Reverend Cash: Let Us Prey (11 page)

Chapter 25

The last twenty-four hours had been hard on Earl. Billy had kept a hard dick in him for most of them. In fact, he had a mouthful of dick when the guard stuck his head in and yelled for him to pack it up.

“Mgfghpi,” Earl mumbled, which translated to ‘I gotta go’ when you had a mouthful of dick.

“Okay,” Billy grunted and threw his hips into overdrive. A minute later he presented him with a going away present. The two shared a hug before emerging from the room.

“Yay!” the boys all cheered at Earl’s departure. This one would not be coming back. Mainly because he was eighteen, but also because he had a one way bus ticket to Atlanta, Georgia.

“Bye. Bye-bye!” Earl said as he skipped through the dorm. It wasn’t long after he left that the mood turned serious. All the boys scanned each other with the same thing in mind, who could they fuck now.

“Hell naw! Not me!” Cat Eyes shouted when a few eyes locked on him. He wasn’t gay or the least bit feminine, but he did have green eyes and that was close enough for the other boys.

“Well, somebody gotta get fucked! We needs us a fuck boy,” Ox proclaimed. It was a tense couple of weeks. Tensions flared and fights broke out. It was good thing Carl came when he did.

****

“New meat!” the guard shouted and shoved the new boy inside. Even he knew that the timid child was in trouble.

Carl Clay was also from Memphis, but just barely. He’d grown up in one of the upper, outlying, middle class neighborhoods. As far out as you could be if you were black. He was also black, but once again just barely. Although he had curly hair and his skin was high yellow, courtesy of his white daddy, it wasn’t enough to save him.

As a matter of fact, being light skinned with curly hair was enough to turn the boys on and his long lashes and girlish ways only made it worse. He wasn’t gay, but he had very feminine mannerisms from being raised in a house full of girls. He’d also been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth which meant he’d never did a hard day’s work which in turn left him soft and tender.

“All the way in the back, last room on the right,” Billy directed. There were plenty of open bunks but he wanted first dibs on the pretty boy.

“Thank you,” Carl replied and walked to the back with all eyes glued to his backside. Billy stuck his tongue out playfully as he followed him to their room.

“That’s yours,” Billy said and pointed to the bare mattress. “Make sure it’s tight come Monday fo’ inspection.”

“Thank you,” Carl said again fluttering his long lashes, making Billy hard.

“Mm hm,” Billy said watching him bend to make his bed. “So, what you did? Why you here?”

“Because I was greedy,” Carl admitted with a remorseful headshake. “I worked at the department store and stole some clothes.”

“You fucking?” Billy blurted from sheer desire.

“Excuse me!” Carl demanded and spun around.

“Nothin’” he said taking his reaction as a no. That only meant he would have to take his time and seduce him. “Got a gal back home?”

“Yes, I certainly do!” he replied exuberantly. His whole face lit up at the very thought of her. He couldn’t help but dig her picture out to show her off. He shouldn’t have, but he did.

“Pretty,” Billy grimaced when he looked at the picture of the gorgeous girl. He couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like him. They both had light skin and hazel eyes. Her sandy brown hair looked like a halo over her head.

“Yes, AnJanay is very pretty,” he said proudly. “She’s going to wait for me for my six months. Then when I get out we’re going to get married!”

“That’s nice,” Billy remarked. He was sincere in his sentiment, but still planned to fuck him. Her too if he could.

****

Carl stayed in the room all weekend and stayed out of trouble. That option was taken away from him when Monday morning rolled around. He was rolled out of the bed to work the fields like everyone else.

Billy debated on whether or not he should put him on the Elite Team to help tend the weed crop. In the end he decided the hard work might make his job a little easier.

“Pick cotton!” Carl shrieked in response to the answer of what they were doing there.

“That’s right nigga, pick cotton! Now you can do it with or without my boot in yo’ ass!” the guard clarified. The threat was enough to get him started.

“Sup with lil’ mama?” Ox asked once he and Billy got to the rows of weed. “You gon’ share or what?”

“She ain’t shakin’ nothin’ yet. Give me a second to put this pimpin’ on her,” Billy replied. The two went back and forth referring to the boy as a girl as they did. That wasn’t a good sign.

“After a few days in that sun she gon’ be relieved to suck some dick in the shade!’ Ox cracked and he was right.

