  “Dude, I aint got no type of beef with you. You bout be sharing a cell with me. Somebody fuck with you they fuck with me. That simple. Told you a nigga was TTG.”

  “Damn,” June Bug cursed. “Got you a straight up G right here. Should have brought your young ass on with the Triple Deuces. Nigga got hands, too.”

  “I hope you don’t think I’m going to be going hard with you and Twist when that nigga comes back,” Raheem said, defiantly. “I appreciate your help but I aint ask you to come up in this bitch and fight my battle.”

  June Bug sucked his teeth. “Calm the fuck down nigga. You always in your fucking feelings like a damn female. I did you a solid. Now I need you to do something for me.”

  Raheem’s eyes darted from June Bug to Shawn and back. Dealing in favors had gotten Raheem indebted to the Triple Deuces. A bargain with Gustavo had turned his ass over to the Latin thug. Now, June Bug, a dude only loyal to himself and the Triple Deuces wanted a favor. Raheem couldn’t deal.

  “Man fuck that,” Raheem said, almost shouting. “Every time one of you motherfuckers ask for a goddamn favor my ass is put on the line. Nigga, you got dozens of motherfucking Triple Deuces to ask a favor from. Why you fucking with me?”

  “You the only one that can put a nigga on with that blonde bitch.” June Bug said. His young face twisted into a lusty grin. “Dawg, if I can play in shawty’s pussy just for a minute I would owe you. My dick aint felt pussy walls in more than five years.”

  “Five years is a long time,” Raheem said. His mind was already racing, thinking of how he could use June Bug and his hormones to his advantage. “I got you pimpin. Holler at me next shift and I’ll let you know if we can work something out.”