Graduation 11 - 12

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 11/12
Date: 01 May 2011

Chapter 11

The boots stopped. I didn't look up. The cage with Alan was opened and glancing sideways I saw him being pulled out. My cage opened an arm reached down and released the collar chain from the floor and I was pulled out.

I still lacked the courage to look up at the guard, would it be that one that brought us here, one of Serge's crew or a total stranger! ... I wasn't ready to find out. Why didn't he say something!

I shuffled up to Alan's back, he was already on his feet. I looked at the black 'n' white stripes in front of me. Definitely not a bespoke tailor job, my arse was probably lost in a similar ill fitting pair of pants. The guard was behind me straddling my legs, he leaned forward, his groin pushing into the back of my head.
I was falling face first into Alan's arse, nope, the chain from the collar was pulling my head up. Hands went under my arms and pulled me up to my feet. One hand remained steadying me while the other threaded my chain through the ring on the back of Alan's collar till there were only a few inches between me and his back. I wondered if he felt the heat from me as I did from his body. He was sweating, I could smell it. Exertion, fear, I don't know.
The hand released me but stayed close, probably to make sure I was not going to collapse. The only sound was ragged breathing, from me and Alan. We both jumped as the guard coughed.
A hand went over my right shoulder and pushed Alan. It took a few more nudges before he started to shuffle forward. The shuffling and noise from the dragging chains covered every other sound.
I had to see who was behind us, had Alan seen him … However concentrating on 'walking' in step with Alan was taking most of my attention. I'd bump into him, then his head would jerk back as I tried to judge the pace and pulled the chain taut. He would move a bit faster and drag my head forward.
I doubted whether I could turn my head round anyway, even if we were stationary.

The end of the corridor seemed a long way off.
'Follow the light, can you see it?, Go to the light, it's there … waiting for you!' I giggled a bit. Well my weird sense of humour seemed intact! Two black 'n' white ghosts seeking the light, finding it and shuffling slowly towards it. Would we be like that film, OK it's not Christmas but there was a ghost in that with rattling chains, 'Scratchit'.
Future? Past? Present? What would we show... 'Scrooge' not 'scratchit', 'Scrooge'. Nah the one with 'pip and the convict' would be more appropriate. I was wheezing through the gag as I giggled harder.
It would be impossible for me to move if it developed further into laughter.
The rectangle of light grew larger, that had a calming effect on me as we approached the unknown.

Alan stopped and I crashed into him. I looked over his shoulder. Unremarkable! A small room. A door in the wall before us, a single door to the right, a caged door to the left along from the door we entered and a double door on the far left wall.

A bag was pulled over my head and I'm sure Alan got one too before the chain was released from his collar.
We were moving again, a firm hand gripped my upper arm, presumably the guard was between us.
The floor of the room was different. The caged door, that was what had been opened, it was an elevator. My stomach churned as the door was slammed and the floor moved slightly before it seemed to drop away from me.

There seemed to be no time for my stomach to catch up with me as we descended not even when the lift stopped with a thump and the gate was opened.
We trudged out bumping shoulders often as we were lead by short tugs on the chain.
One tug caused Alan to make a noise that to me sounded like a whining puppy, so I nudged him with my shoulder and attempted to whine and whimper in sympathy. He nudged me back.
I growled.
He made a strange gargling sound and began choking. I was pushed roughly aside and there was a scuffling. I made my way to the noise, but a hand pushed against my chest.

“Can you no take the bag of my head as well!” Alan shouted, then whispered, “Uhm! ... Please Boss sir!” He cleared his throat.
“Wait! Where you taking him?” He called out as I was hustled away.

