Prison Possession Ch 05

Author Note: Here it is the final installment and as promised plenty of steamy action to finish :P Hope you have enjoyed my little story xx

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'But James, all this with the corrupt guard they are talking about increasing your sentence, he mentioned you by name' his lawyer said riffling through papers in front of him with a distressed expression.

'Fine, let them. It doesn't matter, I told you what I want.' James insisted.

'Why do you care so much about this kid? He's already been on trial, they found him guilty I don't know what more I could-'

'You under estimate yourself, you are an excellent lawyer. I was not an easy case and you got me very few years. The kid had no chance with the one he could afford, trust me he is innocent. He doesn't have much longer to appeal. Please, take him on, I will pay all of the expenses. Maybe even a bonus if you're successful.'

'Ok.'

* A few days later*

'Why?'

Sammy stormed over to him at the dinner hall, sitting opposite him and glaring at him.

'What's wrong why-' James began.

'Why are you trying to get rid of me? I thought... I thought-' Sammy looked like he was going to cry, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fought the tears back.

'I'm not trying to get rid of you,' James said incredulously, 'I'm trying to help you.'

'I don't want to leave,' he whispered and James sighed. He was pleased, but still felt a twinge of annoyance that he wouldn't do what he wanted.

'Yeah well fucking deal with it kid, you know how many people in here would do anything to get out? You're not supposed to want to be in prison Sammy! I'd jump at the chance you have right now.'

'I don't care about being here, I just don't want to leave you,' he said desperately. He straightened up where he sat, 'I won't sign it, the appeal.'

'What did you say Sammy?' James eyes narrowed.

'I won't sign it,' he said again, a new found defiance in his expression.

'You will do what you're fucking told!' he said leaning forward angrily and he saw a flicker of fear cross his eyes. Despite the feelings he felt for the boy, he couldn't deny he still found his fear incredibly sexy. 'I told you right at the start that you follow my rules. If you do not sign it this... deal between us is finished. I don't care.'

He felt torn, he didn't want that anymore than Sammy. But he had already made up his mind that he had to leave. It would make it easier on both of them if Sammy hated him.

'You do care,' Sammy said his eyes welling up. 'I don't know why you're doing this but I know that much.' He brushed the tears angrily from his eyes waiting for James to say something.

James continued to eat his food, not meeting his eyes. The silence rolled out, and James let it.

'Fine. I'll sign it. I guess there's nothing worth staying here for after all' Sam said, standing and walking away to join another table. James watched him leave out the corner of his eye and took out his anger on the potato before him.

* A Few Weeks Later *

James threw himself into working for Craig as a distraction from his emotions over the weeks after his fight with Sam. They hadn't spoken since. James kept a close eye on his wellbeing but other than that there had been no contact. He had paid off some other inmates to befriend him, and they sometimes reported back to him if there was anything to know. The separation had only made James more irritable than ever. But this helped him get his jobs done quicker.

James walked into his cell after dinner that night in a particularly foul mood because of a trade that had taken a little more effort than it should of done. He was sweaty and tired and wanted to go to bed. He had only taken one step into the room when he stopped dead. There he was. Sam looked up from where he sat on the bed, his head in his hands and James again was struck by the eyes that made his chest tighten.

'What are you doing here,' James said quietly.

'I've been transferred back here, my injuries are healed enough I guess,' he said, breaking James gaze to look at the floor awkwardly.

'I see,' James said, moving forward stiffly. Moving to the sink to splash water on his face and slicked back his matted hair with wet fingers. He took his time, keeping his back to Sam who said nothing but James could feel those eyes burning a hole in his back.

James took off his shirt, tossing it into the corner of the cell and without looking at him, jumped effortlessly onto the top bunk, it sagged and groaned with his weight. He reached for his book and read quietly, or at least pretended to. His eyes were fixed on the page, listening to Sam. He could smell him from here, how he had missed that smell.

He heard a creak of the bed that suggested Sam had lay down on his own bed, and a quiet sigh he probably wasn't supposed to have heard. The silence ticked on.

'You know they're hearing my appeal in a weeks time,' Sam said quietly. So quietly some may not have heard him, but James did. 'The lawyer said he thinks I have a strong case.'

