Doing Time

*** Chapter 3

I followed Dennis out of our cell, a little nervously not sure what to expect considering the warnings he’d just given me, for the wing was pretty big, on three floors and full of noise.

“Is it always this noisy?” I asked him.

“Pretty much” he replied grinning “during the day at least, during the night it’s quieter because we’re locked up in our cells. But noisy is good when it’s quiet it’s bad with a capital B”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because it means something is about to kick off and everyone’s watching and waiting” he replied seriously.

“Okay” I said a bit lamely, not sure what else to say.

Over the next hour I was introduced to more than a dozen inmates all of whom Dennis considered good guys or useful contacts for me while I was inside. In all honesty they seemed quite ordinary although a little wary of me until Dennis told them that I was under his care. Then they were all smiles and insistent on giving me tips on how to survive prison, most of them were the same as Dennis’s but a couple were new to me so I mentally stored them away for future use.

All talked out Dennis then showed me around the ground floor where most of the inmates were hanging out socialising or playing games. The communal area was dominated by two large snooker tables, a table tennis table and numerous ‘lounge’ style plastic chairs bolted to the floor.

We stood and watched a couple of snooker games in silence not wanting to distract the players or draw unwanted attention to ourselves before moving on. I glanced around the perimeter of the room and realised that there were no cells on this floor, instead only four doors with one on each wall.

The first I recognised instantly as being the door through which I entered this wing, plus there was a clue as to its purpose by way of the ‘Exit’ sign above it. I peered through the toughened glass window of the next door we came to and realised it must be the canteen judging by the tables and chairs arranged in parallel rows. It was closed for business and all in darkness, but only for the next half an hour when it would reopen for the evening meal according to my guide.

On to the next door, pushing it open I peered inside and was surprised by what I found. Dennis chuckled and said that my reaction was quiet common. The room I was gazing around was a surprisingly large gymnasium and contained a good selection of fitness and weight machines, most of which were in use. I could not help but focus on the straining sweaty bodies of the guys on the machines who were wearing nothing more than shorts (a couple also wore T-shirts), presumably to show off their physiques.

I stood there transfixed until a gentle cough from Dennis brought me back to the moment and he continued the tour. At the far end of the room were two other doors, one led on to a TV lounge where a couple of guys were watching a day time programme and the other led into a shower room for the gym users benefit.

Back out into the main wing there was only one other door to be explored which was the communal wash and toilet facilities. It was pretty much as expected; around twenty shower heads separated from the room by a waist high brick splash guard, a matching number of clothes hooks and toilet cubicles. The cubicles had doors for privacy but had no locks, for inmates’ safety and to prevent self-harmers being able to carry out their desperate plans.

With the tour over and still too early for the canteen to open we wandered back to our cell where I was reminded about another task I still had to complete. It took me back to my school days, well when I went that is, and that was to sew name tags into my clothing. Dennis kindly gave me some white material tape which I had to write my name onto before sewing on to each single item of prison issue clothing I had. I was so clumsy and inexperienced that he laughed a deep belly laugh before wiping tears from his eyes and demonstrated how it should be done properly.

After a couple of attempts I got the hang of it and had virtually completed the job when the dinner bell rang and I heard the sound of numerous footsteps outside all moving in the direction of the canteen. Dennis told me to leave everything as it was for it could be completed on my return. There was no hurry, for the first soiled washing collection wouldn’t be until the morning in any case.

The dinner was better than I was expecting, for mains I had cottage pie with fresh vegetables and for dessert I had rhubarb crumble with custard. Sitting down at a table for four Dennis introduced me to a couple of mates who he’s shared cells with before, Leroy and Clint. Both guys were even older than Dennis but just as friendly although I felt a little uncomfortable by the way they studied me and made in-house jokes which I didn’t yet understand.

As we ate our food we made small talk and covered many subjects but avoided the obvious subject of why I was inside. I think I read somewhere that is a subject most inmates avoid, but I could be wrong. It would have been easy to forget that this wasn’t an ordinary restaurant except that for an hour after arriving the bell rang again signalling that the canteen was closing.

After bidding our table mates farewell I followed Dennis back to our cell and completed sewing the labels into my clothes. Just as well that I had got on with it because Officer Jarrod, our prison guard banged on the door telling it was our turn for the showers. Instantly energized into action we grabbed our wash bags and towels from our cupboards and headed for the wash room which was already crowded with other inmates all intent on doing the same thing. Initially there was no room under the showers so I used the toilet first before finding a space to hang my stuff and hesitated about getting undressed in front of so many guys.

“Is this your first time?” the guy standing next to me asked as he towelled himself dry.

“Yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming” I replied trying hard not to stare at his semi-erect cock.

“You’ll get used to it and seeing naked guys! I wouldn’t hang around if I were you the next batch of inmates will be sent down shortly.”

I took heed of his advice, so ignoring my embarrassment I quickly stripped until I was naked and was about to head for the showers when the same guy placed a hand on my arm and said

“Take care of yourself kid. You’re young, good looking and have a nice body. There are men in here who’d kill to sink their cock up your arse.”

“Really?” I asked uncertain if to be alarmed or aroused.

“You’ll find out believe me” was all he said as he quickly got dressed and left without looking back.

