Graduation 17 - 18

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 17 - 18
Date: 22 May 2011

“Get your mouth up closer,” He tugged gently on my hands that he had been holding, having pulled them through when he offered me his from his side of the bars.
There was something wonderfully erotic about this forbidden contact, captives in separate cages, yearning for the touch of another being. My cock swelled. His tongue found it's way into my mouth, I pressed closer as did he, he let my hands go and pushed through the bars to hold my head. We tongue fucked, then he pulled my head down until my nose was in the centre of the square opening in the flat bars and kissed the tip. He started with the nose thing again, his tongue darting in and pushing deep. Gross? Yep definitely, well if I was doing it, but different having it done!

There was a cough. “So you've kissed and made up.”
“Fuck off Eric!”
“OK, I'll tell Dave you want to stay here. You want to stay here with your new friend Billy?”
“Eric stop pissing around and get me out of here. You gonna take this chastity thing off too?”

“No chance that stays for a week at least!”
“Eric please. Tell erm .. ask him Billy.”
“It's nothing to do with him Ian!”
“Yes it has, he doesn't want it any more than I do.”
“He doesn't have one... Ah you mean, is that right Billy?”

“If I agree with him would you take it off?”
“Maybe?”
“OK. Compromise? Keep it on but not for a week – or – take it off but replace it if he misbehaves?”
“I'll think about it, let you both know later. Will I need these?” He dangled cuffs in front of Ian.”
“Yeah!” Ian answered enthusiastically and grinned at me.

“OK, out you come Billy.” He opened my cage.
“I don't see why you need them Boss.”
“He seemed keen on the idea.” Eric was opening Ian's cage. “Turn around.” He ordered him.
“Eric! I thought you meant for him.”
“Why? It was you I asked. Easy or hard?”
“You wouldn't … Easy, I guess then.” Ian replied despondently.
“Good choice. Don't want to look bad in front of Billy.” Eric sniggered.
“Wait Eric. What if you cuffed us together? Billy doesn't mind. Do you?”
“OK.” Eric grabbed me and cuffed my right wrist to the remaining cuff.
Eric walked off and we followed.
“Why the fuck did you not say you wanted my cock-free?” He whispered as he took my cuffed hand in his.
“Because he would have stood firm on keeping it on for a week. He'll have time to back down gracefully this week.”
“He probably knows you just as well Ian!” Eric laughed.

“Shouldn't be fucking listening to private conversations!” Ian retorted huffily.

“You want my decision now?”
I squeezed his hand and pulled it back and shook my head when he looked at me.
“No, I'm sorry Eric.” He said as he looked at me and I nodded.

We followed in silence, till we found ourselves in the yard beside a van, Serge was standing speaking to Riley, Alan was looking out the passenger side. Wilson and Menzies were walking away but came back when they saw us.

“They make a cute couple of felons Dave.” Serge and Riley turned round when Menzies spoke.

“Are they holding hands?” Wilson asked.
They all had smirks on their faces. Ian let go of my hand.
“Was easier on his wrist I thought. He had them damned heavy ones on and they're a bit chafed!” Ian explained blushing.
“Sure!”
“Yeah just joking Ian. See you later guys.” Wilson added and he and Menzies headed off in the direction of the admin building.
“Wait up!” Riley called after them, “You sure you can manage all of them Dave? Can always follow you till you get them home.”
“Think I'll cope Jim, see you in the morning.” Serge answered.
“Be good guys!” Riley addressed the rest of us including Eric.

Ian walked to the back of the van. Eric followed and opened it up.
“Convict transport!” Ian confirmed my suspicion. “Telling it like it is... slave transport. You riding in here or up front Eric?”
“Up front of course, just be you two.”

“What time is it Eric?”
“Around ten. Not that it matters, you were and are not going anywhere tonight!”

“Shit! I had plans! That's too fucking tight!” Ian complained as Eric locked a chain around his waist.
I looked around, a bench either side and chains clipped on the wall around waist level and snap-hooks on the floor. “What's the hooks on the floor for Eric?”
“Passengers in this vehicle have leg irons already so the hook snaps onto them. The waist chain is just like a seat belt. It'll stop you sliding along the shelf.”

“It's fucking control Billy, that's the polite way to help calming first time passengers!” Ian mumbled.

Eric laughed, ruffled Ian's hair, “Somebody in the huff? Now that you're both comfy we'll get off. Be there in half an hour.” He left and slammed the doors.

“Why's he taking us to your place if we are coming back in the morning?” I whispered to Ian.
“No fucking idea!” His tone was rather terse.
“You worried about something Ian?”
“What's with all the fucking question. You are one yappy cunt! Need to get a muzzle for you.”

We sat in silence. Maybe he was just pissed off at how he was being treated. Or like me tired. I had mixed feelings, he was like Jekyll and Hyde and I normally wouldn't tolerate friends like that, but somehow I seemed to be looking for excuses for his mood swings.

“Billy.... Wake up, we're here!”
“Fuck off! Just give me another couple of minutes.” I shivered, it felt cold all of a sudden.

“I think he's just exhausted Eric.”
I blinked a few times, “Am I awake yet, or is it still this weird dream? Fuck I ache every-fucking-where!”
“Stop moaning for fucks sake!”
“Why? You want a turn like?”
“Been weird no sure I can get my head round it. Twin brother, I've got a twin!”
“So have I Alan. So stop boasting!” I chuckled.
“Boasting? Was bad enough when you were my cousin. Don't know how I'll be able to hold my head up now that your my brother.... a fucking twin!” Alan responded.
“You should be grateful ya wanker. Who wouldn't give an arm or leg to be able to look at me all fucking day, all you need is a mirror!”

There was a burst of laughter behind us. We looked at each other before turning. “Where the fuck are we Al?” I whispered.
“His place.” He nodded at the man walking up behind us from the back of the van. “Wake the fuck up!”
I closed my eyes, “I am awake!”
“You sure? You still look like a zombie...”
“Of course I'm fucking sure! You some kind of ...” I looked at Alan, “You never said that did you?”
He was grinning.
I turned to the man who was standing in front of us, “Sorry, just kinda woke up!”
The man just turned us round and put an arm over each of our shoulders, “Don't wake up too much. You can get straight to bed when we get inside.”

