Cellmate (Part I)
Title: Cellmate
Author: tprillahfiction
Fandom: ST TOS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Word count: 6,000 approx
Summary: New prison inmate Spock has to deal with the constant sexual advances of his tough cellmate.
Featuring: D/s, prison sex, shower sex, prison life
Warning: violence, some prison speak, consent issues, attempted rape, sexplay (consent issues)
Written for: Spiced Peaches 2016
CELLMATE
His footsteps reverberated on the cement floor as he was lead down the corridor. His hands cuffed in front of him, he clutched his blanket, pillow and bag of toiletries. He could hear the whirl of the overhead ceiling fan in the distance. The guard stopped him in front of cell 81A up on the third tier.
“Your new home,” the guard said as he put the key into the lock. The bars slid open with a clank. The guard removed Spock’s cuffs and shackles and pushed him inside the cell. “Meet your new cellmate: Lenny the lifer.”
Lenny the Lifer stood watching, arms folded, the man’s blue jumpsuit sleeves cut off and showing off an impressive amount of tattoos.
“Caught you a fish, Lenny,” the guard told the other inmate as he slid the bars shut then locked the door with his jangly keys.
Lenny smiled and drawled out: “Is that right?”
“Lenny, I do declare that is a new tattoo on you, friend,” the guard noted, pointing at what looked to be a caduceus.
“Do what now?” Lenny replied with an air of innocence.
“Now you know the ink ain’t allowed. Who’s the artist, Lenny?”
“Somehow, I cain’t remember the man’s name,” Lenny replied with another smirk, still eyeing the newbie and licking his lips, a stream of sweat falling down the side of his face from the oppressive Georgia heat.
“Uh huh,” the guard replied. “We’ll see about that. Might nigh be a right up on you. Well, you treat this boy right, he’s gonna be stayin’ with us a little while, you hear?”
“You got it, Screw,” Lenny assured him.
“Well alright, then.” The guard sauntered off.
Spock walked over to the bunk beds, hesitated a moment then glanced at the other inmate. “Greetings. Which bed is yours?”
Lenny shrugged. “How about you take a guess, boy.”
Spock pointed at the bottom bunk. “That one.”
“Sho nuff.”
Spock nodded and set his bag, blanket and pillow on the upper bunk. “I will claim this one, then.”
Lenny’s grin faded. “Oh, now wait just a damned minute. That bunk is mine.”
“You said the bottom one was yours.”
“Yup. Both of ‘em are mine.”
“That is highly illogical. Both bunks cannot be yours.”
“I say they’re mine. Both of ‘em.” Lenny’s voice was but a whisper and sounding very menacing to Spock’s ears. “The only way y’all can sleep on one of my bunks, is if you earn the spot, Sweetheart. Renting the space, if you will.”
“You do not own these beds, they belong to the Atlanta State Penitentiary.” Spock placed the pillow at the head, then spread out his blanket. Spock began taking his toiletries out of his bag and setting his soap and shampoo and wash rag into a precise row onto the shelf.
Lenny reached over and flicked off Spock’s bar of soap and the bottle of shampoo. They landed on the cement floor with a clatter. “That’s my shelf, boy.”
Spock knelt down, picked them up and put them back. “It is not.”
“You want to use one of my shelves, you gotta earn it.” Lenny licked his lips again.
Spock leaned against the wall, folding his arms. “I see. And if that is truly the case, what do you wish for payment?”
“Oooh, now you asking what you can do for me, huh? I like that. Real obedient. We gonna get along just fine. Now.” Lenny scratched his temple then wiped away the sweat from his forehead. “I wonder. What can you do for me, right now?”
“Name your price. Then I will decide if it is worth it.”
“Fine. I’ll show ya.” Lenny unbuttoned his jumpsuit fly. His hand slid down his leg. He pulled out his penis, the thick organ growing hard in his grasp. “I want that pretty mouth on my cock.”
Spock looked away. “No.”
“No?” Lenny tucked himself back into his jumpsuit then moved back into Spock’s face, his blue eyes blazing in anger. “Listen, boy, I run this cell! You do as I say. I’m in this here penn doin’ all day and all night. You ain’t. That means you my bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch,” Spock declared.
“Huh. I was gonna be nice and let you sit on my bunk while you blow me. Now since you’ve hurt my feelings, now you’re gonna kneel down in front of me on this here cold tile floor. Right now.” Lenny snapped his fingers and pointed. “Git over here. Bitch.”
Spock arched an eyebrow and did not budge. “Make me.”
