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The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental.
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Copyright -- Poshbillionaire 2010
Sorry for the delay guys, I tend to keep tweaking my writing constantly and can never be satisfied that it's ready to go...but here goes! Feedback welcomed as always!!!
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, rollcall turned out to be incorrect for some reason and brought the whole prison to a stand still. All the prisoners were kept in their cells till everyone was accounted for all over again; this as usual took forever as the prison guards were now afraid something was amiss. Even after the rollcall was painstakingly repeated, the warden was wary so he decided to keep everyone in place for the rest of the day. Food was taken round the wings by the guards and those inmates with the highest grade, mostly the old trusted ones like Old Cole, lifers and such.
This didn't stop the news of what had happened between the two men from spreading like wild fire, in fact it made it easier. The guards talked a lot you see, amongst other things and before long there were whispers going from cell to cell all day long.
The news was no big deal in the confines of HMP Margan; in fact it happened every other day there. But it seemed like this time was different for it was all the inmates could talk about. Mostly it was because it was Jamie and Rhys; being the guy Ace the prison terror himself wanted at all costs and the other the guy Ace was subtly fighting for power with within these walls. Everyone knew that this was going to blow up big time once Ace got out of the infirmary. There was a lot of excitement for that reason alone.
And they were so right.
Ace was mad. Unbelievably mad.
He was growling in the infirmary and struggling to get off the bed even with the throbbing pain in his leg, making for the guard who bore the news. He was red in the face and his thick neck was almost bursting with protruding veins in his rage."What did you just say?"
"Jamie is out of solitary"
"That's not what I meant you bastard"
The guard was gloating as he gave the news in more detail. "Last night Rhys was brought in to replace you with the small lad Jamie. Since you were busy in here, we were forced to find someone else. The boss was happy to go with Mr High and Mighty"
"How could he replace me? What the fuck did he need that bastard for!"
"Well, Rhys replaced you in fucking Jamie for the night..."
"Why didn't the ward' just save him for me, he knows Jamie's mine..." Ace growled.
"The warden needed Jamie sorted out once and for all man. You know how he can get when he's mad and Jamie got him real mad that day, twice for that matter. Calm down Ace, you lost out plain and simple" The guard known as Squeak muttered "If you hadn't been fighting as usual you woulda had your chance at him. It would've been perfect for you man. Too bad. Maybe next time"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Squeak was a bit scared of Ace to be honest but was always able to hold his ground when he was not the only guard around. The infirmary was full of them with two at Ace's room door so he knew he was safe enough.
Even Ace was reminded of this when the two huge guards came in menacingly. He settled back in bed, flinging the tray of food on his bedside table to the floor, still in a rage for the simple reason that he knew the two men were his match, maybe even more so if they had specialist training which some of the guards did.
He was a big man, a bit shorter than Rhys by just two inches but as broad as a weight lifter. This made him even more menacing added to the fact that he had tattoos over his entire torso of dark vicious looking creatures. His face always seemed to be angry and the dark tattoo covering the left side of his face did not help matters. He bared his teeth so many times in his frequent rages that people began to suspect he thought he was a lion or something.
The only thing even remotely appealing on that face was not his in the real sense. It was his teeth, flashing bright white pearly whites that he boasted he had got off a dentist who owed him money. He was in prison for manslaughter, attempted murder and rape so his character as a whole was not surprising to anyone.
From time immemorial he had always had his pick of the newbies; always cornered them anywhere he liked and messed them up pretty bad. The warden was in his payroll to a certain extent (even though the warden still did what he liked most of the time) so he tended to get away with a lot. The warden didn't give a shit what he did to the fellow inmates as long as it did not come back to him. He didn't give a shit about the inmates full stop.
"So did he? Did Rhys fuck him?"
Squeak laughed, irritatingly. "Oh he fucked him alright, fucked him good. Had the little shit screaming the place down and not in pain too. Good Lord. The volume couldn't go low enough to drown those moans. Men, it was something. The boss was so pissed that they enjoyed it so much he almost broke the damn TV. He doesn't even want to hear their names now. Guess it didn't work out as he had planned or something. I know I was shocked. You should have seen them at it man, it was like they had been doing it all their lives. It was good viewing I tell you and I'm straight so that's saying something"
If Ace had not been so outraged, he would've said it served the warden right for overlooking him and giving Rhys his place. But all he could think of was that Rhys had taken what was his. What the fuck???
"That rat was mine to break in! This is fucked up; I'm going to have to kill someone!" His eyes gleamed evilly, glazing over. Squeak decided it was time to go. He took his leave walking backwards. He did not trust this man as far as he could throw him and he wasn't about to take any chances. Ace looked like a madman, God help that Jamie boy when Ace got a hold of him.
For some warped reason, the fact that Jamie had eluded him for this long made him even more desirable to Ace. Now that Rhys had had him, he wanted him even more. That pretty little sucker was his.
He needed to speak to the warden.
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Stuck in their cells, the two men who had just shared an unexpectedly magical night together were left with their thoughts.
Jamie had told his friends cellmate Roger and neighbours Old Cole, Lazlo and Simon about it as sparingly as possible; he however did not mention that they had made love of their own accord all through the rest of the night.
That he kept to himself.
So did Rhys.
Not that he had anyone to tell at the moment for he had a cell all to himself. Not a lot of people knew that. Money talks afterall.
As far as he was concerned what happened that night was between him and Jamie and was no one else's business.
His messages had been delivered in good time and the orders had arrived through the underground network as expected. It was such a wonder what money could do in these parts, everything worked in your favour once you had some to throw around. And he had a lot.
He was a millionaire many times over, starting when he hit the big time as a model and designer Rio Jacque's muse at sixteen; then a software breakthrough when he was twenty three and a lucky stint into acting when he was 25 which had blown wider than he had ever thought possible. Now he was into producing movies and going strong with his trusty software engineering. The acting was on hold for now, it had never really been his thing anyway.
A bad day at work had led him here, that along with too much alcohol and a fast car. It was stupid really. He knew he should have used his chauffeur that night but he had not been thinking straight. The director had messed up the budget for his sci-fi flick and they were out of time as a result. He laughed at himself now when he remembered it, to think that the loss of a few million had caused him to get a criminal record and waste some years of his life in this place. It had taught him something though, money meant nothing and he would never let it rule his life again.
At least he hadn't killed the young lady he had hit, thank God. That would have been the worst thing to have on his conscience. He could live with a criminal record, that he could do, but not with having killed someone. He had hurt her really bad though but thankfully she had now made a full recovery.
He had not touched a drink since.
Now he just took things easy. His lawyer and staff visited every other day, for life and work continued as normal and in his business there was always something or the other that needed his attention.
Rhys had no one special in his life, had not had one in a long time; which was just as well with the Jamie issue as he did not have to make any confessions to anyone or feel guiltier than he already did.
After putting the packages away, he lay on his bunk, trying to read a magazine so he would not think about Jamie but he was unable to. It was strange how one single night could change his conception of his entire life. He was beginning to question himself, every male friend he had ever had. Had there been something there that he had not realised? Surely he would have known?
He knew he had liked Jamie when he first saw him, but he never identified it as anything other than friendship. But now, after last night, he was at a loss.
He was not gay!
He had nothing against gay people, but he had never seen himself as one. Hell, he had had his share of women and he knew for a fact that he loved sex with them. But with Jamie, that sex...was something else. He had never lost control of himself like that before, it was incredible, like he could have gone on forever.
He had scrutinized himself so much already, trying to see if there was an attraction to men that he had missed all these years. Hard as he tried, he felt no different. There were no stirrings whatsoever.
