The guard roughly released his arm and pushed him into the cell. The big metal door slid shut behind him and locked into place with a heavy thud. Brad had never been to prison before and this was the first moment that he wasn't being prodded/grabbed/pushed around by the guards through the various processes new inmates go through. Now he was finally by himself, looking at the cold gray concrete walls that would be his home for the next few years. Brad did his best to keep up a brave face, but at 5'8 and 130lbs, he could feel the guards and other inmates look at him like a piece of meat. It made him shiver and he didn't like it.
"Sup," said a deep, rumbling voice. It startled Brad and he jumped. A mass of blankets on the bottom bunk rolled over and a huge black man faced Brad. "I'm Tyree. This is my cell." Brad could see Tyree's eyes going up and down his small frame in his loose orange prison garb. A slight smile came onto the face of the huge black prisoner as he examined his new cellie. "I'm Bbb...Brad." He said, his nerve failing halfway through and his name coming out as a stutter. Tyree just smirked and rolled over. He was loudly snoring in a few seconds. Brad just sat down in a corner, not wanting to wake Tyree by climbing over him onto the top bunk. Minutes turned to hours and Brad fell asleep sitting, his head leaned against the cold cell wall.
Brad did not sleep well, and was happy when a loud buzzer sounded at 7am and the lights came on. Everyone began gathering by the door so Brad did too. He stood behind Tyree so he could go first. Brad swallowed hard ass he saw the other man's broad, powerful back and shoulders for the first time. Tyree was huge.
The inmates were led to a small cafeteria where they were rushed through in 15 minutes. Brad barely ate anything and he kept his head down. To his surprise, Tyree told him to sit next to him. Brad was secretly thankful. Maybe Tyree would protect him.
The inmates were lined up and marched into the yard after breakfast. Tyree began walking over to the bench press, which some other black inmates were already on. Tyree walked right up and glared at them. They hung the bar up and walked away without a word. Tyree took his shirt off and lay on the bench.
Tyree was huge. He had a shaved head and a short black beard, his muscular chest was covered with dense, curly black hair and his arms were covered in tattoos. At 6'2 and almost 300lbs, he was mostly muscle but with a little fat too. He lifted the heavy bar and held it over his massive chest. "Spot me, white bitch." The two other inmates, who were now waiting nearby to use the bench once Tyree left, snickered when they heard the word "bitch". Brad stood behind the bench and watched Tyree grunt and sweat as he lowered and raised the heavy bar. He then hung it up with a clang. "Your turn, white boy."
Not wanting to upset Tyree, Brad lay on the bench and grabbed the heavy bar. He couldn't even lift it out of the rack. Tyree and the other 2 inmates laughed. "I'll help you, pussy boy," Tyree said and stepped closer, his muscular thighs on either side of Brad's head. Tyree picked up and held the bar over Brad. then he slowly lowered it onto Brad's body. As he did, Brad felt something brushing against his forehead. to his horror, he realized it was Tyree's heavy but soft penis he felt through the fabric of his prison pants. Brad's face turned red but he didn't say anything. Tyree lifted the bar, and his groin, from Brad. The bar came back down for the second rep, and so did Tyree's massive bulge. It was almost on Brad's nose this time. Brad tried to turn his head to the side and could hear the other inmates burst out laughing. Tyree lifted and lowered the bar again for Brad, and this time he dropped his massive bulge right on top of Brad's mouth. Even though it was in his pants, Brad could smell the sweat and musk coming from Tyree's balls and he began coughing. He turned beet red.
"Buzzzzzzzz." Everyone began moving back towards the prison door. Yard time was over. "Bye, white bitch," the other two inmates jeered after him. Brad was still too shaken up by Tyree's behavior at the bench press to respond. The men were led back to their cells. Once there, Tyree immediately went to sleep, leaving Brad to think about what just happened.
It was now the middle of the night and Brad was awoken by sounds of movement coming from Tyree's bunk. Brad was already afraid of Tyree and pretended to still be asleep. Tyree's massive hand suddenly stung him across the face. Smack!
"Wake up, bitch. It's time for you to take care of your daddy." Tyree was standing over Brad with his shirt off. He also was slowly rubbing a huge bulge through his prison pants. Brad gulped. This was it. He would have to fight or he wouldn't get respect. That's how it worked in the movies, anyway.
"I'm... I'm not gay." was all Brad could say. Tyree laughed and continued to rub himself through his pants. Then his eyes narrowed and he bent down.
"Are you calling me a faggot, white boy?"
"nnn...nnno," Brad stuttered.
