by Beast
“You need to deal with that shit or you’ll be up in here with me. Won’t be of any use to me if you locked up too, Officer Brown.”
“Whatever.”
Raheem smiled. “Ok. Just make sure you bring that cell phone when you clock in tomorrow. Shouldn’t be a problem slipping it up your ass. I’m pretty sure I opened that hole up wide enough.”
Xavier eyed the prisoner. If looks could kill… Xavier’s nostrils flared as he brushed past Raheem and led the boy back to the block. There was nothing else to say. He had planned on tearing the boy’s ass up but suddenly had a craving for dick. It was confusing as Hell.
“What are you going to do with the cell phone?”
“Take care of business.”
Raheem smiled and walked away. He wasn’t about to explain himself to the man that left him cornered and reaching out to some Mexican degenerate who bartered his life for his ass. He would use the phone to take care of Gustavo the best way he could.
Raheem considered the thought that fucking niggas probably wasn’t that bad. But giving up ass as a form of payment wasn’t going to fly. He was no one’s prostitute. Now he had to get Dee Dee to do what he wanted. The prag was the last piece of the puzzle but the most important.
“Welcome home, Daddy,” Dee Dee said with a smile full of missing teeth. “I thought you got you a new cellmate before we could make up.”
“Thank you taking the decorations down a notch,” Raheem said, trying to be cordial. “I like to keep the cell free of clutter. Don’t need no distractions.”
“I get it, boo. I got all my latest furnishing of prison décor right here in my pleasure palace.” Dee Dee pulled back the sheet covering his bed and revealed a tacky but plush explosion of clothe and color. “I don’t mind keeping my stuff on my bunk. I know it can be a bit much.”
“True shit. We both got to be in this bitch. I’m just happy we could find a middle ground.”
“Me too, even though I didn’t have much of a choice. But that doesn’t matter now. Have a seat, let’s talk and get to know each other. We are sharing a cell now.”
Raheem sat on the toilet. “What you want to know?”
“Why did you kill your last cellmate? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t somewhat relevant to me.”
“Abdul was a friend of mine. At least I thought he was. I came in a few days ago and he came at me with a shank,” Raheem lied. “Something wasn’t right with him. I think he just cracked.”
“Damn, so sad how many of our black men lose their minds dealing with this prison shit. Chile, aint nothing about this shit natural. Bound to make anyone see the world with twisted eyes. God rest his soul.”
“You right. So what’s your deal? I’m doing a bid for slinging dope. Why you in here?”
“Murder,” Dee Dee said, plainly. “I was dealing with this straight man who had a wife and two beautiful little girls. He’d come see me once a week or so. Fuck me stupid and leave without a word. Always looked at me like he was disgusted after he busted his little nut. Then, one day he started chocking me with his dick still in my ass. Baby, I reached under my pillow and got my kitchen knife. Slit his throat from ear to ear.”
“Damn. If you knew he was tripping about being gay why did you keep fucking with him?”
Dee Dee shrugged. “Why does anyone do the stupid shit they do? Maybe it was how good the dick was. Maybe because he was straight or confused or whatever. I always got turned on by trade. Honestly, I don’t know. What I do know is that I can’t live in the past. The shit happened and I’m dealing with the consequences.”
“You got any family on the outside?”
“Nope. Family didn’t even come to see me when I got locked up. I was all alone when I went to trial with that busted ass public defender. They always knew I was gay. None of them liked it but they still acknowledged me. But with the story of a gay love affair turned murder, they wanted nothing to do with Ms. Dee Dee. Can’t say I blame them.”
Raheem frowned. “If you aint got no people to look after you, how do you get all this shit up in here?” He wanted to gauge how much pull Dee Dee had behind those walls. “Some of this shit looks pricey.”
“You know a girl never tells her secrets. But I will say that a girl with some good pussy will never go broke. Why? You want a taste? I’ll make the first round free.”
“Naw, I’m good,” Raheem said, struggling not to throw up. “But if you want to work out something than I’m sure we can do business.”
