Prison Politics

by Beast

  Question after question burned in Raheem’s mind. The answers were plain as day. Xavier had proved over and over again with his actions how near-sighted he was in regards to his and Raheem’s relationship. If anyone else was involved, they quickly were taken care of. For the first time, Raheem wondered if he would one day be on the receiving end of Xavier’s wrath.

  “You can’t worry about that fucking hack,” Shawn said. He walked over to Raheem’s bunk and laid his arms on the thin mattress. “He’s a guard. He’s not one of us. That nigga is here to make our lives worse. And that motherfucker in particular has done everything in his power to isolate your ass. You have to see it.”

  “You’re right,” Raheem replied, not even arguing the point. “He’s the one that killed Abdul. I’m not saying that he didn’t have reason to, but the nigga aint have to take the man’s life. Maybe he took the opportunity to get rid of him. I don’t know. Now, from what you said, he was trying to take you from me.”

  “And I got away.” Shawn reached up and gripped Raheem’s thigh. He stroked it thoughtfully. “I’m not going anywhere, my dude. Not even that crazy fuck can take me away from you.”

  Raheem smiled. “You sound like we married or some shit.”

  “Naw. I aint got shit twisted like that, shawty. We just two niggas in a fucked up situation trying to make the days a little easier. I aint no prison bitch and I’m not trying to be your wife. So relax and get that shit from your twisted little head.”

  “And what if I wanted you to be my prison bitch,” Raheem asked. A devious grin curled his thick lips. “Bend that ass over and tear up that hole whenever I wanted. Make your thick ass scream my name so loudly them niggas in solitary can’t help but to beat off to the sound of us fucking.”

  Shawn grinned. “You trying to get my dick hard? I’m still mad about that scab ass guard.”

  “Stop worrying about that nigga for a minute and answer my question.”

  “I’ll be that nigga you fuck with on the regular, no strings attached,” Shawn replied, coyly. “But I’m not no man’s bitch. I’m a nigga just like you. Aint got a hint of sissy in my ass.”

  “Shiiiit, I’d bring that bitch out with this dick.”

  Shawn smirked. He reached up and playfully slapped Raheem on the chin. He backed away, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his fists in the air. It was definitely a challenge. He motioned Raheem to get down and square up with him.

  “Go ahead with that shit. You got me by about fifty pounds. Shit not even fair.”

  “Oh, so now you bitching up? Thought you was a man. Talking all that big boy shit just a minute ago. Can’t back it up? Grow a pair, motherfucker.”

  Raheem laughed. “You big niggas always trying to box or wrestle. I can’t get with that shit. Playing with grown ass men always leads to something serious. A nigga get you with one good lick and you ready to throw down like niggas beefing in the streets. I’m good.”

  Shawn sucked his teeth and frowned. He stampeded towards Raheem, gripped him by the shirt with one hand the pant leg with other and pulled him down from the bunk. Raheem stumbled a little but landed on his feet. He looked at Shawn like he was crazy but the boy still had a playful smile on his face.

  “You better put your hands up before I bruise up that pretty fucking face,” Shawn warned. “You know that mug is how you get all these niggas twisted, wanting your black ass.”

  “Fuck you, nigga. Besides, it’s the tats, dreads and this dick that these hoes be craving. Get that shit right. Aint shit on me pretty.”

  “I bet that booty is what gets them niggas hooked, too. Something tells me your midnight black ass got some fiyah ass.”

  “You’ll never know, nigga. I don’t get fucked.”

  Shawn narrowed his gaze and out of nowhere, bum rushed Raheem. His hands were quick and lethal. He was only slap boxing but Raheem felt the burning sting of each blow against his face and forearms. The boy was strong as fuck. That much was obvious.

  Raheem tempered his anger. He didn’t like playing with grown ass men but Shawn obviously needed to get some steam off after what happened in June Bug’s cell. All that pent up aggression had to go somewhere. Raheem figured he could indulge his cellmate if only to lighten the mood.

  The two of them squared off in the small cell, circling each other like professional boxers. Shawn came in for a second pass but was quickly rebuffed by a hard backhand to the gut. He bounced back on his heels, doubled over. He looked up with a smile on his face. Shawn’s hands were back in the air by the time he took a third deep breath.

