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Kijani sat in the middle of the retrofitted prisoner transport bus. He garnered the attention of another passenger in the row opposite him.
“What the get you for,” asked the slim, deep brown-skinned guy wearing the same state issued orange jumpsuit and shackles.
Kijani sighed and rolled his eyes. “Prescription forgery.”
“Ah hell, you stole a pad?”
“I didn’t steal anything,” the burnt-caramel complexioned inmate hissed.
“My bad, yo. Calm down. I mean that weed they found wasn’t mine. I ain’t even know it was in the house.”
At this Kijani softened. “I hear you. I’m just still in shock.”
“This must be yo first time.”
“Yeah. It is,” the nervous looking man lowered his head.
“You’ll be okay. It’s plenty niggas gonna wanna protect you.”
“Huh?”
“C’mon, mane,” the more knowledgeable dude with dreads glared. “You can’t be that naive.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m finna keep it real cuz you seem cool and shit.”
“Okay,” Kijani said apprehensively.
“You got a soft face, pretty eyes, and kinda mousy acting.”
“Well,” Kijani frowned.
“Look. I said I was gon’ keep it one hunnit. How you forge them scripts?”
“I’m a dental assistant. Well, I was. The dentist at the practice talked me into helping him.”
“That’s all I mean. You impressionable.”
“I have my own mind.”
“I know, but prison niggas gon’ sense everything I said about you,” the sage continued. “They gon’ get yo’ booty. If I was you, I’d go in there confident like you know you a sexy ass fag. Make them fight over you instead of someone just knocking you upside the head and making you his bitch. Turn the tables. Make them think they’re in control, but ultimately you decide who will be yo’ daddy.”
“That sounds very Machiavelian,” the light-eyed newbie with sunny gold irises and jade colored outer rings.
“It is. Bein’ straight up, I’d love to boo you up if I ain’t already had a bitch.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“We jus’ talkin’. I doubt we even goin’ to the same place.”
“I’m headed to Brewmont.”
“Mount Sumner.”
The two continued talking about general topics until the bus stopped at the medium-security state penitentiary. Kijani and a couple others were escorted off and led to a holding room to start processing.
The guard assigned to Kijani said his name was Woods.
Kijani’s eyes scanned the corrections officer. He found the Goliath, dark-skinned, muscly man quite intimidating.
Woods spotted the inmate staring. “Like what you see,” he teased.
Kijani averted his gaze downward and murmured, “I’m still in shock about all this.”
“You’re good! Most sissies like this,” the confident criminal justice worker flexed his arm showing off his substantial biceps and triceps.
Kijani stared straight ahead, speechless.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“No...It’s just…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna **** you or anything. You couldn’t handle this big 11-inch dick no way.”
“Eleven?”
“Yeah,” he grabbed his crotch.
“Wow!”
“Wanna see it?”
“Isn’t that against the rules?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Plus I could look out for you in here. Put you with some good dudes.”
“I guess so.”
“Don’t act like your li’l ass ain’t never been fucked,” chuckled Woods.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Everybody can tell you’re a faggit! And a hot one too. Look at those eyes.”
“I don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with them.”
“They’re different. Not real common in Black folks so they stand out.”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that for me.”
“Look I ain’t no counselor. Do you wanna suck this big dick or what?”
Kijani nodded.
Woods unbuckled the belt and pulled down the tight pants.
Kijani ran his smooth hands along the muscular thighs. He opened his mouth to accept the large floppy piece of meat. He sucked it and it grew. Woods had been correct - it was every bit of 11 inches.
Woods instructed, “Stand up and bend over. We can’t take too long in here.” He spread the supple booty cheeks apart. They were covered with thin, fine fuzz. He spat on the hole. He stood up and eased his ginormous cock inside of the five-foot-nine, 150-pound dude.
“Ooh wee,” Kijani cried out.
“Hush up, pussyboi,” warned Woods. “I’ll be gentle. Relax.”
Kijani let the officer go deeper.
Woods pumped slowly and methodically. He piston-fucked the sassy bottom with deliberate patience and restrained vigor. Soon he was balls deep. “That’s a good boi,” he encouraged his lover.
