Cole

Part 1: The Champion

Five years and seven months... the sentencing for twenty-three-year-old Cole Taylor as decided by Judge Allen Spears. Being taken away, Cole was allowed to briefly hug his mother and sisters, all of who were devastated by the outcome of the trial. Sounds of weeping and crying echoed throughout the courtroom as Cole was taken in handcuffs.

Cole is a young man with a tragic background. His father had passed away from cancer when he was five years old, leaving Cole and his older sisters in the care of their mother, Margaret, who barely sustained the family with years of working two jobs. Eventually, Margaret remarried, this time to a wealthy businessman, George. The marriage was anything but beneficial; emotionally, mentally, and certainly physically, Cole's would-be stepfather was highly abusive in the family, especially in his drunken episodes.

After Margaret was permanently injured from a domestic assault from this marriage, she did not press charges, but finally decided to divorce George. However, the Taylor family was not free from his tyranny as the latter successfully sued Margaret for spousal support. It was suspected that the decision in George's favor was the result of his affiliation with certain people, including law enforcement.

Figuratively and literally, Cole wanted payback for his family. One night, with assistance from a group of friends, Cole managed to break into George's house and steal numerous valuables. Not satisfied by simply taking material gains, however, Cole attacked his unsuspecting former stepfather, leaving George with severe injuries that he would eventually recover from. After a criminal investigation, Cole was caught and arrested, hence his conviction for premeditated assault and robbery. So begins the story...

Cole was transported via a prison bus to serve time at the Goldstone Penitentiary in Massachusetts. After arriving at the prison complex, outside were a handful of prison guards, a few of them armed with rifles. Handcuffed and chained at the wrist, Cole slowly exited the vehicle before marveling at his new “home”. He entered the doors of Goldstone for the first time, and immediately heard chants: “Fresh Meat! Fresh Meat!”. Goldstone was a fairly large penitentiary, but it certainly did not compensate for much of its interiors. Although the place was secure, parts of the facility looked old and rundown with noticeable mold in the walls.

After checking in, Cole was provided the basic essentials for his stay before being escorted to his jail cell. When walking through the halls of the complex, he noticed wolf whistles aimed at him. Cole's looks were certainly captivating; a handsome fresh-faced young man with alluring hazel eyes. Cole chose to ignore the “whistling asshole”, and focused only on the guard guiding him to his cell. After settling in, he lay on his new bed and stared at the ceiling before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, it was time for breakfast. A guard had awoken Cole, warning him to “get up or miss out on chow time”. Cole went into the cafeteria, located at the building identified as “Area B” for the prison complex, and found the place to be swamped with other inmates. Although he'd preferred to isolate himself and be alone in his own space, not to mention at all times, this was obviously impossible. Still, he sat quietly among a number of men at the table, having a bowl of cereal with a side of toast. A larger man took a seat to Cole's left; the man's eyes were firmly locked on Cole. Like Cole, the big man was also a Caucasian male, however, he was clearly older, perhaps in his late forty's, bald with brown eyes, and sporting a long beard. He also had numerous piercings along both of his ears, one on his nose, and despite wearing his jumpsuit, it was easy to tell that he was covered in tattoos. The bigger man seemed to have an unappealing brown and yellow smile as he continued to stare at Cole licking his lips, much to the latter's annoyance. Yet, Cole remained entirely calm; continuing to somewhat savor his first meal of the day and his first meal ever at Goldstone. As for the big man, he spoke in a country accent...

??: Name's Bob. What's your name, sugar?

Cole: Fuck off.

Bob: Oh, shit! We got ourselves a feisty one, gentleman.

Cole: You've got no idea.

Bob: Oh, really? **flips over Cole's breakfast tray** It seems like I need to teach you some manners, huh, boy?