  Shawn and Raheem went tit for tat for a good ten minutes. Both had worked up a nice sweat and had taken off their shirts. The small cell had heated up from all the movement. Still, they play boxed, taking full advantage of the impromptu physical exertion.

  Shawn came in again but was met with a double blow to the face. This time, instead of recovering and resetting, he lunged forward and grabbed Raheem’s slim frame in a bear hug. Their hot, sweaty flesh pressed against one another’s. Raheem playfully pushed away but Shawn’s bulky biceps and firm forearms only tightened.

  “Kiss me, nigga,” Shawn ordered. “Kiss me like you did in the storage room but like you mean it this time. Not like you trying to make another nigga jealous.”

  “Chill, Shawn,” Raheem groaned. “Stop playing and let me go.”

  Shawn’s nostrils flared in frustration. He didn’t let Raheem go. His grip only tightened. Shawn leaned forward and pressed his face into Raheem’s slick, tatted neck. His tongue ran up from the inmate’s collar bone to the back of his ear, tasting the salty nectar perspiring from Raheem’s flesh. Then, his lips formed a wide ‘O’ and sucked, hard.

  Raheem pushed, trying to loosen the boy’s grip but it was no use. The moment he stopped trying to get away was the moment his body responded to being manhandled. Shawn’s teeth, lips and tongue wrecked havoc on the nerves attached to Raheem’s ravished flesh. His mouth both tickled and titillated Raheem’s senses. His manhood unwittingly stirred in his oranges.

  “Damn. There goes my little buddy,” Shawn growled between soft bites and hard sucks. “I think I may have found your spot, nigga.”

  “If you don’t let me go I’m going to beat your ass,” Raheem responded, not feeling entirely comfortable with where things were going. Not being in control bothered him. “I’m not playing with you, nigga. Get off me!”

  Shawn ignored him. He didn’t care about any threat Raheem made. Instinctive need gripped Shawn as tightly as the prisoner held on to his cellmate. Space and time didn’t matter. All the drama and bullshit had taken a backseat to what was going on right then and there. Only one thing was on Shawn’s mind.

  His massive hand slid down Raheem’s sweat slickened back, pressing down on the small of the slender prisoner’s back. Blood rushed from Shawn’s head to his thickening dick. It throbbed harder and faster as his fingers slipped between Raheem’s small, firm ass cheeks.

  Raheem’s protest drowned in the moans and groans that Shawn forced from his body. He could only hear the rapid beating of his and Shawn’s heart, both pounding in an illicit rhythm. Their bodies were as one, flexing and gyrating to some ancient, primal beat. Fear teased at the man’s senses. He didn’t know where things were heading but it didn’t stop him.

  Shawn felt the willingness radiate from Raheem’s body. Gone was the fight. Raheem was his to do with as he pleased. Shawn pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. Burning lust reflected back at him. Seeing what he saw took Shawn’s breath away. Possessed, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Raheem’s, violent and hard.

  Their tongues wrestled back and forth to each other’s mouth. The nigga in each of them wouldn’t let the other take the lead. Two grown ass men, hardened by the trials and tribulations of doing time behind bars, stood, embraced and fought for control over a kiss.

  Shawn didn’t relent. He had the advantage of holding the smaller Raheem in his massive arms. He burrowed his fingers deepe
r between Raheem’s ass cheeks until he grazed against the man’s smooth, chocolate rosebud. Shawn didn’t give his cellmate a chance to consider what was about to happen. He shoved his broad, rigid thumb up Raheem’s sweaty hole.

  Raheem cried out in pain in Shawn’s mouth. He went to his tippy toes, pressing his body harder against Shawn’s. He tried to run for a moment. But when he realized he had nowhere to go, his eyes shot open and he stared at Shawn with pure malice. Their lips still brushed against one another. Raheem’s eye twitched. Slowly, he bore his teeth and bit down harder and harder on Shawn’s bottom lip.

  Shawn tasted his own blood in his mouth. He didn’t care. Feeling the smooth walls of Raheem’s insides was worth a little blood. He was sure that other men had paid a more costly price to gain access to the prize. Shawn pressed deeper and deeper until he felt the bulge of Raheem’s prostate.

