The Scarred Bouncer: Chapter 8

Cell 4990 was in the middle of the 49-block of the Epsilon Unit at the Eastern Panhandle State Prison. Warden Clifford was a rather hands-off warden, at least as far as the well-behaved cell blocks went. As long as the gang that controlled each area kept things quiet, they were allowed to do more or less whatever they wished.
So for the Gray Snakes, that meant obeying Jeffers. He was the leader of the Gray Snakes in Epsilon Unit, and he was devoutly religious. Among many other things, Jeffers forbade masturbation.
That seemed ridiculous to the rest of the gang, but there was no getting through to him. Buck and Knuckle shared a cell, one of those pod-type cells. In theory, they had privacy. In reality, Jeffers came in several times a day, and occasionally at night, to make sure they weren’t breaking any rules — no jacking off, no fighting, no “paganism” and no drugs or booze that came from a different gang.
So Knuckle ain’t jack off in the two weeks since he got here.
For the last hour of cell time before lights out, most of the inmates of the 49-Block — a variety of men, not just Gray Snakes — sat in their “stoop” — basically the thresholds of their pods. They could buy or steal a lawnchair to sit in. That hour was free “cell time”, so they ain’t allowed to go nowhere without a valid reason. But they could open their cell doors, and after much negotiating with the guards, they were allowed to sit in the threshold with their feet outside the cell, and they were allowed to lean forward so to see and speak to other inmates in the thresholds of other cells, but the entire chair had to remain in the cell, and the inmate’s center of gravity still had to be within the line, so the bulk of the inmate was in the cell.
The rules had been negotiated down to every last detail, as the inmates greatly cherished their stoop time.
Or at least, Buck did. Knuckle could take it or leave it. He liked that Buck sat in the threshold, so Knuckle had plenty of room to do his nightly workout — he ran back and forth in the narrow space, trying to get his heart rate up.
“Yo, you fellahs horny?” asked a big deep voice from outside the cell. Knuckle turned around and stopped his running, his heavily scarred body dripping with rivulets of sweat. Standing in front of Buck was a tall, reedy and long-limbed black man. “Two packs of smokes and I’ll get’cha started.”
A long empty pause filled the cell. Both Knuckle and Buck nearly said no out of instinct. But, they soon realized, now was a good time to do it. Jeffers was in the clinic tonight for a cardiac event. This big black fellah was not a Gray Snake, and ain’t nobody know him.
Buck scoffed. “Two packs to get started? Expensive, man…”
The black fellah, Damien, shrugged. “Just offerin’, you don’t gotta-“
“I’ll do it,” Buck said with a shamefaced grin. “But come in quick. We Gray Snakes, we ain’t allowed.”
Damien came into the cell with a scowl. “You gotta take it out when I say, honky,” he said. He gave Buck strong side-eye, and he glared at Knuckle too. “I don’t trust rednecks, and I got a nigga who gonna cut’cha if you nut wit’out payin’.”
He got down on his knees and pulled down Buck’s orange pants first. They were loose-fitting, and Buck wore nasty old white briefs stained brown — not stained with poop, but with dirt because he wore these briefs to wrestle outside in the rain with James Callifrey a couple weeks ago. But the black fellah with the ropy arms, Damien, he looked a little sickly at the briefs before tugging them down. He sneered at Buck’s thick dong, picked it up and put it in his mouth.
“Cost you one more pack to nut in my mouth,” said Damien before his tongue flickered over Buck’s soft cock. He thwacked Buck’s dick on his own cheek with a low scowl. Buck ain’t like the feel of his salt-and-pepper stubble, but he ain’t complain. Damien spat on Buck’s cockshaft. “But if’n that nigga gotta come collect off you, the price is double. So don’t try it.”
Buck snorted and pushed his dick in a little deeper, as he gripped Damien’s ears. He smirked when Damien fought back and slapped his hands away.
“Nah, honky-” Damuien said, but he was cut off by Knuckle thwacking his still-limp dick on Damien’s face. Damien crossly pushed him off with one hand, but Knuckle ignored it. He slapped Damien’s crooked nose with his dick. Damien seethed and said, “Nah, you ugly-ass freak. You ain’t — one at a time, first of all-“
Buck interrupted him like he ain’t notice Knuckle was mollywopping the guy, so Buck was still pistoning his hips and forcing his limp dick into Damien’s mouth, even as Damien spoke crossly.