Cole calmly wiped off the traces of spilled milk and cereal on his jumpsuit before looking into the eyes of his first aggressor at Goldstone. In what seemed like a flash, Cole headbutted Bob squarely across the face, damaging the latter's now bloody nose. As Bob was now on the floor, writhing in pain, his “buddies” commenced lunging at Cole. But Cole was more than prepared. Within seconds, Bob's friends were incapacitated; rendered unconscious from the swift swings of Cole's fist. Cole was forcibly taken out of the cafeteria by two patrolling guards. As he was being escorted out of the area, other inmates who witnessed the spectacle cheered for Cole.

Three days after the incident, Cole was informed that he had a visitor. Accompanied by a guard to the non-contact booth, he was greeted by the hand waves of his long-time girlfriend, Heather. Upon seeing her, it was the first time in weeks that Cole smiled. He sat at the window in front of his girl and not relinquishing his smile, picked up the phone with his left hand while placing his right palm on the window with Heather doing the same; it was as close as they could get for physical contact.

Cole: Hey, Baby.

Heather: Hey.

Cole: How you been?

Heather: It's-- It's been rough.

Cole: Yeah, it has. I'm so sorry.

Heather: I know.

Cole: Look, babe... I know this looks bad, but I know I can get early parole. After that, I'm gonna do all I can to get a job, look for a place, so we can start...

Heather: Cole, wait. I've got something to tell you... I'm pregnant.

Cole: Wow. I-- wow.

Heather: I'm ten weeks in.

Cole: That's-- ten weeks? We haven't had sex in... wait a minute...

Heather:... I'm sorry.

Cole: … Seriously? Someone else?

Heather: Cole, honestly, I can't take five years of my life waiting for you.

Cole: …I see. It was hardly a month, and you couldn't wait to open your legs for someone else.

Heather: Cole...

Cole: Get out. Have a nice fucking life.

Heather: Cole, wait!

Cole immediately exited the visiting booth while a nearby guard helped calm a now crying and devastated Heather. The day after, during recess, Cole managed to have some alone time while having a smoke. However, he was approached by an inmate who was carrying a pack of cigarettes. He was indeed a tall young man, who, like Cole, looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. He sported short brunette hair with dark blue eyes. Cole had no intentions of conversing with him and as usual, preferred to be alone especially after breaking up with his girlfriend.

??: **Offering a pack of Newports** Smokes?

Cole: No, thanks. I'm good.

??: Personal space... I get it. I'll leave it to you. One needs to clear their head after a breakup.

Cole: Excuse me?

??: Yeah, your breakup...

Cole: How the hell do you know about that?

??: Word gets around. I'm Matt by the way. Let's talk later.

The following evening, Cole was relaxing inside his cell, on his bed, reading from a book he had borrowed from the penitentiary library. He was lost in his reading until he was interrupted by a tap at his cell door.

Matt: Knock Knock.

Cole: **sits up** What is it now?

Matt: I'm not gonna beat around the bush, so I'll just go ahead and get to it. I saw what you did to those guys a few days ago in the cafeteria... you've got potential.

Cole: Potential?

Matt: Yeah. Let's face it, five years is a long time, man. A guy like you should live as comfortably as possible...

Cole: You seem to know a lot, don't you?

Matt: Absolutely.

Cole: So, what do you want from me?

Matt: I'm glad you asked. You see, a select number of inmates, prison officials, and myself... we tend to have this... competition; good ole fashion boxing. Don't get me wrong, we don't really force inmates to do what they don't want to do, but as far as participants who can hold their own... there are benefits.

Cole: Benefits?

Matt: Oh yeah! Savory food snuck into the prison by the guards for your enjoyment, being paid actual bucks, making sure all your needs are met, and most importantly, being respected at all times. The VIP experience of Goldstone.... daily.

Cole: Sounds.... like nothing but bullshit to me. Get out of here.

Matt: Fine. But I know you want to get out of here as soon as possible. I've got the connections to make sure that certain people here can put in a good word for you when it comes to early release. Think about it.

