Jailmates

by Lesli Richardson

  But once he’s escorted out of the conjugal wing, however…

  I go in search of the head guard. I demand to be taken to him and remind the guard who was supposed to escort me back to the transport bay that Maxim Colonies has a strong vested interest in a positive outcome for all involved.

  I think that’s what does it. That, or the guy, a human, realizes my anger is more than his pay grade requires him to deal with. I’m taken out of the conjugal wing and into an administrative office waiting room where I’m deposited. I hear the door lock behind me.

  A few minutes later, a Guyardien emerges from a different door. I’ve seen him before and know from his uniform he’s the head guard, called the Alpha, something to do with their family structure. Apparently the Guyardiens, a race I know little about, are one of the few races well-suited for this kind of work and highly sought after to run guard crews on coalition prison stations, as well as security teams for MC installations. They used to be renown for use as personal and corporate security teams, until the MC came into being and paid them a fuckton more money to work almost exclusively for them and the coalition.

  I also know that they’re supposedly a race that if they make a deal with you, that’s it, the deal is done and they will stick to it.

  A rumor one of the transport pilots told me, when I was talking to him during one of my earlier trips, is that Guyardiens will sometimes make deals with a prisoner’s family, as long as it doesn’t go against prison rules, or their existing contracts or deals.

  The implication being I might be able to talk with them and strike a deal to get Mohrn some special privileges, like maybe longer conjugal visits or something.

  I stare up at the Alpha, a guy named Dehnzen, according to his name tag. He’s only a few inches taller than me. Guyardiens are beefy and tough, though. Stout. Like if you crossed a wolf and a bull and a human, you get something that looks like a Guyardien. I mean, they’re humanoid, but they have bluntly short horns on their heads, and they’re hairy but like a hairy human, not an animal. And they have snouts sort of like a wolf. Apparently they have excellent senses of smell and can track by scent, another reason they’re employed as prison guards. They’re tough and tenacious.

  I wouldn’t have dared try to go up against one of them before my augmentations.

  Except right now I’m pissed as hell and hope my augmentations can cash the check my mouth’s about to write.

  “What’s the fucking deal?” I demand. “What the hell are you fucks getting paid for if Mohrn’s getting the crap beaten out of him? He’s gentle. He’s no fucking warrior, and you know that. His personality tests all show he doesn’t have the ability to be aggressive. Why the hell are you letting people pound him? Just because he’s big doesn’t mean he should be a damn target for every asshole who thinks they have something to prove!”

  He works his jaw, and it looks like he’s sniffing the air. Fuck him, I smell like Mohrn and I just spent a couple of hours fucking. I don’t need his judgment.

  He studies me for a long moment. “You want your mate to receive extra protection?”

  “Yeah. I want to make a deal. No more fucking ‘accidents.’ You keep other inmates who want to hurt him the fuck away from him, and you assholes treat him with kid gloves. No more goddamned bruises or cuts on him, no reports from him that he was hurt by anyone. I want him in a cell by himself. He can’t fucking lie to me, so you’d better believe I’ll ask him. So what’s. The fucking. Deal?”

  He eyes me. “When we make a deal, we don’t go back on it. But we will require personal payment up front.”

  “How much will it cost me? Name it.”

  “You.”

  I try to decipher that and wonder if my translator misfired. “What?”

  “My immediate clan. You lie with us today.” His gaze scans my body. “All of us.”

  I’m…processing.

  Not helping that my cock is trying to decide the matter for me, to the affirmative.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “You smell like your mate right now. We don’t get many conjugal opportunities. They prefer we are…meaner.” He smiles, but it looks hard and cold. “My clan and I are the lead guards. We will instruct all the guards that your mate becomes protected, and it’ll be done.”

  “And I don’t mean you toss him in solitary, either. None of that bullshit.”

  “No, he will not be locked away separately.”

  “And he’ll get a regular cell to himself?”

  “He’ll get a regular cell to himself.”

