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Subject: {ASSM} Undertow- TRUE LIFE PRISON story- Chapter 004
Date: Sat,  9 Feb 2002 23:10:10 -0500
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Chapter 004- Tumblesalts

He that marries for money will earn it.
----American Proverb

Vito had sat and listened to the ravings of a madwoman. He didn't have to
look too far to see where Jaime had gotten his concepts from. He patiently
let her drone on and on giving him her take on male behavior

The bottom line was that he had better not think he was going to abuse
Jaime.

"Just like a woman," Silvia said, "He might need a firm hand to smack some
sense into him now and again, but don't take it too far or I WILL have your
rocks ripped off for you."

Vito's balls tightened as she said it. Finally he subtly changed the
subject, "But what I don't get it why me and not Rocco? He had much more
juice than I do."

"Don't get me started on that lunatic." Silvia said, "His mother is a saint
between him and that slut daughter of hers. Rocco already has one foot in
the sanitarium door. Jaime would be the banana peel under the other foot."
She cackled again like the witch in a bugs bunny cartoon.

Vito decided as he walked out of the visiting room that he liked the old
bitch. She was familiar to him, despite her position. She could easily trade
places with one of his mother's sisters who came to the house every Saturday
night to play cards.

Of course none of his aunts had a murderous streak, but diversity made the
world go round right? He didn't need the promise of advancement to get him
to keep an eye on Jaime; he had been truthful when he told Silvia that he
liked the faggot.

They had settled into a routine that suited them both. Jaime would service
Vito's thick cock on command and was free to go out and seduce any poor
sucker he could find in his spare time.

The only rule was that it had to be quiet, because the whole prison assumed
Jaime was Vito's bitch and the proud Italian kid didn't want to look like a
sucker.

Jaime had a regular guy who apparently fucked the life out of him in private
and that was all Vito knew. It was all he cared to know.

***

Mugsy did not know what was wrong with him. His best friend was getting his
ass kicked by a younger, smaller guy and all he could do was take a giant
step back and watch.

He just froze. Seeing violence in front of him like this triggered something
from his time in the Zoo and he was stunned. Sweat soaked his jumpsuit and
his eyes went wide. Boo tried to jump in but was quickly engaged in combat
with Troy's punk Chico.

The entire event was over in a few minutes as the guards removed Chico and
Troy. Mark had a bloody nose and was using his undershirt to try and stop
the flow of blood.

"What the fuck is up with you man?" Mark said to Mugsy, "Since when do you
not have my back?"

"Yo, you were the one who wanted to run his mouth," Mugsy replied, trying to
pretend that he hadn't betrayed a rule of their friendship that was as old
at the friendship itself.

"Fuck that." Mark said, "I would never let you go down like that."

"Man," Boo said, stunned by both the speed and force of Chico's assault, but
besides a swollen cheek, he was no worse for the wear, "You pussied out."

"Fuck you both," Mugsy said, "If you need my help to kick the shit out of a
ten-yearold skinhead and his prison wife"

"Yeah, well that prison wife showed more balls than you did." Mark said,
blind with rage, "It just goes to show you..."

"Man what the fuck are you talking about now." Mugsy said in his gravely
voice, "Stop crying like a bitch. A little bit of blood. Jesus."

"Looks who's calling who a little bitch." Mark said, "The fucking princess
of the Zoo."

Mugsy was quiet for a second, as the expression on his friend's face turned
from angry to guilty.

Boo looked at the ground.

"You're fucked up." Mugsy said as he turned. The room was spinning and he
was afraid if he didn't leave now he would pass right the fuck out.

"Mugsy man, I didn't mean it." Mark called after.

Mugsy didn't even pause.

"Yo that wasn't even right." Boo said.

"Fuck me." Mark said as he lifted the barbell an inch and slammed it back
into the cradle.

***

"Yo Freako man, why don't you guys give it a rest for a minute." Carlos said
from the door to the cell. Just a month or so ago, he would have been able
to command Freako to leave.

It was rare that Carlos regretted having to hand over his title as captain
to Oscar, but when he had to ask instead of tell, it did tend to tweak him a
bit.

Freako and Mousy were apparently taking a break, as they were now under the
blanket on their backs sharing a cigarette.

Carlos found this intimacy to be embarrassing to look at. He now was sure
that Freako must be queer. It was one thing to fuck the only ass available-
it was quite another to act like the dude it was attached to was your girl
or something. Disgusting.

Freako huffed and puffed as he jumped out of the bunk, picked up a random
jumpsuit, sniffed it, and then attempted to put it on.

"Freako!" Mousy shrieked, "I done told you about that niggah."

"Yo." Freako said, "The man wants to get busy and shit. I ain't got TIME to
go looking for my own shit."

Mousy groaned and got out of the bunk. As Carlos watched with contempt, he
went to the drawer and pulled out a perfectly folded jumpsuit and handed it
to the young Latino boy.

Freako rolled his eyes, annoyed, but did as instructed, and a few moments
later departed the cell with Mousy right behind him.

Trevor stood in the cell with staring at the floor and waiting for his first
instruction. Even though Oscar was nowhere in the cell, he now affected
almost everything Trevor did.

