Prison Politics

by Beast

  “That’s what I thought,” D-Rock mused. He stood up and dust off his oranges as if he’d dirtied himself by going to Xavier’s level. “I got this young buck that wants to play in that police hole. Something tells me he’s exactly the one to break that ass in. I’ve got about a dozen or so niggas ready to come in right behind him.”

  D-Rock left the cell laughing his ass off. If not for the current circumstances someone would think that he’d heard the most amusing joke ever heard by a man. But none of it surprised Xavier. It was all part of the torment. The torture was physical, emotional and psychological. The man wanted to do more than break down the officer. He wanted to destroy him.

  As soon as D-Rock left Xavier’s next rapist entered the room. Xavier looked up with every ounce of contempt he could muster. Being a willing participant wasn’t on the menu. If there was a way to end the man’s life before he had a chance to do the deed he’d paid for, Xavier would find a way to do it.

  Yet, when Xavier had a chance to look at the man that would “open” him up he was taken aback. He knew his would be attacker. Surprise didn’t begin to explain what Xavier felt. Abdul Sharif stood at the door, looking as timid as he did when he walked the block with his Quran. He was one of the devout Muslims who had said few words and seldom engaged with anyone besides his Muslim brothers. The fact that he was standing there in the cell seemed crazy.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Xavier asked.

  Abdul didn’t say a word. He looked at Xavier for a moment. It almost seemed like there was a hint of concern on his stoic face. Still, Xavier wasn’t convinced. Anger fumed in his belly. The guard watched as Abdul slipped his kufi from his bald head and went to the sink in the corner of the cell. He wet it and slowly approached Xavier.

  Kindness wasn’t a character trait of inmates. Xavier leveled a wary gaze on the young man as he bent down and began to wipe the stains of cum from his face. Abdul’s gentle touch and concern left Xavier at a loss of words. Every fiber in the officer’s body wanted to rail against the kindness but he tempered his anger and let the boy work.

  Abdul went to the fountain three times and cleaned every inch of Xavier’s body as good as possible considering where they were. Maybe he needs me to be clean before he rapes me, Xavier thought. Anger bubbled in his gut. He wished he had stopped the young inmate from washing away the evidence of his assaults. The urge to spit in the boy’s face burned in his mouth. Then, out of nowhere, Abdul leaned in and pressed his soft lips against Xavier’s.

  Time came to a slow crawl. Confusion squeezed at Xavier’s chest, forcing him to pull away from the kiss and draw in breath. He looked Abdul in the eyes, searching for some type of explanation in the boy’s eyes. There was none. The blank, stoic gaze remained. Slowly, Abdul leaned in until Xavier felt his breath on his ear.

  “They take turns watching,” he warned. “I gave up homosexuality when I became a Muslim. They think I’m here to give in my gay urges.”

  Xavier didn’t have time to consider the words he’d just heard. Abdul’s lips were back on his before he could blink. Abdul pushed his tongue in Xavier’s mouth, exploring and massaging the guard’s oral flesh like only a lover could. Xavier stopped fighting and let the boy finish what he started. He let his mouth and body move by instinct while his mind struggled to make sense of it all.

  Abdul’s firm hands took hold of the nape of Xavier’s neck, giving his mouth and tongue more leverage. Their lips kissed and sucked as Abdul’s hands moved up and down Xavier’s body. The tips of his fingers teased at the hard flesh of Xavier’s abs, chest and then his arms. Abdul’s hands found their way down to Xavier’s wrist and tugged at the cloth binding him. Understanding struck Xavier like lightening.

  Once the knot was loose enough to gain freedom for that arm Abdul pulled away from the lip lock. He stood up, backed away and slowly began to undress. Xavier’s chest heaved in anticipation. Freedom teased his mind just as Abdul’s body teased his libido. Getting out of the cell excited the captive guard more than any orgasm could. But he knew that he had to play along with the charade to be free. His dick didn’t mind.

  Abdul yanked off his shirt, revealing a stocky, muscular build. The boy’s chest bulged and flexed with every move. His eight-pack tensed as he ran his thumbs in his waist band. Xavier looked at the inmate’s face. That same stoic, almost humble look remained on his young face. He had a maturity that belied his twenty three years of life. He lacked the arrogance and shallow bravado so many his age embraced. Xavier wondered if he had been humbled by prison life or if it was simply who he was.