Lenny’s mouth twitched a moment before he was on Spock, quick as a flash, slamming him hard against the cold brick wall at the rear of the cell, Spock’s arms folded up behind him. “You a cocky son of bitch, ain’t ya,” Lenny hissed into Spock’s ear. “Real tough guy, huh. Well, listen, bitch, you best be kneeling down and sucking my dick soon as I release your mother fuckin’ ass.”
Spock struggled in Lenny’s grasp, unable to free himself. The other inmate, as evidenced by the massive muscles on his arms, possessed considerable upper body strength. “I believe you have presented quite a convincing argument.”
“So what are you fixin’ to do ‘bout it?”
“I suppose I have no choice but to fellate you.”
Lenny released him with a chuckle. “You swallow a dictionary or somethin’? Good boy. Now get on your knees and make Lenny happy.”
Spock knelt. Lenny pulled out his cock. Spock put the organ into his mouth. Running his tongue around the glans, taking it deep.
“Oh, that’s good. That’s real nice,” Lenny grunted out.
*
At dinner time they were let out of their cells and marched along with the other inmates from the three tiers into the mess hall. Spock sat down at the metal table. Lenny sat down next to him. Spock was about to consume his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when Lenny grabbed the sandwich out of his grasp.
“You don’t want this, do ya?” Lenny whispered.
Spock reached out and snatched his sandwich back. “I like peanut butter. I intend to eat it.”
“Then you gotta pay me later,” Lenny said.
“I will not,” Spock informed him.
Lenny chuckled. He shrugged and instead reached over to another inmate who’d sat down across from him, grabbing the inmate’s milk instead. That inmate did nothing.
“See?” Lenny hissed. “I run this shit. Gimme that cookie.” The inmate immediately passed it over to Lenny.
*
“Count!” the guards yelled out.
Lenny walked to the front of the cell, then turned to look at Spock. “Well, come on.”
“What is happening?”
“We gotta be counted, make sure we ain’t escaped.” Lenny laughed.
The guards grew close. “Shut up,” they yelled out.
“Make me, Hack!” But Lenny quieted.
The guards called out their numbers and walked on.
“You can relax now,” Lenny said to Spock.
“Is this ‘counting’ a common occurrence?”
“Three times daily. Hey, you a Yankee?” Lenny asked.
“Pardon? No, I am not. Whatever that means.”
“Y’sure now? You from Boston? You sound like it.”
“Negative.”
“Done swallowed a dictionary again, ain’t ya. Well, I s’pose with them pointy ears you ain’t a yankee. Me, I’m from right here in Jackson County. Busted for jaywalking, doing life thanks to the three strikes law. Ain’t hurt a fly and the damned judge throw me in here with murderers and shit.”
“Indeed,” Spock replied, unconvinced.
*
The bell rang. “Lights out!” a guard yelled. The main lights extinguished. Spock and Lenny were shrouded in darkness for a moment until there was the sound of Lenny switching on a smaller lamp.
“This cain’t stay on more than a few,” Lenny mumbled. Spock stood watching him undress. “Well, come on, boy, ‘lights out’ means hit the hay.”
Spock followed the other inmate’s lead: Removing his jumpsuit and climbing up the ladder into his upper bunk. There was no night clothing to be had, obviously they were expected to sleep in their prison issued ‘boxer style’ shorts. Spock kept his socks on, at least. He lay flat on his bunk, his scratchy blanket pulled up to his chin.
Lenny turned out the light. Spock heard the man crawl into his bunk.
A few moments went by before Lenny hissed: “Hey, boy.”
Spock feigned sleep and ignored him.
“Hey, boy,” Lenny whispered again. “I know you ain’t sleepin’ yet. Git down here and into my bunk.”
Spock sighed. “The bunk has a maximum capacity for one man and one man only.”
Lenny snickered. “Is that right? Huh. You better not make me come up to you. Get down here, bitch.”
“I will not. I am no one’s bitch.”
“I’m gonna hit you hard without any lube, you ain’t come down. Get your tight lil ass down here.”
After a moment, Spock got out of his bunk and obediently went down the ladder, then climbed into Lenny’s bunk. Lenny slid over to the wall to make room for him.
“This is not very comfortable,” Spock noted.
“Shhh! Ain’t supposed to be. Flip over onto your stomach.”
“No.”
Lenny grabbed hold of Spock’s waist and forcefully flipped him over. Spock felt hands pulling down his underwear, then fingers sliding into the crack of his buttocks. He tensed.
“It’s alright, Yankee,” Lenny whispered. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya, I got lube. Just relax.”
