Part Three
Victor began to struggle as soon as the door clanged shut
behind Walker and him. Not a man to put up with acts of
defiancé in any way, shape, or form, Gant grabbed Victor by
the hair and pulled his head back harshly as far as he could.
"Listen, you prick. Fighting will only make it worse on you.
I will NOT tolerate any kind of bullshit. Understand?!"
When no reply was immediately forthcoming, Gant tightened his
grip on Victor's hair and yelled, "I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
The excruciatingly tight hold Gant had on Victor's hair made
it virtually impossible for him to talk, all he could do was
whisper a low and breathless "yes" in reply.
"Good." Gant told Victor in an almost sincere voice. Then
he stood and nodded his head at Walker, who took the signal
and released Victor's arm. The minute Walker let go, Gant swung
his fist and it landed squarely on the side of Victor's face.
Victor, completely caught unaware by the attack, fell to his
knees from the impact. Squatting down Gant grabbed Victor
under the chin and forced him to meet his eyes as he said to
the dazed man, "Don't faint yet, Smith. We're just getting
started."
Just as he had said that, another guard came in and interrupted
the scene by clearing his throat loudly to catch his commander's
attention. Gant turned to him with a furious look which made the
younger man very nervous. "Ex-excuse me, sir. But I, um, I have a
message for you. It's important" he stammered.
Gant looked back at Victor for another second before letting
him go. He stood up and said to Walker, "I want you to take
him to the examining room and make sure he knows who's in charge
by the time I get there." As Walker was dragging Victor away
down the hall he clearly heard the younger guard say to Gant,
"Warden Greer has been trying to reach you. He wants to talk
to you immediately. There seems to be a situation and..."
Walker jammed his key forcefully into the lock and kicked
the door open to exam room three with one booted foot. He
hauled Victor through and then kicked the door close behind them.
He pushed Victor to the floor and the agent hit the cold white
tiles like a sack of potatoes. Walker pulled his
baton out from his belt and began to hit Vic over the left
side of his ribs several times. The blows were hard enough to
create deep red and purple bruises along the bony protrusions
of Vic's ribs but not quite enough to fracture or break them.
From years of practice, Walker had learned exactly how much
force was needed to bruise a man and how much was needed to
break bones.
Victor made low guttural sounds through his beating but stub-
bornly refused to cry out. After a few more blows, the beating
finally stopped. It took a while for Victor to catch his breath
and when he was sure he wouldn't pass out from the pain, he
rolled onto his hands and knees and looked up to meet the guard's
eyes. "Look, man, I'm not hiding anything! I swear it."
When Walker reached for him, Victor couldn't help flinching
slightly as he thought he was about to be hit again. But instead,
Walker only wrapped his hand around Vic's left bicep. The guard
dug his fingers into the man's muscle and used the grip to pull
him up on his feet. "From now on, when Gant tells you to do
something, you do it. No arguments. the same goes for me. When
I tell you to 'jump', you ask me how high."
As if to emphasize his point, Walker pushed Victor against the
wall and pinned him there with his own barrel of a chest and by
holding the agent's face tightly by the chin with his large hand.
He stared at Victor with an intense gaze for a minute before
giving him a half smile and taking a step back while keeping
his grip on Victor's face. He forced Victor to turn his head
left, then right. Walker continued to scrutinize Victor for a
few more seconds in silence. He then made a "hmmph" sound and
finally released his hold on the agent's chin. Victor watched
the man warily as he took a few steps back, wishing he could
lift his own chained hands to rub some circulation back in to
his cheeks.
While leering at Victor, Walker stated casually, "Now I can
see why Gant would want to examine you himself."
Victor started in surprise. "What the hell are you talking
about?" he demanded uncertainly.
Walker gave a genuine bark of laughter at the agent's naÔve
question and the worried look on his face. "What? You can't
guess?" Walker shook his head in disbelief when he saw the blank
look on Victor's face. "Man, do I have to spell it out for you?
Alright, I guess I have to. Let me put it bluntly: Gant wants
to have his dick up your ass first before the rest of the
shitheads in this dump get a hold of you." Walker chuckled
nastily.
Victor gave Walker an incredulous look. "You-you can't be
serious. He can't do that! He's-he's the C.O.!" The idea of
Gant having the hots for him was fairly alarming to Vic; or
rather, the idea of any guy in this joint wanting to jump
his bones was alarming. And to think, he had been worried
about Mac's virtue!
Walker shook his head again and smirked. "Yeah well, you
just keep on believing that, sweetie, even while Gant is pounding
away on you. And I'm sure he will too since you're exactly his
type." Walker shrugged and uncrossed his arms, said in a
practical tone, "Get use to it, Smith. Sooner or later, every guy
in here is gonna try to fuck you. Gant just likes to do it
before everyone else."
Before Vic could respond, he heard the sound of the door
unlocking and in came the man who was being discussed. Gant's
eyes immediately trained on Victor even though his words were
directed at Walker instead, "You're needed in the tower for a few.
Tether the prisoner and remove his ankle chains. You can come
back in thirty minutes; the search should be complete by then."
As he said this, his eyes were sweeping up and down Victor's
body. The expression in his eyes were that of a predator. When
his eyes met Vic's again, he licked his lips.
"Gotcha," Walking replied knowingly to Gant. The guard
strode over to the table that stood against another wall in the
room and picked up a long and thick piece of leather that had
large silver metal clasps on either end of it. To Victor, it
resembled an extra long dog leash. He inhaled deeply in concern.
Walker returned to stand in front of Vic and reaching out
with an arm, he spun the prisoner around quickly. He clipped
one end of the restraining device to a metal loop at the small
of Victor's back which was attached to his waist chain. Walker
then reached a few feet over Victor's head and clipped the other
end of the "belt" to a large eye hook anchored in the tiled wall.
Kneeling down, he used his key to remove the cuffs and chain
that had restrained Victor's legs. When he was done, he strode
out the room without another word, leaving Victor alone for the
first time with Gant.
The way he was restrained made Victor feel completely helpless.
He knew the device would prevent him from moving any good amount
of distance in any direction. What Walker had told him about
Gant's intentions made him feel even worse and he was praying to
God that Walker was only trying to psyche him out.
Gant gave him another hard look before going over to the small
table. He began removing his pepper spray and keys and placing
them on the table next to a box of rubber gloves, a tube of lu-
bricant, and a set of the clothes that was the prison's uniform.
He left his baton hanging on the loop of his utility belt and from
the pocket of his uniform, he pulled out a small switchblade. As
he approached Victor, who was getting as nervous as hell, he pushed
a small button on the weapon and out popped a three inch blade
that looked very sharp.
"Hey, shouldn't there be another guard in here or something
when you search me?" Victor asked apprehensively.
Gant gave Victor an almost evil smile and replied, "Yeah but
he was needed elsewhere so I'm gonna start without him."
Placing the point of the knife underneath Victor's chin, Gant
forced the man backwards until his back was up against the wall.
He then reached out and grabbing the neck of Victor's plain white
t-shirt, cut through the thin material and split it down the
middle with a quick flick of his wrist. Victor looked down
wide-eyed at the trail of blood the blade left on his chest for
Gant had pushed the blade through his shirt too far. There was
only a faint sting from the wound for the cut was only superficial,
but it still alarmed Victor and moved him to protest angrily, "You
can't do this, dammit! You're violating my rights!"
"Rights?" Gant snorted derisively. "Rights. In case you
forgot, you're in prison now. My prison! So the only right here
is my right to do anything I damn well want to."