“Oh god, baby,” whined Kijani. “It’s so big!”
“You can take it, boo! Let me get this nut.”
Woods grabbed Kijani’s much less imposing body by the waist. He pulled his receptive partner into his loins as he thrust harder.
“Oh shit,” yelled Kijani.
“Shut up,” barked Woods.
“Fuck me!”
“Yeah! This boipussy is tight!”
“I love it,” moaned the offender.
“You’re gonna make me cum, faggit!”
Woods huffed and convulsed. He nutted everywhere.
They cleaned up and completed processing.
Woods led Kijani down the cell block. Niggas catcalled.
“Fresh meat,” rejoiced one.
“Bunk with me, baby,” requested another.
“Soft, pretty bitch,” a third offered.
“Dat bitch gon’ be mine,” someone else claimed.
Kijani straightened his posture. He held his chin parallel to the floor and acknowledged no one.
“Sadiddy bitch,” professed yet another inmate.
Woods opened a call. “Tod, this is your new roommate.” He left without saying anything else.
“Wassup,” the older looking man inquired while Kijani struggled to make up the top bunk. “Need some help?”
“Do you mind?”
“Nah. A nigga don’t mind, cutie!”
“Thank you,” Kijani wiggled his booty slightly.
“Oh, you already poking that thang at Daddy?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Naw. You good,” Tod reassured him. “Real good in fact.”
“Okay cool.”
“You know how shit work in here I see.”
“Well, I’m new so I don’t know a lot.”
“You know enough to know you my bitch, right?”
Kijani nodded.
“Good,” grinned the stocky, broad-shouldered dude that was barely a hair taller than his new celly. “I ain’t mess around before I was locked up or nun. But after a year, a nigga was horny as fuck feel me. So I let a punk suck my dick. Shit felt good. Then I fucked one. Now I’m hooked!”
“Oh wow,” Kijani listened intently.
“I ain’t no crude nigga neither. I’ma treat you good if you behave.”
“Yes, sir!”
“It ain’t hard. Just obey me. Don’t flirt wit’' nobody. When you get money on yo books, share it wit’ me. Call me, Daddy Tod. Always.”
“Yes, sir!”
“You don’t hear too good do you,” Tod’s face scowled.
“I’m sorry, Daddy T.”
“That’s better! I like yo’ hair. Is it texturized?”
“Yes, Daddy T it is.”
“Aight. Keep it fresh for me boo. And them eyes is sexy as shit,” orangish-brown man declared,
“Uhhhh. Thanks!”
“You don’t like me complimenting you?”
“It’s not that,” Kijani blinked back tears.
“What’s wrong. You ain’t got nuthin’ to cry about.”
“It’s not you. It’s just that my eyes have always defined me to everyone else,” Kijani sighed.
“I bet folks always tell you how good they look,” the brute attempted consolation.
“Not always,” Kijani explained. “Growing up, I lived with my mom, sisters, grandma, an aunt, and her two daughters. My sisters and cousins picked on me because of my eyes. Told me I was weird & ugly. I was younger and weaker. They’d torture me emotionally and physically. I never understood it. Most of them were lighter skinned than me, but I guess they wanted the attention strangers gave me for these green eyes.”
Tod did have a heart. He sensed the deep conflict. He reached out and hugged Kijani. “It’s gon’ be aight. Daddy T got you now.”
“Thanks,” sniffled the vulnerable convict.
“Daddy T got you. Now, I’m gonna show you where the sissies hang so they can fix you up.”
Tod introduced Kijani to the group and left.
A chocolate femboi with well-maintained bronze, gold, & copper sista locs and rounded hips & ass sneered at him. The sissy was joined in glaring by another punk that was beigish-brown and had pink heart-shaped lips.
“Don’t pay them no mind,” lisped a stranger wearing a midriff top and booty shorts cut from the standard issue uniform. “I’m Lola,” shared the slender, medium-brown, vertically-challenged inmate.
They sat down.
Lola said, “You look pretty. We’ll just paint your face a little and fix these rags.”