  The oranges and boxers came off next. A thick, semi erect pole jutted from his caramel complexioned body. Abdul took his uncut meat in his hand and absently stroking it as he made his way back over to Xavier. Without warning he went to his knees and covered Xavier’s dick with his warm, wet mouth.

  Xavier let out a sigh of pleasure he thought he’d never feel again. Abdul sucked Xavier’s dick until it was hard as the cement their naked flesh pressed against. Satisfied, Abdul looked up in Xavier’s eyes and grinned. Xavier was so lost in the moment that he almost didn’t hear the sound of metal hitting the cement.

  Abdul narrowed his gaze. It was a warning. Xavier understood. He kept his eyes on the inmate as he stood up. Xavier thought he’d have to suck the young inmate’s dick. Although he wouldn’t have minded he wondered how it was part of the plan. But before he could even open his mouth, the boy was lowering his massive ass down on Xavier’s engorged manhood.

  Xavier felt the familiar slickness of Vaseline against the head of dick just as it pressed against the boy’s tight hole. Thoughts of freedom and orgasm battled in Xavier’s mind. His dick was hard as fuck and pushing against the smooth softness of Abdul’s rosebud. And even though he didn’t see it, Xavier knew that a shank was only inches from his body.

  The both of them sighed in pain and pleasure as Xavier’s dick pressed through the inmate’s tight sphincter. Xavier’s dick strained at the sensation of Abdul’s hot walls gripping his meat. Inch after inch snaked into the young inmate’s hole. Xavier felt the smooth caress of ass engulfing his dick for the first time and it felt amazing.

  Abdul worked the length of Xavier’s dick up his gut until his balls rested snuggly against Xavier’s pubic hairs. Xavier looked up at the boy’s face as he grinded his ass until he could bear the fleshy invader. The look on Abdul’s face was the most arousing and erotic thing he’d ever seen. Xavier was sure he could bust two nuts just by looking at the young man.

  Abdul hooked his arms around Xavier’s neck and began to ride the correctional officer’s dick. He leaned in as he rode Xavier’s dick and whispered, “Are you ready to fight to live?”

  For a moment Xavier was stuck. He was literally lost in the sauce. Finally, he snapped out of it and simply nodded his head. Xavier’s muscles quivered with restraint. He fought the urge to grab Abdul by the waist and thrust his stiff pole deep in the boy’s bowels until he exploded. He reminded himself that this was all a rouse. Fake or not, Abdul’s ass felt amazing.

  “I snuck a shank in with me. It’s next to your left leg. But you can’t reach for it yet. I think they’re watching.”

  Xavier only nodded his head. He bit at his bottom lip harder and harder each time Abdul’s thick ass came crashing down on his swollen stick. Xavier tried to focus on the escape plan but he could feel his dick harden and his sack tense in anticipation.

  “I still have to loosen you other hand,” Abdul said. “You’re going to have to bend over and take my dick while I do it. You can get the shank too. Do you understand?”

  Again, Xavier nodded. Abdul narrowed his gaze and stood up from Xavier’s slicked dick. The guard’s meat fell down to his thigh with a heavy, wet thud. Without pause, Xavier turned over, exposing his ass. He grabbed the shank and held it firmly in his hand as he prepared his mind and body for what was coming next.

  Xavier muffled the primal moan that vibrated from his body as he felt the broad tip o
f Abdul’s thick dick poke at his wanting hole. The Muslim inmate gripped his dick and smacked the meat against Xavier’s winking fuck chute. He worked his thumb over Xavier’s flexing hole before pressing it deep in his bowels down to the second knuckle. Finally, he lined his dick up and drove his manhood forward.

  Xavier’s eyes shot open as Abdul slid into his ass with one smooth stroke. Abdul gripped Xavier’s tense ass cheek firmly. He held still, making his dick jump and thicken in Xavier’s ass. Abdul slid his hand around and gripped Xavier’s straining dick. Then he began to move his hips.

  The sound of pain illicitly mixed with pleasure rolled over Xavier’s lips without a hint of restraint. Every nerve ending in his ass was on fire. He could feel every inch of flesh rubbing against his tender walls. Xavier’s ass flexed each time Abdul came all the way out and pushed back into his guts, balls deep. Xavier’s body steeled. His fingers dug into the cold, cement floor.