The following Saturday night, at 2 am, all inmates were locked inside their cells, leading to a peaceful night's sleep. But rest would not come easy for Cole as he had awoken to strange sounds emitting outside from his cell window. “What the fuck?” he muttered to himself, begrudgingly getting out of bed. He walked over to his cell window, having the means to click open its small rectangular frame with a clear view of the outside. Shockingly, two males engaged in oral sex. He recognized one of them: Officer Dennis Mason - the same prison guard who first escorted Cole to his cell on the first night of incarceration. The other one, however, was someone he had never seen before; he was also an inmate who looked younger, even younger than Cole.

The prison lighting highlighted the scene; Officer Mason... leaning back-first against the wall of the building. The guard's pants and underwear were folded at his ankles, while his erection tended to by the mouth of the mysterious inmate.

Officer Mason: Yeah, that's it. Good boy. Let me see that ass... take all of it off.

As the young inmate stripped down as instructed, Officer Mason looked up and discovered he was being watched by Cole. In response, the prison guard smirked and winked at Cole, who slammed shut his window before going back to bed. Cole would not be able to sleep for the remainder of the night.

Two months after his sentence, life behind bars was proving to be a bigger challenge than expected. Cole was as tough as they come, as other inmates would learn this, but he knew that with every fight came more and more enemies. The level of hostility continued to grow. He knew it would be a matter of time before a slew of inmates decide to take him on. This was enough to put him on edge. Being left in peace was certainly not an option.

On a Monday afternoon, during recess, Cole was once again approached by Matt; someone whom Cole had not scene for over a month since the latter's “offer”.

Matt: Hey! Been looking for you. It's been a while.

Cole:...

Matt: **laughs** Still the strong, silent one, huh? I'm sure you know by now that you've got a bullseye on your back.

Cole: I've noticed.

Matt: You're a badass, I get that. But those piles of fuckers really want to lay into you. I can help you.

Cole: I don't need help... or protection if that's what you're suggesting.

Matt: I'm not talking about just protection, I'm talking about respect. Someone like you needs to be respected.

Cole: Ha. Like I need respect from those idiots?

Matt: Let's put it this way... you want to work your way toward early parole, right? I can help you with that, too. You don't have to deal with this alone, man.

Cole:...

Matt: I'll let you think about it one more time.

As Matt prepared to leave the court...

Cole: Hold on. What do I have to do?

Matt: Come with me.

Cole: Where are we going?

Matt: To the man who runs things...

Escorted by Officer Mason, Cole, along with Matt, was taken to the Warden's Office. Cole had only seen Warden Joseph Parsley once since arriving at Goldstone. Cole and Matt were greeted by the Warden himself upon arriving at his office. It started out with cheerful pleasantries until the Warden made a highly unusual request for Cole to remove the upper part of his prison jumpsuit along with his tank top. Cole reluctantly complied. Warden Parsley then instructed him to stay still with both hands behind his back and feet spread apart, which Cole did without question.

Warden: Not bad.

Matt: I'm not sure if you know, but this is the guy who took down Bob and his guys.

Warden: Huh. Really? Bob's like what... 320lbs? Rich and Moe are not exactly petite themselves. So what's your deal? A boxer?

Cole: Kickboxing, sir. For nine years.

Warden: Very nice. I take it Matthew told you about the ring.

Cole: He mentioned “competition”. That's all.

Warden: Right. We have a hidden boxing ring in the basement level of Area D. It's simple: you're provided with boxing gloves and protective gear while bets are placed, you and your opponent duke it out, and only one wins by knockout or if your opponent gives up.

Cole: This is a jail. This can't be legal.

Warden: Hmm. Let me briefly explain this to you, son. Goldstone may be operating on government standards, but... it's really a family business... my family business. You're looking at the third-generation Warden of Goldstone Penitentiary. I'm the law here, son. Now, are you in, or are you out?

Cole... I'm in.

Warden: Good! But I should let you know right now, my boy. Not a word of this reaches outside this facility. Trust me when I say that I'll have a way of knowing. Other than that, I suggest you get ready; your debut is tomorrow, Friday Night.

