D'Kass Black Presents Jail's Bait: Lockdown (Book 1)

Officer Dan

I drove straight home from the state pen, thoughts of Malik running through my mind. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. This kid was over half my age, my son Lamar’s age, actually… and I was letting him put his 19-year-old thugg dick into my ass- raw, of all things- and pounding it like it was his woman’s pussy or something, right inside the prison, feet away from Warden Hill’s office…!

I had to get home and shower, his dick scent was all over me, in my moustache, on my breath… I knew I smelled like raw ass and over-sprayed cologne. I figured the guard had to know something was up; he couldn’t have been duped with that last-minute cigarette smoke- the conjugal room smelled like it was really just used for a conjugal visit- or maybe it was my imagination. I knew that I had to get to the house and wash the evidence off, or they could trace it back to me… I mentally shook myself out of it as I realized my overly analytical lawyer’s mind was kicking into overdrive. I knew that once I removed all traces of Malik’s scent on me then I would be safe, again. I had to do some deep cleaning, as well- I had allowed Malik to unload large amounts of cum inside of my asshole. It felt uncomfortably moist in the seat of my pants, for some of the large amount of his sperm, pushed so far into my ass, had begun to lazily drip out as I was driving home… which also meant a trip to the cleaners to get out the stains of these pants. I had to bear down hard to keep the rest from running free- not that I could clamp down too much, Malik’s large, ruthless dick stretched open my ass so wide, it would be a while before the hole closed back to its proper dimensions.

Pulling into my driveway, I went inside the back stairway and ran through the kitchen and upstairs, down the hall to the bathroom, hoping against hope that my son would not catch me-

“Oh, hi, Lamar,” I sighed as he appeared in the doorway, dressed in his basketball clothes and basketball in hand.

“Sup, Dad,” he said, giving me a pound. “I’m gonna go hoop at the park wit my boyz- you need sum from the store or sum?”

“Naw,” I replied, “I just need to get a shower,” I murmured, wishing he wouldn’t stare too tough at why I was walking so funny.

“Iight, Dad,” he said, giving me a …strange look. “You almost look like you’ve been out slayin’ the honeys… lemme smell you,” he leered, moving closer.

“That’s enough,” I backed away, holding up one hand. “You might smell the vomit- I tossed my lunch at something I saw at the jail.” I had to think of something quick to say to cover my reactions.

“You were up at the pen?” he asked. Did you get a chance to see-”

“-Your friend, Joop?” I finished for him. Lamar nodded hopefully. “No, I’m afraid I didn’t get a chance to see him. Did you ever write down all the information I’ve been asking you for about his case- his full name and everything?”

Lamar gave me the same look he always had when he realized he’d forgotten to do as I’ve asked. “Uhhh, I’ll do that now before I leave for the park, iight?” he said quickly, heading downstairs for the study.

Shaking my head, I headed for the bathroom and closed the door, removing my clothes and relieving myself on the toilet. As I sat there, I sighed. Lamar, my only son, was never really focused on much of anything, which is why I always had to ask two and three times for him to finish what he started, if nothing else, at least follow through.  I finished, flushed, and stepped into the shower, the hot water flushing the rest of my prison protégé’s scent away.

I touched my hand to my ass which had been brutally, wonderfully handled by Malik earlier, and memories made my dick rise to its full 9 inch length. Standing under the rushing water, slowly I pushed one finger into my hairy, sucking ass, tweaking my nipples which stood like twin bullets ringed about by salt-n-pepper bushes of hair. It was still extremely sore from Malik’s large, 10.5 inch phat dick pushing around inside and deep, yet it throbbed in excitement as I slid my finger up farther, thinking of the way he threw me on the table and mounted me, getting madd thugg prison dick into me.

“Ahhh,” I groaned as I began to stroke my wet, stiff dick up and down, sliding my finger in and out, remembering… he was on top of me, grunting and stroking in and out, back and forth, back and forth… “Yeah Malik, fuck that hole,” I moaned. “Fuck that shyt, that pussy, oh yeah, nigga,” I growled, my dick stiffening. I remembered him lifting my legs up and telling me that I had to take his dick like his bitch. “Yeah, I'm your bitch, Malik,” I moaned, stroking longer, faster and faster, running my closed hand over my throbbing 9-inch-thick dick, slipping my fist over and over the flared mushroom head, causing shivers to run thru me.