Spock’s arms were folded up in front of him on the pillow. His eyes were adjusted and he stared at them, then closed them as he felt a slick finger penetrate then prepare him. Soon the finger was replaced by the blunt head of Lenny’s penis, first gently breaching him, then shoving inside with a single movement.
“Goddammit, you’re so fucking tight,” Lenny breathed out.
*
Spock could see his own reflection in the warden’s mirror sunglasses, worn indoors. The ceiling fan whirled overhead. “So what brings to you my office, bright and early this morning, inmate 68421?” the warden asked.
Spock-- cuffs around his wrists-- managed to steeple his fingers. He moved a leg, adjusting his leg shackles. “I desire a cell reassignment, Warden.”
The warden looked at him a moment before bursting into laughter. “A cell reassignment? This ain’t the Love Boat, boy! You can’t get moved around on a whim!”
“This is a request that I do not make lightly. My cellmate--”
“Ah yes. Lenny the Lifer. He’s got a quite the reputation up around here.”
“I cannot share a tiny cell with him any longer. He expects sexual favors from me.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
“Everything. He has threatened to make me his bitch.”
The warden chuckled again. “And by the way you’re walking, sore ass, you already are.”
“I am not.”
“Bullshit.”
Spock sighed. “Are you willing to reassign me, Warden?”
“No. I haven’t witnessed anything untoward going on with your cellmate. And if I ain’t seen it, it ain’t happening. Y’hear?”
“Please,” Spock found himself begging the man, leaning forward in his seat. “You must help me.”
The warden flashed him a sympathetic smile. “Well now, Son, you didn’t hear this from me. The only way you can get yourself outta Gen-pop is if you...uh...shank somebody out in the yard, then you might get yourself thrown into Ad-Seg or Solitary, you sure you want that?”
“Violence is the answer?”
The warden shrugged. “I ain’t told you nothin’ ya hear? The punishment’s only temporary, you’d go right back into gen-pop and Lenny’s clutches once the sixty days are over with. You’d also get six months added to your sentence. Don’t kill anybody in here. I’ll personally throw the switch on you. You only in here for a few years before you’re paroled. Don’t screw it up, Son. My advice is for you to take what Lenny has to offer ya.”
“I see.”
“Maybe you should have thought about what might happen to you, once you got on the wrong side of the law,” the warden said. “Guard! Get this inmate outta here.”
*
A bell rang. Two long rings.
“Oooh!” Lenny immediately tore off his prison jumpsuit. “Shower time.” Lenny waggled his eyebrows and grinned as he removed his jumpsuit and underwear. “Gotta get all sparkly clean and pretty.”
Spock groaned inwardly. Somehow he did not relish having to bathe with his predatory cellmate.
Lenny waved at him impatiently. “Hurry up and git everything off before the guard catches you. We’re marched into the shower room with our towels and soap. Come on, Yankee, get the lead out.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “The lead?” He removed his jumpsuit, underwear and socks and stood, befuddled, nude in front of the other inmate. Lenny reached over and smacked him hard on the rear end, making a loud slap. “Stop,” Spock warned.
“Nice tight piece of ass.” Lenny threw him a towel. “Put that around your waist.”
They waited at the front of the cell until the guards let them out. “Single file!” the guards yelled out. “No fighting! No fucking!”
“Uh huh,” Lenny murmured back. They were marched into the shower room. There were wooden slats on the floor. Other inmates were already huddled under showers. Lenny looked for an available shower head. “That one. In the corner.”
“I will shower on the other side,” Spock told him and tried to move away.
Lenny grabbed his arm. “The hell you will.” As soon as Spock was underneath the warm shower spray, Lenny was behind him, soaping up his rectum and shoving into Spock. Spock placed his palms against the tile and waited for the inmate to finish.
*
Spock stood in the crowded exercise yard idly watching Lenny lift weights. Suddenly the man set them down, sat up on the bench and glanced over. “What the fuck? Somebody lookin’ at ya kinda funny.”
“What do you mean?” Spock asked him.
“I mean, Yankee, somebody thinkin’ they want some of that sweet ass of yours and you MY bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch--” Spock began but Lenny didn’t wait for him to finish before he was off the bench and striding across the yard, stalking over to the other inmate. “Wait!” Spock called, then tore off after him.
The guard glanced over rather lazily, eyeing Lenny advancing, then waited until he threw a punch to the inmate’s nose before grabbing the inmate’s arms. “He’s mine!” Lenny yelled out in the guard’s grasp. “You understand that? Mine!”
“Looks like yard time is over for Lenny here,” the guard said. They separated Lenny and the other inmate who appeared to now have a broken nose. The guards snapped some cuffs and leg shackles on Lenny, then marched him back to his cell. Spock followed behind. The other inmates in the yard went back to their activities.