“Prison Area D”... the section of Goldstone that secret houses illegal boxing operations involving inmates. Only a select number of prisoners and guards know about the would-be “boxing ring” while all others remain oblivious. As he looked into his mirror mounted above the sink in his cell, Cole could only think of one question in his head: “What the fuck did I just get myself into?”. He then heard a tap at his cell door. “It's time,” said Officer Mason. Cole's heart was pacing as he drew closer to Area D. He was taken to the aforementioned basement, but it was not a typical basement. It was like seeing the interiors of an abandoned factory. In the very center, was the make-shift “boxing ring”. Officer Mason took Cole to his locker and provided him with boxing attire along with his gloves and protective gear which comes standard in typical boxing matches. Within minutes, he began to hear chattering outside his locker room, signaling that the “crowd” has arrived, attending the event.

Settling into his gear, Cole was met by Warden Parsley. “You're up,” he said in simplicity. Cole went against the “reigning champ” who went by the alias “Stinger”, known for his deeply stinging punches. He was an imposing man of Russian descent; 6'0, close to 300lbs, serving time for drug smuggling. As the two opponents met, “Stinger” was not too impressed with Cole's stature. The former, along with all other attendants, with the exception of the Warden and Matt, laughed. In his deep Russian accent, the Stinger remarked...

Stinger: I'll try not to mess up that pretty face too much, boy. I want it nice, smooth, and intact when you end up sucking my cock.

Warden: Enough. Alright, gentleman, you've all placed your bets...…. I want a nice clean match. Begin!

The Stinger was indeed bigger and stronger, but certainly not faster. Cole dodged each strike from his opponent, wowing the nearby crowd, and easily winning the match by knockout. Warden Parsley raised Cole's arm in victory with chants thundering from the inmates and guards present: “Cole! Cole! Cole! Cole!”.

The next morning, Cole was awakened by the Warden and Officer Mason. The Warden informed Cole that he was being relocated, and instructed the latter to come with him. Cole did so with the Warden personally escorting him back to Area D. After arriving, Warden Parsley brought Cole to a cell he had never seen before. This was certainly no ordinary cell, as Cole was about to find out. It was a typical cell for the most part, but with a thirty-two-inch HD television screen mounted on the wall. There was an even bigger surprise in store for Cole. The cell did not have any windows, but there was a second door located on the other side of the cell. Cole could not believe his eyes when he saw that it lead to the outside area; a fenced space enforced with brick walls, complete with numerous pieces of gym equipment.

Cole: This can't be for me.

Warden: It is, my boy. In the past, we used this part of the facility as isolation, but we have other places for that, now. Matthew told me you tend to have your constant “me” time. Well, no one's gonna bother you here. As long as you participate in our... activities, this is all yours until your release. Officer Mason will bring the remainder of your things. Congratulations... champ.

Cole adjusted into his upgraded cell. Laying on an even more comfortable bed, he watched his new television for a few hours before using his new “personalized gym” for the first time. After showering, he was later visited by Matt, holding a “thank you” plastic bag.

Matt: Hey Champ! Look what I got... straight from Ching's Chinese Cuisine... steak and cheese with fries and a bottle of coke.

Cole: Fuckin A!

Matt: That's right man! Told you you'd be well taken care of. You don't know have to worry about the other inmates anymore... save for whoever your opponent is in the ring.

Cole: Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Matt: My pleasure, man! Congratulations. You know, part of your benefits is making sure you're taken care of in all areas. And uh...…..that includes some..... satisfaction.

Cole: Satisfaction?

Matt: You know.... **thrusting hips back and forth**

Cole: Oh. So what, you tend to sneak females in here? Or maybe female prison guards...

Matt: Actually, no. There are not many people we can invite into the fold without word getting out. Females are not an option at the moment.

Cole:...… You're joking.

Matt: Again... Not a lot of options, man.

Cole: **scoffs** Fuck that.

Matt: So, you're just gonna settle for jerking off for the next few years? Come on. You're young, getting more jacked with each workout... those hormones gotta be through the roof.

Cole: No matter how much sex I want, I'm not a fag. So, no dice.