“How? What did we do to get sent to bed without supper?” I asked.

“OK OK but I ain't tucking you in or reading a bedtime story!” Serge laughed.

We got some supper and shown to a sparsely furnished room with bunk beds.

Alan looked around, “Hey boss you really need a decorator for your spare room or are all your rooms like cells to make you more comfortable!” He sniggered.

“Prison cells don't have curtains do they?” Serge stated more than questioned.
I walked over to the curtains and lifted one.
“All the ground floor and basement windows are barred!” Serge grinned, “I'll come clean guys, it's the house guys room.”

“Think he means the slaveboy quarters Al!”
“More or less right there Bill. Oh and if you use the bucket you have to empty it... G'night guys!” Serge pointed to a lidded bucket, laughed and left.

“Fuck!” Alan mumbled, “No blankets just a bare mattress!” He strode over and slammed the door, “I'm getting a wee bit pissed at this!”

“You shouldn't have done that Alan.”
“Done what?”
“There's no handle on it.”
He turned back to the door, which suddenly opened.
“Good job the lock timer can be over-ridden!” Eric laughed, “Come on guys, or do you prefer to stay here? I reckon it's a 3star rating here, would you care to see the other rated places.”

“Five fucking star please!” Alan grinned.
We jostled one another as we scrambled to get out the door.
The room on the upper floor was much smarter, two single beds and reasonably furnished.
“Make yourselves at home guys. En-suite through that door. No room service, so up and downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.”
“When?” I asked.
“Any time, I presume you can find something to keep you going till breakfast is ready. No houseboys at present so we have to fend for ourselves.”
“We can just wander around, we don't have to wait for you or Serge then?” Alan asked.
“Not unless you want to. My room is next door, black with a couple of sugars would be a real nice start!” Eric was looking at Alan, who was beginning to blush.

“Great! I'll have the same and maybe some toast Al!” I grinned widely.

“Fuck you!”
“Yeah I s'pose you could but thought maybe...” I was watching Eric start to redden but Alan jumped me and pushed me down onto the bed. “OK OK me tonight and Eric'll just have to wait till morning!”

Eric laughed and Alan's stern look faded as he cracked a grin that became laughter.

“KEEP IT DOWN YOU LOT. ERIC! YOUR OWN ROOM!” The voice boomed from the room across the hallway.
That just set us off again when Eric shrugged, wiggled his eyebrows and left.

I woke up with Alan pressed close to my back, his cock nudging between my cheeks and his arm across my chest. Yeah I was tempted but my arse, crack and hole still felt tender, so I slipped out from under his arm and did my business and showered. Toothpaste and new brushes, soap and towels! Hell I could get used to this.
I quietly made my way downstairs, there was no sign of life. I found the coffee machine and set it up. I was looking out the window into a yard and beyond a the wall I could see the hills and trees. We didn't seem to be in the main part of the village. Shit! Maybe I should put some clothes on, I returned to the room, Alan was still asleep. I grabbed the coveralls then decided the stripes fitted better so I climbed into the pants and went back to the kitchen.
A smaller version of Eric was standing looking at the coffee machine. He turned as he heard me.
“AH! Coffee, crème with sugar, toast, one spreading cheese, the other butter and jam..no make it marmalade. Can you manage to remember that boy? I'll be back shortly after I shower.” The boy stormed past me muttering something about it being time we had a replacement.

I helped myself to a coffee and went back to the room. Alan appeared from the bathroom.
“Hey! Where's mine?”
“Kitchen. Thought you were still asleep! No body about just nip down and help yourself.”
He pondered for a moment then wrapped the towel around his waist and wandered off.
“This isn't one of your....” He stuck his head back round the door.
“Shit Al! I'm no even halfway through my first coffee, it's way too early!” I groaned.
“Hmmmm!” But he left nevertheless.

It wasn't till I heard footsteps in the hall I remembered my encounter with the strange cheery chappy in the kitchen. I got up to go down to the kitchen. Eric was in the hall as I opened the door.
“Have a good night?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Alan is down in the....”
“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO, SCUMBAG!”
There was a short pause.
“WHO SAID YOU COULD SHOWER, GET DRESSED PROPERLY. FUCKING ANIMAL! YOU'LL HAVE MORE STRIPES AND BRUISES ON YOUR BUTT BEFORE THE DAY IS OUT!”

“SHUT THE FUCK-UP AND LISTEN YA WEE SQUIRT! MANNERS COST FUCK-ALL AND IF YOU DON'T WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOU'LL HAVE MORE THAN A FEW BRUISES!” Alan sounded irate.

I followed Eric but he stopped at the door and pushed me back out of sight and winked.
“Problems Andy?”
“SHUT UP! I'M TALKING TO MY BROTHER!” He admonished Alan.
“Yeah bro' I told, erm, asked this piece of shit to make me some breakfast and he seems to have fucked off for a shower. You lot are to easy going with these dumb convicts. No respect for their betters for a start!”

“What makes you think he's a convict?”
“He was wearing stripes, and a caught a glimpse of him creeping around butt naked and saw his beaten arse.” I was peering through the crack in the door and the boy reached over and pulled Al's towel off.
“See!”

Eric was smart enough to step between them.
“Fuck! I'm just up Eric and came down to grab a coffee and this... this brother of yours was ranting at me like a lunatic. Is he always as pleasant as this to house guests...”
“Guest? A GUEST. You sure as hell didn't get an invite to the fucking prison, who the fuck would be a guest there!” The boy was actually trying to push Eric out of his way!

“Turn round please Alan.” Eric made a circular motion with his finger then threw the towel to Alan.
“You call it by name!” The disgust was obvious in the voice of the 'squirt'.

“Enough Andrew!” Eric barked.

“YOU! You set me up!” Alan glared as I stepped through the door.
“No. I couldn't have got this result. I forgot about him honest and why would he think you were me?”

“That's the one Eric. I thought...” The boy looked at Alan then me, “They're twins! What is he doing here then?” He pointed at Alan. “Is he not a convict as well!” He looked at me. “You! Drop them stripes!”

“Fuck off!”
“Are you going to let it away with that Eric? Never mind the cane, a full whipping is what that needs! ERIC!”

