Blood Vane
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
10,528
Reviews:
123
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prison is Prison
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Prison sucks. Don’t believe me? Ask anyone who has ever been there.
Don’t believe them? Ask anyone who ever worked in one.
If you still don’t believe it, ask anyone who has someone they love trapped inside one.
Corruption runs rampant even within the best of them. Even truly good people can become unrecognizable when placed into positions of absolute authority and power. There are, without a doubt, drugs available in prison. As long as people are desperate to escape the reality of their lives; there will always be drugs involved.
There is also sex, both consensual and non-consensual in prisons. Don’t talk about it.... it will go away.
You will always hear some people complaining about how easy prisoners have it. These people usually have no idea what they are talking about and should just keep their fucking mouths shut.
The loss of freedom is nothing compared to the loss of humanity. One day you’re out on the streets, doing whatever dumb ass thing it is that finally gets you caught and sent to the pokey and the next thing you know, you’re no longer Tom, Dick or Harry. You are now prisoner 455123 and you will remain prisoner 455123 until such time as you are finally released back into a society that will forever regard you with suspicion for being prisoner 455123 whether you’ve paid for your crime in the eyes of the law or not.
Bend over, grab your balls and cough like a good boy because you no longer have any say in the matter of your own body and what is allowed. Go to the cafeteria and get fed substandard food and learn to like it because what you eat and drink are no longer up to you. Pee when you are told. Shower when you are told. Breathe when you are told.
Sick? Tough shit. Unless you’re actually dying, and sometimes tough shit even then. 455123 is guilty after all. Why should he receive coddling just because he might happen to be ill?
Punish the wicked. Punish the criminals. They deserve it, and society as a whole resents the burden placed upon it by these miscreants. These misbehavers, who by god should be entitled to nothing as long as they reside within those walls.
Which is all well and good... until it is your son being denied decent medical care because no can be bothered. Until it is your brother eating green bologna three times a week. Until it is someone you love and that person in now prisoner 455123, and you look into their eyes and see the pain, the fear and the hopelessness. It is all much better ignored and left to others to worry about. After all, why should people care if they don’t have to?
Even the Hillbern A. Boot facility for wayward boys, which is one of the best run institutions in the country under Alistair Boot’s reign as warden, has its fair share of gangs, drugs and violence. The fact that Alistair did care very much, and worked hard to include education as well as discipline inside Boot hill made a huge difference. Still. Prison is prison.
The warden may officially run things but he is hardly the only one that an inmate might have to answer to in the long run. There are many chains of command just as there are many forms of retaliation. None too pleasant.
Of course, in prison, as in all things, it helps to have friends. Someone to watch your back and hopefully keep someone else from stabbing you in it. Just like everywhere though, in prison, its sometimes hard to tell who your friends really are. Sex may be a valuable commodity, but it hardly ensures friendship. Obviously though, it can be useful at times.
Sometimes, its not who you know, but who you blow that determines your fate.
Micky Cooper shuffled uncomfortably on his knees. He had been there for quite awhile now and it was beginning to get down right painful, but the tall redhead that stood glowering over him seemed in no hurry to let him move or to even speak so Micky kept his head down and waited anxiously for a verdict that he was fairly certain he would not like in the least.
Roddy Malone stood glaring down at the slight boy kneeling in front of him on the cement floor of his cell. Normally in this situation he would have just taken what Micky owed him out of his hide, but at the moment he was neither inclined nor physically able to do that. Still, the boy owed him and he fully intended to collect. It was just a question of when and how much it was going to hurt.
Luke Miles watched in amusement as Roddy considered the boys punishment for his debt. There would be no paying with sex for Micky this time. His hands curled into tight fist. Maybe Roddy would let him beat it out of the little shit instead.
Roddy’s eyes narrowed as he considered his options.
For the millionth time, Micky cursed himself and his own weakness under his breath. Being indebted to Malone was like selling his soul to the devil and he knew it, but he still couldn’t seem to stop himself from placing the bets that he mostly lost and occasionally indulging in the drugs that Roddy kept in plentiful supply. Now he owed more than he could possibly pay at once and he was sure that the consequences would be harsh.
Micky had thrown himself on Malone’s very questionable compassion. It didn’t seem that a blowjob was going to buy him any extra time on this occasion, as it normally would have either. Malone was still recovering from his injuries and was unwilling to work anything out in trade. Miserably, Micky reflected that Seth had fucked things up for him once again. God, but he hated that pretty, blond fucker!
Unknown to Micky, he wasn’t the only one thinking of a certain flaxen haired someone.
An image of Seth Edwards swam enticingly across Roddy Malone’s vision and a slow, mean smile twisted his lips as he studied the curly brown head bowed before him. Micky was Blood Vane’s best friend. Blood was Seth’s roommate.
Micky might prove to be much more useful than he had originally thought.
