Jailhouse Spades
It was a quiet Friday evening at the Prescott County Jail. The inmates had already been fed dinner and were in the rec area watching TV, playing cards or dominoes, conversing, or just relaxing. At one table a group of Blacks was playing spades. The game was close and this final hand would determine the winning team of this round – even though they’d probably rematch right after this. All of them arrived due to various Class-A misdemeanor offenses.
On one team was Errol, known as ‘E’, and Obadiah Wynn, who simply went by his last name. E was here for third degree theft and Wynn got his accommodations for possession marijuana paraphernalia. The other team was made up of Buck and Fred. Buck arrived after catching a third-degree domestic v******e case. Fred had racked up his third DUI.
It was Fred’s turn to deal. “Gimme a sec, boo,” the six-foot-two; 250-pound man said. “Go get me a cup of water?” The drunk was talking to Dymond, the chocolate sissy that was sitting on his lap. Dymond shook his head and went over to the cooler. Fred shuffled the deck as he watched his bitch’s ample fake booty bounce. He loved smashing the five-seven, 130-pound punk that was locked up for unauthorized use of a vehicle.
Actually, each of the brothas had an effeminate bottom sitting on his lap.
E was paired with Coco – a four-foot-ten-inch, brown-skinned midget. Coco had arrived two months prior to E, but it didn’t take E long to make his move on the short stack with the big round natural bottom and thick thighs. The twenty-one-year-old thief worked his magic game on the sissy who was five years his senior.
Buck had a white boi called Frosty on his lap. Frosty had strawberry blond hair that hung down to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Frosty’s crime was fourth degree forgery. He stood five-feet-seven-inches tall and weighed about 125. He was twenty-eight and a had small natural bubble butt. The five-foot-ten, workout nut ran his dark hands through Frosty’s tresses as the cards were dealt and the twink grinded on his lap.
Lastly, Wynn had Mirage sitting on him. This stunt queen was in for giving a false name and address to a law enforcement officer. Like Dymond, Mirage also had gotten ass shots. He was five-nine while his lover was six-feet even. Mirage had a caramel complexion and weighed 150 pounds.
Dymond returned with Fred’s water just as the men were bidding their hands. While they locked it up with one team going six and the other seven, a couple of other inmates walked past the group. It was Theo Rollins and Pepper. Theo, a former star high school running back and preacher’s son, had fallen in with the wrong crowd and got busted i*****l possession of a prescription d**g. The six-one, two-hundred-twenty-pound, well-built; tar-colored young man strutted with swag. Just a step behind was the five-foot-eight, light-skinned, 130-pound Pepper followed who was here because of leaving the scene of accident when property damage occurred.
Theo and Pepper went into the cafeteria. Pepper sat on one of the benches and Theo pushed down his pants. Theo’s eight-inch dick was at full attention. Pepper kissed the head and wrapped his pick lips around it. He moved deliberately up and down the shaft. Theo groaned as slobber ran down his tool. “Tickle them balls,” the jock said. Pepper cupped the big nut sack with his hands as he gagged. Soon, Pepper was sucking on the sweaty balls as he jerked Theo’s cock. “Feel so good,” opined Theo.
“Go on and bend over!”
Pepper turned around and lowered the bottom half of his uniform. He wiggled his cute, onion-esque derriere. Theo salivated. He slapped it repeatedly with his dick. Then, he spat on the steamy little hole. He knew Pepper would be pretty tight since the Negro that had been fucking him got released a week ago. He was the first to tempt Pepper since then. Theo pushed inside as Pepper winced.
“Owwww,” whined the high-yellow sissy.
“Yeah,” Theo encouraged him as he grabbed Pepper’s shoulders. “I’ma go slow.”
Pepper pushed back. “Damn, nigga! That dick is fat!”
“Yo’ booty hole gripping it real tight. I like dat! Come on back on it.”
“Got damn,” screamed Pepper as he continued taking it in.
“Yeah, baby! You got it all in there now,” announced Theo. “I’ma let it sit here for a minute so you get used to it.”
“Uh…uh…thank you,” Pepper gasped.
Theo finally pulled out a tad and went back in. He pulled out more of his dick each time until his thrust became almost full. He had eased Pepper into it. Pepper felt as if his rectum was just being gently massaged a by a beer can. It was good. Then, Theo tightened his grip on Pepper’s shoulders. He began to hammer away with intense fury. He held on to Pepper to ensure the fuck toy could not escape.
“That’s right, faggit! I’m gettin’ this asspussy,” Theo howled.
“Yeah, nigga,” Pepper wailed.
“I been wantin’ to fuck this punk booty for six months!”
“I wanted you to fuck me too, but I knew Tugg would’ve beat my ass.”
“You my jailhouse faggit now! Damn you got da best punk boipussy I ever had!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You like that big dick!”
“I love that big ole dick!”
“Bout to make you wifey.”
“I’ll be your gurl!”
“What kinda gurl you gon’ be?”
“I’ll be your jailhouse punk faggot bitch gurl!”
“Good, boi! Take this dick!”
