Prison Politics

by Beast

  Sex lingered in the air. The pair basked in the glow of orgasmic joy, breathing in the intoxicating sent of dick, ass and nutt. Slowly, Xavier slipped his semi-erect penis from Abdul’s abused, creamy hole. He looked down at it and smiled. It was red and swollen, dripping with his seed. If he had time he would have stroke his dick back to attention and fucked him again. Instead, he kneeled down and ran his tongue over Abdul’s tender hole.

  “Hurry up and get dressed,” Xavier barked. He snatched his slacks back up and got his shirt. “We need to get back to the block. There’s a lot of shit going on that needs to be dealt with.”

  Abdul got dressed and the pair was out of the closest as inconspicuously as they had entered. He followed behind the officer wondering why he was so drawn to the man. For years he had worked on driving his homosexual desires away but there was something about him that pulled those wants and needs to the forefront. It was unnerving.

  Xavier opened Raheem’s cell and motioned for Abdul to get inside. He stood at the door looking at Raheem. He looked up at the officer expectantly. He wanted the drugs. Then, as Abdul walked past him, he smelled the air. A queer expression crossed his face but was gone almost as soon as it was there. Xavier didn’t miss it.

  “I need that product,” Raheem said. “I got to get them niggas off my back.”

  “I need something from you first,” Xavier countered.

  Raheem looked over his shoulder at Abdul and then back at Xavier. “Looks like you managed to get what you wanted already. Now stop trying to play me, nigga.”

  “I need information,” Xavier replied. He ignored the slick comment. “You’re going to tell me how you got that gun in here.”

  “Why the fuck would I do that? Why would I fuck over my main connect for your ass? You aint did shit for me to burn that bridge.”

  “Then you can get them to bring you what you need,” Xavier threatened. He stepped towards the toilet, pulled the product from his pocket and dangled it over the commode. “I’ll flush this shit right here, right now.”

  Raheem eyed the drugs like he was being hypnotized. A few moments quickly turned to a minute. Then, he looked up at Xavier, wondering if the guard would really screw him over for a name. Pride made him bite his tongue but he knew that a dead man had no need for pride. Six feet under, there wasn’t much need for anything.

  “You going to expose the nigga,” Raheem began, “if I tell you who he is?”

  “It depends on who it is. Just know that I’m not going to let anything fall on you. I hope you have more than a name though. Some way to pin it on him or someone else would help.”

  Raheem nodded, “That nigga that runs the block.”

  “Patterson?” Xavier asked, frowning. He tossed Raheem the condoms of drugs. “Why would he bring a gun in the prison and give it to an inmate? That doesn’t make any sense. What the fuck you got on him?”

  “I’m not fucking him if that’s what you think,” Raheem said as he stuffed the goods in his oranges. And it don’t matter how I got him to do it. You going to snitch on the old man?”

  Xavier shook his head, “No. But I need to find a way to pin that gun on some other guard. Can you do that?”

  Raheem shrugged, “Maybe. What’s in it for me?”

  “Living long enough to step out of this prison.” Xavier crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Raheem wasn’t a dumb kid or a risk taker. It would take some convincing to get his cooperation. Getting in tight with Patterson would be worth it. “Guess I need to show you what I can do, hunh?”

  “Shit,” Raheem hissed, “you a rookie CO talking big shit like you can make moves. I just gave up a man with some power in this bitch for some light ass work. You tell me. What the fuck can you do?”

  “Who’s pressing you to get them some supply?”

  “Twist, why?” he said. Xavier frowned at the name. “Jackson. Ernie Jackson.”

  “Good,” Xavier said, nodding. “Make sure you make the drop in the open. None of that in the cell shit. Be secretive but make sure nosey eyes can see. I’m going to show you what I can do.”

  “Fine, whatever nigga.” Raheem looked at the cell door and back at Xavier. “We done?”

  “For now.”

  Xavier left and went back to the command center on the block floor. He got on the computer and made a mental list of all the Hispanic members of the Spanish Disciples. He chatted up Marco, asking about the gang members and who they hung out with while he looked up Twist. Marco was a chatter box, giving him names of all the suspected gang members and other Hispanic guys who hung with them. Xavier also found out that Twist was the suspected number two man in the Triple-Deuces. Xavier had everything he needed. Now, he was ready to make his move.

