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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“Dirk, man. I’m okay. You can’t watch over me 24/7. I got to handle this on my own.”

“I know, man. You got some dangerous kats out to get you.” Dirk said full of concern.

“I know, but I can handle this, yo. I ain’t gonna let that punk-ass Alvarez bitch me, yo. Fuckin’ spic!”

Dirk chuckled. His laugh was heavy with grave uncertainty.

“Nigga, you about to bounce up outta here in a couple of months. Why you beefin’ with niggas ‘n shit?”

“Yo, like I said. I ain’t getting fucked no more and the bitch Alvarez tried to bitch me out by forcing me to suck him off.

“Yo, you know what crew he’s a part of. They got some hardcore cut throats in that camp. They don’t like the way you disrespected their boy.”

“I know, nigga. Why you trying to make me worry.”

“Nah, man. I just want you to be careful.”

* * *

“Damn,” I thought aloud. Work detail never went by so quickly. It seemed like everybody was watching me out of the corner of their eyes.

I was a marked man. They knew it.

The only thing I could do was carry on like normal. I wasn’t sweating it, but I was scared as shit on the inside.

“Well, fuck it,” I said to myself. I can’t change shit so I might as well just face it I thought as I walked back to my cell.

Oh damn! I spotted the nigga Trey.

If Trey was around, it meant his crew was scheming.

“Yo,” he called out to me. He then caught up to me. “Check dis out. My boy Smoke Dawg wanna rap wit you. He heard you had a problem with him.”

Trey was a dark-skinned nigga about 6’3”, 245lbs. In a former life, he was a professional boxer that caught a statutory rape case and was now doing hard time.

As Trey escorted me to Smoke Dawg’s cell, I could help but notice Trey’s strong arms and broad shoulders. He had on sweatpants. No T-shirt, and his ebony skin glistened in the summer heat.

I had seen Smoke maybe twice since I’d been here. He had a reputation for smoking niggas, hence the moniker. I knew Smoke didn’t want me dead. He wouldn’t have wanted to speak with me, but I couldn’t help but to sweat a little over the possible ass-whupping. Maybe even worse than some broken bones.

Smoke was pumping iron when we got there.

Smoke Dawg stood about 6’ even. He was thick and dark like Trey, but he was meaner looking.

He kept pumping like I wasn’t even in the cell. Grunting with each curl.

Damn! This nigga’s body got to be hard as shit!  

He stopped, walked over to the sink, splashing some water on his face, grunted real loud, and then turned and looked at me. Smoke was phyne, in a doggish sort of way.

“You like going around dissing, my boy.”

I looked down at the ground at those words.

“Look into my eyes when I’m talking to you, faggot.”

I snapped up in anger flaring my face. Funny, how I’m the faggot but you need a whole crew to come fetch me. Funny, ain’t it?

I didn’t give a shit about the two other guys in the cell all looking like they wanted to beat my ass.

“Yo, man, it ain’t even like that.” I sauced some extra bass in my voice.

“Your boy Alvarez was trying to bitch a brotha. I wasn’t about to let it go that way.”

“You what?” Smoke snarled menacingly.

“I wasn’t trying to be a whore, niggah. I am a man just like he is.”

“Trey, this nigga is crazy! Don’t he know who I am?”

Smoke scanned the room then banged his fist into my jaw.

I wheeled senselessly for a moment. Smoke didn’t try to break my jaw because he could’ve easily accomplished that.

“Nigga, the only reason I haven’t smoked your bitch ass is because you are a faggot and you don’t deserve to die like a man.”

“Ain’t you mistaken me for your boy? You squaring up on me like he’s your bitch-ass faggot!”

“What you say?”

“You heard me. I’m the faggot, but he got to get you and all y’all to take care of his shit like he’s community property.”

Smoke Dawg knew I was right. But the way he unzipped his pants I knew he didn’t care. He was out to dominate.

“On your knees, faggot!” He barked.

Trey knocked me onto the floor.

Smoke grabbed my head and forced my face onto his crotch. The must from him working out was acrid, purely man.

“Lick my balls, faggot!” I started licking his balls. Their coolness in contrast to their slight saltiness. “Lick those balls, nigga, before I get rough with you.”

I grabbed the back of his legs and began to lick the shit out of his balls, betraying the man I came in here wanting to be.

“Now suck my dick,” he forced it into my mouth.

I was sucking his big dick using long licking strokes when he barked. “Yo, Trey, man, pull your piece out. He’s gonna suck the both of us.”

Trey pulled down his pants and pulled out his big uncut dick and slapped the side of my face with its slight cheesy must. The foreskin barely covered the flared head. I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue under the skin.

“Yo, get in the chair,” Smoke ordered Trey. “’Cause I’m gonna fuck this faggot up his ass. Burn that shit good. Pull your pants down, faggot.”

I did. I felt Smoke slather my asshole with some hair grease.

“Suck my dick, faggot.” Trey forced my mouth all the way down on him causing me to gag on his big foreskin.

As this was going down, Smoke rammed his dick up my ass.

I screamed as the pain seared through me.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” He grunted, ramming his dick back up in me.

“Suck my dick,” Trey repeated.

I pulled back the skin and suckled on its head with the salty tase of precum letting me know he was aroused.

Smoke was fucking he so hard that his sweat was raining on my back.

My ass felt totally full each time he sunk his dick into it.

“Damn, yo, you got ass like pussy,” Smoke fingers dug into my flesh to give him a better grip.

“Yo, I want some of that ass, yo.” Trey said.

“Aiight, nigga! Let me open it up bit more, aiight.”

“Nigga, I want some of that phat rabbit right now.”

Trey got up. Smoke sat down in front of me, forcing his greasy meat into my mouth. I fought back the vomit. Trey eased his dick into me, and I had to fight back another scream because his dick was so thick.

I closed my eyes trying to concentrate, but his dick was steadily stabbing the walls of my asshole because unlike Smoke who fucked me deep, Trey would pull his dick almost all the way out and ram it back in.

I just wanted the nigga to cum. To put an end to this nightmare.

I massaged his dick by contracting my hole.

I could feel it throbbing deep inside.  

Smoke pulled his dick out of my mouth and busted his nut right in my face like I was a human cum rag.

He sat back, sighed and spent.

Trey was still fucking me with gusto. With that, I bent all the way over, and that did the trick. I felt his hot juices squirting deep inside of me.

“Damn, yo! I haven’t busted a nut like dat since I was with that bitch!” Trey jumped to his feet and wiped himself off.

Smoke leaned forward, drunk in bliss, when he snatched my face, and said, “Next time, faggot, I won’t be so easy on you. Now get the fuck out!”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I bounced!