I was pushed into what seemed to be a cupboard, the guard loosened the cord holding the sack at my neck and undid the gag. The door closed with a clang behind me.
A few small steps backward and I found the door, I searched for the sides and reckoned the cupboard was a bout two foot square!
Barred walls and doors, another fucking cage, one that didn't leave any room for the comfort of sitting.
I heard the clattering as Alan was brought in and parked next door to me.
“Boss please! Just tell me if he's OK?”
Silence.
I was trying to get the gag out. Oh it was loose but my jaws were stiff and the sack kept me from pushing it out completely.
“Boss if you're still here don't bother I think I just found him!” Alan said with a touch of disgust.
“You're a fucking idiot you know!” …....” I heard his intake of breath, I held mine as well, “That is you grunting and gargling Billy? We must be on our own or I'd be getting kicked a' round the place. He'd have thought I was talking to him.”

“Yup!” I snapped out as I finally had the tube thing free of my mouth. I grunted and groaned as I worked my jaw, it clicked several times.

“Yup? Yup? Is that a' your gonna say. You are one STUPID FUCKING IDIOT! Damn near choked me with that whining never mind the growl. Stupid cunt!”

“Nice to know you still have your sense of humour anyway.”
“It's life, we'll get by! Let's face it, we've managed so far.”
“Yup!”
“Fuck you and your 'yupping'!”
“Woof!” I replied and we started laughing.

“You think this IS a wind up Bill?”

“Does it matter? We're just a couple of fuck-ups anyway! Do what we usually do, make the best of it, reckon we both have had plenty of practice at whippings and hard labour.” I chuckled.

“YUP!”
“Fuck off!” I retorted. “You still got the sack on?”
“Yup! Have you?”
“Al … why the fuck would I be asking if I could see for myself?”
“Oh you can see through walls, can you?”
“There's walls between us?”
“I don't know, I've got a hood covering my head, you idiot!”
“It's bars,” I laughed.
“You bastard you can see!”
“No but if you get to the bars and I can get my head down to your hand you might be able to pull it off!” I waited wondering what the hell he was doing. Puffing, grunting and inevitable sounds of iron on iron.

“Hurry fucking up! I'm gonna get stuck here. Fuck! I might be stuck already...”
“Serve you right, you never fucking listen. Mine is loose round the neck, is yours? That's why you were to pull mine off first!”

“Hmmm!”
I worked my wrist as far through the cuff as I could and started to grope for the sack-hood. I felt it and gave a few tugs. I had enough to get a grip with my thumb and forefinger. And gave it a few tugs.

“My hair! It's the fucking sack you're meant to be pulling!”
“Stop whining!” I continued tugging even though he still complained about his hair then his nose.

He then shook his head and exclaimed.”YES! Don't think we should bother with the other chains or the collar. An upturned nose and bald patches I can live with but my head is definitely better on my shoulders.”

“Fuckin' drama queen. Come on it's my turn.”

“Well what's it worth? Blow-job, Fuck, Rim me? No wait how about all three?”

“Like you don't get enough of that already, shit-head!”

“You look better like that! Think I'll just leave ya!”

“Too late. Should have spoke sooner before I got down here.”

“Idiot! Now we're both stuck!”

“Fucks sake Alan...”

“Put your head forward and down a bit convict-scum!”

“Yes Boss Shit-head Sir! … Oww!”

“Oh was that your hair? Sorreeee, I'm sure.”

“Bastard!”
“OW! Nasty. Say sorry or you can sit like that till the guard rescues you, or maybe I can push you further down and get you really jammed in...!” He chuckled and put his hand on my head.

“Fine! Please yourself, I might as well get comfy then.” I pulled my head away from his touch, “No I'm fine as I am, thanks.”

“Don't be so fucking huffy you arsehole.”

“Well I'll let you try to get it off, if you say please. Don't worry if you can't manage it though.”
“Please!”
“OK you can try now!” I stopped him before he could rant.

“See!” He whipped the hood from my head, “Half the time you took and much less painful as well.”

“Fuck, I think I'm half blind, everything is a bit dim.”

“Dummy it's sub-fused lighting!”

“Sub-fused?” I asked.

“Yup! Subdued / diffused lighting – sub-fused. Thought you could work that out...”

“Cages... cages inside bigger cages.”
“Yeah thank fuck they didn't stuff us in one of them on that wall!”
“Why they look roomier than this.”
“Look again. It might be deeper but shorter and it looks like three cages, one on top of the other!”