Theo and Pepper went at it like rabbits until the dominant one could take no more. Theo cupped his arm under Pepper’s waist and raised the sissy up to him. Theo’s grunts could be heard all of the correctional facility as he filled Pepper with baby batter. When they returned to the recreation area, inmates were smiling and laughing. Theo got a dap from Wynn as he walked past the card game.
The last round had been won, not without lots of contention, by E and Wynn. Of course, they had time for another round and this one was heavily in favor of Fred and Buck. Coco pointed and whispered aloud to the group, “Look over there.” Everyone paid attention and saw the forty-five-year-old inmate, Bronx, chatting up the young, chunky Costa Rican, Beemer.
The group of men returned their focus to the card game.
Across the room, Beemer had his back to wall while Bronx was leaning into him with his left hand propped on the wall. In Bronx’s right hand, he had a honey bun. “I’ll get you two boxes at the commissary tomorrow if you let me get in that,” the older, muscular man shared.
“For real,” giggled the five-foot-five, Latin boi with fleshy titties and high-sitting booty inquired.
“Yeah,” Bronx confirmed. “I like boobs on my bitches. You tha only thick bitch in this joint.”
Beemer knew Bronx was telling the truth and that’s why he had niggas get him snacks for the booty. “Okay! Let’s do it,” smiled the twenty-two-year-old.
Bronx led Beemer away to the cafeteria. The man, who was in for receiving stolen property in the fourth degree, pulled out his eight-and-a-half-inch tool. Beemer started sucking. Bronx stopped the fairy boi. “Take off that shirt. Show me them tits,” ordered Bronx. Beemer took it off and his beautiful moobs fell out. “Titty fuck this dick when you suck it, baby boi!”
Not long after, Beemer straddled Bronx. Bronx was sucking the boobies and spanking Beemer’s globular butt as the Hispanic sissy bounced up and down.
“Ooh, papi,” cried Beemer. “Your dick is so big!”
“You like that,” grinned the mature man with the gold grill.
“Si, papi! You got that big grown nigger dick all in me fucking my ass like it’s a pussy!”
“Damn, right, bitch! I love this tight faggit pussy and these tig ole bitties! You remind me of my stepson.”
“Oh yeah! You wanna be my stepdaddy?”
“Fuck yeah! Sneak in your room while yo’ momma sleep and start playin’ with them fag boobies.”
“Si, Stepdaddy! Titty fuck me while I suck your hard nigger dick!”
“I’d been in your room all night, every night!”
“Si, Stepdaddy! Then you could bend me over and fuck my big jelly ass from the back while you play with my boi-titties!”
“Dammit, boi! You got my shit bout to bust. You a naughty li’l faggit!”
“You like it, Nigger Stepdaddy? You like fucking my young feminine sissy punk booty hole?”
“Ah….ah….ah….Yeah,” barked Bronx as he erupted inside of Beemer. “Damn, Beemer! I love how nasty you make this shit!”
“I know,” the bottom giggled. “I want my stepdaddy to fuck me after breakfast in the morning.”
“Bet. It’s almost headcount. Let’s get outta here.
The second round of the spades game tilted back to E and Wynn for a couple of hands, but in the end Fred and Buck prevailed. The guys got up from the table while the sissies straightened up for them. The loud speaker announced it was time for headcount. All the “guests” of Prescott County rushed to their cells. Once the officers were satisfied, they locked down the doors. Everyone was in for the night. The voice from the loud speaker now alerted the population that lights out would be in 45 minutes.
Cell 4-B was occupied by Wynn and Mirage. The twenty-three-year-old with the silicone-injected ass stripped down and started twerking. His six-one, two-hundred-ten-pound, owner grinned with delight. “Bounce that ass, baby boi,” Wynn spurred on his sissy cellmate. “Come suck these eight inches!” Mirage moved quickly over to his hubby. Mirage held onto the engorged member with both hands. It was long and thick. Mirage referred to it as a ‘baseball bat’. “That’s it, faggit! Suck it just like that!”
Mirage worshipped it just the way his celly liked it. Wynn placed his hand on the back of Mirage’s head. He savored the blowjob.
Over in 7-B, Fred was talking to Dymond as the sissy pulled the thin mattress of the bunks and stacked them one on top of the other on the floor.
“You had my dick on brick all day, faggit,” admitted Fred.
“Really, daddy,” checked Dymond.
“Shit yeah! That big soft booty is err-thang!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Fuck, baby! I love it. I enjoy fuckin’ you more than any girl I been wit’.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah! You know I ain’t never fuck no dude till I met you in here. Yo’ pussy the best I ever had.”
“Good! Now, pull out that BBC and let your punk wifey get to work on it.”
In Cell 1-B, thirty-four-year-old Buck already had his ten incher down Frosty’s throat. Frosty was lying on his back with his head hanging off the bottom bunk. Buck was feeding the long-haired white boi his long sausage. Frosty was gagging, but Buck didn’t care. Frosty was his bitch and there for his pleasure only. Frosty had sucked his dick at least three times a day since they got together nine weeks ago. Buck had tossed the around the idea, in his head, of skipping town on his nag of a wife and k**s and taking Frosty with him somewhere where they could get a trailer. He would get Frosty on hormones and make him into a tranny. Every day, the plan became more solidified in his mind. He never once wondered if Frosty would object to any part of it. “Eat this dick, Frosty,” Buck commanded.