****

“Y’all got ten minutes!” the guard yelled once they reached the dorm. Each dorm was allotted ten minutes in the shower so that supper could be served.

“New gal got a fat ass!” Cat Eyes called out when Carl got naked. He was relieved that he was no longer the object of desire.

“Yeah, he do,” Billy agreed. The life of privilege had the boy soft which in turn had Billy hard. He grabbed his erection and began to pull while staring at the boy. He wasn’t the only one. Almost everyone was jacking off in the shower and half of them were doing it with their eyes locked on Carl too.

“What the!” Carl screamed when he saw what was happening. The high pitch yell got a couple of the boys off instantly. He looked to Billy for him only to find that he was gunning for him too.

That was the first time Carl saw Billy masturbating but it wouldn’t be the last. As a matter of fact, it wouldn’t even be the last time he seen him doing it for the day. When Carl went back to the room he found Billy holding AnJanay’s picture in one hand and his hard greasy dick in the other.

“Give me that!” Carl demanded while stomping his foot like an eight year old girl.

“Here,” Billy said, extending his dick to the boy.

“Not that! Give me my picture,” the boy whined with a double foot stomp.

“One… second… mmm… just one… ugh! Shit! Whew!” Billy exclaimed as he got off. Now that he was finished he handed him his picture back.

“Ewwww!” Carl shrieked upon seeing that Billy had skeeted on it a little. He grimaced as he wiped it off before putting it away.

The next day Carl walked in to find Billy reading one of his letters from AnJanay and jacking off. He read it aloud in a girly voice and got himself off again. Things had gotten bad, but they were about to get even worse.

****

“Mane, you still ain’t cracked dat egg?” Ox asked again, like he had every day since Carl arrived two weeks ago. “And you say you s’posed to be a pimp!”

“I’m is!” Billy shot back feeling wounded by the other boy’s insult. He was doubting his pimpin’ and he took that personal. “Bet I hit that tonight!”

“Bet yo’ crown!” Ox dared. He only had a few weeks to go on his sentence and he wanted to be king, if only for a minute.

“Huh? Um… yeah. Hell yeah! I bet I hit that tonight. You gon’ hear it too!” he nodded confidently. “I’ma set it out too!”

“If you don’t, I will! I’ll sho’ you how it’s really done!” he shot back. The rest of the day was spent in silent contemplation of what was to come.

Carl held his head high and ignored the boys masturbating in the shower. His time got shorter by the day and soon he would be able to leave all this behind. He was almost surprised at not seeing Billy pulling on himself none that day. Then night fell and he found out why.

“Good night, my love,” Carl said to his girlfriend’s picture before giving it a kiss. He then laid it beside him on his pillow and flipped over to go to sleep.

Carl had a bad habit of sleeping on his stomach. Not only was it bad for the heart and lungs, but it was also bad because it gave Billy the opportunity to stare at the curve of his ass and jack off most nights, making him want the boy even more. Not tonight though. Tonight Billy stripped naked and crossed the room.

“W–wh–what are you doing?” Carl gasped when Billy landed on his back. His forearm on his neck held Carl in place while he tore away his underwear.

Carl let out a yell so loud and so shrill that it cleared the sleeping birds from the trees. Even they didn’t want to hear a boy get raped. Ox and a few other of the sicker boys smiled with glee upon hearing what was taking place. Others thrust their fingers into their ears to shut out the blood curling screams.

“Hush now!” Billy warned. He then put AnJanay’s picture on the back of the boy’s head and proceeded to violate him.

The violence of it got Billy off just as much as the feeling of being inside the boy. The combination of the two ended the rape quickly. Not ended in the sense of being over, more like in the sense that it provided a pause. After taking a break to smoke a stick Billy raped him again. Then again. He raped the boy again and again throughout the night. No, the apple sure doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Chapter 26

“You got lil’ mama walking around her’ bow legged! What it hit like?” Ox said when the two came out for breakfast. Carl was wandering around in a state of shock from the rape. He had a blank look in his eye as if he was being maneuvered by remote control.

“Pussy good and tight! I’ma see what that mouth talkin’ ‘bout tonight,” Billy said as if the boy wasn’t there.

“Mane, I thought you said you was gon’ set it out once you broke it in,” Ox whined.