I slipped two fingers into my aching hole, which swallowed them up like Malik’s strong phat dick got swallowed after he had got my legs up, grinding deep between my legs, balls slapping my thighs in a steady hard rhythm... that was the last straw.

“MALIK, MALIK, OHHHHHH BBAAAABBBYYYY FUCCCKKK MEEE,” I yelled, gasping as I erupted, spitting my seed all over the shower tiles. I couldn’t stop moaning loudly, “Malik, Malik, fuck my pussy, yeah nicca,” as I shot off again and again. The wall was wet white with my jism, and my knees bucked as my orgasm shot thru my stomach. A wave of dizzy washed over me then, and I had to sit down in the tub, the water falling down all around me, my asshole aching like he just pulled all that dick out of me.

Just then the phone rang and continued to ring nonstop.

Obviously Lamar had already gone out, and I was so spent then that couldn’t move. I hoped whoever it was would leave a message, because there I was sitting on the shower floor under the water, not moving, thinking of how a pretty brown dick invaded me and made me lose control over my emotions and feelings. I was falling for this kid in a major way, and I had to make it stop or I would become his plaything and, what’s worse, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, nor would I want to. The phone continued to ring endlessly.

Standing, I rinsed off, got out of the shower and went into my bedroom, a towel swathed around my waist. There were two lines in the house, one for me, one for my son…  I realized that it wasn’t my phone ringing off the hook like that. I was waiting for the answering machine to click over- sure Lamar would pick up the message when he came home. I dressed in a robe and slippers and left the bathroom. Passing by my son’s bedroom I paused.

Opening the door to Lamar’s room, I saw the wreck that my 19-yr old lived in: Cases and CD’s everywhere, boxes of Tims stacked almost up to the ceiling, bed rumpled, and every gamer’s paradise in systems and discs.

I entered and began to pick up some of the mess. I set one of the piles of game cases on the nightstand, and that’s when I saw it- the picture of my son when he went to Atlanta when he turned 18, the trip he took with Joop, his best…friend.

I did a double-take and stared at the picture, my mouth dropping open in shock. There, in the picture, hand on my son’s shoulder and smiling, was-

“Hey, Dad, whatchu doin in here,” Lamar spoke behind my back.

I jumped, startled. “I was, I mean, the phone rang,” I stammered.

My son went over to the nightstand and picked up the phone, dialing into the voicemail.  He listened for a second, stiffened, and suddenly slammed down the phone, letting out a whoop and, turning to me, smiled widely. “Dad! Guess what? That was Joop who had called, he was telling me before about this new lawyer he got and check it- the lawyer did his thing!  Joop’s getting his parole hearing tomorrow!!! Ain’t that great? My boy’s gettin’ outta jail tomorrow!!!” And he clapped me on the back as he sprinted out of the room, calling out behind him, “I gotta tell our niggas, they still on the court, we gotta get the party together!”

And he bounded down the stairs and slammed out of the door.

“Yeah, great,” I whispered after him, staring once again at the picture on the nightstand in horror.

Lamar

I checked and double checked my list… stripper, check… rum cake (with frosting), check… Belvedere, check… DJ, check… Case of Coronas, Case of Mad Dog 20/20, check… melon balls soaked in Everclear, check…  nachos and dip, check… Spoonie’s getting a couple bags, with a case of Vanilla Dutches, Joop’s favorite…

It was all set. Yesterday I had run all da way back to the court to let all Joop’s and my niggas know that he was gettin out today, and that got the ball rollin. Er’yone from our way ran off to get things together. The DJ that did the last Hoop Dreams tournament downtown was a cousin to my boy Rah-rah, so he assured that he could get him to do my party for free, long as he got a hookup wit a couple hoes an shyt. I could get him wit my ol hoe, Iesha, I figgred. So far, so good. Iesha and her ho friends were makin a banner off a computer that said WELCOME HOME JOOP. I put the list down and ran down to the car, headed out to pick the phattest coming home jumpsuit for my nicca. I got to the closest mall and went to the best ghetto clothes shop inside.