A hand fell on my shoulder, “Making an early start are we Bill?”

“Uncle Dave...”
“Andy stop whining! Get me a coffee!”
“ME?” The boy exclaimed as he looked at me and Alan.
“And me Andy and don't forget to ask our guests.” Eric answered.
Serge coughed as the boy was about to speak. He looked at his uncle then went to the coffee machine.

We sat around at the table as Eric and the serge explained who we were to Andy who was totally embarrassed and when he was asked why, he launched into a rant about being treated like a kid, always the last to know stuff. When he finished he looked at Eric and demanded to know what else he didn't yet know.
“It concerns 'Uncle Dave'.” Eric stated after getting a nod from the serge.
“We'll talk about it now, in private.” Serge turned to Alan and me, “Can you two cook? Some bacon. Eggs that sort of stuff?”
“Course!” I jumped in.
“Aye like pigs fly he means! I can do that though.” Alan said.
“Be scrambled eggs then...” I added.
“OK see what you can rustle up guys please. Maybe better put some clothes on Alan!” Serge stood up and nodded to the nephews, who trooped out.
Alan was soon back in his blue overalls.
I had raided the fridge and pulled out a couple of packs of bacon and half a dozen eggs.
“Don't look like much!” Alan stated.
“Toast we'll make loads of toast?”
“Course you can cook...right!” Alan was back at the fridge and brought out more eggs.
“Break them into a bowl and whisk them up. Need to be by hand!” He looked around as he spoke.
“Yes Boss right away sir!” I responded with a 'salute'.
“And you!”
“Alan? Ma Murphy's usually gets thicker when she does this.”
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“You said mix it by hand.”
“Whisk it dummy, find a whisk in the drawers or even a fork...Fuck!”
“Hmmm.” I lifted my hands out of the bowl and scraped the egg off as best I could. “What the fuck does a whisk look like.” I asked as I run a hand through my hair.
“Oats! I'll make some porridge!” Alan totally ignored me as he poured the oats in to the pan on the stove.
I took a fork and went back to stirring the eggs. A few minutes passed and he came over to me and suggested I stir the oats in the pan while he whisked the eggs.
“You're supposed to remove the shell!”
“I did!”
He flicked a bit at me, “What's that then?”
“Fibre young man! Just crush it up!” I tapped him on the head with the wooden stick I was stirring with.
He continued flicking small pieces of shell he had fished out onto me.
“Fuck they'll think you've jacking off!”
I looked down at my front where the shell and egg had hit me and saw a slimy trail or splodge here and there.

There was a low whistle from the doorway. Andy was standing there.
“We have porridge, bacon, eggs and toast. Help yourself!” I offered.
He came closer and raised his eyebrows.
“Serve it up Andy!” Serge commanded as he entered.
“Serve... but it's...”
“Please Andy! We have to get going soo......” Serge was looking around the kitchen. OK, there were a few bits of spillage on the cooker, tops and table.
“Yeah do what your big brother says squirt!” Alan whispered to him but winked with a grin.
The boy looked at him. “Ok scumbag!” He grabbed some plates and with Alan's help loaded a few plates.

I was getting uncomfortable as serge continued to stare at me. I blushed wondering what was wrong.
“Thought you could cook?”
“I'm no an expert but think we did OK?”
Andy sniggered as he sat some brown and yellow eggs with some crispy black stuff on the table for serge.
“There's porridge too? I could get you a mug of that if you want?” He kept clearing his throat between sniggers as the serge stared at the plate.
“Yeah thanks just as it comes no put some sugar in it please Andy. Looks like I'll need it!” Serge sat at the table.
“You put sugar in your porridge serge!” Alan stated with disgust.
“No, don't even take it in my coffee.!” He answered as he took the mug from Andy.

“This is porridge, is it?”
“Yeah there's plenty of it.” Andy pointed to the large pot I had transferred it to after adding some more oats then on discovering it was like cement decided a bigger vessel was needed to thin it down.

“Is it? … We did try, sorry!” Alan looked daggers at me, “It's been a while since we … Mrs Murphy wouldn't let him or Jim near the kitchen except to eat.”

“I wonder why...” Eric sat down at the plate Andy had thoughtfully placed before him.

“It's fine lads, we'll manage as long as it's edible.” Serge looked at Eric who had raised a forkful of egg, “It is edible right?” He whispered.

Eric got up and grabbed a couple of mugs of coffee for himself and the serge.

Sitting around the table we all picked at the breakfast, I glanced at everyone occasionally when they retrieved something from their mouths to deposit at the side of the plate.

“I mixed it by hand maybe should have used a mixer thing!” I stared at Alan.
“He means that quite literally guys!” Alan quipped.
“He told me to!” I defended myself.

Alan and I were the only two still holding our forks and eating.

“It's OK guys we'll get something later!” Serge said with a grin. “You don't have to eat that.”

“Why not it's really OK when you get the big bits of shell out of it.” I was rather disappointed at their lack of enthusiasm for my culinary skills.

“Why wouldn't Mrs Murphy let you use her kitchen Billy?”
“We were a bit messy, but we cleaned it up.” I was picking at the dried raw egg on my chest and arms.
Alan choked back a laugh and snorted.
“Billy?”
“Oh just some stuff got spilled on her cooker and the pan got a bit burned... it was along time ago though … it was early in the morning so the fire service got there real fast. Everyone was OK, well until the next day when Ma got a hold of me and Jim.”

“They burned out the stove and half the kitchen serge!” Alan paused, “It was OK, I only let him stir the porridge, that's the only time he was near the cooker.”

“Forget it. Just don't volunteer for cooking again guys!” He shook his head, “Until we get you better trained anyway!”

“Did either of you speak to or see Ian since last night?” Eric asked.
“No. Why?” We both responded to Eric.
“Leave a note for him to clean up this ,,erm kitchen or he is staying at home for the next fortnight Eric!”
Serge closed that conversation.
“I just wondered Dave as no one asked where he was.”

“I honestly didn't, Alan was there all night!”

“Fine Bill, I want to talk to you in private. OK?”
“I really didn't see or speak to him serge!” I looked at Alan.
“He didn't serge. You know he's telling the truth but he just wants some back-up!” Alan said.