Cell 12-B belonged to E and his midget boi-toy, Coco. E could not remember when his obsession with little people started, but all he knew was that midget porn was hot. He had a ton of it downloaded at home. When he got locked up and saw Coco, he almost went insane. He was a young kat and many people thought he’d be at a disadvantage when seeking out the twenty-six-year-old Coco. He succeeded as he knew he would and now Coco took care of him and his nine-inch dick. The five-eleven, slim-built guy loved having a jailhouse wifey to clean up after him. He announced, “I gotta shit, Coco!” The midget rushed over as E sat on the toiler. E relieved himself while Coco started sucking his cock.
In 4-B, Mirage was now on the bottom bunk. He was face down with his ass sticking up. The near-huskular Wynn was slamming his 8-inch dick in the juicy fake booty. Mirage’s hole was tight as usual and the ample booty cheeks jiggled with each stroke.
“Damn, you be takin’ this dick bitch,” Wynn commented.
Mirage replied, “Cause I love it, nigga!”
“Oh, you love my big nigga dick?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Do you love me?”
“Yeah, nigga! I love you!”
“You better! You my wifey, faggit! Gimme that boipussy!”
“Fuck me, baby! That dick feels so good!”
“This my pussy. Fuck yo’ like yo’ punk ass a woman.”
“Oh yeah, nigga! I’m your woman!”
“Oh yeah,” chuckled Wynn. “You know you is just a jailhouse punk. But you damn sho’ act bout like a woman.”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Throw that ass back, faggit bitch!”
Meanwhile in Cell 1-B, Frosty was now riding Buck’s dick. Buck was spanking Frosty’s cute smooth bubble butt as he rode. Frosty’s three-inch cocklet was hard bouncing on Buck’s abs.
“You an excited, horny li’l faggit tonight,” Buck said.
“Yes, daddy,” confirmed Frosty.
“I see that fag stick hard. I might lock that thing up when we get outta here.”
“You wanna fuck me in the world?”
“With all this good punk white boipussy, shit yeah!”
“Ooh baby!”
“You better believe it,” Buck shared staring into Frosty’s blue eyes with his dark ones.
“Oh my god! I love this dick, daddy!”
“I’d fuck the shit outta you in front of my wife, hoe!”
“Yeah, baby! Tear my lily-white sissy ass up in front of her.”
“Damn right! Disrespect that bitch! Move you in my house. Kick her out. Get you some titties!”
“Yassssss,” Frosty wailed as he rode harder.
Cell 7-B was seeing hardcore action too. Dymond was on his knees. The huskular Fred was pulling Dymond into each of his thrusts like the sissy was a rag doll.
“Ooh-wee, Fred! Fuck me,” Dymond cried out.
Fred huffed, “Damn, faggit! Yo’ butt pussy feel like silk sheets!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah! And yo’ bitch ass just takin’ this dick! You got a nigga ready to make love. Damn, faggit! Get on your back!”
“Yes, sir,” Dymond said flipping over.
“That’s it,” sighed Fred as he entered Dymond missionary. “I love how deep I get in yo’ pussy when yo’ legs on my shoulders.
“It’s so deep, daddy!”
“You like how a nigga slow it down and slow grind that sweet hot punk boipussy?”
“Oh, I love it!”
“I love this silky pussy. You wanna be my baby momma?”
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“You gon’ make a nigga get you pregnant!”
“That’s what I’m talking about, nigga!”
“You better start picking out names. You gon’ have twins!”
“That’s hot!”
“Yeah my big straight nigga self walkin’ round the mall and shit with yo’ short big booty pregnant faggit ass.”
“Ooh-wee, nigga!”
“Tell me you love me and wanna have my babies.”
“I love you, Fred! I wanna have your babies! Get me pregnant! Make me into a real girl!”
“Oh, I’m gonna!”
Back in Cell 12-B, E had finished on the toilet and Coco was no longer sucking his shaft. Now they were on the top bunk with Coco bouncing up and down the nine-inch pole. E was flat on his back. His hands were rubbing all over Coco’s legs and ass. Occasionally he would thump Coco’s hard two-and-a-half-inch cocklet and tiny ball sack. He liked to see Coco grimace when he did it. He didn’t want the bitch in serious pain, but he needed to always remind Coco that he was in charge.
“You know why I made you wifey,” inquired E.
“Why, daddy,” asked Coco.
“Ah shit,” E said enjoying the pussy grip. “You got these thick thighs, this thick ass, them li’l ass hands, them thick lips, that pretty face, and this tight boipussy!”
“Oh, daddy! Thank you! I love being your wifey.”
“I know, faggit,” E added thumping Coco’s balls.
“Owwwww!”
“That’s it, punk! Keep on ridin’ bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You got a nigga in heaven! You better not cum tonight!”
“Okay!”