Dee Dee leaned in with a smile on his face. Raheem explained what he wanted the old queen to do and they negotiated a fee. Raheem had to get fifty dollars on her books and get him some Mac makeup. Dee Dee was very specific on the brand.
Raheem knew he could deliver. He was going to transfer fifty from his account to Dee Dee’s and get Blondie, his go to pink pussy, to bring in as much makeup as she could. Raheem just had to find a way to fuck her before evening count was over. He hoped that she would at least get the goods and bring them tomorrow if they couldn’t seal the deal until the next day.
For once everything actually went smoothly for Raheem. He fucked the blonde guard and got her to agree to getting the makeup for Dee Dee. Count came before he was able to catch up with Shawn but promised the dude he’d see him in the morning. Once he dealt with Gustavo, he’d be able to relax and see if moving in with the dude was legit.
Sleep came easy for the first time in days. Everything was planned out. Raheem slept like a fucking baby. Even Dee Dee’s presence didn’t fuck him up. He was chatty and actually did keep a clean cell. The smell of lemon greeted Raheem’s senses when he woke up.
“Where did you get that cleaning shit from?” Raheem asked. “They only let us clean up with products when we have inspection. I usually use soap to mop the floor.”
“I already told you what some good, old pussy can do. It will work wonders and make shit magically appear.”
“Mmhmm,” Raheem grunted. He was sure one of the inmates that worked janitorial duties slipped Dee Dee some cleaning solution. Raheem wondered what the janitor got in return. “You ready to do this shit?”
Dee Dee nodded. “As long as my money in the account, we good. You said you got the make-up coming later so I’ll just trust it. But hunny, if you fuck me over on my goods we going to have a problem.”
“Unclench your panties. I need—”
“Wait,” Dee Dee narrowed her gaze. “You think you can get me some panties. I never really thought about that until now. That would be so hot. The boy’s would go wild if I had some lace or some shit.”
“I need you to focus. Everything is going to happen quickly. You do your part and I’ll do mine. Shit will go smooth as fuck.”
Breakfast came and life filled the common area of the block. Raheem bolted from the cell and looked towards the officer’s station. He grinned when he saw Xavier. The man would be pulling a double today. Raheem just hoped he had what he asked him to bring.
Raheem stood at the top of the tier, waiting. Xavier knew his presence was requested but the man seemed to linger behind the computer. Something wasn’t right. Raheem was about to move towards him but he finally stood up. He made his way to Raheem.
“Did you get what I asked for?” Raheem asked. “I need that shit.”
“I got it but I need a favor from you too. That asshole Bertram wants me to give him five grand to keep his mouth shut. I need him taken care of, like now.”
“I’m not about to fuck with no guard,” Raheem said. “Killing a guard will turn this bitch into a war zone and the only casualties will be the ones with orange on.”
“I need his old ass dealt with,” Xavier said. He slipped the man the phone. “Come up with something and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“You really going to give a nigga an open check like that? I don’t see why you don’t just kill him yourself.”
“I don’t need the man dead. Just some leverage. I know what you’re going to do with that phone. Help me and I g
ot you. Gustavo can be useful. Don’t just throw him to the Spanish Disciples.”
Raheem nodded. “You going to owe me like shit.”
“As long as we still fucking I don’t really care.”
“Good. Cause now I need you play your part in my little plan.”
Xavier did exactly what Raheem asked him to do. When he made it back to the block Xavier motioned for Raheem to come. He stopped by the infirmary first for a migraine to justify leaving the cell and then was escorted to his intended destination: solitary. Xavier left him to do what he needed to do.
“Wassup, papi,” Raheem said as he leaned against the door of the cell Gustavo was cleaning. “Told you I’d come and fuck with you when I was ready.”
“Shit, you right on time my dude. I was going to jack my shit this morning after breakfast but wanted to save this nut for your ass. Come on.”
“I got some blankets set up in the supply closet so you can fuck me on my back. It’s easier for me that way.”
