WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone!
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It was late at night. I walked down the corridors, keeping an eye on all the prisoners. I heard a voice bellow from behind me.
"Hey, Tim..." I turned to face him. Like me, he was dressed in a cop's uniform. "...Don't forget that you'll have to work late tonight."
"Yeah, I know. Just another night of fucking off and doing nothing, right?" I asked in a humorous tone.
"You got that right! Have fun, and don't let any of these losers give you any problems." He walked off and let me finish my rounds for the day. The night came and instead of clocking out, I returned to my guard post for a double shift. Most of the night was spent staring at security monitors and doing some paperwork. Suddenly, I heard a couple voices from nearby.
"Hey, honky...how about you come over here and show us how strong you are?"
"Strong?! Looks can be deceiving, my nigga. I bet you this boy's weaker than a child."
I did my best to ignore them both. The two black men hanged their arms against the bars of their cell. I wasn't afraid of these criminals. These kids were younger than me and smaller than me. Not to brag, but my muscled body could beat these two senseless. They continued talking to each other about me.
"I bet this loser couldn't even beat us in a fight."
"Of course not! He's just a weak little white bitch!"
Finally hearing enough, I rose from my seat and walked over to their cell.
"You boys are in for a world of pain. I'll be damned if I let a couple of stupid niggers talk shit about me." I puffed out my chest as I made my way over to them. As I stood directly outside their cell, one of them shoved me back. As I fell down to the ground, he reached through the bars and grabbed my keys. I struggled to get back up before they unlocked their cell, but it was too late. With their cell unlocked, they grabbed me by the hair and dragged me inside.
One boy grabbed my nightstick and started hitting me with it, as the other boy started kicking me. Defenseless, I curled up on the floor and marveled at the furiosity of these boys. Even though they weren't even out of college yet, they hit and kicked harder than anyone I had ever felt. Feeling like I was about to pass out, I begged them to stop. "Please...I can't take anymore." The two boys ceased hitting me and stood over me with smiles on their faces.
"You hear that, brotha? This poor little white bitch can't take much of a beating." The one boy looked to the other one.
"Yeah. I guess he's not so tough now, huh?" The two boys pulled back their arms, as if winding up more hits. I cringed in the fetal position and begged them to stop.
"PLEASE, I'll do anything. Just don't beat me again!" The two boys let their arms fall down against their sides. They looked at each other with clever grins.
"You hear that? This white loser will do ANYTHING to get us to stop." He said, chuckling a bit. The other boy leaned down and grabbed me by the throat. With an incredible amount of strength, he lifted me up completely off the floor. As my feet dangled above the floor, he stared right into my eyes.
"You're gonna do exactly as we say, got it?" I seemed to be paralyzed by fear; no words would come out of my mouth. How was this young college student strong enough to lift me, a fully grown muscular man, completely off the ground? Something about these boys made me feel weak and inferior. "Listen, honky...you either give us what we want, or we'll kill you right here and now." While still trembling with his hand around my neck, I nodded my head.
"Yes...I'll do anything you want." The boy threw me down to the ground. I lay there, hoping this nightmare would end.
"On your knees, bitch!" I instantly rose to my knees. The two boys stood in front of me, rubbing at their crotches. I couldn't help but notice the massive bulges protruding from their orange prison jumpsuits. I could clearly see the outline of their massive cocks behind the thin fabric. They looked like strange third legs that reached down to their kneecaps. "Do you wanna see these big fat nigga dicks?" The boy said in a seductive tone. As they rubbed at their incredibly long bulges, I couldn't help but wonder what they looked like. I never cared for black guys; they're rude, violent, and never respect the law. But no matter how much I hated them...my brain couldn't stop thinking about how massive those dicks looked. I must have waited too long to answer, because the other boy wacked me with my nightstick.