Cellmate (Part II)
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
*
Lenny stood looking out of the tiny, barred window in the cell. He had two pairs of jumpsuit on, his blanket over his shoulders. “Look at that, Yankee. Snowin’ out there.”
Spock came up behind him to look out. “Indeed.”
“No wonder it’s so damned cold at night. Wish I was out there, playing in it. Making snow angels. Havin’ snowball fights.” Lenny sighed. He went to the shelf, but instead of taking anything off it it, he began scraping at the wall.
“What are you--?” Spock began.
“Shhh!” Lenny waved frantically. He worked for several moments, till part of the wall came away. Lenny motioned Spock over. “Thought I’d show ya my hiding place.” He set the ‘false wall’ down on the desk then dug his hand into the hollowed out crevice, bringing out a glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. He opened the lid and took a sip. “Mmmm. Delicious.”
“What is that?”
“This, Yankee, is your stereotypical prison hooch, right here. I’m not into recreational drugs or cigarettes or nothin‘ but I love my hooch. Once in awhile, at least. It’s a McCoy family recipe, goes way back.” Lenny held out the bottle to Spock. “Here. Try it.”
Spock took the bottle, held it under his nose to sniff it.
“Made from peaches,” Lenny explained. “Fermented peaches. Different than the typical nasty stuff you’ll see some folks swilling round here. Mine, they’d kill me for the recipe. I got the best around. Used to run a business in here, till I got bored.”
“You mean, busted.”
“That too. Something about sixty days in the hole, gets a man down. Discourages him. Now I just keep it for myself. Go on, try it. It’s good.”
Spock hesitated then took a sip. “It is,” he agreed. He had another, then another.
“Careful,” Lenny whispered with a chuckle. “Keeps you warm though, dudn’it.”
Spock nodded. He handed the bottle back to Lenny. Lenny took a long sip of the bottle, then placed it back into his hiding place. He used some hand soap to seal the fake wall again. “Good as new, huh?”
“LOCK DOWN!” a guard yelled out.
“Ahhh shit,” Lenny said.
“What is that?” Spock wondered.
“You’ll find out. This is how they remind us we’re only animals in a cage.”
The cell door slid open, two guards approached with cuffs and shackles. “Lock down.”
“I heard,” Lenny replied.
“Get your asses out of the cell, boys,” the guard demanded.
Lenny shrugged, walked forward. He was grabbed by the arms, cuffed. The blanket ripped off of his shoulders. Spock was yanked out of the cell, stood next to Lenny, then cuffed. The tier was swarming with guards.
“Relax, Yankee,” Lenny said out of the side of his mouth. “We don’t have nothin’.”
Spock raised an eyebrow.
The guard struck Lenny in the shoulder with a club. “Shut up.” Lenny grunted with the blow. The guard un-cuffed Lenny. “Pull down that jumpsuit and underwear and bend over.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Lenny did what was ordered and bent over. Lenny was re-cuffed. Spock raised an eyebrow as he watched the guard slip on a glove. Lenny began to grumble: “The hell you strip searchin’ me for? I ain’t--”
“I said, shut up,” the guard told him. The man lubed up a finger then slid it up Lenny’s rectum. Lenny’s eyes widened. Finally the guard pushed Lenny away. “He’s clear.”
“In here!” another guard yelled out. Spock glanced back and noticed the guard had found Lenny’s hiding place in the wall and was holding up the bottle of hooch. Lenny stared straight ahead, hands cuffed behind him, still nude. The guard brought the hooch to Lenny’s face. “Look what we found.”
Lenny shrugged. “Ain’t mine.”
The guard laughed. “The hell it ain’t.”
“Sarge!” another guard called out. “In here!” After a few moments, the guards brought out something else. A weapon. The guard held it up in front of Lenny’s face. “Well, looky here. Look what we found.”
Lenny stared at it, alarm on his features. “Shank?! That’s definitely not mine. Where the hell did you find that? I’m serious, that ain’t mine!”
“Bullshit, Lenny.”
“It ain’t mine!” Lenny yelled out. “It ain’t mine! I ain’t never hid a shank in my cell!” He looked over at Spock. “It’s not mine.”
“Well, maybe it’s your pretty little cellmate’s here,” the guard said. “Search him.” They un-cuffed Spock. “You know what to do, boy. Strip.”
Spock did so and bent over. The guard re-cuffed him, then donned another medical glove.
“Leave him alone!” Lenny said. “It ain’t his, either!”