Matt: Fine. Per usual, suit yourself. I am instructed by the Warden to make sure all your needs are met, so, when it comes to getting some...

Cole: You know, it's been months since I got any. My girl left me for someone else, and my dick drools every day when I wake up. Yeah... I wanna fuck... but never with a guy. If you can sneak a female here and there, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Matt:.... I'll see what I can do.

As the months went by, Cole's routine was the same: reading, working out, practicing, watching television, and fighting in the ring. The matches were held twice a week on a Friday night, and Cole remained undefeated. Everything Cole was receiving was everything that Matt said: money, food that was far more decent than what was served in the cafeteria and being respected at all times; certain inmates, prison guards, and even the Warden would see to this.

Summer was in full swing, and a news-worthy heat wave swept Massachusetts. Cole had taken a shower before heading back to his cell. With the outside of his cell having a clear view of the skies, he sat at his bench, his towel around his waist, admiring the stars; feeling a strong sense of calmness he had not experienced in such a long time. It never occurred to him that his feeling would ever happen inside a prison. His moment was interrupted by a regular presence, however...

Matt: Evening, champ. As promised: onion rings and a chocolate milkshake.

Cole: Thanks again. But... there's still that one promise I'm waiting for.

Matt: **sighs** No such luck, my dude.

Cole: I guess some promises you just can't keep.

Matt:...….I'll tell you what; I have to discuss this with the Warden and maybe some other guards, but... once you retain your title this Friday night, you get pussy. Guaranteed.

Cole: Guaranteed, huh?

Matt: That's right. Deal? **extends hand**

Cole: Deal. **shakes Matt's hand**

Friday night, and another victory against the “Stinger”, thus Cole was still champion. Cole high-fived a number of participating inmates and guards all of whom congratulated him on another “job well done” including the Stinger; mutual respect had developed between the two. As everyone was leaving the small “arena”, Cole saw Matt conversing with Officer Mason. Before going to his locker room to change, Cole approached him.

Matt: **to Officer Mason** Hey, um, let's discuss this later. There he is! How are you feeling, champ?

Cole: Good...…. **grabbing his crouch** and horny.

Matt: **laughs**Reminding me already, huh?

Cole: A deals a deal, man.

Matt: I got it worked out with the Warden. It's only a matter of time now.

Cole: Perfect. Remember.... a girl not a guy.

Matt: Of course.

To wrap up the night, Cole worked out for another hour in his “private gym” before using the prison showers and tucking in. With only a fan to cool him down from an oppressively hot summer night, Cole had taken to sleep only in his boxers. As it's standard procedure, prison cell doors are locked after all inmates are successfully tucked in their cells. This was certainly the case with Cole's specially-made cell. On this night, however, he noticed that his cell had yet to be locked for the night, but thought nothing of it, and proceeded to get some sleep after another tiring evening. As he was deep into his slumber, his cell door clicked, but it was not because of the lockdown.

Without warning, Cole woke up to two men pulling him out of bed. Both men had grabbed Cole by each of his arms. In a quick maneuver, the two men managed to pin Cole on the floor using their body weight as leverage; both using their arms to restrain each of Cole's arms while using their strong legs to hold each of Cole's legs. Barely able to move, Cole threateningly demanded both men release him, but to no avail. More men arrived during the conflict: Matt, Officer Mason, and two more inmates.

Cole: What the fuck is going on?!

Matt: Relax, man. I'm just fulfilling my end of the deal. You know.... bow chica wow wow. Let's get you more comfortable. Gentleman... his underwear.

More struggle ensued as the additional inmates quickly rushed into the cell, ripping off Cole's boxers. Escape seemed hopeless.

Matt: Whoa!

Officer Mason: Jesus Christ!

Matt: Uh, champ..... you are gifted; look at that DICK!

Cole: Get the fuck off of me!!

Matt: What do you think, Dennis?

Officer Mason: That is most definitely a big dick. But with his leg spread, there seems to be a hint of a nice.... pink.... hole.

