Graduation 6 - 8

Author: inm851
Title: Graduation 6 - 8
Date: 10 April 2011

Chapter 6

The door opened, Mr Anderson was quickly followed by the governor.
They sat at the desk.
“Well lads what have you got to say.......Guard can you go find Murphy, the other one, before we start.” He looked me over. “I must say one of you looks the part for this establishment. You do know this is the real Boss out here boys. Governor Fox. Jerry can you get your guard to find Murphy or is their some rule he must stay here.”

The governor laughed, “No and yes. No he can't go and find your boy and Yes he must stay here, the third person you're looking for is already here already!”

Anderson did a double take... “Is that you Murphy? Yes of course it is I'd recognise that goofy grin anywhere.”

“You all know why you're here obviously!”
“No sir, we in the shi.. err do-do again?” I offered.
“Yes Stewart, strangely the main instigator is not you but Watson here. Though as usual you seem to be the pivot.”

“Do you mind if I... Robbie?” Anderson nodded.
“Basically boys without re-hashing everything you and we already know. We have had to push for damage limitation in preventing a law-suit to the prison and your school. So look appropriately chastised and sorry when you go back. Apparently the inside information we have shows that you have had experience at that!” He grinned.

“So I don't even have to apologise to the shit-head?”
“It would help if you took him to the side and spoke quietly to him, at least he can lie and say you were made to apologise. Mr Anderson has already told me about him and the crew you are with seem to find his comments derogatory to everyone so he's well known for his nasty snide nature. ”

“I'm not going to do that sorry! He's been a fucking pain all day Mr Anderson. OK I was pissed at everything at the time but what kind of guy acts the way he did with his class-mates even if they aren't friends. He's been sniping all day.”

“Watson I know what kind of person shithead is, we, that is the governor and officers can't understand why he named Stewart and Murphy in this incident but he insisted and you know that his father would be only too happy to try and sue. We don't believe they would stand a chance but the publicity would not be good for you three or the prison and school.” Anderson finished and looked at the governor.

“AS far as I'm concerned you can tell him whatever you want. I really would appreciate your co-operation. That way I can honestly tell anyone that may ask that the two of you had a private conversation to let sort things out. Only he and you would know what was said, Just don't lay a finger on him...PLEASE!. I'm sure you could smile while telling him that ...well you get the picture?” The governor looked at Alan, “Failing that we might have to cancel the scholarship to your school in fact maybe completely forget it.”

“What about them, they weren't involved, they shouldn't have to do anything.” Alan said.

“We'll take that as you agree then Alan,” The governor asked.
“Yeah as long as they aren't involved.”

“Fuck mate I'm just convict-scum nobody gives a fuck about what I think.” I said as Jim grabbed me by the shoulder.
“Watch your language convict or... “
“Sorry Boss just forgot where I was...Sorry.”

“Should fucking think so boy!” Jim retorted.
He winked and the three of us cracked up.

“NOW you see why I told you I wished I had a cushy job like yours Jerry!”
“Yeah, Robbie after hearing about their antics all day. I doubt I could cope with these three never mind a school full. Give me convict livestock anyday over these kids! Lads I believe Sergeant Stevens and Officer Riley want a discrete word with you too, so wait here.” He stood and shook hands with Jim and Alan, he patted my shoulder, “You any complaints convict?”

“Yes well actually sir, quite a few. Don't know where to start to be honest. But this trainee here...”
“Can it scumbag!” Jim whispered from the side of his mouth

“Jerry don't encourage them!”
“On the contrary Robbie was thinking they might want to repeat these roles in the summer know the delinquent program I outlined earlier.”
“You know Jerry, I could phone their parents for permission, let you keep them here for more training. No sure about Watson's but I know Murphy's and Stewart's would be agreeable. I don't think any of them have anything lined up for summer yet. In fact I'm tempted to just leave the lot here with you and say they ran away..... You could cover up for me, no one would find them in here. I didn't recognise Murphy at first.”

“Yeah dressed the same, look the same, they'd just fit in another no name numbered convict!” The governor chuckled. “I'm sure we could squeeze them in, let's go find out where the vacancies are....” The two left the room laughing.

“Did they not have boots big enough for you Jimbo?” Alan stared at the sneakers on the guards feet.

“Nope, They don't have a lot of call for my size strangely.”
“Surprise Surprise.” Al and I laughed.

“I'll fucking surprise both of you fuckers...” Jim pulled the riding crop from his belt grabbed me sat back on the desk and swatted my arse twice. “Get over here or am I gonna have to come get you...”
“Fuck you!” And Alan was off round the other side of the desk. Stupid really as Jim just reached over and pulled him across the desk and landed three swats on his arse.
Just as the door opened and Serge came in. “Problems Murphy?”

“Not any more sir just keeping the riff raff in place.”
“I've just been assaulted and I'm gonna sue the school, prison, the officers and just fucking everybody.” Jim screamed.
A shocked silence descended.
“Been getting lessons from the Hyde brothers have we Dr Jekyll?” Riley dead-panned from the doorway.
“For years Sir!” Alan laughed.
“FUCK! Now we have the musketeers!” Serge sighed and rolled his eyes. “So you guys ready to play nice with the ...erm others.”

“What no lecture? ... Boss?” He just stared at me.
“Well they said you wanted a discrete word, Foxy and Andy that is.”
“Are you really pissed with us?”
“Murphy...” He said.
“OH Fuck! Murphy whip the fucker again. Riley.. the gag!” I interrupted.
“Now why didn't I think of that!” Serge grinned. “Murphy when you're finished go out there and bring his file back in.”

“Murphy loves this job!” He muttered and grinned as he grabbed me and added another two stripes to my arse.

