Erotic Prison Literature

That cigarette just spent two days inside his rectum prior to being smoked.

The metal bars slid shut with a loud clank, and Leo knew that it was for real. He wrapped his sinewy fingers, bending like spider legs, around a couple of cold metal cylinders. He could feel his brow birthing droplets of sweat that slowly traced their way down his cheeks. His eyes were closed, and for a moment all he could see was a carnival of dots and swirls dancing behind his eyelids. Behind him a wiry old con lay listlessly on a cot, his gaze assessing and absorbing his new cellmate. Leo was only 20, but in the last few minutes he felt himself maturing, as though experience was something tangible and growing inside him. He didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to face the withered visage of the old man behind him. He was afraid. But, he knew, he could not show his fear, not here, not in this place. In prison, cowards have the lifespan of a retarded fly. It was time to put on a tough face, as his mother would say. He prepared himself mentally, and then slowly turned to face the man extended on the bed.

"I'm Leo," he said. The old man raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Jake," the old man replied. Jake was what you would call a career criminal, though it was getting hard for him to make a career out of it, as he had spent most of his adult life in one form of prison or another.

"What you in for, Jake?" Leo asked. He sat down in the cot across from the old man.

Jake shrugged mildly. "Arson. Attempted murder. Bull shit. I set my ex-wife's house on fire. I thought she was on vacation with her new husband. Turns out she wasn't. I try telling the cops that I just wanted to torch the house, and they don't buy it. They call it attempted murder and lock me up for 11 years. How about you, Kid?"

Leo was in prison because he got pinched selling cocaine to an undercover cop. He had dreams of becoming the next Tony Montana, but really he had become nothing but a two-bit hood with an eighth grade education. But he knew he couldn't tell Jake that. Jake had done some serious shit in his life. Leo decided to lie.

"Murder," he said. At this, Jake sat up in his bed.

"Really?" the old man said, amazed that the angelic face on his young cellmate was capable of such violence. "Who?"

Hitler had said that more people will believe a small lie, than a big one, so Leo decided to go all in.

"Lots of people," Leo lied. "I killed em all with a hammer-two hammers. I would break into houses and just murder the fuck outta anyone inside. Sometimes I would put two people together and pretend I was playing the drums on their skulls. Real brutal shit, Man."

Jake's curiosity had been piqued. He stared intently at Leo, and the younger man immediately became uncomfortable. But, Leo thought, he's buying it.

"Yeah," Leo continued. "I probably killed about 30 people...I honestly lost count."
"That's so fascinating," Jake said.

Leo stared at Jake, and noticed the bulge growing in Jake's pants. Ug! I'm turning this sick fuck on! he thought. Leo turned towards his cell door and thought for a moment. If he's getting aroused by me I better make myself as unappealing as possible.

"The reason I kill people is because I want revenge."

"Revenge for what?" Jake asked. He was like a kid listening to a parent's bedtime story.

"Being born with super-herpes."

Jake recoiled in disgust. "What the fuck is super-herpes?"

"It's the rarest and most potent form of herpes. The blisters never go away and it is highly contagious. The virus comes off the skin, so anyone who even touches me gets it. My dick always feels like it's fucking a razorblade volcano, and my asshole is riddled with blisters. If I spread my cheeks, you'd think you were looking at a pack of frozen peas."

"Wow!" Jake said. "That's fuckin brutal! I better not touch you then!"

"Yeah," Leo agreed. "But that's not even the worst disease I have!"

"What is?"

"I also have that disease from Resident Evil that turns people into motherfucking zombies!"

Jake's eyes widened and he guffawed in sheer disbelief. "You mean to tell me that you were infected with a disease that was created by an entirely fictitious corporate entity?"

"It's true, Man. All my girlfriends turned into zombies. My best friend is now a zombie because of me. The cops that arrested me? No doubt they're starting to turn now too."

"Holy shit. Not just zombies, but zombies with herpes!" Jake proclaimed.

"That's right, my main man. Zombies that will eat you and turn you into a zombie with a rotting dick, and your dick is rotting for two fuckin reasons, because you're a zombie and you're dead, but also because the super-herpes is also rotting your dick."

"Christ-onna-cross!" Jake said, as he slapped his hand over his forehead. "Shouldn't you be in some kind of quarantine? At least in the infirmary?"

Leo shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Jake. Everything will be cool, as long as you don't touch me. And you should probably tell other people here not to touch me as well."

"Oh, I will. The last thing we need is a bunch of herpes-ridden zombies stinking up the whole place."

Just then a man that Leo recognized from the prison bus came shuffling by between two guards. Leo took this as another opportunity to show that he was not afraid of his new environment.

"Hey, Fish!" Leo shouted at the slow-moving inmate. "What you in for?"

"L-larceny," the man replied.

"That's like stealing, right?"

The timid man gave a barely noticeable nod.

Leo stood up and pointed at the man. "Well, tonight in the showers, I'm going to give you my own five finger discount!"

Jake laughed and covered his face with his hands. "What does that even mean!"

"I'm going to shove my fist up that guy's asshole," Leo explained.

Jake suddenly became serious. "But he would become a zombie..."

"I'll kill him before he turns. Just like old times."

Jake stood up and stretched. Leo was taken aback by the man's size. While sitting down there was nothing remarkable about Jake, but when the older man stood up Leo saw that Jake rose to be at least six-five. Jake took a step towards Leo and encouraged the young man to sit down by gently placing two large hands on the kid's shoulders and coaxing him down.

"Can I tell you a secret, Leo?" Jake asked.

"S-sure. Any-anything."

"I did try to kill my wife. But all I succeeded in doing is turning her into a human bacon strip. Her face looks like melted candle wax."

"Oh."

"And to tell you the truth, all this talk about murder and herpes and zombies and fingers...It's really starting to get me hot."

"It is?"

"Yep. Now, the thought of becoming a zombie with a scorching case of the love bites does not appeal to me at all, but I'll be honest with you, I'm going to take my chances."

Showing remarkable strength that his old age belied, Jake seamlessly forced himself on top of the now-terrified Leo.

"Promise me," Jake said, meticulously sniffing the younger man's neck. "If I do turn into a zombie, kill me."

Tears were suddenly cascading down Leo's face. "Only if you promise it won't hurt," he stammered.

"Don't make me lie," Jake whispered.

He then proceeded to brutally rape the living shit out of Leo.

FIN

© Eric Moore - 2010