Spock kept his breathing even as the guard performed the internal exam on him, sliding a gloved finger deep into his rectum.
“Nothin’ in this one,” the guard proclaimed and pulled off his glove. Spock stood up, met Lenny’s eyes.
“Well, Lenny,” the guard said. “If the weapon ain’t yours, we’ll assume it’s your cellmate here, so we reckon he’s spending sixty in Solitary Confignment.”
“Alright, it’s mine,” Lenny blurted out. “Leave him alone. It’s mine. He had nothing to do with it.” Lenny took a deep breath. “Leave him be. He ain’t done nothin’. It’s all me.”
“Sixty days in Ad-Seg, Lenny,” the guard told him. “Since you confessed.”
“That’s fine, I can handle sixty in there. Not like it’s sixty in the hole,” Lenny said.
“You keep talkin’ Lenny and it WILL be solitary for you. You lucky we feel sorry for ya.”
“You hacks can throw what you like at me, I don’t give a fuck.” The guard un-cuffed him just long enough to pull up his jumpsuit. He was then re-cuffed, leg shackles put on his legs. Before he was marched off, he looked at Spock. “Hey, Yankee. Be careful.”
Spock watched Lenny and the guards march off, before the remaining guard un-cuffed him and pushed him back into his cell.
*
It certainly was an uneventful night without Lenny the Lifer.
At the ‘lights up’ bell, Spock bathed in the sink then dressed in his jumpsuit.
The cell door opened and Spock marched with the other inmates to breakfast. He sat down with his tray of food across from an elderly inmate.
“Heard Lenny’s doin’ sixty in Ad-Seg,” the old man said, sipping his coffee.
Spock shrugged.
“Had to be planted,” the inmate added.
Spock ignored him and took a spoonful of oatmeal.
“Lenny’s a tough mother fucker, but he ain’t ever shanked anyone. Hacks had to have planted the weapon. He’s a good man. Hacks tryin’ to rattle him just a bit, don’t you think?”
“I think you talk too much,” Spock replied. He pushed his oatmeal over to the other inmate, who smiled gratefully and ate it. Spock glanced up and spotted a heavy set inmate watching him.
He glanced down at his feet. He suddenly noticed a bobby pin on the cement floor next to his sandals. Obviously someone’s dropped contraband. The object should be turned in to the guards. Spock looked around him. He made as if he was going to scratch at an itch at his ankle, then picked up the object, hiding it in the waistband of his jumpsuit.
*
Back in his cell, Spock removed his jumpsuit, sandals, underwear. He donned his towel. He fished out the bobby pin from his waistband, looked at it a moment, glanced over to see if anyone was observing him, then hid it on his person. He did not wish to divulge where.
The bell rang for showers. Spock fetched his soap and shampoo and washrag.
*
Spock closed his eyes as he stood under the spray, rinsing out the soap from his hair.
Suddenly he sensed somebody standing at his back. He turned his head. There were two inmates behind him, the afore mentioned heavy set one and another muscular man.
“Hey bitch,” the heavy set inmate breathed. “How about some of that sweet ass.”
There was a pair of hands pushing him to the tile wall, holding him there. The other inmate putting shampoo between his cheeks.
That is, until Spock nerve pinched both inmates and dropped them right where they stood.
Spock looked up and noted other inmates crowded around, watching, the men open mouthed and muttering: “How’d he do that?”
Two guards appeared. “What’s all the--” Their gaze fell to the unconscious inmates on the wet tile floor, water bombarding the bodies. The guard sighed. “Let’s go, boy. Into Ad-Seg.”
Spock shrugged and went with the guards.
*
Administrative Segregation or ‘Ad-Seg’ meant being locked up for twenty-three hours in a one man cell, with an hour of time in a fenced off yard for one. The inmate in Ad-Seg was not allowed to talk to any other inmates they might encounter. Prison loaf was dropped off twice a day, the morning and evening meal times, through the slot. Instead of bars there was a solid metal door. There were no showers, one washed up in the cold sink. There was no reading material, nothing to wile away the long hours of solitude.
Still it was better than Solitary Confignment, which was given the nick name: ‘The Hole’.
Spock spent the time meditating.
He blinked out of his trance when he heard the metal door being unlocked and opened. The guard entered, rolling his eyes at the sight of Spock sitting in lotus pose on his bunk. “Yard time, boy.”
Spock stood up and went with the guard. He entered the yards, each one cordoned off for each Ad-Seg inmate by metal fencing.
