Here’s a new sample — the entire first chapter — from Redneck Worship: The Prison Guard, a new story of redneck uniform alpha male worship!
Eric knew being a flamboyantly gay man in prison would mean he attracted attention. The fact that he was a male stripper with a pretty face and a tight ass made him an even bigger target. He wasn’t in bad shape, so he considered trying to act straight, to be tough, to take care of himself.
But he knew that wasn’t realistic. Eric had been flamboyant for so long there was no way he could pass for straight. Even passing for straight for a few minutes would be difficult; there was no way he’d make it five years.
So as he settled into his cell — at least it was a solitary cell, that made this quite a bit easier, he thought — he decided to lean into it. There he shook his ass as the other inmates called out to him. (Gonna take that, faggot! Gonna wreck it!) He smiled and pretended he wasn’t scared in the least.
In truth, if he had had an opportunity before being arrested, Eric would have paid good money to be prison-raped by (some of) the men who yelled out at him now. Of course it was very different now, when Eric couldn’t leave if he changed his mind, had to continue living with these people afterwards and couldn’t pick and choose who might come at him.
(Best start loosening up yo’ ass now, faggot, it’s gonna get tore up right soon.)
“C’mon, you gotta meet the work-counselor,” said a guard who suddenly appeared in the hall outside Eric’s cell. Eric had been so focused on making sure everyone saw his tantalizing ass that he had barely noticed. His plan right now was to sell himself up to whichever guy was the sexiest combo of big and tough without being fat or old. The guard, whose name-badge read Officer Martin, sneered a little as though disgusted. “Let’s go,” he said as he opened the cell door.
(Come back with lube.)
“I brought my own,” Eric said with a smile to the dirty man who leered at him as he walked by. He did not want to do anything with that man — he looked sickly and had sores all over his lips. Most of the men here were unappealing; that was one important difference he had noticed between real-life prison and movie-life prison — here, the vast majority of inmates were gross, ugly, fat or old. Only maybe five percent of the inmates here were even remotely attractive to Eric.
Officer Martin shook his head with disgust. He walked off the cell block, and Eric had to hurry along to follow. He smiled at the catcalls and hooting from the other prisoners, hoping he didn’t come across as nervous.
Brutewood Prison was a confusing network of cell blocks scattered among narrow corridors with low ceilings. Some of the bigger inmates had to stoop to walk, and Officer Martin barely fit through some of the doorways. He turned around halfway there, furrowed his eyebrows at Eric and frowned.
“You know they all know you’s a faggot, right?”
“They gonna fuck ya. You okay with that?” Officer Martin asked.
Eric nodded again. He blushed. “I can’t pretend to be straight, not for five years. So this will have to do. I’ve got a plan.”
There was a long pause. It sounded like Officer Martin wasn’t sure whether he should talk Eric out of this plan or not get involved. In the end, he just nodded and turned around. He went through a few more corridors, until he finally stopped at an office, where he knocked on the door.
No one answered. He knocked again and scowled. Then he made a phone call. After impatiently waiting a few moments, he tried someone else, then barked, “Hey, where’s Roger? What? No one told me. We got a new intake for him. Okay.” He hung up the phone and frowned. “Roger’s out. He got his appendix removed yesterday. Won’t be back for a couple days.”
“So you ain’t gonna have a job till he gets back,” Officer Martin said. “Not officially. But you can clean the staff locker room. They’ll pay you for that.” Without waiting for an answer, he walked down the hall in the direction they had come from. “It’s right down here.”
The locker room was small, cramped, and it stank of used clothing. Eric was horny as soon as he walked in, because he saw another guard walking out at the same time. There was a puddle of water in the showering area, suggesting that that guard had just showered; the thought of seeing him naked aroused Eric. He blushed. If only I had come here about five minutes earlier, he thought.
“You know…” Officer Martin said, then let his voice trail off as he shifted his weight nervously. He cleared his throat. “You would be best off gettin’ one fella to make you his punk.” He blushed. He was a redneck, and his face turned as red as his shoulders as he avoided eye contact with Eric. “That way he can tell every motherfucker out there that you’s under his protection.”
“I know,” Eric said. “Don’t worry, Officer Martin, it’s okay.” His heart thumped loudly in his chest as an idea popped into his head. Officer Martin blushed as though he didn’t often interact with gay people. Eric smiled coquettishly. “Do you have any ideas on who that fella should be?”
Officer Martin shrugged. “Just make sure he big.”
Eric nodded. “You’re pretty big.”
Now Officer Martin blushed redder than Eric had thought possible, until his face looked like a worried cranberry. He looked down at his feet and scuffed his boots against each other.
Eric gently reached out and fingered Officer Martin’s button-down uniform shirt. “I’ve never met a cock I couldn’t deep-throat,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can make it feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I’ll drain you dry so good you’ll drop your girlfriend.”