“Say, ‘Yes, daddy.’,” E ordered as he thumped Coco’s nut sack harder this time.
“Yes, Daddy!”
“I let you pretty faggit ass nut last night. Yo ain’t gon’ get to nut again till Sunday night. Maybe Monday.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Got damn! Yo’ pussy fyah!”
“I love riding your dick!”
Cell 4-B was now experiencing Mirage underneath Wynn on the bottom bunk. Wynn hefted in and out balls deep. Mirage’s boipussy was slurping.
Wynn remarked, “That fag pussy talkin’ to a nigga!”
“That’s cause you giving it to me so good,” Mirage admitted.
“I love yo’ pussy fartin’ on mah dick!”
Wynn gave each thrust all he had. The lights went out and he continued pummeling Mirage’s wet hole.
“You gon’ swallow this first nut, faggit,” Wynn said. “Git on yo’ knees!”
“Yes, sir,” Mirage said moving to the floor.
Mirage opened his mouth wide and Wynn stroked his shaft. He dick shot five strong pulses of nut down Mirage’s throat.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! Get me a rag, faggit!”
Up the way in Cell 1-B, Buck now had Frosty face down ass up on the bottom bunk. He liked seeing the white bubble butt stick out from the bed and watching his Black manhood go in and out of the pink hole. He smacked Frosty’s butt constantly. He pulled Frosty’s strawberry-blonde hair.
“Using you is so much got damn fun,” opined Buck.
“Then use me, daddy,” prodded Frosty.
“Hell yeah, faggit! Straight up stress relief!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You should see this big nigga dick tearing up yo’ punk ass white boi hole!”
“I bet it looks good!”
“It damn sho’ do, bitch! We makin’ us a flick when we git out!”
“I’d love that!”
“You my li’l white slave!”
“Yes, master!”
“It’s Big Black Buck Daddy Master to you, white boi!”
“Yes, Big Black Buck Daddy Master. Use me like you need to.”
“If you a good li’l white boi slave tomorrow, I’ma be gentle and make love to yo’ punk ass at night. Make yo’ hole feel special. Treat you like a girl!”
“Please, sir! Please Big Black Buck Daddy Master!”
“You ready for my nut,” Buck asked just as the lights went dark.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!”
“Here….it…comes,” woofed Buck as he flooded Frosty.
In Cell 7-B, Fred was still banging Dymond in missionary. But, Dymond's legs were now wrapped around his waist. Fred sped up his rhythm and still delivered full strokes.
“That booty creamin’ on a nigga dick,” he declared.
“You’re tearing it up, baby,” the pussy bottom added.
“I like that wet shit. Real good pussy!”
“I picked out the names!”
“Oh yeah! What you gon’ name our babies?”
“DeRyan and Quantez.”
“Yeah. Both boys. You know dis shit potent!”
“I know. Make me have your babies,” whined the sissy punk as it went dark.
That was all the strong virile Negro needed to hear. “Oh! Got damn,” he howled as he tensed up and his dick erupted.
Cell 12-B was rocking and rolling. E was on his side and behind Coco. The younger, aggressive, man was fondling Coco’s booty with one hand while he had the other loosely around Coco’s neck.
“You fuck me so good,” whimpered Coco!
“I know midget! You needed a full-size nigga to get you in line,” chortled E.
“Yes, sir!”
“Muthafuckas said you had attitude and shit! I knew my big dick would break yo’ ass!”
“What,” giggled Coco.
“What I said, faggit,” E scowled choking Coco.
“Yeah, thur,” Coco gasped.
“You gon’ learn not to be mouthin’ off and shit you punk ass bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I’m sorry.”
“I ain’t tryin’ tah fuck you while you got no swollen eye. But a nigga will if he haff to!”
“I’m sorry, sir!”
“You good, faggit! This good sissy pussy got a nigga on cloud nine!”
Lights out occurred as Coco said, “Damn, nigga gimme that dick!”
“Oh yeah, baby boi! Dis yo’ dick!”
“I love it!”
“Is dat right, wifey?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Well since the lights done went off, we can fuck like we married now. Get on yo’ back!”
Coco laid on his back. He put his stubby little legs in the air. E mounted him. Coco wrapped his thick thighs around E’s slender waist. E positioned his girthy nine-incher at Coco’s open hole and slid back inside.
“Oh yes, E,” purred Coco.
“Yeah, midget! Fuckin’ you like we married and shit. Yo;’ boipussy feel good,” said E.
“That full-size nigga dick feels good!”
“Dis why I like fuckin’ yo’ midget punk ass. You li’l as shit. Booty fat and soft. You love dis thug dick!”
“It’s true! I do love it!”
“Dis shit so much fun, faggit! You cain’t git pregnant even though I’m finna fill yo’ pussy up!”
“Oh yes, nigga! Cum for me!”
“Got ...Dammit…Punk…Ass…Midget….Bitch….Faggit…Got damn…Ahhhhhhhh!”
E convulsed as he ejaculated sending forth a river semen into the inner depths of Coco.
“Fuck! I’ma sleep wit’ my dick in yo’ faggit ass. Round two in bout a hour,” E announced.