“Must be getting new built. Builders stuff and dust sheets on the other side!”
“YAY! We're christening it. Toss you for who cuts the ribbon...”

“Toss, even if I could get my hands on it they put a tube thing over it. Crushes it when I get a wee bit excited!” Alan sounded lost in thought.

“Oh-oh, company...” I said as the lights brightened.
A door slammed. Footsteps and shadows beyond the glare of the lights focussed on the cages.

“You think it's chow time Billy?”
“Nope that'd be candlelight surely. This must be show-time and I guess we're the star attraction!”

“Well convicts! You seem to have made your selves comfortable.”
“Yes Boss, you see we...” Alan started.
“Did I say you could speak convict? NO!”
“He's just explaining we don't belong here?” I machine-gunned out before he could cut me off.
“Ah, I see. You just wandered in here yourselves and thought you'd try some of the clothing and facilities then?” The voice then stopped.
“Well? I'm waiting....”

“Hang on! You're that Paul guy at the sports field this morning. You must know us, we spoke to you, Sergeant Stevens, contact him. He'll sort it out.”

“Dave Stevens? He sent you here? Hmm... Hope he's gonna share you around the crew! I don't remember you from that gang this morning. That gang have been here a while you two just came through today.”

“As visitors for fucks sake, the school, we were in the bushes and you came looking for a couple of convicts. Remember?”

“There was a couple there but one was a scrawny wee git and the other built like a brick shit-house. You pair look even scrawnier than the wee guy there. How did you know about that?”

“Save your breath Billy,” Alan mumbled, “Look fella just get Sergeant Stevens or , Riley, Wilson, the governor or Eric Johnson! … urm... Please?”

“Oh my humble apologies Sir! I'll get right on it, any preference who I call in first?”

“Nope and your sarcasm is worse or is it better ... than his.” Alan paused, “You just going to stand there and no say a word Bill?”

“No you seem to be on a roll, carry on.” I turned my attention to the boss, “Boss if you want it cleared up just gag him and listen to me. I'll try no to confuse you and make you think you're a complete fucking idiot like him!”

“Why would you think I was a complete fucking idiot Scumbag?”

“That is no quite what I meant to say!”

“No doubt fuck-face!”

There was a chuckle from Alan, “Told you before Billy you think out loud too much!”

“Oh and you're a great fucking help! You laughing and talking to him like that is hardly likely to get the fucker to check it out any time soon!”

“I am still here convicts and nobody is going weep to many tears over a couple of wasters like you! Maybe I should leave you here for 24 hours, just wondering if I should whip the hide off you now or when I come back.”

“Do you think that's a definite NO Alan or just a definite MAYBE in checking us out?”
“Don't know but if he is leaving we'll ask him to leave the lights on?”
“ON? They're fucking blinding!”
“Exactly, we want them on, he'll put them off and as he's standing listening just outside our cages, he'll start to wonder. I want them on, you want them off or do we both...”
“Alan shut the fuck up!”

A radio crackled into life, 'Officer Menzies, please report to Admin!'
“Fuck!” He clicked his radio, “Dave are you sure I have the right two that you decided to keep?”
He was already walking away so I never heard the reply as Alan was busy shouting... “Hey what the fuck is that supposed to mean, we no good enough for you like?”

“Well that went well... Don't you think?” I asked Alan.
“Hmm, let's see... Yup! If it is a wind up and another Yup! If it's not!”
“Yup! S'pose... We couldn't have made it any worse either way!”

“Guys? You might like to think about toning it down a bit.” The voice was followed by a shadow that grew larger and darker. “I know you have no idea what that means, fuck, it took them long enough to explain it to me. Still don't really get it!”

“Murphy!” I finally said when I recovered from the shock. “So what's up?”
“Yeah Jimbo, what the fuck happens next? Please tell me it starts with feeding us.” Alan added.

Jim laughed, “Don't know about that, don't have a clue about anything. Paul must. He said anything?”

