by D. J. Manly
I sprang at him, not really aware of how much the weight training was paying off. I had the little slut up against the wall. “Don’t touch him,” I warned him. “Diego belongs to me.”
“That’s funny because he’s the one who requested I be moved there.”
I released Sam, staring at him in disbelief. I was pissed. I marched up those stairs after head count and walked right into Diego’s cell. “What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Getting ready for breakfast,” he replied. “What the fuck do you care?”
“Don’t.”
“I’m hungry, Torres.”
“That’s not what I mean. Don’t fuck my cell mate.”
“He’s my cell mate now and I didn’t know he meant so much to you.”
“He means nothing to me and he means nothing to you. Don’t do this because you think it will push me away.”
“He wants this,” Diego said, grabbing his groin. “What can I do?”
“Don’t be fucking crude. I know why you’re doing this.”
“Maybe you don’t.” He met my eyes.
“Then tell me.”
He sighed. “The Nazis are using him as their fuck toy. He’s going to be my source of information. I can’t protect you if—” He stopped.
“Baby.” I softened, coming closer. “You don’t have to protect me anymore. I can do it now. I’m stronger. I have more confidence. I—”
“You’ll get yourself killed and they’ll do anything to get back at me for killing Jack Duncan. And if they think I still care, they’ll kill you. I have to show them that I don’t care about you. Your survival depends on that, Yan. Now stay away from me.”
Tears sparked in my eyes. “And let you fuck that blond slut.”
“I’ll do what I have to do.”
“After knowing where his mouth has been.”
“I’ll make sure he uses mouthwash.” He smirked.
I could have punched him. “You’re breaking my heart.”
“Better your heart than your skull. Now get out of here, Yan.”
I walked off down the corridor, trying not to let my feelings show. I should have been happy. He really did care, cared enough to keep his distance, to keep me safe, but I was without him.
I was angry, angrier than I’d ever been, and I worked even harder in the weight room that evening. That night, my body ached as I lay in my empty cell thinking of Sam in the cell above with my Diego. And I couldn’t sleep. And in my sleeplessness, I came up with a plan that would take care of those Nazis once and for all.
The next day at breakfast I watched Sam follow Diego around like a lap dog and Diego paid far more attention to that blond boy than he needed to. I convinced myself that Diego was trying to convince the Nazis that I was no longer his boy but he was being too damn convincing. When that blond shithead placed a hand on Diego’s ass in the lunch line, I almost lost it. I gritted my teeth. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
I avoided the shower room when I knew Diego would be there and braced myself for my next move. That evening I walked right over to the table where the three Nazis sat. I addressed the new leader. His name was Colin Delaney and he still bore the scars from Diego on his face. That made me smile. “Colin,” I said, “can I speak to you in private?”
He eyed me then shrugged. I stood aside respectfully as he stood and we walked together to a quiet corner. “What you want, slut?”
I swallowed that. I wanted to kick the shit out of him for what he’d done to me, but real vengeance took time. “Colin”—I put a hand on his forearm—“Diego has thrown me over for that blond whore. I need protection. He’s left me vulnerable.”
“Now you want us. Poor baby. That Sammy looks very satisfied.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I can help you get Mendez. You do want him, don’t you?”
He tilted his head. “Why would you do that?”
“In exchange for your protection and also because he dumped me. He’s going to pay for that.”
“You want to be my bitch?” He placed a hand on my ass.
“Doctor says I can’t … you know, but maybe when I get the okay. We could be good friends and…” I lowered my voice. “I give great head.”
“Um, I’m looking forward to that. Want to be in my cell?”
“Of course.”
“How you going to help me get Mendez?”
“We’ll work on that together. There’s one thing I can do that you can’t. I can seduce him.”
He smiled. “Um. We’ll talk.”
“I can also do other things for you, like work in the distribution area. I’ll do it for free.”
He nodded and walked away.
I turned to go to my cell and then I saw Diego. He was standing a few feet away, watching. The look he gave me told me he wasn’t pleased with what he’d seen.
I walked by him and he reached out and grabbed my arm, dragging me under the stairs. “What in fuck are you doing?”
“What? You have your comfort at night. Why can’t I have mine?”
“That guy almost killed you. He’s a fucking Nazi.” He was really angry now. “You want him fucking you now? You’re doing this out of spite, jealousy?”
I pulled away from Diego. “You do what you need to, Diego, and I’ll do the same.” I walked off and went to my cell. That was tough for me to do.
I kept working on my weights, punching the punching bag, copying the moves Diego had shown me. I tried not to notice when Diego was with Sam, but Sam was making that difficult. He was determined to throw his conquest in my face.
One day in the weight room Sam came up to me and said, “What did you do about the whisker burn? Diego has that shadow going on but I’m chafed between the thighs.”
He gave me a smug smile and I almost threw him across the floor. “Get the fuck away from me, cretin.”
“He’s hot,” he mocked. “He’s got a great cock, so thick and big, and he knows how to use it. He told me I give better head than you.”
I reached out for him and he danced away, laughing. Colin came up to me and shook his head. “He’s not worth it. Forget Mendez. His days are numbered. We have to talk.”