“Serge I was thinking what if”
“Hang on a minute son. Riley secure that in the corner when you have it gagged it's wiggling around is distracting. Right what have you to say, thinking eh? Does this mean more bloody trouble.”

“Probably!” I snickered as Riley had me kneeling and clipped the chain from the collar to a ring in the corner.

“RILEY!”
“I've got it gagged now serge!”

“It might help if I was suited up like Billy there. I mean that pretentious fuckwad would be delighted if he thought you were doing it to teach me a lesson.”

“Riley and Wilson actually wanted me to put you in a trainee suit like Murphy to annoy the prick further probably. Think your idea is better, shows solidarity with your mate there. You won't freak out like before though?”

“No likely serge. If that skinny little shitbag can take it so can I.” Al grinned and stuck his tongue out at me as I turned my head to look at him.
I grunted in frustration at my inability to respond. I raised my fingers in that age old gesture several times. I knew he noticed.
“Oh serge that con is making rude gestures at you with his fingers!”
“Don't try to suck up to me you slime-bag! I'm well aware of that object in the corner. Probably directed at you for being a grass....”

I chuckled.
“Go with Murphy speak to the arsehole IN PRIVATE remember, then Murphy will bring you back.”

“OK just you and me convict.. so listen up. How do you feel about trying a set of real irons this afternoon and maybe a punishment cage.” He paused, “I'll take that as a yes then. Good boy! Now do you really think your mate Alan would be OK with that too?” He waited. “C'mon answer me properly. Being gagged hasn't seemed to stop you before, you think I should ask him first.”
I nodded, then shook my head.
“Ah yes I should ask him but then again no in case he disagrees and you're the only one that ends up in convict chains. Tell you what if he says no I'll give you a half hour break with Murphy. If yes then no just a blow job!”

“What the fuck you blushing for? You think Riley and I don't know what you got up to earlier.... The back of your neck goes red too when you blush to answer your question.” He laughed, “Ok I can't see much of your neck but I can see your cheeks as you fidget and stop yourself from turning your head where I could see it.”

“Yeah yeah, you're no the first and won't be the last to call me a bastard!” He laughed again.

“He still winding you up?” Riley spoke as he came through the door.

I nodded vigorously.

“Oh look he admits it too Riley.” They both laughed.

“Now we're both bastards Riley!”

“Hmm does he know what the punishment is for insulting an officer Serge? And that rude finger gestures are included in that.”

“He will Riley he will!”

I was glad when I heard Jim and Alan come back.

Alan left with the sergeant leaving Riley with Me and Jim.
“So have you had a chance to talk to him about all the stuff we went over earlier?”
“Yeah when we were on our own, he knows most of it. If he was listening that is. And he told me stuff from when he was with the serge.”
“So how come he missed the bit about the scholarship.”
“Serge told me to specifically not mention that to him. Any idea why? Oh thought you might know. Anyway Alan mentioned it and then the governor or Anderson mentioned it again.”

“So the governor wants a word with you and him privately maybe your other mate Watson too. No idea so don't ask, was just told to tell you he wants to see you, presumably your teacher will be included as he is in charge of you all. I don't envy him that job, any of the rest likely to play up like you two or three.”

“You mean Morrison?”
“Nah, Watson, That other kid is just a brat. Get a few of his kind through here, think they're special. The ones inside are not a problem but if it happens on our side of the bars they can be disruptive. You know, jobsworth types. Go by the book except when they can get some benefit or recognition.”

“Riley!” The radio crackled into life.
“Yeah serge I'm coming!.” Riley clicked the radio, “Probably fucked up the computer again!”

“What's he doing on the computer?”
“Doing the same for Watson as he did with that one in the corner. Why? Oh there's a file of you there too now.”
“Just wondering.” Jim chuckled, “Cool, pity about the boots!” He was obviously looking at his file.
“You look kind of guilty about something? Nah you couldn't get into the real system anyway an alarm would have been triggered I think.”

“So you and the serge just well obviously you know more than the serge in working it. Shit, can I take that gear home for him, he's so cute, quiet and easy to handle like that.” Jim had obviously decided to try and divert Riley in case he became suspicious.”

“RILEY!” The radio spewed forth again. So he was off.

“Do you think they know about the computer, they have cameras in every room through the whole place even outside. Do you think they have them in them cells too? Shit!” Jim sighed, “Too late now anyway. Hey you've got a twin, Jeez you know you stink bad!”

“Well they said it was clean, def no new but...” Alan was sniffing himself by the sounds.
“No you, ya fuckin' idiot – this one!”
“Right! You've to take us out to the rest. I was to tell you and you've to put this gag on me first. The serge seems to have fucked up the computer. My file has to go with yours for now.” Alan seemed a bit excited, “That's to clip my collar to his. Oh wait, I forgot something.” He went running, well skipping and hopping out the door.

“Fuck what's up with him?”
“Nggh Uh!”
“Neither do I? I'll ask him when he gets back.”
I shook my head and wondered how he knew what I tried to say.

A breathless Alan returned, “Hard fuckin' work these chains on your legs and old boots.”
“Boots for me..oh both of us. Thought they didn't have any my size?”
“They spoke to some other guy that came on shift had his old pair in his locker, he's the only other guy they know has to get his boots from a boat builder they said.”
“Neat! A great fit and no worries about breaking them in. ...Fuckin' boatbuilder! Ypu're gonna regret that. Boss Jimbo loves this job.”
“Jim? Can I ask something?”
“Yeah get down there and kiss them scum!” Jim was clumping around in his 'new boots'.
“No seriously Jim, please.”
“What?”
“Did they take pictures, other pictures like without anything?”
“Oh. Nude, naked you mean? Did they say they did nudes of me?”
“No, not you but yeah, they said everybody that comes through here has them in their file. The convicts.”
“You mean you have nude pics in yours?”
Jim could be heard mumbling something, “Well my file is there if you want a look and you've already seen his! Maybe they're going to abduct you into the system, bet that's what they're doing, putting you in as a real convict. Wouldn't have minded nudies of Bill and me though.”