Cole: I swear to god, consider your next move very carefully. Better yet, quit this now and I just might forget this.

Matt: Just relax, man. You said it yourself: a deal's a deal..... hmm. Damn, that's a big dick. **whistles** get in here.

Appearing in the doorway of his cell is another familiar individual, but someone whom Cole had not seen in months. It was the same young inmate who Cole witnessed “servicing” Officer Mason right outside his cell window. Cole never knew who he was. This young prisoner had a shorter stature than most at Goldstone: sporting short blonde hair with blue eyes.... the ideal image of one that would be called a “twink”. The young man walked in completely naked, much to Cole's revulsion and confusion.

Cole: What the fuck is this?

Matt: Well, uh.... meet your date.

Cole: I told you that I'm not a faggot. Let me go!

Matt: And... break our deal?

Cole: I told you... no dudes. That was part of the deal.

Matt: Actually, we shook hands on you getting pussy. Now, I did say “of course” when you said “no dudes”, but a handshake is much more meaningful in a binding agreement. Don't get me wrong, I'd try to sneak in some good pussy for you, but no such luck. So, we're gonna have to settle on some, uh... “boy pussy” instead.

Cole: I'm telling you, don't do--

Matt: One way or another, I'm fulfilling my part of the bargain. Besides, he's clean in every respect. We got him nice and prepped for you.

Officer Mason: And take it from me. This boy's got skills.

Matt: Oh, but wait, you two haven't really met yet, have you? Well then, Cole Taylor, meet Justin Wilford. Serving three years for burglary. Like Officer Mason said... he has the skills to satisfy some good dick. That said, let's get this party started.

Cole: No! No!

The two men restraining Cole used their legs to spread the latter's legs apart allowing Justin to kneel in between them. Despite Cole's ongoing protest, Justin proceeded to perform oral on the “champion”. Cole tilted his head back as his shocked expression could be seen or even felt a mile away. Several minutes into this forced tryst, Cole still remained powerless to do anything about his situation, but could not deny that Justin indeed had skills. And there was no denying the evidence, either. To the astonishment of everyone else, they saw the erection of the “champion”: all nine inches of it, cut. “Amazing”, Matt muttered to himself. Even the men who continued to hold down Cole were impressed.

Justin would proceed to escalate things on his own accord by mounting Cole from a “cowgirl” angle. Cole was still in a state of resistance.

Cole: No more. Please.

Justin: M-maybe this wasn't a good idea--

Officer Mason: Shut up.

Matt: No turning back now, champ. We got this far.

Then came the intercourse. Justin had to adjust to Cole's rock-hard erection. The sensation of Justin's hole caused Cole to breathe heavily. It was barely a minute later, and Cole could not take anymore. He closed his eyes shut as he felt himself getting close. He was tilting his head back once again before letting loose the sounds of grunts and groans as he experienced his orgasm. Matt, Officer Mason, and “their boys” got a bird's eye view of Cole's hard dick along with his anus twitching from releasing his cum. Justin disengaged from his posture and regained his footing while Cole's semen was dripping from his anus to the floor.

Matt: Well, then. Looks like my job's done. We both kept our part of the bargain, right? You retain your title, I got you some pussy no matter what.

Cole: **panting** Get the fuck out! GET OUT!

Matt: Come on gentleman, let's go.

Cole was finally released from the grip of his fellow inmates. After their departure, Cole immediately picked himself off the floor and dressed in another pair of boxers along with his prison suit. With the heat still being an issue, the top portion of his suit was kept at his waist, while he remained shirtless. He heard the cell door clicking, indicating that it was now locked for the evening. He sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his palms, consumed with rage. “They're gonna pay for this... YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!!” he angrily shouted towards his cell door.

Whatever respect and admiration he had gained at the prison did not seem to matter anymore. The humiliation and disgust were unshakable. At this point, there was nothing to do about Matthew, the prison guards, and the Prison Warden for now. But Cole was now motivated by anger and had one purpose: To one day expose the Warden and his hidden operations.

To be continued...