“Paul? You mean that prick that trailed us down and got us chained, then left us for hours before coming back and dumping us here. Been fucking hours on our knees and feet and the 'bling' is a dead weight!” I said with a touch of venom.
“Yeah and where is that bastard Stevens?” Alan irritatedly questioned. “No to mention that fucker Foxxy and Mr Anderson.”

“Guys if I knew I would tell you. Serge was called to a meeting with The Governor and Mr Anderson. Then the rest of his team were called in. I was taken by a woman to the dining place...”

“What did you have Jim?” Alan broke in. “What! Hey You're just as fucking hungry as I am!”
I broke my stare with Alan. “Gag him Boss Jim, then please continue.”
“Huh!” Jim moved towards Alan.
“HEY WAIT!” I shouted.
“Yeah he was fucking joking, tell him Billy!”
“GOT YA!” Jim chuckled as Alan and me mumbled disparaging comments at our 'friendly' guard.
“They haven't caned you yet, you never mentioned that. Good! Wouldn't want to miss that! … Maybe let me have a go...”

“Jim? Can you... You BASTARD! … Quit fooling and let us know what you know.”
“Oh right, well she just showed me the way and left me with a guy called Ian. Quiet guy, seventeen and fucking hot! A bit taller than you two and I thought more skinny but that was just the gear he was wearing.” Jim was staring at me through the bars strangely. “The meeting was obviously something to do with us, or you two in particular.”

“How do you know if you weren't there?”
“Anderson was there Alan and I were shunted off out the way.”
“And? … Is that it?”

“Mostly. This guy Ian has an uncle, him and his brothers live with him, an older and a younger brother. That's why he was here.”
“Jim what the fuck are you on about and how does that have anything to do with Bill and me?”
“Nothing yet but him and me will be meeting up later. Quit rolling your eyes, no in that way! Shit! Sex and food is all you two think about!” He sighed, “He's more his type than yours or mine Alan. The training centre is an in-house facility, we get to stay here! I'll just have to wait a week, graduate and start here the following week.”

“And me and Alan?”

“Still the same as far as I know, graduation, a couple of weeks, then here to make the video thing.”

“Jim, where are Anderson and the rest?” I asked.
“They left around five. I spoke to Anderson before he left. The other guys...”
“The governor and the Serge I think he means Jim.”

“Oh they'll be here shortly. Eric was showing us around more of the place. They're outside. Serge said I could have a quick word with you, think it was so I could see you were OK!”

“So who's coming shortly if they're outside?” I said through gritted teeth.
“I see you're both fine anyway apart from being starved and a bit pissed about something!”
“Yeah go and get them to come in, they'll maybe tell us more than you. Fucking swanning off and getting a dinner and extended tour then come in here telling us nothing.” Alan paused, “Eric, the guard from earlier he's there too you said?”

“If you'd stop thinking about sex and food and listened you would hear me clearer. The governor And Serge are coming over. Eric and Ian are outside.”
“OK, well We don't mind if they want to come in do we Billy?” I noticed a not very well hidden plea in there.

“No. The more the fucking merrier.” I sighed.


Chapter 12

“Listen Alan, guys, Eric and Ian seem to know one another... quite well … close they seem to be quite close is what I'm saying.” He was looking at Alan and so was I.

He looked a little bit crestfallen, “I didn't ask you to bring them in for a fuck party!”

“Fine I just thought I should say something...” Thankfully the lights were changed to a more normal setting before the three of them came back in.

I was watching Alan, he smiled and it faded. Turning I could see why, the guy with the mohawk jumped up and had shoulder bumped Eric.
“You OK Alan?” I whispered as I stared at the new bod...erm face.
“Yup..” was the rather subdued response.

“Hey guys, Jim thinks he needs back-up.” Eric said as he approached the cages.
“This is Ian guys. Did Jim tell you he was joining the same as him in a couple of weeks?” Eric was puzzled, “Jim you said they were OK. He looks as if he could kill someone and the other one looks like he's ready to attack..... Ohhh!”

