D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

Me an 'Mar wuz kikkin da shyt outta Rah-Rah in 2K5, we had ‘im runnin fo cover; our skillz on da game wuz as good as when we out on da court.  I was madd proud of my shorty, but I hadda remember me an 'Mar had our own side bet goin down, whoever got da most shot-points wuz gettin to run up in da loser 2nite- an I wasn’t losin. 

Ee’n though I already get da azz at least three-2-four timez a week I still pheen on Mar's pretty tyte sexy azzcheeks like I’m on def row an dat phatty iz my last meal- I know its mo than dat tho, itz just dat I love this nicca soooo much that I jus cant git enuff of him, not never...

“Yeah did u know that da game was supposed ta be PLAYED, not just sittin hurr starin at u?” I teased Rah-Rah. “How you not gonna rip dis game up yo?  Do you e’en know HOW ta play?”

“Yo ease up Joop, he havin a hard time as it is, us up in here bussin his azz on his own game,” Mar said to me, defendin Rah-Rah an dissin him at da same time.  Lookin over at da nicca I noticed how his eyes lit up when Mar took up for him- more than just gratitood…

I frownd to myself.  What does this nicca got in mind..?  I know this iz my nicca Rah-Rah, he been runnin wit me an Mar for da longest… but all dat time I WUZ feelin Mar on da low; I wonder if I wuz da only one… then when I saw him reach down to pick up Mar's joystick when it fell outta his lap, and when he actually placed it BACK in my nicca’s lap, I stood up.  “Yo we gotta bounce,” I said to Rah-Rah.

Mar looked shook for a minnit but recoverd an said, “Yeah-yeah Rah, we out.”  Rah lookd madd tite about us leavin but he aint say nuthin but “Iight, see yall”, as we left.

We got outside, it was getting dark. “Yo u goin back to yo crib 2nite?” Mar askd me.

“Naw, I'm stayin over wit u,” I said as we walked quick to get back to Mar's block.  We had beef over hurr in Rah-Rah hood and it was best we got outta there quick befo we saw sumone dat hadda get dealt wit- I AINT feel like gettin no blood on my new kicks.

Mar knew from my quick answer dat my ‘spidey-sense’ was out and searchin, lookin for trouble befo it found us.  We crossed over two blocks and into Mar's hood, which was mo quieter, there was actual 9-5 niccas on Mar's block, not too much ghetto shyt.  I relaxed up.

Mar looked at me.  “Yo Joop, u iight?”

“Yeah I'm cool, u know I get tensed up when we over by Rah-Rah crib-”

“Naw that aint what I mean,” he said.  I caught him givin me dat look- the one where I knew that he could see thru anything I could try to keep from him.

“What was dat about wit Rah-Rah back at his crib?  You got iced up an den we bounced.”

“Naw yo,” I said, “I just felt… a vibe from da nicca and I hadda get outta there.”

“What vibe?” Mar askd.  “What- u think he was really madd cause we clowned him on 2K5?”

“Naw, it wuz sumthin more than dat,” I said, frownin.  I aint really wanna say whut wuz on my mind but I knew dat Mar could tell if I wuz lying so I just said it str8.  “Iight, I thought- I thought he was jonezin on you for a minnit.”

Mar looked at me wit this stunnd look on his face.  “C’mon, Joop- you can't mean dat,” he said after recoverin, half-smilin.  We turned into his backyard and went up the stairs and into da house, takin da back way up to Mar bedroom.  Mr. Clark’s door wuz closed but the TV lite wuz on so we knew he was up waitin for my pops to come in.

We got into Mar's room an pushed da door to.  Mar and me let our guard down that we naturally keep up in the street, and he came over to me an put his arms around my waist, his head goin on my shoulder while I put my arms around his back and pulled him real close.  We just stood there, quiet, holdin each other.  It felt madd good to hold my nicca again.  I wuz stil thinkin bout da way Rah-Rah was actin to Mar though.  I hoped it wuz just my imagination, cuz if it wasn’t-

I felt Mar pull up a lil, starin up at me.  “Yo STOP thinkin bout Rah-Rah- I ain't feelin him and he AINT feelin me,” he said wit a mean-azz look in his eye.  I could never tell my nicca NO, so I put dat shyt outta my head- for now.

“What u need,” he said, pullin me to da bed, “is sum of this…” and he took my handz and put em under his shorts, on his bare round sexy azz.  My fingers slid right between da crack and felt his thugg hair all over dat hole which squeezd when I touched it.

“Damn nicca,” I breathd az Mar put his armz round my waist an put his head on my shouldr while he stretched his legs open more so I could get my whole hand around dat hole.

My dick jumped like it wuz starvin.  “Yo who won da tournament tho,” I was half-sayin, but Mar shushed me by placing his butter soft sexy azz full lips on mine, letting me taste dat tongue az he swirled it against mine.  My heart wuz beatin like I jus ran a marathon or sum, Mar alwayz do dat to me.

He whisperd, “You really care who won..?”

