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The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental.
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CHAPTER ONE
The warden made the best use of the surveillance cameras every single day. It was his entertainment in this godforsaken shit hole. But today he had more direct interests and he was going to make sure he enjoyed himself.
"Ahh the little fiery one" the warden muttered with a low laugh as he circled Jamie, "You think the world has done you wrong eh? Oh we're going to do a lot more to you my dear. Teach you a very good lesson. You better pray your appeal goes pretty fast because I plan to break that little spirit of yours, bit by bloody bit"
Jamie stared straight ahead as his clothes were ripped off by the burly prison officers, trying not to think at all. He stood stiffly as the warden and his leery officers, Beef, Jones and Squeak (as they were known by the inmates) pinched and prodded his body.
"I would have shown you what it was to be fucked thoroughly by a man. If not for this bloody investigation going on" swore the warden as he stared at Jamie's genitals. The prison was being investigated on allegations about how it was run so he could not afford to have anything happen that could be connected directly to him and sex was one of those. Much as he would have loved to rip this fine young man in two and show him he was the king of this place.
The small man almost fainted in relief, now realising the reason for his lawyer's anger at the prison he had been sent to. It was a miracle he needed to survive this place; he needed that appeal to go through so bad. God help him.
The relief was short lived though for the warden continued.
"Since we can't get our hands dirty, so to speak," that got a roar of laughter from Beef and Weeney "We're going to put it in someone's else's hands...say...one of your friends...say Ace Grimes for instance. I hear you two have some history already right. Get Ace to solitary, now!" he ordered "I'm gonna enjoy tonight, that's for sure. Next time you'll watch your mouth when you even hear my name"
The officers rushed off, Jamie felt bile rise up his throat at the name mentioned and his hands curled into fists. Ace Grimes had tried to rape him twice now and his cellmate Roger had had to enlist his friends to help look out for his small cellmate all the time. He was forced to stay close to them all the time for that bastard seemed to know his every move. He could not believe the officers were going to offer him to Ace like a prize.
"I'd rather die" he spat out viciously.
The warden simply laughed for while. Then he stepped up to Jamie and punched him hard and fast twice in the gut. He crumpled to the ground, choking in pain and received three more kicks to his sides.
"Oh you may just die alright, by the time Ace finishes with that ass of yours"
Jamie stayed on the floor and tried to be invisible. His ribs hurt so bad he feared he may have cracked some. It looked like he really was going to die tonight.
Jones had stayed behind to watch him and got his own kick in just as the other two guards scrambled back in. Squeak spoke in his telltale gratingly tiny voice. He sounded like a mouse with a cold, hence his name.
"Err Boss" The warden who had sat back behind his massive desk, inclined his head in question, a frown creeping in. "Ace's been in some fight during lunch. He got stabbed in the leg. He's in the infirmary Boss, no chance of doing this one in tonight" Squeak finished, pointing at Jamie.
After a lot of swearing and cursing, the warden got out of his chair calmly. He walked round the desk so he was facing his guards.
"Find me someone to fuck this little bastard. And I mean now. Think. I'm not messing about"
"Yes Boss" they all muttered, uncomfortable in their fear.
Beef spoke up first, "What about Mr High and mighty."
"Ah, the big one who keeps to himself. Thinks he's better than the rest of us"
"You mean Foxton?" the warden knew who he was. He also hated his guts. Perfect.
"Is he gay?" asked Squeak, thinking for a moment. "I'm not sure he is..."
Warden laughed and rubbed his hands together gleefully "No he isn't. Even better. How could I have forgotten that pain in the ass? Thinks because he's got money he is a king in here. This will teach him, eh, kill two birds with one stone. Get him to solitary and no stories this time. Take this idiot over to solitary too, put them in together and come get me. We're gonna have some entertainment tonight, eh boys"
"No stories Boss."
Jamie's clothes were thrown back at him. He dressed slowly. His body ached.
Jamie lay in the dark, his heart pounding like a sledge hammer. His side hurt much less now but he was shaking like a leaf. He had ignored the bed and was curled up at the far corner, taking comfort in the solid wall protecting his back.
He waited.
When the lights flashed on about 45 minutes later, he jumped in fright, blinded for a moment for even though it was quite dim still, he had been in there for a while in darkness.
A huge man was dragged into the room by the three officers and dropped onto the bed. He sat up woozily for a minute to get his bearings. It was the tall handsome guy the inmates called the gentle giant. The few times Jamie had seen him he seemed to mind his own business and people respected him. He had even helped Jamie once with Ace, but he had seen them talking later so wasn't sure what the deal was. No friend of Ace was a friend of his, not that he wanted to be friends with a little man like him. He was also always staring at Jamie, which Jamie couldn't really complain about for he was always staring at him too. In fact the guy had caught him a few times to his embarrassment. If he was honest to himself, he knew he wouldn't have minded being friends with him, he had seemed...well...nice. Not any more though if he was replacing Ace.
Aside from the fact that he was taller than Jamie by over a foot, he was lean and muscular and looked like he could crush Jamie with his fist alone. He was a bit scary to be honest, but a bit magnetic at the same time. And the way he stared...gave Jamie goose bumps for some strange reason. He'd never been around such a huge man before so maybe it was simply fascination. It didn't occur to him that there were a good number of men of that same height in the prison who did not have this effect on him.
It seemed like he had been knocked out and was slowly coming to. Which was why it was so funny to Jamie that he asked if Jamie was okay.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"I'm fine. You on the other hand, look like a wounded deer in that corner. Your eyes are all hollow and one of them seems to be bleeding as well"
"I've been worse" Jamie muttered, staying where he was but wiping away the blood from the small cut on the side of his left eye. It was mostly dry so he guessed it had stopped bleeding now thankfully. His hands tightened around his legs as he took in the size of the man in the bed. He looked about Jamie's height sitting down, Jamie being only 5"2. Oh God. This was not happening. He didn't need this. He had already been in solitary for a week now for speaking back to the warden and he couldn't believe that was not enough punishment for the bastard.
The man frowned at his reaction to him but decided to keep his distance. The poor little man actually looked afraid. Of him. What was that about? He left him alone, deciding to wait and hear what that idiot warden had to say. He just knew in his gut that it wasn't good. The man hated his guts, he knew that much. No one in here who had money and didn't throw it around towards him was treated badly. He just wanted to be left alone to do his time and get on with his life.
The heavy door was unlocked and slammed open. The burly warden walked in, puffing smoke from his pipe. The two men cringed.
"Hello Mr High and mighty..." he addressed the bigger man in the bed. " Got something I need you to do for me. And let's be clear, refuse and you stay here for as long as it takes"
"What the fuck do you want now, you slimy bastard" The officers approached the huge man automatically and he got a good number of blows for his words. He was on the floor writhing in pain by the time the warden signalled for a stop.
He bent over, pipe in mouth and grabbed the man by the hair so hard that his neck snapped back. "See that pretty little boy over there...? Now you are going to fuck him for my entertainment tonight and whenever. Understand..."
"Fuck you" the man spat at him, "I'm not gay"
"Precisely why this will be my entertainment"
"And if I don't?"
"Ohhhh, lets see...starve you both in here till you fuck or die, whichever comes first. Need I say more...Better still, if you waste my fucking time tonight I'll get both your dicks cut off and fed to the guard dogs so you'll have no choice but to be a faggot. I'll simply say you both were trying to escape and the dogs got you"