Serge nodded, “Eric see if you can find him something to wear, Ian was supposed to sort that out from his room.”
“There's a couple of piles on the chair in his room, he was laying them out last night when I was speaking to him,” Andy volunteered. “The old skin-gear is for his...erm buddy he said.”

“A shower first I think Alan?” Eric laughed. “Or is oatmeal streaks a new fashion statement!”
Alan put his hand on his head. 'You fucker' he mouthed at me.

I grinned back and got up to follow the serge.

“You'll need one as well, we can jump into mine if you're not to embarrassed?”
“No it's fine boss.” I followed him into his room, where he stripped off and went into his bathroom and turned on the shower. “Can you still hear me?”

“Yes sir!” I called back.
“You still OK with the vid and prison stuff? If you are would you be happy to spend some time living here?”

“Yeah, the vid is still fine. Me and Al chatted about it a bit while we were cooking breakfast.”
“Or turning my kitchen into a disaster zone!” Serge laughed.
“You want me to come here with you?” I asked as I stood at the door way.
“Only if you want to...”
I had my pants on the floor and stepped in beside him, he seemed a bit surprised.
“Sorry I thought – when you said we could jump into yours?”
“What? Oh I did, didn't I? I was talking about you living here. I wanted to know how you felt, how did you get egg in your hair,” he rubbed some of his shampoo over my head, “I know you're honest basically but I think you manipulate the truth and sometimes people, but please if you have any doubts about doing something, you have to let me or some of the other guys know. Mind you are not the type to keep quiet about anything are you? So we get it sorted now before we meet with Jim's folks.”

“Yes Boss.” His hairy inked body had me mesmerised.
He handed me a wash cloth and soap. I soaped up the cloth and knelt down to start at his feet. Gently prised his toes apart...
“What you doing?”
“I was washing you. You gave me the cloth boss, I thought. Please. I wa... ont mind. You said we'd be treated like real lifers and your crew and the governor would be the only ones that knew. How do you stop others from... you know!”
He didn't move, well he shuddered a few times as I drew the cloth down his crack. I stretched up, he jumped a bit as I nipped his arse with my teeth before shoving my nose into his crack. He shivered and let out a long sigh as I licked at his hole.
I moved round to his front, he was still breathing heavily. I loved the way the water combed his hair down flat, I brushed it off his nipples only for the water to push it back over them. His cock throbbed against me as I pulled myself closer relishing the water flow and his hair on my tongue as I kissed him wherever I could reach. Whatever demons he was fighting off gained control as he pulled me up, squeezed me tight and kissed my nose. “WHATTEHEF...” He spluttered as I nipped his nose then started to tongue his nasal passages. I had my hole well soaped so it didn't take much to guide his cock into my shit-chute as he let me slide down.
U...oooph” He groaned as his cock-head pierced my hole wider.
“Please boss,” I mumbled as I chewed, sucked and tongued his nipple. “Please....”

I slipped slowly down his pole clenching my buttocks hard on the way.
“FUCK! Oh fuck!” He voiced as we exited the shower and I found myself astride him on his bed still impaled on his meat-stick. I licked his chin and shoulder then pushed myself up. “NO! What you doing? Wait!”

I slid up and down his cock a few times as he grabbed handfuls of the bedclothes.
“You're all right with this?” He whispered and drew a finger down my chest to my navel.
“Mmm!” I remained still luxuriating in his soft touch as he traced his fingers around my nipples and navel.
My hole clamped tightly on his cock at the root. I moved slowly up and slammed down as he tweaked my nips. I pressed and massaged his nipples with the heel of my hands. He bucked his hips a few times and I grabbed at his chest hair. I liked the feel of it, soft from his shower to the wiry curls bits as it dried. He bounced and I was pushed upwards then slammed down onto his hips. A cold draught across my hole made me feel empty, my eyes flew open and I gasped as I plunged directly down his shaft. “Bullseye!” I yelled and started to pull and twist his nips. He spun me round and his hands pushed and pulled me up and down. My face was buried in the pillow and he thrust it deeper.
He spun me again till I was face up under him. His weight pressing me hard into the bed. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as he swivelled and twisted his hips keeping my legs splayed wide, still his piston slid in and out of my ring. I felt his sweat between us, his hair sticking and dragging across my smoothness. I pulled away slightly so that I could feel it brushing around and over my nipples as he bounced me gently on his baton.

I felt the tingle, I envisioned my balls churning like lava in a volcano seeking a point of exit. Two dormant volcanoes as I was aware of his quiet rumbling. He growled low and long and I subconsciously emulated him, as I swallowed his sigh and shortly returned it to him with mine. I was unaware where the throbbing was coming from. My arse, his unloading cock or my own spewing member, I knew it was reaching every nerve in my body and exploding loads of pleasure into my brain. A warm flush that cooled as it flooded throughout me.
He slid carefully off and onto the bed beside me. I rolled to my side and watched his face. He was happy and sad, his eyes closed and his bottom lip was between his teeth. I dived at the beads of sweat running from his chest into a pool on his neck. He jerked his head back. I licked across his lips, felt his top teeth. Still he remained like a statue. I licked his forehead then over his eyes to remove the sweat.
His eyes opened.
“Go and get cleaned off and find the clothes Ian left for you, Eric or Andy will be somewhere around.”
“I'm sorry!” I whispered back trying not to blink lest my tears would flood out. My vision was fuzzy.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Making you mad! I don't know what I did but tell me and I won't do it again. I... I... want... please tell me what I did?”
“Nothing! I'm not mad, not at you.”
“You still like me? I wa... w... want you to. I need, ….” I turned away and blindly blundered into the doorpost.
“He was there in a flash and lifted me off my arse and was examining my forehead.
“You moved the door!” I sobbed, “You fucking moved the door and now you don't want me!” I punched his head, then yelped. I pushed past him and stood in the shower. “No!” I shouted as I moved into the corner as I felt him get closer.
“I'm turning on the shower that's all.” he explained quietly. “I'll go and find..no maybe not. I'll use the main bathroom. Find Eric when you're finished. No dammit! I do like you. I was mad at me for letting what happened happen. It shouldn't have and won't again. I'm sorry! You can forget about everything and just go back with Jim and his dad. OK?”

