Well this was it, I suppose. It was all real. I was going to prison. Not jail - I had done only a night in a local detention center before my family bailed me out. The trial took 18 weeks to get through. The time actually flew by as the jury seemed awful quick to vote to convict me of unlawful endangerment of a minor and statutory rape. It’ll sound bad but I honestly had no idea she was underage. I was made to look like a monster by the prosecution anyway and the judge threw the book at me. I was looking at ten years in state prison. Five if I could prove I had been rehabilitated. I was just twenty years old. I remember the feeling of my heart collapsing from my chest to my stomach as it all unfolded. Nothing felt real after that. It was like I was floating through and waiting to wake up. Now I was on the bus in shackles with a bunch of other new inmates. My heart was still in my stomach but beating like a jackhammer as we headed toward our new home. I tried to maintain my cool and looked out the window even though there was nothing to see on such a rainy night. I just didn’t want to make eye contact with any of the hardened criminals. I was no typical convict. That’s what I figured anyway from the movies and TV I’d seen. Everyone seemed like they worked out all the time and the State Pen Complex was full of killers and rapists and lifers having race wars and shivving each other.
I was shuffled off the bus by a shotgun wielding guard along with the men I’d be spending the next five to ten years living alongside. We were brought to a room with benches where our shackles were unlocked and we were issued our sundries and uniforms. We all had to get changed right there and I felt my face grow hot. I had so far avoided looking too closely at my fellow inmates but eventually I stole a glance about the room. I immediately regretted it. Not because just about everyone there was taller and broader than I was - that much had been obvious - but because I made eye contact. Brief but unmistakable eye contact. A tall Latino man with a scarred face was glaring in my direction. I shifted my own gaze to the floor. I was happy to get out of the too big orange jumpsuit I’d been wearing for months. Unfortunately the uniform didn’t fit much better. It was too small - blue scrubs that fit like leggings and a leotard. I gave the guard a quizzical look as I dressed.
“We didn’t have any in your size so we grabbed some from the women’s prison.” he said annoyed. “Maybe if you put on some muscle you’d get to wear big boy clothes.” I felt hurt at his snarky tone and tugged on the snug top. The sleeves were cropped short and they pulled on my ribs.
We were filed off to our cells. I could barely hear the guard yelling about rules and regulations and work detail and such. I was focused intently on my own breathing and remaining as outwardly cool as possible, but I was trembling.
The cell door creaking and slamming shut really hit home where I was. I was holding toiletries and a blanket. On the right side wall was bolted a lidless steel toilet and sink combo with a polished metal plate for a mirror above with a couple shelves. Opposite were a pair of bunk beds and third a small window looking out to a colourless sky. The guard, whom I hadn’t noticed was still standing outside, marked something off on his clip board with a pencil. Then he said something I wished he hadn’t.
“Cell B-12, Prisoner No. 342-26. Smith, Ashley. Welcome home, boy.” and he walked away. Suddenly, a head popped up from the top bunk. The face was dark - he actually resembled Morris Chestnut I thought. He was smiling. Even I knew that was probably not a good sign.
“Ashley?” He said with his pearly white grin.
“I go by Ash.” I meekly replied.
“Sure thing Ashley.” He said, chuckling. He sat up and swung his legs over the side before jumping down. “I’m fucking with you man don’t worry. We’re just numbers to the screws anyway.” I didn’t feel much better about that as I put my things on my new bunk. My cellmate watched me the entire time, looking me up and down and no doubt getting every detail of my physique through my cut skintight uniform. He stood about seven or eight inches taller than me and was just as jacked as 90% of the black guys I’d seen there already.
“I’m Rod.” he said. Not knowing what else to do, I extended my hand. He eyed me up and down for a moment before shaking it. His huge hand enveloped mine. It was the first genuine human contact I’d had in what felt like a while and I couldn’t help but enjoy the warm embrace. He smiled but it looked less like a happy greeting and more like a Cheshire cat. I gulped.
“Listen Ashley.” he said with a lower tone. I winced at being ‘Ashley’ for the next ten years. “I can tell this is your first trip and your paperwork is probably about a sentence long am I right?”
“Huh?” I blinked.
“Your record,” he said with a huff. “This is your first time inside on what was a first offense.”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.” How did he know all that? Was it really that easy to tell?
“We have an established way of doing things around here,” he said. “I can give you the run down of what powers this place and how to get by without getting your shit kicked in.”
“I guess that would be-” I was going to say ‘okay’ but Rod interrupted me.