“You gotta wait yo’ — yo’ turn, freak. I only do — one at a time — ain’t — cain’t fit more — than one at a time — gimme a sec — big fella, I’s — talkin’-” Damien ain’t fight back or even move his head away, he just kept talking as Buck drilled his limp pecker in and out. Buck grinned. Damien said, “I ain’t a punk — so you gotta — listen — and do show — some respec’ — nah, nah — I ain’t-” He gagged suddenly, as Buck’s dick was hard enough to hit the back of his throat. His gag turned into a retch, then Damien paused with both dicks half-hard dancing upon his face before he gagged again, opened his mouth and slurped spit up off Buck’s dong. He hesitated and held back another gag before resuming licking Buck’s dong.
Buck said, “If I pull out, can I nut on ya face?”
Damien shook his head. His tongue slurped up and down Buck’s shaft, which was firming up, hot and throbbing, veiny. He kept his eyes trained on Buck, seemingly ignoring what his tongue was doing entirely. He gripped Buck’s dick at the root and licked it up and down, slathering spit on the entire shaft. He moved quickly and deliberately, like he was completing an assignment to cover Buck’s rod with spit.
Knuckle kept his soft cock on Damien’s face. He liked the feel of a warm body touching it. Every minute or two, Damien slapped Knuckle’s dong away. Damien only did one man at a time. That was a rule, and he was allowed to enforce it. But these two giant enforcers for the Gray Snakes were much bigger than Damien. The smell of both men’s low-hanging balls and Buck’s early precum made Damien’s stomach churn. But he focused on slurping on Buck’s cocktip, getting it good and wet. He hoped to get Buck off quick.
“How much for booty?” Knuckle asked.
“Six packs.” Damien kept stroking Buck with one hand, Buck’s cock resting afront his mouth as he spat accusatorily at Knuckle. His voice was moist because his mouth overflowed with Buck’s creamy prenut. “And I am allowed to pick the position, freak. And-“
“Six packs?!” Buck scoffed. Ain’t nobody gonna pay six packs for some booty. You could get slimy, bony crackhead booty for a half a pack. That was gross, but still… Buck ain’t like overpaying.
“Uh-huh.” Damien put Buck’s dick in his mouth so the cocktip stretched his cheek, while Damien’s tongue teased the side of his shaft. One hand gripped the base of his dick, while the other cupped his balls. He pulled it out just long enough to say, “You gotta provide the lube too, freak.”
Knuckle got a hangdog look on his face like he was required to do it. They’d been locked up for so long with all of Jeffers’s rules that Knuckle got plenty of smokes saved up. He ain’t even paid for almost any of them. He stole them off frightened smaller inmates in gen-pop.
He took a cigarette from the pack he was currently smoking, then added six additional packs to the three packs Buck had stacked up by the door.
As Knuckle collected packs of smokes, Buck whistled, his dick still spewing precum into Damien’s mouth. “Goddamn, you make good money. Perry own ya booty, right?”
Damien nodded. He shimmied down his orange prison pants and drawers without even taking Buck’s cock outta his mouth. He lowered his booty. “Lube up first, freak.” His voice was still moistly muffled by all of Buck’s precum, which he spat onto the floor rather than swallow it. “You can get hard rubbin’ my butt, but I only do one at a time. Wait for ya hillbilly buddy to nut before you stick it in.”

Knuckle ain’t acknowledge that. He rubbed hog fat from the prison kitchen onto his soft dick. The creamy white lard got good and greasy once it warmed up to his body temperature, and he kneeled behind Damien, who sat on his bare ass to be sure Knuckle couldn’t get in it.

“Nah, what’d I say? You gotta wait-” Damien snapped. Buck’s dick bobbed and throbbed in front of his face. “One at a time-” He was cut off by Buck forcing his rod back into Damien’s mouth, which instantly filled with his precum. His hands flailed and clawed at Buck’s powerful chest.
But Knuckle was behind him, ignoring Damien’s protests entirely. He didn’t try to get in Damien’s ass, since Damien was sitting on it, but Knuckle did rub his dick on Damien’s smooth back.
“Can I nut on your back?” Buck asked. He smeared precum all over Damien’s face, as he let Damien take a breath.
Damien looked up at him with a sneer and nodded. “Just not the face. You gotta pay for a moufnut anytime it git on my face, you ugly-ass mothahfuckah,” he said. “My nigga Perry’ll come at’cha hard if you don’t.” He held up Buck’s erect dick with two fingers, then ran his tongue up and down the shaft. That sent a shiver of pleasure up Buck’s spine. Damien spat more precum onto the floor.