  This sounds too easy. I already learned what happens when you don’t read the fine fricking print. “One time? I fuck you guys one time and that’s it? Mohrn’s protected from now on? Permanently?”

  He slowly nods. “Today. Now. My men are all coming off shift because conjugal visits have ended. On those days, I have them personally supervising the transfers. Tomorrow resumes their regular supervisory schedule.”

  “How come just the one time?”

  “It will be one time more than any of us have had in months. We don’t have the same libidos humans do. If we are unmated, we usually only rut for mating. Right now, you reek of your mate and rut. There aren’t females of our kind around to trigger us, but my men deserve a reward. With your mate’s scent on you, there will be guaranteed loyalty from my men. Mohrn will be protected as extended clan until the end of their sentence.”

  “How do I know you won’t try to get me to do this again, or with other groups of guards?”

  He shakes his head. “We honor agreements. You may ask around. This is the extent of it—this one time, with my immediate clan. We are the only Guyardiens here, and all my men are supervisors of shifts.”

  “And they’re all adults?”

  He snorts. “Yes. All male and adults.”

  So I’m pulling a train. “Let me see them first. Then I’ll tell you.”

  He shrugs and leads me down several corridors and through several locked doors, out of the main prison area and into what I realize are private quarters. We reach one large barracks room where there are…

  I do a head count. Including Dehnzen…twelve guys.

  Right now they’re all mostly undressed, a couple are fully nude. At my entry with Dehnzen they all turn and are now watching us. Their cocks are positively tiny at this point, although before my own super-sizing I would have thought they were decent-sized.

  “Our work contracts specify that, other than official business, emergencies, or for prisoner transport, we cannot leave the prison station during our contracted period,” Dehnzen adds as I’m doing the math in my head. “That doesn’t end for another six months. We’ve all been here twelve months. The prison’s rules specify we cannot take pleasure with inmates or fellow employees.” He smiles at me. “Doesn’t say anything about the willing mates of inmates.”

  Ahhh. I look at Alpha. “Terms? Once more for clarification.”

  He indicates all of them. “You service all of us right now, until everyone’s spent. However many times it takes to completely satisfy each of us. Tomorrow morning, our regular schedule resumes. Then you’re finished, and I’ll personally escort you to the transport. Mohrn will receive extra protection and their own cell until the end of their sentence, and I guarantee you they will come to no harm from this moment on.”

  I suck in a deep breath even as my cock begs me to say yes.

  I’m already going to be fucking hornier than hell the next couple of days, I know I will. This beats beating off until my arms wants to fall off…right?

  It’s not cheating, either. The contract allows for it. Nothing in this deal with them will interfere with anything I have with Mohrn.

  It’ll protect Mohrn.

  And maybe it’ll help me sort out whether or not what I’m feeling for Mohrn is real or just because of what H’looder and his team has done to me so I can fulfill the contract.

  “Just these guys in here, and you,” I clarify. “Twelve of you. Until you all can
’t get it up, or until tomorrow morning when your next shift starts, and that’s it?”

  He nods. “That’s it. That will sate us until the end of our contract. If you wish to ask us for more at a future time, we’ll be happy to agree. But it won’t be required. We’ll protect your mate for as long as they’re here, until the end of their sentence.” He holds his hand out.

  “And Mohrn’s completely protected? Not just from getting beat up—from any kind of violence or coercion?” You betcher ass I’m going to hammer all this out.

  I still smell like Mohrn, and it’s fucking killing me, man. I want to smell like Mohrn. I want to go collapse in my bunk on H’looder’s ship and smell myself all over and close my eyes and pretend he’s with me.

  Fuck you. Don’t judge me.

  But Mohrn is going to get himself killed at this rate. He’s an easy target because of his size and the fact that he’s gentle and he won’t fight back, and now all the assholes he’s locked up with know that. I don’t want him to end up raped, either, and that’s only a matter of time until that happens. It’s probably a miracle that hasn’t happened yet.