Gustavo grinned with lust and desire sparkling in his eyes. The pair entered the supply closet. Raheem cut off the lights and wrapped his arms around Gustavo. He pressed his lips against the Mexican thug’s lips before he could protest about how dark it was. Raheem knew the man had wanted to taste his lips since he tried to kiss him last time they fucked.
Raheem thrashed his tongue in the man’s mouth, devouring his face. He ran his hands up and down his thick, muscular body until he made his way to Gustavo’s oranges. He yanked them down with a loud giggle. It was just enough of a distraction to position Dee Dee in front of the man’s thick, uncut dick.
Raheem pulled the phone from his pants and walked over to the light as he listened to Dee Dee gobble the man’s meat. Gustavo moaned load as fuck. Raheem just hoped he wouldn’t bust before he was able to get his video.
He pressed the record button and waited a few second to get some audio. Gustavo’s voice was easily recognizable. Then, Raheem snatch the switch. Light flooded the room. Gustavo swiveled his head on his bull neck and saw Raheem with the phone. His eyes went wide. Then he looked down at Dee Dee. His fist balled.
“Better calm down Ms. Dora,” Dee Dee said. She pulled out her razor and pressed it against the man’s groin. “Aint shit cute about a cut dick, boo.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you two,” Gustavo barked. “Just watch.”
“It’s not that serious. I’ll give you the phone after we make a deal. One of which is I’m not giving you no more ass. In fact. I’m going to make your muscle head bend over just once.”
“Damn,” Dee Dee cussed. “Can I watch?”
Raheem shook his head. “You can leave, Dee Dee.”
He mumbled something under his breath as he left. Gustavo got dressed and stared Raheem down. He looked like he wanted to stampede the boy and kill him on the spot. Raheem pulled a long, metal shank from his hip. It was a little something Dee Dee gave him. Once the eye balling stopped Raheem explained that he would have instructions for him later.
Raheem left the enraged Gustavo and headed back to the block. There was no way he could get the man to focus on the task at hand since he was so angry. All Raheem told Gustavo was that he needed to have his ass ready next time he saw him. Raheem headed for Shawn’s cell when he got back to the block.
Shawn sat on the toilet butt naked with a magazine in one hand and his spit slicked dick in his other. The boy looked up at Raheem and smiled. He didn’t stop stroking. Raheem stood there and stared. He was just stuck. When the boy busted, his nutt erupted from his thick dick and shot all over his face. Shawn licked his seed from his lips and looked up at Raheem.
“Fucking déjà vu,” Raheem mumbled.
Trained To Go
Wild thoughts twisted in Raheem’s mind as he stared up at the ceiling of his cell. It was still dark outside but Raheem was sure dawn was approaching. Another day with more drama and grief awaited the embattled prisoner. A few days had gone by and the weekend was over. The calm before the perfect storm was gone. Only death and destruction lay ahead.
Xavier would be back for the afternoon shift in a few hours. Not seeing the man over the last couple days had eased a lot of the stress Raheem had felt. His feelings towards the man were an odd mix of love, hate and everything in between. Raheem felt concern for the guard but contempt at the same time.
They had a connection that he couldn’t deny. But when the CO flexed his authority it made Raheem regret ever getting involved with him. It was an inherently unequal relationship. One which Raheem tried to keep as business focused as possible. But that too was a losing battle.
Gustavo had been like a caged animal the last few days. Raheem had kept his distance. He wanted to give the gang leader some time to cool his temper. Risking the man lashing out in a blood lust rage wouldn’t end well for Raheem and there were still things that would be required of the man and his particular skills. But break time was over. Raheem would put pressure on his ass today and move him like the pawn he was meant to be.
Then there was the guard, Marco. Raheem’s homeboy on the outside had done everything asked of him. Now, the rest of the plan lay in the conspiring inmate’s lap. Thinking about how the guard’s life would be fucked up almost made Raheem feel guilty. Almost. But he was a hack. Just like officer Bertram. Bertram, like all of them, was an opportunist who didn’t give a fuck about the inmates. Raheem would deal with him like the rest. Raheem had no love for any of them, except maybe one. Xavier would owe him big for dealing with that shit on top of everything else.