  “Oh my fucking God,” Xavier moaned as he pushed his ass back on Abdul’s swollen manhood. “That dick feels so damn good. Damn nigga!”

  Abdul moaned but didn’t say a word. He took the guard by his hips with both hands and started fucking him like a whore in the streets. Abdul slammed his brick hard pole into Xavier without mercy. Sounds of wet flesh smacking over and over again echoed in the small cell. Both of the men were lost in the primal moment.

  Frenzied grunts and moans from the two of them synced in a lustful harmony. Abdul’s massive manhood tortured Xavier’s prostate with pain and unimaginable pleasure. It hurt but it hurt so fucking good. Xavier wanted more. He needed more. Xavier’s desire for Abdul to go deeper and harder grew with each violent thrust.

  “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Abdul screamed.

  Xavier couldn’t make out anything else the inmate said through all his growling. It didn’t matter. It all just turned Xavier on even more. The imprisoned guard didn’t know if he should focus on the sounds, the inmate’s finger’s digging in his flesh or Abdul’s hard dick beating his prostate to pieces. All of it had Xavier’s body quickly going into over stimulation.

  “I feel this nut coming nigga,” Abdul barked. “I’m about to bust! Fuck! Uggghhh!”

  Xavier’s ass squeezed tightly around his dick, sucking in every drop of cum into him. Abdul collapsed on Xavier’s sweat slickened back and impaled himself in his ass. Abdul’s dick jumped over and over again, filling Xavier’s ass with his convict seed. Xavier never felt more satisfied in his life.

  The glow that comes with an amazing orgasm was short lived for the pair. Abdul reluctantly slid his still hard dick from Xavier’s used hole, panting and gasping for air. He looked down at Xavier, a million and one thoughts running through his mind. He grinned at the puddle of nut soaking the floor beneath Xavier. The man had came without touching himself.

  Xavier let out a sigh of relief. He smiled a small smile of joy. He busted an amazing nut and didn’t mind the feeling of nut oozing from his hole down on his thigh. He actually wanted more. The thought of Abdul fucking him again made his dick jump. But he had more important things to deal with than getting more penis for his insatiable hole.

  “I hope you’re ready,” Abdul whispered. “I’m going to get up and get dressed. Don’t move. D-Rock will come in here and then you’ll have your chance. Just make sure he’s close enough for you to take him out. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Xavier didn’t say a word. He imagined over and over again how he was going to kill D-Rock. He zoned out the noise of Abdul moving around and putting his clothes back on. Moments ago his body shuddered from orgasm. Now, his muscles quivered in anticipation of what he was about to do. Xavier had to kill another man so that he could live. He was about to become a murderer.

  The sound of the cell door slamming shut snapped Xavier from his murderous fantasies. He was afraid. What if it didn’t work? What if D-Rock was too strong? What if D-Rock killed him first? Xavier knew that none of it mattered. He was dead anyways. The moment D-Rock snatched him away from Raheem it was all over.

  For a moment guilt twisted Xavier’s stomach. He’d just got fucked by Abdul and loved every moment of it. Just hours ago he was infatuated with Raheem and his rough neck appeal. He went from one jail house dick to the next. Sure, it was a scheme for him to get the shank but the feelings and desires for Abdul were still there.

  Xavier clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. He pushed the thoughts of some weird sense of loyalty from his mind. In a few minutes he could be sprawled out on the ground bleeding to death. Him fucking and getting fucked by Abdul didn’t matter. At least not right now.

  His mental ramblings came to an abrupt stop when he heard the door open again. It was D-Rock. The door slammed shut and sound of the vicious inmate’s feet dragging on the ground held Xavier hostage. His heart slammed into ribcage. His fist clenched the cloth handle of the shank. Xavier was ready.

  “Damn boy,” D-Rock said with a sinister chuckle. “That little nigga used that ass nice and good hunh? Bitch ass probably loved every minute of it. That’s good, real good. I got a couple more scab niggas paying some good commissary for that faggot pussy.”

  Xavier took a deep breath, “Fuck you.”

  The words were little more than a whisper but Xavier was sure the gangster heard them. The sick silence that filled the room could mean only one thing: not only did he hear him but D-Rock was pissed.