Spock was stopped another guard. “Hold on there. Still got another half hour in the yard, boy.”
“I may be able to calm Lenny down,” Spock explained.
The guard nodded for him to go ahead.
Lenny could only move his feet so far with the shackles on, so Spock had to follow at a crawl. The inmate kept running his mouth, tossing out threats: “You just fucking wait...all y’all gonna have to mop up the blood and entrails, when I get done with him...he think he can eyefuck my bitch....”
“That a fact, Lenny?” one of the guards on either side of him murmured. “Get y’self into solitary for a shankin’, then you lose your bitch for sixty, surely.”
“Correction,” Spock said as he followed the procession. “I am no one’s bitch.”
“You shut your mouth, back there, boy,” the guard warned.
They reached the cell. Spock went inside and waited for the guards to un-cuff and unshackle Lenny then push him inside, the man still running his mouth. They slammed the bar doors shut. “Prison loaf for you tonight, Lenny.”
Lenny scowled. “Mother fucker.”
“Maybe you’ll think twice before fightin’.” The guards walked off.
“Prison loaf?” Spock asked Lenny.
“Uh huh.” Lenny walked to the rear of the cell, urinated in the toilet. “My punishment. I don’t get to eat in the mess hall tonight with y’all. I get the tasty prison mystery loaf to eat with my fingers in this here cell.”
“I see.”
Lenny flushed the toilet then washed his hands in the sink. Spock found that mildly amusing, a tough convict worried about germs, but never mind. He glared at Spock, said nothing, picked up a book and climbed up onto his bunk.
*
The dinner bell rang and the guards went from cell to cell opening the doors and letting out inmates. The guards approached Spock and Lenny’s cell and slid open the door. Lenny halted him with a hand on his sleeve. “Careful out there. You won’t have me to protect you against all those goddamn perv’s eyeing you up. Remember, you MY bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch,” Spock reminded him.
“Let’s go, boy!” the guard said to Spock.
*
Dinner in the mess hall was uneventful, however Spock did note several stares, several inmates licking their lips at him. He ignored them as he waited calmly for the return to cell bell.
When the bell rang Spock picked up his uneaten cookies and milk. He marched back to his cell with the other inmates. The guard opened it up, he walked in, the guard slid it shut and walked on.
Lenny was still on his bunk sitting cross legged, reading his book. Most of the prison loaf lay uneaten on the edge of the shelf. Spock set the cookie and milk in front of the other inmate. “Tonight is oatmeal raisin.”
Lenny looked up from his book, picked up the cookie and smiled. “You want some of that mystery loaf? But I warn ya, Yankee, it’s not fit for human consumption.”
“What a coincidence, I am only half.” Spock went over to the shelf, tasted a piece. He jerked his head back. “You were right. It is indeed awful.”
Lenny chuckled and took a bite of the cookie. “Told ya.”
*
At lights out, they climbed into their respective bunks.
Spock shivered in his underwear. He pulled his thin blanket up to his neck. Suddenly, he felt the vibration of feet climbing the ladder to his bunk. Lenny slid in next to him.
Spock sighed.
“Easy, Yankee,” Lenny whispered. “I don’t want any ass, tonight. It’s just...well it’s a mite cold, ain’t it. Thought we’d double up in the bunk for a few hours. Keep us both warm that way.”
“Logical.”
Lenny spread the blanket over the other one then snuggled up to Spock, laying his head on the Vulcan’s shoulder. “This alright?”
Spock shrugged. He stared up at the ceiling and waited for the other inmate’s breathing to slow. Lenny began to snore softly.
*
Spock tilted his head under the shower spray as Lenny pumped into him, testicles slapping against him, Lenny gripping his hips so tight that perhaps it might leave bruises.
Lenny gasped and Spock felt the man ejaculate inside of him. Spock glanced down and realized that he himself was erect. Lenny pulled out of Spock, spun him around, knelt down in front of him and took him into his mouth.
Surprised by this, Spock looked down and stared at Lenny’s mouth around his organ. Lenny met his eyes then resumed his activity. He gripped a hand around the base, stroked him as he sucked on the glans. Mesmerized by the sight and pushed closer to the edge by the tight wetness, Spock climaxed into the inmate’s mouth.
“Oooh, yeah!”
Spock and Lenny glanced over at the voice and noticed two inmates staring at them, nude and hands clamped around their own penises, furiously masturbating.
Lenny stood up and spat a wad of semen at the looky-loo’s. The inmates backed off and went away.
Lenny shook his head and went underneath the water to clean himself off.