“One hour,” the guard told Spock. “No talkin’.”
Spock nodded. He made use of his yard time, jogging around the small perimeter, then performing an extended series of push ups and sit ups. When he finished he stood up and glanced over, noticed the other inmate standing close on the other side of the fence, staring at him. It was Lenny the Lifer. Spock raised an eyebrow at the man.
Lenny chuckled and shook his head.
The guard called out: “End of yard time!” Spock walked over to the gate.
*
At meal time Spock ate precisely three bites of the barely edible prison loaf then set it aside then sat back in lotus pose on his bunk.
At bed time the lights cut out. Spock reclined on the bunk and fell asleep.
*
Spock looked up when the door to his cell opened. “Yard time,” the guard said. Spock nodded.
*
Spock jogged around the perimeter of his tiny yard, then performed his push-ups and sit ups. When he finished he glanced up and noticed Lenny pressed against the fence, eyes following his every move. Lenny suddenly beckoned him over.
Spock glanced back to see where the guard was. The man was engaged in conversation with another guard. Spock moved over to the fence.
Lenny slipped an object through the gaps. Spock took it from him. Suddenly Lenny banged on the fence with both hands, the rattling sound alerting the guard.
“Hey, you two stop fighting!” the guard yelled out. Spock stepped back. “Yard time is over for you!” Spock walked over to the gate. Lenny did the same, giving Spock a sideways glance.
*
Spock waited a few moments after the cell door closed, the footsteps moved off. He sat in lotus pose on his bunk.
Finally he opened his hand to see the object that Lenny had given him. It appeared to be...paper...folded up. He unwrapped it. A note with an inscription: “Dear Yankee. I miss you. You wanna know how much? I’ll tell you...” The note, in cursive, went on to describe in graphic detail what Lenny would do to him and for him if they were in the same cell together: “Goddammit, Yankee, I can’t wait to fuck you so hard and cum inside you again and again.” It brought a blush to Spock’s face. At the bottom was a drawing, what appeared to be a depiction a heart, only it was not the typical romantic human style heart, it was a medical type drawing of a real Vulcan heart. Vena cava and all. Albeit, half of one.
At the bottom, fastened with cello-tape was a tiny sharpened pencil. Spock removed the pencil, turned over the paper to the blank side and crafted his response.
At the bottom he completed the heart drawing, this time depicting the human version of the medical sketch. He folded up the note and hid it in the waistband of his jumpsuit.
*
The next day in the tiny yard, Spock calmly jogged the perimeter, then performed his series of push ups and sit ups. He glanced over to see Lenny, close to the fence watching him. He looked back to ascertain where the guard was. When the man was engaged in conversation with another, he crept over to the fence. He passed the note back to Lenny, who took it, hid it in his waistband, then banged on the fence with both hands. It rattled and the guard glanced up from his donut.
“Now boy, you know when you get too close to him, he ain’t likin’ that too much,” the guard told Spock with a chuckle. “Yard time’s over with anyway.”
Spock raised his eyebrow at Lenny, then walked over to the gate.
*
Yard time. The next day. Spoke again performed his exercise routine. Suddenly inmate on the other side, began ranting and screaming. The guard who was watching Spock moved over to the next yard to assist the other two guards in corralling the inmate.
Spock went to the fence. Lenny already stood close, his face pressed against it. Spock put his fingers through the space. Lenny’s hand closed over them, his thumb rubbing against Spock’s skin. “Cost me a pretty penny to get ol Dave to put on that lil diversion for us,” Lenny whispered.
“That is for us?” Spock looked back over at the shrieking inmate who was currently being subdued then dragged off by five guards.
“Uh huh,” Lenny breathed out, still stroking Spock’s hand. “Goddammit your note is so fucking hot, I’ve been reading and re-reading it...been jacking off every hour on the hour...fuck Yankee...you writing porn...goddamn--”
“Hey you!” the guard shouted at Lenny. “Get away from the fence!” Spock jerked his hands away, moved back.
“Fuck you, Hack!” Lenny tossed back.
“Oh, is that right?” Suddenly the guard called out for more reinforcements. The guards surrounded Lenny. “Think it’s high time you went into Solitary for the remainder.”
Lenny began to struggle in the guards’ grasp, one man on each of his arms. “Solitary?! For what? I wasn’t doin’ nothin’! I wasn’t doin’ nothin’!” The guards forced Lenny’s arms behind his back, cuffing him and slapping leg shackles onto his ankles. “I wasn’t doin’ anything!” Lenny yelled out. “I wasn’t doin’ anythin’!”
