Cole

Part 2: A New Cellmate

It was Saturday morning following the night of the incident. At 7am, Cole had awoken after barely getting two hours of sleep. The image of being forced into sex with an inmate immediately replayed in his mind. The lockdown on the cell doors was lifted and it was only seconds after that Cole received his regular visitor: Matt.

Matt: Morning, champ! Here's breakfast.

Slowly rising to his feet, Cole calmly approached Matt with the latter handing out a paper bag containing his morning meal. After taking the bag and its contents, Cole angrily threw the items across the cell and would proceed to immediately pull Matt towards him before slamming the latter back-first on the wall, pinning him with both hands.

Matt: Okay-- whoa man...

Cole: You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?

Matt: Before you do anything rash, just so you know, the Warden won't be too happy if you decide to...

Cole: Do you really think that I give a shit right now?

Matt: Dude, come on...

Cole: DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT YOU DID?!

Matt: I told you--

Cole: I swear to god... give me that “a deal's a deal” bullshit one more time, and I guarantee that you'll be leaving this cell without your teeth.

Matt: Look, I went to the Warden for... options in handling your request, but the Warden believed that he can't involve anyone else in our operation without compromising it.

Cole: Oh, so you really took matters into your own hands, huh? Making sure I'm held down, while my dick goes inside a dude's butt...

Matt: ….per Warden's instructions.

Cole: What?

Matt: It wasn't my idea.... the Warden insisted.

Cole: You're lying.

Matt: Feel free to ask him. He should be here in about an hour. Now, let me go...

Cole: **releases Matt**

Matt: Remember, he's here in one hour.

Cole had later used the old yet barely functioning showers in the base level of Area D, near the secret boxing ring. It was not ideal given it was a setting of rust and mold, but it was a guarantee that he would be alone, without the presence of other inmates while showering. After he was finished, Cole made his way back to his cell. After exiting the base-level area, he immediately saw his main target for payback from last night's assault: Justin Wilford.

Making his way towards the exit, book at hand, Justin was oblivious to Cole's presence as the latter quickly caught up to him. Not concerned that he was wearing only his towel, Cole was eager to make Justin pay for the previous night. Taking his target by surprise, Cole pulled Justin into the nearby guard's lounge room; the place was cleared of any occupying guards. As he did with Matt nearly an hour earlier, Cole slammed and pinned Justin against the nearest wall.

Cole: Just the person I wanted to see! How's your morning, princess??

Justin: **struggling** Wait-- wait!

Cole: Be still! You enjoyed yourself, huh? Got some good dick, didn't you?!

Justin: I'm sorry! Alright? They made me do it. They always make me do things for them...

Cole: Like that night I saw you with Officer Dennis? He made you suck his dick?

Justin: He did.

Cole: Well, then... I'll tell you what: I have a way to make sure that no one forces you to suck dick for a long time. How about... I go for the jaw? That way, they'll have to wire it shut.

Justin: Please don't hurt me, I'm just...

Officer Mason: The hell's going on here?

Cole: Stay out of this.

Officer Mason: The Warden wants to see you.

Cole: I'll see him later.

Officer Mason: You will see him NOW.

Relinquishing his hold on Justin, Cole had left the lounge and made his way back to his cell to get dressed in his usual prison attire. Officer Mason then looked at Justin and ordered him to accompany him, in which Justin, still shaking from his ordeal, followed Officer Mason's orders without question.

Minutes later, Cole had made his way into the Warden's office while accompanied by Officer Mason. Upon entering his office, the Warden immediately took notice of Cole's anger. Setting his pen down on his desk, Warden Parsley stood out of his chair and approached the furious inmate, looking entirely face-to-face with his prison champion as the two shared the same height of 6'1.

Warden: You wanted to see me?

Cole: Yeah, I do. Something pretty bad happened to me last night.

Warden: Really?

Cole: Is it true... was it your idea?

Warden: Hmm... Heard it was quite a show.

Cole: You fuck--

Warden: Uh uh uh... careful, boy.

Cole: **Sighs** As I've told Matt, I do not swing that way.

Warden: Well, that's how it was with most inmates who come here or any other prison... at first. But they adapt.

Cole: I want zero to do with that type of shit.

Warden: Let me tell you something, boy: think of last night as a reminder...

Cole: Of what?