In one quick motion, Gant reached over with his other hand to
pull Vic's t-shirt out of his pants and completed his task of
cutting the shirt apart. He then forced Victor forward and away
from the wall by putting his hand on the back of Vic's neck firmly.
Walking behind Victor, he quickly cut the arms of the shirt with
practiced efficiency so that it fell away, down to the ground,
like a used Kleenex tossed carelessly away. Gant went back to
stand in front of his captive again, this time reaching out and
slicing off the top button Victor's jeans despite his protest.
When his blade caught in the small square opening at the top of
the zipper tab, Victor froze in horror, the thought of castration
ran across his mind automatically.
Luckily, Gant only used his knife to pull the brass teeth on
his jeans apart slowly, one by one. When the last pair of teeth
was separated, he pulled down both the agent's jeans and underwear
in one motion. His hands were cold against the warm flesh of his
hips, making Victor shiver in reaction.
Victor shot Gant a dark scowling look of disapproval and was
about to protest when the C.O pulled out his baton and before
Victor could react, thrust the weapon in between the agent's legs,
snuggly below his bare genitals. Victor sucked in his breath
sharply and blurted out, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Gant kept the stick where it was and pulled up on it slightly,
causing Victor some pain and discomfort. "Shut up and do exactly
as I say or I promise you won't make it out of this examining room
in one piece. Got it?" To emphasize his words, he drew the cold
wooden stick even further up, forcing Vic's balls up against his
body. Victor found himself rising to his tiptoes in order to
avoid the baton's unpleasant pressure against his balls. He
grunted and glared but did not reply. All he could think about
was if he wasn't chained down right now, he would beat Gant to a
bloody pulp. Being in chains made him vulnerable, a position he
did not like being in. All he wanted to do now was get this
strip-search over with so he could get back to Mac and their pod.
There was safety in numbers.
However, despite his unease, he still didn't think the C.O
was really intent on sexually assaulting him. He wanted to believe that
the man was just trying to intimidate him, to make sure he knew
who the top dog in the pound was. At least Victor hoped that Gant
was only trying to intimidate him.
Suddenly Gant pulled his baton out from between Victor's thighs
and replaced it back on his belt. Victor sank back to flat feet
in relief. He stared mutely at the guard, who by now was beginning
to perspire.
"Don't try anything stupid. I don't want to have to mess up your
pretty face," Gant warned as he kneeled down and pulled off
Victor's Nike Air runners and plain white tube socks. He reached
up and grasp-ing both jeans and underwear, tugged them down until
he had the material pooled around Victor's ankles. He left them
there, and standing up, instructed Victor to step out of his clothes.
Victor did as told, albeit reluctantly and with a grim set to his mouth.
Without looking down, Gant then used one foot to sweep away the
remains of Victor's street clothing The man stepped back and went
over to the table again to pull out a pair of latex gloves from
the box. He wordlessly pulled on the gloves before crossing back
over to Victor.
Victor was beginning to feel embarrassed about his state of
undress. What the hell kind of game is he playing?
Gant, on the other hand, liked what he saw, very much. The
minute he had laid eyes on Victor, he knew this was where they
would end up. He always got the new 'fish' first before they
were broken and ruined by the other cons. Gant knew that both
Smith and Jones would be the cause of countless fights between
men vying for sexual favors from these two new and great-looking
prisoners. He could've had both of them, but Victor Smith was
more to his taste than Mac Jones. Jones was younger and prettier,
but Smith had the kind of hard edge that Gant found hard to resist.
And he loved stealing the hard edge from the eyes of guys like Vic.
Not to mention the fact that Vic's big green eyes surrounded by
all those dark lashes were damn sexy.
When Gant finished his lewd appraisal of Victor, he went to
stand at the side of Victor and grasped the man's head to begin
the 'examination' for contraband. He tipped Victor's head to
look closely in. He did this for first the right ear, then the left.
Next he ran his fingers through Victor's very short hair, feeling
for pins, razor blades or any one of the myriad of small metal
pieces that convicts try to smuggle into the joint on any given day.
When he was satisfied with the head examination, Gant began the
body search by shoving his fingers in Vic's armpits and roughly
digging them around the dark hair there.
Though Gant could see that Victor didn't have enough chest hair
to conceal so much as a bobby-pin, he nevertheless ran his fingers
down the agent's chest and even brazenly running the palms of his
hands over Victor's nipples purposely, making the small discs
harden. Victor looked away in chagrin and tried to put his mind
anywhere else but here in the room with this man. Gant then gave
Victor a shove so that his back was once again against the cold,
tiled wall. Crouching down, he looked up at Victor and smirked,
"You never know where a con might try to hide things."
With that he thrust his hand between Victor's legs and ran a
gloved finger over his perineum before bringing his hand out to
cup Victor's scrotum. Victor cringed in response. After making
sure that Victor was not concealing anything underneath his balls
and in his pubic hair, Gant felt up both of Victor's muscular
legs. "Lift your foot," Gant commanded and Victor complied. The
man examined the underside of both of Victor's feet.
Satisfied, Gant stood up and reached into his uniform pocket to
pull out a small penlight. Instructing Victor to "open wide", he
shown the tiny bright light all around the inside of Victor's
mouth, checking it thoroughly. Done with that, he shut the light
off and re-pocketing it, stood and grabbed Victor harshly by the
neck to pull him forward. Gant pulled out his baton again and
tapped it in the palm of his left hand rhythmically as he slowly
circled around Victor.
"Let's see how your other orifice checks out!" Gant exclaimed
suddenly, as he swung and struck Victor on the backs of his knees,
adding another set of bruises to the ones that were already on his
ribs and in the middle of his stomach.
The blow caused Victor to buckle and fall as far as he could go
to his knees. Though he tried to stop himself, he cried out in
pain anyway. He was once again completely caught off guard and he
was at loss as to what caused Gant to strike out at him like that
out of the blue. As he knelt there bent over as far as the tether
would allow and trying to get some air into his lungs, Gant grabbed
a handful of Vic's hair and yanked him back up to a standing posi-
tion. Victor couldn't help crying out again from the burst of pain
he felt on his scalp.
Victor felt a sharp slap on his lower back and then Gant's arm
reaching around his hips to force him to bend over at the waist.
He was forced to straighten his knees; the position was very
uncomfortable for the backs of his knees were still throbbing
from the blow.
Kicking at Victor's ankles, Gant forced the agent's legs open so
that his feet were about two feet apart. "Don't move," Gant growled
into Victor's ear before walking away again.
Victor had felt cold when he had first been forced to strip, but
now his body felt hot and he was even sweating lightly as his legs
and ankles felt like they were on fire. Victor's head was beginning
to throb in time with the ache in his legs as he fought for balance
he brought his eyes up to see what Gant was doing and saw that the
man had put down his stick and was in the process of pulling on a
new set of latex gloves. Even from where he was, Victor could
see that Gant was sporting an erection. Oh shit. Not good! "What
are you doing?" asked Victor weakly suddenly feeling very tired.
Ignoring the other man's question, Gant removed his utility belt,
placing the heavy leather on the table top, then he picked up a
small tube of KY jelly and turned to show it to Victor. "I'm
thinking, a guy like you probably have seen enough action so I
don't think you'd be needing use of this." He raised his eyebrows
at Victor and then dropped the tube back to the table top.
"No way. Use it. Use the damn lube and get this goddamned body
search over with." Victor was surprised at how calm his voice
sounded even though he was at the point of panic underneath. The
thought of feeling that bastard's finger in his ass made him
downright nauseous.