Spock could hear Lenny’s distant shrieks bouncing off of the walls as they led the man to Solitary. There was much talk in Gen-pop about what happened to a prisoner in Solitary: Stripped totally nude. Beaten. Freezing cold room. No pillow or blanket. Fed every other day. Only a bucket for excrement. How much torture would Lenny be able to endure?
“Yard time is over with,” the guard said.
*
The evening meal of prison loaf and water was served through the slot. Spock took the loaf, set it uneaten on the built in metal desk.
He sat on his bunk in lotus pose and meditated until lights out. When the lights extinguished, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He stood up, pulled down his prison uniform, fished out the bobby pin.
He knelt down at the lock, stuck the bobby pin in, moved it around. This may not work, but still he kept at it. It was most definite that mind linking with one of the guards would also be ineffective, so he did not attempt it. Nor would it be fair. Finally he heard a click. Ah. Success. He opened the door to his cell.
He crept out into the darkened corridor, in his bare feet, keeping to the shadows. There was a guard on duty. He got behind the man. Placed his hand at the junction of neck and shoulder. The guard dropped, unconscious. He knelt down and fetched the man’s master keys.
He did not know where the solitary confignment cells were located, but it could be assumed it was in the same tower as Administrative Segregation.
After several minutes of searching, he found the Solitary block, in the basement. The cells were marked by number. He found the correct one. He slid the key into the lock. Opened the door.
The inmate inside was curled up on the bare bunk. Completely nude. The man’s arms wrapped around himself. Lenny the Lifer. Lenny craned his head around, then smiled. The man had a contusion under his eye. “Well now,” Lenny said in a weak voice. “If it ain’t my knight in shining armor.”
“We will not get far,” Spock whispered. “They will notice my absence.” He sat down on Lenny’s bunk.
Lenny pushed himself up with seemingly great effort, his penis flopping over as he did so. He nodded.
“Are you alright?” Spock inquired.
Lenny did not answer that but leaned over, pulled Spock to him by the back of the neck into a brutal, passionate kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Lenny managed: “Showers.”
Spock helped the man out of the bunk then lead the way out of the cell.
After a quick search in the tower, they discovered a shower stall on the third floor. And another guard. Spock made quick work of him. Lenny turned on the knobs, waiting for the water to heat up while Spock removed his prison jumpsuit and underpants.
Spock leaned over and picked up a discarded half full bottle of shower gel. He handed it over.
Lenny shook his head. “Uh uh, Yankee. You do me this time.”
Lenny stood, eyes closed, under the now hot stream of water, head tilted back, water running down his back, his hair, dripping into his face, falling down his neck, letting out a groan at its welcomed warmth. As soon as Spock ran his left hand down the man’s lower back and buttocks, Lenny’s breathing increased. Spock noted the physical signs of the man’s arousal.
Lenny turned, met his mouth, pulling Spock into the water spray. Spock felt the inmate’s blunt head of his erect cock brush against his stomach. Spock put his hand on Lenny’s waist and spun the man around. Spock put a measure of gel onto his fingers, soaping them up, penetrated the other man, preparing him.
“Hurry up and shove your cock in. Ain’t got all day,” came the hissed command in front. Spock soaped up his painfully erect penis, then entered the man.
“Oh, yes,” Lenny breathed out, tilting his head back onto Spock’s shoulder. Spock got all the way in, held onto his waist, began fucking him.
There was the sound of voices in the distance, easily ignored them until the voices grew loud, footsteps reveberating on the tiles. “There they are, nab ‘em!” a guard yelled out.
“Computer, pause characters,” Lenny ordered. The contingent of prison guards froze, hands held high, ready to seize them. Spock halted his thrusting, waiting to see what McCoy would do, perhaps the doctor would end the the holo-deck program entirely. “Oh, Spock, keep fucking me, sweetheart, please,” McCoy groaned out. “Goddammit, I’m so close, fuck me.”
“With the guards watching us?” Spock asked his beloved.
“With the guards watching us,” McCoy confirmed. Spock did as ordered. The doctor cried out with his orgasm. Spock, feeling McCoy’s body clench around him, soon followed.
“Oh, God, I love prison sex,” McCoy panted out.
Spock hid a smile as he leaned his head against his lover’s neck. They had all week to play in the holo-deck, thanks to leave due to needed repairs and retrofitting, so the odds were likely that they’d be return soon for yet another prison scenario.