“Bill is that right, they didn't take nude pics. Why the fuck take mine.”

“UGH OON UK UK OOW”

“Exactly how the fuck would he know. Swap them boots for his sneakers while you're down there!”

Alan took the sneakers and tried to get me on my feet. That didn't work..obviously, so he lifted one leg at a time and placed a boot on them. I cursed him through the gag.
Jim chuckled in the background. “You could have sat him on his arse or unclipped the chain!”
“AHH!” Alan unclipped the chain. “Never thought of that!”

“Did you agree to letting them put real chains like convicts, fuck... hope you did because I did! You must have or they wouldn't have bothered with the boots. They're better for the weight they said ... of the heavier stuff!”

Shit! I was thinking, bastard said yes. No thirty minute playtime with Jim... Wonder how big he is, the serge not Al, surely he can't be any bigger than Jim. Nah he was winding me up it was a joke he won't expect me to... not that I'd mind really, I always stand by my word after all. “UKK!”

“Are you sure he said clip the collars was it no the chain to be clipped to his collar?”

“Nnn Nn!”

I could feel his breath on the back of my head and neck. I grinned and pushed my right wrist down the cuff and groped his basket. He groaned into the gag, definitely of pleasure as his staff began to rise. So a few more delicate fondlings and it was hard as a sword, I pulled my hand away.

His gagged moans and groan quickly changed from pleasure to pain and frustration. Shit! I was regretting as I now had a tent at the front of my pants. I regretted it even more when Alan pushed hard in to my back and started humping which was unfortunate as the collar crushed my throat and his thrusts pushed me around the room.

“What the fuck!!” THWACK! THWACK! Jim started laying into us with the crop, one blow disposed of my erection but it took a few more before Al stopped trying to push his into my arse!

“Having fun ladies?”


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Chapter 7


“Serge!”

“Yes Murphy, why aren't those two out in the cage by now and why the fuck are they trying to copulate.”

“You said, well he said that you said, Alan that is, said you said to clip his collar to Bill's. I asked if he meant the chain but he insisted.....”

WHOA.......whoa.... whoa! Too many he and you saids! Get them out to the cage and let them piss then come back in here. I want a word. Bring one of the other guys in to take some water out for everyone. They must be hot out there. Tell Boss Wilson he can go for a break but make sure them two are locked away from the other...s. Don't need any more incidents.”

“Yes serge!”

“Murphy! Clip the end of Watson’s chain to the other collar!” Serge sounded exasperated. “And feel free to share a few more stripes between them, if that doesn't work get a bucket of water!”

“Huh! Water? … Huh! Ah gotcha serge!”

Catcalls, whistles, barks, punctuated the laughter as we shuffled across the pen on the end of the chain held by Boss Murphy. I tried to pull back on the chain but Jim just started to whip both of us on our thighs.
“Yeah make 'em dance for us, get them to jump higher Jim!” Den was the only one to voice his true feelings. “Make them chains jangle!”
“Sorry guys.” Jim looked embarrassed as he replaced the crop in his belt. “Serge said to make sure you used the toilet and I didn't think you'd want them to see you with your pants down and this has a solid door.

I looked at Alan and he nodded, so I stepped closer to the door.

“I'll clip the chain low so you can squat,” He pulled our pants to our ankles clipped the chain and quickly exited.

“UGHH” Alan groaned as he pissed.
We swapped places and as I pissed I knew what his grunt meant, in the dark, squatting trying to piss which we did manage, but not without some collateral damage mainly pissing on our pants! It was also made awkward by the growing erections we both sported as we jostled around one another. I paused a fraction too long as his cock slid up my crack. Inevitably lust took over and somehow we managed to join. Not that it lasted all that long as Al was rather worked up and quickly plundered and filled my chute. Grunting and snorting he manoeuvred me round before turning himself and tried to impale himself on my turgid meat. Alas I only lasted a few more lengths more than he did.
However as I was laying on his back with both of us gasping, the door opened slightly and slammed shut with haste.
“UKK!” I yelled into the gag thinking Jim had been the person who opened the door.

The flap opened and a voice, floated through. “Hurry up lad, how long does it take to shit!”

Riley! I thought. Thank fuck.
We got even more entangled as we tried to get ourselves 'sorted'. Fortunately Riley reached in and unhooked the chain to my collar so we could stand. Then he closed the door again with what was a semi-stifled burst of laughter.
“Shuffle forward and I'll come and help with your pants.” He slipped in behind us and pulled up our pants before pushing the door open and we shuffled out. I wondered if my face was as red as Alan's.
Then I knew it was now as Riley whispered, “Noticed you both had a go at hiding the sausage.....”

Thankfully Jim was not there. Riley removed the gags and released our wrists from the cuffs before handing us bottles of water which we chugged down. Well it was rather hot and sweaty in there!

The other guys just sat or leaned against the cages opposite watching us. Even when Riley went back inside they didn't move or show any signs of wanting us to join them.
“Guess they don't want contaminated by the convict scum bro!” Alan whispered. “Fuck wish I had a fag!”
I laughed. “Post nuptial of course!”
He joined me in laughter while the others still stared. Some shaking their heads.
“Hey guys anybody have a smoke?” Alan smiled.
“Get the fuck away from us trash!”
“Yeah stay where you belong, fucking animals.”
“Should still be in that fuckin' cage.” Den snorted, “For fucking Life. Losers!
We stopped in our tracks.

Fortunately Boss Wilson came out and yelled for me to go see the serge. I was sure the others wouldn't take much goading from Den to jump us and kick the crap out of us lowlifes!