'He's a good lawyer, if he says that it'll be true.' James replied. More silence.

'Thanks. For paying for him and all, I... I don't know if I will ever be able to pay you back.'

'You don't have to pay me back,' James growled.

Sam made a noise then that James couldn't place. He frowned and leaned over the bed to look at him.

'Are you, laughing?' he said his eyes narrowed and Sam's smile faltered.

'I wasn't - I mean, I just had a thought. Before, you would have come up with some line about paying you back in another way, forced me into giving you a blowjob or something...I don't know, it just made me smile is all.'

James didn't reply. He leaned back, getting comfortable on his bed and tried to read his book, acutely aware to every squeak of the bed below. Eventually he heard Sam's breathing deepen, evening out into a low slumber. He placed his book down gently and crept down from the bunk.

There he was, out cold to the world still fully dressed sprawled across the bed in an odd position, one arm above his head. The dim yellowy light illuminated his disheveled hair, his mouth open slightly, eyes shut. His forehead creased slightly as if be a passing dream and then softened again, peaceful. James smiled lightly at the sight and moved closer, silently, so that his face was level with Sam's resting on the mattress to look at him.

How could he have given this up. This beautiful face had been his, and only his. But he had given him away, why? To be a better person? These worries had never plagued him before, why now, why him? He wanted to move closer, to kiss those open lips, to feel the heat of his breath on his own. Then he froze, watching as his eyes flicked open and focused on him.

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Sam awoke blearily. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, and felt an odd sense of confusion. It was dark, the dim light only coming from the light by James bunk. He had no idea what the time was, how long had he been out? Then he saw something shining in the dark, at first he felt a flicker of alarm. Eyes. They were close, and they were watching him. But the he recognised the shape of the head, the broad sloping shoulders. He felt a twinge of an unknown emotion in his stomach, excitement, fear, hurt, longing all pelting him at once. He swallowed.

Neither of them said a word. They just looked at each other in the dark. As if in some unspoken agreement James moved silently towards him, ducking under the low bunk and climbing onto the bed, he moved so that he was straddling directly on top of Sam, who lay looking up at him. He felt the twinge of excitement increase, but also the fear.

James leaned down so slowly, painfully slowly. His warm rough lips pressed against his neck, the feeling sent shivers down his spine, his dark hair brushing his cheek as he moved up kissing as he went to his collar bone. It reminded Sam of the first time he had given him those hickeys, how long he had waited to feel that sensation again. James hesitated as he reached his face, mere millimetres away from his lips, as if weighing up his options. Sam closed the gap.

They kissed in a way they had never kissed before, Sam felt the urgency and hunger in James, and it turned him on, James tongue was in his mouth and he felt overwhelmed by the sensations. He felt James hands as they sought out his wrists, holding them tightly, pinning him down to the bed. He began a new movement then, grinding his body against his and Sam could feel the hardening bulge rubbing against his own pulsing member, hardening it still further. It made him gasp, James used the gasp to kiss him only harder still, releasing one of his wrists to grab his face tightly.

The grinding sped up, and Sam's breathing quickened as he finally realised where this might be headed. He still wasn't sure if he wanted this. He cared about James and wanted him close, but he was frightened, he didn't think he would stop this time.

With an almost animalistic grunt James began yanking at Sam's clothes, pulling off his hoodie and then his t-shirt underneath. He bundled up the t-shirt and stuffed it roughly into Sam's mouth. James groaned in satisfaction and began running his lips along his chest, his hands back at Sam's wrists holding them so tightly they hurt but Sam didn't have the words to stop him before let alone now. The shirt in his mouth acting like a gag striking that strange emotion even deeper in his gut, the one that mixed fear and pleasure in a strange confusing euphoria. He whimpered but either James didn't hear him or didn't want to.

It was when he started pulling Sam's joggers down that he began to panic, his thoughts racing through his head at lightning speed, so loud he coudn't focus on one. Only that he was frightened of what was to happen. He tried to say 'wait' but through the gag it sounded like 'wuuumpf'. James looked up, hesitating for a moment, his dark eyes just two glints in the dark, he couldn't see his expression, he couldn't know what he was thinking.