“Hey, can you get me hard wit’cha mouth?” Knuckle asked. He didn’t take his eyes off his dick rubbing Damien’s smooth spine. He aimed it lower and lower, trying to get it under Damien’s seated body.
“You whiteboys is fulla questions,” Damien said with a snarl. He slathered spit on Buck’s dick, which he gripped with one hand. He shook his head. “No. You gotta pay if you want me to use my mouf. You gotta pay if you wanna use my butt. Two sep’rate transactions, freak, don’t even try nothin’.” He glared at Buck. “You just playin’ now, hillbilly. I can tell. Blow a nut if’n you gonna blow a nut.”
Buck chuckled, his hefty frame and his fat cock shifting up and down with each laugh. “Nah. I don’t gotta hurry. Make it feel good.” He pushed his dick back into Damien’s reluctant mouth and forced it into his throat until he gagged. “Move ya tongue around, damn…”
Damien squirmed and clawed violently at Buck’s back and asscheeks. Buck ignored that for a few seconds, throwing his head back and moaning as Damien’s throat massaged his cock. Damien sputtered out precum when Buck pulled out.
“Whiteboy mothahfuckah-!”
“Sorry, hoss,” Buck said. “C’mon, you gots to get deep. Perry’d get salty if’n I say you just lickin’ it-“
“Hillbilly mothahfuckah, I ain’t just lickin’ it! I do it damn good, e’ery nigga say I am the goddamn best!” Damien said, a little hoarse and moist with precum. He stroked Buck’s dick one hand. “Don’chu tell Perry no lies. He knows. He knows I does it good.” He paused. “And you ain’t allowed — Jeffers gonna be mad ornery if’n he-” Buck again drilled his dick into Damien’s mouth. Damien ain’t fight back even though he was talking. He just slapped Buck’s chest and tried to relax his throat.
However, his movement resulted in him going from seated to crouching, which revealed his ropy-muscled buttcheeks, and Knuckle took the opportunity to sit Damien on his lap. Knuckle aimed his slightly-hard dick for his butthole, but Damien ain’t cooperate, and Knuckle wasn’t hard enough to wedge it in anyway. Damien’s asscrack was slick with sweat though, and it was tight and warm, so Knuckle humped his dick over the inviting hole. Damien winced but he flexed his buttcheeks and cooperated by moving his asscrack up and down over Knuckle’s rod.
“Hey, Damien, how many dicks you take e’ry day?” Buck asked. He sucked in his breath. He was on the verge of orgasm but trying to delay it. Damien’s tongue sent pangs of pleasure through Buck’s muscular frame.
“Five or six. I-” A little gag escaped from Damien, who didn’t let it stop him from tonguing Buck’e piss-slit. The precum flowed clear and copiously over his face and mouth. He kept a sour look on his face. “I try to get at least five, or Perry get mad at me.”
“How many of that’s up the butt?” Buck asked with a snicker.
Knuckle’s dick was hard now. He smeared more hog fat onto Damien’s asscheek. Its creamy whiteness stood out on his dark brown skin. Damien kept moving his ass up and down — he ain’t enjoy working both men at once, but he wanted to get Knuckle off without taking it up the booty, so Damien humped his asscrack over the length of Knuckle’s shaft. Knuckle showed no reaction that, aside from leaning back and watching Damien move.
“Usually none. Just one or two a week,” Damien said. He gritted his teeth and winced like he got a backache. Buck’s dick spewed precum across his face. Buck was gasping, nearing orgasm when Damien stopped slurping on the cocktip. Knuckle’s cocktip pushed into his luby asshole. Damien sputtered, “Ow, shit, freak! Give a nigga shoutout befo’ you stick it in-“
“Sorry, sorry, I thought you knew it was comin’,” Knuckle said without slowing down. He kept pushing. Damien yelped in pain and grunted.
He tried to soldier on. He even opened his mouth and let Buck’s dick in for a second. But as soon as he tasted his dick, he knew he was seconds away from nutting — the precum was intense and rich, and it flowed copiously over Damien’s face. “Nah, you done whiteman. Shoot it on my back-” He gagged horribly on the taste of cum.
Not wanting to get charged for nutting in his mouth, Buck virtually dove onto Damien. Sitting on Damien’s squawking head so he could hump his back. Damien squealed and clawed at the ground as cum sprayed over his lower back. Buck guffawed.