“Naw,” I said, pullin him closer, mumblin “Fuk dat game”… I pushed him on da bed and slid his clothes off under me while I wuz kissin him.  He pulld mine off and we ground nekkid into each other…

 

 

OUTSIDE THE ROOM, A SHADOW SLIPPED TOWARDS THE CRACK IN THE DOORWAY.  THERE WAS ENOUGH SPACE TO SEE INTO THE ROOM, THE DOOR HADNT BEEN PROPERLY CLOSED.  IN THE DARKNESS A FACE PLACED CLOSE TO THE LIGHTED CRACK IN THE DOOR JAMB, ITS BREATH PULLED BACK IN A SHARP GASP, THE OCCUPANTS OF BOTH BEDROOMS TOO OCCUPIED TO NOTICE.  AS THE DARK FORM STOOD AND WATCHED THE SCENE UNFOLDING INSIDE THE BEDROOM IT REACHED INTO WHAT LOOKED LIKE THE WAISTBAND OF A PAIR OF JOGGING PANTS, PULLING OUT A EXTREMELY HARD, LONG, THICK AND UNCUT DARK-SKINNED DICK.  A HAND SUDDENLY BEGAN TO RUN BACK AND FORTH OVER THE HEAD OF THIS THUGG DICK AS THE SHADOW’S BREATHING BEGAN TO QUICKEN.

 

I leand down to lift up Mar's legs, he began to moan real soft and low like a real nicca… dat shyt drove me wild.  I leaned over and lappd the space between his nuttsack and his azz, lettin my spit dribble down to wet up his hairy azz hole.

“Joop, Joop, god, baby-boi,” he breathd.  His muscle legs jerrkd eerytime my tongue struck dat spot, and I suddenly raised em in da air and bit down on dat winkin azzhole litely- wit my teeth.

“Got-damn Joop,” Mar moaned, jumpin around on da bed, like he tryin ta git away from me...

“SHHHH,” I said, flickin my tongue over and over, his legs shudderin madd hard each time I traced dat real sensitive spot on him.  I knew it was makin him crazy an also make him pheen hard for dis 10.5 inch dick I got for him… but he was gonna FEEL it 2nite.   While my tongue wuz up on dat spot under his nutts Mar was grabbin pillows, bedsheets, eerything he could get a grip on… dat shyt was makin me harder than a mafucka.

“Joop FUCK me nicca- STOP PLAYIN,” Mar yelld out.

“Nicca SHHHH,” I said, flippin him over an spreadin his legs out.  He grabbd a pillow an hid his face, tryin to stop dat loud moanin shyt.  He knew what I wuz bout ta do and he wuz getting ready…  I got in between his legs an witout warnin BAM! I slid my thick, 10.5 inch veiny cut thugg dick up in his hairy juicy nicca azz- up to the base all at once.  My nutts smashd against hiz hole like a glove on a hand.

Mar jumpd and hollard in da pillow, tossin about.  “Dat’s whut I'm talkin bout nicca,” I groaned az dat sweet nicca azz gulped up my dick, dem warm wallz grippin on it tite.  I knew he hadda wait to loosen up- dats how azz iz- but I aint FEEL like waitin.  I started jail-housin on Mar, da way I seen it happen to dem pussie niccas when I wuz lockd up in prison last year.  I grippd his legs and bent down, grinding my thik azz dick deep and deeper in them thugg cheeks, feelin dat azz stretch out, curvin to my dick… “Yeah nicca take dis dick, be my bitch, nicca,” I growled in his ear.

“Da HELL wit dat, nicca- I AINT 'bitch' on this, and I’ma prove dat shyt rite now,” Mar choked back; he startd thrown his azz back on me, wrestin with my dick- back an forth, this how we liked it- ruff an raw thugg-style az only da realest niccas could do.

 

OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM, THE SHADOW GRUNTED, HIS BREATHING BECOMING LOUDER AND LOUDER, THE MOANS OF LAMAR’S NAME ALMOST AUDIBLE… HIS BLURRED FIST SLIPPING UP AND DOWN OVER HIS HEAVY-FILLED DICK, WHICH WOULD NOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THE SCENE DEVELOPING IN THE ROOM; HIS KNESS BEGAN TO BUCKLE AS THE WILD STORM OF LUST APPROCHED TOO SOON…

 

Mar, too soon for my style, got used to da pounding my dick was throwin on his juicy pretty muscle azz, and suddenly I felt a grip like a vice on my thick azz dick.  His muscles began to grind its own beat on my 10.5 inch dick, squeezin slow and strong, milkin my thick mushroom head over and over-

 

“Mar, stop..!” I gasped, dat azz- azz like da best pussy- was grippin me too tite, too tite too soon- he wuz gonna make me nutt too soon-

Mar simply growled at me, “FUCKMENICCA…” -reachin behind his head and grabbin my head, pullin me all da way down on him.

My dick wuz suddenly buried in dat deep, hot pretty juicy azz all da way down now, I felt the wet warmth on my nutts from dat hairy azz hole… and he started dat slow stroke again wit his azz muscles, slippin strong back an forth on my dick, makin it thicker and thicker, it was stiffening rock strong-

“JJJOOOP,” Mar hollard in the pillow, beginnin to shake, his grip on my dick suddenly 3x stronger, “JJOOOOP IMMMAA NUTTT NICCAAAA…!!!”