*
Author: tprillahfiction
Fandom: ST TOS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Word count: 6,000 approx
Summary: New prison inmate Spock has to deal with the constant sexual advances of his tough cellmate.
Featuring: D/s, prison sex, shower sex, prison life
Warning: violence, some prison speak, consent issues, attempted rape, sexplay (consent issues)
Written for: Spiced Peaches 2016
CELLMATE
His footsteps reverberated on the cement floor as he was lead down the corridor. His hands cuffed in front of him, he clutched his blanket, pillow and bag of toiletries. He could hear the whirl of the overhead ceiling fan in the distance. The guard stopped him in front of cell 81A up on the third tier.
“Your new home,” the guard said as he put the key into the lock. The bars slid open with a clank. The guard removed Spock’s cuffs and shackles and pushed him inside the cell. “Meet your new cellmate: Lenny the lifer.”
Lenny the Lifer stood watching, arms folded, the man’s blue jumpsuit sleeves cut off and showing off an impressive amount of tattoos.
“Caught you a fish, Lenny,” the guard told the other inmate as he slid the bars shut then locked the door with his jangly keys.
Lenny smiled and drawled out: “Is that right?”
“Lenny, I do declare that is a new tattoo on you, friend,” the guard noted, pointing at what looked to be a caduceus.
“Do what now?” Lenny replied with an air of innocence.
“Now you know the ink ain’t allowed. Who’s the artist, Lenny?”
“Somehow, I cain’t remember the man’s name,” Lenny replied with another smirk, still eyeing the newbie and licking his lips, a stream of sweat falling down the side of his face from the oppressive Georgia heat.
“Uh huh,” the guard replied. “We’ll see about that. Might nigh be a right up on you. Well, you treat this boy right, he’s gonna be stayin’ with us a little while, you hear?”
“You got it, Screw,” Lenny assured him.
“Well alright, then.” The guard sauntered off.
Spock walked over to the bunk beds, hesitated a moment then glanced at the other inmate. “Greetings. Which bed is yours?”
Lenny shrugged. “How about you take a guess, boy.”
Spock pointed at the bottom bunk. “That one.”
“Sho nuff.”
Spock nodded and set his bag, blanket and pillow on the upper bunk. “I will claim this one, then.”
Lenny’s grin faded. “Oh, now wait just a damned minute. That bunk is mine.”
“You said the bottom one was yours.”
“Yup. Both of ‘em are mine.”
“That is highly illogical. Both bunks cannot be yours.”
“I say they’re mine. Both of ‘em.” Lenny’s voice was but a whisper and sounding very menacing to Spock’s ears. “The only way y’all can sleep on one of my bunks, is if you earn the spot, Sweetheart. Renting the space, if you will.”
“You do not own these beds, they belong to the Atlanta State Penitentiary.” Spock placed the pillow at the head, then spread out his blanket. Spock began taking his toiletries out of his bag and setting his soap and shampoo and wash rag into a precise row onto the shelf.
Lenny reached over and flicked off Spock’s bar of soap and the bottle of shampoo. They landed on the cement floor with a clatter. “That’s my shelf, boy.”
Spock knelt down, picked them up and put them back. “It is not.”
“You want to use one of my shelves, you gotta earn it.” Lenny licked his lips again.
Spock leaned against the wall, folding his arms. “I see. And if that is truly the case, what do you wish for payment?”
“Oooh, now you asking what you can do for me, huh? I like that. Real obedient. We gonna get along just fine. Now.” Lenny scratched his temple then wiped away the sweat from his forehead. “I wonder. What can you do for me, right now?”
“Name your price. Then I will decide if it is worth it.”
“Fine. I’ll show ya.” Lenny unbuttoned his jumpsuit fly. His hand slid down his leg. He pulled out his penis, the thick organ growing hard in his grasp. “I want that pretty mouth on my cock.”
Spock looked away. “No.”
“No?” Lenny tucked himself back into his jumpsuit then moved back into Spock’s face, his blue eyes blazing in anger. “Listen, boy, I run this cell! You do as I say. I’m in this here penn doin’ all day and all night. You ain’t. That means you my bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch,” Spock declared.
“Huh. I was gonna be nice and let you sit on my bunk while you blow me. Now since you’ve hurt my feelings, now you’re gonna kneel down in front of me on this here cold tile floor. Right now.” Lenny snapped his fingers and pointed. “Git over here. Bitch.”
Spock arched an eyebrow and did not budge. “Make me.”
