Beast - Prison Politics

PRISON POLITICS

Shorts Collection

BEAST

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Copyright 2015 by BEAST

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Prison Politics 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 rusty, 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. Cant wait to get up out of this bitch .

Home. The thought made Xavier grin sourly 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 furnished only with a bed and a TV 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. The stench from cell to cell was the worse.

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 at 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; blood and bones just like him. Most of them just wanted to do their time and move on with their pathetic lives. 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 even the correctional officers for that matter. It seemed like that was all they wanted to do.

Even when Xavier was doing count, the few men who were not sleep or playing cards were engaged in some deep philosophical issue that would always end up being about womens breasts and asses. They always tried to pull Xavier into the conversations. Other guards would entertain the dialogue if only for a moment, just so their day would go by that much faster. Xavier didnt. He thought it was one of the most inane things to do since he would be talking about women when the men in the discussion likely hadnt seen a naked woman in years and probably wouldnt for many more to come.

Xavier got to the second to last cell. Ugh, four more names , he thought as he read the next two names. He tried to push his irritation aside. He was lucky to have a job at all. Xavier knew he should have been more appreciative. Two months ago he was still hunkered down in his mothers basement after the nasty break-up with his ex-fianc left him so emotionally broken that hed lost his job, his brand new house and his motivation to live. Getting up from the bed had been a trial.

There were nights where Xavier would beat himself up for begging her to stay with him after he caught her cheating. God, I was so fucking pathetic , he thought. Xavier turned the key to the cell, pushed inside and called out the mens names. He checked off their names and let the door slam shut. One more, just one more , he thought.

Finishing the task at hand and getting out of that steel and concrete cage of a jail was the only thing on Xaviers 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. Hed give anything to be bogged down with spreadsheets and invoices right 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 didnt totally shock him but it definitely caught him off guard. Hed 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. Xaviers eyes slowly moved up and down the young mans midnight black skin; almost as slowly as the new inmate slid his manhood through his long, slicked fingers. Xavier wasnt gay but he couldnt pull his eyes away. He was just stuck. His inability to look away bothered him deeply. The sight, just like the name Raheem Jones, seared in his mind.