It’s Adam’s first day in prison and he’s terrified. His uncle warned him what to expect, that someone might take advantage of a pretty-boy like him, but that going along with it could get him protection. But no matter how much he’s prepared himself for this moment, he’s quaking in fear when he sees his cellmate—Tyrone—a tall, muscle-bound, dominating black man who has a thing for skinny white guys like him. When the cells are locked and the lights go out, just as Adam thinks his cellmate might leave him alone, Tyrone clamps his hand over Adam’s mouth and whispers in his ear, “Don’t scream, white boy.” Yet, despite his fear, Adam can’t get over how turned on he is as he realizes he has no choice but to submit to his black master.
WARNING: This 4,700-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a dominating black man and a skinny white guy that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.
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Excerpt
A heavy set of footsteps echoed up the range, coming our way. I looked at the cell door and saw a portly guard walk by, looking in our cell to ensure Tyrone and I were both inside. I made eye contact with the guard and he gave me a look of pity, a look that told me he knew I wouldn’t last long, and then he continued on, checking the rest of the cells. Ten minutes later, the lights went out in all the cells, leaving only a dim illumination from the corridor.
My heart pounded in my chest and I knew my eyes were bug-eyed. I tried to still my breathing to calm my entire body, so that I could listen for any movements below me. Would he do it tonight? After what felt like half an hour of total silence and stillness, my heart calmed and my eyes drifted closed. Maybe I would be okay.
Then I heard the rustle of fabric from the bed beneath me. I strained to hear any further sounds, but it was silent. Okay, he just rolled over.
I jerked and gasped when a hand landed over my mouth.
“Don’t scream, white boy.” Tyrone’s voice was low and harsh in my ear. “Now get on your fuckin’ knees.”
He released his hand from my face and I didn’t scream — I was too terrified to do so. I shuffled to the edge of the bunk and hopped down, but in my nervousness, I stumbled and fell to my knees in front of him. Something heavy and warm slapped my forehead.
Oh, God, it was his cock. And it was fucking huge!