As I picked out a cream and gold Vokal jumpsuit, headband and matchin cream and wheat Timbs (size 12), my heart was beatin so fast, I almost couldn’t breathe. It was almost a year since Joop and I had touched each other an shyt.

I grabbed the clothes and the accessories, my thoughts on Joop, and how he made me feel when he touched me, how he would bend me over and slip his thick dick into me, digging away, gruntin wit me when we would nutt, holdin me afterwards, lovvin me forever... Thinkin bout him made my dick stiff, to where I hadda put my hands down my draws to adjust it away from the front of my sweats.

“You lookin like you need sum help wit that.”

I jumped. The pretty-ass sales girl stood behind me, smiling; she looked college-age. “Uhh, sorry,” I mumbled, my head spinning.

“No prob,” she replied with a leer. “I’m Marquette, I can handle your… packages....”

I hurriedly changed the subject. “I'm gettin this stuff rite hurr,” I tol her, handing the suit and headband. “I’ll need a size 12 in those Timbs,” I indicated towards the ones I’d already picked out on the display wall.

“Right away,” she smiled again cheerfully, walking back to the counter, her ass jiggling tightly underneath her skirt. I was feelin her sexy way, her light skinned glow, the cinnamon hair, the smell of her- I could easily fuck her doowwwwn.

But not tonight. Tonite was bout me and the love of my life- but she might like to have sum fun. I waited for her to disappear into the back and return to the counter with the size 12’s, and I handed her my card. “Yo what you doin later on, shawty?”  I asked her, a half-smile on my face.

“Hopin to chill with you,” she replied.

“Werd?” I smiled widely. “My boy’s out on parole today, da party is tonite. You wanna come. I got a DJ, and I’m soakin melon balls in Everclear,” I hinted.

She smiled back. “You on that Everclear shyt huh. You know that’s like 150 proof,” she laughed, handing me back the card and my purchases.

“No doubt, so I’ll save you sum, thugg’s honor,” I made a mock promise, makin her laff again. Then I gave her the address and time, and left the store. If I played my cards just rite, I thought, the DJ just got his pu-nani for 2nite.

Laffin about the fuck hook-up I just made that this bitch aint even know she got yet, I left the mall and drove home, hell bent on getting everything together before Joop showed up. I wondered how everything was goin wit him; he should be in the hearin even at this moment.

That made me wonder about my Dad, he was goin up to the prison again today, so I thought- maybe he might give Joop a ride back here for me…

Aww, damn, I remembered that I ran out so fast yesterday and was so into gettin 2nite’s shyt together that I aint see Dad after I got the voicemail, and that was yesterday. He still might not know what Joop’s name really is, I left the info on his desk but I aint make sure he saw it before he went to court this morning… he still might not know nuthin about my nigga…

Joop

Standin wit the parole board as they went single file out of the room, I had to fight to keep myself still- I was free!!!  Officer Dan looked out for a nigga and got me released, just like he said. I felt so much gratitude for him that I aint know what to do. I wanted to talk to him after the release but there were cops and shyt all around, so I couldn’t say what I really wanted to say to him- that he aint know that I had a nigga, that I aint wanna be wit no one on no lext level but my nigga Lamar, that I felt sum for him but it was like gratitude and respect, and yea even though the sex was good, an yeah his ass felt like sweet pussy on my dick (got-dam), an diggin him out was fa-sho addictin an shyt, but that’s all it could ever be…

I wanted to say all that but I couldn’t get wit him alone, it almost seemed like he was avoidin me or sum. I saw him talkin to the warden about sum and saw his face, he aint look like he won a case today… but I aint have no time to talk to him or nuthin afterwards. Rite after my release papers were signed and my shyt returned to me, I looked for Officer Dan to ask bout my first meetin wit him on da outside, and he was poof! gone just like dat…

I carried my shyt into the change room and, while changing into my street clothes, I wondered if the old man was madd wit me or sum. Well, I figgred I’ll hear from him soon enuff- but now, I got a homecoming party to get to, if I knew my nigga Lamar… he’ll have thought of everything for my homecummin, even down to extra hoes in case I might have a taste for pussy later on. I’ll get around to that, fa sho-

-But not tonight. Tonight I’m gonna be wit da got-damn love of my life.