Gant poked at the tube with his finger but did not pick it up
again. "Nah, I don't think you need it." He smiled cruelly at
Victor but the agent was no longer looking at him. Turning back
to the table, he dug around the box of latex gloves and found what
he was searching for, a condom. He had concealed it amongst the
gloves at the bottom of the box. He looked back at Victor as
he dropped the small foil package into his breast pocket. He
wanted Victor badly but at the same time, he was no fool; no
matter how clean Victor looked, the guy could still have AIDS.
Granted, his medical records did say he had tested negative, but
Gant wanted to play it safe. His wife would have his balls if he
came home with a case of the 'Clap', let alone a killer like AIDS.
He draped a small white towel over his shoulder then walked
behind Victor to admire his smooth, round ass. Gant loved it
when he had a prisoner in his control this way. Sighing, he
glanced quickly at his watch and saw that Walker would be back
in another ten minutes or so. Better get on with it, he
thought with a small degree of regret for he would've loved to
admire Vic's ass a little longer. He knew this would probably
be the last time he'll ever see them so perfect. Who knows what
condition Vic or his ass would be in after the other prisoners
were done with him.
With a slow lick of his lips, he put his left hand on the
small of Victor's back and without so much as a warning brutally
pushed his forefinger into Victor's dry, virgin rectum. Victor
howled in agony and tried to pull away from the probing digit
which was beginning to thrust in and out of his anus, but his
struggles were futile. The tether saw to that. Now Victor knew why
Gant had wanted him restrained that way; not to make an attempt at
escaping from the room impossible, but to make escape from Gant
impossible.
Mac stood in line unfettered and naked awaiting his turn to
be checked. He started when he suddenly heard a scream. Though it
was muffled by cement walls and steel doors, Mac knew immediately
that it was coming from Victor. His heart was racing and the
hairs stood up on his arms. Jesus. Victor, what the hell are they
doing to you?, he thought frantically.
All of a sudden he was very, very afraid for his partner.
Gant laughed and pushed in another finger to go with the two
that were already inside of Victor. He had long since determined
that Victor was in fact clean of any illegal drugs and devises. He
knew that the dry entry would be painful for his captive, but that
only made his erection all the more harder. In fact, Victor's
struggles turned him on more, confirming the fact that he was in
total command of the whole situation.
Victor fought to control his breathing and his body's reactions,
thinking that this would be over soon. All he had to do was endure
the disgusting and agonizing intrusion for just a little while more.
To his extreme relief, the invading fingers were finally pulled away.
Somewhere behind him he heard the sound of paper ripping. Confused,
he was about to turn his head to see what was happening when to
his total shock and horror, Commander Gant shoved his sheathed cock
all the way into Victor's ass with one hard, deep, and brutal thrust.
Victor screamed. The pain was so excruciating that Victor thought
he was going to pass out. In fact, he was fervently hoping he would
so that he would no longer have to feel the searing hot pain
caused by the ripping of his tender tissue by Gant's barbaric and
unrelenting cock. Victor heard someone screaming in time with Gant's
thrust, and it took him a moment before he realized it was himself.
No! I am not giving him the satisfaction. And with that, he bite
into his lower lip hard, hard enough to draw a spurt of blood, to stop himself
from screaming anymore. He couldn't help emitting slight grunts,
but at least that was better than screaming.
Gant grabbed a hold of Victor's shoulders and dug his fingers
into the flesh. The man beneath him had since ceased to struggle
and holler. He was so tight that Gant knew that he would be able
to last more than a few seconds longer. He leaned over Victor's back
and increased his pace. Then he leaned over further and did something
he had never done to another felon: he bit the back of Victor's neck,
hard. Not quite hard enough to break the skin, however, but hard
enough to leave teethmarks and a bruise that would stay for a few
days.
Victor could feel every thrust as Gant pushed into him faster and
faster; he could even feel the hot drops of sweat that poured off of
Gant and landed on his back. He no longer had the strength or the will
to keep fighting. Victor could feel the sweet sensation of blackness
coming over him as he wanted nothing more than to fall into the darkness
of oblivion. But before he could fully pass out Gant grunted his
pleasure loudly and came. As soon as Gant was finished cumming he
pulled out. He watched as Victor fell to his knees, unable to support
his body any longer.
Thoroughly satisified, Gant looked down at his cock and saw that he
had a good deal of blood on his condom. Carefully, he peeled off the
used latex and tied a knot in the end, tossing it into the trashcan
that sat near the table. Gant used the towel that was draped on his
shoulder to quickly wipe up some of the blood, mixed with semen, that
stained Victor between his buttcheeks. Then he pulled up his pants and
refastened his belt buckle. As he walked away from the kneeling man,
who was oblivious to his surroundings; he peeled off his gloves and
tossed them in the trash along with the towel.
Gant straightened his uniform one last time before turning to look
at Victor, who was beginning to pull himself up into a standing posi-
tion in a very slow fashion. When he was upright, the agent leaned one
bruised shoulder against the wall in order to support himself.
Victor's mind was numb with shock. He couldn't believe that Gant
had raped him. His brain couldn't accept it. Didn't want to accept
it. His whole body suddenly felt very cold and he wanted to withdraw
into himself completely until he no longer existed.
Gant continued to watched Victor steadily. After a few minutes,
he said in a light mocking tone, "I guess you were right. I should've used
the lube." The lock clicked then and both heads in the room turned
to see Walker come into the exam room. Gant refastened his belt and
replaced his pepper spray, keys and baton on it and started to leave.
But just before leaving the room, he turned around quickly to Victor
one last time and said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "I told you
your ass was mine." He then walked out the door and shut it quietly
behind himself.
As soon as the bastard was out of the room, Victor's legs gave out
and he slid to the floor in a daze. Walker shook his head contemp-
tuously. "Man, are you weak. You've only been fucked once and you're
already broken? You sure as hell aren't gonna last long in here," he
taunted.
It took a beat for the words to sink in, but when they did, Vic
turned to Walker and glared at him, his eyes shooting daggers. Walker
only laughed. "Hey, and I haven't even had a piece of you yet. Why
don't you save your poison until I do?"
With that, Walker walked over to the table to pick up Victor's new
prison uniform and a small bag with the necessary toiletries. Victor's
hard gaze never left Walker's face but the other man only chuckled in
delight. He undid the harness that was holding Victor to the wall
and grasping Victor's arm roughly, gave him a hard tug to make him
stand up.
"You think you're in trouble, wait 'til the other guys see your
podmate," Walker said as they left the exam room.
Part Four
Mac and the rest of the chain gang were standing in a
single file and facing a door that would take them to the
large shower room for prisoners who were being processed.
Mac stood at the end of the line of men, and in his arms
he was holding his prison garb along with towels, a bar
of soap and a razor. The men stood in silence, waiting
impatiently for their turn in the shower.
"What's the friggin' hold up? It's colder than my ex-
wife's snatch in here! When are we goin' to the showers?"
complained one of the two scruffy white guys.
Officer Wang strolled over to the complainer and wrin
kled his nose in disgust as soon as the stench emanating
from the scraggy con hit him. "Jesus Christ! Gorman,
you smell like garbage. When's the last time you saw a
bar of soap?" Wang looked the man up and down and shook
his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know. And you'll
go to the showers when I say you can, so shut the hell up."
Wang turned and walked away without waiting for a response,
relieved that he was no longer breathing in the prisoner's
rank odor.
A few minutes later, the door that led to the other hallway
clanged open. In walked Victor, naked with his head down
and clutching his bundle of clothing and toiletries bag tightly
to his chest. Mac turned his head to look as Walker, who
had a tight hold on Victor's left arm, brought him across
the room to stand in line behind Mac. The other convicts,
who had turned to look at Victor when he came in, now
turned their heads quickly back to look straight ahead.