“Be quick about it Stewart!”
“Yes Boss!”
“See they fit right in!” Den informed the group.

“Problems lads?” Boss Wilson asked.
“No Boss, think them wankers might have ...” Alan stated
“Yea confusion between fact and fiction or real and pretend!”
“Wouldn't give us a smoke – bastards.”
“OK. We expected this.” Wilson said.

We went into the office this time, Serge and Jim were sitting chatting over a cup of coffee.
“Come in guys help yourself to a coffee if you want.” We did so and took seats where serge indicated before he continued, “So lads how you finding this experience?”

“It's getting a bit weird! I think it's a great experience, even better now I'm no the only one, but them guys don't seem to want us near them. Sometimes I start to think it is real. The humiliation, name calling, no being able to scratch your nose, never mind take a piss. Having to wait for a Boss to tell you what to do, where to go. Then I think it'd be a whole lot fucking worse if it was real, though the riding crop and Jim's 'burny-stick' came as a surprise! Tho' I know somebody got off on it!” I raised an eyebrow at Jim, “I also never expected the guys to shun me or mock me the way they have, well with a couple of exceptions, but the rest used to think I was quite cool.”

“Yea,” Alan added, “That started earlier on, they were saying what a loser he was to end up like that even after I said it wasn't real. Then they started to keep their distance from me. No in a nasty way just kinda ignored me.”

“Why did they ignore you?” Serge asked.

“No sure! I hang with Jim and Bill every chance I get, not as often as I like but we hit it off when I met them a few years ago.” Alan stopped and looked at me.

“Yeah I noticed your record was the same as Bill's, still no sure how the big fella avoided detection.”

“Well he's no quite as bad as he is.” I pointed at Alan. “Anyway. It's like we were brothers, more than just looking alike, but then we are cousins, we both lost our mothers just after we were born. We think they were twins but not really sure, I overheard my dad talking to my brother about that bastard Watson family. John had actually seen him coming out the school and thought it was me.”

“Yea he had me by the throat telling me I was gonna be sorry later for ignoring him calling me.” Alan laughed, “His face was awesome when my brother decked him. No that he was doing it for me, my brothers and dad preferred to beat me up themselves. They all have dark hair you know look different as well, they're built,and well you can see for yourself.”

“Much the same as Bill and his brother and dad, serge.” Jim offered.

“I see, so how come … well did your parents have a big family fall-out? No you probably wouldn't know if you didn't have any inter-action before the past couple of years. You never saw each other before, around town, I mean even if you went to different schools, there would be sports, competition tournaments.”

“Nah they only moved back here when my dads uncle, cousin or something died and he got the farm. Probably never would have met if that hadn't happened.”

“You know you were born minutes apart? 47 minutes to be exact.” Serge swivelled his gaze between the two of us.
“Knew we had the same birthday but that was all, who was first then?”
“Him.”
I grinned. “So I'm older than you.”
“I'm bigger though! And better looking!”
“Aye right in the head only!” I retorted.
“Guys!” Jim stopped our bickering, “Shut up!”

“Why what's up with that?” Alan looked at everyone.
“Yeah what difference does it make? Same birthday, our mothers were sisters even if not twins. I found a photo of my mum in the basement, when I wasn't otherwise tied up if you know what I mean. My dad ripped it up when he found my hiding place for stuff. I saw the old torn one in his locker one day and his mum looked familiar. I asked him and he said it was the only one he had and her name Rose was on the back. The way it's torn we think it might have been my mum that was torn off because there's and 'et' written before 'Rose'. Like some folk write folks' names on the back of the photo so you know who's in it. My mum was called Maggie as far as I know, Well John used to wind me up calling me Maggies' Brat or Bastard. She wasn't his mother.”

“And your mother wasn't the birth mother of your brothers Alan.” Serge asked.
“I don't know, they used to talk about 'Mama Rosie'”

“Hmmm! Let's go outside and you can have a smoke. The others will be continuing the tour with Boss Wilson. We decided to split you apart, seeing as they also seemed to have ostracised Jim. You know that most of the guys won't mean anything personal guys, just that they sort of cringe away from authority figures as well as the dregs and losers which is how they see you here today.”

“Yeah and a couple of them are being personal!” Jim nodded.

“I noticed.” Serge sighed, “So there's nothing to worry me about you three? I thought there was some.. tension shall we call it earlier.”
Jim giggled, “I told him I was just jealous that I couldn't join in and that you were probably trying to fuck one another in the hotbox!”
Alan and I blushed when we glanced at each other.
“SEE, told ya serge!”
Laughing, “Yea they were found 'in flagrante delicto'.” He laughed louder as he looked at the three of us, “Caught in the Act, porking, turd-packing or whatever expression is current these days. Oh to be a teen, horny and ever-ready no matter the circumstances. I'll get you outside – Take 'em outside Boss Murphy.” He answered the phone, “Yes governor, was just about ...”

We didn't hear the rest as Jim was pushing us out and closed the door.

“What was all that about?”
“Don't know guys, he was asking me a lot of stuff about you two and me, my family, if I knew yours, well Bills, never seen any of yours Al. He also had to keep answering the damn phone that's why we moved into the office. To save him going back and forth. No Bill I didn't get anything from eavesdropping, just that he spoke to Anderson and the governor several times. A strong suspicion it was about us or at least you two.”

“OK,” I shrugged, “Do you want to smoke a fag or a couple of faggots?”
I grabbed Alan's crotch and mine and groped them suggestively.
“Damn!” Jim murmured. “Be a fag then cause Riley is here?” He was looking behind us.
“Hey Boss,” Alan called, “Come closer, get a better perve up close, Uh guess you know that though.”
“Yea Yeah!” Riley was deadpan, “You're just looking to be thrown into that hotbox again.”
“Nah we'll let you join in here al fresco.” I joked.