 

OUTSIDE THE ROOM, THE FIST FLEW BACK AND FORTH OVER THE THICKENED DICK, THE SHADOW’S KNEES BUCKLED, AND THE DOOR EASED OPEN FROM THE PRESSURE.  RAH-RAH STOOD THERE, HIS JOGGING SHORTS HALFWAY DOWN, HIS DICK BEING STROKED FAST AND FURIOUS AS HE WATCHED WHAT WAS GOING ON IN FRONT OF HIM.  HIS DICK WAS GETTING LONGER, THICKER, AS HE WATCHED LAMAR BEING FUCKED LIKE IN A PRISON RAPE SCENE… SUDDENLY WITH A HOWL THAT HE HAD TO BITE BACK, HIS HEAD FLEW UP, EYES CLOSED, AND HE BUST OFF- HIS DICK SKEETING HOT, WET NUTT ALL THE WAY INTO THE ROOM.  IN HIS PASSION HE DIDN’T NOTICE HOW HARD HIS NUTT SHOT OUT OF HIM; WHEN HE OPENED HIS EYES TO HIS HORROR HE SAW THAT NUTT HAD LANDED ON JOOP’S THIGHS.  JOOP AND LAMAR WERE SO IN THE MIDDLE OF BUSTIN OFF THEMSELVES SO THEY NEVER NOTICED RAH-RAH QUIETLY PICK UP HIS FALING SWEATPANTS WITH ONE NUTT-STAINED HAND, TIP-TOE BACK OUT OF THE ROOM AND QUIETLY CLOSE THE BEDROOM DOOR WITH THE OTHER HAND.

 

…I felt Mar’s ass jerk like whoa! and then madd warm wetness all on my thighs as his thighs buckd and squeezed… that did it for me.

 

“AWWW DAAAAMMNNN NIIIICCAAAAA,” I moaned, bitin his neck as my nutts screwed up an my big azz dick just blew off in his azz, sprayin nutt over and over… I grabbed his head, his face, my body was shakin outta control, my dick was still bein milkd non-stop by dat azz grip over an over-

“MARRRR STOPPPPP,” I yelped; “NIIIIICCAAAAA DDAAAAMMMNNN YYYEEAHHHH NIIIICCAAA,” as my nut coated his azz, drippin as it always do outta dat strong splash-off an runnin down his legs.  I jerkd one mo time and then I pulld off of him and fell on da bed, gaspin fo breaf.

"So who's da bitch now, NICCA," Mar breathed, tryin to catch his wind, grinnin.

I lay next to him, too drained to get up.  "Yeah nicca, you-you got dat one," I panted, smilin bac.  "I love u sunn…"

"Yeah, I love u too," Mar said, real gentle like an shyt.  Then he grinned back at me.  "I won the tournament though."

Dat did it.  I jumped up, tired az I was, and tried to get Mar in a headlock.  We wrestled on da bed, laffin madd hard, bare-azz, drained, nutts hurtin, dicks sore, but happier than anyone on da earth.  I don’t even know how I coulda thought dat Rah-Rah was a threat…

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OUTSIDE…

Rah-Rah closed the back screen door as quietly as he’d closed the upstairs door.  This came from years of practice; he had always known how to get into the Clark house without anyone’s notice; he had done it on many occasions, breaking into the house since he was a little kid, just to watch Lamar sleeping.  He was real good at it, because Lamar never caught on, or even knew.

A small part of Rah-Rah rationalized that Lamar must have known about it, and probably couldn’t sleep properly anymore without Rah-Rah there to protect him.

Sometimes Rah-Rah would stay the whole night, just listening to him breathe in, breathe out- once in a while hoping that he would catch Lamar sleeping in the nude, as he did sometimes now that they were older.  He would just sit in the chair in Lamar’s bedroom in the dark, watching him sleep, his breathing deep and even- and as he watched, he fell in love with him.

 

As the years passed and Rah-Rah continued to creep most nights into Lamar’s bedroom, he grew past just loving him to worshiping him- Lamar was worthy of his props, anything he wanted from Rah-Rah.

Rah-Rah was waiting for the right time to tell Lamar that he had tatooed Lamar’s initials into his chest over his heart next to his own, but then Joop started hanging around more than ever, since right before he got locked up.  Joop became Lamar’s best friend, not him. 

As if Rah-Rah ever thought he would never have a chance with someone who was so perfect, so phyne, too good for this earth.  Lamar had to be protected.  Lamar had to be cared for.

Lamar had to be his.

Joop did Rah-Rah a great service by getting with Lamar- he owed Joop for helping him to finally fid out that Lamar was attainable.  Before this unexpected turn of events he never suspected that Lamar might get down, especially with a lawyer/cop for a father.

But now that he knew that his dreams of love with Lamar were more than possible, it was practically assured- Joop would have to get out of the way, of course… to finally have Lamar as his lover for all time, all Rah-Rah had to do was take care of the particulars, those pesky little details.

Like killing Joop.