Graduation 1 - 2

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 1 & 2
Date: 31 March 2011

It was a great day, early fuckin' start yeah, but it turned out a great day nevertheless.
My sixteenth birthday was just over just one week of school. School was bad, so I was leaving as soon as I could and with my grades it wasn't a problem to get into college. Hadn't a clue what I was going to do yet but this day would help me make my mind up. Although I didn't know that yet.
I met Jim, he's my best buddy has been for years, we shared a fag as we walked along the river towards the school. He's six foot three while I seem to be stuck at five-seven, he's built, I'm skinny.
Thing is he's docile and quite submissive in nature whereas I'm the opposite, loud, arrogant and definitely dominant when we fuck around.

“So you really considering this as a career?”
Jim gave me a weird look, “Yeah, you are too, Shit you talk about it all the time. Probably jack off to it too!”

“Yeah like you don't! Just wondering what area you're aiming for?” I laughed, “You got the build but I know as you do that you're such a pussy.”

“Fuck you shrimp!” He retorted. “That's just to you boss!” He added as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah right. Wanna a quick gobble now boy?” I pulled him off the path into the bushes, that were at the top of the embankment. It was a safe place it sloped down so you had privacy, a clear view to the path and the sports field of the park on the other side. “Get down on me boy!” I commanded.

“See you got the authority, but you ain't got the body. I could just pick you up and throw you away anytime. How the fu........” I quietened him down by pushing my 5inch hard rod between his lips.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as I pushed him off and walked to the edge of the circle of bushes and peered round the tree.

“Fucks sake!” He muttered as he stood up beside me followed by a gasped, “Fuck me!”

“Later buddy!” I nudged him and grinned.

“Jeez they must've been here for hours already.”

“How?” I asked.

“Man they're sweating like fuck and the grass is looking finished.”

He must have been right, I could smell the freshly cut grass, “Let me up so I can get a better look!”

“OK Boss short-arse climb aboard!” He squatted down so I could climb on his back.

Yeah I could see the whole field a lot better now. There were far more than I had first seen
“Hey you'd look awesome in uniform Jimmy!” I said as I played with his nips through his shirt.

“You think?” He puffed out his chest.

“Course, you'd look great, hell even better when you get rid of your puppy fat. Mind you they say that stripes are slimming, or is that that's if they're vertical.” I laughed.

“Bastard! Thought you meant the guards!” And promptly dumped me on my arse before laying on top of me and tickling me.

“YOU FAGGOTS GET YOUR FUCKING ARSES OUT HERE NOW!” We both froze at the angry shout. “If I have to come in there I'm gonna peel the skin off your backs!” The voice muttered.

“Fuckin' animals slipping off into the bushes ..... What the fuck!” He stopped. “Sorry thought you were a couple of the gang fuckin' around 'stead of working.”

“We're here boss!” Another voice interrupted. “We was just cutting back the bushes a couple of hundred yards up.
Jim gulped as he looked behind me away from the officer. I tilted my head back following his gaze.
The heads were covered in a striped cap that matched the rest of their clothing, the ugly iron collar round their necks, matching bracelets connected by heavy chain between their wrists, I squirmed round and saw their ankles were similarly attached to each other with the addition of a chain running from one's left leg to the others right.

“Were you watching these boys?”

“No Boss!”

“Liars! See boys they're just animals just say what they think you want you to hear. What you guys doing anyway. Oh!” He paused as Jim stood up revealing that in our haste neither had managed to conceal our now flaccid genitalia. “Think you best put them away boys! You two get the fuck down to the crew.”

“Sorry mate didn't know there was a gang up here, hell never knew they got out here so close to a residential area on their own.”

“Wouldn't get far they're chained. Like to get them up nice and early, out when its still dark and back after dark, keeps them busy.”

“How do they get here? I don't see a truck.”
“Maybe it drops them off and comes back later.” Jim offered, his face still flushing red.

“They walk on the chain,” He scrutinised us both as he talked, “Ten – fifteen miles, they walk, trucks further than that, they spend the night in the cage if need be. You know boys you should be more careful!”

“We're fine thanks, just caught short and you know how it is, gotta piss – ya gotta piss!”

“Yea right,” the guard grinned, “Maybe the big fella should wipe his face a bit before you go. Going to work, you look kinda smart for school!”