“You think?” He nodded up at the corners of the pen which each held a camera.

“We could just whip them round the circuit instead Boss Riley.” And I wasn't sure Jim was actually joking.

“So you happy with the new plan?” Riley raised his eyebrows, “Take it we haven't got that far then?”
“You mean getting them convict stripes and restraints? Serge said that was off.”

“We getting a separate tour from the others then?”

“Nope, Here's serge we'll find out now.”

“Okay lads we're going to spend some time with the governor and Mr Anderson.” Serge informed us as he pulled Riley to the side.

“Fuck what did we do now?”

“WE?” Jim faked shock.

“Relax Boss Jim he's probably just trying to spread the blame.” Alan laughed.

“Fuck both of you!”

“You already have and him no so long ago in fragrant del-echo or whatever.” Jim pouted.

“No Jim it was in that hotbox and it's hardly fragrant!” Alan commented.
“Fuck! Cuff 'em, gag 'em, bring 'em!” Serge strode off. “Should maybe gag Murphy as well.” He stage-whispered over his shoulder.

Jim took the chain of my collar and followed the serge while Riley brought up the rear.
We soon arrived back at the reception room which was deserted.

“Fuck!” serge swore, “What now?” He went to answer the phone.

“We getting changed back to our own gear?” I asked as he and Jim undid the gags and wrist cuffs.

“Hold it guys!” The serge called over. He listened and answered a with a simple “OK be there in fifteen minutes.” He then cut the connection and made another call.

“Looking at the fence and towers? Then where? … Right, after that take them to the canteen and feed and water them. Oh and see if you can get any of them to volunteer to try the equipment any of it but make sure Dumbo and his shadow are on the inside!”

“What the fuck is interesting about razor-wire? Wilson is having them walk the perimeter! I'm right guys, all of you have seen the inside of the cop-shop?” We nodded in confirmation. “The others too?”
“Isn't that why they were chosen serge?”
“Yeah Riley. Anyway their guided tour includes the facilities available over there.”

“So you recommended the 'Experience'!” Riley grinned.
“If I had known earlier it could have been arranged better.”
“Wilson will have taken care of that.. No the boss will, that is if it's Jerry that has altered everything so far.”
“Probably right. Anyway he wants them as they are or rather 'Mr Anderson would like to see them fully kitted up and sweating as it might keep them from getting too annoying when we have our chat. Five to ten minutes round the gardens should be sufficient unless they collapse first'.”
“Ah right!” Riley winked at the serge.
“Are Foxy and Anderson like close friends? Or is Foxy ..erm your Boss, governor, just indulging him and his fantasies?” …. I paused.
“Maybe they are together.” Alan offered, “We know he has a partner not a female either Anderson that is not Foxx..the governor!”
“ooooW TMI!” groaned Jim.
“O O O Fox fux Handy-Andy, can just see the headlines or maybe the other way around...” I was on a roll but Riley interrupted the flow.
“Guys you know the cameras run everywhere in this place?”
“Ach they'll be there noses pressed to the window waiting for us by now.” I responded.
“Permanent gagging, cutting his vocal chords? Must be someway to shut him up.” Serge said but he and Riley were struggling with their self control.
“Nope, wouldn't work,” Jim put in, “He talks through his arse most of the time!”
“Yeah that's why we like to plug it!!” Alan said. “WHAT!!” he yelled at me.
It took another few minutes before they recovered enough to re-gag/cuff us. The phone rang.
“OHOH!” Jim whispered.
“Yes, you had to come from where? QUICK-time is that no dancing or something to do with music? You mean double time I think.” That was it, he put down the phone and disintegrated. He muttered 'garden' 'lounge' 'window' and 'fuckin quicktime', the rest was swallowed in his laughter. Riley seemed to have understood as he ushered us out and across to the admin building. Although he still had some control issues with his mirth.

“Right lads I'll do the first with you so you know what quick.....” He had a choking fit. “I mean DOUBLE – double-time is. Crop ready Murphy?”
“What I've to run with them? I thought... Shit!”
“Who else is going to make them keep the pace. Look smart lads the Bosses are ready for you. Probably taking bets on how long you last.”
“What about them other folk in there?”
“The staff? They are used to seeing the governor punish unruly convict-scum.” THWACK! I jumped as my arse stung. “That's it OFF WE GO!”

After two rounds I was knackered, my lungs were bursting, my ankles were probably raw with the cuffs, I was half-choked by the collar which was still connected to Al's, the front, back and sides of my thighs were burning from that fucking crop but then he'd be in the same state. Jim didn't look much better, but he was without the extra handicaps. I thought we were finished so that lifted my spirits a bit.

“OK lads I'll be back in five minutes or so unless you collapse before that. Take 'em away Murphy!”
It was several circuits later, having lost count after the first since Riley left, that we managed to get some co-ordination. Thankfully Riley came out and was waiting at the path where we had started from... “Keep going convicts. Murphy a word.”

Jim joined us on the second round, “He says the governor...fuck... was impressed...shit … that you had finally ...oow … got it together …... …... ….... …. ….that he sent him out to ask if I thought we could do another few minutes or did we want to quit. … Fuckin' hell …. I was pissed that they thought we'd quit ….....soooo …. I said no we'd manage another five if they wanted. Good lad! He says, I'll let him know. So don't fuck up ….”
A long longer pause.
“And neither of you are gonna fuck up either.” THWACK! THWACK! “Got it. My rep's at stake here!”
I didn't have the energy to expend thinking about my revenge on this monster!