  The men were let out for rec and flooded the block floor for the last time that night. Xavier made his rounds and made sure to chat up a couple of the Hispanic men he took note of from his research. Eyes were on him. He saw them but he didn’t see Raheem. He wondered if Raheem was fucking Abdul or not. He didn’t care. He knew he could have them both. For a moment, he wondered if he could have them both at the same time.

  Finally, Raheem emerged from the cell. Xavier watched him from the corner of his eye as he approached a group of Spanish Disciple members. Xavier went to Javier, the guy he chose as his mark. Javier wasn’t part of any gang but his cousin was one of the more violent members of the Spanish Disciples.

  Xavier approached Javier asking whether or not he had toiletries and linen for his bed. He offered the boy what he needed and the kid just kept listing stuff, almost excited. Xavier made sure that the Triple-Deuces saw him talk to the inmate while Raheem made the exchange with Twist. Once it was done, Xavier cut his conversation short with Javier and went back to the station.

  “Hey Marco,” Xavier started. “Just got a tip that someone managed to smuggle drugs on our block.”

  “You fucking serious?” he asked. “Who’s the snitch?”

  “Javier, was making the rounds and little buddy pulled me to the side. He wants us to reinstate his visitation privileges to see his little girl. Figured dropping the dime on one of the homeboys would help his case.”

  “Damn. You want to call the code or want me to do it?”

  “You got it.”

  Xavier sat back as Marco radioed SWAT. Minutes later the armor clad unit filed into the block yelling ‘shake down!’ Xavier looked up towards Twist’s cell. He and his cellmate were staring directly at him. The deed was done. It didn’t take long for SWAT to find the drugs stashed in their cell.

  Two down, Xavier thought. Just a few more to go.

  After the SWAT cleared the unit with drugs and a few shanks, the men were allowed to enjoy the rest of their rec. Half a dozen men were to be taken for questioning since their names had come up concerning the drugs. Some extra guards were brought in to help. Marco and Xavier were to assist in escorting the inmates to the investigation wing. Raheem was one of the men going in for questioning. Xavier head for the man’s cell.

  “What the fuck did you just do?!?” Raheem said, almost screaming. “Nigga, you trying to get me killed. Five fucking minutes after I give that nigga that shit you call for a fucking shake down.”

  “Come on, they want to question you. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you to keep your mouth shut. Unless you want to add some time to your sentence.”

  “Why? You scared I might rat on your bitch ass and have you in cuffs, locked the fuck up?”

  “You’re smarter than that,” Xavier said calmly. “Be patient. You said you was getting pressure from the Triple-Deuces so I’m going to take care of them. You need to trust me.”

  “You can’t put drugs on all of them and just have them moved from the unit,” Raheem barked. “That shit is stupid and will start to look suspicious as fuck. Especially with you always seeing shit that no other fucking guard sees.”

  “Let’s go,” Xavier said. He was done explaining. He wanted to fuck the boy and get what he had been waiting for since th
e end of the riot. “We have some unfinished business before you talk to them folks.”

  Raheem shook his head and walked out the cell. Xavier led him out the block and back to the closet where they had their first encounter. Raheem tried to buck but Xavier was relentless. Just as Xavier managed to get the inmate on his knees staring at his brick hard dick, alarms sound. It was a lockdown. Reluctantly, Xavier let go of the prison thug’s dreads and escorted him to one of the nearby isolation cells. He headed for his block.

  There was a SWAT unit and a medical unit huddled around one of the cells. It was Javier’s. Xavier got as close as he could to see what had happened but there were too many people. Then, as they raised Javier’s dead body from the floor he saw it. The word ‘SNITCH’ was carved in his chest. The man’s flesh looked like it had been peeled off.

  Xavier smiled to himself. It had started. Blood in, blood out.

  Snitch

  “Damn, nigga,” Raheem hissed. He grabbed the back of Abdul’s head and forced the length of his long, thick meat down the boy’s throat. “You suck dick better than my bitch back home. Yea, nigga, swallow that shit. Yeeeaaa.”