“I’m is. Just give me a minute,” Billy vowed. Billy wasn’t much on honor, but he did believe in keeping his word when he gave it.

True to his word he raped Carl orally once the lights went out that night. Oddly, the boy didn’t even put up a fight this time. He just stared off with a blank look upon his face. The lights were on, but no one was home.

The next day the fields were buzzing with excitement at the upcoming events. Poor Carl picked cotton while all of his peers plotted and planned. As soon as they hit the shower they attacked.

Billy whistled as he washed his muscular body. He was behaving extremely casual while Carl was being gang raped. The other boys ravaged him two at a time. He was fucked from every angle and in every orifice until everyone had had a turn. Billy didn’t take part in the rape since he would have him all to himself later. That night Billy had his way with him.

****

“I can’t continue to live like this,” Carl told the smiling picture of AnJanay. “Just know that I’m always going to love you and that I’m sorry.”

Carl took his last night of abuse in stride. He managed to hold his head high while once again being gang raped multiple times and again later that night when he was once again raped orally and anally by Billy when the lights went out. He held his head high because he’d already decided that this would be the last time any of it happened. The next day while out in the fields he took steps to make sure that it never happened again. Those steps were in the direction of the gun line.

“Where you goin’, Nigga?” Cat Eyes asked when Carl started his march. Carl tilted his head in pride and kept on moving.

“Where you goin’, Nigga?” a guard asked. He got the same answer so he racked his rifle and asked him again. “I said where you goin’, Nigga?”

Carl took a deep breath, it would be his last, and took off running. The first shot deliberately struck the ground in front of him as a warning. When that failed to stop him the guard leveled his sights and as Carl stepped one foot over the gun line he gunned him down. The instant death froze a smile on the boy’s face, to be worn later at his funeral.

“What happened?” Billy shouted when he, Ox, and the other Elite boys came rushing to the cotton field. They’d heard the shouts and shots and came running to see who’d been shot.

“Damn fool tried to run off!” a guard explained in disbelief.

“That’s cold!” Ox lamented and dropped his head in sorrow.

“Shol’ is,” Billy agreed with a pained expression on his face as well. “Now who we gon’ fuck? Where’s Cat Eyes?”

****

I’ll be glad when this shit is over,
Cat Eyes thought to himself. He certainly couldn’t say it aloud with Billy’s penis in his mouth. He’d fought the good fight once Carl was killed but Billy was too much for him. He did, at least, give him a choice between head or tail. He’d chosen head to save his tail. In the course of his multiple bids he’d seen multiple boys who lost control of their bowels from anal abuse. They were left dropping turds while they walked, like horses did.

It was almost over since it was both he and Billy’s last night in jail. Ironically they shared the same birthday and therefore would be leaving on the same day. Billy had still insisted on one for the road. It too was almost over.

“Mmm baby, yeah AnJanay,” Billy moaned to the picture in his hand as Cat Eyes worked him below. Cat Eyes heard the moan and braced himself for what he knew was to come, literally. “Argh!”

“Ptoo!” Cat Eyes spat it out in an act of defiance. Over the last few months that would have been a no-no but Billy decided to let it slide.

“Cain’t wait to see my mama,” Billy admitted. He’d tried to hold a grudge against Lady since she’d never returned any of his letters. He’d sent one last one asking her to meet him at the bus.

“I cain’t wait to see mine either,” Cat Eyes sighed.

“Well, you better brush first. Don’t wanna kiss yo’ mama with nut in yo’ mouth!” Billy laughed. He always got a kick out of adding insult to injury. A blow job for the road was already bad enough, so Cat Eyes decided to keep his mouth closed so that he wouldn’t get one last ass whooping for the road to go with it. His day was coming, that much he was sure of. He was right too, his day was definitely coming.

****

Going to the same city on the same day meant that Cat Eyes had to share a bus with Billy. Cat Eyes stayed as close to the front of the bus as the law would allow while Billy headed straight for the rear. He turned his nose up as he walked passed Cat Eyes since he didn’t need him anymore. Let Billy tell it he was only gay in jail.

The late night sticks of reefer he’d smoked combined with staying up all night in anticipation of going home put him straight to sleep once the bus was in motion. He traveled light, only stuffing his pockets with reefer while leaving everything else behind.