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Chapter 8

It ended. Somebody was walking beside holding my lead, I could hear Al behind me rasping for breath. A radio crackled. Voices. My head was pounding. We were still going round these fucking gardens but it was in slow motion. No we were walking. “Straighten up shitface.” I heard the crack but didn't feel it, the only thing I felt was judder through the chain on my collar. I straightened up.
“Good! Maintain that position! Don't look at anyone keep your eyes on the floor about three feet in front of you. Now!”

“Straighten that back. Eyes forward. Keep on the tiled area don't want convict boots scuffing the carpet.”
The voice went on, over and over as we dragged our convict boots, chains and bodies across the tiled walkway. “STOP!”
“Maintain your position convict!” A tap on my chin from the riding crop for emphasis.”
A door was opened. “Forward till your foreheads are on the bars!”
There was a tug on the collar as Alan was roughly pushed alongside me.
A door slammed behind us and was locked.

What the fuck? Aren't they taking this too far?
“Don't worry guys I'll get it sorted ASAP.” I looked around the room for the whisperer, it was empty. Must have come from behind. I turned, the wall behind us was barred. We were in a cage that took half the room.
Sorted. ASAP?

Alan still had his head against the bars and his eyes closed. Man he looked like shit!
A door opened in the back wall.
“Why is that animal looking around? Hood them and make sure it gets twenty strokes.”

“What they here for? This the two that were fighting! Make an example of the scum then. Got to lean on them hard. We should be dealing with this over at the section. Has there been problems at processing? Why they still in lifer suits from detention, they should be in our own stripes and lifer kit. Damn! Guilty anyway – 1 month in the cages and 20 strokes of the cane every week, no make that 25 and don't forget the extra 20 for the one in the hood.”

“They're both in hoods Sir!”

“Well give them 20 each. Dismissed. And get them filthy creatures where they belong before they stink the place out! Why aren't their files here? Must be that trainee, what was it Murphy that brought them here but forgot the files. Find out who his supervising officer. Probably Stevens crew I ran into them this morning.”

“Captain they were here to see the governor!”
“Oh it's more serious than I've been lead to believe, well you best see to that before you take them and get them properly attired and down to the cages.”
I would be having a moment at this farce if I wasn't concerned about my ability to breathe, Shit If I felt like I was going to burst into flames Al must be really struggling.

The door behind us opened, “Fuck guys!” Somebody said as the hoods were pulled off.
“Sit them on the floor, no not bottles get a couple of cups and make them sip the water. They're overheating.”

“Get them to my office and find out how the fuck this happened.”
“I saw them getting to their last legs after a couple of circuits so I sent Murphy to go and get water and grabbed Eric, Officer Johnson to walk them around a few times to wind down, Murphy didn't come back so I had to find him. He was throwing up so I stayed with him. I knew Eric would take care of these two, or thought he would. I don't know what happened after that.”
“Thanks Riley, Eric?”

I didn't hear any more as I was being helped away somewhere, Jim was carrying Alan. In front of me.
I was feeling a lot better the leather couch felt cool against my sweat soaked back, or uniform. Alan was propped up on his elbow on the couch with Jim standing over him. No it wasn't Jim.
“Jim? Where's Jim?” I asked.
“He's fine. He's here. Murphy?”
“He's no here! FUCK! He's after that captain guy!”

“No he won't be able...”
“Jerry he will and he'll cause serious injury at the very least.” Mr Anderson pulled the governor round to face him, “SERIOUSLY!”
I closed my eyes for a few minutes as the conversation buzzed around in my head.

“Erm somebody looking for me?”
“Murphy where you been?”
“He was in the john, I found him there when the wee chap was worried about him!”
“Thanks Eric! See Robbie nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah!” Replied Anderson. “Is that true Murphy?”
“OK I'll ask the other, I mean the officer if I may Jerry?” Anderson paused for permission, “Officer was he really in the washroom.”
“Yes of course.”
“Aw Jeezus Mr Anderson, “Officer Eric is covering, he probably saw him stalking off and found him threatening everybody in the building to get them to tell where that fuckin' arsehole of a captain was...” I looked at Jim, “Isn't that right Jim, yes or no?”
“Well...”
“YES or NO Jim!” Alan stated.
“YES!”

There was a chuckle, “I really want to keep these guys, C'mon Jerry let me keep them. Please... And I'd like Johnson on my team before that arsehole turns him into another simpering Simpson.”
“I don't think we should be discussing other officers in front of strangers, especially juveniles Dave..err Sergeant Stevens, quite unprofessional!”

“I stand rebuked Governor Fox even though Robbie...erm Mr Anderson already knows more about this place than ninety percent of the staff that work or are supposed to work here! As for the juveniles - these kids especially these three could probably run this place and get rid of the rotten apples without a lot of scandal. Might mean that a lot of staff move from correctional facilities to those for the mentally impaired... as clients of course.”

“Hey serge for an old man you can take the piss as well as us!” I applauded. “But you know you just outed … Ooops didn't mean that the way it came out guys.” I quickly added.

“Guys! Stewart?” Anderson asked.
“Yeah I meant you and governor Fox and anybody else of course.”
“I think we all got more than you meant Stewart, anything to add Jerry?”
“Nope think you have it covered Robbie! I'm convinced you were right that we should keep him gagged. He does lack tact and if he thinks Dave is old I don't want to know what he thinks of us erm 40 somethings Handy!”
“Indeed but I probably have some idea already Foxxy!”

I grinned apologetically, knowing they had indeed been eavesdropping earlier, hell maybe even all day!
There was a low whistle... “40 something!” Jim's whisper carried clearly over the silence.
As did Alan's... “Yeah each must be older than the three of us together.”
“Fuck!” I whispered with two echoes from the side.
“Something to add Eric?” Serge asked as a not quick enough extinguished chuckle exploded from his direction. “After all you must be barely - what? Two years older than the oldest of them three.”