Lenny’s mouth twitched a moment before he was on Spock, quick as a flash, slamming him hard against the cold brick wall at the rear of the cell, Spock’s arms folded up behind him. “You a cocky son of bitch, ain’t ya,” Lenny hissed into Spock’s ear. “Real tough guy, huh. Well, listen, bitch, you best be kneeling down and sucking my dick soon as I release your mother fuckin’ ass.”
Spock struggled in Lenny’s grasp, unable to free himself. The other inmate, as evidenced by the massive muscles on his arms, possessed considerable upper body strength. “I believe you have presented quite a convincing argument.”
“So what are you fixin’ to do ‘bout it?”
“I suppose I have no choice but to fellate you.”
Lenny released him with a chuckle. “You swallow a dictionary or somethin’? Good boy. Now get on your knees and make Lenny happy.”
Spock knelt. Lenny pulled out his cock. Spock put the organ into his mouth. Running his tongue around the glans, taking it deep.
“Oh, that’s good. That’s real nice,” Lenny grunted out.
*
At dinner time they were let out of their cells and marched along with the other inmates from the three tiers into the mess hall. Spock sat down at the metal table. Lenny sat down next to him. Spock was about to consume his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when Lenny grabbed the sandwich out of his grasp.
“You don’t want this, do ya?” Lenny whispered.
Spock reached out and snatched his sandwich back. “I like peanut butter. I intend to eat it.”
“Then you gotta pay me later,” Lenny said.
“I will not,” Spock informed him.
Lenny chuckled. He shrugged and instead reached over to another inmate who’d sat down across from him, grabbing the inmate’s milk instead. That inmate did nothing.
“See?” Lenny hissed. “I run this shit. Gimme that cookie.” The inmate immediately passed it over to Lenny.
*
“Count!” the guards yelled out.
Lenny walked to the front of the cell, then turned to look at Spock. “Well, come on.”
“What is happening?”
“We gotta be counted, make sure we ain’t escaped.” Lenny laughed.
The guards grew close. “Shut up,” they yelled out.
“Make me, Hack!” But Lenny quieted.
The guards called out their numbers and walked on.
“You can relax now,” Lenny said to Spock.
“Is this ‘counting’ a common occurrence?”
“Three times daily. Hey, you a Yankee?” Lenny asked.
“Pardon? No, I am not. Whatever that means.”
“Y’sure now? You from Boston? You sound like it.”
“Negative.”
“Done swallowed a dictionary again, ain’t ya. Well, I s’pose with them pointy ears you ain’t a yankee. Me, I’m from right here in Jackson County. Busted for jaywalking, doing life thanks to the three strikes law. Ain’t hurt a fly and the damned judge throw me in here with murderers and shit.”
“Indeed,” Spock replied, unconvinced.
*
The bell rang. “Lights out!” a guard yelled. The main lights extinguished. Spock and Lenny were shrouded in darkness for a moment until there was the sound of Lenny switching on a smaller lamp.
“This cain’t stay on more than a few,” Lenny mumbled. Spock stood watching him undress. “Well, come on, boy, ‘lights out’ means hit the hay.”
Spock followed the other inmate’s lead: Removing his jumpsuit and climbing up the ladder into his upper bunk. There was no night clothing to be had, obviously they were expected to sleep in their prison issued ‘boxer style’ shorts. Spock kept his socks on, at least. He lay flat on his bunk, his scratchy blanket pulled up to his chin.
Lenny turned out the light. Spock heard the man crawl into his bunk.
A few moments went by before Lenny hissed: “Hey, boy.”
Spock feigned sleep and ignored him.
“Hey, boy,” Lenny whispered again. “I know you ain’t sleepin’ yet. Git down here and into my bunk.”
Spock sighed. “The bunk has a maximum capacity for one man and one man only.”
Lenny snickered. “Is that right? Huh. You better not make me come up to you. Get down here, bitch.”
“I will not. I am no one’s bitch.”
“I’m gonna hit you hard without any lube, you ain’t come down. Get your tight lil ass down here.”
After a moment, Spock got out of his bunk and obediently went down the ladder, then climbed into Lenny’s bunk. Lenny slid over to the wall to make room for him.
“This is not very comfortable,” Spock noted.
“Shhh! Ain’t supposed to be. Flip over onto your stomach.”
“No.”
Lenny grabbed hold of Spock’s waist and forcefully flipped him over. Spock felt hands pulling down his underwear, then fingers sliding into the crack of his buttocks. He tensed.
“It’s alright, Yankee,” Lenny whispered. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya, I got lube. Just relax.”
Spock’s arms were folded up in front of him on the pillow. His eyes were adjusted and he stared at them, then closed them as he felt a slick finger penetrate then prepare him. Soon the finger was replaced by the blunt head of Lenny’s penis, first gently breaching him, then shoving inside with a single movement.