“So you say you still like me but not want me?”
“Yes!... NO! I do like and want you. I was only half joking when I told others that we should keep you, I should keep you. It's wrong! You're not even of age yet, even if you were sixteen I'd still be a lot older!”

“Fine can I have some privacy!” I almost snarled out at him without turning.

I didn't turn until I heard the door close, then I stood under the spray and let my tears flow. I finally shook my head as I turned the shower off and started to dry myself off.
“Billy are you finished?”
“Yes, just coming.” My heart was pounding as I opened the door. Serge was finishing get dressed in his uniform. Eric was standing next to the bed.
“Umm.. I brought the clothes Ian left for you but we can go and raid his wardrobe if you want something more normal. What do you think Dave?”
“Probably better with the stripes rather than that!” He gruffly responded.
Eric raised his eyebrow as he looked from his brother to me. “Fine. Let's go.” He picked up the bundle he brought and I picked up my striped pants and followed him. I caught a glimpse of the serge in the mirror. He was watching me, I paused as he looked as if he was going to speak. I turned and looked at him but he was looking at his boots. “Find out what Andy is doing this morning we really should be on our way.”

I followed Eric who had already left the room, “What did he say?”
I told him and he nodded. I caught up with him and he put an arm round my shoulder. I pulled back and looked at him.
He pulled me back into him, “I'm not going to ask, you don't need to say a word OK?”
I relaxed as we walked along the hall. “You think he would be pissed if I wore that stuff?”

“Hmm. He said he'd prefer the stripes didn't he! You have one wicked grin....” Eric chuckled.
Alan and Andy came in. “We heard you and came to see if you were going to wear that gear.”
“Are you?” Andy asked.
“Yeah why not. Where is Ian anyway?”
“I'm going to get changed. If you want a lift to town Andy you better get ready!”
“I'm ready. Just go Eric.”

“Right he's gone Alan...” Andy pulled his head back into the room.
“We thought if you're wearing that you might need some help.” Alan grinned.
“What kind of help guys?”
“Your hair needs cropping!” Alan ruffled my hair and Andy produced a set of clippers from a wardrobe shelf.
“Ian has a mohawk?” Andy said. “So what do you want? We don't have much time.”

“I'm no sure about this guys what about the serge?”

“Serge? What's he got to do with anything?” Andy asked.
“Yea why you suddenly worrying about him. 'Sides I thought it would make you look more thuggish for the ..you know later.” I was blushing as Alan finished.
“They told me all about Alan remember!” Andy grinned, “You're both mad volunteering for that!”

“Yeah it's none of his business anyway!” I grinned and looked away as Alan gave me a funny look. “What was he like when Ian got his 'hawk done Andy?”

“Un.. Dave or Eric? Dave was quiet. Eric ranted a bit. A week later Dave was raging and threatening to whip the skin off him. It was funny but scary at first. They still go on about it to him which is probably why he disappears so often.”
“Do you know where he goes?”

“Nope,” he pushed my head down and ran the clippers over both sides leaving a strip in the middle, “Alan there's gel in the bathroom. Probably hangs at that garage where the rest of the skins congregate.”

“That's as smooth as I can get it. It needs a shave but we don't have time. Get dressed.”

“These were Ian's!” I exclaimed as tried to peel the bleached jeans up over my arse. The tee, white but a bit grungy was just as tight, Alan plunked his thumbs at my nips making them stand.

“No just leave it like this it's better floppy, untidy and grungy.”
“OK just put a wee spot here and there, it'll look matted and dirtyish that way.” Andy advised.

We went down to the kitchen, Serge and Eric were waiting at the table sipping on coffee.
“Grab a coffee and we'll go.” Serge said without turning.
I cocked my head and stared at the back of serge's head, wondering why he hadn't turned.
“Who's idea was that Andy?”
“What do you mean...” Andy spluttered.

“Well he decided on the 'skin' look to piss me off but had to have help for the hair 'styling'.”
Three of us looked at Eric.
“Nope, he didn't say a word.” Serge still looked ahead.
I looked straight to where he seemed to be focussed, nothing.
“The right and up a bit.”
The others looked confused so I looked at the back of his head then up to the right. There it was a small cam. I went up behind him and looked over his shoulder. He was not staring ahead but was staring at the small screen.
“Spoiled your grand entrance?” Serge laughed and I blushed. “Andy take him and see if Ian has any old boots the prison issue doesn't quite cut it!”

I frowned. Disappointed at the lack of re-action I had got.

“Does he use that a lot?”
“What? The thing about knowing what we're doing?” Andy asked.
“You don't know how he does it!”
“No. Even when he is playing with his phone, he can do it. Why?”
“Is there any in the rooms?”
“Yeah well landlines, usually we have our mobiles in our pockets.”
“Same as his?”
“Yeah.” His mobile buzzed.
“What?” He handed me the phone.
“Only the public rooms, hallways and doors. OK?”
“Fine!
“You can explain it to him, it's time he knew.... WILDFIRE.”
“Wild what?” He had already hung up.
I handed the phone back, “No wait a minute, it's connected to the network in here as well?”
“Yeah can check emails and stuff.”
“Show me!”
He showed me the set up. I just hoped it was the same set up as a computer, the only phones we had were pay as you go and we rarely used them as none of us had, well Alan and me, never had much cash for phones. It was similar enough and I found an entry on the network that had a row of asterisks.
Andy was looking over y shoulder and when I selected it informed me that it was just a spare connection. The screen appeared blank but a cursor blinked slowly. I typed in wildfire and a box came up with 'INT/EXT'
I highlighted 'INT' and brought up a list of eight options. I quickly scrolled through and found a small pic that looked like the kitchen. I selected that and sure enough there was the kitchen. I handed it to Andy.

“FUCK!.. Spy cams!”
I had to laugh at his expression. He scrutinised every inch of Ian's room then fiddled with the phone.
“Where do I find the other rooms? Did he hide that somewhere else?”
“No idea, he said the bedrooms were private, no sure whether I believe that or not!” I stood up in the boots I had been trying, “These feel OK. What do you think?”
“Fine!” Andy was distracted, “How did he know when to phone us?”
“We were still in the hall I...” He was already in the hall looking for the cam.