I followed him to the shower room. I was no longer afraid of him. I felt strong and confident. Diego had given me that, had told me that I needed to learn how to defend myself; that attitude went a long way to keep people from attacking.
Colin explained to me that he needed a carrier for some drugs coming in, and then told me that he was “itching to kill Diego.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, giving him a tender kiss on the mouth, “I’m itching for that too, baby. I want to be there when the deed is done. I can help you.”
He seemed surprised at the kiss. He grabbed me and pulled me hard against himself, grabbing my ass cheeks. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I knew one day you’d be mine. You were never his.”
Yes I was. I was his from the moment I laid eyes on him. “No. I was never his.” We kissed deeply this time and I tried not to think about the need to vomit.
When the door opened, Colin was still kissing me. He took his time releasing me. We came face-to-face with Diego. His expression was dark. I stiffened.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the great fallen leader,” Colin scoffed. He grabbed my ass again and squeezed, making sure that Diego noticed. “This is mine now. I thought you’d like to know. I fuck it so much better than you. Of course, I have the balls for it.”
I wanted to tell Diego that it wasn’t true, that this scumbag would never fuck me unless he killed me first, but of course I couldn’t.
Diego pulled off his T-shirt. He smiled a deadly smile, white teeth gleaming, and I tried not to stare at all those beautiful muscles moving under his skin. He said nothing. He just walked past us as if we weren’t even there, undoing his pants on the way.
Colin turned to watch as Diego turned on the water and stood under the spray with his back to us. The look in his eyes seemed glazed. Dirty bastard. “Somed
ay your ass will be mine, Diego.”
If Colin was waiting for a response, he was waiting in vain. Diego’s answer was silence.
We walked out of the shower room then and I attempted to hide the fact that I was trembling inside, in part from the tension, so thick in the air I could taste it. And in part from watching the water stream down Diego’s hard naked body, a body I missed touching much more than I could put words to.
“We’ll take turns fucking him until he bleeds,” Colin told me under his breath with an evil grin.
Over my dead body. You’ll never touch him. I pretended to laugh as I returned with him to the commons room, and he slapped me on the back.
“Are you going to become a Nazi now?” Kimbo asked me the next day.
I knew he didn’t approve but I couldn’t tell him the truth. “I just hang out with them.”
“You’re selling drugs.”
I hadn’t been selling any yet. I didn’t completely have their trust and I had a feeling that Colin wanted me to get a little closer before he handed over that responsibility. I could keep the story going for a while about how I couldn’t have anal sex but he wouldn’t buy it forever, and as for oral sex, I’d been putting him off, saying that we needed to be alone, giving him any bullshit which would convince him and stroke his oversized ego at the same time.
Meanwhile I was eating my heart out over Diego and his new fuck mate and trying not to show it.
My studies were suffering and the teacher was coming down on me. “You won’t graduate if you don’t pick up your bootstraps,” she said. But all my spare time was now spent on building up my body strength. I could fight when the time came. I was sure of that now. And all that mattered to me was keeping Diego alive until he was out of this place.
I requested a meeting with the warden the following day. Michaels gave me a look of disdain when I walked into his office. “I was just about to call you in here. I’ve had a bad report from Mrs. Crosby. I’m disappointed in you. What in hell are you doing hanging out with the Aryans?”
“I want to help you.”
“Help me do what?”
“The drug trade is in the hands of the Nazis. I’ve been invited to be part of their gang, sell drugs inside.”
“You’re not a narc. You’re going to get yourself killed. What’s this about?”
“They want to kill Diego Mendez.”
“That’s nothing new, Torres.”
“If I can prove they’re the main drug dealers, won’t they be moved out of this cell block, or to solitary?”
“Yes. And you’ll be dead.”
“Put me in protective custody until they’re moved out.”
“That could take a while. Once you give me the evidence, it has to go to trial. You’ll be in protective custody for months.”
“That’s okay. Please, Warden.”
He nodded. “Bring the evidence and we’ll take it from there.”
I stood.
“Torres, if they suspect you’re a stool, no one will be able to save you, not even Diego Mendez.”
“I understand. This is between you and me?”
“Of course.”
“And if anything happens to Diego, your man is Colin Delaney.”
“No one had to tell me,” he said. “Yandal,” he continued, his voice softer, “don’t throw it all away for nothing. Get back to your studies. Get out of here, make a life for yourself.”
I nodded. It wasn’t for nothing. It was for love.
“One more thing; can you transfer me into Delaney’s cell?”
“Are you sure?”
“You want evidence. I have to get closer.”
“This guy almost killed you.”
“I know, and vengeance will be sweet. Will you do it?”
“Yes,” he said, “I’ll do it.”
Chapter Five
The next day I was transferred into Delaney’s cell. Delaney continued to make comments to me about what would happen when we were alone. But at least the others wouldn’t harass me. Delaney had told them I was off-limits. “You’re mine. No one else will touch you.”
“Okay baby,” I said, “but I still can’t … I’ll try to please you in other ways. Hope you understand.”
