Locked Down |
Beast |
Black Queer Radical Books (2014) |
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Rating: | **** |
Tags: | Kindle Free Program, Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Lgbt, Gay, Romantic Erotica, Urban |
Correctional Officer Xavier Brown hates his job at the prison he works at outside of Atlanta. The pay sucks, his coworkers annoy him and hes forced to be around a bunch of drug dealers, rapists and murderers doing time. Two months in hes pretty much learned the ropes. And just when he thinks the day would end like every other day he stumbles upon a new inmate, Raheem Jones, who has more in his hands then simple contraband. Prison is known change men. And Raheem Jones sexy chocolate self is more than happy to be the motivation to change. Xavier just never would have thought that hed unlock a desire hed never known in a place meant to lock a man down.
From the Author
EXCERPT:
Finishing the task at hand and getting out of that steel and concrete cage of a jail was the only thing on Xavier's mind. The only thing he was anxious to do was continue his online job hunting. He had a degree in Accounting and he wanted to put it to use as soon as possible. A nice cozy desk in a cubicle absent of large, smelly men looked like paradise right about now.
Xavier read the last two names. He noticed that the second name was written and not printed like the others. Xavier figured that the guy had been transferred from one of the other units. He took his keys from his hip and unlocked the heavy door. He swung it open and stepped inside so that the door leaned against his back. Xavier opened his mouth to say the names as he looked up. But before a word could cross his lips he choked up.
The sight before Xavier burned through his cornea. What he saw didn't totally shock him but it definitely caught him off guard. He'd been warned of what he would likely be seeing in a prison setting during orientation after he got hired. But it was one thing to be told something and another to witness it firsthand.
A wiry yet muscular man was on the top bunk stroking his dick. Xavier's eyes slowly moved up and down the young man's midnight black skin; almost as slowly as the new inmate slid his manhood through his long, slicked fingers. Xavier wasn't gay but he couldn't pull his eyes away. His inability to look away bothered him deeply. The sight, just like the name Raheem Jones, seared in his mind.
What struck Xavier the most was that Raheem hadn't moved to cover himself. He didn't stop. He just kept grinding his hips into his hand. With each slow, measured thrust upwards Raheem gripped every inch of his ridiculously thick pole. His body seemed to throb as one single, ripped muscle, flexing and releasing over and over again.
Xavier's breath quickened as he heard a soft moan escape through Raheem's lips. He panicked for a moment. His eyes moved outside the cell to see if anyone was looking and then quickly darted down to Raheem's bunk mate. The burly man still had his large back to the cell door and Xavier. He hadn't moved. Xavier locked his gaze back on the inmate's slightly sweat moistened body.
Raheem, who barely looked over eighteen, tilted his head back against the hard mattress, seemingly oblivious to his onlooker. His strokes became quicker and more forceful. Raheem squirmed on his small twin sized bed, thrashing the sheets about. The way his abs and arms flexed and tensed signaled that he was near climax. Before he tumbled over that precipice, he turned his head and looked over at Xavier, directly in his eyes.
LOCKED DOWN
Prison Politics Volume #1
A Homoerotic Shorts Series
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Locked Down is a work of fiction. It is a proliferation of my imagination. In this short erotic tale disease does not exist. Characters engage in sexual behaviors that should not be mimicked simply because they are read here. This is a fantasy. It is make-believe. In the real world there are many potential life threatening consequences to sex without a condom with random and multiple partners. This is a story intended for adults. As adults we all have the personal responsibility to take care of ourselves and others. Be safe and enjoy this momentary escape from reality.
Locked Down
Simmons! Blocker! Xavier shouted into the cell.
The two men who were unlucky enough to call the eight by ten cell home barely moved under the dingy black and brown covers. The rusting, metal bunk creaked under the weight of one of the men as he shifted towards Xavier and made eye contact. His head was back under the covers just as quickly. The other inmate made a loud, distinct grunt. It was all Xavier needed to check the two of their names off his list for the afternoon count.
Xavier stepped back and let the heavy cell door close in front of him. He waited for the loud snap of the door locking before he moved on to the next cell. He sighed impatiently as he fidgeted with his keys. He had eight more inmates to check off before he could turn in the count. Just four more cells and I can take my black ass home , Xavier thought.
Home. The thought made Xavier grin at the irony. Hed leave one physical prison for an existential one grounded in persistent solitude and monotony. No, home was back in Kansas , he thought as he rubbed the brim of his nose. Home was the big house hed purchased for Briana before he caught her cheating on him with one of her high school friends. Home was the life hed envisioned with her and the four kids he dreamt of having. But now, home was an empty apartment just outside of Atlanta, a city he didnt know or particularly like.
Xavier pushed open the third to last cell and called out the mens names. He repetitiously checked off their names just like he had the last one hundred or so before them. Of all the monotonous things he was tasked with as a corrections officer, taking the count was the one he loathed the most. Sure, it signaled the end of the shift but it was boring, annoying and required getting up from the station.
Leaving the station was one of Xaviers least favorite things. He hated mingling with the prisoners. He hated having to retrieve one of them from the rec, the kitchen or from their cells to ferry them to wherever the Hell they were needed. Hed much rather spend his day filing reports and organizing files right in the station.
It wasnt that he was afraid of the men. Even though they were prisoners, most of which had committed violent crimes, they were human. Most of them just wanted to do their time and move on. Xavier just wasnt the social butterfly that apparently made being a correctional officer easier. He didnt want to have long discussions with the inmates or the correctional officers for that matter. It seemed like that was all they wanted to do.