“Erm No Sir. Just thought old men, Serge and Riley were exaggerating, you know forgetting how teenagers are. Remind me... of my young brother.” Said the young officer who's face was bright red.

“And you're no any different yourself boy.” Riley tapped him on the shoulder.

“So you're only what nineteen then?” Jim asked the beleaguered blushing officer who nodded his answer.
“Cool!” I thought out loud as did Jim.
Alan was the exception as he muttered a quite distinct “HOT!” Adding a fresh layering of blush to the officer. “Do you think the rest of him is built like Jim?” He added to no one in particular.

“Well it's his old boots I have so his feet are the same size if that helps.” Jim followed this by the exclamation, “WHAT!” as laughter erupted.

“Eric can you get some coffee sent through, oh and plenty of juice for your admirers. Get plenty of fluid into them.”
“Any time! Fuck - all the time!” Alan mumbled ignoring the laughter around his comment as he watched Eric Johnson go through the door. When the door closed he sighed and turned his attention back to the room where every eye was on him. “What Now!”

“Might be a legal issue!” Mr Anderson informed him.
“So? I'm no wearing these as a fashion statement and I know they're no for real, well they are, but you know and anyway Serge Stevens wants to keep us. I'll stay! Where do I sign up?”

“Shut up Al. I've just got the kinks in my jaw worked out?”
“EH? Oh gags. Yeah I'm done. You have my full attention.”

“Well lads I have to say... Dave where are the other lot?” Fox asked.
He just shrugged, “Cop shop detention? Canteen?”
“And you're sure they won't be the same, I mean.”
“Nah Sir they're a bunch of pussies really!” Jim helped. “Nothing like them two!”

“I really feel secure with that info Mr Murphy! Dave can you find out?”

“OK Just trying to be helpful!”
“I appreciate that Jim I just need to know exactly where they are if that's Ok?”
“Sure go ahead.”
“Thanks! … Dave? … Robbie why am I explaining myself to one of your school-kids?”

“I told you about them, now you're seeing for yourself instead of laughing at my 'made up stories'”

“You said they were a bit outspoken, think you tamed the stories down if anything.”

“Excuse me Mr Fox, governor, do you not think it's not quite right to discuss juveniles in front of them like this?”

“What? Why not? No wait your quite right, my apologies lads.” He nodded at the three of us, he paused. “They just got me again didn't they!”
“Well Mr ...”
“Watson, Alan Watson?” Al assisted the governor.
“Quite. Well Mr Watson, Alan Watson, have you anything to say?” Serge, Anderson and Riley sucked in a breath.

“No I'm happy to accept your explanations and apology so far thank you Sir.” A relieved governor sat back in his chair. “Any word Dave?”

“Canteen Jerry, they seem to be a happy contented lot, well since they got there and no they don't think there is anything else they need to see. Wilson is going to find a babysitter and join us.”

“So we just have to wait for your team to arrive and we can start.”
“Can start any time Jerry we can catch Johnson and Wilson up later.”
“He should have been back with the refreshments by now.”
Alan sighed.
“Something amiss Alan, can I call you Alan?”

“No sir, well I mean yes you can call me Alan. It's Just that I feel a wee bit peeved. I'm fine. Really!” He ended with a sigh.
I could see Anderson touch the governors jacket and Serge shaking his head at him. Riley just grinned.
“Peeved in what way?” He asked choosing to ignore the warnings.

“Well I had nothing to add to the other guys like you asked me, Then you kinda dismissed me and I just wanted to ask a question.”
“Ah! Well I think I know. It's not up to me to tell you whether Eric is gay even though I know, that is something you should wait for him to tell you himself and as Robbie pointed out it would have legal ramifications. I'm not saying that he isn't, as I said I know but if he is then I wouldn't tell you … nor would I tell you if he is. OK?” A flustered prison governor rubbed a hand over his brow.

“Sir with respect I'd be pretty damned pissed if you said something like that to someone about me you do know that you just told me he is. The three of us knew anyway the way he checked baskets as he put his eyes down in 'Embarrassment'.”

“DID I?” He looked at the other adults and it confirmed his own views that he had.

“Anyway moving on Sir, the question I wanted to ask was this, Although Bill and me have a wee bit of a criminal record and Jim to a lesser extent, we know that the record will be what is it, locked or sealed if we stay out of trouble. It wouldn't be a problem in us coming here, to be employed I mean.”

“Yes. No that's not what I meant a problem, no. I meant yes the records of juveniles are sealed after a time and employment here wouldn't be a problem, there would be no criminal record that you had to worry about. That's right Jim, Dave.”
“Well I was hoping you'd tell us Sir? I mean at the moment we probably have qualifications for the stripes more than form the outside of the bars.” Jim jumped in.

“NO not you, I meant Jim Stevens and Dave.... Officer Riley and Sergeant Stevens.”
“OK sir. I'm happy with that answer, I think. However seeing as you brought it up, if I was unfortunate enough would there be ramifications if I was a convict?”

“No you'd just be convict-scum, livestock, a slave basically so probably no ramifications but plenty of ramming!” I chuckled.

“Fuck off Bill I'm serious. So would there sir and if its like he says how could I get him as my house officer? No him but Officer Eric Johnson.”

“I don't think I'm going to say any more without my lawyer present!” He turned to the other adults, “He really expects an answer doesn't he.”

“Alan the youngest we had in here was fourteen and before he was in here a month he would have seen, tasted and felt more cocks than the last woman left living in China! As blondie explained a convict is no longer considered a human being.”

“Thank Fuck refreshments at last.”
“Sorry I had to go to the canteen somebody insisted!”
“Captain Arsehole no doubt!” The governor muttered, “I really need to get to speak with him.”
“Eric, Take a seat we can all help ourselves. I have to confess something..?”
“To me?” Eric looked at Alan.
“Yeah there's a seat here for you Eric, erm Officer Johnson.” Alan bumped Riley along the couch a bit.”
“I have to apologize without reserve it seems I let it slip. No I didn't let it slip, I told young Mr Watson and consequently the rest of the room that you were gay.”