“Yeah sorta dressed up,” I grinned at Jim trying to wipe the slime trails of precum and saliva from his face, “Fact we're going up to Brunton for a look around today, we both fancy getting in there.”

“Yes? Easy to get into not so easy to get out of... you'd both look good in uniform.”

“He means...., I mean ….. we mean as guards not convicts!” Jim stuttered as the guard look bemused, “Stripes make you look.......” He stopped and looked at me. I shrugged. The guard snorted.

“Well I don't think we actually advertise for convict applicants, but we have plenty of vacancies. Make you look what? All the same? Like clowns?” The guard grinned as more blood rushed to Jim's face.
I laughed and told him what I had said.

“So he wants to be a guard 'cause convict stripes would make him look fat?” The guard laughed. “Either uniform would suit both of you well if you, little guy fill out a bit. Don't know what it's like to be in stripes but suppose you'd get used to it. Course in stripes you would fill out a bit with the hard labour. You do know guys that the ones in stripes aren't trainees who become guards?” He laughed again.

“You certainly fill out that uniform sir. I mean even though you're a sh... erm sma... less.. shit, I mean built like or he's more your build... erm without the definition that is.” Jim struggled as I snickered.

“Yeah I'm a short-arse, “ his grin widened as Jim again blushed, “Mind compared to you a few of us guys would be!” He glanced at both our crotches, “Nice to know I'm appreciated boys. Paul Menzies, I'll keep an eye out for you both even if its a couple of years from now.”

“Cheers mate, nice meeting ya!” I grinned and winked. “Maybe it'll be you who guides me into the system. Billy .. damn, Bill Stewart here and this here is Jim Murphy.” Hell I'm sixteen, Billy is a kid's name.
“Yes, “Jim whispered, “Sorry we disturbed your guys! Will you be here all day?”

“Hell no lad, no problem, nice to meet you to guys. I may well be there introducing you to the system, be back up there within the hour. Best be going back to the grind then, take care lads. OH! And it'll be BOSS Menzies if you come in for the stripes.” He winked and turned away waving over his shoulder.

“Shit,, you think he knows what we were doing, them fucking convicts probably saw.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “Pretty obvious! He was OK, what does it matter anyway, didn't you see his package? Or were you too busy blushing like a pussy. He was maybe pervin' on us too.”

“Yeah a hot fucker, early twenties maybe? Wouldn't mind being in stripes with him as the boss.” Jim mumbled with a far away look in his eyes.

I stood in front of him shaking my head then rolled my eyes.

“What?” He spluttered.

“Fuck! You'd be happy as a convict to get him as your boss? You are one sick fucker!” I laughed, punched his arm and tore off down to the path with him in hot pursuit.

“You're the one more likely to be in the stripes boy!” He said as he caught me a few hundred yards along the path and rubbed his knuckles on my skull.

“Nope, your built better as a convict slave, could have you as my horse,” I jumped on his back. “C'mon you useless cunt step out there!”

“Yessir Boss Stewart!” He laughed and took off at a trot.

Strange as it was, today we actually hurried when we saw the school come into view instead of the usual slowing down and frowning. Yeah we actually picked up the pace and smiled.


I was sitting at the table supporting my chin in my hand staring at Jim opposite, imagining him in the olive fatigues just like the officer earlier. High shiny boots, the belt with cuffs and other stuff hanging from it. I fumbled at my groin to calm the beast make it more comfortable. Looking to Jim's right, Den was staring at me. I imagined him in a black and white hat matching shirt and that iron collar locked around his neck. I felt my face break into a smile, yeah that suits the smug bastard.
“I SAID... What the fuck are you looking at fag?”

“Just wondering about stripes, you'd look better in them you know!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean ya fuckin' weirdo?” His face was flushed.

“Hey Den keep it down. We were just talking about striped suits this morning, is it horizontal or vertical ones that make you look fatter?” Jim interceded.

“YOU saying I'm fat? Anyway I'm not wearing stripes! You and your fuck buddy there are just a couple of losers. Never mind we'll see your future shortly when we get to the prison.”

“Sure will buddy. Sure will!.” I responded and burst out laughing. “Maybe we'll see if they can let you borrow some stripes, you know fatter or thinner.... OW!” I glared at Jim and rubbed my shin.