Warden: Of where you are. You may be the best fighter I've seen up close and I appreciate your participation and dedication in our games, but... you're still a prisoner. This isn't your palace ripe with concubines for your leisure. What you see is what you get. That's the lesson. Understand?

Cole:...

Officer Mason: He asked you a question, boy!

Warden: It's alright, Dennis. You are seriously pissed, aren't you? How about this: you take all that anger and frustration on someone more appropriate. Your next competition is not for two weeks, so you can't take it out on your next opponent right now, but I do have somebody else in mind. Dennis, bring him in.

Cole witnessed Officer Mason forcefully pull Justin into the Warden's office. Justin was positioned side-by-side next to Cole; terrified as he kept his head down.

Cole: Christ, what now, huh? I'm not doing that shit with him again...

Warden: Actually, Cole, this is your chance for revenge. Officer Mason told me about your meeting with this guy earlier, and what you were willing to do to him. This time... there's no stopping you. I sure as hell won't. Go ahead, fuck him up.

Justin: No-- no, please!

Warden: SHUT.. your trap. Then again, Cole's gonna do it for you. How about it, champ?

Looking to his right, Cole saw next to him a visibly shaking young boy with both eyes closed tightly shut. Whatever anger and animosity Cole held towards him quickly turned into pity. But of course, Cole would be anything but sympathetic let alone sentimental.

Cole: Get this piece of shit out of my sight.

Warden: **looking at Justin** You're free to go.

After Justin made a quick departure from the Warden's office, Cole and Warden Parsley had some parting words...

Cole: I'll continue to play your games, and do as you say. But please... last night.... never again.

Warden: You got it. If you don't mind my saying, though, you're uh... getting more scruffy by the day. Go see Al; Area A.

Cole: Who?

Warden: Think of him as... the inmate father of Goldstone; very respected. Go see him. He's a skilled barber... you'll feel more refreshed when he's done.

Officer Mason, once again acting as Cole's guide, escorted the young inmate to Area A, particularly to the furthest side of the building. Despite months of incarceration, Cole had never been to this section before. He went into one of the rooms, and in it, was a makeshift barbershop setting. The room had a total of two barber chairs positioned next to a long counter with neatly placed hair-trimming materials complete with an equally long mounted mirror on the wall.

Sitting on the chair on the opposite side of the setup, was a near-elderly African-American man in an apparel fit for professional barbers. He was sitting comfortably in his chair, reading a newspaper before taking notice of the arrival of Cole and Officer Mason.

Al: Officer Mason... always a pleasure.

Officer Mason: Likewise. I've brought you a customer. Cole Taylor.

Al: **shakes hands with Cole** nice to meet you.

Officer Mason: Warden thought he could use a makeover. I'll leave you to it.

Al: Indeed. **towards Cole** have a seat, sir. So... what's your pleasure?

Cole: Uh... I guess-- surprise me.

A: Oh, letting the artist express himself, huh? I like that. And I got something in mind...

Thirty minutes later; Al removed the cotton cape from Cole before presenting the latter with a hand mirror. With Al's work complete, Cole was astonished. “Fucking... A!” he reacted. He saw himself with a nicely made faux hawk fade with the perfect trimming of his goatee, while the remainder of his face was now smooth. It was rare to see a smile on Cole's face, especially with recent events fresh in his mind. However, Al briefly took Cole's mind off his problems as the latter reveled in his new look.

Cole: That's amazing, dude!

Al: All in a day's work, my guy.

Cole: I seriously want to keep this look.

Al: You let me know when you're ready for the next one... and I'll hook ya up.

Cole: **handshake with Al** Thank you, sir.

The following evening, Cole went into his personal court to work out. He did his best to forget about last night... which was not easy. After his workout, he took his second shower, this time in the main prison showers, free of mold and rust, but still occupied by other inmates. When returning back to his cell, he heard two males engage in aggressive conversation. Looking into what was happening, he saw Officer Mason towering over Justin as the two were having a small argument next to the former's office. Cole witnessed the guard deliver a quick slap to Justin's face, demanding the latter to: “Do what I fucking say”. Officer Mason then forced Justin into his office. Convinced that this scenario has nothing to do with him, Cole went about his business and returned to his cell.