I heard Jim laugh. The guy was right in front of me.
“They really fixed on without locks?”
“Yes Sir.” I said quietly, “I'm...”
“Pleased to meet you. Me too.” He finished my sentence. And waved a hand in front of me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I realised he had offered his hand to me. I stuck my right hand up towards his. “Uhm, it's a bit awkward boss, kinda tied up at the moment. I watched his hand come through the bars and take mine.

“Yeah. Kinda stupid I know, I mean I am, stupid, that is. I saw the cuffs and... Handy though... erm you look good too... I mean you look fine... OK you look OK. I like the way you look. No that didn't... Eric was telling me and I don't think I could do what you've done today.”
“I'm sure you could have done …” Is he still holding my hand or is it me holding his, “me I think! Shit! … Urm done the same as me, I mean. I like … I thought skinheads usually had tight jeans and shirts with the boots Sir?”

“Hmm? Yup, usually but I had to tone it down a bit for today. Why you calling me Sir?”
I finally managed to tear my eyes away from his groin, even in baggy jeans I could see his dick pointing at me. “What? Sorry I was thinking about something else... sorry. What would you like me to call you?”

“Don't much care, Ian, boss, sir... as long as you call me!” His hand slipped from mine and moved to my crotch as he stepped closer to my cage. “Oh! Thought you .. but you have.. so you maybe...”

“Billy?” He said it three times before I turned my head.
“Ian. That's Alan, my mate, friend, my cousin. Alan this is Ian.”
“Nice to meet you I'm sure Ian but I was trying to let you know we're not alone.”
“I know, but Jim's OK. We talked earlier and well my big bro knew before I did I think.”
“BIG BRO! As in brother, same mum and dad! Jim you bastard! I'll get you back for this!”

“Same Uncle Dave too!” The sergeant stated as he looked over Ian's shoulder.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed quietly.
“That's what I was trying to tell you two earlier.” Alan whispered back.
“Eric is your brother and Dave St.. erm the sergeant, is the uncle you live with? You could have told me!” Jim rambled.
“You never asked, I thought you must have known!”

“Sorry Alan a wee misunderstanding, I mean Eric, well you know he's built already and Ian is a bit erm a bit differently built but still hot as I said earlier!” Jim was blushing and looked away when I shot him a dagger filled look.

“Ian.” Sergeant Stevens put a hand on his shoulder. “IAN would you... Jeez the last time I saw that look was when I refused to let you take that mongrel from the dog home!”

“Yeah and I said I would look after it. Eric even said he would help.” Ian said defensively.
“Mean bastard!” I muttered and heard Alan agree with a whispered “Yeah!”

“Well I didn't think it would work, You at school, me working. Who would have cleared up after it? And don't say you would. Who would clear up after you!”

“I would serge...” I found myself uttering.
“Yeah and I could, if he...” Alan stuttered out while looking at Eric's feet with the occasional look of hope when he glanced at his face.


“Fuck me!” He turned, “Governor?” Serge said.
“Sorry Dave, Robbie will be back soon enough for me.” Governor Fox chuckled.
“Jerry that's not what I meant and you know it.” He grabbed the governor by the shoulder and pulled him over toward the door.

We all watched in silence. As they came back, Eric quickly turned to Ian. “Don't Ian I'm no sure it's the time.”
“He'll be fine, we both know it!” Ian said and turned to me and winked.

“Right gentlemen.”
“'Scuse me governor can I ask the sergeant something?” Ian asked.
The sergeant and governor looked at each other and responded together, “NO!”

“Is that no to the question or no to me asking it.” Ian asked in a hurt voice.
“BOTH!” Serge answered, but the governor put a hand on his shoulder.
“We don't know what the question was Dave.”

Without waiting, Ian Blurted out his question, “I was just going to ask if I could take this one home for a couple of days?” He indicated with his thumb to me.

“You were right Dave,” mumbled the governor.
Serge grinned, “If you promise to look after it properly, feed it, groom it, exercise it and let your hair grow properly, you can keep it as long as you want.”

“Dave?” Eric interrupted but the sergeant just waved a hand at him.
“So if I keep my 'hawk, I'll still have a job but not him?”