“Okay,” the newcomer stuttered.
“So Kijani is a pretty name. Where’d you get it?”
“I picked it a few years ago. It means ‘green’ in Swahili.”
“Oh. Your eyes!”
“Partly. It was more for me to own my identity.”
“I hear you sis.”
“What’s wrong with them,” Kijani asked.
Lola exhaled. “That’s just Mimi and Tawny. They hateful. Mimi mad cause she had Daddy T and fucked up.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She was flirting with niggas. Let one fuck her too. He found out and put her ass out.”
“Damn.”
“It’s her own damn fault. She deserved that beating. Now she salty cause she got a cruel master.”
RIght about then a b**stly motherfucker appeared. His muscles, barely contained the uniform, were well-defined. He towered over everyone.
“Mimi,” barked the caramel-skinned behemoth. “You git dat green dot yet?”
“It hasn’t come through,” the sepia toned fairy timidly replied.
“You said by 2:00. They fuckin’ around witchu or what?”
“If she said she’ll send it, she will. I promise.”
“Aight, bitch! You betta hope she do. If not, you gon’ git pimped on da block.”
“I promise, Jett.”
“Let’s talk a walk. I need some pussy!”
Mimi scurried away behind her owner and master.
Jett pushed Mimi into a corner. He forced the sissy to the ground and pulled out a long, hard dick. “Put it in yo’ mouf,” he ordered. He face fucked her relentlessly.
Mimi gagged and choked. Tears ran down her cheeks and drool dripped from her lips.
“That’s it, faggit! Suck dis dick, bitch!”
Jett nutted down the punk’s throat. He pulled up his pants and said, “Have dat pussy ready after dinner!”
Mimi knew that meant two things. She wasn’t eating whatever was served and her tray would be given to the horrid Jett. She prayed her aunt came through with putting money on her books.
Kijani returned to Daddy T with a flawlessly made-up face and wearing tie-front top & micro mini skirt. He thought the prison gurls were quite resourceful. Plus he’d been given some lace panties. He was being assimilated.
Tod licked his lips. “Damn, you was already pretty, but shit!”
“You like,” Kijani twirled showing off the whole look.
“Hell yeah! I want to wait till tonight, but goddamn!”
“What, Daddy T,” purred the sub.
“Naw, I’m finna go to the yard. Find you sum to do in here by yo’ self! Don’t fuckin’ break no rules!”
“Yes, Daddy T!”
Kijani went back to Lola. She showed the fresh meat a stack of books. Kijani selected a regency-era romance featuring the dashing younger son of a British lord and an unhappy married cougar of a countess. He went back to the cell and began to read.
While cheesy and predictable, the plot was decent. And, more than anything, it provided an escape from the current reality.
Dinner time was announced. The inmates were cycled through the line.
Kijani took a seat at the table Tod pointed out. It was unusual. While most consisted of one race or a grouping of sissies, this one was inhabited by four masculine Black men & four effeminate boiz. Lola was one of them. He and Daddy T would make a fifth pair.
Lola saw Kijani give the tray a dirty look. It consisted of a paltry turkey salami sandwich on whole wheat bread with a slice of processed cheese. There were also plain cheddar-flavored multigrain chips, packets of mayo & mustard, stale oatmeal cookies, and orange drink. “Lunch is our heartier meal. We had beef with gravy, mashed potatoes, & carrots then,” the sissy tried to assuage the concerns as she nestled up to her beefy, dark-skinned beau.
“Cool,” mouthed Kijani.
Daddy T joined the group. They all laughed and talked like a big group date until meal time was over. The five punks cleared the table for their husbands & masters.
After count, Tod and Kijani were alone in the cell.
“You ready,” Tod asked.
‘Yes, sir,” Kijani replied.
“Come over here, baby! Show Daddy T how you give head.”
Tod was not disappointed. Kijani proved to be an expert cocksucker. The bitched did it with no hands, but lots of spit. “Yeah, boo! Suck dat muthafucka!”
Kijani worked his mouth along the thick 8-inch shaft. He jumped at the firm smack of Daddy T’s calloused hand on his delicate butt cheeks.