  This is for Mohrn. That’s what I tell myself.

  “You don’t tell Mohrn about this, either,” I add. “I don’t want him to know about this deal. No one else knows what I did to make the deal.”

  “Then we don’t tell them.”

  I shake with the Alpha. “Give the order now. I want to hear you do it.”

  He shrugs, walks over to a panel on the wall, and has a brief conversation with another guard, where he issues the order that Mohrn’s cellmate is to be moved elsewhere, and Mohrn is to be closely supervised and protected from this point on.

  Then he returns. “There.”

  I nod. At least now I can relax a little. “Give me one minute to get ready.” I walk over to a shelf along the wall where personal items are stowed and remove my clothes. With my back to them, I use the inside of my kilt to wipe myself before I fold it and place it on the shelf. I want some of Mohrn’s scent there, preserved.

  I take a deep breath, turn, and fuck me, they are all literally right fucking there surrounding me, just feet away. Spooky-silent fuckers.

  This is for Mohrn…but it’s not against the contract. I look at all of them. “Who’s first?”

  Alpha grabs my arm and the others part to make way as he leads me over to a bunk. “Oh, we’ve seen the size of your mate’s cock. I think you can easily take more than one at a time.”

  * * * *

  At least I’m able to take a long, hot, real-water shower before leaving the barracks. My hair’s still damp, even. So instead of smelling like I just spent the last twelve hours playing whore to the Guyardiens, I smell a little like…

  Mohrn.

  After strapping into my seat on the shuttle, I close my eyes and inhale, where Mohrn’s scent clings to my clothes. Not as good as when I smell him on my skin, but worth it.

  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t physically enjoy what I just went through, because I did enjoy it. I came…

  Well, I came a lot.

  Emotionally, however…

  Not so much.

  Hey, it was worth it to protect Mohrn. He can’t defend himself, doesn’t even know how to fight. I can relax about that, at least.

  The Guyardiens actually managed to wring me dry, too, something I wasn’t even sure was possible now.

  They were growers not showers, but still not nearly as big as Mohrn. Thanks to the size of their equipment, countless times I took two of them in the ass while sucking a third off, all at the same time and usually while one of them was sucking or stroking me.

  I honestly can’t tell you how many times I got plowed because I wasn’t keeping track. I do know Dehnzen had me at least five times, including the last time, when he spit-roasted me between him and his second in command. And it wasn’t one-sided. I honestly expected they were just going to use me and not give a shit whether or not I enjoyed it, but they did take an active part in getting me off.

  I even got to fuck two of them as a Top. Sure, while one was fucking me at the same time, but still, fun was had by all.

  I’m achy and sore, and I might hate myself after I get a chance to sleep on this—literally, because I’m exhausted now—but I can’t undo it.

  And Mohrn is safe.

  H’looder is awaiting me when I debark the shuttle. “Why did you stay so long? Did they allow you extra time with Mohrn?” He falls into step with me as I head for my stateroom.

  “Long story, and sort of personal, Doc.” Before he can object and cite data-gathering, I add, “It has nothing to do with Mohrn, and I know that’s outside the realm of what you collect from me. Right now, all I want to do is go to sleep.” I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours, and literally spent over half of that time with my legs spread and my ass filled.

  I’m close to collapse.

  I don’t want to tell the Veraci what I did, because no doubt it’ll end up in the record and likely reach Mohrn somehow.

  If I never have to tell Mohrn what I did, I’ll be happy. I won’t lie to him if he ever asks me if I had sex with anyone else, but I’m not exactly…proud of this. Knowing Mohrn, he’d feel guilty I did it, too, and I don’t want that.

  I’m a big boy. I made the choice.

  I take another shower in my stateroom, a water shower. It’s the same soap Mohrn and I used together, so that’s a nice memory. I wrap my kilt around one of my pillows and snuggle it in my arms, curled up around it as I crash into an exhausted sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  With Mohrn’s safety ensured, I can relax a little. I only spend one day on H’looder’s ship before the MC skiff returns me to Pfahrn at the start of the next morning local time. All I have with me is my backpack, so I opt to walk back to the estate instead of hiring a ground transport.