  “What the fuck did you say to me, nigga?” D-Rock demanded. “Your bitch ass done got delusional from all this prison dick or something?”

  Xavier didn’t say a word. He waited for the sound of feet moving against the ground. He needed the man close enough to strike. Otherwise he’d be stuck getting dicked down by some disgusting troll D-Rock found on the block.

  “You know what. I don’t get with all that faggot shit but it sounds like you need a friendly fucking reminder of who the fuck is in charge in this bitch. I’m bout to tear that ass up and leave you torn open and bloody. You’re going to wish you were fucking dead.”

  Xavier clenched his jaw. It worked. He heard D-Rock rush to get his oranges off. Then the sound that promised salvation or death rang in his ears. D-Rock shuffled towards Xavier. He hastily went to his knees behind Xavier and smacked his grotesquely huge dick against Xavier’s still exposed hole.

  The urge to slam the metal blade into D-Rock’s tender flesh was overwhelming. But Xavier forced himself to wait. He didn’t any room for error. He needed the man at his weakest moment. Xavier forced himself to endure the pain he would feel before the relief of killing the man could come.

  “Yea nigga,” D-Rock huffed through a harsh breath. It sounded like he was excited. “Bout to make this ass mine.”

  Xavier felt D-Rock’s incredibly thick dick head jab at his hole. The inmate pressed his bare knuckles down on the small of Xavier’s back as he shoved his dick into Xavier’s gut. It was pure agony. D-Rock let out moan of pleasure while Xavier screamed in pain.

  In the flash of a millisecond, Xavier’s screamed twisted into a battle cry. He turned hard on his hip and swung his arm as hard and fast as humanly possible. His fist and shank stopped in midair with a hard thud. He’d hit his mark.

  Xavier stared at the bloody metal shard protruding from the side of D-Rock’s neck. His gaze shifted from the spectacle to D-Rock’s eyes. Surprise glazed over the man’s face. Disbelief filled his eyes. His face quickly twisted into pain and rage. He lunged forward wrapped his thick fingers around Xavier’s neck.

  Death had come for the both of them. Xavier was sure that he was struggling for his last gasps of breathe. But he fought. Xavier kicked and thrashed around. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Xavier felt like he was about to black out. Then, D-Rock’s grip loosened. The rage in his eyes seeped away. All that was left was an absent stare. It was the vacant gaze of death.

  Xavier pushed the man off him. He sucked in air like it was a finite resource. Once he regained his bearings he looked down at D-Rock’s dead body. He killed a man. With hi
s own hands he took the life of another. Surprisingly, he didn’t regret a damn thing.

  He didn’t admire his work for long. He heard a commotion outside of his door. Xavier crouched over D-Rock’s dead body and snatched the shank form his neck. He gripped the weapon and stood ready to strike anything that came through the cell door. Xavier’s biceps and thighs flexed just as the door swung open.

  It was Raheem.

  Relief swelled in Xavier’s body like a wave. He was so overcome with emotion that he didn’t even notice the blood covering Raheem. It was over. The nightmare had come to an end. Xavier didn’t have to fully realize what had happened when Raheem scaled the distance between them. The young thug stared Xavier in the eyes. Xavier felt the pride and lust radiating from the boy. Raheem reached up, took Xavier in his arms and kissed him as if it would be the last they ever shared.

  “You alright little nigga?” Raheem asked.

  “Shit, I am now.”

  “My nigga Abdul’s little plan worked,” Raheem said, his gaze hard and unflinching. “I aint think that shit would work.”

  Xavier pressed his lips together and nodded. He looked away towards the cell door. He couldn’t look Raheem in the face after what he had done. But instead of a steel door he saw Abdul standing at the entrance covered in as much blood as Raheem. He walked over to the pair.

  Before Xavier could utter a word Raheem embraced Abdul with a free arm and tongue kissed the man inches away from Xavier. They tongue fucked like a pair of porn stars. Xavier was left dazed and confused. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Before he could put words to the questions exploding in his mind Abdul pulled from Raheem’s lips and quickly planted his soup coolers on Xavier’s mouth.

  The strange reunion was short lived. Shoots from the block signaled that the SWAT team was coming in. Raheem dragged Xavier and Abdul to a cell six doors down. He quickly cleaned the blood from Xavier’s body before tossing him some clothes.