It was now mostly quiet at the Prescott County Jail. It wouldn’t be long though before the stirring of thugs and punks would awaken the institution once more.
On one team was Errol, known as ‘E’, and Obadiah Wynn, who simply went by his last name. E was here for third degree theft and Wynn got his accommodations for possession marijuana paraphernalia. The other team was made up of Buck and Fred. Buck arrived after catching a third-degree domestic v******e case. Fred had racked up his third DUI.
It was Fred’s turn to deal. “Gimme a sec, boo,” the six-foot-two; 250-pound man said. “Go get me a cup of water?” The drunk was talking to Dymond, the chocolate sissy that was sitting on his lap. Dymond shook his head and went over to the cooler. Fred shuffled the deck as he watched his bitch’s ample fake booty bounce. He loved smashing the five-seven, 130-pound punk that was locked up for unauthorized use of a vehicle.
Actually, each of the brothas had an effeminate bottom sitting on his lap.
E was paired with Coco – a four-foot-ten-inch, brown-skinned midget. Coco had arrived two months prior to E, but it didn’t take E long to make his move on the short stack with the big round natural bottom and thick thighs. The twenty-one-year-old thief worked his magic game on the sissy who was five years his senior.
Buck had a white boi called Frosty on his lap. Frosty had strawberry blond hair that hung down to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Frosty’s crime was fourth degree forgery. He stood five-feet-seven-inches tall and weighed about 125. He was twenty-eight and a had small natural bubble butt. The five-foot-ten, workout nut ran his dark hands through Frosty’s tresses as the cards were dealt and the twink grinded on his lap.
Lastly, Wynn had Mirage sitting on him. This stunt queen was in for giving a false name and address to a law enforcement officer. Like Dymond, Mirage also had gotten ass shots. He was five-nine while his lover was six-feet even. Mirage had a caramel complexion and weighed 150 pounds.
Dymond returned with Fred’s water just as the men were bidding their hands. While they locked it up with one team going six and the other seven, a couple of other inmates walked past the group. It was Theo Rollins and Pepper. Theo, a former star high school running back and preacher’s son, had fallen in with the wrong crowd and got busted i*****l possession of a prescription d**g. The six-one, two-hundred-twenty-pound, well-built; tar-colored young man strutted with swag. Just a step behind was the five-foot-eight, light-skinned, 130-pound Pepper followed who was here because of leaving the scene of accident when property damage occurred.
Theo and Pepper went into the cafeteria. Pepper sat on one of the benches and Theo pushed down his pants. Theo’s eight-inch dick was at full attention. Pepper kissed the head and wrapped his pick lips around it. He moved deliberately up and down the shaft. Theo groaned as slobber ran down his tool. “Tickle them balls,” the jock said. Pepper cupped the big nut sack with his hands as he gagged. Soon, Pepper was sucking on the sweaty balls as he jerked Theo’s cock. “Feel so good,” opined Theo.
“Go on and bend over!”
Pepper turned around and lowered the bottom half of his uniform. He wiggled his cute, onion-esque derriere. Theo salivated. He slapped it repeatedly with his dick. Then, he spat on the steamy little hole. He knew Pepper would be pretty tight since the Negro that had been fucking him got released a week ago. He was the first to tempt Pepper since then. Theo pushed inside as Pepper winced.
“Owwww,” whined the high-yellow sissy.
“Yeah,” Theo encouraged him as he grabbed Pepper’s shoulders. “I’ma go slow.”
Pepper pushed back. “Damn, nigga! That dick is fat!”
“Yo’ booty hole gripping it real tight. I like dat! Come on back on it.”
“Got damn,” screamed Pepper as he continued taking it in.
“Yeah, baby! You got it all in there now,” announced Theo. “I’ma let it sit here for a minute so you get used to it.”
“Uh…uh…thank you,” Pepper gasped.
Theo finally pulled out a tad and went back in. He pulled out more of his dick each time until his thrust became almost full. He had eased Pepper into it. Pepper felt as if his rectum was just being gently massaged a by a beer can. It was good. Then, Theo tightened his grip on Pepper’s shoulders. He began to hammer away with intense fury. He held on to Pepper to ensure the fuck toy could not escape.
“That’s right, faggit! I’m gettin’ this asspussy,” Theo howled.
“Yeah, nigga,” Pepper wailed.
“I been wantin’ to fuck this punk booty for six months!”
“I wanted you to fuck me too, but I knew Tugg would’ve beat my ass.”
“You my jailhouse faggit now! Damn you got da best punk boipussy I ever had!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You like that big dick!”
“I love that big ole dick!”
“Bout to make you wifey.”
“I’ll be your gurl!”
“What kinda gurl you gon’ be?”
“I’ll be your jailhouse punk faggot bitch gurl!”
“Good, boi! Take this dick!”
Theo and Pepper went at it like rabbits until the dominant one could take no more. Theo cupped his arm under Pepper’s waist and raised the sissy up to him. Theo’s grunts could be heard all of the correctional facility as he filled Pepper with baby batter. When they returned to the recreation area, inmates were smiling and laughing. Theo got a dap from Wynn as he walked past the card game.