“Tell you what....” Roddy drawled.
Micky startled as Roddy spoke. It had been silent for so long that he hadn’t been expecting it. Tentatively he dared to lift his head so he was looking Malone in the face.
Roddy leaned in closer so that he was practically in Micky’s face. “Just this once… I’m going to do you a favor Cooper.”
“A f-favor?” Micky stuttered, confused.
“Yeah.” Roddy nodded. “Just this once I’m going to extend you some extra credit. There’s a game this weekend. Ill take your bet and if you win.... we’ll be even.”
“A-and if I lose?” Micky said nervously.
“Well then....” Roddy smirked. “You’ll owe me double.”
“But Ill never be able to pay if I lose!” Micky balked.
“Oh you’ll pay...” Roddy was practically purring in his ear now. “The only question is.... Do you pay now?” He glanced over at Luke who was cracking his knuckles gleefully. “Or do you take a chance and maybe come out of this free and clear?”
Micky was torn. He knew he shouldn’t accept Malone’s offer, but Miles beefy fist and the thought of the pain he would soon be in if he refused it were powerfully motivating.
Hesitantly, Micky nodded his head yes.
“Good boy.” Roddy smirked. “Now get out of here.”
Micky fled before Malone could change his mind.
Roddy watched the small boy scuttle off with a genuine smile on his face.
His pouty henchman sidled up beside him. “That’s not like you boss.” Luke griped. “What if he actually wins?”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Roddy grinned as Micky spotted Blood and Seth walking down the corridor leading to the cafeteria and rushed to catch up with them. “He wont win.”
Seth’s blond hair seemed to shine in the light as he and Blood paused to allow Cooper to pull alongside them. Roddy couldn’t have missed the jealous look that flashed across the short boys face if he had been both blind and stupid. Unfortunately for Micky, he was neither. For a moment, Malone allowed himself to indulge in a fantasy of exactly what he would do when he finally had Seth Edwards completely at his o’ so tender mercies.
“His kind never win.” Roddy murmured softly.
A/N: Prison sucks. Thank god for prisons. There are some ruthless, psychotic people out there that should be locked away and never turned loose on society again for any reason. Unfortunately, most of these people are not in prison. They are in politics, but still, you understand my meaning. There are some bad dudes out there and prisons are necessary in the over all scheme of things.
That doesn’t mean that we, as a people get to pretend that these aren’t still human beings that we are dealing with. In the long run, we only hurt ourselves by indulging our indifference.
Tbc.....
Prison sucks. Don’t believe me? Ask anyone who has ever been there.
Don’t believe them? Ask anyone who ever worked in one.
If you still don’t believe it, ask anyone who has someone they love trapped inside one.
Corruption runs rampant even within the best of them. Even truly good people can become unrecognizable when placed into positions of absolute authority and power. There are, without a doubt, drugs available in prison. As long as people are desperate to escape the reality of their lives; there will always be drugs involved.
There is also sex, both consensual and non-consensual in prisons. Don’t talk about it.... it will go away.
You will always hear some people complaining about how easy prisoners have it. These people usually have no idea what they are talking about and should just keep their fucking mouths shut.
The loss of freedom is nothing compared to the loss of humanity. One day you’re out on the streets, doing whatever dumb ass thing it is that finally gets you caught and sent to the pokey and the next thing you know, you’re no longer Tom, Dick or Harry. You are now prisoner 455123 and you will remain prisoner 455123 until such time as you are finally released back into a society that will forever regard you with suspicion for being prisoner 455123 whether you’ve paid for your crime in the eyes of the law or not.
Bend over, grab your balls and cough like a good boy because you no longer have any say in the matter of your own body and what is allowed. Go to the cafeteria and get fed substandard food and learn to like it because what you eat and drink are no longer up to you. Pee when you are told. Shower when you are told. Breathe when you are told.
Sick? Tough shit. Unless you’re actually dying, and sometimes tough shit even then. 455123 is guilty after all. Why should he receive coddling just because he might happen to be ill?
Punish the wicked. Punish the criminals. They deserve it, and society as a whole resents the burden placed upon it by these miscreants. These misbehavers, who by god should be entitled to nothing as long as they reside within those walls.
Which is all well and good... until it is your son being denied decent medical care because no can be bothered. Until it is your brother eating green bologna three times a week. Until it is someone you love and that person in now prisoner 455123, and you look into their eyes and see the pain, the fear and the hopelessness. It is all much better ignored and left to others to worry about. After all, why should people care if they don’t have to?
Even the Hillbern A. Boot facility for wayward boys, which is one of the best run institutions in the country under Alistair Boot’s reign as warden, has its fair share of gangs, drugs and violence. The fact that Alistair did care very much, and worked hard to include education as well as discipline inside Boot hill made a huge difference. Still. Prison is prison.