__________
end
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
*
Lenny stood looking out of the tiny, barred window in the cell. He had two pairs of jumpsuit on, his blanket over his shoulders. “Look at that, Yankee. Snowin’ out there.”
Spock came up behind him to look out. “Indeed.”
“No wonder it’s so damned cold at night. Wish I was out there, playing in it. Making snow angels. Havin’ snowball fights.” Lenny sighed. He went to the shelf, but instead of taking anything off it it, he began scraping at the wall.
“What are you--?” Spock began.
“Shhh!” Lenny waved frantically. He worked for several moments, till part of the wall came away. Lenny motioned Spock over. “Thought I’d show ya my hiding place.” He set the ‘false wall’ down on the desk then dug his hand into the hollowed out crevice, bringing out a glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. He opened the lid and took a sip. “Mmmm. Delicious.”
“What is that?”
“This, Yankee, is your stereotypical prison hooch, right here. I’m not into recreational drugs or cigarettes or nothin‘ but I love my hooch. Once in awhile, at least. It’s a McCoy family recipe, goes way back.” Lenny held out the bottle to Spock. “Here. Try it.”
Spock took the bottle, held it under his nose to sniff it.
“Made from peaches,” Lenny explained. “Fermented peaches. Different than the typical nasty stuff you’ll see some folks swilling round here. Mine, they’d kill me for the recipe. I got the best around. Used to run a business in here, till I got bored.”
“You mean, busted.”
“That too. Something about sixty days in the hole, gets a man down. Discourages him. Now I just keep it for myself. Go on, try it. It’s good.”
Spock hesitated then took a sip. “It is,” he agreed. He had another, then another.
“Careful,” Lenny whispered with a chuckle. “Keeps you warm though, dudn’it.”
Spock nodded. He handed the bottle back to Lenny. Lenny took a long sip of the bottle, then placed it back into his hiding place. He used some hand soap to seal the fake wall again. “Good as new, huh?”
“LOCK DOWN!” a guard yelled out.
“Ahhh shit,” Lenny said.
“What is that?” Spock wondered.
“You’ll find out. This is how they remind us we’re only animals in a cage.”
The cell door slid open, two guards approached with cuffs and shackles. “Lock down.”
“I heard,” Lenny replied.
“Get your asses out of the cell, boys,” the guard demanded.
Lenny shrugged, walked forward. He was grabbed by the arms, cuffed. The blanket ripped off of his shoulders. Spock was yanked out of the cell, stood next to Lenny, then cuffed. The tier was swarming with guards.
“Relax, Yankee,” Lenny said out of the side of his mouth. “We don’t have nothin’.”
Spock raised an eyebrow.
The guard struck Lenny in the shoulder with a club. “Shut up.” Lenny grunted with the blow. The guard un-cuffed Lenny. “Pull down that jumpsuit and underwear and bend over.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Lenny did what was ordered and bent over. Lenny was re-cuffed. Spock raised an eyebrow as he watched the guard slip on a glove. Lenny began to grumble: “The hell you strip searchin’ me for? I ain’t--”
“I said, shut up,” the guard told him. The man lubed up a finger then slid it up Lenny’s rectum. Lenny’s eyes widened. Finally the guard pushed Lenny away. “He’s clear.”
“In here!” another guard yelled out. Spock glanced back and noticed the guard had found Lenny’s hiding place in the wall and was holding up the bottle of hooch. Lenny stared straight ahead, hands cuffed behind him, still nude. The guard brought the hooch to Lenny’s face. “Look what we found.”
Lenny shrugged. “Ain’t mine.”
The guard laughed. “The hell it ain’t.”
“Sarge!” another guard called out. “In here!” After a few moments, the guards brought out something else. A weapon. The guard held it up in front of Lenny’s face. “Well, looky here. Look what we found.”
Lenny stared at it, alarm on his features. “Shank?! That’s definitely not mine. Where the hell did you find that? I’m serious, that ain’t mine!”
“Bullshit, Lenny.”
“It ain’t mine!” Lenny yelled out. “It ain’t mine! I ain’t never hid a shank in my cell!” He looked over at Spock. “It’s not mine.”
“Well, maybe it’s your pretty little cellmate’s here,” the guard said. “Search him.” They un-cuffed Spock. “You know what to do, boy. Strip.”
Spock did so and bent over. The guard re-cuffed him, then donned another medical glove.
“Leave him alone!” Lenny said. “It ain’t his, either!”