“Got it on ya, Knuckle,” Buck said with a great belly laugh. “Shit, awwwwwww…” Buck moaned. Another wave of cum jetted out over Damien’s back, and then the next jet missed Damien’s back entirely and instead spurted over Knuckle’s scarred chest. Buck laughed again, still spewing nutjuice onto Damien’s back.
None of that stopped Knuckle, who seemed to barely notice his own belly and crotch now dripped with Buck’s cum. More of his jizz dripped down Damien’s back and butt and helped to lube Knuckle’s dick more. Knuckle pushed it in deeper and deeper, pushing past Damien’s resistance and stretching his butt out good.
From the ground, Damien first gritted his teeth and grunted like he could take it. But after a few seconds, he cried out, “A’ight, nah, nah — freak, stop! I wanna change pos’tions. Damn, shit, damn, ow-!”
Buck pulled off and backed away, still dripping precum as he lazily stroked his limpening pud. He chuckled at Damien’s frenzied complaining. Knuckle held onto Damien’s hips, his dick half in and half out. He did stop when Damien said to, but he ain’t take his dick out. He just rested it there in Damien’s tight hole.
“You sure?” Knuckle said. His chest was ruddy, breathing heavy, but his face remained expressionless. His cock pulsated in Damien’s asshole, which clenched around it.
Damien took shallow breaths like a woman in labor, which made Buck laugh as he swung his limp dick around. Damien got back up on his hands and knees, and he looked behind himself at Knuckle. He tried to crawl away, but any movement made the pain worse, and Perry had taught him well to never stop his man. He could ask his man to stop or tell Perry to get more smokes out of him later, but Damien wasn’t allowed to make him stop.
That was bad customer service.
“Ow, c’mon, I said I is allowed to pick the position, freak!” he growled. “You gotta-” He heaved, as Knuckle again used all of his might to push more in.
“I don’t wanna stop,” Knuckle said, still slowly moving his hips back and forth, just a little bit, not all the way in and out. A good six inches of his dick had still never gone in. Damien was impaled on it. He looked behind himself and shook his head. “If you wanna change positions, just say so.”
“Nah, nah, c’mon, stop, stop-“
“What position do you want?” Knuckle asked. “I’ll do it. You wanna do it standing?”
Damien shook his head. “On my back. On the bunk.”
Knuckle finally stopped moving. “That’s my bunk. I don’t want’cha ass-goop on my bunk.”
“Take it out, freak!” Damien howled. He slammed a fist on the floor. Unable to resist, he tried to crawl away — Perry would beat him if he knew — but Knuckle followed anyway, until Damien was in a corner and couldn’t crawl anywhere else. Still, Knuckle pushed. He had a giant rod, bigger than anything Knuckle had taken in the past. “Nah, on my back! On the bunk!”
“Ssssh, don’t be so loud,” Buck said. “Here, on ya back then, on the floor,” Buck said. He pulled the pillows off Knuckle’s bunk and pushed Damien to lay on them on his back. Damien collapsed in agony.
Knuckle fell with him, squashing him to the floor with his powerful chest. Damien managed to collapse on one pillow, which he clutched like a magic talisman and dug his face into it. Knuckle’s dick sank even deeper into Damien’s ass. Knuckle wrapped his arm around Damien’s head and murmured, “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be done in a sec.”
“Git off me, freak!” Damien shouted. His whole body tensed, as Knuckle slammed into him over and over. But Damien was a pro, and he ain’t fight back too hard.
Knuckle grunted and stopped moving. Cum filled Damien up. He hung his head when it started, and he grimaced. “Ew, shit, man, you grimy as fuck, I can feel it, I can feel you don’t shower-“
“Shuttup,” Knuckle said as Buck laughed. Knuckle was still cumming, his whole body shaking like a dog drying off. Then at last, he was done.
Knuckle rolled over. His dick slipped out of Damien’s ass. “Sorry, man,” he said. “You okay?”
“No, fuck!” Damien crawled away with a cry of pain. “Shit!” He grabbed his nine packs of smokes. “I’mma convince Perry that was worth more, you ain’t follow the rules, whiteboy! You in for some shit!”.
He limped out of the cell, carrying his clothes and nine packs of cigarettes in his hands. Buck held back snickers of laughter, while Knuckle watched Damien go with lidded silence.