All the men knew to mind their own business; it was advice
to live by in a place like Kensington. Mac, however, did
not turn away; he stared wide-eyed at his partner, unable
to take his eyes off of Victor and the abused shape his
body was in.
Victor had glanced up at Mac quickly when he came into
the room, but other than, did not look Mac in the eye di-
rectly. He couldn't bear to. Victor was sure that Mac
only needed to take one look at him to guess what Gant
had done to him during the search. He felt a burdening
sense of shame and anger; anger that was directed at himself
for getting into this situation and then letting that
bastard rape him. His body ached all over, but it was
nothing compared to the ache in his rectum which was mag-
nified by the torment he felt in his mind. He didn't
think that pain would ever go away; it would be a permanent
reminder of what he had allowed another man to do to him.
A reminder of his moment of disastrous weakness. Never.
I am NEVER gonna let that happen to me again. In his line
of work he was used to being shot at, even captured and
confined, and on occasion beaten, but never did the scum
that he dealt with on a daily basis try to do anything
remotely close to what Gant had done.
Victor bit down on his lip, which was still bleeding
from earlier when he had bitten down on it, tasted the coppery blood and he swore
to himself that he will kill anyone who would come near
him from today on for as long as they were in here. And
he would rip anyone's eyes out if they so much as mention
the incident.
"Alright, you assholes," Leary was saying, "Time to
shower. Man, Gorman, you stink!" Somewhere in the line
one of the other cons agreed with both guards' opinion
by grumbling, "No kidding." With a grimace, Leary pulled
his keys out to unlock the door to the shower room and
waved the men in.
Mac desperately wanted to turn around to take a better
look at Victor, to talk to him but Wang, who was at the
back end of the line, stated severely, "No talking in
the ranks you shit heads, so shut up."
As Victor went past Wang, the guard noted the bruises
running up and down the left side of the agent's body
and immediately recognized Walker's handiwork. He really
did a number this time. He must have a thing for this guy,
Wang thought and shook his head in sympathy.
Wang and Leary waited on the other side of the only
entrance to the large open shower room. Not so much as
to give the men their privacy, but rather, neither guard
wanted to get wet. And besides, they liked to sneak a
smoke during showertime so they wouldn't have to wait for
their coffee break.
The shower room was large, about thirty feet in width
and length with thirty long shower heads. There were no
dividers to provide any kind of privacy for the inmates so
the men who were podmates quickly paired up to take their
showers together away from everyone else.
Victor and Mac stood side by side, showering in an un-
comfortable silence. Victor's silence was due to his inner
turmoil while Mac's was due to the fact that he didn't
quite know what to say. He didn't even know how to ask
Victor what had happened even though he was dying to find
out. While he pondered about it, Mac turned around to let
some of the hot spray wash over his back. He watched the water
from the showers swirl down the large drain hypnotically.
Suddenly he saw the water change from clear to light red.
Startled, he continued to stare down at the drain for a few
more seconds before it finally registered in him that he was
seeing blood mingled with water going down the drain. He
knew it couldn't be any of the other four cons since they
were too far away and he knew that the blood definitely
wasn't coming from himself...
Oh shit! It's Victors! As soon as the realization
struck, Mac snapped his head up to look at Victor, only to
find that Victor was watching him. He had been looking at
Mac as he was watching the blood go down the drain. From
the nasty scratches down his chest to the round purple
bruise that circled his navel, the result of being hit with
a baton, Victor was six feet of black and blue. Mac couldn't
help but notice the purplish-red bruising along his partner's
ribcage as well. Earlier, when Victor turned around to
face the shower spray, Mac had caught a glimpse of the backs
of Victor's knees and saw that they were also a nasty shade
of violet, mottled with red and blue streaks. However, Mac
didn't think the bruises or the small scratches down Victor's
chest were the cause of the red run off, so what could it be?
Then he noticed something else: there were several small
bruises up and down Victor's thighs and buttocks which had
small bleeding lacerations. The bruises looked like they
could have been caused by fingers...
Oh God Mac met Victor's eyes again. He had a sick
feeling that something more than just a thorough strip search
had taken place in that room with Gant. Mac saw a look of
immense sadness flicker across Vic's eyes for just one split
second before a mask of coolness and detachment settled over
the other agent's features again. He continued to hold Vic-
tor's eyes even though the other man was completely unreadable.
Finally, Mac cleared his throat and whispered, "Victor, what-
what happened to you in there?"
At first, Mac didn't think Vic was going to reply; but
after a long pause, the other man finally gave Mac a weak
smile and replied, "I'm okay. Really. Ga-," Victor swallowed,
"Gant just got a bit carried away with the c-cavity search is
all." When he saw Mac glance at his ribcage, he added, "Wal-
ker got a bit rough showing me who the 'real' boss was. And that fucking asshole Gant used a couple of more
fingers than he needed to when he was searching my...ass for
hidden objects." Victor shrugged his shoulders and tried to
smile at Mac again, attempting to not only reassure his partner
but also himself that he was indeed okay. "I'm fine, really,
Mac. Gant, he...tore me up a bit but...that's all." As an
afterthought, he added, "I'll live."
"Gant!" Mac growled, "That bastard! I hope he's involved
in all of this so I can have the pleasure of kicking his ass
all over the Agency's interrogation room! I'll give HIM a
cavity search!"
Victor turned away quickly to maintain his deceivingly
calm facade. As he started soaping up his short hair, he
mumbled, "I hear ya, brother."
Kensington was the newest prison in the country with state-
of-the-art facilities. The entrance to the prison, which also
served as an exit, was controlled by a fail-safe computer sys-
tem with a built-in back-up system in case of a power failure.
In addition, the 'main gate', as it was called, was monitored by
four guards who were safely ensconced behind bullet proof glass.
Each cell block had one control room which enabled the officers
to monitor the whole block. The control room had ten monitors,
each connected to a different camera that continuously recorded
the movements of the population within any particular cell block.
In addition, the control room guards also had to give permission
to anyone who wanted to enter or leave the block since they o-
perated the automatic lock on those doors. The guards that walked
the blocks only had keys to the rooms within the block—even they
could not enter or leave the block they were in without the guard
in the control room granting access. As a result, the hacks
maintaining peace inside the blocks were as much a prisoner as the
inmates themselves. They basically had to rely on the men in the
control room to get them out of harm's way should the need arise
since they only carried a baton, cuffs, and zap straps. The
actual artillery was kept locked up in the control room.
Kensington consisted of five prison blocks, which was basically
five buildings surrounding a large courtyard. Block A and B sat
side by side on the north side of the property and housed felons
whose crimes ranged from auto theft to multiple murders. The two
blocks were connected to each other in two manners: underground,
there were a series of service tunnels, corridors and hallways.
The underground service tunnels and hallways were off-limits to
the inmates; only guards and other employees of the prison were
allowed to use them. The corridors were open to the inmates; the
men were allowed to come and go through these corridors without
requiring permission since they were connected to the various work
stations, the weight room, gym, and library. Basically, almost every-
thing was undeground save for the cafeteria, kitchen, and a lounge for
the smokers since smoking was not allowed anywhere else. As a
result of this arrangement, the underground walkways were a maze
of storage closets, serviceways, and locked doors.
Block A and B was also connected on the first floor by a common
cafeteria and kitchen which took up half the length between the
two buildings. Behind the cafeteria and facing the courtyard was
a fenced area with basketball courts set up for the inmates of
the two blocks. Due to the volume of inmates and in an effort
to cut down on gang affiliations and activity, both blocks, each level
was assigned a specific time to be outside in the courtyard.