Spock kept his breathing even as the guard performed the internal exam on him, sliding a gloved finger deep into his rectum.
“Nothin’ in this one,” the guard proclaimed and pulled off his glove. Spock stood up, met Lenny’s eyes.
“Well, Lenny,” the guard said. “If the weapon ain’t yours, we’ll assume it’s your cellmate here, so we reckon he’s spending sixty in Solitary Confignment.”
“Alright, it’s mine,” Lenny blurted out. “Leave him alone. It’s mine. He had nothing to do with it.” Lenny took a deep breath. “Leave him be. He ain’t done nothin’. It’s all me.”
“Sixty days in Ad-Seg, Lenny,” the guard told him. “Since you confessed.”
“That’s fine, I can handle sixty in there. Not like it’s sixty in the hole,” Lenny said.
“You keep talkin’ Lenny and it WILL be solitary for you. You lucky we feel sorry for ya.”
“You hacks can throw what you like at me, I don’t give a fuck.” The guard un-cuffed him just long enough to pull up his jumpsuit. He was then re-cuffed, leg shackles put on his legs. Before he was marched off, he looked at Spock. “Hey, Yankee. Be careful.”
Spock watched Lenny and the guards march off, before the remaining guard un-cuffed him and pushed him back into his cell.
*
It certainly was an uneventful night without Lenny the Lifer.
At the ‘lights up’ bell, Spock bathed in the sink then dressed in his jumpsuit.
The cell door opened and Spock marched with the other inmates to breakfast. He sat down with his tray of food across from an elderly inmate.
“Heard Lenny’s doin’ sixty in Ad-Seg,” the old man said, sipping his coffee.
Spock shrugged.
“Had to be planted,” the inmate added.
Spock ignored him and took a spoonful of oatmeal.
“Lenny’s a tough mother fucker, but he ain’t ever shanked anyone. Hacks had to have planted the weapon. He’s a good man. Hacks tryin’ to rattle him just a bit, don’t you think?”
“I think you talk too much,” Spock replied. He pushed his oatmeal over to the other inmate, who smiled gratefully and ate it. Spock glanced up and spotted a heavy set inmate watching him.
He glanced down at his feet. He suddenly noticed a bobby pin on the cement floor next to his sandals. Obviously someone’s dropped contraband. The object should be turned in to the guards. Spock looked around him. He made as if he was going to scratch at an itch at his ankle, then picked up the object, hiding it in the waistband of his jumpsuit.
*
Back in his cell, Spock removed his jumpsuit, sandals, underwear. He donned his towel. He fished out the bobby pin from his waistband, looked at it a moment, glanced over to see if anyone was observing him, then hid it on his person. He did not wish to divulge where.
The bell rang for showers. Spock fetched his soap and shampoo and washrag.
*
Spock closed his eyes as he stood under the spray, rinsing out the soap from his hair.
Suddenly he sensed somebody standing at his back. He turned his head. There were two inmates behind him, the afore mentioned heavy set one and another muscular man.
“Hey bitch,” the heavy set inmate breathed. “How about some of that sweet ass.”
There was a pair of hands pushing him to the tile wall, holding him there. The other inmate putting shampoo between his cheeks.
That is, until Spock nerve pinched both inmates and dropped them right where they stood.
Spock looked up and noted other inmates crowded around, watching, the men open mouthed and muttering: “How’d he do that?”
Two guards appeared. “What’s all the--” Their gaze fell to the unconscious inmates on the wet tile floor, water bombarding the bodies. The guard sighed. “Let’s go, boy. Into Ad-Seg.”
Spock shrugged and went with the guards.
*
Administrative Segregation or ‘Ad-Seg’ meant being locked up for twenty-three hours in a one man cell, with an hour of time in a fenced off yard for one. The inmate in Ad-Seg was not allowed to talk to any other inmates they might encounter. Prison loaf was dropped off twice a day, the morning and evening meal times, through the slot. Instead of bars there was a solid metal door. There were no showers, one washed up in the cold sink. There was no reading material, nothing to wile away the long hours of solitude.
Still it was better than Solitary Confignment, which was given the nick name: ‘The Hole’.
Spock spent the time meditating.
He blinked out of his trance when he heard the metal door being unlocked and opened. The guard entered, rolling his eyes at the sight of Spock sitting in lotus pose on his bunk. “Yard time, boy.”
Spock stood up and went with the guard. He entered the yards, each one cordoned off for each Ad-Seg inmate by metal fencing.