The last round had been won, not without lots of contention, by E and Wynn. Of course, they had time for another round and this one was heavily in favor of Fred and Buck. Coco pointed and whispered aloud to the group, “Look over there.” Everyone paid attention and saw the forty-five-year-old inmate, Bronx, chatting up the young, chunky Costa Rican, Beemer.
The group of men returned their focus to the card game.
Across the room, Beemer had his back to wall while Bronx was leaning into him with his left hand propped on the wall. In Bronx’s right hand, he had a honey bun. “I’ll get you two boxes at the commissary tomorrow if you let me get in that,” the older, muscular man shared.
“For real,” giggled the five-foot-five, Latin boi with fleshy titties and high-sitting booty inquired.
“Yeah,” Bronx confirmed. “I like boobs on my bitches. You tha only thick bitch in this joint.”
Beemer knew Bronx was telling the truth and that’s why he had niggas get him snacks for the booty. “Okay! Let’s do it,” smiled the twenty-two-year-old.
Bronx led Beemer away to the cafeteria. The man, who was in for receiving stolen property in the fourth degree, pulled out his eight-and-a-half-inch tool. Beemer started sucking. Bronx stopped the fairy boi. “Take off that shirt. Show me them tits,” ordered Bronx. Beemer took it off and his beautiful moobs fell out. “Titty fuck this dick when you suck it, baby boi!”
Not long after, Beemer straddled Bronx. Bronx was sucking the boobies and spanking Beemer’s globular butt as the Hispanic sissy bounced up and down.
“Ooh, papi,” cried Beemer. “Your dick is so big!”
“You like that,” grinned the mature man with the gold grill.
“Si, papi! You got that big grown nigger dick all in me fucking my ass like it’s a pussy!”
“Damn, right, bitch! I love this tight faggit pussy and these tig ole bitties! You remind me of my stepson.”
“Oh yeah! You wanna be my stepdaddy?”
“Fuck yeah! Sneak in your room while yo’ momma sleep and start playin’ with them fag boobies.”
“Si, Stepdaddy! Titty fuck me while I suck your hard nigger dick!”
“I’d been in your room all night, every night!”
“Si, Stepdaddy! Then you could bend me over and fuck my big jelly ass from the back while you play with my boi-titties!”
“Dammit, boi! You got my shit bout to bust. You a naughty li’l faggit!”
“You like it, Nigger Stepdaddy? You like fucking my young feminine sissy punk booty hole?”
“Ah….ah….ah….Yeah,” barked Bronx as he erupted inside of Beemer. “Damn, Beemer! I love how nasty you make this shit!”
“I know,” the bottom giggled. “I want my stepdaddy to fuck me after breakfast in the morning.”
“Bet. It’s almost headcount. Let’s get outta here.
The second round of the spades game tilted back to E and Wynn for a couple of hands, but in the end Fred and Buck prevailed. The guys got up from the table while the sissies straightened up for them. The loud speaker announced it was time for headcount. All the “guests” of Prescott County rushed to their cells. Once the officers were satisfied, they locked down the doors. Everyone was in for the night. The voice from the loud speaker now alerted the population that lights out would be in 45 minutes.
Cell 4-B was occupied by Wynn and Mirage. The twenty-three-year-old with the silicone-injected ass stripped down and started twerking. His six-one, two-hundred-ten-pound, owner grinned with delight. “Bounce that ass, baby boi,” Wynn spurred on his sissy cellmate. “Come suck these eight inches!” Mirage moved quickly over to his hubby. Mirage held onto the engorged member with both hands. It was long and thick. Mirage referred to it as a ‘baseball bat’. “That’s it, faggit! Suck it just like that!”
Mirage worshipped it just the way his celly liked it. Wynn placed his hand on the back of Mirage’s head. He savored the blowjob.
Over in 7-B, Fred was talking to Dymond as the sissy pulled the thin mattress of the bunks and stacked them one on top of the other on the floor.
“You had my dick on brick all day, faggit,” admitted Fred.
“Really, daddy,” checked Dymond.
“Shit yeah! That big soft booty is err-thang!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Fuck, baby! I love it. I enjoy fuckin’ you more than any girl I been wit’.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah! You know I ain’t never fuck no dude till I met you in here. Yo’ pussy the best I ever had.”
“Good! Now, pull out that BBC and let your punk wifey get to work on it.”
In Cell 1-B, thirty-four-year-old Buck already had his ten incher down Frosty’s throat. Frosty was lying on his back with his head hanging off the bottom bunk. Buck was feeding the long-haired white boi his long sausage. Frosty was gagging, but Buck didn’t care. Frosty was his bitch and there for his pleasure only. Frosty had sucked his dick at least three times a day since they got together nine weeks ago. Buck had tossed the around the idea, in his head, of skipping town on his nag of a wife and k**s and taking Frosty with him somewhere where they could get a trailer. He would get Frosty on hormones and make him into a tranny. Every day, the plan became more solidified in his mind. He never once wondered if Frosty would object to any part of it. “Eat this dick, Frosty,” Buck commanded.