C Block, which was on the east side, was a building standing
unto its own. It consisted of two floors of solitary cells,
three-fourths of which was currently occupied by inmates who
were sentenced as either a punishment for unruly behavior or
for their own safety. If a convict 'ratted' out another convict,
he would usually end up in a cell all alone in C block for his
safety. All meals for the inmates of C block were cooked on-site
in a small kitchen by a company contracted from the outside by
the prison. This was done to eliminate any chances of vengeful
inmates tampering the food.
D Block held the sexual deviants and rapists. They had to
be kept segregated from the rest of the regular population for
their own protection. Past experience from other prisons taught
the administrators of Kensington to segregate the sexual deviants
since they usually didn't live very long. Child molesters es-
pecially, would get beaten to death after only a week in prison.
So to prevent lawsuits and filing reports, the planners of Ken-
sington decided to let the sexual deviants and rapists have their
own block completely.
Finally, E Block housed the criminally insane. It was a secure
psychiatric ward with qualified psychiatrists and doctors
to look after the inmates. E block sat on the west side, sur-
rounded by large chain-linked, razor-wire topped fence. It was
also a block with it's entire own facilities including the same
company cooking it's residents meals too. Even their guards
were trained physciatric nurses.
Mac and Vic were assigned to Block B. Even though the two
buildings were joined, the men in A and B blocks rarely got to
interact with one another since recreation and meal times were
scheduled so that the two different blocks were never together
at the same time. There were sixty-four pods on each level of
Block B; the pods were split evenly down the middle by a walkway
so that there were thirty-two pods on each side. At the moment,
all the prisoners were standing in front of their pods waiting
for the after-lunch headcount to end before moving off to their
individual duties or recreational activities for the afternoon.
Wang had the guard in the control room buzz open the main
doors and then directed the newcomers into Block B. All of the
men in the group looked around at their new environment. Mac
was amazed at the low hum that was vibrating throughout the
whole place. The prison in Hong Kong had been noisy as hell;
the inmates were especially excited when new blood was coming
in. But compared to here, this place was as quiet as a tomb.
The inmates were just talking amongst themselves and at a
relatively discreet sound level at that. The room itself
looked sunny and strangely cheerful due to the large, very
thick paned windows at the end of the walkway. Mac's
expectations of what it would be like coming in here were
beginning to go way off the mark of what he had envisioned.
The prison in Hong Kong was a dark and dingy little craphole
compared to here.
To Victor the place sounded like the world's largest bee-
hive. Victor was in awe at the shear volume of people in such
a small space while impressed at the same time by how controlled
they seem to be.
The men were given their pod numbers and then instructed
to follow Wang. He pointed each pair to their pods. During
this time, an eerie hush had come over the block as the inmates
finally noticed the newcomers and focused all their attention
on them. When the last pair before Victor and Mac were shown
their pod, and as if on cue, a barrage of cat calls aimed entirely
at the two agents began.
"Ooohh eee! Fresh Fish!" someone yelled, it was followed
by a string of kissing and obscene smacking noises, mixed in
with the standard wolf whistles. Victor's cheeks reddened
slightly as his brain began picking out the various catcalls
and taunts being yelled out to Mac and himself. He heard
someone close by shout out, "Hey baby green eyes, need a daddy?"
He tried to maintain a tight control over his emotions,he
was extremely uncomfortable with all the shouting that was directed towards him. Still,
he held his head high and found that anger and resentment was
slowly bubbling to the surface, replacing the discomfort he felt.
It was all he could do to not give into the rage of being on
display. Victor wanted to know how Mac was doing, so he hurried
and fell into step beside his partner. He glanced over at
his partner and saw that Mac's face was barely reacting to
the shouting and whistling at all; the only thing to give him
away was the slight pink tinge to his ears.
Victor heard another taunt, "Lamb chops for dinner tonight,
gonna eat me two of them!" He looked at Mac, who apparently, had
heard it too.
Mac smiled reassuringly at Victor and whispered
out of the side of his mouth, "It's almost over." In reality,
it had only taken the men less than one minute to walk the long
stroll to their pod, had felt like a life time to Victor.
He was not use to this at all, he had never actually
been in with the regular prison crowd during the brief time that
he had been incarcerated.
Wang unlocked their pod and the men hurriedly followed him
in. He had to close the door in order for his instructions to
be heard; the shouting was that loud. As he began to speak,
a buzzer went off, signaling the end of the headcount, and
the main doors that lead to the various work and recreational
areas were unlocked. The rowdy B Block population began to
slowly file out of the living area, making it possible for Wang
to speak in a normal voice.
"If I were you two, I'd be careful about walking around
alone for awhile...," he said with a smirk as he glanced over
his shoulder at some of the cons who were still standing out-
side of their pods and staring in at them. He turned
back to the men and added, "I have a feeling you'll be the
favorite...ah...targets for some of the more aggressive guys
in here. Don't worry though, that will probably change as soon
as someone transfers out some new guys come in."
He yelled at the lingering inmates to move on before turn-
ing back to the two men and continuing, "Here's your rules sheet
and rights book." He handed both Mac and Vic sheets of paper
and a thin pocket size booklet. "Read 'em and learn 'em both."
At the sight of the rights book, Victor wanted to laugh out loud.
After what happened to him, he knew that booklet had no real
meaning in a place like Kensington. It was all just a bunch of
bullshit. Smoke and mirrors. But instead of saying anything, he
simply gripped the booklet tight and took a deep breath con-
trolling his emotions.
Wang flipped a page on his clipboard and then said to the
men, "Smith you've been assigned to the library." Victor turned
and raised his eyebrows at Mac as if to say Lucky me. "Jones
you will be working in the kitchen."
"What?" interjected Mac, "The kitchen? I don't know the
first thing about cooking." Mac scowled at Victor who was
holding back the first genuine laugh he felt like having in
this hellhole.
"Shut up," Wang said mildly. "We have cooks, Jones.
You'll only be helping out with the prep work and clean-up. Sort
of a glorified busboy. You're actually replacing the last guy
who dis—" Wang hesitated and thought about it for a beat
before amending his words with, "...who was granted an early
release." He cleared his throat and then continued, "Supper's
at six sharp. Meanwhile, you can stay in here and get to know
the rules and regs. There's a map in there of the place so you
know where to go. Tomorrow morning you can start your duties
at nine in the morning." He handed each man another piece of
paper. "Here's your time schedule with a description of your
duties and the name of the trustee you need to report to at the
top of the page." With that said Wang turned and exited the pod.
The minute Wang left, Mac turned to Victor and said angrily,
"How come I've got to work in the kitchen? Huh! Can you tell
me that? Grunt work...."
"Mac...." Victor, finally finding some humour in the day, was trying not to laugh at his partner.
"She hates me Vic, I'm telling ya, her and Dobrinski. They
cooked this up, they're out to get me, I swear...."
"Mac, listen to me will ya? Calm down."
Mac who was pacing across the small room stopped and looked
at Victor, "What?" he huffed. Victor wanted to say he was
sure that the Director probably really didn't have a whole lot
of control over what was happening to them here; it was obvious,
considering his very unpleasant experience with Gant earlier
that morning. But then he thought better of it since he knew that
would lead to questions about what DID happen to him so he
decided to say instead, "Now listen. We were placed according
to our dossiers. Remember? The Director probably padded my
sheet hoping they would put me in the library, so I could try to
uncover any paper trail to the four missing men. You know,
scope out any connections with the guards or other personnel
working when the men went missing. Besides, everyone knows
that I'm way better with a computer than you are. She no doubt
made your paper work look like you would be best in the kitchen
because that's where three of the guys who are missing were
detailed, including Joseph Carter, the last guy.