“You’re welcome kiddo.” He clapped me on the shoulder with one of his huge hands. I mustered a smile but he wasn’t looking at me he was looking at my body. Next thing I knew I was being steered by that hand on my shoulder toward the bottom bunk, and he effortlessly forced me to sit down. He stayed standing over me and put his hands on his hips.
“Rule zero should be pretty fucking obvious. No snitching. You better get that one real branded on your brain kid. No snitching means no snitching. If you think you might be snitching- you’re snitching. And snitches don’t get stitches baby - snitches die.” I immediately felt ten times smaller in Rod’s shadow as his timbery voice gave me the dire warning. I stared at him, frozen in fear.
“That makes rule number 1 mind your own business,” he continued. “Don’t fuckin ask up to nobody and nobody will tool you either. If they do it means they fucking with you.”
He suddenly leaned in closely. His head was next to mine. He whispered in my ear in a husky tone.
“And the rest of the rules are easy.” I could feel his hot breath tickle my hair and neck. “You just follow exactly what I say.” he leaned back up and smiled like a shark again. I had felt like a piece of meat the moment I walked in - but Rod was starting to treat me like a live animal. A prey one. I saw his hand begin to come forward. It reached the side of my face and stroked it tenderly. I was paralyzed with anxiety. Then I felt his fingers on the back of my head, and for a split second, they tensed up - before the cell door suddenly clanged open. Rod whipped his hand away and I snapped out of my trance to look toward the guard standing there.
“Rodriguez!” the guard barked. “You’ve got a visitor. It’s now or never.” The guard looked at me and then back at Rod. He smiled a small but unmistakable smile. I knew then that if I was going to get help it wouldn’t be from the COs. Rod wordlessly walked toward the cell door and turned around while the guard cuffed him. He was muttering something and as the door slammed shut again I could swear I heard them talking like old friends. And if I wasn’t crazy, I thought I heard the guard say something a little surreal. It almost sounded like “You can use the new one later.”
I was peeing in the metal toilet, the tinkling sound drowning out the footsteps approaching as I nearly stopped midstream hearing the cell slide open and Rod walk in. I desperately tried finishing up. The cell shut and Rod chuckled.
“May as well sit down. It’ll be faster and you’ll make less of a mess with that tootsie roll.” My heart thumped as I tucked myself back into my bottoms and yanked at the drawstrings. They snapped in my hands. Rod just laughed some more. I blushed furiously as I washed my hands and went to my bunk. Rod was already there.
“Listen Ashley baby.” he said plainly. “I’m gonna make it real easy okay? This place runs on a certain sorta hierarchy, see? All divided by the only thing anyone sees when they look at you. It’s about color, and it’s about power.” He stretched himself up to full height and flexed. “It’s like a pyramid. And the way it worked out, this pyramid got all the top one smooth consistent color. Black.”
Rod stepped closer until we were inches apart. I looked up at him with wet eyes. He smiled. This time warmly almost like a father to his son. Again I felt his massive hand on my shoulder. This time there was a split second of relaxation before I felt him pressing down.
“And naturally,” he began again. The pressure increased. My knees buckled. “White boys like you…” I was kneeling before him. “...settled on the bottom.” He let out a sigh and slid his hand tenderly up the side of my head before undoing the drawstring on his pants - I could no longer pretend anything else was about to happen.
“You’re going to violate me?” I asked, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled as he smiled broadly.
“No baby Ashley,” he said. “I got no intention of violatin’ you. Though if I wanted to I could take you any way I wanted anywhere I wanted. You're gonna learn to accept your position just like every other white boy in this prison has. Whatever their use is to their master.” I shuddered at that last comment. He wasn’t going to violate me? There were other uses? He wasn’t going to violate me?
“Here’s the thing, boy. You know I’m not lying about how it works here, and the way I see it is you got two choices. Either you just give in and do whatever it takes to survive, or you fight tooth and nail like hell and either get your face stomped and end up doing all the shit you didn’t want to anyway. And we both know that you are no fighter.” His words hit me like cannon balls. He was right. What was I supposed to do? Take on everyone? This jail was huge. If everything he said was true, and it sounded as real as anything, challenging the status quo like some folk hero was basically a losing gamble no matter what. Being transferred could take weeks or months and who knows what would be done to me in that time - protective custody or not. This no doubt was a prison wide system, and just about the last thing I wanted was solitary that whole time. Without a word, I raised my arms to his waistband, tucked my fingers in his briefs, and gently pulled downward.