“No way! What is it? Just one more fuck-up and you can pick up your reservation at Brunton Hall, Juvie wing. Yeah spend some time there and you keep going back till they make you a permanent resident I heard.”
“Stewart and Murphy! Whatever you're doing...Quit it now!”

“Sir?” I looked at the teacher with an innocent expression, “Jim, Den and me were just discussing our trip this morning, weren't we guys...”

“Yes? It's possible that they were but lord knows what you were doing.”

“Aw sir, tell him guys we were talking about , fashion for the prison, you know stripes and olive gear and our futures maybe.”

Mr Anderson, with a suspicious look asked the guys, “That true Morrison and Murphy?”

“Yes Sir strangely he is telling the truth,” Den Morrison confirmed.
“Yep sorta Sir!” grinned Jim.

“OK. Strange indeed. Lets get out to the bus then. Stewart... a word with you and Murphy.”

Jim and I waited back till the rest had gone.

“Right lads. Is it true you are interested in 'joining the system'?” Anderson asked.

We responded with blank looks.

Anderson sighed, “I had a phone call earlier from Brunton well someone from there saying he met two lads and gave your names.”

“Oh yeah – a Paul Menzies, he was with a con-gang in the park on our way to school.”

“Mr Anderson?” Jim spoke up, “We didn't do anything that we know of for him to complain you know.”

“What? … No No that wasn't... He was actually telling me you seemed quite, what was it, 'boned up' about the visit maybe that's a prison saying of some kind, and were seemingly genuinely interested in going there. To be honest I thought you'd end up there anyway Stewart being the cocky little fu...ellow that you are.” He laughed.

“Yea I'll bet I know what uniform I'd have been in as well!”

“Anyway he asked about the other lads so all your files have been faxed over, the relevant parts I mean nothing personal of course. You OK Stewart?”

Jim laughed, “He's probably scared shitless that they'll just keep him there and save time when they see his file.”

“Hmmm... Maybe so Murphy, tho' I would think that as one of his partners in his escapades you would be concerned as well.” The old teacher gave a loud laugh as Jim's jaw dropped. “The guy seemed to be willing to make sure you saw everything and got the right information, do they do college courses for prisons I wonder.”

“Won't matter Mr Anderson, don't you worry about me and him, me and Jim'll learn on the job so to speak, how to wear the stripes, walk in leg irons and a heavy lump of iron on yer neck.”

“Sarcastic little... you're forgetting, the brands, tattooing and ringing.” He grinned.

“Brands of what, ringing?” Jim asked.

“You can ask them that know when we get there. Come on we'll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
Anderson turned to the door, “Wonder if they'd take a few volunteers for the weekend?”

“Maybe we could ask Sir?” Jim piped up.

“Shithead!” I muttered.

“Presumably that was addressed to your friend Stewart?”

“Hmm Course Sir. You know how excitable he gets at times.”

We passed a sign, warning against picking up hitch-hikers, then another a few miles on then the sign indicated we were now entering Branston.

“Where's the razor wire fencing and big walls. More like a village than a prison!” A somewhat disgruntled voice pierced the silence.

“Shit! Look there! Two convicts walking down that path.” Came from another voice.

Sure enough, one was pushing a barrow with assorted tools as the other pushed a large lawnmower.

“Shoudn't there be a guard with them Mr Anderson, or can they just roam around the place.”
“Fuck think I'll knock over a bank or something the houses look a lot better than the ones in my street.”
The comments continued till I got fed up listening.
“This is the town ya twats! The prison is on the other side, although it could be part of the prison now as most of the houses are for prison staff. Not the convicts!” I informed them.

“OK Mr smart mouth. What about them two wandering around?” Den sneered.

I looked at the front and could see Anderson grinning at me in the mirror, he nodded.

“Probably trustees that they use to keep the place clean and spruced up... There will be somebody monitoring them anyway they won't get far in stripes and chains, kind of hard to disguise yourself.”

“Yeah right, you'd know....” a few voices muttered.

“Mr Stewart is in actual fact correct on this occasion gentlemen!”

“You sucking his dick too cocksucker?” Den whispered.

The mini bus slammed to a halt. “MORRISON get your butt up here beside me NOW!”