“One hour,” the guard told Spock. “No talkin’.”
Spock nodded. He made use of his yard time, jogging around the small perimeter, then performing an extended series of push ups and sit ups. When he finished he stood up and glanced over, noticed the other inmate standing close on the other side of the fence, staring at him. It was Lenny the Lifer. Spock raised an eyebrow at the man.
Lenny chuckled and shook his head.
The guard called out: “End of yard time!” Spock walked over to the gate.
*
At meal time Spock ate precisely three bites of the barely edible prison loaf then set it aside then sat back in lotus pose on his bunk.
At bed time the lights cut out. Spock reclined on the bunk and fell asleep.
*
Spock looked up when the door to his cell opened. “Yard time,” the guard said. Spock nodded.
*
Spock jogged around the perimeter of his tiny yard, then performed his push-ups and sit ups. When he finished he glanced up and noticed Lenny pressed against the fence, eyes following his every move. Lenny suddenly beckoned him over.
Spock glanced back to see where the guard was. The man was engaged in conversation with another guard. Spock moved over to the fence.
Lenny slipped an object through the gaps. Spock took it from him. Suddenly Lenny banged on the fence with both hands, the rattling sound alerting the guard.
“Hey, you two stop fighting!” the guard yelled out. Spock stepped back. “Yard time is over for you!” Spock walked over to the gate. Lenny did the same, giving Spock a sideways glance.
*
Spock waited a few moments after the cell door closed, the footsteps moved off. He sat in lotus pose on his bunk.
Finally he opened his hand to see the object that Lenny had given him. It appeared to be...paper...folded up. He unwrapped it. A note with an inscription: “Dear Yankee. I miss you. You wanna know how much? I’ll tell you...” The note, in cursive, went on to describe in graphic detail what Lenny would do to him and for him if they were in the same cell together: “Goddammit, Yankee, I can’t wait to fuck you so hard and cum inside you again and again.” It brought a blush to Spock’s face. At the bottom was a drawing, what appeared to be a depiction a heart, only it was not the typical romantic human style heart, it was a medical type drawing of a real Vulcan heart. Vena cava and all. Albeit, half of one.
At the bottom, fastened with cello-tape was a tiny sharpened pencil. Spock removed the pencil, turned over the paper to the blank side and crafted his response.
At the bottom he completed the heart drawing, this time depicting the human version of the medical sketch. He folded up the note and hid it in the waistband of his jumpsuit.
*
The next day in the tiny yard, Spock calmly jogged the perimeter, then performed his series of push ups and sit ups. He glanced over to see Lenny, close to the fence watching him. He looked back to ascertain where the guard was. When the man was engaged in conversation with another, he crept over to the fence. He passed the note back to Lenny, who took it, hid it in his waistband, then banged on the fence with both hands. It rattled and the guard glanced up from his donut.
“Now boy, you know when you get too close to him, he ain’t likin’ that too much,” the guard told Spock with a chuckle. “Yard time’s over with anyway.”
Spock raised his eyebrow at Lenny, then walked over to the gate.
*
Yard time. The next day. Spoke again performed his exercise routine. Suddenly inmate on the other side, began ranting and screaming. The guard who was watching Spock moved over to the next yard to assist the other two guards in corralling the inmate.
Spock went to the fence. Lenny already stood close, his face pressed against it. Spock put his fingers through the space. Lenny’s hand closed over them, his thumb rubbing against Spock’s skin. “Cost me a pretty penny to get ol Dave to put on that lil diversion for us,” Lenny whispered.
“That is for us?” Spock looked back over at the shrieking inmate who was currently being subdued then dragged off by five guards.
“Uh huh,” Lenny breathed out, still stroking Spock’s hand. “Goddammit your note is so fucking hot, I’ve been reading and re-reading it...been jacking off every hour on the hour...fuck Yankee...you writing porn...goddamn--”
“Hey you!” the guard shouted at Lenny. “Get away from the fence!” Spock jerked his hands away, moved back.
“Fuck you, Hack!” Lenny tossed back.
“Oh, is that right?” Suddenly the guard called out for more reinforcements. The guards surrounded Lenny. “Think it’s high time you went into Solitary for the remainder.”
Lenny began to struggle in the guards’ grasp, one man on each of his arms. “Solitary?! For what? I wasn’t doin’ nothin’! I wasn’t doin’ nothin’!” The guards forced Lenny’s arms behind his back, cuffing him and slapping leg shackles onto his ankles. “I wasn’t doin’ anything!” Lenny yelled out. “I wasn’t doin’ anythin’!”