  “Damn, you feel so fucking good,” Shawn growled. “Got my dick straight on brick. You goin’ to let me play in that hole, nigga? Shit feels ready for this dick.”

  Raheem’s body twisted, both pulling and pushing at Shawn. His mind struggled with what Shawn was asking. Taking another dick after what all happened with Gustavo wasn’t something he’d planned on doing. Part of it was the fact that he’d bartered his ass on a bogus deal. But the part that truly bothered Raheem was that some small part of him liked taking Gustavo’s thick dick on the cold, hard cement floor of the solitary cell.

  “You not fucking me, Shawn,” Raheem protested. “Now stop all this playing shit and put me down. Seriously, you going to make me fuck you up.”

  “Stop acting like you don’t want the dick. I can feel your ass clenching my finger, hungry for this meat. Stop acting like the shit will make you less of a man. We both men. And we both like fucking ass. So wassup?”

  “Fuck that, I’m not—”

  Shawn didn’t wait for the words. He spun Raheem around in his massive arms until his chest pressed against the middle of Raheem’s back. It was so fast, Raheem thought he’d get whiplash. Then the wall came rushing at his face. Shawn pressed him against the cement, crushing Raheem’s body with his weight and strength.

  The sound of Shawn spitting in his hand sent chills of unbridled anticipation running up and down Raheem’s body. He clawed at the wall, trying to push off, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard nigga. Shawn wasn’t about to let him go anywhere. Not until he got what he wanted.

  “Don’t fight me. You know you want this shit. I can tell you do. Be easier if you just fuck with it and try to enjoy this dick. Make your hard ass fall in love.”

  Raheem didn’t have time for words. He could feel Shawn’s manhood angrily poke at his hole, demanding access. Raheem jerked and twisted. He tried throwing his head back to head butt Shawn but it didn’t work. The inmate only caught air. Shawn’s head was nestled against Raheem’s shoulders, putting so much pressure on the inmate it was hard to breathe.

  Pain shot from Raheem’s ass to the tips of every nerve ending in his body when the broad tip of Shawn’s dick pierced his insides. His breath caught in his throat. There was no point in fighting. Raheem’s body just went limp. Even having his ass stretch unnaturally wide to accommodate Shawn’s dick didn’t register. Numbing pleasure molested Raheem’s body. Dueling pleasure and pain yoked his sinewy frame.

  Raheem had never sought out dick. Ass hungry niggas would come hunting for him. The actual physical process wasn’t the main issue. Sure, the inmate hated how it felt, like a shit being pushed back in, but there was more. Being on the receptive end meant relinquishing power and control. In prison, those were two things that a man never gave up.

  Shawn plunged his dick balls deep in Raheem’s gut and said, “Tell me how this dick feels. You feel my shit throbbing inside you? Don’t act like you don’t like this shit. I know you, nigga. I know you better than you know yourself. Now tell me what the fuck I want to hear.”

  “It feels good,” Raheem whispered. He hated that he’d said the words let alone thought them. “The dick feels good. Now fuck me.”

  “Hmmm, so does this ass.” Shawn sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth. He reached down, held Raheem’s ass close to his groin and stepped back from the cold, hard wall. “Now throw that ass back and take this dick like you mean it.”

  Gone was the unrelenting muscle that had held Raheem down. He could have gotten away and fought back. He wasn’t stuck. Not physically. A deeper desire pulled at Raheem. His ass clenched and throbbed on Shawn’s dick. It was so damn thick and smooth. He wanted to fight but his body wanted the physical pain and pleasure that only some good, prison dick could offer.

  Raheem pushed back on Shawn’s incredibly hard manhood over and over again until he was bouncing on the dick. Flesh smacked violently against raw flesh. The two of them found a sickening rhythm. But Shawn didn’t last long. Raheem’s tight hole was too much for the young inmate.

  Shawn’s whole body shook with pleasure. His dick stiffened against Raheem’s fleshy walls. He cursed, moaned and bucked his massive hips wildly as his orgasm crashed in his body. It only took a few dozen thrust inside Raheem’s bowels to make him cum. His eyes dilated and a long, husky moan rumbled from his solid gut.