When Den took up the front passenger seat, Mr Anderson turned toward him, “You know Morrison I am only relatively deaf. Do you know what that means? NO! Of course you don't. I choose to hear or not to hear what snippets of wisdom or other comments you and other students wish to share. You sonny crossed the line with that last comment!” Den started to speak but Mr Anderson continued, “Save it! I choose not to hear anything further even if it is an apology, you can explain to the principal.”

The last few minutes of the journey were completed in silence.

Outside the large heavy gates, yeah there was razor wire, guard towers too, Mr Anderson turned.
“Gentlemen, why so sombre? It is a visit to an incarceration facility not a one way trip, though to be truthful, I have a little fantasy running in my head that you were all being dropped off, then one could just continue and spend this beautiful day with himself doing as he pleased without wondering what trouble you snot nosed little gremlins were going to create. Wonder if any of you could guess who'd be my first choices to abandon here. Apart from the obvious that is.” He took a few minutes and stared the others down.. until he reached Jim and me.

“Murphy?”

“Well Sir I was guessing me and Billy but that can't be right 'cause he might be little but I'm a 'big' snot nosed ...whatever so I can't be included and I just want to thank you Sir.”

“Stewart?”

“I agree yet disagree with Jim Sir. He's big on the outside, his brain however......”

“Explain then.” He turned back to the wheel as he was beckoned forward by the guard at the now open gate.

“I reckon that apart from Morrison, me and Jim would be amongst the first dis-embarkees, he just doesn't realise that in his case it wasn't his height but his erm... well mind for want of a better word you were talking about. For the rest well I'm sure the bounty for turning them in would allow you to enjoy the day in real style Sir!”

“Bounty! Bounty you say? Anybody know who the f..erm dash one sees to discuss this possible transaction with?” Anderson laughed.
Everybody, including Morrison found this amusing.

“Mr Anderson?” The guard asked.

“Yes that's me. You want us to get out here?”

“No Sir. Just through the gate when it opens, round to the right and the VIP parking is there. The governor will probably be waiting for you he knows you've arrived. First time I've seen a load come in that were grinning and smiling.”

“Shhh! They don't know yet.” Anderson stage whispered as he tapped his nose with a finger, “Excellent! Thank you young man. By the way, is it the governor one sees about the erm arrangement fee for delivery of these fine specimens of slave meat into the system?” He lowered his voice, “Watch the big bloke and the little blond beside him, they may have cottoned on to the plan.”

“Yes sir I'm sure the governor is the man to see, he'll sort everything out.” The guy eyed up Jim and me after a cursory glance at the others. He spoke into his radio as he walked away.

A couple of the guys gulped hard and swallowed loudly a few times as the bus trundled through the inner gate.
“Shit look at the guards Jim, big enough to take you down!”
“Huh?” Jim replied as intelligently as he could manage.


***************
Graduation 2

There were two guards both well built with good physiques emphasised by the dark green uniform similar to army fatigues. They were not ancient, pot bellied, cigar stub chewing characters as I expected.
“Sergeant Stevens, good to see you again and Officer Riley too. This the wannabees although I am unsure which side of the bars the wannabe behind!” Mr Anderson chuckled as he greeted the two men with handshakes.

“Nice to see you again too Sir,” The Sergeant responded as did Riley.
“Which of the blondes were we to keep an eye on Mr Anderson?” Riley enquired as he looked us all over, “The big one was easy to spot but the blondes look quite similar!”

“What? ..Oh the guard at the gate passed on my message then,” Anderson chuckled, “Well both of them usually although that one seems to have been quiet and distracted for a week or so.”

“Hmm, seen better specimens come in on the chain to be honest, Mr Anderson.” Riley continued as I became aware of the sergeant paying closer attention to me, Jim and Alan, the other blond.

“I don't know Riley, after the first few weeks even their parents won't recognise them. They might not all be suitable but I have my eye on a few.” The sergeant said.

I raised an eyebrow at the sergeant and tilted my head slightly.
He grinned at me, “Especially the spunky one!”
“Ah that will be William Stewart sergeant. Well worth the watching,” Anderson chuckled again as he spoke without even turning to look. “Oh here comes Jer... Governor Fox now.”

Mr Anderson introduced us to him and he gave a short, thankfully, welcoming speech. Most of which I missed as I was watching the governor and Mr Anderson.