“Goddammit, you’re so fucking tight,” Lenny breathed out.
*
Spock could see his own reflection in the warden’s mirror sunglasses, worn indoors. The ceiling fan whirled overhead. “So what brings to you my office, bright and early this morning, inmate 68421?” the warden asked.
Spock-- cuffs around his wrists-- managed to steeple his fingers. He moved a leg, adjusting his leg shackles. “I desire a cell reassignment, Warden.”
The warden looked at him a moment before bursting into laughter. “A cell reassignment? This ain’t the Love Boat, boy! You can’t get moved around on a whim!”
“This is a request that I do not make lightly. My cellmate--”
“Ah yes. Lenny the Lifer. He’s got a quite the reputation up around here.”
“I cannot share a tiny cell with him any longer. He expects sexual favors from me.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
“Everything. He has threatened to make me his bitch.”
The warden chuckled again. “And by the way you’re walking, sore ass, you already are.”
“I am not.”
“Bullshit.”
Spock sighed. “Are you willing to reassign me, Warden?”
“No. I haven’t witnessed anything untoward going on with your cellmate. And if I ain’t seen it, it ain’t happening. Y’hear?”
“Please,” Spock found himself begging the man, leaning forward in his seat. “You must help me.”
The warden flashed him a sympathetic smile. “Well now, Son, you didn’t hear this from me. The only way you can get yourself outta Gen-pop is if you...uh...shank somebody out in the yard, then you might get yourself thrown into Ad-Seg or Solitary, you sure you want that?”
“Violence is the answer?”
The warden shrugged. “I ain’t told you nothin’ ya hear? The punishment’s only temporary, you’d go right back into gen-pop and Lenny’s clutches once the sixty days are over with. You’d also get six months added to your sentence. Don’t kill anybody in here. I’ll personally throw the switch on you. You only in here for a few years before you’re paroled. Don’t screw it up, Son. My advice is for you to take what Lenny has to offer ya.”
“I see.”
“Maybe you should have thought about what might happen to you, once you got on the wrong side of the law,” the warden said. “Guard! Get this inmate outta here.”
*
A bell rang. Two long rings.
“Oooh!” Lenny immediately tore off his prison jumpsuit. “Shower time.” Lenny waggled his eyebrows and grinned as he removed his jumpsuit and underwear. “Gotta get all sparkly clean and pretty.”
Spock groaned inwardly. Somehow he did not relish having to bathe with his predatory cellmate.
Lenny waved at him impatiently. “Hurry up and git everything off before the guard catches you. We’re marched into the shower room with our towels and soap. Come on, Yankee, get the lead out.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “The lead?” He removed his jumpsuit, underwear and socks and stood, befuddled, nude in front of the other inmate. Lenny reached over and smacked him hard on the rear end, making a loud slap. “Stop,” Spock warned.
“Nice tight piece of ass.” Lenny threw him a towel. “Put that around your waist.”
They waited at the front of the cell until the guards let them out. “Single file!” the guards yelled out. “No fighting! No fucking!”
“Uh huh,” Lenny murmured back. They were marched into the shower room. There were wooden slats on the floor. Other inmates were already huddled under showers. Lenny looked for an available shower head. “That one. In the corner.”
“I will shower on the other side,” Spock told him and tried to move away.
Lenny grabbed his arm. “The hell you will.” As soon as Spock was underneath the warm shower spray, Lenny was behind him, soaping up his rectum and shoving into Spock. Spock placed his palms against the tile and waited for the inmate to finish.
*
Spock stood in the crowded exercise yard idly watching Lenny lift weights. Suddenly the man set them down, sat up on the bench and glanced over. “What the fuck? Somebody lookin’ at ya kinda funny.”
“What do you mean?” Spock asked him.
“I mean, Yankee, somebody thinkin’ they want some of that sweet ass of yours and you MY bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch--” Spock began but Lenny didn’t wait for him to finish before he was off the bench and striding across the yard, stalking over to the other inmate. “Wait!” Spock called, then tore off after him.
The guard glanced over rather lazily, eyeing Lenny advancing, then waited until he threw a punch to the inmate’s nose before grabbing the inmate’s arms. “He’s mine!” Lenny yelled out in the guard’s grasp. “You understand that? Mine!”
“Looks like yard time is over for Lenny here,” the guard said. They separated Lenny and the other inmate who appeared to now have a broken nose. The guards snapped some cuffs and leg shackles on Lenny, then marched him back to his cell. Spock followed behind. The other inmates in the yard went back to their activities.