With two hours remaining before lockdown, Cole sat on his bed, reading another novel to keep his mind fresh and occupied. After a long and heavy yawn, he decided that this was the best time to catch up on the amount of sleep he lost from last evening. He took a quick stroll into the library to return his borrowed book. When making his way back to his cell, he saw Justin once again, but this time the young man had a bruised and bloodied face. Cole knew that this had to have been the work of Officer Mason. At this point, Justin was not heading to the exit out of Area D. Instead, Justin was heading into the base-level area where the prison fights have been taking place, with a bed sheet at hand. Cole was quick to follow Justin into the lower levels. The halls of the base levels were somewhat dim, but nothing that kept Cole from navigating the area.

Cole eventually caught up to Justin, who made his way into the locker room, but upon doing so, he saw something that shook him to the core. Justin, standing on a short stool, had already tied one end of the sheet to the ceiling pipes while the other end was tied tightly around his neck. Taking a deep breath, Justin kicked away the stool, with the intent to end himself. Cole quickly dashed to Justin's aide, but the latter was determined to end his misery at Goldstone, one way or another. A new struggle had ensued and it was for life and death.

Cole: No! No!

Justin: Let me go!

Cole: Don't! Please!

Perhaps due to the struggle, the bed sheet had loosened and was no longer mounted on the ceiling pipe. As a result, both inmates lost their balance and fell to the floor. Justin's suicide attempt was foiled, but he was clearly in a state of anguish as he started to weep. Cole embraced Justin from behind, assuring the younger inmate that “Things were gonna be okay”. Cole took Justin to his cell to get him cleaned up. Justin remained quiet the entire time, almost in a trance. The time for the evening's lockup was already underway. The prison authorities took notice that Justin had not returned back to his cell located in Area B. The Warden, and of course, Officer Mason took it upon themselves to look for him. Inevitably, Justin would be found by the two in Cole's cell. The two were stunned to catch Cole himself treating the wounds of the very person involved in Cole's sexual coercion.

Warden: Huh. What do we have here? Wanna explain this?

Before he could answer, Cole watched as Justin briefly turned his sights to the very guard responsible for what would be an assault that drove him to his breaking point... before turning his sights away; looking down at the floor with a look of fear and panic.

Warden: Well?

Cole: Sir, uh... If I can make one request...

Warden: Request? Alright... I'm listening...

Cole: Justin... I want him for me and me alone.

Warden: For what?

Cole: As a cellmate... and to... tend to me. Only for me.

Warden: Really?

Officer Mason: Now you wait just a goddamn minute!

Warden: Quiet, Dennis. Are you sure about this?

Cole: You said it yourself... “What you see is what you get”. And I want him.

Warden: Uh huh... well... you got it. He's all yours. He will tend to you for everything: from wiping off your sweat when you workout, and.... among other things. Understood?

Cole: Absolutely.

Officer Mason: Sir, you can't...

Warden: The hell I can't. Looking at your handy work, you had your fun, Dennis. You're gonna have to take your shit out on someone else.

As the Warden departed Cole's cell, the fury expressed in the eyes of Officer Mason was directed at Cole. Cole responded with a smug expression followed by a wink. Officer Mason stormed out of Cole's cell, as the latter knew he got some measure of payback for what had happened to him last night. Turning his intentions back to Justin, he grabbed a new paper towel, wet it with the cell sink, and continued to nurse the latter's injuries. “Thank you”, Justin said to Cole; for saving his life and offering to protect him.

The prison cells were now on lockdown for the evening. Later that night, two guards opened Cole's cell to bring his new cellmate his new bed. It was positioned on the opposite side of Cole's bed, placed beneath the mounted television. Justin and Cole did not speak for the remainder of the evening. It was time to rest. Drifting off to sleep was a way to temporarily escape from any problems or issues provided there are not any nightmares to remind them of their situations.

Two months later; Mikhail “The Stinger” Romanov, loses his third consecutive match to Cole. Following the fight, as Justin did his now usual duties of becoming Cole's "personal assistant" wiping off the latter with a towel, Cole noticed the sharp stare emitting from his defeated opponent. The Stinger had approached Cole; the two were now in an intense stare-down. With a seeming look of approval, the Stinger nodded his head and raised Cole's hand... a show of admiration and respect. The nearby crowd of inmates cheered for this show of sportsmanship.