“And who exactly was in the rest of the room sir? You know that if others had come in since that revelation that during your apology you just outed me again.”
“Your the only one that has come in and you, of course you knew,” Governor Fox turned to see who we were watching.”
“Oh Wilson find a seat, you got a babysitter then. You knew about Eric as well didn't you?”
“Eric? Oh so he is joining the team Serge and the rest of us were hoping for that.” Wilson offered a way out for his boss or maybe it was just bait.

“No not that but well he is on the team now of course. I was talking about Eric being gay.”

“Should you be talking about that sir or did he give you the OK to do so?” Wilson cast his eyes round the room.
“They know I told them earlier apparently. Not deliberately! So did I out him to you when I apologised or was it later when I noticed you were here.”

“You OK Eric? I really didn't mean to ...you know.”
Eric lifted his head, his boss looked relieved at seeing Eric's laughter, “Sorry boss, I just didn't believe him or them could do it.”
“Do it? Do what?”
“Alan asked me if I was gay earlier and I told him it was none of his business so he said that my boss would tell him. I didn't think of you I was thinking of Da... serge there.”

“What you thought if you knew it was me he was going to find out from you might as well have just told him yourself? Well you'd probably have. You would have been right as it turns out.” He laughed, “So everything is fine, everyone knew already. Well that's no as bad as you Dave, you outed me to Robbie's students.”

“Jerry they knew before they came here and yes they did ask me outright.”
“Dave's right Jerry,” Mr Anderson agreed.

“We knew he was gay as he had a partner, not female,” Jim stated.
“We knew you were a good friend, he told us often enough hoping we wouldn't embarrass either of you.” Alan added.
“Finally, the two of you couldn't get away quick enough together when we got here! We've been on trips before and he never would dream of leaving us alone anywhere never mind this kind of place.
Oh and before you put your foot in it again, and maybe cause problems we can all assure you that the other lads are blissfully unaware.”

“No wait please governor,”Jim stopped him from speaking.
“Yeah can we just be sure you understand we don't give a....” Adam paused.
I continued, “Flying fuck, I think is an appropriate expression don't you think..., what they know or think about us we don't want any problems for Mr Anderson and consequently yourself.”

“Can I speak now?”
“Well you are the top man around here Sir”
He paused.
“Damn Bill you were right it's eachy peachy with them!”

“I'm not going there lads.”
“It's OK you both just told us all.” I said confidently.

“They must like you then Robbie.”
“We actually love and respect the man.”
“Yep Honest, respects us back when we earn it”
“And always willing to listen to any problems!”

“OK guys enough, but thank you!” Mr Anderson turned to his partner, “No it doesn't mean they don't play with my head.” He stared back at us and looked around the room. “Gentlemen don't fall for it they and you all know what I mean, I am not going there and neither should you, they'll turn it back on you.”

“That's why you've been relatively quiet when they're around isn't it. Thank god I was wondering if you were troubled about something else. You're not normally so shy and retiring are you?”

“No Jerr, stop now.”

“We actually like all you guys we've had a great time you really are good guys, you treated us like adults and shared experiences with us.”
“It's good to find older guys like you who can find time to actually listen and talk to us younger ones starting out in life.”
“Oh we don't mean that you are old Mr Wilson, 24 is not old and of course Eric isn't old.

“Well lads I don't think 48 is that old and I'm sure you'll be the same when you get to our age.”

“Your older than Mr Anderson then.”
“Yea he only looks about 45 at the most.”
“No we're the same age, aren't we?”
“Yes Jerry.”

“So you don't suddenly feel old when you get to thirty then serge?”
I wouldn't know.” Serge smiled.
“It's Boss Riley that's nearly thirty Bill.”
“How do you know?”
“Serge said Boss Riley was the oldest in the group.”
“Only by a few months and I just turned 29!” Riley was indignant.

“I concede!” Wilson held up his hands, “They told me they'd find out the guards ages, jeez they even got the governors!...” Serge chuckled and Wilson continued, “You knew what they were up to Dave and you didn't stop them!”

“So Mr Wilson hope you weren't to hard with our school-mates.”
“Hard on them Blondie? No the detention guys took over.”
“Ah and were they hard?” Alan asked.
“Well they usually are.”

“OH Jeez. Wilson stop now who knows where this could lead. God I could do with a stiff one, anybody else interested?....... Oh shit! Look lads.” The governor gulped audibly.

“That could lead to legal ramifications.”
“We're under-age anyway but thanks for the offer.”
“Do the convicts ever get the chance?”

“LADS I meant a stiff drink, nothing else and I just thought I'd include...”

“That's what we were talking about Sir.”
“But it's still illegal to supply liquor to minors isn't it.”
“Especially in your position and in a government building.”

“OK...OK...OK Let's just buckle down and get serious, can we do that now?”
“Sure we've just been passing the time to you adults got sorted out.”
“Great! Thanks guys! Robbie? Would you like to come with me over to the secure unit. Mass Murderers, Psycho's, Serial Killers, Rapists. We'll get a dozen or so into the yard there, throw in some blunt objects and sharp ones too and see if we can get across the longest stretch. It'll be fun, a lot easier than dealing with these three..... you know they're going to turn the rest. It's an age thing.”

The three of us laughed, cheered and applauded.
“Thank Fuck! Nice to know we can still have balls when we get old”
“I knew he had it in him, took a while but maybe that was the age thing he meant.”
“Yep even old guys can play hard.”

“More fun than when it's soft!” Mr Anderson chuckled.


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