The hesitation was only brief, as he carried on where he started, pulling his trainers off to get the joggers off. Sam was now only in his small boxers and he struggled, scared of this side of James, he didn't want it to hurt. James made a noise of frustration and roughly pushed him onto his front, grabbing one of Sam's trainers used its laces to wrap around Sam's wrists tightly behind his back.

He felt a chill in his spine, this was the true James. This was the James that he had been holding back from him all this time. The violent, hungry animalistic side that wanted to fuck him. He made another moan of desperation, he wanted to ask James to wait, to say he wasn't ready, not yet. But that moan changed half way into pleasure as James massaged his crotch.

'Whatever your mind is saying, your body sure wants it,' James whispered, feeling Sam's penis which was hard and aching, straining at the boxers in anticipation. His voice after such a prolonged silence caused another spike in his stomach.

With a sharp yank his ass was exposed to the cold air of the cell, and James made a noise of pleasure as he began to kiss and gently massage him. Sam felt tears spring into his eyes that he couldn't explain, only that he still didn't know what he wanted. His mind was at war with itself and he whimpered into the gag, his face buried in the thin damp pillow,. He strained his wrists against the tight strings of his laces, his shoulders were already sore from the odd position.

Wet fingers began to probe at his ass gently, he felt the cool saliva on James fingers as they massaged gently, one finger slowly slipping inside, causing him to moan. It felt good. This continued for a few more minutes another finger being added, the stretch made him wince but he couldn't deny the moans of pleasure escaping from his lips. After he got used to the pressure James suddenly pulled out his fingers. Sam felt disappointed, he was just beginning to enjoy the sensation when suddenly he felt something much fatter than a finger push gently against his asshole.

'Are you ready Sammy?' James whispered, hesitating, his penis pressed with a light pressure, one movement from Sammy would cause it to penetrate him. He stopped panting, holding his breath, trying to calm his mind. He squeezed his eyes tight and swallowed as he nodded his head.

James saw the nod and gently began to move, the head was big and it stretched far more than the fingers had. Sam made a whimper of pain, but James was careful moving slowly. James groaned in satisfaction as the head slid into his ass, he held it there for a moment.

'Good boy Sammy,' he said, a hand reaching out to stroke Sam's sweaty cheek. He turned his head to look at him, and he could see the satisfied smile on his face, he too was naked now. Sam rested his head back on the pillow, his breathing calming down. Sensing this James began to move again, pushing slowly, ever so slowly deeper. Whenever the pain got too much James would pause, sensing his unease and wait for him to calm down.

Eventually Sam felt James balls brush his own and both of them made a noise of satisfaction. Sam felt so full, it was a feeling like nothing else, it felt at the same time uncomfortable and yet fulfilling. Then James began to move, sliding in and out, Sam grunted with each movement, each thrust getting less and less painful. He felt a warmth in his very gut begin to grow, each time James slid in it felt like the warmth was heating up, spreading to the very extremities of his body, his fingertips and toes tingling with the pleasure. He moaned the feeling overwhelming his very core.

'Fuck Sammy, you feel so good. I'm close,' James panted, speeding up.

This was too much for Sam, the words, the speed, the ever growing heat grew to a roaring ferocity and he moaned his loudest moan yet into the gag, feeling as his penis shook, his pleasure rocketing onto his bedding. The vibrating pleasure that spread across his very skin seemed to trigger James as he too cried out in pure ecstasy. Sam felt his penis shudder as he was filled by a strange warmth that did not belong to him in his ass, he knew James must have finished and felt pleased that he had been able to give him the pleasure he had waited for all this time.

James pulled out from his ass and collapsed on top of him, sweaty and hot. Sam could feel his heart beat against his back and decided he liked the feeling. James gently untied his wrists, and Sam rotated them, his shoulders burning as they returned to their rightful position, he pulled the gag from his mouth and stretched his jaw. He looked at James who still lay on top of him, watching him with a small grin on his face.

'So, did you enjoy that after all?' he asked.

Sam blushed, 'I guess, yeah'

James raised an eyebrow, 'forgotten the rules so fast little Sammy?'

