The Cut: A Prison Story

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Author’s Note: While this prison series features several tantalizing rape scenes throughout, this particular chapter showcases the most gruesome of them all. It features piss, blood, and scat. If that ain’t your thing in the prison world, I’ll suggest skipping over this chapter.

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I must’ve been out for a while because when I came to Angelo was standing in my cell with nothing but a white towel around his waist. His body was beautiful, incredible, and it wasn’t hard to spot the fat knob that went with it.

“I dunno what Dirk told you, but it’s important you understand that while I’m up in this bitch you’re going to be my girl. I know you’re up for parole soon, and if you want to not leave in a body bag then you better do what I tell you.”

I hated that I was so turned on, but his tongue was far more polished than any brotha I had met in The Cut. I guess you don’t get to be a big-time drug dealer without being gold-tongued and intelligent.

I sat there looking up, not knowing what to say. Afraid to say anything, wondering what was going to happen to me.

But Angelo seemed to have all the answers now. “When I wake up, I want my breakfast brought to me. I want my clothes washed and pressed every day. You will not leave this cell, our house, unless you get my permission! After I fuck you, hop to your feet and get a hot rag to clean my dick or I will make you clean it with your mouth.”

I jumped towards him. His fist caught my jaw and sent me wheeling back down to the floor. I looked at him, looking like the animal he was. But he only went on with what he expected.

“Go wash your ass because I’m gonna get up in it tonight!”

I did as I was told.

I showered quickly, but as I started back to my cell, I caught a glimpse of myself in the shower room mirror. My eye was red. I could see the dark ring turn black. My jaw was already swollen and growing puffier from the last blow. My head rung from the assault from time to time and my body was terribly sore from the kicks when I was down.

I was hurting real bad and now that nigga wanted to fuck me in my ass!

For real, that shit wasn’t gonna happen without a fight! If that nigga was going to kill me, then I don’t give a shit! No point to go home if I can’t be a man about mine anymore! I ain’t a faggot-ass pussy!

When I got back to my cell, Angelo had gone through my shit. My clothes were scattered all over the place and now he was thumbing through my commissary items.

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked him.

I hated him at that moment and my rage gave me courage that pruno never could!

Angelo stopped and looked at me like he didn’t want to hear or couldn’t understand what I was saying. His dark eyes were hard. He was chewing on a piece of straw or something. But what caught my attention even more was that the hairs on his face were shinier than before thanks to my pomade.

“Yo, I know you hot in the ass for this dick, but just hold up, aiight. I’m gonna give you what every girl craves from a man. You’re gonna love it!” Angelo turned his back to me and continued to pick through my shit.

“Man, put my shit down, aiight!”

Angelo shook the container of shaving cream, sprayed some onto his hand. “By the way, grab a rag from over there and put it on standby. Remember what I told your ass to do after I take care of that phat rabbit of yours.”

The nigga is trippin’. He’s talking to me like I hadn’t said shit!

I noticed for the first time that Angelo was just a little taller and thicker than me.

“Man, you ain’t coming nowhere near my ass. That ain’t happening. I’m not going out like that!”

He stopped looking at the cream and looked at me. I had his full attention now.

“Look Tony,” Angelo said calmly as he put down the shaving cream and walked over to me. “I see that little ass-whupping from earlier knocked some of your senses out. I don’t wanna hurt you. The way I see it, it’s like this: You help me out. I help you out, and together we’ll keep a peaceful home. Give me some of that phat juicy pussy whenever I want it, do as you’re told, and I won’t sell you to other niggas. It’ll just be me and you ‘til your time’s up.”

I shook. I knew niggas being pimped out by other inmates and that shit was ill! Sometimes going for a penny a pop just to pay a dolla worth of debt on their back.

Angelo was fucking with my head.

I knew it, but I didn’t know how to come back at him with the same game. This nigga was hard!

I ignored him and started picking up my shit and putting it back on my storage shelf. And he just stood there like he was supervising my every move.

Just as I reached for the last sock on the floor, Angelo put his foot on it. I tried to pull it from beneath his foot, but he just smacked the back of my head causing me to stumble into him. He struck the back of my head again and sent me sprawling across the floor.