“Hey Nigger! Nigger! It’s your stop boy!” the driver yelled. Billy didn’t budge so he marched to the back of the bus and nudged him with his foot. “Get up, Nigger! It’s yo’ stop!”

“Huh? Oh, thank you,” Billy said when he realized where he was. He thought the driver was being courteous, but he wasn’t. Billy had a ticket to Memphis and the driver was making sure that his black ass wasn’t going an inch further than that.

Billy stepped off the bus and inhaled a deep breath of home. He immediately identified what was different about it as well as what had stayed the same. A beat cop walking by reminded him of all the reefer he’d stuffed in his pockets and that it was time to go.

He twisted his lips as he scanned the area looking for his mama. Seeing Cat Eyes hug and kiss his own mama made him chuckle at his own inside joke. When he resumed his search for Lady an old bag lady caught his eye as she nodded on a bench. She wore a red dress just like the one Lady wore for special occasions. The lady was too run down to be Lady so he passed over her with his eyes. An hour later he accepted the fact that his mama wasn’t coming and lifted his feet to take the first of many, many steps towards home.

“Damn, err’body on the dope,” Billy sighed as he waded through the addicts like a low tide. He tricked himself into thinking that Lady was at home cooking up a big homecoming dinner: candied yams, collard greens, a big ol’ ham, hog maws…

“Dollar Bill!” a voice behind him called out accompanied by a car horn. Billy whipped his head around to see Leroy’s old Cadillac pulling to a stop. He began to twist his lips up again until he noticed that it was Byron behind the wheel.

“Boy, what you doing driving a pimp car?” he asked as he came over to lean into the open window.

“Cuz, I’m a pimp and dis my car!” his friend shot back. “Now get yo’ ass in, ‘less you tryna walk way to the pool hall!”

“I need to go see my mama fo’ I go anywhere. She probably done cooked me a big dinner,” Billy said now that he had thoroughly convinced himself of it.

“Um…” Byron said, looking back at the bag lady on the bench. He didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news so he didn’t say anything. “Nigga, you needs to get you some pussy! I gots me a lil’ stable now and I’ll be glad to set you out a lil’ bit.”

“First things first. I gotta go see my mama. Then I’ll fall through when I’m done,” Billy insisted.

Byron changed the subject by passing him a thick stick of reefer. Billy debated over showing him his own stash, and shook his head. The two made small talk as they smoked and rode.

“Look-it!” Billy cheered and produced AnJanay’s worn picture.

“Damn, she pretty! Who is she?” Byron wondered loudly.

“My gal. She been waiting on me,” he replied since he’d convinced himself of that as well.

“Want me to run you over there?” he asked ready to make a detour to delay what was in store for his friend.

“Nah, I’ll see her later,” Billy replied. He still hadn’t worked out the details to that situation. All he knew was that he was determined to make her his own. His desire for the girl had been marinating in his twisted mind for almost a year now. It was simmering in fantasy but would soon come to a full boil of madness.

“Okay,” Byron shrugged and continued to the Southside. Their conversation came to an abrupt stop when the Caddie came to a stop in front of Lady’s home. He slid Billy a small roll of cash as he got ready to exit the car.

The shot gun shack would have never had made it into Home and Garden magazine at its best, but seeing it at its worse took Billy’s breath away. He blinked rapidly hoping that the sight would change, but it didn’t. It took several attempts for him to manage to speak.

“I’ll… um… later,” he said as he stepped from the car. Byron stepped on the gas and pulled away.

The front door swung open allowing a feral cat to enter as a male junky exited. The man looked Billy up and down before scurrying off. The first step creaked loudly when he stepped on it but the second one snapped under his weight. He shook his head and continued on.

“Aaaahhh!” a female junky offered as soon as he stepped into the front room. The thought of sticking his dick into her raggedy mouth caused a frown to spread on his face as he passed.

“Mama! Mama!” Billy called as he marched passed the nasty kitchen. He grew up hearing sounds of sex coming from his mother’s room, so he paused when he reached it. Hearing nothing he tapped on her door. “Mama!”

Billy proceeded to open the door only to find a couple having sex. The mattress was now on the floor which did away with the usual squeaking. He was relieved to see that the woman on the receiving end wasn’t his mother, but that begged the question, “Where’s Lady?”

“She… down… town,” the man said not bothering to slow up his stroke as he spoke. “She… had to… pick… up… her… son.”