by Beast
PRISON POLITICS
Shorts Collection
BEAST
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENT
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Locked Down
Raw Riot
Solitary
Blood In, Blood Out
Snitch
Prag
Trained To Go
June Bug
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Prison Politics is a work of fiction. It is a proliferation of my imagination. In this short erotic tale disease does not exist. Characters engage in sexual behaviors that should not be mimicked simply because they are read here. This is a fantasy. It is make-believe. In the real world there are many potential life threatening consequences to sex without a condom with random and multiple partners. This is a story intended for adults. As adults we all have the personal responsibility to take care of ourselves and others. Be safe and enjoy this momentary escape from reality.
Locked Down
“Simmons! Blocker!” Xavier shouted into the cell. The two men who were unlucky enough to call the eight by ten cell home barely moved under the dingy black and brown covers. The rusty, metal bunk creaked under the weight of one of the men as he shifted towards Xavier and made eye contact. His head was back under the covers just as quickly. The other inmate made a loud, distinct grunt. It was all Xavier needed to check the two of their names off his list for the afternoon count.
Xavier stepped back and let the heavy cell door close in front of him. He waited for the loud snap of the door locking before he moved on to the next cell. He sighed impatiently as he fidgeted with his keys. He had eight more inmates to check off before he could turn in the count. Just four more cells and I can take my black ass home, Xavier thought. Can’t wait to get up out of this bitch.
Home. The thought made Xavier grin sourly at the irony. He’d leave one physical prison for an existential one grounded in persistent solitude and monotony. No, home was back in Kansas, he thought as he rubbed the brim of his nose. Home was the big house he’d purchased for Briana before he caught her cheating on him with one of her high school friends. Home was the life he’d envisioned with her and the four kids he dreamt of having. But now, home was an empty apartment furnished only with a bed and a TV just outside of Atlanta; a city he didn’t know or particularly like.
Xavier pushed open the third to last cell and called out the men’s names. He repetitiously checked off their names just like he had the last one hundred or so before them. Of all the monotonous things he was tasked with as a corrections officer, taking the count was the one he loathed the most. Sure, it signaled the end of the shift but it was boring, annoying and required getting up from the station. The stench from cell to cell was the worse.
Leaving the station was one of Xavier’s least favorite things. He hated mingling with the prisoners. He hated having to retrieve one of them from the rec, the kitchen or from their cells to ferry them to wherever the Hell they were needed. He’d much rather spend his day filing reports and organizing files right at the station.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of the men. Even though they were prisoners, most of which had committed violent crimes, they were human; blood and bones just like him. Most of them just wanted to do their time and move on with their pathetic lives. Xavier just wasn’t the social butterfly that apparently made being a correctional officer easier. He didn’t want to have long discussions with the inmates or even the correctional officers for that matter. It seemed like that was all they wanted to do.
Even when Xavier was doing count, the few men who were not sleep or playing cards were engaged in some deep philosophical issue that would always end up being about women’s breasts and asses. They always tried to pull Xavier into the conversations. Other guards would entertain the dialogue if only for a moment, just so their day would go by that much faster. Xavier didn’t. He thought it was one of the most inane things to do since he would be talking about women when the men in the discussion likely hadn’t seen a naked woman in years and probably wouldn’t for many more to come.
Xavier got to the second to last cell. Ugh, four more names, he thought as he read the next two names. He tried to push his irritation aside. He was lucky to have a job at all. Xavier knew he should have been more appreciative. Two months ago he was still hunkered down in his mother’s basement after the nasty break-up with his ex-fiancé left him so emotionally broken that he’d lost his job, his brand new house and his motivation to live. Getting up from the bed had been a trial.
There were nights where Xavier would beat himself up for begging her to stay with him after he caught her cheating. God, I was so fucking pathetic, he thought. Xavier turned the key to the cell, pushed inside and called out the men’s names. He checked off their names and let the door slam shut. One more, just one more, he thought.
Finishing the task at hand and getting out of that steel and concrete cage of a jail was the only thing on Xavier’s mind. The only thing he was anxious to do was continue his online job hunting. He had a degree in Accounting and he wanted to put it to use as soon as possible. A nice cozy desk in a cubicle absent of large, smelly men looked like paradise right about now. He’d give anything to be bogged down with spreadsheets and invoices right now.
Xavier read the last two names. He noticed that the second name was written and not printed like the others. Xavier figured that the guy had been transferred from one of the other units. He took his keys from his hip and unlocked the heavy door. He swung it open and stepped inside so that the door leaned against his back. Xavier opened his mouth to say the names as he looked up. But before a word could cross his lips he choked up.