“Yeah” Rod said. “I knew you were smart enough to come around. You’re going to start taking more and more steps yourself before you know it.” The view before me was jaw dropping. Rod’s enormous black dick hung between his legs like a kielbasa in the window. Even in a softer state, it was easily eight inches and so thick around I doubted my fingers could meet my thumb. The deep ebony colored veiny length ended with a cut purple head that looked almost equine. I began to slowly close my hand around it, as I felt the warm blood surge into the tissue it inflated in my hand and swelled toward me. Ballooning in size to ten or more inches and thickening like a python. My body had apparently picked up on what was about to happen because I began to salivate as I stroked the monster before me.
“It’s so fucking big.” I heard myself say in wonder. Rod grunted and I could tell he was growing impatient. I felt bad for making him wait for some reason and opened my mouth to extend my tongue. His skin tasted vaguely salty and like not much else as I ran my tongue along its length. Before long it was glistening wet and I began suckling on the head in preparation of going deeper.
“That’s a good boy.” Rod sighed. “You know exactly how to please this big black cock don’t you white bitch?” I took him into my mouth and hummed in response.
“Mmm-hmm” I said reflexively. I began to stroke his shaft and suck the head deeper and deeper. Drool began to dribble down my chin and onto my chest, soaking my tight top. It was uncomfortable. I quickly paused my efforts to whip it off - I was much more comfortable now and began on Rod’s cock with renewed vigor. I gurgled greedily as I tried to force as much as I could down my throat while carefully avoiding teeth and using my tongue in waves of pressure. Rod growled in satisfaction.
“Damn.” he said, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me off. “Don’t forget those big black balls baby.” He commanded, and forced me under his cock. I felt so stupid - how could I have forgotten his balls? I was trying to please him the way I thought I’d seen porn stars but I should have been focusing on pleasing him the way I would want to be pleased. I stroked and squeezed his length and began licking and gargling his billiard ball sized nuts. He took off his own scrubs top and stepped out of his pants before seizing my head again and forcing his entire length down my throat. I had to flex desperately to avoid my teeth on his dick as my airway was sealed and he thrust his hard cock in and out of my skull. My pants began to bunch up at the knees and I contorted to kick them off so I was more comfortable. I tried to use my hands on his balls at first but soon I just had to let my arms dangle there as he skull-fucked me, the choking and suckling sounds echoing off the walls. I tried to breathe but found myself seeing tunnel vision and before I knew it the lights went out. When I awoke seconds later I was face down on the lower bunk, my knees on the ground. I felt the huge hands grip my hips and his husky voice above me.
“Mmmm this big white boi booty is just what I like to see.” Rod said, his hands running up and down my round pale ass. “A lot of you white boys are good for a fuck or two or maybe some head - but some of you are fucking perfect to be holes for taking cock.” As he said it I felt the hot wet hard head of his massive cock on my hole. I clenched it involuntarily. The massive head slapped at my entrance and ran up and down my crack. Then I felt his hands spread my cheeks and a gob of spit landed squarely on my blinking butthole. He rubbed it in with his fingers, adding to it as he worked spit into the lips. It wasn’t long before I felt the unfamiliar sensation of my anus being breached.
“You smart, boy.” Rod said. “You just relax and let this happen. You're gonna let me in whether you like it or not so make it easy for me, relax, breathe, and push when I tell you to.” I obeyed, slowly breathing in and out and trying my best to accept the intruder. The first finger wasn’t too bad. I was well moistened and after sliding and out a few times it had made a path inward. Then it happened. The finger, thick as it was, probed deep enough that it ran into something. Whatever that something was caused alarm bells to go off inside. It was like I was being tickled in the deepest part of my sexual organs. A bolt of electricity shot forward and charged my insides like a lightbulb. My dick swelled and flexed in response and I felt my foreskin shift over wetness that dripped downward in a strand of goo. I gasped.
“Good boy” Rod said as he began withdrawing before sliding back in and making contact again. This time when he hit the spot, his finger slid even deeper. My anus clenched and I felt the fullness join the warmth as my body welcomed the further probing. I was immensely turned on, moaning and whimpering with every exploration the commanding man behind me made. He stirred and stretched me before adding another finger, and another. I was writhing in pleasure and a significant pool had formed beneath me. I was also rock hard at full mast at this point.
“Don’t worry honey, we’ll take care of that.” Rod said reassuringly. I didn’t care enough to ask what he meant by that as he finally withdrew his fingers. My hole felt empty in their absence and it blinked and gaped. Then I felt something unfamiliar - a stout, cool, soft but firm feeling that began to fill me and seal me shut with a universality the fingers did not have. Wider and wider it went until I felt I might burst and then it suddenly popped firmly inside. I was plugged.
“That’ll keep you ready. Now suck this cock.” Rod ordered. I eagerly spun around and took his still hard cock in my hands, slobbering all over it.