I left him and went back down to the kitchen.
The three of them were watching the monitor and smirking as Andy went in and out of rooms fiddling with the phone.

He looked up as I stared at him. He stared back. “Good!” He said.
I'm not sure why but I nodded.





Chapter 18

“Why are we going back to the prison?” I stared ahead as he climbed into the driving seat.

“Mr Murphy wants a look round the place and to talk to you both. He has some worries about you two.”

“Couldn't we have gone to his... No, Ma Murphy would probably go ballistic when she saw me! She won't be there will she?” I added a bit worried. ”She wouldn't care where we was you know!”

“She scares you?”

“No serge. She is the scariest of them all but I don't want to disappoint her of all people. Jim is the luckiest guy I know to have a mother like she is.” I sighed, “I think...” I stopped.

“Think what?”

“Why didn't we all go back in the van?”
“The van has to go back and I need my truck to get home. You never answered me.”

I held my tongue and stared out of the windows. Eventually, he grabbed my knee and squeezed hard.
“What was that for?” I looked at his profile.
“Getting your attention. So...?” He looked at my face. “Something about the way you're dressed?”

“No. Well partly I s'pose, she wouldn't like this 'me'.”
“Why you do it then?” He chuckled, “Apart from trying to piss me off...”
“I always thought it was urm... a good look? Ian looks good, just wonder how he looks in his gear. S'pose I look kinda weird? Being skinny and short.... ” I waited for a response. “Ma, Jim's Ma. I think she has more worries with me than Jim or Al! Sometimes I think I should just go away. Move to another city completely, then they could all get on with their lives without me. Jim and Alan wouldn't be in anything like the trouble I get into.”

He laughed, “I think they're old enough to know better just like you already do! Nobody here is looking for perfection.”
“What are you.. or they looking for then?”
“I'll tell you after you tell me what you're looking for?”

“I'm just trying to get through life however I can serge.”
“We all do son. We all do! Anyway, how do you feel about moving in with me?”
“Moving in with you?”
“My house, family I mean.”
“Oh...why?”
“So we can get this project off the ground. You'll be able to hang with Ian and Andy as well as Jim and Alan. I wouldn't be surprised if Eric was in the picture too.”
“You? Where would you be?”
“I'd be there whenever you wanted.”
“Whenever?” I turned and grinned.
“No. Quit grinning. I don't want … that was a mistake. I could be done for statutory rape you know! Even though it was you that raped me!” He laughed.
“I did not... you consented. That'd look good in court! Three times heavier, bigger, stronger, trained soldier, prison guard and your defence would be that I an under-aged, under-grown skinny waif raped you!”

“You manipulated me and you know it!” He half laughed, “Seriously I have to be, we have to be sure it doesn't happen again.”
“Never?”
“I didn't say that!”
“So what difference does a few weeks make...”
“A few years, then maybe... You might be happier with someone nearer your own age!”
“Was it just sex then?”
“It was for you!”
“Was it? … Yeah why would an older guy want to get involved with a kid. I suppose it helps if your sexual outlets are in stripes or chains. They're no people then, just animals.”

“Well now that you mention it, you did look good!” He chuckled.
“I knew it! If I was a convict you'd be all over me like a rash.”
“In a flash!” He laughed and ruffled my hawk.
I grinned at him.
We were approaching the prison. The last few miles in silence.
“You're quiet.” He said as he pulled up to the doors.

“I'm fine. Just wondering about..things.”
“You'll be OK you know. Ian knows a guy that'll get you a few tatts. How about some time this coming week.”
“He told you? I didn't think ….”
“I'd approve? I have a few myself you may have noticed. He said you liked wolves. Why? You liked his?”
“No. I like them I mean but it wasn't, I told him before I saw his back. I don't have to get them. What do you want me, I mean think would be OK for me.”

“They're pack animals you know!”
“So you think I should have something different from you as I'm not part of your pack? ”
“It's up to you. Your choice. I can help you choose later back home, he's bringing some artwork, or he better be!”
“Home? With you?”
“Yes. … You know sometimes you take some time to understand Billy. Usually you're razor-sharp. Do you trust me?”
“Yes I trust you.”
“But...?”
“I said I trust you. I don't have a but... well not one you seem to want.”

“Evasive! Out you get then.”

“Why do you drive inside? The others park outside in the car-park.”
“I don't have as far to walk. I'm a boss to the other bosses, oh and so you can't escape of course.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that? Do I have a reason to run away from you?”
“Not from me. I know that. Is their reaction more to your liking than mine was?”

“What?” I followed his nod and saw the governor talking with Wilson and Menzies while Eric and Alan were grinning as we approached.

“Can I stay near you Boss?” I whispered as we got closer.

“Morning Dave, Billy is that really you?”
I stepped closer to Dave, who had greeted the others.
“Yes sir.” I kept glancing at serge and the governor. “Er... morning.”
“What's with the 'new look'?” Somebody asked.

“I … I … maybe it looks a bit more. It makes me look a bad guy?” My confidence was rapidly deflating as everyone scrutinised me.

“Yes Robbie, I decided we'd make this tearaway into a hardened thug. What do you think?” Serge spoke up and grabbed me by my floppy mohawk and pulled me closer. He winked at me as he tilted my head up.

“Well. It is certainly different. Ah! I see, the contrast between the two, the shy, quiet one and the absolute rebel that needs taming. Good...yes... good! Well Jim and his father are over in my office. We'll go there. I'll send Jim out so we can speak with Mr Murphy. He's already been well briefed by Jim I believe, shouldn't take long.”

Serge looked at me. “You'll be OK with the guys, Paul or Wills will take you and get your visitor ID.”
It sounded more like a question.
“Visitor ID?” But he was already catching up with the governor.
“Yeah Eric has already seen to his boy.” Boss Wilson was standing beside me. “You feeling OK Billy?”
“UH!... Sure, Sorry was wondering what the governor made of my new haircut.” I mumbled while watching the animated conversation between the serge and governor. “They pissed with something?” I asked Wilson.