"Also, since you're closer in age to the missing cons than
I am, she probably thought you could serve you up as bait, or
attempt ot atleast. The guys who are in on the disappearances
might try to contact you use you're in your mid-twenties like the
other three."
Mac stared dubiously at Victor but eventually he realized
the logic behind the placing. "All right. " Mac said amicably.
"But who says you're better on computer?"
"Ohhh, just 'bout everybody," Victor teased.
"Bullshit."
Victor smiled at Mac and then handed him the sheet with
the in-house rules of what they were not allowed to do. "Here,"
he said, "Read this and I'll go over the prisoner's rights
manual." Reminded then of what Gant had done to him earlier,
he stopped smiling immediately. In an effort to disperse the
disturbing images from his thoughts, he asked Mac, "You a top
or bottom man?"
"What?" Mac mumbled before he realized that Victor's unin-
tentional double entendre`. He blushed faintly but managed
to collect himself.
"I said, do you want the top bunk or the bottom; either way,
I don't care."
"Ohh, yeah. Um, I'll take the bottom if you don't mind."
Mac replied.
"Okay." Victor made his bed up quickly and climbed on top
of his bunk. He picked up the manual and tried to read it, but
still could not keep his thoughts from wandering back to Gant
and the rape. The more he thought about it the more dis-
tressed he felt. He could hear Mac below him trying to settle
in on his bunk and somehow he was calmed by the thought that
if he and Mac could just stick together then everything else
should be okay. Of course it would be difficult to do during
their library and kitchen duties, but he was prepared to fight
to kill anyone who got too close to him. Not that he was
expecting much trouble anyway since the library didn't exactly
strike him as the hotbed for perversion. He hoped Mac could
take care of himself too when he wasn't around.
Before long, Victor's eyes began to grow heavy and before he knew
it, he was sleeping a restless slumber and dreaming unpleasant
visions of Gant, Walker, and the violation he went through.
Mac put down the sheet he had been reading and studied
the bunk above him. He could tell by Victor's regular, even
breathing that he had fallen asleep. As he watched the mattress
above him shift with Victor's restlessness, Mac wondered again
what was bothering him. He knew that Victor was more bothered
by the rough strip search than he had let on. The casual dis-
missal of the event did not fool Mac at all; something else
must have happened. He had an idea about what did; after all,
he had grown up on the streets and had even been an prisoner
himself before. He knew how the world worked. He had a
feeling Vic probably didn't even encounter any problems during his
brief prison stint, like he would here, so the entire experience of being 'paraded' to their pod no doubt
came as a horrible shock to Victor. Mac hoped Victor could find the
strength within himself to deal with it. He knew that no
matter what he tried to say to make Victor feel better, in
the end, it was still going to be up to Victor to mend himself.
Mac closed his eyes and began to slowly drift off himself.
As he slipped into his dreams, the image of Victor standing
naked in the showers next to him popped into his head and
he was not at all surprised to feel his body rewarding him
with a very sizable erection.
Part Five
Mac and the rest of the chain gang were standing in a
single file and facing a door that would take them to the
large shower room for prisoners who were being processed.
Mac stood at the end of the line of men, and in his arms
he was holding his prison garb along with towels, a bar
of soap and a razor. The men stood in silence, waiting
impatiently for their turn in the shower.
"What's the friggin' hold up? It's colder than my ex-
wife's snatch in here! When are we goin' to the showers?"
complained one of the two scruffy white guys.
Officer Wang strolled over to the complainer and wrin
kled his nose in disgust as soon as the stench emanating
from the scraggy con hit him. "Jesus Christ! Gorman,
you smell like garbage. When's the last time you saw a
bar of soap?" Wang looked the man up and down and shook
his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know. And you'll
go to the showers when I say you can, so shut the hell up."
Wang turned and walked away without waiting for a response,
relieved that he was no longer breathing in the prisoner's
rank odor.
A few minutes later, the door that led to the other hallway
clanged open. In walked Victor, naked with his head down
and clutching his bundle of clothing and toiletries bag tightly
to his chest. Mac turned his head to look as Walker, who
had a tight hold on Victor's left arm, brought him across
the room to stand in line behind Mac. The other convicts,
who had turned to look at Victor when he came in, now
turned their heads quickly back to look straight ahead.
All the men knew to mind their own business; it was advice
to live by in a place like Kensington. Mac, however, did
not turn away; he stared wide-eyed at his partner, unable
to take his eyes off of Victor and the abused shape his
body was in.
Victor had glanced up at Mac quickly when he came into
the room, but other than, did not look Mac in the eye di-
rectly. He couldn't bear to. Victor was sure that Mac
only needed to take one look at him to guess what Gant
had done to him during the search. He felt a burdening
sense of shame and anger; anger that was directed at himself
for getting into this situation and then letting that
bastard rape him. His body ached all over, but it was
nothing compared to the ache in his rectum which was mag-
nified by the torment he felt in his mind. He didn't
think that pain would ever go away; it would be a permanent
reminder of what he had allowed another man to do to him.
A reminder of his moment of disastrous weakness. Never.
I am NEVER gonna let that happen to me again. In his line
of work he was used to being shot at, even captured and
confined, and on occasion beaten, but never did the scum
that he dealt with on a daily basis try to do anything
remotely close to what Gant had done.
Victor bit down on his lip, which was still bleeding
from earlier when he had bitten down on it, tasted the coppery blood and he swore
to himself that he will kill anyone who would come near
him from today on for as long as they were in here. And
he would rip anyone's eyes out if they so much as mention
the incident.
"Alright, you assholes," Leary was saying, "Time to
shower. Man, Gorman, you stink!" Somewhere in the line
one of the other cons agreed with both guards' opinion
by grumbling, "No kidding." With a grimace, Leary pulled
his keys out to unlock the door to the shower room and
waved the men in.
Mac desperately wanted to turn around to take a better
look at Victor, to talk to him but Wang, who was at the
back end of the line, stated severely, "No talking in
the ranks you shit heads, so shut up."
As Victor went past Wang, the guard noted the bruises
running up and down the left side of the agent's body
and immediately recognized Walker's handiwork. He really
did a number this time. He must have a thing for this guy,
Wang thought and shook his head in sympathy.
Wang and Leary waited on the other side of the only
entrance to the large open shower room. Not so much as
to give the men their privacy, but rather, neither guard
wanted to get wet. And besides, they liked to sneak a
smoke during showertime so they wouldn't have to wait for
their coffee break.
The shower room was large, about thirty feet in width
and length with thirty long shower heads. There were no
dividers to provide any kind of privacy for the inmates so
the men who were podmates quickly paired up to take their
showers together away from everyone else.
Victor and Mac stood side by side, showering in an un-
comfortable silence. Victor's silence was due to his inner
turmoil while Mac's was due to the fact that he didn't
quite know what to say. He didn't even know how to ask
Victor what had happened even though he was dying to find
out. While he pondered about it, Mac turned around to let
some of the hot spray wash over his back. He watched the water
from the showers swirl down the large drain hypnotically.
Suddenly he saw the water change from clear to light red.
Startled, he continued to stare down at the drain for a few
more seconds before it finally registered in him that he was
seeing blood mingled with water going down the drain. He
knew it couldn't be any of the other four cons since they
were too far away and he knew that the blood definitely
wasn't coming from himself...