I’m gonna get Lamar alone, rip his sweatsuit off, bend dat nigga over, slide my achin lonely ass dick into his empty and waitin hole, and break his got-damn back in lettin him know how much I miss dat ass, holdin him close to me, my shawty, my nigga, my fukkin heart… my dick grew to its full strength and, still undressed, I reached down to adjust it away from the front of my boxers…

“You look like you need sum help with that,” a voice spoke behind me.

I jumped. There in the open door, stood the release guard, smiling liscentiously, giving me the once-over.

“Thanks, but no thanks yo, I’m almost finished,” I said.

No prob, he said, lookin once again at me half-dressed, den he closd the door behind him once more, still smilin.

“Fukkin homo,” I shook my head as I continued to get dressed. He was cute enuff, shorter than me and muscular, with a pretty ass mouth- I could see him in my mind’s eye, slurpin on my shyt. I’d make dat nicca gagg til he passed out on my phat dick. But he aint hold a candle to Lamar, never could.

I finished dressin and, followin the guard, went down to the commissary to get my left over doe, an carfare to get back down to the hood. Walkin down the hallway I went past the conjugal room and thought once again bout Officer Dan. ‘Where he run to so quick, and why he aint speak to me?’ I wondered out loud to myself.

“What was dat?” the horny homo guard turned ta ask, lust all over his face.

“Nuthin,” I muttered, shakin my head again.

Officer Dan

I stood along with Malik as the board filed out, some of them giving me the thumbs-up, others sending me dubious looks. To prolong the moment when I would have to confront my young client and let him know that he’s been fucking his best friend’s father, I turned instead to Warden Hill, who silently stood in the corner to one side, a literal spectator in these precedings. I’d always thought that for an older guy, Warden Joe Hill was attractive, looking younger these days with that color rinse he used to keep his full head of hair and full mustache black, and his smooth face making him appear ten years younger than his age of 48. He was tall, about 6’1 and lean, and that was saying something, knowing his appetite.

Approaching him, I held out my hand. “Well, Joe,” I said with a smile, “you’ve lost another one to the outside world.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Joe said; “If you would just come this way,” he indicated to me.

Perplexed, I followed him out of the parole room, past the groups of board members that had just given Malik the ticket to freedom, down the halls towards Hill’s office, which sat on the other side of the hallway from the conjugal room. Of course, this brought back memories of my times with Malik in there, times that had to come to an end.

My thoughts were spinning. I knew it was too good to be true, of all the young dudes I could have fallen for and fucked with, that it had to be, of all people, my SON’s best friend..!  I kicked myself mentally, realizing that I should have known who he was all along, as much time as he spent in my own house growing up. Yet I never paid too much attention to any of my son’s friends… STUPID, STUPID, STUPID…  I berated myself. At least I know that unless Malik was into true confessions, that no one would ever find out about-

“Please, come inside,” Hill indicated to the door he held open for me. I went in and he closed the door behind me, locking it.

Frowning as to why he would do THAT, Hill spoke. “Sit down at the table, Dan.”  I sat at the small round table in the immaculate office, on which was placed a television set and a VCR. The remote lay next to the chair I’d selected.

“What’s this all about, Joe?” I asked, idly fingering the remote. “Malik has met the conditions of the parole, he’s free. Why do you say that might not be the case. Do you know something about Malik’s parole that I don’t?”

“Not about the parole,” Joe replied with a certain tone. “About MALIK.”

“What about him?”  I asked.

“Play the tape and find out for yourself,” came the response.

I picked up the remote and pressed play. Immediately flashing onscreen, timed and dated, was the conjugal room from a high vantage point, the camera obviously focused on the table on which lay two grinding bodies- Malik, with his jumpsuit down around his ankles, back muscles rippling and undulating, furiously grinding into… into (!) a very naked me, with my legs up and stretched wide like a two-dollar hoe in a fuck video. I swallowed against the panic, shame, and waves of horror which rose from me in shuddering gasps.

Joe smiled as he came over to the table behind me, leaning over to look at the scene along with me, for my eyes would not turn away. “I sometimes videotape the conjugal room when its being used, you never know when a wife might try to slip contraband to her husband while in the act, as it were.”