Finally, there was Shawn and his exhibitionist ass. Raheem’s basketball buddy had been on the nigga like white on rice. Every day he stopped by Raheem’s cell just to check on him. They still played ball every day and started hanging out more and more. The young dude hounded Raheem all weekend about putting in a transfer request. He put it in yesterday morning, giving it to Blondie because he knew she’d look out for him. Raheem just wondered what Xavier would say about the move. He was a jealous fucker.
“Did you get any sleep, boo?” Dee Dee asked. His big head popped up next to Raheem’s bunk. “I don’t know how you plan on doing all that shit you be talking about if you don’t sleep. Conniving, sneaky minds need more rest than most.”
“So much shit is going down today,” Raheem explained. He watched Dee Dee walk over to the metal mirror and put on his makeup. “I know what the fuck I got to do but I can’t help but run it over and over in my head. Feel like something is missing. Aint got no room to fuck shit up, feel me?”
“I understand, believe me I do. Now, I know you aint told me everything but I’m sure that shit with Gustavo will go off without a fucking hitch. That Spanish fuck deserves everything coming his way. Luckily, you won’t have to deal with his little crew when you’re done with him.”
“That’s the plan. Shit wouldn’t have worked without you. I still feel like I owe you. Saved my ass a lot of pain and discomfort.”
Dee Dee looked back at him with a wry grin. “Baby, you know exactly what I want. But I’ll take any consolation prize you want to give me. Besides, having that thick, uncut piece of Mexican meat in my mouth got this old pussy wet as the Amazon.”
“You nasty as fuck,” Raheem said, shaking his head. “Hell, I would have let you work that fucker over some more but I had to made sure I got the shot before he realized it wasn’t me.”
“You never told me why you was stuck sucking his dick and doing God knows what else.”
“He helped me take care of some business when I was caught up in a bind. But his faggot ass made me do that gay shit in return. That’s why I’m going to fuck his world like no other. Bitch won’t see the shit coming.”
“Just be careful,” Dee Dee warned. “A man like him aint nothing to play with. Short of killing him, you better make sure he’s far away from you. And pray that he doesn’t get one of his boys to take you out. Cause baby, when a man loses the one thing that gives him pleasure behind these walls and is forced into some unknow
n shit, he will lash out. God help the poor soul he directs all the rage towards.”
Raheem nodded his head as he sat up. Finally the sun was coming up. Breakfast would be brought soon and then they’d be let out. There was no point in leaving the cell so early though. Raheem was sure that Shawn would be at his door moments after he was let out. Dude moved like clockwork.
“Did you find someone to bring in the cell with you when I transfer?” Raheem asked. He had told Dee Dee his plans to move right after he put his request in at the beginning of yesterday’s afternoon shift. “I don’t want you stuck with someone that’s on some bullshit. You looked out for me and I won’t leave you hanging.”
“Don’t worry about Ms. Dee Dee. I’ve been playing this game for years. Right after you told me I went to my sugar daddy and asked him if he wanted to room with me and get this good, good cookie whenever he wanted.”
Raheem couldn’t help but laugh. “You a fucking fool. What mad man you done hit in the head and convinced to play house with your crazy ass?”
“Jebediah. He’s well into his fifties and has the stamina of a snail. I can whack him off a couple times a week and he’ll be satisfied. He has family that puts bank in his account every month. Hell, I can milk his old, horny ass and still chase all this trade dick running around without his ass knowing. All he do all day is read.”
Raheem grinned and shook his head. Dee Dee was right. All Jebediah did was read. The old man used to play dominoes and cards until the younger inmates scared him off. He was a quiet man serving a life sentence for killing some white man that raped his teenage daughter back in the eighties. Raheem thought the dude’s story was tragic when he shared the tale. Most of the men who were rotting behind those bars had tragic stories to tell. It was the way of the world.
As soon as the cell door clicked open Dee Dee stood up and said, “Well, let me go and tell my future husband what the plan is to get his old ass up in here. Let me go before your little boyfriend comes barging in giving me shade and shit like I’m trying to steal his man.”