  I do love this planet, what I’ve seen of it so far. It’s pretty, it’s warm but not brutally hot, and I feel a kind of peace here. When I’m alone outside, not when I’m with the assholes, of course.

  The only thing that would make this better would be having Mohrn here with me.

  And not living with these assholes.

  Although it is uncomfortable when people look at me and watch me as I walk through town from the transport station, I’ve gotten to the point where I can ignore them. It’s well-known exactly who I am. I haven’t seen any other humans down here, other than the MC or prison personnel who transport me, although I have seen non-Pfahrn races in town.

  I’m relieved when I reach the outskirts of town and leave it behind me. The walk is maybe thirty minutes, nothing bad. And it allows me time to think and process.

  This time, I’m thinking and processing what I did with the Guyardiens. If those fuckers cross me, I’ll get H’looder involved and bring the weight of the MC down on their damn heads. There has to be something I can use as leverage against them if they don’t keep Mohrn safe.

  I damn sure don’t want to repeat the encounter with the Guyardiens. Because the more I think about it, it makes me feel…

  Not sure how to label it. It’s a dark, foul mix of regret and self-loathing. I think I would, ironically, feel better if physically I hadn’t enjoyed it as much as I did.

  Still, I sooth my aching conscience by reminding myself it was to keep Mohrn safe, and it didn’t violate our contract.

  The next thing I want to do is increase the frequency of my visits with Mohrn. After a little research over the next week, I talk to the associate warden Mohrn’s assigned to. That’s who all visits are arranged through. They’re the person who supervises Mohrn’s incarceration, coordinates any medical care, all of that.

  The associate warden’s a Shalfin, a guy named something I can’t pronounce because Shalfin isn’t one of my languages. But he uses Bob as a Standard common name so people know what the hell to call him. Being he’s a Shalfin, it means I’m not getting any bullshit razzing about my situation like I probably would were it anothe
r human.

  I normally don’t like Shalfin very much because my first experience with one was a guy in my basic training class who cheated at cards. This one seems nice, though, if not a little full of himself.

  Stroking his ego works to my advantage. After chatting, a little schmoozing, and a lot of bribery—because lucky for me it’s not Pfahrn who are actually running the damn prison, it’s an independent subsidiary of Maxim Colonies—I get our visitation schedule adjusted so it’s back to once every fourteen days instead of once every thirty. The new schedule will go into effect after my next visit in three weeks.

  I consider it a victory and I can’t wait to tell Mohrn when I see him next. I want it to be a surprise for him and I hope the prison wonks don’t say anything to him about it.

  Hey, there’s nothing in our contract that says I can’t request for us to have more frequent contact. And if he’s not in the mood to fool around, well, okay, fine. We can still sit and talk, or whatever.

  Again, nothing in the contract against that. I know Mohrn enjoys snuggling with me as much as I enjoy snuggling with him. Nothing in the contract against mutual snuggling, either.

  Meanwhile, I start exploring my immediate surroundings on the estate. I follow Dohrn, Stohrn, and Allhrn as they make rounds in the fields, mostly because I know it annoys them when I do, but they treat me as little more than a shadow. It’s irritating that they don’t even ask me about Mohrn after my visits, but whatever. I’m trying to get along with them so I can honestly tell Mohrn about it when he invariably asks about them, how they’re doing.

  I mean, they’re not exactly hostile to me, but I’m not welcomed as family. Like, if this was Mom and Helleia, they’d be all over my spouse, asking about me, learning about them, all of that.

  I actually spend more time with Cloohdlin than I do them, and know him a heck of a lot better than I do Dohrn and the others.

  Then again, the more I learn about ishblane status, I guess since I’m ishblane-mohr that means I’m…barely tolerated.