“This- this is illegal!!!” I stammered.

“Yes, I believe it is,” Hill grinned. “That’s why its so much more effective as blackmail.”  He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… What would the parole board say- or even the Bar Association?” he quipped into my ear. It was then that I realized how uncomfortably close he was to me.

“What- what do you want..?” I whispered.

“Ive always thought you had a good looking ass,” Hill replied, licking my ear as I pulled away. He grabbed the back of my neck. “Why don’t you show me how good that ass is you threw at your client- up close?”  He spun my swivel chair around, and I gasped again.

Joe was completely naked, a length of gray hair running in a straight line up from his pubic hair to his chest. He was well kept up for a man in my age bracket, and his nipples poked out admiringly. He was slowly stroking a thick, 11 inch, veiny and throbbing dick in my face, mushroom head flared, his golf-ball sized nutts swinging from his sac as free as you please. It was the biggest, thickest dick I’d ever seen.

“Here’s how it’s going to work,” he smiled again, taking the remote from me and shutting off the TV. “You take this dick anyway I want to give it to you like that bitch I know you can be- remember, I’ve seen you,” he reminded me; “or, this tape will wind up in the hands of the proper authorities, and not only will lover-boy wind up finishing out his sentence, but he’ll have a few extra months tacked on for lewd conduct in the prison, abuse of lawyer/client privilege, sodomy, oh- the list goes on. Oh, yeah, and you get to share a cell with him; I’m sure you broke plenty of laws and codes you lawyers live by, didn’t you?” he added, leaning over and shoving his massive dick head into my mouth, causing me to choke.

I attempted to push him away and his response was:  “Push me away, bitch- and you get it worse. I’ll call in my boys to hold you down.”

That shut me up and made me ready to cooperate. I tried like hell to get into sucking this monster dick, but I kept getting chocked on the head. He grabbed the back of my throat and pushed down. The thick black phat ass dick pushed its way down my throat, and I nearly passed out, I had no breath left to spare. I decided that the only way to get through all this was to take the bull by the horns, or the balls, so to speak. I began to swallow and relax my gag muscles, suddenly slurping on this big dick like a pro.

He halted, amazed that I was in control. “Yeah nigga,” he growled, leaning back on the table so I could run my lips down his dick shaft while pinching his nipples. “Suck that dick, fuckkin bitch,” he moaned. It tasted like cherries. I wondered what he put on his dick to taste so good as I bobbed up and down, swallowing the length of his dick and making him fuck my mouth. He grabbed my throat and stuck his dick all the way down, hurting my voicebox. I didn’t care though. My son’s friendship notwithstanding, I had to protect Malik as much as I could, meaning I would do anything to keep him safe- anything.

Just then Hill grabbed me and pulled me up to stand. “Take off yo clothes, BITCH.”

I removed my suit and placed the items on the table. He pushed everything to the floor and grabbed my waist, bending me over. I felt a warm, moist touch and realized that he was tonguing my hairy asshole, making it pucker and wink without control. It made shivers run through me as he prepped my ass for assault. Running his tongue up one side of my hole to the other made my dick jump and my toes curl. His tongue was so wicked that I moaned aloud in spite of myself, and involuntarily spread my legs a little more. He suddenly drilled that tongue into my ass like it was a piledriver, causing the shakes and shivers. In the middle of him rimming me he suddenly stood up and rammed his 11 inch monster into my ass, causing me to yelp in fright.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SMACK THE SHYT OUTTA YOU, BITCH.” he commanded, pushing his dick even deeper into my asshole, stretching it into lengths I couldn’t believe. He grunted and held me steady until he felt my asshole open and with a pop! he slid in all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass as he positioned himself. Without waiting to see if I was all right he began to ruthlessly fuck the hell out of my ass, yelling, “YEAH BITCH TAKE MY MUTHA FUKKIN DICK.”  He filled my asshole until it screamed for mercy, I was so turned on by Joe fucking me like I was the inmate that I filled with lust and bucked back on his dick, making him grind even harder.

“FUCK ME NIGGA,” I yelled. “OHH BABY, FUCK MY PUSSY NIGGA..!  GOT-DAMN!!!”