He looked irritated. “When?”
“I have a doctor’s appointment in three weeks. I’ll see what the doctor says.”
“Three weeks?”
It broke my heart to see the look Diego gave me when he found out I was bunking with Delaney. I tried not to focus too much on Diego, but Colin flaunted our association at every turn. I tried to concentrate on my studies and keep up with my weights and finally, three disgusting blowjobs later, Delaney gave me some drugs to sell.
The first buyer was Sam, who I discovered was an avid drug user. He didn’t say anything about Diego to me, just handed over the money and took the stuff.
I was on the way to the laundry room one evening when someone grabbed me and pulled me into the stock room. I struggled, punching the guy in the stomach, only to be turned around and forced to look into Diego’s dark eyes.
I shook myself free. “What in fuck are you doing?”
“Great punch,” he said. “You’re getting good. So, what in fuck are you doing?” he demanded. “You’re a drug dealer now?”
I backed against the wall. This was the first time we’d been alone in a long while and the stock room was little more than an oversized closet. My breathing quickened and my heart thudded in my chest. I wanted him so much.
“I’m Colin’s now. You have nothing to say.”
He grabbed me and pulled me up to his chest. “You’re Colin’s? I don’t think so.” He kissed me hard and I melted against him, my arms reaching up around his neck and pulling him in closer. I moaned against his lips as Diego undid my pants and reached in to take my cock in his fist. He held it, squeezing it gently and I was already wet.
He pressed me against the wall and took down my pants, looking deep in my eyes. His hand stroked my cock and I grunted, my eyes closing as my tongue came out to wet my lips. “Are you sure you’re his?” Diego slid to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and I released my load within minutes. He held my hand as he licked my cock and my balls gently, pressing his face against my groin for a second.
I placed my hands in his hair. “I love you,” I told him in that dark room. “Don’t you see?” The tears ran down my face. All the misery in here and Diego was the only light.
He raised his head and looked at me. “If you love me, don’t do this. Don’t you think I know what you’re doing? You’re trying to protect me by aligning yourself with them.”
“I can nail them, baby,” I whispered as he stood, pulling up my pants as he went.
“No.” Diego shook his head.
I didn’t want to talk. I clutched him to me. “I want you. Fuck me. Fuck me, Diego. I dream about—”
He placed a finger on my lips. “We can’t do that here. We can’t be seen together now. Colin will kill you.”
“I’m tougher now, stronger, I—”
He grinned, touched my biceps. “I see that. But you’re not tough enough to fight off Colin. He’s a forty-year man with a stack of makeshift weapons. And he has friends.” Diego moved away. “Why did you start this? I’m sick with worrying about you.”
“Sam must help,” I said, my bitterness evident.
He laughed.
“It’s not funny,” I said miserably. “How can you fuck him?”
“He’s sucked my cock once. I never fucked him. He’s always too high anyway. He’s a drug addict.”
“I know that. But if you’re not fucking him, why are you keeping him with you?”
“I used him to keep you away. I figured you’d be so mad at me, you’d stop caring. We’ve both done what we had to do to keep each other safe.”
“And all it’s really doing is keeping us apart.”
“Baby,” he said, “you got to continue now. It’s too late to back out.”
“If it works, I’ll be in protective custody. We’ll never see each other, Diego.”
He took me into his arms.
“I have to have you at least one more time,” I groaned.
He kissed me. “Don’t worry. I’ll set it up.”
“When? Where?”
He moved me toward the door. “Soon. Go on now. I’ll come after.”
I left him reluctantly.
* * * *
I kept selling drugs, feeding as much information to the warden as possible. Two weeks later, Michaels told me that they had enough to bring in a narc undercover. “All you’ve got to do is set it up. Make sure those supremacists are with you during the next shakedown. We’ll arrest you all at the same time. Before Delaney figures it out, you’ll be out of reach.”
“How long before the narc gets here?”
“About a week. Hold on.”
I nodded and left the office.
“What did the warden want?” Colin asked me when he saw me coming down the hallway.
“The warden? Oh, he’s on my back about my studies. Fucking teacher.”
He threw an arm around me. “Let’s play some ball.”
“I’m going to do weights. Join me? I love to see you use those muscles.”
He grinned. “You’re on.”
Diego was lifting weights when we walked in. Sam was spotting him. He looked dangerously stoned. “Hey, there’s the ex,” Sam called out. “How you doing, Torres? Missing your man?”
It was Colin who went after him this time and I prayed the guard didn’t send him to solitary before the narc arrived. As it turned out, the fight was broken up and Colin backed off.
Diego sat up, wiping the sweat off his face and chest as he did so. He motioned to me with his head and I wondered how in the hell I was going to follow him.
Colin started using the punching bag and I watched Diego walk off.
Sam started skipping rope.
Suddenly the guard came over. “Torres. Come with me.”
“What for?” I asked.
“You’re wanted in the infirmary.”
I followed the guard curiously, always wary whenever a guard led me anywhere. “There you go,” he said, opening the door to a private office located a few doors away from the infirmary.