The sight before Xavier burned through his cornea. What he saw didn’t totally shock him but it definitely caught him off guard. He’d been warned of what he would likely be seeing in a prison setting during orientation after he got hired. But it was one thing to be told something and another to witness it firsthand.
A wiry yet muscular man was on the top bunk stroking his dick. Xavier’s eyes slowly moved up and down the young man’s midnight black skin; almost as slowly as the new inmate slid his manhood through his long, slicked fingers. Xavier wasn’t gay but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. He was just stuck. His inability to look away bothered him deeply. The sight, just like t
he name Raheem Jones, seared in his mind.
What struck Xavier the most was that Raheem hadn’t moved to cover himself once Xavier entered. He didn’t stop. He just kept grinding his hips up into his hand. With each slow, measured thrust upwards Raheem gripped every inch of his ridiculously thick pole. His body seemed to throb as one single, ripped muscle, flexing and releasing over and over again.
Xavier’s breath quickened as he heard a soft moan escape through Raheem’s lips. He panicked for a moment. His eyes moved outside the cell to see if anyone was looking and then quickly darted down to Raheem’s bunk mate. The burly man still had his large back to the cell door and Xavier. He hadn’t moved. Xavier locked his gaze back on the inmate’s slightly sweat moistened body.
Raheem, who barely looked over eighteen, tilted his head back against the hard mattress, seemingly oblivious to his onlooker. His strokes became quicker and more forceful. Raheem squirmed on his small twin sized bed, thrashing the sheets about. The way his abs and arms flexed and tensed signaled that he was near climax. Before he tumbled over that precipice, he turned his head and looked over at Xavier, directly in the guard’s eyes.
Instinctively, Xavier took a step back. The look on Raheem’s face sent chills of fear and excitement through Xavier’s body. At that very moment, Xavier felt his own manhood stir in his pants. The hard, unsettling glare Raheem leveled at Xavier almost seemed as if it were a dare. The thoughts jumping around in Xavier’s head frightened and shocked him.
Xavier’s heart pounded against his chest as Raheem’s face frowned in pleasure. The young inmate’s mouth hung open, gasping for air, as he pumped furiously at his dick. He kept staring at Xavier as he came. Xavier stood there, frozen and he watched shot after thick shot hit Raheem’s abs, chest and bottom lip.
Spent, Raheem collapsed on his bed and caught his breath. Xavier did the same, inhaling deeply as if coming up for air after a deep dive. Before Xavier could give thought to move and simply check off the names, Raheem sat up and threw his legs over the bunk. His eyes locked on Xavier’s. He hopped down, his dick still hard and flopping. He walked towards Xavier, his meat swinging from thigh to muscular thigh with each stride. Xavier struggled to hold the boy’s gaze.
“Jones,” Raheem said in a low, raspy voice. “Raheem Jones.”
Xavier nodded and checked off the name. He looked back up at Raheem, their eyes meeting again. A small grin slowly formed on the prisoner’s statuesque face. Raheem took his middle finger and pressed it against the skin right above his belly button. He ran the finger up his hard, jail house abs and scooped up so much of his nutt that it ran down to his palm. He brought the finger to his lips and stuck his tongue out. He smiled and narrowed his eyes at Xavier.
Xavier stood there, dumbfounded… awestruck… entranced… hooked. He’s never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed outside of porn. Raheem pressed his cum covered finger against his slightly open, full lips and sucked.
“Want a taste?” Raheem asked waving his slick finger in the air.
Xavier frowned and took two steps back. The large metal door closed and shut off a grinning Raheem. Cutting off the hold the youth had on Xavier. He stood there for a moment, trying to process what he had just seen. Trying to process why he’d just stood there. Trying to figure out why the fuck his dick was on lump.
“Xavier!” Marco called. He was one of the two other officers on duty with Xavier. “Come on man. Finish up so we can get up out of here.”
Xavier made his way down to the small station at the center of the unit. One of the other officers about to start the evening shift had arrived. Xavier nodded towards the skinny, gray haired man, sat down and began to file his paperwork.
“Man, I can’t wait to get home,” Marco said, not speaking to anyone in particular. “Hannah said she got that flat screen for me for father’s day. I got like ten DVDs I want to watch on that bitch this weekend.”
“How’d you guys swing that?” Dylan asked. He was the other guy on shift with Marco and Xavier. “I outrank your sorry ass and I don’t make shit.”
“Hannah got a bonus for some shit at the school. Something about being highly qualified or some shit. My baby spent it on her man cause she knows I work hard to bring home the bacon.”
Dylan laughed and said something else. It sounded like a joke that Xavier would have gotten if he socialized with the guys more. It didn’t matter. Xavier’s mind was somewhere else. His eyes had been glued on Raheem’s cell door from the moment he had sat down. Images of Raheem beating his dick, without a hint of shame, flashed relentlessly through Xavier’s mind. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying to shake the thought.