The governor looked at Riley and the sergeant and gave a slight nod.

“Gentlemen, I'll be leaving you with Sergeant Stevens, you will go with him listen and obey without question everything he asks you to do. He will take you to reception and give you a quick lecture on your behaviour while inside this facility. Carry on Sergeant!.” The governor turned to Mr Anderson, “Ready Robbie? ... You don't actually need to stay with them all day do you?”

“No they couldn't be less secure and I don't think your guys will have any problems with them.” Anderson replied as the two of them wandered off up the stairs into the office building.

“Right you lot, quick as you like across the square and through that doorway.” The sergeant strode off in the direction he just indicated. Without pause or even turning his head, “NOW Lads. That includes you blondie and bigfoot!”

We had fallen behind the others a bit. I looked at Jim and he looked at me and we cracked up.

“Seems they've been well warned about you two.” Alan grinned over his shoulder.

“You and the rest too Al, they got all our files faxed over this morning!” His face was priceless when Jim dropped that in.

“Wow!” Jim grinned as he saw the table of refreshments.

“Help yourself to whatever you need lads and find a seat at the front.” The guard standing at the table informed us.
“Hey buddy, sorry I don't know what to call you Sir. Is there someplace we can...”

“Yea, the restroom is just across the hall.”

“No meant a quick fag..erm sir”

“How many of you smoke like? You're all too young to be smoking by the way. I can ask.” He answered with a wink.

“One doesn't but the rest might be too nervous to ask or no wish to admit it, me and bigfoot here do though.”

“'Blondie' here is the self elected spokesman here Sir.” Jim added as he patted my head.

“Think it's more a double act myself,” mused the guard, “I'll speak to the serge. DON'T move anywhere without permission tho' it is an operational prison facility.”

“No worries Boss, I'll sit on him if he moves.” Jim grinned.

The guard did a double take when he heard Jim call him Boss before he moved off toward the sergeant.

The sergeant's eyes roved the room as he listened to the other officer.
“Okay lads make yourself comfortable, refreshment, quick chat on do's and dont's then the tour proper will begin.” The sergeant paused while we grabbed a seat then he began....

Five minutes later he started to bring his chat to a conclusion as Riley went around collecting personal stuff, jewellery, phones, money etc. I wasn't sure why, damn I should listen better!
“Any questions? … Blondie I believe you're the spokesman?”

“Huh? Oh yessir. Well no really but what do we call you guys?”
“Any idea bigfoot?” He addressed Jim.

“Nope,” Jim responded while the sergeant continued to stare at him.

“Sir?” Jim added.

“Yep, Sir is fine as is sergeant in my case or boss to officer Riley here. OK?”

“Isn't boss how you expect the convict to address officers, well to your faces anyway Serge?”

“Yes Blondie but also officers refer to each other as Boss too. Anything else?”

“Yessir, before we start is there time for a quick....”

“Yeah Boss Riley will take you. Anyone else want to accompany Boss Riley.”

“Thanks Sir.” I said after giving the others a chance to answer but they were all struck dumb.
“Guys the serge is asking if any of you want to go have a quick smoke or if you just need the crapper it's straight across the hall but ask first, just don't wander off anywhere without them knowing.” I paused and turned toward the Serge, “Sorry serge but they find you a bit too fuckin' intimidating.”

“Do you blondie?”

“A bit sir but hanging around with this guy for most of our lives it's no so bad.”

He shook his head and grinned before telling Jim to carry on.
Jim of course looked at him bewildered and very intelligently responded with a loud 'Huh!'

“Not you Mr Murphy, I was talking to Officer Riley.”

“I know that sir, I mean...” He raised his arm and pointed up, “We're coming Boss Jim Riley, yessir boss!” He nudged me and my bemused grin towards the door and Boss Jim.

“You two for fucking real?” Riley queried as we walked down the hall.

“What?”
“I think he means the way we get on together Jimbo?”

“Yeah, but it's not an act is it? It is real!” Riley stopped at a door and pressed a few buttons on the lock, “You're like this all the time! That's how you get into a lot of scrapes you know. Folks can take it the wrong way.”

“Yep we know but it's him that generally digs us into deeper holes. But he's the best mate you can find...” Jim picked me up in a bear hug.