“Yeah. Not you guys though. The former captain seems to be raising a stink or something.”
“Oh... Where do we go now for the Visitor thing?.”

“ID. Well you should have got one yesterday. That arsehole complained about visitors wandering around without identification. Now we have to make sure you're all tagged.”

“One of those ankle bracelets?”
“Thought you'd have had enough of bracelets yesterday. It's just a clip on badge.”
“I don't have a jacket!” I said looking at his ID on his jacket. “Why do you guys need one?”
“It's just who we are, you know so we have a name and rank showing. Yours can be clipped to your waist.”
“Where are they going then?” I indicated Eric and Alan as they had shouted something about catching up later.
“Canteen probably!”
I followed him glancing around between the direction the serge had taken and Eric and Alan.
“You sure you're OK?”

“I think so. Why?”
“You seem a bit... what nervy.. on edge. Worried about something.”
“Well last time I came down here I ended my day suited up and chained!”

“I'd have to ask, but sure it could be arranged.” He turned grinning but stopped when he saw my face.
“It was a joke! Honest! You are only here for a short time not worth the hassle.”

I forced a smile and raised an eyebrow, it worked he gave a sigh. “Bugger – thought you were serious there.”

“Why do they never explain things around here. You know we're here for a wee while, do you have any idea what happens after that?”
“Nope sorry. Need to ask the boss bosses...”
“Who?”
“Captain or Governor.”
“Captain? What Captain... that arse-hole, didn't he get fired?” I was flustered.
“Dave... Dave Stevens is the Captain Billy. Slow down... Jeez you are skittish.”
“Sorry. I forgot serge would have to get a new name. Can I use the … think I need to... well take a shit.”

“Sure.”
I opened the door. “Uhm... are you?”
“No I'm fine thanks...” He snorted, “Sorry Bill. I'll be right here when you're finished. OK?”

“Thanks!” I grinned sheepishly.
I took a dump and tried to get to the bottom of my confusion. Why was I separated from the others, what were they going to do with me next. Was there more going on than I realised. Why the fuck was I so nervous and un-trusting. Why didn't he keep me close by him... I asked him but he didn't!

I used the cold water to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I rubbed my wet hands over the straggly mess that formed my 'hawk.

I opened the door and stuck my head out, “Boss?” I saw him up near the doors talking to someone.

“What the fuck you doing there?” A voice shouted.
I slammed the door and retreated into a stall and locked the door. It was seconds just seemed like minutes before someone came in.
“Billy it's me Will Wilson. You can come out it's ok.”
“Who else is there... You said you would wait!” I fought back the tears.

“It's Paul, Paul Menzies. He thought it'd be funny. He's in the hall. I told him you were a bit nervy. He expected you to mouth back at him. Come out. Please?”

“What you going to do with me?”
“Nothing! I'll get your ID and we'll go find the others. OK?”
“The serge?”
“He's not here.”
“Where did he go. Why did he just leave me ..us here?”
“He is here, in the prison just not here in this building.”
“Wilson hurry the fuck up! Dave and the governor are looking for him.” Menzies voice echoed around the room. “Just drag the little fucker out or I'll do it and sort him out.” The last bit was a whisper or meant to be.

“Shut the fuck up Paul and wait outside!”
“I thought he was in the hall? You said he was.”
“He just put his head round the door, he's in the hall. Obviously you heard his message. Nobody is going to drag you out, just come out everything is fine.”
“What about him?”
“Paul? He's fine really.”
I unlocked the door and Wilson stepped back. I watched him, he just looked back at me. I stepped up to the door frame and ducked my head out and back in.
“He's in the hall, just you and me here.”
I walked out and stopped.
“What? You want me to go first?”
I nodded. He opened the door, I caught it as he stepped into the hall. He was between me and Paul.
“Oh shit!” Paul looked shocked. “Billy, I'm sorry I scared you, I thought you would just tell me to 'fuck off and mind my own business' or some other smart mouthed quip. It's OK. Come here.” He pushed Wilson aside and stepped toward me. He grimaced and I swung my fist at him and hit him in the face.

“FUCK!”
“BILLY!” Wilson grabbed me and held my arms by my side, Menzies shook his head and held a hand over his left eye. I struggled and back heeled my captor and kicked out at Paul Menzies.
“Calm down please. Jeezus boy. You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you.” Wilson gasped out as he pulled me tighter to him.
My mind was in overdrive as one tried to pull my arms through to meet my spine and the other grabbed at my flailing legs.
I was lying on my front, my arms gripped at my back and my legs in some kind of knot, my cheek pressed against the floor.

“Would you two stop arsing around and get off the boy!”
I knew the voice, “Serge! I'm sorry. He attacked me.” As soon as they released me I dived over at serge and held on to his leg.

“Didn't do very well did he?” Serge pulled me up and let me cuddle into him.

Paul and Will talked over one another.
“WAIT!” Serge shouted.
“I just smiled, honest Dave and was going to apologise and he went ballistic!”

“What happened Bill?” Serge asked me.
“I asked if I could stay near you and then you went off and left me!”
“Right! And then?”
“I went to the toilet and came out and he shouted at me and I went back inside. Boss Wilson was talking to me then he came in and threatened to drag me out and sort me out.”

“Is that what happened guys?” He asked.
“Yeah more or less.” Wilson confirmed.
“I didn't know till Will told me about.. well I shouted thinking he'd smart-mouth me but you'd think I had shot at him. You called asking where the hell he was so I stuck my head in the door and told them.” He stopped and looked at me waiting till I looked back, “I just meant to hurry up and I could sort out my apology and makes sure you were OK. I knew you were seriously bothered when you kept glancing up and down the hall as if you were expecting somebody to jump on you. I'm sorry. I moved to quick I think. I smiled hoping you'd see I didn't intend any harm but you just dived and hit me right in the fucking eye!”

“It took the both of us to calm him down as well Dave, that's why we had him on the floor!” Wilson added.

“Think you should go and bathe that Paul. C'mon. We'll get you cleaned up a bit.” Serge as ever in charge.

“Cleaned up! He's the only one that doesn't have a hair out of place.” Paul whispered to Wilson as I watched. They were both looking at me and winked.
“I'm sorry!” I said.
“Sorry for what. Kicking a couple of tough prison guard arses. Saves me the bother my boy!” Serge ruffled my hair. “No so sure you don't have a hair out of place though.”