Oh shit! It's Victors! As soon as the realization
struck, Mac snapped his head up to look at Victor, only to
find that Victor was watching him. He had been looking at
Mac as he was watching the blood go down the drain. From
the nasty scratches down his chest to the round purple
bruise that circled his navel, the result of being hit with
a baton, Victor was six feet of black and blue. Mac couldn't
help but notice the purplish-red bruising along his partner's
ribcage as well. Earlier, when Victor turned around to
face the shower spray, Mac had caught a glimpse of the backs
of Victor's knees and saw that they were also a nasty shade
of violet, mottled with red and blue streaks. However, Mac
didn't think the bruises or the small scratches down Victor's
chest were the cause of the red run off, so what could it be?
Then he noticed something else: there were several small
bruises up and down Victor's thighs and buttocks which had
small bleeding lacerations. The bruises looked like they
could have been caused by fingers...
Oh God Mac met Victor's eyes again. He had a sick
feeling that something more than just a thorough strip search
had taken place in that room with Gant. Mac saw a look of
immense sadness flicker across Vic's eyes for just one split
second before a mask of coolness and detachment settled over
the other agent's features again. He continued to hold Vic-
tor's eyes even though the other man was completely unreadable.
Finally, Mac cleared his throat and whispered, "Victor, what-
what happened to you in there?"
At first, Mac didn't think Vic was going to reply; but
after a long pause, the other man finally gave Mac a weak
smile and replied, "I'm okay. Really. Ga-," Victor swallowed,
"Gant just got a bit carried away with the c-cavity search is
all." When he saw Mac glance at his ribcage, he added, "Wal-
ker got a bit rough showing me who the 'real' boss was. And that fucking asshole Gant used a couple of more
fingers than he needed to when he was searching my...ass for
hidden objects." Victor shrugged his shoulders and tried to
smile at Mac again, attempting to not only reassure his partner
but also himself that he was indeed okay. "I'm fine, really,
Mac. Gant, he...tore me up a bit but...that's all." As an
afterthought, he added, "I'll live."
"Gant!" Mac growled, "That bastard! I hope he's involved
in all of this so I can have the pleasure of kicking his ass
all over the Agency's interrogation room! I'll give HIM a
cavity search!"
Victor turned away quickly to maintain his deceivingly
calm facade. As he started soaping up his short hair, he
mumbled, "I hear ya, brother."
Kensington was the newest prison in the country with state-
of-the-art facilities. The entrance to the prison, which also
served as an exit, was controlled by a fail-safe computer sys-
tem with a built-in back-up system in case of a power failure.
In addition, the 'main gate', as it was called, was monitored by
four guards who were safely ensconced behind bullet proof glass.
Each cell block had one control room which enabled the officers
to monitor the whole block. The control room had ten monitors,
each connected to a different camera that continuously recorded
the movements of the population within any particular cell block.
In addition, the control room guards also had to give permission
to anyone who wanted to enter or leave the block since they o-
perated the automatic lock on those doors. The guards that walked
the blocks only had keys to the rooms within the block—even they
could not enter or leave the block they were in without the guard
in the control room granting access. As a result, the hacks
maintaining peace inside the blocks were as much a prisoner as the
inmates themselves. They basically had to rely on the men in the
control room to get them out of harm's way should the need arise
since they only carried a baton, cuffs, and zap straps. The
actual artillery was kept locked up in the control room.
Kensington consisted of five prison blocks, which was basically
five buildings surrounding a large courtyard. Block A and B sat
side by side on the north side of the property and housed felons
whose crimes ranged from auto theft to multiple murders. The two
blocks were connected to each other in two manners: underground,
there were a series of service tunnels, corridors and hallways.
The underground service tunnels and hallways were off-limits to
the inmates; only guards and other employees of the prison were
allowed to use them. The corridors were open to the inmates; the
men were allowed to come and go through these corridors without
requiring permission since they were connected to the various work
stations, the weight room, gym, and library. Basically, almost every-
thing was undeground save for the cafeteria, kitchen, and a lounge for
the smokers since smoking was not allowed anywhere else. As a
result of this arrangement, the underground walkways were a maze
of storage closets, serviceways, and locked doors.
Block A and B was also connected on the first floor by a common
cafeteria and kitchen which took up half the length between the
two buildings. Behind the cafeteria and facing the courtyard was
a fenced area with basketball courts set up for the inmates of
the two blocks. Due to the volume of inmates and in an effort
to cut down on gang affiliations and activity, both blocks, each level
was assigned a specific time to be outside in the courtyard.
C Block, which was on the east side, was a building standing
unto its own. It consisted of two floors of solitary cells,
three-fourths of which was currently occupied by inmates who
were sentenced as either a punishment for unruly behavior or
for their own safety. If a convict 'ratted' out another convict,
he would usually end up in a cell all alone in C block for his
safety. All meals for the inmates of C block were cooked on-site
in a small kitchen by a company contracted from the outside by
the prison. This was done to eliminate any chances of vengeful
inmates tampering the food.
D Block held the sexual deviants and rapists. They had to
be kept segregated from the rest of the regular population for
their own protection. Past experience from other prisons taught
the administrators of Kensington to segregate the sexual deviants
since they usually didn't live very long. Child molesters es-
pecially, would get beaten to death after only a week in prison.
So to prevent lawsuits and filing reports, the planners of Ken-
sington decided to let the sexual deviants and rapists have their
own block completely.
Finally, E Block housed the criminally insane. It was a secure
psychiatric ward with qualified psychiatrists and doctors
to look after the inmates. E block sat on the west side, sur-
rounded by large chain-linked, razor-wire topped fence. It was
also a block with it's entire own facilities including the same
company cooking it's residents meals too. Even their guards
were trained physciatric nurses.
Mac and Vic were assigned to Block B. Even though the two
buildings were joined, the men in A and B blocks rarely got to
interact with one another since recreation and meal times were
scheduled so that the two different blocks were never together
at the same time. There were sixty-four pods on each level of
Block B; the pods were split evenly down the middle by a walkway
so that there were thirty-two pods on each side. At the moment,
all the prisoners were standing in front of their pods waiting
for the after-lunch headcount to end before moving off to their
individual duties or recreational activities for the afternoon.
Wang had the guard in the control room buzz open the main
doors and then directed the newcomers into Block B. All of the
men in the group looked around at their new environment. Mac
was amazed at the low hum that was vibrating throughout the
whole place. The prison in Hong Kong had been noisy as hell;
the inmates were especially excited when new blood was coming
in. But compared to here, this place was as quiet as a tomb.
The inmates were just talking amongst themselves and at a
relatively discreet sound level at that. The room itself
looked sunny and strangely cheerful due to the large, very
thick paned windows at the end of the walkway. Mac's
expectations of what it would be like coming in here were
beginning to go way off the mark of what he had envisioned.
The prison in Hong Kong was a dark and dingy little craphole
compared to here.
To Victor the place sounded like the world's largest bee-
hive. Victor was in awe at the shear volume of people in such
a small space while impressed at the same time by how controlled
they seem to be.
The men were given their pod numbers and then instructed
to follow Wang. He pointed each pair to their pods. During
this time, an eerie hush had come over the block as the inmates
finally noticed the newcomers and focused all their attention
on them. When the last pair before Victor and Mac were shown
their pod, and as if on cue, a barrage of cat calls aimed entirely
at the two agents began.
"Ooohh eee! Fresh Fish!" someone yelled, it was followed
by a string of kissing and obscene smacking noises, mixed in
with the standard wolf whistles. Victor's cheeks reddened
slightly as his brain began picking out the various catcalls
and taunts being yelled out to Mac and himself. He heard
someone close by shout out, "Hey baby green eyes, need a daddy?"