Spock could hear Lenny’s distant shrieks bouncing off of the walls as they led the man to Solitary. There was much talk in Gen-pop about what happened to a prisoner in Solitary: Stripped totally nude. Beaten. Freezing cold room. No pillow or blanket. Fed every other day. Only a bucket for excrement. How much torture would Lenny be able to endure?
“Yard time is over with,” the guard said.
*
The evening meal of prison loaf and water was served through the slot. Spock took the loaf, set it uneaten on the built in metal desk.
He sat on his bunk in lotus pose and meditated until lights out. When the lights extinguished, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He stood up, pulled down his prison uniform, fished out the bobby pin.
He knelt down at the lock, stuck the bobby pin in, moved it around. This may not work, but still he kept at it. It was most definite that mind linking with one of the guards would also be ineffective, so he did not attempt it. Nor would it be fair. Finally he heard a click. Ah. Success. He opened the door to his cell.
He crept out into the darkened corridor, in his bare feet, keeping to the shadows. There was a guard on duty. He got behind the man. Placed his hand at the junction of neck and shoulder. The guard dropped, unconscious. He knelt down and fetched the man’s master keys.
He did not know where the solitary confignment cells were located, but it could be assumed it was in the same tower as Administrative Segregation.
After several minutes of searching, he found the Solitary block, in the basement. The cells were marked by number. He found the correct one. He slid the key into the lock. Opened the door.
The inmate inside was curled up on the bare bunk. Completely nude. The man’s arms wrapped around himself. Lenny the Lifer. Lenny craned his head around, then smiled. The man had a contusion under his eye. “Well now,” Lenny said in a weak voice. “If it ain’t my knight in shining armor.”
“We will not get far,” Spock whispered. “They will notice my absence.” He sat down on Lenny’s bunk.
Lenny pushed himself up with seemingly great effort, his penis flopping over as he did so. He nodded.
“Are you alright?” Spock inquired.
Lenny did not answer that but leaned over, pulled Spock to him by the back of the neck into a brutal, passionate kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Lenny managed: “Showers.”
Spock helped the man out of the bunk then lead the way out of the cell.
After a quick search in the tower, they discovered a shower stall on the third floor. And another guard. Spock made quick work of him. Lenny turned on the knobs, waiting for the water to heat up while Spock removed his prison jumpsuit and underpants.
Spock leaned over and picked up a discarded half full bottle of shower gel. He handed it over.
Lenny shook his head. “Uh uh, Yankee. You do me this time.”
Lenny stood, eyes closed, under the now hot stream of water, head tilted back, water running down his back, his hair, dripping into his face, falling down his neck, letting out a groan at its welcomed warmth. As soon as Spock ran his left hand down the man’s lower back and buttocks, Lenny’s breathing increased. Spock noted the physical signs of the man’s arousal.
Lenny turned, met his mouth, pulling Spock into the water spray. Spock felt the inmate’s blunt head of his erect cock brush against his stomach. Spock put his hand on Lenny’s waist and spun the man around. Spock put a measure of gel onto his fingers, soaping them up, penetrated the other man, preparing him.
“Hurry up and shove your cock in. Ain’t got all day,” came the hissed command in front. Spock soaped up his painfully erect penis, then entered the man.
“Oh, yes,” Lenny breathed out, tilting his head back onto Spock’s shoulder. Spock got all the way in, held onto his waist, began fucking him.
There was the sound of voices in the distance, easily ignored them until the voices grew loud, footsteps reveberating on the tiles. “There they are, nab ‘em!” a guard yelled out.
“Computer, pause characters,” Lenny ordered. The contingent of prison guards froze, hands held high, ready to seize them. Spock halted his thrusting, waiting to see what McCoy would do, perhaps the doctor would end the the holo-deck program entirely. “Oh, Spock, keep fucking me, sweetheart, please,” McCoy groaned out. “Goddammit, I’m so close, fuck me.”
“With the guards watching us?” Spock asked his beloved.
“With the guards watching us,” McCoy confirmed. Spock did as ordered. The doctor cried out with his orgasm. Spock, feeling McCoy’s body clench around him, soon followed.
“Oh, God, I love prison sex,” McCoy panted out.
Spock hid a smile as he leaned his head against his lover’s neck. They had all week to play in the holo-deck, thanks to leave due to needed repairs and retrofitting, so the odds were likely that they’d be return soon for yet another prison scenario.
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