“It’s time,” announced Tod. “Get on the bunk. I’ma make love to you tonight.”
Tod entered Kijani. They kissed. Tod undressed his betrothed, but left on the white lace panties.
“Oh, Daddy T,” cooed Kijani.
“Yeah, baby,” he said between kissed. “I’ma make you my wife now.”
“Ooooooh,” whined the sissy.
“I’ma go slow. Let Daddy T in dat boipussy,” he said coolly.
“Yes, sir,” breathed Kijani.
“Yeah, baby! Dat’s it! Dat boipussy openin’ up for a nigga!”
“Yes, Daddy T! You feel so good inside my pussy.”
“Yeah, faggit! Let Daddy T make love to you. Make you his wife.”
“I wanna be your wife, Daddy T!”
“Damn right, bitch! You mine!”
Tod humped gently, but with full forceful strokes. “You gon’ feel all dis dick, baby!”
“Oh my god! It’s so big!”
“Dis da only dick you gettin’ from now on,” he pronounced “You betta love it!”
“I do,” Kijani assured his hubby.
“Don’t let me catch you bein’ sweet on no other niggas!”
“Yes, Daddy T.”
“You hear me, baby?”
“Yes. I do. I promise, Daddy T.”
“I hope so cause dis faggit pussy good,” he stressed while pushing all the way in to the hilt.
Tod and Kijani made lyrical romantic sweetness for a while longer until the man shot his load.
Kijani cleaned them up and crawled back into bed.
As they spooned, they could wails and moans from across the cell block. Men were fucking sissies. The punks were screaming with joy.
“I’ma fuck you hard later. I wanted out first time to be special,” shared Tod.
“It was very special.”
“I seen you got a book. Was it good?”
“Yeah. Not bad. A romance.”
“Good!”
“Do you read?”
“Not well. I only made it to the ninth grade and even then I wasn’t no good student.”
“It’s cool, Daddy T. I’m your wife now so I’ll help you with that if you want.”
“Yeah! I can tell you gon’ be a good bitch for this next year!”
“What the get you for,” asked the slim, deep brown-skinned guy wearing the same state issued orange jumpsuit and shackles.
Kijani sighed and rolled his eyes. “Prescription forgery.”
“Ah hell, you stole a pad?”
“I didn’t steal anything,” the burnt-caramel complexioned inmate hissed.
“My bad, yo. Calm down. I mean that weed they found wasn’t mine. I ain’t even know it was in the house.”
At this Kijani softened. “I hear you. I’m just still in shock.”
“This must be yo first time.”
“Yeah. It is,” the nervous looking man lowered his head.
“You’ll be okay. It’s plenty niggas gonna wanna protect you.”
“Huh?”
“C’mon, mane,” the more knowledgeable dude with dreads glared. “You can’t be that naive.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m finna keep it real cuz you seem cool and shit.”
“Okay,” Kijani said apprehensively.
“You got a soft face, pretty eyes, and kinda mousy acting.”
“Well,” Kijani frowned.
“Look. I said I was gon’ keep it one hunnit. How you forge them scripts?”
“I’m a dental assistant. Well, I was. The dentist at the practice talked me into helping him.”
“That’s all I mean. You impressionable.”
“I have my own mind.”
“I know, but prison niggas gon’ sense everything I said about you,” the sage continued. “They gon’ get yo’ booty. If I was you, I’d go in there confident like you know you a sexy ass fag. Make them fight over you instead of someone just knocking you upside the head and making you his bitch. Turn the tables. Make them think they’re in control, but ultimately you decide who will be yo’ daddy.”
“That sounds very Machiavelian,” the light-eyed newbie with sunny gold irises and jade colored outer rings.
“It is. Bein’ straight up, I’d love to boo you up if I ain’t already had a bitch.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“We jus’ talkin’. I doubt we even goin’ to the same place.”
“I’m headed to Brewmont.”
“Mount Sumner.”
The two continued talking about general topics until the bus stopped at the medium-security state penitentiary. Kijani and a couple others were escorted off and led to a holding room to start processing.