“Yep!”
“Dave, I al..”
“It's fine Eric. If we all got hawks the convicts might find us even more intimidating!” Serge laughed.

“Uncle Dave, Eric was trying to tell you I had already promised him to let my hair grow. So when can I take him home? I can always get my 'hawk back any time seeing as it wouldn't interfere with my job!”

“Yeah go Boss Ian!” I chuckled and the rest soon followed apart from the Sergeant who stared at his nephew.
“It's sergeant to you little boss!”
“Yes Sir. Governor you heard what Sergeant David Stevens agreed too?”
The governor nodded.
“Ian? What the fuck you doing. Don't you trust me?”
“Course I do Serge!”
“Doesn't sound like it! I always keep my word to you and your brothers except in certain circumstances. You have to understand about these guys.”
“I do understand, you're keeping them here till Monday morning, then they come back after a couple of weeks for the info-vid or whatever you call it. I can wait.”

“Fuck. Thanks for asking us. Eh Alan?”
“Jim said it was OK!” Ian explained.

“What about how he feels, he might not...”

“So if we take them home tonight we can talk to them.” He turned to me and grinned, “Who knows it might just be another phase I'm going through, but we could get to know a bit more about each other.” He blushed. “ I mean find out more about them and how things..., they'll have things they need to know before they do the film thing.”

“And Andy, what about him?” Serge asked.

“He's straight Dave. He never said anything about bringing convicts back home. Though he did use some of the other animals you brought over.” Eric offered up.
Ian laughed, “You remember that muscle guy covered in tatts, scared the shit out of me and Eric but Andy, nope. It was him that shaved his eyebrows off and had him caned every other day! Hey he was 14 and experimenting.”

“Andy! I thought it was you two that were causing him grief. He spent about three months in the cages for admitting to threatening the three of you!”

“Dave, maybe you should wait and take this up when you get home.” Governor Fox tapped his wristwatch.

“Yea OK Jerry.”

“Jim, Ian can you go and wait in the outer office.” He waited till the two of them began to leave.
“Alan, Billy. First time was getting on and Robbie, Mr Anderson had to get the others back home.
Da... Sergeant Stevens here convinced us that keeping you wouldn't be a problem. Robbie cleared it with the school and your families, well Jim's family any way. Mr Murphy is coming over tomorrow to speak with you all. You were asked and agreed to being properly fitted out, the lifer kit I mean.”

We both nodded.

“Yes. What I did not know was how he handled that last bit and we did have a serious discussion about the repercussions. Seems I should have had more faith in the man than I did. I just want to ask you both if you had any problems, the slightest doubt. Ahem. If you like I can have both officers wait outside, it'll just be me and you two?”

“I'm OK with them here.” Alan said.
“Same here, wouldn't have mattered if Ian had, and Jim too, stayed.” I added. “Unless you want them to go?”

He grinned. “OK Dave?”
“OK Eric let's go and annoy the trainees.” He laughed. “Just remember Jerry you have to be right at least once it's only logical the odds fall on your side at some point in time!”

“Hurrumph! I'll let you know if I need you again sergeant. Dismissed!”

“You really comfortable enough with all of this?”
“No really!” I said followed by Alan agreeing and mentioning a desire for some refreshments which would be very welcome. Well Actually his response was more. “I would be if I was priest but even they don't spend as much time on their knees and I'll bet they get fed and watered occasionally.”
This left the governor somewhat confused. “So as I was saying, problems. We were a bit concerned with the fitting and the transfer. You both seemed subdued although that can be difficult with you two in particular, you seem to be able to keep your emotions under a tight rein!”

“Guv'nor we just accept what life throws at us and get on with it, the good and the bad. It's life and some things you can't control, so you live with it and the consequences. Sometimes we do things right, other times we fuck up....” Alan began, I continued.
“And it's our choice to choose which option to follow. Do we lie back and blame everyone but ourselves...”
“Think we'd be better off dead...”
“Moan incessantly about nothing being fair...”
“Wait or beg others to do something to make it all better...”
“Or just live the experience through without worrying to much about what we're missing or what will happen tomorrow. We have friends, good friends, We also have some people who would rather we were out of their lives...”
“We live our life with and for ourselves and friends...”

