My Papi

A month later there was an envelope in my mailbox. It was a handwritten letter from Chad:

I hope you’re well. I wanted you know that I’ve adjusted. Please give my regards to your cousin, father and especially your uncle. His insights and advice were critical to my successful transition.

I asked a nice guard whom I give a blowjob to every morning to mail this to you. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to be as descriptive as mail is subject to censorship or can be refused to be delivered entirely. 

I was assigned to share a cell with Ernesto. He is an older beefy Dominican-American and is the chief of a Latin gang. There was simple small talk and I was told I had the bottom bunk. That first night after lights went out he got down from his top bunk. He grabbed me out of my bunk, and I was on the floor. He was standing and took out his big hairy uncut dick. I shook my head and whispered, “Hey, man I’m not into that.” He slapped my face. I tried to scurry away but there’s nowhere to go. He grabbed me and squeezed my head. “You’re a smart guy. Just do it as best you can, or they’ll have to carry you out here in the morning.”

I opened my mouth and tentatively used my tongue and started whimpering and was able to cry to make it look even better. He began ramming in and out of my mouth and I gagged and choked a lot. He shoved his balls in my face and I did those hesitantly. After a while he pulled it out and picked me up and turned me around. I struggled as he started to pull my pants down. “No! Please! Not that!” “Shut the fuck up!” He punched me in the face and then flung me into the bed and grabbed my ass. He had a bottle of lube and sprayed my ass and put some on his dick. Then he put it in me fast. I was shaking and thrashing pretended to be in pain. He was really rough. He made me cum. Soon, I felt him shooting off in me. He pulled out and handed me a rag and grabbed my hand and I cleaned his dick off. He raised himself to his bunk. I made sure to sob just loud enough to be heard by him and the guard standing by the cell who watched it all.

“See, you liked it” Ernesto laughed the next morning when he looked at my cum stains on my sheet. “You gave me some trouble but you’re smart to give it up soon. Better for everybody. You’re not in too bad a shape.” He showed me my black eye in a mirror and gave me a black jockstrap. He explained that he was the leader of a gang of 10 who stuck together. He pulled strings to get me put with him. I was his and therefore theirs.

In the cafeteria I sat with and met my compadres. “This is our new punk Blondie. He’s going to get along good.” Ernesto introduced me and I had to learn everyone’s names. They were from 20’s to 40’s. A combination of murder, burglary and drugs were their crimes. They were a tough worked out bunch with lots of tattoos. There was though, a friendly vibe.

A tall bulky white guy in his 30’s with black hair in a crewcut was carrying his tray and limped over and sat at a table with a bunch of black guys. “That’s Hippy” someone said. He had a tough expression, dull eyes and didn’t speak. He ate his lunch. Later on, he picked up and cleared each of the black guy’s trays.

I would have preferred to work in the library but was told I’d be working in the laundry. Later on, a smiling guard came over and said I was wanted, and he led me to a storage room. Ernesto and the gang were in there. “This is your welcome to the joint party” he laughed.

He and everyone were cramped together, standing around with their dicks out. Having gotten a black eye proved that I had been a virgin to gay sex to Ernesto, but now there was no reason not to be what I was supposed to be. I got on my knees and peeled Ernesto’s foreskin and sucked him. He nudged me off. I sensed there was a pecking order and then the guy to his right, Agosto, Ernesto’s lieutenant. He’s around 40. “Sweet! You got us a winner!” He laughed as I sucked his fine Latin cock. I stroked a succession of dicks as I sucked a succession of them. I did everyone and there were sounds of communal satisfaction.

“Blondie, we care about you and want you last” said Ernesto who handed me a bottle of lube. I took off my pants and lubed myself. I walked over to a bunch of boxes, bent over the boxes and presented my hole to the gang. There was whistling and comments. Ernesto came over to me and I lubed his cock and fucked and seeded me. He pulled out and I cleaned his dick. I lubed up Agosto who fucked me and came in me. It was the same with the other eight. It was like an inhiation test that I passed. The guard who had been watching pulled out his dick and I blew him. He brought me back to the laundry room.

Agosto took me an area behind the dryers. Hippy was on his knees sucking a fat black guy’s cock. The fat black guy shuddered and came, and Hippy swallowed it down. The fat black guy gave another black guy standing nearby a pack of cigarettes and walked away. Hippy got up, limped back to the front of dryers and went back to unloading laundry. Agosto took me to the washing machines where I take the clothes out of baskets and put them in the washers. He told me about Hippy.

No one knew his real name. Hippy went in five years ago for manslaughter. He was placed in a black gang leader’s cell. He wouldn’t put out no matter what was done to him and ended up in the hospital. When he got back to the black gang leader’s cell he was now docile. He took to sucking that big black cock. Even though his mouth was taped, Hippy’s sounds of agony could be heard at cells nearby as he was soon fucked for the first time. “It took about a week before Hippy settled down and didn’t need his mouth taped up. He’s taken that pipe every night for five years.”

Another guard recounted the scene in the storage room. Hippy did what he told. He undid his jumpsuit and bent over a steam pipe.  The six took turns fucking him. No tape over his mouth because he was busy sucking and no yelling. He took big black cock after big black with just spit. When the six were done, he lay there and took on the other two. The guard said it was the wildest thing he’d seen inside. There was a puddle of cum from his several orgasms. He was led back to the laundry room to work.

“In here, you’ll just be doing laundry.” Agosto said to me.  A short young Asian guy spoke to the black guy near the dryers and handed him something. Hippy limped back to behind the dryers to suck off the short young Asian guy.

Taking a shower is strange because the sex with the gang happens with our jumpsuits on. The sight of my masters, those powerful men naked, soaping up their big soft dicks and balls all casual together is overwhelming. I am so familiar with their organs and I can’t help getting hard looking at them. “Hey! Blondie likes what he sees!” They’ll laugh and I blush because it’s true. I don’t feel shame, I’m filled the purpose of surviving and I must admit to the pleasure I feel. My parents pushed me into a career I didn’t like. I got married and had a kid because it was what I supposed to do and I stole to keep up a fake glamorous lifestyle. Now, my existence is simple, and I have the basics. Sexually, I have never been as a fulfilled as I am now. You unleashed a profound submissive side I never knew I had.

In the month I’ve been in, I haven’t been hit except for the first night which was necessary. After being broken in by everybody, I settled into the routine. I’m with Ernesto in his cell at night and he lets me have whiskey with him and we fuck. During the day I take care of the other gang members in the bathroom when they want action. I suck and get fucked in a stall. These guys are so sexy! Some of them are pretty young and need to get off all the time. They like it when I speak to them in Spanish. The guards look the other way and I blow them when they want me to. So, it’s just of matter sex which I prepared myself for. My wife and relatives visit, and they all think I seem okay.

Thanks again for everything,

Chad

“He’s lucky! Ernesto likes him and he’s set. Taking on the gang and blowing a few guards is the best he could get. I remember Hippy. He was dumb getting himself messed up. He ended up taking all that black dick and getting pimped out anyway” said my uncle after he read the letter.

Chad was the first of many new clients I mentored for paid pre-prison training. A few times, wives and girlfriends would come along to watch. This would really crush a convicted man’s spirit, which was the goal. My father and uncle were happy to help. Plus, I connected with Derrick, Chad’s bud, so my trainees could get the hang of big black cock since they’d likely have to deal with that inside.