The guard assigned to Kijani said his name was Woods.
Kijani’s eyes scanned the corrections officer. He found the Goliath, dark-skinned, muscly man quite intimidating.
Woods spotted the inmate staring. “Like what you see,” he teased.
Kijani averted his gaze downward and murmured, “I’m still in shock about all this.”
“You’re good! Most sissies like this,” the confident criminal justice worker flexed his arm showing off his substantial biceps and triceps.
Kijani stared straight ahead, speechless.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“No...It’s just…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna **** you or anything. You couldn’t handle this big 11-inch dick no way.”
“Eleven?”
“Yeah,” he grabbed his crotch.
“Wow!”
“Wanna see it?”
“Isn’t that against the rules?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Plus I could look out for you in here. Put you with some good dudes.”
“I guess so.”
“Don’t act like your li’l ass ain’t never been fucked,” chuckled Woods.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Everybody can tell you’re a faggit! And a hot one too. Look at those eyes.”
“I don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with them.”
“They’re different. Not real common in Black folks so they stand out.”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that for me.”
“Look I ain’t no counselor. Do you wanna suck this big dick or what?”
Kijani nodded.
Woods unbuckled the belt and pulled down the tight pants.
Kijani ran his smooth hands along the muscular thighs. He opened his mouth to accept the large floppy piece of meat. He sucked it and it grew. Woods had been correct - it was every bit of 11 inches.
Woods instructed, “Stand up and bend over. We can’t take too long in here.” He spread the supple booty cheeks apart. They were covered with thin, fine fuzz. He spat on the hole. He stood up and eased his ginormous cock inside of the five-foot-nine, 150-pound dude.
“Ooh wee,” Kijani cried out.
“Hush up, pussyboi,” warned Woods. “I’ll be gentle. Relax.”
Kijani let the officer go deeper.
Woods pumped slowly and methodically. He piston-fucked the sassy bottom with deliberate patience and restrained vigor. Soon he was balls deep. “That’s a good boi,” he encouraged his lover.
“Oh god, baby,” whined Kijani. “It’s so big!”
“You can take it, boo! Let me get this nut.”
Woods grabbed Kijani’s much less imposing body by the waist. He pulled his receptive partner into his loins as he thrust harder.
“Oh shit,” yelled Kijani.
“Shut up,” barked Woods.
“Fuck me!”
“Yeah! This boipussy is tight!”
“I love it,” moaned the offender.
“You’re gonna make me cum, faggit!”
Woods huffed and convulsed. He nutted everywhere.
They cleaned up and completed processing.
Woods led Kijani down the cell block. Niggas catcalled.
“Fresh meat,” rejoiced one.
“Bunk with me, baby,” requested another.
“Soft, pretty bitch,” a third offered.
“Dat bitch gon’ be mine,” someone else claimed.
Kijani straightened his posture. He held his chin parallel to the floor and acknowledged no one.
“Sadiddy bitch,” professed yet another inmate.
Woods opened a call. “Tod, this is your new roommate.” He left without saying anything else.
“Wassup,” the older looking man inquired while Kijani struggled to make up the top bunk. “Need some help?”
“Do you mind?”
“Nah. A nigga don’t mind, cutie!”
“Thank you,” Kijani wiggled his booty slightly.
“Oh, you already poking that thang at Daddy?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Naw. You good,” Tod reassured him. “Real good in fact.”
“Okay cool.”
“You know how shit work in here I see.”
“Well, I’m new so I don’t know a lot.”
“You know enough to know you my bitch, right?”
Kijani nodded.
“Good,” grinned the stocky, broad-shouldered dude that was barely a hair taller than his new celly. “I ain’t mess around before I was locked up or nun. But after a year, a nigga was horny as fuck feel me. So I let a punk suck my dick. Shit felt good. Then I fucked one. Now I’m hooked!”
“Oh wow,” Kijani listened intently.
“I ain’t no crude nigga neither. I’ma treat you good if you behave.”
“Yes, sir!”