“I'm not in trouble again am I serge?” I whispered as I washed my face.
“No but they might be.” He grinned and nodded toward the two at the other end of the row of washbasins.
“Comparing war wounds girls?” He asked.
Both scowled back at him.
“Think Paula came off the worst, though Wilma has a few crackers on his legs too.”

“Aww Serge. We didn't want to be too rough on the wee fella! Did we Wills?”

The three of them laughed.
I saw Paul nodding at me. Serge looked down.
“Feeling better yet?”
I nodded, “What happens now? What you going to do with..”
“Thought maybe we'd grab a coffee and maybe a fag before we go talk to Mr Murphy. Do you want me to be there with you, even with Jim's dad I mean?”

“Would you? You going to tell them all about this?” There was an awkward silence as I looked around at each man.
“Fuck serge! Surely you're not going to embarrass anyone by telling everybody...” Wilson stated as he nudged Paul Menzies.
“What! Oh! No, I'm fucking speechless here! Have a heart Dave, serge.. no Captain. Seriously you can't mention this to a soul. Fuck Wilson and Menzies would have to retire earlier if it was known a scruffy skinhead squirt, no offence kid, really!, was a bit awkward for us to handle.”

“So you want me to keep it quiet so you two ladies don't lose face?”
“Yeah that's about it Captain Stevens Sir. Boss Wilson here accidentally caught my eye with his elbow in the locker room.”
“Yeah, he was perving on me again Cap!” Wilson said with a straight face.

“Is that the way we should handle it?”
I was looking at the guys then as they looked at me I realised serge had been speaking to me.
“Me? You guys are the adults here!”
“What if someone asks you?” Serge stared down at me.
I blushed. “I could tell them they had better ask you lot. That wouldn't be lying!”
“You sure?”
“Yeah serge and thanks guys!”
“What for?” Paul asked.
“For saving me more embarrassment.”
“Hey Kid. Believe me. His are hidden but I can't hide this,” He touched under his eye with a finger, “Owch! Shit! Wilson did his knuckles leave a mark that'd be hard to cover!”
“Aw fuck just use a heavier dose of your foundation or whatever the fuck it's called, when you touch up your make-up!”
Paul stared open mouthed at Will. “It's fucking moisturising sun screen! See what you done boy, within two days you turned mild mannered Wills Wilson into a foul mouthed queen bitch!”

I did find that hilarious.

The meeting with Pa Murphy and the governor went quickly. It seems that he had been more concerned about Alan and Jim than me. He obviously considered me as the strong leader type more than the others and used to being in the thick of trouble. I thought it ironic as did the serge if his facial expressions were anything to go by. Jim and Alan joined us near the end. Jim was excited about being enrolled in the course and peeved that he was going home alone to complete the last week of school. Serge convinced him that it had to be better than hanging around all week following a guard in his duties, pretty boring stuff without knowing much until he had been on the course.
I chuckled quietly as Pa Murphy pricked up his ears and suggested it might be useful as an in-situ experience. It was quite amusing as Jim argued with his dad against staying. His dad finally stopped the argument and used that age old argument 'I know better and you will just do as you're told etc... etc.'
Jim and Alan accompanied Mr Murphy out to find Paul who was taking them on a tour. Serge enjoyed my discomfort as Jim's dad turned to me before leaving and asked if I was really certain that I wanted to spend the next few months dressed like one of those delinquent teenage vagabonds. “Just as well my wife didn't come, I'm not so sure she would have approved of your suggestion Captain Davis. Might not have been Bill's butt she beat on!”
The Captain was slack jawed and mumbled 'It's Steve Davis not Dave Stevens, No it's Dave... Dave Stevens Sir!”
“Ah flustered a bit Captain, so her reputation precedes her as usual!” He chuckled and followed the guys out.
That left me, the governor and serge well Captain. They started to chat generally about the day.
“You OK there or will I get someone to take you to the canteen? We'll get through this in about an hour.”
“You want to talk to serge in private? I could wait outside if that'd be OK. I know you have work things to sort out?” I stood up and looked at the serge as I replied to the governor.
“What about Dave getting us some refreshments and you could sit out there then?”
“OK. Can I go with him or do you want me to stay here?”
They exchanged looks. Serge stood.
“I'll be back in a minute.”
I turned and was inching my way closer to the door.
“Dave!” I heard the governor and froze.
“It's OK. I'm just asking Helen to get something sent over for us.” He replied without looking back.
“I thought you wanted me to wait out there.” I said to the room.
The governor got up and beckoned me over. He walked me over to the windows but paused and started to search serge's jacket.
“What you doing that's his jacket!”
“He's there Billy if he minded he'd say. Look.”
I saw him standing at the door. “Been even easier to ask him then!”
“I'm sorry. I should have asked him but he really doesn't mind!”
“Well I didn't know that. I just saw somebody rummaging in a jacket that didn't belong to him!”
“Guys GUYS.....” Serge came over. “It's OK Bill, Jerry doesn't smoke. Well more like he doesn't buy. He sometimes bums a fag here and there for the stress.”
“Fine. I'll mind my own business next time I see a robbery going on. Mr Anderson wouldn't like it!”

“Why?” Jerry asked.
“You should know he's definitely anti-smoking. He'll smell it anyway. And as your partners the 'other folks smoke on your clothes' won't wash.”
“You think I don't know that?”
“Jerry!” Serge interrupted and handed me his lighter and cigarettes. “Out there!”
“I'm fine. I don't need one.”
“I need one!” Jerry mumbled.
“Is that OK serge?” I asked.
Serge just took me by the shoulders and steered me outside. He turned one of the chairs to face inside and sat me in it. “Stay!”
“Am I a fucking dog or something.”
He slid the door partially closed.
The governor was watching me and said something, I heard serge laughing.
I got up and clattered the chair noisily. I saw them watching as I sat back down.
Damn I'd need to move a bit again, I couldn't see as easily.

“He'll be fine Jerry, he's just a kid that grew, had to grow up to soon.”
“You still have to be careful. Ian, that was a moment of lust! His real interest is elsewhere...”