Cell 12-B belonged to E and his midget boi-toy, Coco. E could not remember when his obsession with little people started, but all he knew was that midget porn was hot. He had a ton of it downloaded at home. When he got locked up and saw Coco, he almost went insane. He was a young kat and many people thought he’d be at a disadvantage when seeking out the twenty-six-year-old Coco. He succeeded as he knew he would and now Coco took care of him and his nine-inch dick. The five-eleven, slim-built guy loved having a jailhouse wifey to clean up after him. He announced, “I gotta shit, Coco!” The midget rushed over as E sat on the toiler. E relieved himself while Coco started sucking his cock.
In 4-B, Mirage was now on the bottom bunk. He was face down with his ass sticking up. The near-huskular Wynn was slamming his 8-inch dick in the juicy fake booty. Mirage’s hole was tight as usual and the ample booty cheeks jiggled with each stroke.
“Damn, you be takin’ this dick bitch,” Wynn commented.
Mirage replied, “Cause I love it, nigga!”
“Oh, you love my big nigga dick?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Do you love me?”
“Yeah, nigga! I love you!”
“You better! You my wifey, faggit! Gimme that boipussy!”
“Fuck me, baby! That dick feels so good!”
“This my pussy. Fuck yo’ like yo’ punk ass a woman.”
“Oh yeah, nigga! I’m your woman!”
“Oh yeah,” chuckled Wynn. “You know you is just a jailhouse punk. But you damn sho’ act bout like a woman.”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Throw that ass back, faggit bitch!”
Meanwhile in Cell 1-B, Frosty was now riding Buck’s dick. Buck was spanking Frosty’s cute smooth bubble butt as he rode. Frosty’s three-inch cocklet was hard bouncing on Buck’s abs.
“You an excited, horny li’l faggit tonight,” Buck said.
“Yes, daddy,” confirmed Frosty.
“I see that fag stick hard. I might lock that thing up when we get outta here.”
“You wanna fuck me in the world?”
“With all this good punk white boipussy, shit yeah!”
“Ooh baby!”
“You better believe it,” Buck shared staring into Frosty’s blue eyes with his dark ones.
“Oh my god! I love this dick, daddy!”
“I’d fuck the shit outta you in front of my wife, hoe!”
“Yeah, baby! Tear my lily-white sissy ass up in front of her.”
“Damn right! Disrespect that bitch! Move you in my house. Kick her out. Get you some titties!”
“Yassssss,” Frosty wailed as he rode harder.
Cell 7-B was seeing hardcore action too. Dymond was on his knees. The huskular Fred was pulling Dymond into each of his thrusts like the sissy was a rag doll.
“Ooh-wee, Fred! Fuck me,” Dymond cried out.
Fred huffed, “Damn, faggit! Yo’ butt pussy feel like silk sheets!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah! And yo’ bitch ass just takin’ this dick! You got a nigga ready to make love. Damn, faggit! Get on your back!”
“Yes, sir,” Dymond said flipping over.
“That’s it,” sighed Fred as he entered Dymond missionary. “I love how deep I get in yo’ pussy when yo’ legs on my shoulders.
“It’s so deep, daddy!”
“You like how a nigga slow it down and slow grind that sweet hot punk boipussy?”
“Oh, I love it!”
“I love this silky pussy. You wanna be my baby momma?”
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“You gon’ make a nigga get you pregnant!”
“That’s what I’m talking about, nigga!”
“You better start picking out names. You gon’ have twins!”
“That’s hot!”
“Yeah my big straight nigga self walkin’ round the mall and shit with yo’ short big booty pregnant faggit ass.”
“Ooh-wee, nigga!”
“Tell me you love me and wanna have my babies.”
“I love you, Fred! I wanna have your babies! Get me pregnant! Make me into a real girl!”
“Oh, I’m gonna!”
Back in Cell 12-B, E had finished on the toilet and Coco was no longer sucking his shaft. Now they were on the top bunk with Coco bouncing up and down the nine-inch pole. E was flat on his back. His hands were rubbing all over Coco’s legs and ass. Occasionally he would thump Coco’s hard two-and-a-half-inch cocklet and tiny ball sack. He liked to see Coco grimace when he did it. He didn’t want the bitch in serious pain, but he needed to always remind Coco that he was in charge.
“You know why I made you wifey,” inquired E.
“Why, daddy,” asked Coco.
“Ah shit,” E said enjoying the pussy grip. “You got these thick thighs, this thick ass, them li’l ass hands, them thick lips, that pretty face, and this tight boipussy!”
“Oh, daddy! Thank you! I love being your wifey.”
“I know, faggit,” E added thumping Coco’s balls.
“Owwwww!”
“That’s it, punk! Keep on ridin’ bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You got a nigga in heaven! You better not cum tonight!”
“Okay!”
“Say, ‘Yes, daddy.’,” E ordered as he thumped Coco’s nut sack harder this time.
“Yes, Daddy!”