“And to spite the rest. Oh we do get hurt and worried and wonder what life will be like in the future but we know that we have had and will have more of the intensity of love, hate even indifference. Neither of us will believe that we can be perfect, we do believe that we are able to follow the paths our lives take us down.”

“You actually believe that spending the rest of your days in those clothes, chains, kept in cages or cells when you're not assigned to hard-labour. Getting caned or whipped because a boss decided you needed it you would still survive intact. You wouldn't grow bitter and angry and ready to cause trouble at any and every opportunity!”

“No sir, we both said we could live today and tomorrow in these clothes and chains in these cages. A week from now we might be either homicidal or suicidal, end up in a lunatic asylum or worse.
We would have to deal with whatever situation came up with whatever motivation we could muster!”

“I see. Fine. Just carry on till Sergeant Stevens comes back.” He walked out the door.

“Carry on?”
“Yup that's what the man said!

“OK scumbags. Feeding time!” I grinned back at the grinning face of Ian.

“About fuckin' time!” Alan grumbled.

“Do you want to eat?” Ian barked at Alan.
“Yeah.”
“I asked do you want to eat convict?”
“Yes... Please... Boss?”
“There wasn't that easy? OK. I'll take you first. All you have to do is what I tell you.”
“Thanks Boss!” Alan grinned and stuck his tongue out at me.
“Open your mouth boy!” He waited, “Gagged and hooded before I even open the cage.”
“How can I eat if I'm...”
“Please yourself..” Ian turned away.
“Wait!” Alan was standing with his mouth wide by the time Ian turned back.
I laughed quietly, as Ian inserted the gag he had retrieved from Alan's neck then pulled the sack over his head.
Alan obviously heard me and started to mumble through the gag.
“Quiet convict, same applies to your fuck-buddy there!”
I watched as he took Alan through the door and wondered how long they'd be.
I grinned again as Ian was back within minutes. “What did you do with him?”
“Left him out there for Eric. He looks good kneeling there in the middle of the floor. Just hope Eric doesn't trip over him.” He laughed.
“What you chained him to the floor!” He nodded in reply.
“OK your turn my boy!” He reached for my gag and firmly fastened it in place.

“Fancy an appetiser boy. See anything Boss might share with you?” My eyes followed his hand as he spoke. I was transfixed on the region, even when he removed the sacking from the front of his belt. “Good boy!” He soothed. “Boss Ian like his convict slave, so much he might have a special dessert for his favourite convict! Would you like that slave? Want to taste boss, feel him feed you a sausage in your hole after you suck on it for a while. Boss wants, needs to share his meat with his special convict. A feeling he had as soon as he came in and saw him standing in his cage in the spotlights.”
I groaned. Aware that the tube encircling my cock was getting tighter and slimier.
“Maybe boss will taste his slave's cock or allow it to enter his superior arse. After the slave's tongue and lips gently prepares it. You want that boy?” He had opened my shirt and started to play with my nipples, “Will your eyes beg silently to your skinhead boss, beg for the honour and pleasure of worshipping his body, every inch of it, with your mouth. Lick the sweat from his skin, sniff deeply in the pits and crotch. Can you smell the sweat and piss, mixing with the pre-cum and the nectar itself, maybe the slaves own arse juices.”

As he talked I felt his fingers tracing patterns and circles on my chest. I had a sharp intake of breath each time his nail raked my nip, when he squeezed it tingled right down to the head of my cock, pleasure and pain. Tingling, shivers down my spine, my arms struggled hopelessly against the cuffs as I tried to reach out to him. He began to withdraw and my body tried to follow, I pushed against the bars.
“You are hungry for something! Hang on. Let me open the cage.” He laughed.

I groaned in disappointment when I realised he was leading me out of the cage room. I slowed down trying to stop but he kept pulling me blindly forward by my collar-chain.