'Yes sir, I did,' he said, feeling the tingle in his stomach from calling him sir again.

'Who do you belong to?' James asked.

'I belong to you Sir,' he whispered back and James smiled, moving off of him to lay beside him. They lay on their backs and he took Sam's hand, playing with it in the air possessively.

'So what now Sir?' Sam asked quietly.

'Nothing changes,' James said sternly.

'But my appeal, it's next week and then-'

'Nothing changes,' James repeated. 'You are still leaving.'

Sam looked at him in shock, 'but just now, I thought that meant-'

'You don't belong here Sammy. You may belong to me, but not here. We can have a week. After that, you're free.'

'It may not be successful Sir'

'It will be,' James said, he had paid enough.

'Then I will wait for you,' he insisted and James laughed dryly.

'I have years to go kid, likely increasing now because of Neil. You will not wait for me, you hear?' James growled.

Sam swallowed sadly, 'Okay. One week?'

'One week.'

Sam hesitated, mulling over the next thought for a second before speaking.

'I love you Sir,' he said. James expression was unreadable, staring at him, tight jawed, but then his face softened and he smiled a small smile.

'I love you too kid,' he whispered.

What a week it was. They spent their days working in the prison, but their nights, their nights were magical. After a couple more times, Sam had begun to really get used to the feeling of being fucked, and enjoy it. He also had grown accustomed to James preferences of tying him up, and found he kind of enjoyed that too. He allowed him to try whatever he wanted, acting like a guinea pig as he played with Sam. Every now and then he would complain, saying that he didn't have the full supplies.

'Oh Sammy, you would love a butt plug' or 'Fuck you would look so hot with a ball gag'. Sam didn't know what these things were but could usually get the gist and would just smile, wide eyed.

However much they didn't want it to the morning of his appeal came around quickly, and soon they were awoken on their last morning together. Sam felt the tears pool in his eyes, looking at James sadly. He was awake, and looked like he had been most of the night, just watching him.

'Is this it?' Sam asked.

James said nothing. He just held him tighter to him, Sam pressing his face into his chest his tears falling onto James warm skin.

What felt like seconds later but could easily have been an hour they heard a rap on the door.

'Mr Hudson, I'm here to take you to your appeal.'

The guards voice broke their silence, the golden last minutes of time shattering. Sam's throat made a strange sobbing noise. The girl he had thought he loved had betrayed him. His family had forsaken him. His friends had abandoned him. The only person who had cared about him, was here and he had to leave him.

'Don't you dare screw this up,' James growled, his jaw tight his eyes narrow. 'You will do this, for me.'

Sam shook his head, 'no I don't want to-'

'Sammy!' he growled shaking him, 'I will never fucking forgive you. Promise me,' he spat. Sam said nothing and James shook him again, 'promise me!'

'okay, I promise, I promise,' Sam said, weeping now.

'Good boy,' he said, stroking his head gently, flattening his wild hair. 'Now go.'

Sam stood up from the bed, feeling like a child as he stumbled to the door, he looked back. James smiled a reassuring smile and Sam knew he would do this, for him.

**

The weeks after Sam left weren't James' proudest. He lost all chances of getting out on good behaviour as he had fight after fight in his block. Increasingly losing his privileges. He continued working for Craig, but James got angry whenever Craig suggested he cool down. He didn't want to cool down. This was how he could get through the day.

Craig kept telling him he had a surprise for him, but didn't tell him what it was. He got sick of the teasing eventually, but was impressed when he saw Craig had managed to get a strong network founded in the prison with several high ranking guards on side - not the way Neil had been, but enough that they had respect for each other and did him small favours from time to time.

He thought about Sam daily, he missed him in a way he had never known before. It made him feel weak. He thought that by now he would have been able to forget him, and yet he still woke up every night hoping that he would be asleep in the bunk below him, only to find it empty once again. He thought nothing would ease this agony, but he had a big thank you due for Craig. Because his surprise was more than he could ever have imagined.

'You've got a new cell mate,' the guard called up to James where he lay on his bed, reading his book for the fourth time. It was one of the guards that Craig worked with, Thompson. He winked at James as he pushed the door open. In walked Neil. He scowled at the guard and then at James.