  Shawn pulled his rigid, dripping dick out and shot his load on the small, curvy mounds of Raheem’s ass. Shawn smacked his heavy meat on Raheem’s ass, spattering the cum. Seeing his dick, covered in nutt and pressed against Raheem’s cheeks, made him horny all over again. He wasn’t finished just yet.

  Shawn yanked Raheem from the wall and pushed him down on the bottom bunk so that his hips hung over the edge, dick in the air. He reached down and squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick. Shawn lubed his own hole with his seed, straddled Raheem and rode the man until his bowels were flooded with Raheem’s man juice.

  For a week Raheem and Shawn fucked each senseless in that little cell. A few times they thought their dicks would fall off from so much use. But there was little else to do to pass the time. Every unit in the prison except for theirs was let off lock down after two days. There wasn’t much news except that Gustavo and June Bug were dead. Raheem and Shawn only had each other to deal with the forced isolation.

  The sex was amazing. But the intimacy that grew between them was something all together different than anything Raheem had experienced. It was only seven days but spending that much time with another person in such a small space, day and night, either would make you hate them to the point of wanting to kill or see something special but left unsaid. It was still prison.

  Something special was forged in that cell between Raheem and Shawn. They weren’t boyfriends or domestic partners. But they were something. The both felt it. Or at least Raheem did. The prisoner had bonded with Shawn in a way he hadn’t with any other man.

  “What we going to do,” Shawn asked after he heard Xavier on the intercom saying that they were about to be let out. “We sat up in this bitch shitting, eating and fucking. We aint talked about how we going to deal with that bitch ass guard.”

  “You can’t kill a guard,” Raheem warned. “He ends up dead and we’ll never be let out of lockdown. Plus, if they ever found out it was you, life would be Hell. You don’t want to know the shit that cop killers deal with in this bitch.”

  “Fuck that. He tried to have me killed. You got connects on the outside. Why can’t we have him taken out when he’s not working? Won’t even look like we had anything to do with that shit.”

  “Maybe. But that shit will take time. I can’t just make a phone call and make it happen tomorrow. If that’s what you want to do, then you have to be patient.”

  Shawn shrugged. “Aint no other way we can get him. Aint like we can get a guard to fuck him up. But we can’t wait too fucking long. That nigga is going to come after me, trust. I’d do the same in his situation. Hell, he might try to take you out too.”

  Raheem felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. Shawn’s word only made the load feel heavier. He hated entertaining the thou
ght that Xavier might come after him. Raheem still had a hard time believing what Shawn told him about what happened in the cell.

  He’d thought about his cellmate’s recounting of the events over and over again but didn’t see a Spanish Disciple murdering Gustavo and letting Shawn go only to kill June Bug once he was gone. If nothing else, Shawn was a witness. The best way to bet a murder rap was to kill the witness.

  “You don’t know who the Spanish dude was that killed Gustavo?” Raheem asked, looking down at Shawn’s frowned up face. “There’s a reason he didn’t kill you. Maybe Xavier sent him in to take out Gustavo and not you.”

  “Why the fuck does it matter who the nigga was? You still trying to find some way out for that hack. Stop finding excuses for what he did, Raheem. He wants me dead because he wants you. Does the motherfucker need to have a knife to my neck in the middle of the yard for you to believe me?”

  Raheem shook his head and said, “I’m just asking a question. I want to know why he did what you say he did. I told him you and I would be dicking him down together on the regular.”

  “Look, I don’t know what type of shit you two got between ya’ll but whatever. You not my nigga. We both some random dudes sharing a cell. Do what you want. But don’t forget who had your back when them Muslims was about to fuck you up. A nigga trained to go but not for someone that aint got no loyalty.”

  “Calm down man, I’m just trying to get the whole picture, damn.”

  “Whatever. If you so damn lost and confused why not ask you favorite guard why he wants me dead. Maybe he can fill in some of the blanks will some lies you’ll believe.”

  A knock on the slim cell window interrupted their conversation. The pair of convicts looked and saw Xavier. He opened the door, looking from Xavier to Shawn. His eyes narrowed, as if envisioning the boy’s death.

  “Jones, Lieutenant Patterson wants to see you. Now.”