The warden may officially run things but he is hardly the only one that an inmate might have to answer to in the long run. There are many chains of command just as there are many forms of retaliation. None too pleasant.
Of course, in prison, as in all things, it helps to have friends. Someone to watch your back and hopefully keep someone else from stabbing you in it. Just like everywhere though, in prison, its sometimes hard to tell who your friends really are. Sex may be a valuable commodity, but it hardly ensures friendship. Obviously though, it can be useful at times.
Sometimes, its not who you know, but who you blow that determines your fate.
Micky Cooper shuffled uncomfortably on his knees. He had been there for quite awhile now and it was beginning to get down right painful, but the tall redhead that stood glowering over him seemed in no hurry to let him move or to even speak so Micky kept his head down and waited anxiously for a verdict that he was fairly certain he would not like in the least.
Roddy Malone stood glaring down at the slight boy kneeling in front of him on the cement floor of his cell. Normally in this situation he would have just taken what Micky owed him out of his hide, but at the moment he was neither inclined nor physically able to do that. Still, the boy owed him and he fully intended to collect. It was just a question of when and how much it was going to hurt.
Luke Miles watched in amusement as Roddy considered the boys punishment for his debt. There would be no paying with sex for Micky this time. His hands curled into tight fist. Maybe Roddy would let him beat it out of the little shit instead.
Roddy’s eyes narrowed as he considered his options.
For the millionth time, Micky cursed himself and his own weakness under his breath. Being indebted to Malone was like selling his soul to the devil and he knew it, but he still couldn’t seem to stop himself from placing the bets that he mostly lost and occasionally indulging in the drugs that Roddy kept in plentiful supply. Now he owed more than he could possibly pay at once and he was sure that the consequences would be harsh.
Micky had thrown himself on Malone’s very questionable compassion. It didn’t seem that a blowjob was going to buy him any extra time on this occasion, as it normally would have either. Malone was still recovering from his injuries and was unwilling to work anything out in trade. Miserably, Micky reflected that Seth had fucked things up for him once again. God, but he hated that pretty, blond fucker!
Unknown to Micky, he wasn’t the only one thinking of a certain flaxen haired someone.
An image of Seth Edwards swam enticingly across Roddy Malone’s vision and a slow, mean smile twisted his lips as he studied the curly brown head bowed before him. Micky was Blood Vane’s best friend. Blood was Seth’s roommate.
Micky might prove to be much more useful than he had originally thought.
“Tell you what....” Roddy drawled.
Micky startled as Roddy spoke. It had been silent for so long that he hadn’t been expecting it. Tentatively he dared to lift his head so he was looking Malone in the face.
Roddy leaned in closer so that he was practically in Micky’s face. “Just this once… I’m going to do you a favor Cooper.”
“A f-favor?” Micky stuttered, confused.
“Yeah.” Roddy nodded. “Just this once I’m going to extend you some extra credit. There’s a game this weekend. Ill take your bet and if you win.... we’ll be even.”
“A-and if I lose?” Micky said nervously.
“Well then....” Roddy smirked. “You’ll owe me double.”
“But Ill never be able to pay if I lose!” Micky balked.
“Oh you’ll pay...” Roddy was practically purring in his ear now. “The only question is.... Do you pay now?” He glanced over at Luke who was cracking his knuckles gleefully. “Or do you take a chance and maybe come out of this free and clear?”
Micky was torn. He knew he shouldn’t accept Malone’s offer, but Miles beefy fist and the thought of the pain he would soon be in if he refused it were powerfully motivating.
Hesitantly, Micky nodded his head yes.
“Good boy.” Roddy smirked. “Now get out of here.”
Micky fled before Malone could change his mind.
Roddy watched the small boy scuttle off with a genuine smile on his face.
His pouty henchman sidled up beside him. “That’s not like you boss.” Luke griped. “What if he actually wins?”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Roddy grinned as Micky spotted Blood and Seth walking down the corridor leading to the cafeteria and rushed to catch up with them. “He wont win.”
Seth’s blond hair seemed to shine in the light as he and Blood paused to allow Cooper to pull alongside them. Roddy couldn’t have missed the jealous look that flashed across the short boys face if he had been both blind and stupid. Unfortunately for Micky, he was neither. For a moment, Malone allowed himself to indulge in a fantasy of exactly what he would do when he finally had Seth Edwards completely at his o’ so tender mercies.
“His kind never win.” Roddy murmured softly.
A/N: Prison sucks. Thank god for prisons. There are some ruthless, psychotic people out there that should be locked away and never turned loose on society again for any reason. Unfortunately, most of these people are not in prison. They are in politics, but still, you understand my meaning. There are some bad dudes out there and prisons are necessary in the over all scheme of things.
That doesn’t mean that we, as a people get to pretend that these aren’t still human beings that we are dealing with. In the long run, we only hurt ourselves by indulging our indifference.
Tbc.....