Spock was stopped another guard. “Hold on there. Still got another half hour in the yard, boy.”
“I may be able to calm Lenny down,” Spock explained.
The guard nodded for him to go ahead.
Lenny could only move his feet so far with the shackles on, so Spock had to follow at a crawl. The inmate kept running his mouth, tossing out threats: “You just fucking wait...all y’all gonna have to mop up the blood and entrails, when I get done with him...he think he can eyefuck my bitch....”
“That a fact, Lenny?” one of the guards on either side of him murmured. “Get y’self into solitary for a shankin’, then you lose your bitch for sixty, surely.”
“Correction,” Spock said as he followed the procession. “I am no one’s bitch.”
“You shut your mouth, back there, boy,” the guard warned.
They reached the cell. Spock went inside and waited for the guards to un-cuff and unshackle Lenny then push him inside, the man still running his mouth. They slammed the bar doors shut. “Prison loaf for you tonight, Lenny.”
Lenny scowled. “Mother fucker.”
“Maybe you’ll think twice before fightin’.” The guards walked off.
“Prison loaf?” Spock asked Lenny.
“Uh huh.” Lenny walked to the rear of the cell, urinated in the toilet. “My punishment. I don’t get to eat in the mess hall tonight with y’all. I get the tasty prison mystery loaf to eat with my fingers in this here cell.”
“I see.”
Lenny flushed the toilet then washed his hands in the sink. Spock found that mildly amusing, a tough convict worried about germs, but never mind. He glared at Spock, said nothing, picked up a book and climbed up onto his bunk.
*
The dinner bell rang and the guards went from cell to cell opening the doors and letting out inmates. The guards approached Spock and Lenny’s cell and slid open the door. Lenny halted him with a hand on his sleeve. “Careful out there. You won’t have me to protect you against all those goddamn perv’s eyeing you up. Remember, you MY bitch.”
“I am no one’s bitch,” Spock reminded him.
“Let’s go, boy!” the guard said to Spock.
*
Dinner in the mess hall was uneventful, however Spock did note several stares, several inmates licking their lips at him. He ignored them as he waited calmly for the return to cell bell.
When the bell rang Spock picked up his uneaten cookies and milk. He marched back to his cell with the other inmates. The guard opened it up, he walked in, the guard slid it shut and walked on.
Lenny was still on his bunk sitting cross legged, reading his book. Most of the prison loaf lay uneaten on the edge of the shelf. Spock set the cookie and milk in front of the other inmate. “Tonight is oatmeal raisin.”
Lenny looked up from his book, picked up the cookie and smiled. “You want some of that mystery loaf? But I warn ya, Yankee, it’s not fit for human consumption.”
“What a coincidence, I am only half.” Spock went over to the shelf, tasted a piece. He jerked his head back. “You were right. It is indeed awful.”
Lenny chuckled and took a bite of the cookie. “Told ya.”
*
At lights out, they climbed into their respective bunks.
Spock shivered in his underwear. He pulled his thin blanket up to his neck. Suddenly, he felt the vibration of feet climbing the ladder to his bunk. Lenny slid in next to him.
Spock sighed.
“Easy, Yankee,” Lenny whispered. “I don’t want any ass, tonight. It’s just...well it’s a mite cold, ain’t it. Thought we’d double up in the bunk for a few hours. Keep us both warm that way.”
“Logical.”
Lenny spread the blanket over the other one then snuggled up to Spock, laying his head on the Vulcan’s shoulder. “This alright?”
Spock shrugged. He stared up at the ceiling and waited for the other inmate’s breathing to slow. Lenny began to snore softly.
*
Spock tilted his head under the shower spray as Lenny pumped into him, testicles slapping against him, Lenny gripping his hips so tight that perhaps it might leave bruises.
Lenny gasped and Spock felt the man ejaculate inside of him. Spock glanced down and realized that he himself was erect. Lenny pulled out of Spock, spun him around, knelt down in front of him and took him into his mouth.
Surprised by this, Spock looked down and stared at Lenny’s mouth around his organ. Lenny met his eyes then resumed his activity. He gripped a hand around the base, stroked him as he sucked on the glans. Mesmerized by the sight and pushed closer to the edge by the tight wetness, Spock climaxed into the inmate’s mouth.
“Oooh, yeah!”
Spock and Lenny glanced over at the voice and noticed two inmates staring at them, nude and hands clamped around their own penises, furiously masturbating.
Lenny stood up and spat a wad of semen at the looky-loo’s. The inmates backed off and went away.
Lenny shook his head and went underneath the water to clean himself off.
*