Shrugging my shoulders I pushed my way into the showers and found a vacant shower head. Using the prison issue soap I quickly lathered it all over my body before using shampoo to wash my hair. It was while I had my eyes closed and rinsing my hair that I had my first indication that the guy’s warning might just be true.

I sensed bodies moving closer to me and then before I could respond I felt fingers slide between my cheeks and then a finger push up into my rectum using the soap suds as a lubricant. At the same time another hand grabbed my cock and balls momentarily distracting me from the anal intrusion.

I cried out in shock only to find a hand had covered my mouth instantly silencing me. I wiped the remainder of the soap from my eyes as quickly as possible so that I could see who was doing this to me. The finger continued pushing up inside me until it was fully inserted and then its owner started to finger fuck me. I heard chuckling all around me as a deep masculine voice announced that I was no virgin and that I was enjoying the intrusion. Both statements were true for I definitely wasn’t a virgin and my cock was rapidly becoming erect.

I opened my eyes and wished that I hadn’t for I saw two of the meanest looking guys I’d ever seen in my life standing very close to me and effectively pinning me to the wall. Slowly the hand was removed from my mouth and I gulped silently as I took in their scarred faces and heavily tattooed bodies.

“Something you want to say sweetie?” asked the one who had his finger up me.

“Uh no, I guess not” I replied shaking my head vigorously.

“Not even a thank you for what we’re doing?” asked the other sneering menacingly.

“What’s going on over there?” I heard a prison officer’s voice call out.

As if by magic, the finger in my rectum and the hand on my tackle disappeared. The guys stepped away from me and I heard mutterings of “Nothing”.

If I thought that anyone would have come to my rescue I was mistaken, for the prison officer had merely nodded before returning his attention to his mobile phone while the other inmates around me either grinned or ignored me. My two assailants acted as if nothing had happened and quickly finished showering.

Only Dennis seemed to show any concern but even he gave me a similar warning to the one that the earlier guy had given. He added that I should never close my eyes when showering as it will make me too vulnerable to that sort of incident. I nodded in agreement.

Back in our cell Dennis sprawled out on his bed and asked me to make us a cup of tea. Remembering his cell rules I did so without question and at one point I looked up to find him watching me with a curious expression so I asked

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh just wondering why a nice bloke like you is in a place like this. How old are you? Twenty?” he replied sitting up and taking the offered cup of tea from me.

I sat down on my bed and took a sip from my own cup before replying “No I’m twenty five and I’m not that nice a guy otherwise I wouldn’t be here. But I could say the same about you being in here.”

Dennis shook his head “I’m half way through a ten year sentence for my part in an armed robbery, not my first I have to admit. I guess you could call me a professional criminal taking a career break” and laughed at his own joke.

I smiled in response before admitting “I’m a repeat offender too, but small scale compared to you. I’ve been shoplifting and pick pocketing since I was a little kid bunking off school. Like I said before this is my first time in prison and I have to admit it’s pretty scary!”

“Yeah it can be, but stick with me and you’ll be fine. How long’s your sentence?”

“Three months with parole set at six weeks” I said holding up my crossed fingers.

“You’ll be out before you know it and hopefully you won’t be back. Come on drink up, it’s almost time for lights out”

He knocked his own back before taking my empty cup, washed them up and proceeded to clean his teeth. While he was doing this I took the opportunity to use the toilet and strip down to my boxers and T-shirt. Once Dennis had finished at the basin we swapped positions and as I cleaned my teeth I used the mirror to discretely watch him undress.

I was surprised to see that he casually stripped off until he was completely naked and wandered around as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I just stood there watching his very muscular heavy set body, taking in the size of him. Okay he was in his fifties but he was still very impressive and only his greying hair and facial wrinkles gave his age away. As he climbed into bed he pulled his duvet back and lay on his back making no attempt to cover his tackle before glancing in my direction.

Embarrassed to have been caught out I flushed bright red and finished cleaning my teeth. Unfortunately my tent pole just would not go down and I’m sure that he must have noticed it as I climbed into bed but he made no comment if he had. We continued to make small talk offering snippets of information about ourselves before suddenly we were plunged into darkness, the cell lights had been turned off until morning.

Slowly my eyes became adjusted to the darkness and I could just make out shapes in the room where light seeped from underneath our cell door and through the thin curtains.

I was mentally exhausted from the long day, so much had happened to me that I fell asleep within a couple of minutes. At some point in the night, I slowly surfaced from my sleep as I felt cool air waft over my body and then was instantly wide awake as fingers gripped my short’s waistband and started to tug them down over my hips. Shocked I looked over my shoulder at the dark and looming figure of Dennis and asked “What the hell are you doing?” by which point he had pulled them down past my knees exposing my bum to him.

He leant down and whispered into my ear “You had better get used to this. Your arse is mine all the time you’re in my cell. Like I said before I’m one of the good guys and I’ll protect you from the bad but nothing’s for free in here and this is your way of paying your debts to me. Understand?”

Intimidated by the size of the man and scared of his veiled threats I nodded my head in understanding.

“Good. Now we can do this the easy way i.e. you co-operate and let me do what I want, or you can do it the hard way. Resist and I will do it anyway but you will get hurt. Which is it to be?” he hissed menacingly.

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