“Fuck put me down this ain't the time or place boy!” I complained then groaned as I wondered how the guard Riley would take that.

“Holy shit what is this for?” Jim gasped as he dropped me on the other side of the door.

“Holding Pen,” answered Riley, “Last smoke for convicts before processing. Well usually last smoke being honest.”

“Hmm should've brought the pot then,” He winked at Riley as he offered him a cigarette.

“No thanks lad. On duty. You don't have any of that shit with you?” He looked quite concerned. “You know you get searched in processing?”

“Hell boss he's fooling, even if we used the stuff we wouldn't be dumb enough to bring it in to a prison! Would we Jimbo?” He took a long goofy grin at me and I near lost it, “JIM!!”

“Got you that time blondie!” He giggled then choked on his cigarette.

“Fuck How did I get landed with the class-clowns!” Riley exclaimed as he lit a cigarette.

“Officer Riley! Are you smoking on duty!” Jim startled the officer with a deep gruff voice.
He swung round, “Ten minutes, No less than that with you guys and I'm having a heart attack! The others? They ain't like you are they?”

“Well a couple are absolute wankers, well in our opinion, the other four have had their moments but I think they'll be shit scared in here so they'll behave, we're a bit surprised there's just the two of us, one of the others hangs with us as much as he can usually. Not that we're misbehaving Boss.”

“Nope he's right Boss Riley we just be ourselves 24/7. what you see is what you get!” On seeing me roll my eyes at him Jim continued, “But we won't do anything totally stupid or cause trouble. Well not deliberately. We will be on our best behaviour.”

“That is such a relief big guy!” The guard slapped Jim on the back and rolled his eyes at me. “You guys really among the top guys in your school?”

“Guess you read our files too then. Yep.”
“What the fuck are the dumbos like.... I dread to think! By the way... You guys know what is in your files?”
“Nope, you think we should?” I asked hopefully.
“Uh UH guys ask somebody else.... We done out here?”

“Yeah, can we go to the pisser before we go back? Do they get to spend much time out here in the pens? Well just a big open cage really ain't it. Not like the dark dank dungeons I imagined.”

“Sure. Pisser then processing. Oh we have the dungeon style too but this is where they wait for processing. Hey I never got ya naked maybe I should've!”

“Naked?”

“Yep stripped down, re-cuffed and left out here till they're required in processing. Ok in summer but a bastard in winter, they trot around to try and keep warm, sure makes them easier to handle.”

“Jeez man I'd get sunstroke and burned to a crisp in Summer, less he was here, could relax in his shadow and same in winter, he'd keep me warm.” I laughed.

His radio crackled, “Just go on boys you know where it is.” He answered his call as we walked down and turned into the toilet.

Bladders relieved we went back into the hall, “We should just wait here Billy.”
“Yeah I know he can't be far. Be OK to go back in there tho'” I nodded to the door to the reception room. “He maybe thought we'd come back there anyway.”

“Yup.” Jim strolled across and opened the door muttered a startled sorry then closed it quickly again. He shrugged, “Not our gang!”

The doors crashed open at the end of the hall both ends, and an officer stepped out of the reception room. “Lie on your front hands behind your head.”

“We ..we are...” I started but the officer repeated the instruction as he waved a stick at us.
Meanwhile two other officers were approaching from each end of the hall. Jim was already on the floor as the two from the front grabbed me and forced me down.

“Boss Riley is …....” I mumbled as a boot pressed my face to the floor.

I struggled to breath as a knee pushed into my back, they pulled at my arms and legs.

“Where should you be you pieces of shit?” The officer turned and told one guard to find out who the fuck was missing some meat.

“Its a mistake Sir we're supposed to go to processing but Officer Riley left us.” I could hear the panic in Jim’s voice.

“Riley isn't he on some special duty today? … Lift that other one up.”

That was when I noticed I was cuffed hand and foot, hogtied as they set me none too gently on my knees against the wall. I squinted to the side and Jim was slouched against the wall, his head and shoulders touching the wall with his feet pulled tight and uncomfortably up to his wrist cuffs and thick belt.
“Excuse me Boss,” I gasped, “The belt for the cuffs is a bit tight.”