It was time to hit the showers. With the aforementioned moldings and rust of the nearby showers on the lower level, it was clear why Cole hated using them, yet it assured him his occasional privacy. He and Justin returned back to their now shared cell; the latter assisting Cole in drying off.

Justin: Tonight was pretty awesome.

Cole: Sure was.

There was a knock at the door. Warden Parsley accompanied by Matt made their way into Cole's cell.

Warden: That was quite a show, champ.

Cole: Thank you, sir.

Warden: That, my boy, are the benefits of being among our best... respect. Nothing like it, is it?

Cole: Can't argue with that, sir.

Warden: So, is Justin here taking care of you?

Cole: Yes sir, he is.

Warden: I mean.... really taking care of you.

Cole:....

Warden:**chuckles** Not yet, huh? Don't worry, I'll give you more time. If it's not gonna work, I know quite a bit of fellow inmates and one guard in particular who will be more than happy to have their boy back.

Cole: I thought the benefits of being your fighter was having what I want and who I want... as long as it's within this prison.

Warden: That's true. But this arrangement... well... I'm gonna be more direct with you. You see, Justin here is talented for certain things while at Goldstone. Officer Mason, Matt here, a few inmates... and even I... can confirm that.

Cole: We had a deal.

Warden: I'm aware. Justin, however, is the cock-pleaser of this place, and some of the other boys are not too happy to lose their favorite cock-sucker, still.

Cole: And this matters to you?

Warden: Maybe, maybe not. Still, I'll let you two enjoy each other's company as much as possible...

Cole: Wait! **turns to Justin**….Go get cleaned up.

Warden: So, this is it, huh?

Cole: Looks that way. You're pretty fixated on this, huh?

Warden: I just tend to keep things interesting around here, in case the fighting games are not enough. Besides, look at you: a handsome young man, getting more jacked by the day... hormones gotta flaring by now.

Cole:...

Warden: Have a good time, champ.

As the evening progressed, Cole was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The cell door clicked open; in walks Justin, wearing only his towel as he placed his folded overalls in the middle of his bed. Sitting on the edge of his mattress, Justin was arguably just as nervous about the situation as Cole. It was a tense, awkward moment as the two could barely look at each other. As usual, the cell doors at the prison complex had locked down for the evening. It was just the two of them now.

Justin: We don't... really have to do this. Maybe we can come up with something to tell the Warden...

Cole: Tell me... are you into guys? Truly into guys?

Justin: … I am. But we still don't have to do this; I can tell you're not gay or bi.

Cole: No, I'm not. And yet... here I am... dealing with this world of crazy shit.

While maintaining his position on his bed, Cole began to undo his jumpsuit. He rolled down his attire along with his boxers to his thighs while wearing his black t-shirt. With his cock completely exposed, he ordered Justin to approach him. Justin complied, though he was still aware that Cole was not truly okay with the situation... nor was the former.

Justin: You sure about this?

Cole: A blowjob... and that's as far as it goes.

Justin: Kay. Maybe you should close your eyes... pretend it's a girl.

Cole: **laughs** If you're as good as they say, you can do it even better.

Cole tilted his head backward, keeping his eyes shut, as the sounds of sucking and heavy breathing filled the cell. Minutes later, adjusting to the situation further, Cole kept himself still and relaxed as he lay on his bed with both hands placed on the back of his head; resuming with keeping his eyes shut as Justin continued to “service him”. Cole could not deny it... Justin was indeed good at what he was doing... very good. Certain inmates at Goldstone as well as Officer Dennis Mason had once said: “Justin could suck a mean dick. His ability to deep-throat could drive a man crazy.” This is exactly what Justin did to Cole, causing the latter's moans to intensify. Cole would proceed to completely remove his prison overalls along with his boxers; naked from the waist down with his t-shirt remaining. Dropping his restraints even further, he looked directly at Cole; astounded by the skills his cellmate had in bed. “Holy shit, he is good!”, he thought to himself.

Eventually, this arrangement was reaching its climax... as would Cole; his squeals and using both of his hands to hold on to his bed sheets tightly were a sign of releasing his built-up semen. Justin consumed every last drop.

Cole: Jeez man! Fucking A!

Cole remained on his bed while Justin returned to his. Dressing back in their prison overalls, the two immediately decided to have a good night's sleep.

Justin: I take it that did not feel too bad...

Cole: Not bad at all. **winks at Justin**

To be continued...