“What about you, Xavier?” Dylan asked. “What you got going on tonight?”
Xavier shook his head and shrugged. He didn’t even open his mouth. He grunted and kept working on his paperwork without even looking up. Dylan seemed cool but Xavier still had no intentions of making any friends.
By the time Xavier finished it was nearing four o’clock. Dylan was pacing in the small station, periodically checking his phone for the time. It was ten after when the shift commander came to the block and spoke to the three corrections officers.
“Gentlemen, I’m going to need one of you to volunteer for some overtime or we’ll have to divvy up the guys rec time tonight.”
Dylan looked from the shift commander to Xavier and back. “Commander, they’re a bunch of convicts. They’ll be okay in their cell. I got to go; my fiancé and I made plans tonight.”
The shift commander nodded and was about to leave.
“I’ll do an extra shift.”
Dylan and the commander frowned as they looked at Xavier. He was still sitting down, looking at some form in front of him.
“You sure, son?” The commander asked.
“Time and a half, right?” Xavier asked, his eyes darting towards Raheem’s cell and then to the shift commander.
“Yea.” The commander rubbed his head. “Dylan, you can leave as soon as Katriece comes in. She had made it to the building right before I got here. She should be done checking in and changing momentarily.”
Dylan nodded. As soon as the commander left, Dylan was at the door waiting for the third officer for the unit. Xavier looked from the exit to the elderly guard working with him that night. He had his feet propped up on the desk and his fingers laced together behind his head. He was snoring slightly. Xavier shook his head.
“What the fuck is up with our rec, man!” an inmate yelled under his cell door.
Xavier grabbed the microphone. “As soon as the third officer on duty arrives you guys will be let out. Until then, if I hear any yelling or banging I’ll let you guys stay in your cells for an extra hour.”
The large expanse became eerily silent. Xavier had kept the unit on lock for an hour before when one of the inmates had refused to enter his cell a few weeks before. Along with writing him up, Xavier punished the whole unit. The whole unit punished the man. Xavier hadn’t had any issues since the incident.
As soon as Katriece, the quiet but ghetto chick with the gaudy gold chains and tooth came Xavier flipped the switch for all the doors to unlock. The inmates poured out of their cells like roaches running from light. Some rushed the station for newspapers, basketballs and board games. Others huddled around the television. The whole time, Xavier’s eyes were glued on Raheem’s cell. Waiting.
Five minute. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Xavier couldn’t explain it but he felt a deep anxiety in his chest. He wanted to see Raheem. He needed to see Raheem. Xavier buried his hands in his face. With a loud sigh, he looked over towards his coworkers. The older guard was already sleeping and Katriece was filing her nails.
“Hey, I’m going to walk around a little, need to get on my feet.”
“Alright sweetie,” Katriece said. “We usually take the unit down to the cafeteria around six. You got time.”
Xavier nodded. He left his chair and the security of the station and for the first time he didn�
��t feel jittery about the act. He had something else on his mind besides his concern for his wellbeing in a sea of convicts. Thoughts of Raheem clouded his mind and crippled his common sense.
Initially, Xavier walked over towards the guys playing dominoes and chess. He took his time, looking at them as if he were some sort of hall monitor. He cringed a little when he realized what he was doing. Dylan used to look over the guys’ shoulders like he was doing now. It annoyed Xavier when Dylan did it. But Xavier had one goal in mind: Make it to Raheem’s cell.
After circling the block twice, upstairs and down, Xavier lingered near Raheem’s cell door on the second tier. He leaned over the metal banister, glancing over his shoulder every so often. Seeing Raheem’s young, rugged face was all Xavier wanted. He needed to see him again.
A few minutes of waiting turned into fifteen. Curiosity was quickly devolving into obsession. Something deep in Xavier urged him to go to the cell and peek inside yet his better judgment still had a firm, however fleeting grip. Xavier refused to allow some lust filled interest to move him to invade the man’s privacy even if he was sexy as fuck.
Oh my God, what the hell am I doing, Xavier thought as he stood up from the rail. His face contorted in disgust. Raheem is a man, a fucking man. The thought ran over and over in Xavier mind.
Reality struck Xavier like lightening. He was lusting over another man. Never before in his twenty-six years in his life had he craved another man like he was craving for Raheem. Shock from that realization turn to self loathing. Then the flashes of Raheem stroking his dick, nutting and then walking up to the door flashed like three distinct pictures in Xavier’s mind. His dick hardened instantly.
Xavier hunched back over the rail, defeated, and pinched the brim of nose as he squinted his eyes. This shit is crazy, he thought. What am I doing?!?