  Abdul gripped Raheem’s taut thighs, holding on for dear life, as he endured the oral assault the prison thug levied on his mouth. He sucked on his cellie’s meat like it would spit out gold if he tried hard enough. The taste and smell of musty flesh put him in a frenzy. Abdul ignored the mounting pain in the back of his throat. Instead he focused on how good it felt to have Raheem’s dick slide in and out of his mouth.

  “Make that shit wet,” Raheem ordered. “Slob all over that meat, nigga. Bout to fill that mouth with this nut. Fuck!”

  Every muscle in Raheem’s slim body flexed as he stroked the length of his manhood down Abdul’s fleshy throat. He would poke the boy’s stomach if his dick could reach it. With each measured hip thrust Raheem inched closer and closer to climax. His toes curled hard against the rough cement floor. His nails dug into the back of Abdul’s neck. Raheem looked up to the ceiling and let out a loud, hoarse groan.

  “I’m gonna cum,” he said as he pulled his spit covered shaft from Abdul’s mouth. He stroked his pole two good times with his balled fist before a shot of cum blasted from his dick. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

  Hot nut spewed from his dick and covered Abdul’s wanting face. Raheem’s body quaked from the force of his seed leaving his body. He squeezed out the last hot, sticky drop and almost collapsed on top of Abdul. Raheem took a deep breath and looked down at Abdul’s unassuming face. He looked pleased.

  Seeing Abdul’s face covered in his seed aroused something perverse in the dope dealing prisoner. Then, Raheem did something he’d never thought he’d do. He bent over and ran his tongue over Abdul’s cum covered bottom lip. He lapped up his sweet seed and swirled the nectar of his orgasm in his mouth. Raheem smiled at the unique flavor his nutt offered.

  Raheem squatted down in front of Abdul and gazed in the cum slut’s face for a moment. Slowly, he reached up and scooped globs of his nutt from Abdul’s face. He reached down and gripped Abdul’s straining meat in his cum covered hand. He stroked slowly at first, watching Abdul’s eyes dilate in pure pleasure. And just as Abdul neared orgasm with his mouth agape, Raheem pressed forward and drove his tongue deep in Abdul’s mouth.

  Their tongues wrestled as Raheem stroked Abdul’s load from his thick pole. Raheem only kissed harder as the boy struggled to breath. Abdul’s prick got as hard as granite. Raheem gently bit down on his bottom lip as the devout Muslim released a flood of cum from his swollen balls.

  Raheem stood up, went to the steel sink and said, “You need to get cleaned up. Count should be starting in a little bit.” He looked towards the narrow cell window and saw the sun peeking up from the horizon. “After what that fucking CO pulled yesterday, we’re going to have a lot of shit to deal with. Can’t be caught slipping.”

  “Them Triple-Deuces niggas gonna come after you,” Abdul said as he wiped his face with a wet clothe. “They probably think you had something to do with Twist getting his stash found.”

  “Between them and those crazy Spanish fucks, something is definitely going to go down today,” Raheem agreed. “They got that nigga, Javier, and cut his ass up like a fucking ham hock. That was just the beginning.”

  “Maybe Xavier’s plan worked,” Abdul offered. “Pitting the Triple-Deuces and Spanish Disciples might work. Them trying to kill each other might take the heat off of you.”

  “Them niggas impulsive but they not stupid. They going to be looking at me too. Javier isn’t the only one they going to want to carve ‘SNITCH’ in, trust me. They was sending a message. Now there’s about to be a race war in this bitch.”

  “You think the Mexicans know that it was the Triple-Deuces that killed Javier?”

  Raheem shrugged. “I don’t know but they going to find out sooner or later. You know better than anyone that these fucking walls talk. Someone saw something and is going to try to come up by providing that information. Javier was Gustavo’s cousin. That nigga is crazy as fuck. He’s going to want blood. A lot of blood.”

  Raheem threw on his oranges and tried to think of a way out of the cluster fuck Xavier had left him with while he made up his bed. He didn’t have a shank. If a group of Triple-Deuces tried to corner him he was dead. He wasn’t too worried about the Spanish Disciples. He doubted he was on their radar. Still, he didn’t want to take any chances.