“I let you pretty faggit ass nut last night. Yo ain’t gon’ get to nut again till Sunday night. Maybe Monday.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Got damn! Yo’ pussy fyah!”
“I love riding your dick!”
Cell 4-B was now experiencing Mirage underneath Wynn on the bottom bunk. Wynn hefted in and out balls deep. Mirage’s boipussy was slurping.
Wynn remarked, “That fag pussy talkin’ to a nigga!”
“That’s cause you giving it to me so good,” Mirage admitted.
“I love yo’ pussy fartin’ on mah dick!”
Wynn gave each thrust all he had. The lights went out and he continued pummeling Mirage’s wet hole.
“You gon’ swallow this first nut, faggit,” Wynn said. “Git on yo’ knees!”
“Yes, sir,” Mirage said moving to the floor.
Mirage opened his mouth wide and Wynn stroked his shaft. He dick shot five strong pulses of nut down Mirage’s throat.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! Get me a rag, faggit!”
Up the way in Cell 1-B, Buck now had Frosty face down ass up on the bottom bunk. He liked seeing the white bubble butt stick out from the bed and watching his Black manhood go in and out of the pink hole. He smacked Frosty’s butt constantly. He pulled Frosty’s strawberry-blonde hair.
“Using you is so much got damn fun,” opined Buck.
“Then use me, daddy,” prodded Frosty.
“Hell yeah, faggit! Straight up stress relief!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You should see this big nigga dick tearing up yo’ punk ass white boi hole!”
“I bet it looks good!”
“It damn sho’ do, bitch! We makin’ us a flick when we git out!”
“I’d love that!”
“You my li’l white slave!”
“Yes, master!”
“It’s Big Black Buck Daddy Master to you, white boi!”
“Yes, Big Black Buck Daddy Master. Use me like you need to.”
“If you a good li’l white boi slave tomorrow, I’ma be gentle and make love to yo’ punk ass at night. Make yo’ hole feel special. Treat you like a girl!”
“Please, sir! Please Big Black Buck Daddy Master!”
“You ready for my nut,” Buck asked just as the lights went dark.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!”
“Here….it…comes,” woofed Buck as he flooded Frosty.
In Cell 7-B, Fred was still banging Dymond in missionary. But, Dymond's legs were now wrapped around his waist. Fred sped up his rhythm and still delivered full strokes.
“That booty creamin’ on a nigga dick,” he declared.
“You’re tearing it up, baby,” the pussy bottom added.
“I like that wet shit. Real good pussy!”
“I picked out the names!”
“Oh yeah! What you gon’ name our babies?”
“DeRyan and Quantez.”
“Yeah. Both boys. You know dis shit potent!”
“I know. Make me have your babies,” whined the sissy punk as it went dark.
That was all the strong virile Negro needed to hear. “Oh! Got damn,” he howled as he tensed up and his dick erupted.
Cell 12-B was rocking and rolling. E was on his side and behind Coco. The younger, aggressive, man was fondling Coco’s booty with one hand while he had the other loosely around Coco’s neck.
“You fuck me so good,” whimpered Coco!
“I know midget! You needed a full-size nigga to get you in line,” chortled E.
“Yes, sir!”
“Muthafuckas said you had attitude and shit! I knew my big dick would break yo’ ass!”
“What,” giggled Coco.
“What I said, faggit,” E scowled choking Coco.
“Yeah, thur,” Coco gasped.
“You gon’ learn not to be mouthin’ off and shit you punk ass bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I’m sorry.”
“I ain’t tryin’ tah fuck you while you got no swollen eye. But a nigga will if he haff to!”
“I’m sorry, sir!”
“You good, faggit! This good sissy pussy got a nigga on cloud nine!”
Lights out occurred as Coco said, “Damn, nigga gimme that dick!”
“Oh yeah, baby boi! Dis yo’ dick!”
“I love it!”
“Is dat right, wifey?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Well since the lights done went off, we can fuck like we married now. Get on yo’ back!”
Coco laid on his back. He put his stubby little legs in the air. E mounted him. Coco wrapped his thick thighs around E’s slender waist. E positioned his girthy nine-incher at Coco’s open hole and slid back inside.
“Oh yes, E,” purred Coco.
“Yeah, midget! Fuckin’ you like we married and shit. Yo;’ boipussy feel good,” said E.
“That full-size nigga dick feels good!”
“Dis why I like fuckin’ yo’ midget punk ass. You li’l as shit. Booty fat and soft. You love dis thug dick!”
“It’s true! I do love it!”
“Dis shit so much fun, faggit! You cain’t git pregnant even though I’m finna fill yo’ pussy up!”
“Oh yes, nigga! Cum for me!”
“Got ...Dammit…Punk…Ass…Midget….Bitch….Faggit…Got damn…Ahhhhhhhh!”
E convulsed as he ejaculated sending forth a river semen into the inner depths of Coco.
“Fuck! I’ma sleep wit’ my dick in yo’ faggit ass. Round two in bout a hour,” E announced.
It was now mostly quiet at the Prescott County Jail. It wouldn’t be long though before the stirring of thugs and punks would awaken the institution once more.
7 years ago