He slow-stroked my asshole as his big, deep ass dick flared into and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out and I heard a suction as his dickhead plopped out of my ass. He shoved it back in, and the brief moment of desire on my face was replaced with more pain.

“OWWWNICCA” I said, “FU-FU-FUUUCK ME BBBAAAAABBBYYY,” as he pounded my asshole again and again, my head hitting the table repeatedly. Each bang, however, made the strength rise in my dick, and it grew to its full 9-inch length, and steadied, swaying against the relentless grind of Hill’s big juicy dick in my ass.

Hill leaned into it, his dick thrusts into me more violent. “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THE DICK BITCH,” he growled, grabbing my waist and almost ripping a new hole into my ass. His violent fucking turned me so on that I got wild. I thrust back on his hungry, growing dick. He ground deeper into my stretched asshole, feeling the wet warmth of it grab up his tool like a too-tight glove with butter inside. We pulled and pushed at each other to where we fell off the table and rolled underneath it. I tried to crawl away but he pulled me back and we wrestled, he got on top and grabbed my legs, I tried to scream for help but I was too turned on by him to want any rescuing. He pulled my legs wide open and slammed his big black dick back into my asshole, making me toss my head back and forth side to side, and I yelped, crying out, “YEAH NIGGA BANG MY ASSSSSS OUT BABYYYYY…”

Hill started up a rhythm, his balls banging over and over against my sweaty wet ass/pussyhole, that loud squishing sound filled the room along with scented ass smell combined with dick scent, our chests heaved with sweat, bodies frenzied and heavy with raw passion. I bucked and thrashed about, the desk clanged hard on the floor as we banged into it, my legs stretched wide, Joe fucking me into hell and back. After what seemed like the roughest and sweetest fuck I’d ever had, Joe pulled his dick in and out of my ass, plopping it back and forth as it swelled to a great length, then he began to shake.

“I’M GONNA NUTT OFF IN YOU, BITCH. TAKE MY NUTT. TAKE MY GOOOOOTTT DDDAAAMMMMNNN NUUUTTTTT AAAAWWWW SSSSHHHHYYYYTTT,” he cried loudly as wave after wave of his nutt juice splashed in my ass walls, I felt the moisture in my hot fucked ass get wetter and wetter, nutt dripped out onto the floor as Hill couldn’t stop cumming.

Feeling his nutt fill me up pushed me to the limit. I cried out as my dick, untouched by me or Joe, started shooting everywhere, coating me, the underside of the table, and Joe’s torso and face.

I jerked and twitched, my reason had fled. “AWWW NIGGGA, YEAH FUCK ME YO, FUCK ME BABBBYYY AWWWW GGGAAAAWWWDDDD,” I shouted as nutt flew in seizures of pleasure from my still hyped dick. I shuddered as I came down from the high. All that dick he had came flopping out of my sore ass, spent. Nutt from Joe dribbled like a pool out of my drenched hole, and we lay there in each other’s arms, trying to catch our breaths.

He pushed away from me and got up. “Get dressed, Dan,” he said, business-like. I quietly got my clothes and started to clean up. “No, put them on as you are, you don’t get to clean yourself,” he amended. “I didn’t say you could wipe my nutt off of you, BITCH.”

I looked at him, a retort at my lips, but dimly realized that he held all the cards. He had me DEAD to rights. If I didn’t do exactly as he said, it would cost me, my son AND my son’s best friend, a boy I had fallen for myself. If only I could tell Malik what I was going through for him, tell him how I really felt. I knew that I couldn’t trump Joe’s triumph by telling him that the whole time he was fucking me, I was imagining him as Malik, and it was like we were together once again, the way I wished it could be forever, but not now…

I morbidly dressed, feeling that sticky-ness in my clothes once more and smelling like dick and red-hot ass. I headed for the door and put a hand on the knob when Hill spoke.

“You be here tomorrow night after your rounds at court. I’ll be waiting for you. If you play your cards right, I’ll keep this between us, and you won’t have to service any of my guards.”

I felt the weight of this all settling on my shoulders as I opened the door and left the room, closing the door behind me, the sounds of his laughter filling the hallway.