I tried to fight from falling, but that only made things worse. I felt completely on my face! I got up quickly, though, and lunged at him with all my might!

That was a bad move.

I slipped on the sock and sailed passed Angelo, catching the white towel wrapped around his waist.

As I tried to bounce back up, I reached up to grab the shelf, but it was too flimsy and I fell again, causing my clothes stacked on it to rain on me.

I looked up. Angelo was laughing his ass off with his dick flapping in the wind out of the dark silky bush surrounding it.

But then, I got really mad. I lunged at him again, looking to catch him off-guard, tackle his legs, and wrestle him down to the ground. That was how it went down in my head before he caught me with a left hook that sent spit and blood flying out of my mouth. The force of the blow sent me reeling across the cell, tumbling into the corner.

I was dazed, but the fight wasn’t knocked out of me yet!

I came again at him. Trying to get my hands on him. This time he let me, weirdly smiling at my fight. We wrestled briefly, but Angelo was an expert in placing me in a chokehold. I couldn’t even wiggle my toes!

Angelo was breathing in my ear. I could feel his dick bricked against me, grinding hard with plenty of leaky precum.

I was half dazed and exhausted. My body was spent.

“You good?” Angelo asked in a very low, deep sexy voice as he nastily licked the inside of my ear. “Feel good?”

I was too exhausted and overcome with emotions to respond.

“I dunno why you have to play hard to get, Tony Johnson. Word around the POD, there ain’t one dick you said no to yet! So why fight me? I ain’t fat. I damn sure ain’t ugly. I got pipe for days, and I got bands to take care of us in here and some to send back to yo momma for blessing you with all this ass!”

He yanked me off the floor in a half nelson.

“The only thing that makes sense is that you wanna go from being my girl straight to being wifey, pretend like you got that virgin pussy for Daddy since I’m new here.”

Angelo tossed me onto the cot.

“That’s okay. I like a little wear and tear with my prison bitches. That means you can’t be shy with that phat rabbit, and with an insatiable appetite like mine, you’ll stay being open like an overnight drive-thru…and stay happy about it!”

I was on my stomach. He spread my legs, but my fight was gone. All the blows from the day finally caught up with me in one failed swoop.

I felt the first thrust of his big dick. The searing pain caused my body to spasm. I tried to fight him; stop Angelo from dry fucking me. But I didn’t have the strength and became one with the cot as each thrust dug deeper inside of me. I felt the warmness running down my legs and his thrust smoother now. I knew by the smell, blood ‘n shit was boiling out of me. I passed out unable to cope with the reality of what was happening. Angelo knew all the while he was going to fuck me dry. That was why he was so concerned about the rag. Then darkness.

Over in the black, I heard him growl and felt him relieve himself two or three times with one of those times being a nut and another being a full bladder.

My head exploded. Angelo banged the back of my head causing me to stir. He must’ve done it several times before because the pain felt fresh as he struck me back to consciousness.

“Niggabitch, get the hot rag and clean me up!” He growled.

I was dazed. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. He was more than satisfied, he was pleased. And as I turned to look at his face, to my dismay, very handsome at that.

His yellow skin was a little flushed. His iron board stomach rose and fell as he puffed.

I found the will to get up with a ripped hole packed with everything that crusted and gushed out of me as I stumbled over to the sink and ran the hot water.

After the rag was good and hot for prison standards, I stumbled back to him sitting up like king shit in the cot wiggling his toes.

His dick was covered in everything.

“Don’t forget the nuts,” he commanded after my third trip to the sink to wring the rag of its nastiness. “Clean ‘em good, too, before I make you clean ‘em with your fucking mouth, Niggabitch. Get used to it, Niggabitch. This is the way it’s gonna be from here on out!”

I knew the constant ‘Niggabitch’ wasn’t meant to show affection. It was meant to degrade me.

He got up and pulled the spread off the cot and threw it at me. The bloody shitty pissy spread landed square on my face.

“I want this washed and pressed by morning.” Angelo passed me to get to the shit bowl to piss.

I did what I was told.