“It ain’t hard. Just obey me. Don’t flirt wit’' nobody. When you get money on yo books, share it wit’ me. Call me, Daddy Tod. Always.”
“Yes, sir!”
“You don’t hear too good do you,” Tod’s face scowled.
“I’m sorry, Daddy T.”
“That’s better! I like yo’ hair. Is it texturized?”
“Yes, Daddy T it is.”
“Aight. Keep it fresh for me boo. And them eyes is sexy as shit,” orangish-brown man declared,
“Uhhhh. Thanks!”
“You don’t like me complimenting you?”
“It’s not that,” Kijani blinked back tears.
“What’s wrong. You ain’t got nuthin’ to cry about.”
“It’s not you. It’s just that my eyes have always defined me to everyone else,” Kijani sighed.
“I bet folks always tell you how good they look,” the brute attempted consolation.
“Not always,” Kijani explained. “Growing up, I lived with my mom, sisters, grandma, an aunt, and her two daughters. My sisters and cousins picked on me because of my eyes. Told me I was weird & ugly. I was younger and weaker. They’d torture me emotionally and physically. I never understood it. Most of them were lighter skinned than me, but I guess they wanted the attention strangers gave me for these green eyes.”
Tod did have a heart. He sensed the deep conflict. He reached out and hugged Kijani. “It’s gon’ be aight. Daddy T got you now.”
“Thanks,” sniffled the vulnerable convict.
“Daddy T got you. Now, I’m gonna show you where the sissies hang so they can fix you up.”
Tod introduced Kijani to the group and left.
A chocolate femboi with well-maintained bronze, gold, & copper sista locs and rounded hips & ass sneered at him. The sissy was joined in glaring by another punk that was beigish-brown and had pink heart-shaped lips.
“Don’t pay them no mind,” lisped a stranger wearing a midriff top and booty shorts cut from the standard issue uniform. “I’m Lola,” shared the slender, medium-brown, vertically-challenged inmate.
They sat down.
Lola said, “You look pretty. We’ll just paint your face a little and fix these rags.”
“Okay,” the newcomer stuttered.
“So Kijani is a pretty name. Where’d you get it?”
“I picked it a few years ago. It means ‘green’ in Swahili.”
“Oh. Your eyes!”
“Partly. It was more for me to own my identity.”
“I hear you sis.”
“What’s wrong with them,” Kijani asked.
Lola exhaled. “That’s just Mimi and Tawny. They hateful. Mimi mad cause she had Daddy T and fucked up.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She was flirting with niggas. Let one fuck her too. He found out and put her ass out.”
“Damn.”
“It’s her own damn fault. She deserved that beating. Now she salty cause she got a cruel master.”
RIght about then a b**stly motherfucker appeared. His muscles, barely contained the uniform, were well-defined. He towered over everyone.
“Mimi,” barked the caramel-skinned behemoth. “You git dat green dot yet?”
“It hasn’t come through,” the sepia toned fairy timidly replied.
“You said by 2:00. They fuckin’ around witchu or what?”
“If she said she’ll send it, she will. I promise.”
“Aight, bitch! You betta hope she do. If not, you gon’ git pimped on da block.”
“I promise, Jett.”
“Let’s talk a walk. I need some pussy!”
Mimi scurried away behind her owner and master.
Jett pushed Mimi into a corner. He forced the sissy to the ground and pulled out a long, hard dick. “Put it in yo’ mouf,” he ordered. He face fucked her relentlessly.
Mimi gagged and choked. Tears ran down her cheeks and drool dripped from her lips.
“That’s it, faggit! Suck dis dick, bitch!”
Jett nutted down the punk’s throat. He pulled up his pants and said, “Have dat pussy ready after dinner!”
Mimi knew that meant two things. She wasn’t eating whatever was served and her tray would be given to the horrid Jett. She prayed her aunt came through with putting money on her books.
Kijani returned to Daddy T with a flawlessly made-up face and wearing tie-front top & micro mini skirt. He thought the prison gurls were quite resourceful. Plus he’d been given some lace panties. He was being assimilated.
Tod licked his lips. “Damn, you was already pretty, but shit!”
