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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The buzzer rang; the signal to inmates it was time for lights out.

In prison, everything was regulated, including when the day began and ended for an inmate. Nighttime was the most difficult for me because it was always the time when somebody decided to do some crazy shit. Stabbing, robberies, and even getting took place at night during lights out.

The guards don’t care. Sometimes at night you can hear the screams of pain and the howls of terror as brutal rapes and jump ins took place in the Cut. The Cut is what niggas call prison on the inside. On the outside it got an entirely different meaning.

I was sentenced to a nickel in The Cut for drug trafficking. I’d been here a year, and I still can’t adjust to the way we live in here. Always wondering about the next man. Is he gonna stab me or steal from me? Am I gonna be attacked? Shit happens every day in here and can happen to any nigga at any time.

I share a cell with three other guys. One of them is serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole. The other two are repeat offenders: caught up in a revolving door of jumping in and out of prison.

In a way, it had become a way of life for them.

The first guy, who is serving the life sentence is about 6’3”, very dark and stocky. We call him Dirk. The third guy is part Latino which made him a pretty nigga but mean as fuck. No one—not even Loco—would get into his shit. He preferred to go by the moniker of Black. Black was about 5’11” in a deep golden-brown hue. He flashed a gold tooth and black curly hair. Even his dick was pretty with its mushroom head perfectly round.

In case you’re wondering, my name is Tony. I’m just a regular guy about Black’s height and size.

Niggas here call me pretty, too. My pretty ain’t the same as Black’s. My pretty is what they call pussy.

Whether I like it or not, niggas fuck me in the ass and make me suck their dicks. This is why I hate lights out because that is when niggas who want a piece of ass just take my shit. Sometimes they run a “G” on me, but not every night.

Today, Black lost hooping it up in one-on-one, and he was really in a bad mood.

He was always in a bad mood, but I could tell his mood was as bad as it gets by the way he looked at me at times during the day. The other guys knew what was up, that he was going to take his turn tonight with me by the way he was staring me down.

Of all the bastards in there, Black was the worst. He had a really long thick dick, and the last time he fucked I was sore for three days straight.

“Lights out,” The CO, or Corrections Officer, yelled.

Bitch ass niggas that couldn’t make it as police officers.

I laid on my cot trying to calm myself, for I knew what was coming.

It was especially hot that day. The hot air was like a blanket lying thick over me. I heard the first creak of the cot, the one in which Black slept in, and then footsteps. I never turned my head to see him get up and walk over to my side of the cell.

“Shorty, you know what time it is.” His low menacing voice sent chills down my spine.

He snatched my head, forcing my face into his crotch. The musk of his dick and balls weren’t unpleasant, but acrid to my nose.

I began to lick his balls, squeezed his dick forcefully; the way he liked it. I licked the crease of his firm thighs and behind his balls my hands rubbed his legs. I could tell by the tense in his muscles he liked what I was doing. I licked the underside of his dick using long up and down strokes on the bulky vein underneath his mammoth dick.

I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough for the brute because he grabbed my head and shoved his dick down my throat.

Its salty taste and heat caused my asshole to contract in anticipation of accommodating its length.

I was sucking vigorously as he pumped in and out of my mouth.

“Lay on your stomach, faggot.” His voice thick with loathing and disgust as he noticed my pre-cummy hard-on.

I guess I didn’t move fast enough again because he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the cot face down.

He spat on his hand and lubed his big dick.

I could already feel his heavy length up my ass in my mind.

During the initial intrusion, I learned to think about something else. If I didn’t, the pain would be unbearable. But tonight, even that didn’t work, as he rammed into me with all his might. His frustrations of the day coming out in one spearing lunge.

I suppressed a scream. The pain cut through me, nonetheless. I felt instantly full; my ass impaled by his long thick dick. I tried to ease the pain by inching forward on the cot. Realizing this, he just locked his arms through mine, securing a greater grip and then the pounding really began. The sweat from his body began to seep into the crack of my ass; its salty sting burning the raw tissues lining my asshole.

I began to sweat. The steady pounding began to deeply arouse me. The soft tissues in my ass began to respond to the hardness of his dick as it drove in and out. I tried to squeeze back there, grind back against him hungering for more of the violence taking place in my ass. My body spasmed. I felt his hot juices empty into me. The raging waves of pleasure engulfing me, betraying me.

Another night in The Cut.