He frowned and shook his head. “No, I won’t. I love her-“
“I didn’t really mean that literally,” Eric said. “I guarantee she doesn’t suck cock like I do.”
“She don’t suck cock.”
“Not at all?”
“She hates it,” he said. He sighed and put his hands on his hips. “You know this is a sin, right?”
Eric nodded. “That’s one of the things I love most about it.” He sunk to his knees and grabbed at the bulge in Officer Martin’s uniform slacks. Officer Martin bucked and twisted his back as though he had no idea this was happening, then he brought his thick forearm up to block his field of vision. He looked like he wanted to gag at the thought of a man touching his cock.
The pants tasted like polyester and laundry detergent, but behind that was the scent of manhood, the odor of muscles burning with exhaustion from a hard day’s work. Officer Martin’s dick pulsated beneath the fabric of his pants, virtually begging him to suck it down.
His pants dropped to his ankles, and he blushed as Eric took in his dingy-gray briefs — he wore tighty-whiteys, which seemed to embarrass him. Eric had always thought they were sexy on the right kind of man, and this hairy redneck was precisely that type. He kissed the outline of Officer Martin’s cock.
Then he bared it completely, and swallowed it in one smooth motion. After talking himself up, Eric knew he needed to prove his worth, so he deep-throated on his first suck. He stretched his mouth open and gagged, but forced himself on until his nose was nestled in Officer Martin’s thick nest of unkempt pubic hair.
“Aw, goddamn, boy!” Officer Martin exclaimed, blushing as his cock rocketed to full erection in Eric’s mouth. “You wasn’t kidding. Uh-uh!”
Eric loved his animated reaction. Officer Martin’s knees went weak, and he had to use the bank of lockers for support. He let out a shocked gasp. He threw his head back. He choked over the pleasure suffusing through his body, as though it felt so good it was nearly painful.
Hey, David? Can you work tonight?
Officer Martin sighed and scoffed. It was obvious that he wanted to say no to the person whose voiced crackled over the radio, but it was also obvious that he was going to say yes. He shook his head. “My girl is gonna kill me.” Then he spoke into the radio. “Yeah. I’ll do that. Make sure Warden knows this’ll be overtime.”
There was a long pause. Then that male voice finally responded, sounding unsure now. Ten-four.
That was that. Officer Martin was unhappy and stressed out about working tonight, and he kept sighing as he grew more and more annoyed with every thrust of his hips at Eric’s throat. The veins of his cockshaft throbbed beneath Eric’s tongue.
“You do suck good,” Officer Martin said softly. “Don’t tell no one how much I like this. Tell ‘em I had trouble gettin’ hard. I mean… don’t tell no one about it, and deny it if anyone asks, but if you have to, tell ‘em I struggled to do it.”
Eric nodded with the cock in his throat. He had sucked off straight guys a few times before, so he wasn’t surprised by this request. He loved the uncomfortable way Officer Martin’s whole body shook as he fucked, as though his knees were weak from the surprising power of Eric’s blowjob.
He sighed as precum leaked copiously down Eric’s throat. There was even a redneckish drawl in his sigh, his accent shining through though he didn’t say any words.
“Aw, why can’t girls suck like this?” Officer Martin’s voice was low and throaty, growling, and Eric could hear his pre-climactic pleasure in the trembling tenor of his voice.
When he could tell that an orgasm was coming soon, Eric held his head still, letting that massive cock throb in his throat. Officer Martin gasped again, and clawed at the wall he still held onto for support. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a confused jumble of vocables.
Then cum coated Eric’s tongue. He shot a thick load, wad after wad of his creamy issue flying into Eric’s mouth. It tasted savory and bitter, like a plate of collard greens, but with a sweet and salty desert-like aftertaste, which Eric gurgled on merrily as he let the entire load drain down his throat.
“Fuck yeah! Swallow that, piggie!” Officer Martin said, then bit his lip as though he hadn’t meant to show such passion.
Even as Eric’s cream-coated gullet spasmed and his lungs cried out for air, Eric held on to Officer Martin’s cock like he wouldn’t let him go. He smiled at the sight of those redneck muscles writhing from exquisite pleasure beneath the uniform shirt he had never taken off. His neck was ruddy to begin with, but as he orgasmed, he turned as bright-red as his cheeks.
At last it was too much for Officer Martin, who pulled out. He gasped for air, and Eric did likewise, his voice hoarse and throaty as he recovered, fingers kneading the plump flesh of Officer Martin’s ass.
Chuckling nervously, Officer Martin had a shocked expression on his face. He avoided eye contact with Eric as he pulled his pants back up and did his belt.
“Damn, boy, you wasn’t kidding,” Officer Martin said. He sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell them not to mess with you. If anyone does, tell me.”