  Count and breakfast in the cell came by like numbing clockwork. Raheem and Abdul ate in silence. There wasn’t much to say. Staying alive at least until Xavier started his shift was Raheem’s only thought. Eight hours was a long time when a nigga wanted you dead. Staying in the cell the whole day wasn’t an option. It would only draw attention. Then Raheem wondered what Xavier could actually do to stop the blood lusting thugs from coming his way.

  “Do you trust that crooked ass CO?” Raheem asked. “Why you think he came back?”

  “I don’t trust nobody in here,” Abdul replied. “You know trusting a nigga will get you stabbed in the back. But Xavier is different.”

  “Different? What the fuck does that mean? I aint asking if he’s a nigga you can date.”

  “I’m saying. He’s not trying to make money by bringing in drugs. He doesn’t get high as far as I know. His motives aren’t as black and white as most cats up in here. He’s just different.”

  “Don’t be fooled, my dude. He’s just like any other nigga locked up in here or working in this bitch. Most COs get off on the power trip they feel from making niggas do what they tell them. Others want cash or drugs like you said. Xavier gets high, too. But his drug aint no pills or powder. That nigga likes prison dick and ass. I could see it in his eyes. That bitch is a fucking fiend.”

  “He wants you,” Abdul said plainly. “That dude is infatuated with you.”

  “That’s what has me worried,” Raheem admitted. “It’s one thing to fuck around for the thrill but when a nigga like him is more thirsty for the meat than a bitch then it’s only a matter of time before he fucks up and pulls niggas down with him.”

  “Then why you fuck with him?”

  Raheem shrugged. “I saw a mark and made my move. The more COs I got in my pocket the easier these three years will be. That simple. Aint got no love for no niggas.”

  Raheem knew he was only telling half the truth. Sure, he was always on the lookout to get some leverage on the niggas on the block. And there was no better way to do that than to have a CO working for you. But as much as Raheem hated to admit it, Xavier was different. He had to be. He wouldn’t have gotten into bed with the Triple-Deuces in the first place to save the cop from D-Rock.

  The cell door buzzed and the bolt unlocked. Abdul looked up at Raheem with a concerned expression. Raheem ignored the boy and went to the door. He looked out the window and saw everyone run out to the floor like a bunch of trained rats. It looked like any other day. But Raheem knew better. Either way, he couldn’t try to bitch his way out of what lay ahead. He
pushed the door open and stepped out on the tier.

  He leaned against the rail and surveyed the floor. Raheem wanted to make sure he knew exactly where all the Triple-Deuces were. He wasn’t going to get caught off guard. When he looked up across the tier he made eye contact with Flip, Twist’s right hand man from the outside. The yellow, slinky man made his way over to Raheem. The prison thug’s gut clenched tightly.

  “Brady wants to see you,” the man said plainly. “Now.”

  Raheem nodded and followed behind the message boy. He was about to step into a snake pit full of vipers without any hope of fighting them off if things went south. Going out like a bitch wasn’t an option. Adrenaline rushed through Raheem’s body, flooding him with an empty sense of courage. He was ready.

  Six men stared back at Raheem the moment he stepped in Brady’s cell. They were having a meeting. There was no way they’d kill him right there. It would draw too much attention, especially being in Brady’s cell with half a dozen other prisoners. The COs didn’t have proof, but everyone knew that he ran the Triple-Deuces on the block. He had to keep anything he did low key. But telling Raheem that he was dead wasn’t off the table. Raheem had seen Brady do the shit before. The man was so scared that he just killed himself.

  “How the fuck did those Spanish motherfuckers know I was getting a package?” Brady barked. “As soon as Twist took that shit to his cell to repackage it, the fucking SWAT team was in this bitch shaking everyone down.”

  Raheem shrugged, feigning ignorance. “Javier must have seen me pass the shit off to Twist.”

  “He was talking to the fuck CO that killed D-Rock. Bitch nigga is back for one day and manages to get product I been telling you to get for fucking weeks. Something is wrong with that shit.”

  “D-Rock should have killed that nigga instead of bitching him out when he had the chance,” Flip added. “Nigga is a fucking problem. One that need to be solved.”