Trevor had only spent three days with Oscar, but had learned much about his
tolerance for pain and his ability to do as he was told without question.
Oscar had tested this and Trevor's mind shut down when he started to
remember some of what he had been forced to do.

Back to the present, Trevor waited for a cue from his new "owner". The guy
was at least a foot taller than him and looked like what Trevor imagined all


spic thugs from the streets looked like.

Carlos was wearing his jumpsuit unzipped to the waist and a tight,
white-ribbed tank top. His arms were HUGE and covered in elaborate tattoos.
Trevor could tell just by looking at the guy that he was strong as hell.

He carried his large frame with an authority that was similar to Taz.
Confident that he could kick any ass, but not overly showy. He had a thick
gold chain around his neck anchored by an oversized crucifix.

Judging from Carlos's long limbs and professional basketball player's body,
Trevor was disturbed to realize that he probably had a big dick as well. Not
only was he upset about that observation itself, he was even more upset that
he would be ABLE to figure out such a thing.

But the reality was that Trevor had seen hundreds of cocks and couldn't help
but notice certain correlations. The first unpleasant discovery was that no
matter what people said, he was now convinced that minorities had larger
penises.

Maybe it was because the contact had been so unwanted, but Trevor had
noticed that they ALL seemed to be huge. The only white guy that had come
close was a particularly nasty one named Mark.

Again Trevor's mind short-circuited as it overloaded from painful memories.
Mark had been worse than any of the blacks, even if he was only one person.

Carlos stepped past him and hung a blanket on the bars. Trevor started to
shake as he always did when he knew for sure he would be providing sex for a
man.

Oscar had not touched him sexually, even though he made him do humiliating
sexual things to himself, so it had been a few days since he had been forced
to have actual contact.

Carlos stepped back, "Yo I ain't no faggot like the rest of these niggahs."
He said

Trevor said nothing.

Carlos slapped him, "Yo I'm talking to you man,"

"Sorry." Trevor mumbled. He had learned that he would probably get slapped
either way, but it was always safer to say nothing.

"So you a real life punk huh?" Carlos said, "No shit?"

"Yeah." Trevor said with no emotion, "I am."

"So out on the bricks you only mess wit females?" Carlos said, telling
himself that it was good that the kid wasn't gay in a way.

"Yeah." Trevor repeated

"You better not be lying to me man, cause if I catch any diseases from you,
I will fucking kill you. You know I can kill you right?

"Yeah" Trevor said, "I do."

***

"Dink man, you know this is bullshit." Troy said, standing naked and alone
in a cell in the hole.

"Well it ain't up to me," Dinkins said, "When are you and that thickheaded
leader of yours gonna realize that I ain't God in here? I get lucky now and
again and I am happy to do it, cause I am well compensated but that nigger
cunt Ms. Finch put her own people in Red Block and there ain't nothing I can
do at the moment."

"Great." Troy said, "Just fucking great!"

"Hey, you didn't get your ass kicked by the bulls right? Be thankful for
what I can do would ya? Just cool your jets until the shift change and then
I will probably be able to spring ya." Dinkins said.

"Yeah whatever." Troy spat, "Could you at least move my bitch in here? Could
you at LEAST do that?"

"You know you people need to learn manners. That ain't no way to ask for a
favor." Dinkins snarled

"For what we pay you, you ain't doing us no favors." Troy said, "Now please
move Chico in here."

"That's more like it," Dinkins chuckled. Dinkins didn't much like his
secondary employers in general, but Troy was the type of guy Dinkins could
relate to. Unlike the pompous Taz, with his airs of superiority, the kid was
exactly as advertised: A morally bankrupt young tough guy who got a bad deal
in life and was not afraid to take what he needed.

As Dinkins went to fetch Chico he thought back on Troy's first day. With
pale smooth skin and a face that was so good looking, it could almost be
described as beautiful, Dinkins had bet the other guard on duty that he
would be bent over within the hour.

Dinkins had lost the bet when Troy proceeded to kick the living shit out of
every guy who tested him. Finally, Taz had stood up for him. Troy quickly
moved up the ladder on sheer balls alone.

His punk on the other hand, Dinkins had no such respect for. In different
circumstances Dinkins would probably at least take a blowjob from the
fucker. But Dinkins knew better than to bite the hand that fed him.

And besides, he had discovered recently, that a half decent blowjob was a
close as the nearest cell anyway.

"Come on kid," He said to Chico, "Your daddy wants you."

Chico followed the guard to Troy's cell.

"Now you boys have fun," Dinkins snickered as he left.

"Taz is gonna be pissed." Chico said,

"So?" Troy said, "That fucking guy pushed me. What else could I do?"

"I know that," Chico said, "But you know Taz."

"Yeah I do, so don't worry about it." Troy said.

Both boys were naked, still hopped up from the fight still standing in the
dimly lit room. As if on cue, they both happened to glance at Chico's soft
cock. It immediately fattened.

"There goes that hair trigger again," Troy giggled as he practically tackled
his punk to the floor. He suddenly had the overwhelming need to fuck Chico
right into the pavement.

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