“Fuck I wish I was shorter, you've more room than me. Do my feet need to be stuck to my wrists Sir?”

I heard a chuckle, “You owe me serge, told you they couldn't keep out of bother of some kind.”

“Stevens, Riley, these your special duty? They mumbled something about processing. The big one barged into the room muttered something and slammed the door.”

“We just slipped into the toilet then thought we'd go back to reception.” I explained, “We thought that Boss Riley..well.”

“You thought you could just walk back out the way you were brought in?” The officer was getting rather red from his neck up.

“Stevens you better have a reasonable explanation for this.”
“If we may Captain?” The serge opened the reception door and followed the officer in.

“Boss can you no get them to take these cuffs off?”

“Release the hog-tie boys then you can go.” Riley said with a grin.

I stood against the wall looking at the thick belt around my waist holding my hands at the back and the leg irons locked around my ankles.
“Fuck Riley where did you go?”

“You were supposed to wait in the toilet, I told the serge you'd probably wander somewhere and he thought you wouldn't.”

“You did this on purpose? What the fuck for?” Jim asked.

“He wants to know how spunky you are. I think he likes you guys.”

“He fuckin' likes us so he lets us get thrown about, lets somebody stand on my face and has us trussed up...he likes us!!” I spluttered.

“Thank fuck he does, wouldn't fancy him having a go at us if he didn't 'like' us.” Jim drawled deadpan.

The door opposite opened
“So everybody knew except me? Is that what you're saying.”
“NO Captain, if you read the diary this morning you'd be aware what's going on in this place.”
The door closed swiftly as a raised voiced screamed “I don't like your...”

The door opened again, “YES Captain. UNDERSTOOD! I SUGGEST you speak to the governor!”
The serge was obviously not pleased with the Captain standing in the doorway behind him.
“Arsehole!” He muttered.

The captain looked as if his head would explode. “Sergeant Stevens?”

“No sir the sergeant is right we are a couple of arseholes, stupid kids really who should have done as we were told. And we sure would have if we'd known how efficient you were in controlling the situation. Sorry Sir and you too Sergeant Stevens, and Boss Riley.”
Riley was standing between us and trying not to burst as he contained his laughter.
“Riley, release them and get them with the rest at processing...” He paused and as Riley didn't move, “On second thoughts keep them in the cuffs till we get there.” He obviously realised the predicament Riley was in, in fact he was working himself to a similar state. “Will that be all Captain sir?”

I sighed and the serge mouthed a severe 'shut up' in my direction.

“Yes sergeant, well done in testing the security this morning, I remember it now, in the diary that is.” He closed the door and the two officers practically dragged us down the hallway and through the doors.

Jim and I just smiled as the two of them burst their gut laughing. “Can we keep these two, hell a week and his big useless head will explode.”
“Sure Riley, you'd cope with them for a week?”
“OH shit serge that would not be good! Can I not have the two dorks instead of Jekyll and Hyde?”
“According to you it's HYDE AND HYDE! Fuck Jim you haven't had as much fun here for years, you love 'em. A breath of..”
“The devil, a hurricane? Yea I'd agree to that!” They broke up laughing again.

“Well we'll be careful when we do the search serge, I don't think it's just tobacco they smoke!”
“Really Riley? I don't s'pose you have any...just in case they're clean.”

“Guys that'd be illegal!” Jim protested.
“And you having it and using it isn't?” Riley argued.
“Never Mind Riley there must be some in the confiscated bin in processing! I like blondie, you'd be Okay with bigfoot as your pet?”

“C'mon guys you can't have convicts as pets, they're convicts no slaves or pets!” I laughed.
With serious looks and a raised eyebrow both officers looked at me.

“We're even then! I was sure they would have been nosey enough to find the lav-slav in the cupboard!” Riley conceded that point to the serge while Jim and me exchanged confused looks and wondered what a lav-slav was.

“Serge, boss?” Jim looked intensely at me. “If I got a job here, can I have him as my pet slave? He looks good trussed up like that!”

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed.

“We got gags somewhere guys?” Jim asked with what I took as a thoughtful serious expression.

“Have a look Riley when you catch up with us.” Serge grinned and put his hand at the back of my neck, “C'mon Blondie, let's get you through processing.”

“What! Where's he going?”

“Murphy? … With Riley of course.”

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