How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) š
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I only had that once, before -- havinā a guy tied up so he couldnāt fight back. But it was, like, a kick-ass feelinā, to the nine-hundredth power. It was when I got a guard at Mid-State. A fuckinā prison guard asshole. āLiterally,ā like Lennyād say. Man, that made me feel like I was king of the world.
It happened a week āfore I was set to go up for a parole hearinā. This overbuilt piece of raw beef in blue had started givinā me shit every time I turned around. His name was Carter anā he was a ten-year military cop vet with this pug-Irish face that made you think of an IRA terrorist. Heād ignored me the two years he worked while I was in, but suddenly he was makinā up for lost time. If my cell wasnāt in perfect order, heād trash it anā make me clean it all up. If my shoes werenāt tied, heād spit on āem anā make me polish āem with my shirt. Then heād bust my balls for wearinā a dirty uniform. If I looked at him wrong, I had to stand at attention anā listen to him bitch for half an hour, usinā words Iād never even heard before. Anā his guard buddies help him when he needed it. Or just wanted it.
āCourse, I got what was goinā on; he wanted me to make a move on him so he could fuck up my parole. I just didnāt get why. So I figured Iād find out.
First I started actinā like he was gettinā to me, makinā me afraid of him. Wasnāt hard to do. Just hunched my shoulders a bit when he came by anā looked away, real quick. Give a little jump when I see him. Swallow hard. All that bullshit stuff. So he started gettinā nastier. Started thinkinā like he āknewā I wouldnāt fight back, like I was scared of him. Anā he started gettinā stupid anā sloppy about it. After a couple days of that, he was ready to take down. So I made arrangements with a couple of my pack to decoy him into the laundry room ācause heād give them some shit, too. Yāknow, thatās where I was still workinā, after six fuckinā years! Anā Connie wondered why she couldnāt get me to do laundry. Anyhow, they had a good idea what I was up to, so they were on board from the get-go.
So ābout ten a-m, when all the machines were goinā, I hid between two of āem. Sort of a wide space between two packs of washers. Lots of guys slip in there to take care of each other or themselves, but my pack made sure the place stayed clear for me. They waited till the machines were doinā the spin, which gets real loud, then one of āem told him I was in the back gettinā sucked off by my punk of the month. Olā Carter -- big, dumb, blond, full-of-himself Carter -- he hustled back there to catch me anā do his number.
Soon as he rounded this corner, he was out of sight of the other guards. Thatās when I grabbed him, put my little shiv against his throat anā made him come with me way behind the last machine. He was shittinā bricks, lemme tell you, whisperinā the whole way, āCāmon, man, you donāt wanna fuck up your parole. You donāt wanna do that.ā What he didnāt get is, Iād learned not to care. You let a fuckinā pig pull shit on you anā get away with it, you lose all the respect you built up inside. Anā no fuckinā way was that gonna happen to me.
I slammed his face into this corner anā held him there. Man, I had a hard-on like you wouldnāt believe, anā I was pushinā it hard against his ass to let him know what I was gonna do. Anā he was freakinā, I can tell you. I donāt think he really thought Iād do it, ācause he kept up his bullshit.
āMan, this is stupid. This is stupid. Youāre already in deep shit. You donāt want to add ten years to your sentence!ā
I slammed him against the corner, again, anā snarled in his ear, āWhy you fuckinā with me, man?ā
āI aināt,ā he said, whimperinā.
āBullshit! You been on my ass all week. Whoās got you gunninā for me?ā
āNobody!ā
I reached āround anā grabbed his crotch. Squeezed it. He gasped, but I had him so tight anā the shiv so sharp against him, he didnāt dare yell. āDonāt fuckinā lie to me, cunt! Iāll cut your fuckinā balls off!ā
He squirmed then finally croaked out, āBuddy of mine. He told me you...you got his nephew. When he was in your cell. Fucked the kid. Fucked him up. He wants you to stay in.ā
āWhat dāyou mean I fucked him up?ā
āHe -- he tried to kill himself. Heās on tranqās. Twenty-four-hour suicide watch.ā
āNo shit?ā
āYeah. I knew him. He was a good kid, just a little fucked up from drugs. Didnāt belong in here. Never should have been sent here. And now...ā
āAnā itās me fucked him up, huh?ā
He nodded. I fuckinā loved it! Really fuckinā loved the idea that Iād messed up some rich-bitch little pansyās life so much that mommy anā daddy had to shell out some of their big bucks to put him back together. I mean, twenty-four-seven care aināt cheap, even if you got insurance. Anā I bet I knew which punk it was, too -- that first one I hammered in the ass anā got to shoot his wad. He was roistered out āfore Carter transferred in. I almost came in my pants thinkinā ābout it.
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