He tried to maintain a tight control over his emotions,he
was extremely uncomfortable with all the shouting that was directed towards him. Still,
he held his head high and found that anger and resentment was
slowly bubbling to the surface, replacing the discomfort he felt.
It was all he could do to not give into the rage of being on
display. Victor wanted to know how Mac was doing, so he hurried
and fell into step beside his partner. He glanced over at
his partner and saw that Mac's face was barely reacting to
the shouting and whistling at all; the only thing to give him
away was the slight pink tinge to his ears.
Victor heard another taunt, "Lamb chops for dinner tonight,
gonna eat me two of them!" He looked at Mac, who apparently, had
heard it too.
Mac smiled reassuringly at Victor and whispered
out of the side of his mouth, "It's almost over." In reality,
it had only taken the men less than one minute to walk the long
stroll to their pod, had felt like a life time to Victor.
He was not use to this at all, he had never actually
been in with the regular prison crowd during the brief time that
he had been incarcerated.
Wang unlocked their pod and the men hurriedly followed him
in. He had to close the door in order for his instructions to
be heard; the shouting was that loud. As he began to speak,
a buzzer went off, signaling the end of the headcount, and
the main doors that lead to the various work and recreational
areas were unlocked. The rowdy B Block population began to
slowly file out of the living area, making it possible for Wang
to speak in a normal voice.
"If I were you two, I'd be careful about walking around
alone for awhile...," he said with a smirk as he glanced over
his shoulder at some of the cons who were still standing out-
side of their pods and staring in at them. He turned
back to the men and added, "I have a feeling you'll be the
favorite...ah...targets for some of the more aggressive guys
in here. Don't worry though, that will probably change as soon
as someone transfers out some new guys come in."
He yelled at the lingering inmates to move on before turn-
ing back to the two men and continuing, "Here's your rules sheet
and rights book." He handed both Mac and Vic sheets of paper
and a thin pocket size booklet. "Read 'em and learn 'em both."
At the sight of the rights book, Victor wanted to laugh out loud.
After what happened to him, he knew that booklet had no real
meaning in a place like Kensington. It was all just a bunch of
bullshit. Smoke and mirrors. But instead of saying anything, he
simply gripped the booklet tight and took a deep breath con-
trolling his emotions.
Wang flipped a page on his clipboard and then said to the
men, "Smith you've been assigned to the library." Victor turned
and raised his eyebrows at Mac as if to say Lucky me. "Jones
you will be working in the kitchen."
"What?" interjected Mac, "The kitchen? I don't know the
first thing about cooking." Mac scowled at Victor who was
holding back the first genuine laugh he felt like having in
this hellhole.
"Shut up," Wang said mildly. "We have cooks, Jones.
You'll only be helping out with the prep work and clean-up. Sort
of a glorified busboy. You're actually replacing the last guy
who dis—" Wang hesitated and thought about it for a beat
before amending his words with, "...who was granted an early
release." He cleared his throat and then continued, "Supper's
at six sharp. Meanwhile, you can stay in here and get to know
the rules and regs. There's a map in there of the place so you
know where to go. Tomorrow morning you can start your duties
at nine in the morning." He handed each man another piece of
paper. "Here's your time schedule with a description of your
duties and the name of the trustee you need to report to at the
top of the page." With that said Wang turned and exited the pod.
The minute Wang left, Mac turned to Victor and said angrily,
"How come I've got to work in the kitchen? Huh! Can you tell
me that? Grunt work...."
"Mac...." Victor, finally finding some humour in the day, was trying not to laugh at his partner.
"She hates me Vic, I'm telling ya, her and Dobrinski. They
cooked this up, they're out to get me, I swear...."
"Mac, listen to me will ya? Calm down."
Mac who was pacing across the small room stopped and looked
at Victor, "What?" he huffed. Victor wanted to say he was
sure that the Director probably really didn't have a whole lot
of control over what was happening to them here; it was obvious,
considering his very unpleasant experience with Gant earlier
that morning. But then he thought better of it since he knew that
would lead to questions about what DID happen to him so he
decided to say instead, "Now listen. We were placed according
to our dossiers. Remember? The Director probably padded my
sheet hoping they would put me in the library, so I could try to
uncover any paper trail to the four missing men. You know,
scope out any connections with the guards or other personnel
working when the men went missing. Besides, everyone knows
that I'm way better with a computer than you are. She no doubt
made your paper work look like you would be best in the kitchen
because that's where three of the guys who are missing were
detailed, including Joseph Carter, the last guy.
"Also, since you're closer in age to the missing cons than
I am, she probably thought you could serve you up as bait, or
attempt ot atleast. The guys who are in on the disappearances
might try to contact you use you're in your mid-twenties like the
other three."
Mac stared dubiously at Victor but eventually he realized
the logic behind the placing. "All right. " Mac said amicably.
"But who says you're better on computer?"
"Ohhh, just 'bout everybody," Victor teased.
"Bullshit."
Victor smiled at Mac and then handed him the sheet with
the in-house rules of what they were not allowed to do. "Here,"
he said, "Read this and I'll go over the prisoner's rights
manual." Reminded then of what Gant had done to him earlier,
he stopped smiling immediately. In an effort to disperse the
disturbing images from his thoughts, he asked Mac, "You a top
or bottom man?"
"What?" Mac mumbled before he realized that Victor's unin-
tentional double entendre`. He blushed faintly but managed
to collect himself.
"I said, do you want the top bunk or the bottom; either way,
I don't care."
"Ohh, yeah. Um, I'll take the bottom if you don't mind."
Mac replied.
"Okay." Victor made his bed up quickly and climbed on top
of his bunk. He picked up the manual and tried to read it, but
still could not keep his thoughts from wandering back to Gant
and the rape. The more he thought about it the more dis-
tressed he felt. He could hear Mac below him trying to settle
in on his bunk and somehow he was calmed by the thought that
if he and Mac could just stick together then everything else
should be okay. Of course it would be difficult to do during
their library and kitchen duties, but he was prepared to fight
to kill anyone who got too close to him. Not that he was
expecting much trouble anyway since the library didn't exactly
strike him as the hotbed for perversion. He hoped Mac could
take care of himself too when he wasn't around.
Before long, Victor's eyes began to grow heavy and before he knew
it, he was sleeping a restless slumber and dreaming unpleasant
visions of Gant, Walker, and the violation he went through.
Mac put down the sheet he had been reading and studied
the bunk above him. He could tell by Victor's regular, even
breathing that he had fallen asleep. As he watched the mattress
above him shift with Victor's restlessness, Mac wondered again
what was bothering him. He knew that Victor was more bothered
by the rough strip search than he had let on. The casual dis-
missal of the event did not fool Mac at all; something else
must have happened. He had an idea about what did; after all,
he had grown up on the streets and had even been an prisoner
himself before. He knew how the world worked. He had a
feeling Vic probably didn't even encounter any problems during his
brief prison stint, like he would here, so the entire experience of being 'paraded' to their pod no doubt
came as a horrible shock to Victor. Mac hoped Victor could find the
strength within himself to deal with it. He knew that no
matter what he tried to say to make Victor feel better, in
the end, it was still going to be up to Victor to mend himself.
Mac closed his eyes and began to slowly drift off himself.
As he slipped into his dreams, the image of Victor standing
naked in the showers next to him popped into his head and
he was not at all surprised to feel his body rewarding him
with a very sizable erection.
Hard Time Parts Six – Ten
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ictor, LiAnne and Mac sat in their usual order at the long table in the Director's office: LiAnne in the middle with the two male agents flanking her sides. 