“That’s right white boy.” Rod said, groping my ass. “You know this is your last chance to lube this up before I fuck that ass of yours.” I moaned in response and spat and choked and gagged on his cock, trying to coat every inch of it with spit - and please him as well as I could. The plug just barely grazed the special spot inside as I moved and it only drove me further to please, desperate to feel more inside me. Rod grabbed my hair and pulled me to the bed again. I felt the plug come out with a pop, and immediately, the dripping purple head of the enormous cock met my bare hole and began to push forward.
“Push out baby.” Rod said, gripping my hips firmly. “Try to push me out.” I obeyed, flexing against the bulbous head and as I did it stretched me open seamlessly until it was at its widest point. I gasped and choked in shock before it popped in just as the plug had - but so much bigger. I froze, my anus flexing and writhing at the invader as it pushed in further and further. I moaned gutturally and lay down on the bunk, surrendering my body.
The massive black cock sank into my guts, reshaping them and pressing firmly past the button that sent fireworks up my spine. Pressing it repeatedly as it inched ever inward with each thrust.
“Oh my god yes.” I said breathlessly.
“That’s right whiteboy you learn quickly.” Rod said, humping into me deeper. His hot meat forced my insides apart as I grunted and moaned, pushing backward into him until finally I felt my ass press against his pelvis. His enormous balls rested against mine and I felt fullness beyond belief. I could feel every bit of it, hot and smooth and throbbing in my insides. There was a noticeable suction as he withdrew, as though my hole was desperate to keep him inside it, its wish fulfilled repeatedly as he slammed his entire length into me. I screamed in pleasure and pain as he began to pound me relentlessly. I felt like a pack bitch as it became clear that this was no longer his caring introductory foreplay. This was fucking for his pleasure and his only. I was there for him to get his cock wet and cum inside a hot hole without any consequences. Socially or parentally. My ecstasy was a byproduct of his cock and I felt such gratitude as my eyes rolled back in my head and I panted and moaned. This beautiful ebony king was choosing me as his pleasure piece and I was fortunate enough to be fucked by such a strong, powerful, and dominant cock.
“Th-thank you!” I sputtered into the mattress.
“You call me daddy. You call me master. You call us kings. Understood?”
“Mm yess master.” I gasped, my voice cracking and rocking with his thrusts. My dick flopped back and forth, leaking profusely. Daddy leaned forward and reached down between my legs as he fucked me slow and deep. He gripped my balls and squeezed. The pain radiated within and throbbed with the fireworks. The fireworks were stronger and soon the pain gave way to more fireworks as he squeezed harder, separating my dick and balls like a vise.
“This has no use now.” He said into my ear, firmly holding me like a farmer held a gelding. “We gonna have to lock it up so it doesn’t get in the way.” I didn’t know what he meant but I could only whine and thank him as he pulled me onto his dick by my balls. He grabbed my chin with his other hand and turned me to face him as he leaned in and kissed me. His tongue slid between my lips and explored my mouth as I passionately kissed back, moaning into him, My ass stretched outward and gripped his cock as it drew itself outward before he plunged back in, deepening the void he created. He started to fuck me faster, spanking my ass and pounding into me as he muttered what a slut I was. What a little white bitch boy. Always such sluts for black dick. Giving it up to your daddy. I could only embody these sayings as he held my arms behind my back now. The pressure of his hand on my balls, The pounding of my deepest deep by his perfect cock, it was too much, I felt an orgasm build up, and when it peaked, I felt my balls flex and my ass clench but the flow of slime from my dick remained unchanged. Waves of pleasure began in my insides and rebounded into my stomach. I felt like I would pass out. I felt his cock grow harder. My own spasming had brought my master to the edge. I knew he was going to cum inside me. He grabbed me by the head and forced a finger into my open mouth.
“Take it bitch. I’m gonna breed you good with my black cum. Gonna fill this ass up.”
“Yahh..” was all I could give in return as he gave one final thrust and I felt a heat like lava grow within me. He roared as he slammed into me again and again. Each time pumping his sticky thick cum deeper inside. I felt fuller and fuller like I might pop before it finally subsided. He remained in me for what felt like a long time. His hot meat retained most of its firmness as it soaked in our combined juices and felt like a part of me. Then finally, slowly, it withdrew. There was a great sloppy noise as his head came free of my gaping pink lips. I felt the cum start to run down my chute before a familiar sensation - an even larger plug - replaced his enormous cock. I shivered with pleasure and let the liquid gold flow within me and absorb into my body,
“From the second I saw you I knew what you were meant for.” Daddy said. “You proved me right. Welcome home, boy.”