“You like,” Kijani twirled showing off the whole look.
“Hell yeah! I want to wait till tonight, but goddamn!”
“What, Daddy T,” purred the sub.
“Naw, I’m finna go to the yard. Find you sum to do in here by yo’ self! Don’t fuckin’ break no rules!”
“Yes, Daddy T!”
Kijani went back to Lola. She showed the fresh meat a stack of books. Kijani selected a regency-era romance featuring the dashing younger son of a British lord and an unhappy married cougar of a countess. He went back to the cell and began to read.
While cheesy and predictable, the plot was decent. And, more than anything, it provided an escape from the current reality.
Dinner time was announced. The inmates were cycled through the line.
Kijani took a seat at the table Tod pointed out. It was unusual. While most consisted of one race or a grouping of sissies, this one was inhabited by four masculine Black men & four effeminate boiz. Lola was one of them. He and Daddy T would make a fifth pair.
Lola saw Kijani give the tray a dirty look. It consisted of a paltry turkey salami sandwich on whole wheat bread with a slice of processed cheese. There were also plain cheddar-flavored multigrain chips, packets of mayo & mustard, stale oatmeal cookies, and orange drink. “Lunch is our heartier meal. We had beef with gravy, mashed potatoes, & carrots then,” the sissy tried to assuage the concerns as she nestled up to her beefy, dark-skinned beau.
“Cool,” mouthed Kijani.
Daddy T joined the group. They all laughed and talked like a big group date until meal time was over. The five punks cleared the table for their husbands & masters.
After count, Tod and Kijani were alone in the cell.
“You ready,” Tod asked.
‘Yes, sir,” Kijani replied.
“Come over here, baby! Show Daddy T how you give head.”
Tod was not disappointed. Kijani proved to be an expert cocksucker. The bitched did it with no hands, but lots of spit. “Yeah, boo! Suck dat muthafucka!”
Kijani worked his mouth along the thick 8-inch shaft. He jumped at the firm smack of Daddy T’s calloused hand on his delicate butt cheeks.
“It’s time,” announced Tod. “Get on the bunk. I’ma make love to you tonight.”
Tod entered Kijani. They kissed. Tod undressed his betrothed, but left on the white lace panties.
“Oh, Daddy T,” cooed Kijani.
“Yeah, baby,” he said between kissed. “I’ma make you my wife now.”
“Ooooooh,” whined the sissy.
“I’ma go slow. Let Daddy T in dat boipussy,” he said coolly.
“Yes, sir,” breathed Kijani.
“Yeah, baby! Dat’s it! Dat boipussy openin’ up for a nigga!”
“Yes, Daddy T! You feel so good inside my pussy.”
“Yeah, faggit! Let Daddy T make love to you. Make you his wife.”
“I wanna be your wife, Daddy T!”
“Damn right, bitch! You mine!”
Tod humped gently, but with full forceful strokes. “You gon’ feel all dis dick, baby!”
“Oh my god! It’s so big!”
“Dis da only dick you gettin’ from now on,” he pronounced “You betta love it!”
“I do,” Kijani assured his hubby.
“Don’t let me catch you bein’ sweet on no other niggas!”
“Yes, Daddy T.”
“You hear me, baby?”
“Yes. I do. I promise, Daddy T.”
“I hope so cause dis faggit pussy good,” he stressed while pushing all the way in to the hilt.
Tod and Kijani made lyrical romantic sweetness for a while longer until the man shot his load.
Kijani cleaned them up and crawled back into bed.
As they spooned, they could wails and moans from across the cell block. Men were fucking sissies. The punks were screaming with joy.
“I’ma fuck you hard later. I wanted out first time to be special,” shared Tod.
“It was very special.”
“I seen you got a book. Was it good?”
“Yeah. Not bad. A romance.”
“Good!”
“Do you read?”
“Not well. I only made it to the ninth grade and even then I wasn’t no good student.”
“It’s cool, Daddy T. I’m your wife now so I’ll help you with that if you want.”
“Yeah! I can tell you gon’ be a good bitch for this next year!”
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