Chapter 3
Scott awoke in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare, sitting bolt upright on the bunk with a scream locked in his throat. He looked around wildly, not recognizing his surroundings. He started to panic, his breathing picking up as he began to hyperventilate. Where was he?! What was happening?! A little whimper escaped his lips, as his body began to shake uncontrollably.
Hands touched him, ands he did scream then. But a voice spoke soothingly in his ear as he was enfolded in a tight embrace. “Scott, calm down. Take deep breaths. It’s okay. You’re all right,” a slightly familiar voice crooned.
That voice helped a little, as did being hugged and rocked gently. Scott’s sleep-befuddled brain began to clear a bit of the fog that had ensnared it, and he realized that he was in the cell with Antonio. His new ‘home’. The man holding him was his cellmate, Antonio Mazinar. The slightly-accented voice seemed musical in his ear, and it helped him to concentrate and fight off his incipient panic attack. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, relaxing in Antonio’s arms. “Better now?” Antonio asked him softly, and he nodded.
“Sorry,” he rasped, feeling embarrassed.
“There’s no need for you to feel sorry, Scott. This place is enough to give anyone bad dreams, especially on their first night here. I had nightmares for months after I arrived.”
This made him feel a bit better, as did the warmth and strength of Antonio’s body. He relaxed back against it, letting out a tired sigh. “You can…go back to sleep now,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”
“I think not,” Antonio remarked sternly, and then to Scott’s surprise he found himself being pushed up against the concrete wall a little so that Antonio could slide into the narrow bunk next to him. “Turn sideways,” Antonio told him, and when Scott did as he was told he found that they could both fit on the bunk - even if it was a pretty tight fit.
His eyes searched Antonio’s face in the shadows, but he could barely make out the man’s features let alone read his expression. “Go back to sleep, Scott. I’ll be right here,” Antonio told him quietly, his fingers tracing Scott’s face lightly.
Slowly, uncertainly, he laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was far too aware of the warmth, hardness, and nearness of Antonio’s body, pressed up to his from chest to groin. An arm curled over him waist, and fingers splayed over his back and began to caress lightly down over the white t-shirt that(along with a pair of prison-issued boxer shorts) was the only thing that Scott had worn to bed. This soothing caress, while somewhat arousing, also helped to drive whatever fears that were lingering away. Scott found himself being drawn down into sleep, and his eyes flickered shut as he fell into a now nearly dreamless slumber for the rest of the night.
He awoke with a start when the lights flashed on in both their cell and the corridor beyond. The first thing he saw was Antonio’s face, resting on the pillow next to his. The man’s rather sensual mouth was slightly open as he breathed, and long dark lashes that would have been the envy of any woman rested on his cheeks. Asleep, he looked relaxed and a little soft. Like a young boy sleeping. The dominating personality behind that face was switched off. Scott found himself fascinated by this glimpse of what a younger Antonio might have looked like.
But not for long. Antonio’s eyes flickered open, and he lifted his head from the pillow. “Morning comes,” he murmured, “Inevitably. Did you sleep well, Scott?”
“Yes. Thanks for sleeping with me,” he said shyly, then realized how that sounded.
Antonio’s lips lifted on a flicker of a smile. “You’re most welcome. Actually, though, I enjoyed it as well. It’s been some time since I actually slept with someone else. Come now; we have to arise and get dressed. First we’re escorted to the showers, then we’re issued clean clothes and taken to breakfast. After that, we report to work.”
“Work?” Scott asked as he sat up and Antonio rolled smoothly off the bunk and got to his feet. “What kind of work?”
“Normally you’d be assigned something like working in the laundry, but I had a word with a guard last night. He spoke to the warden, who was gracious enough to assign you to work with me in the prison library/computer lab. You’ll be working with me today,” Antonio explained as he picked up his orange jumpsuit and began to slide into it with the grace of someone who was used to wearing such garments.
Scott gaped at him. Antonio had that much pull with the warden?! Seeing his expression, Antonio smiled slightly. “I do have a certain amount of influence in this place, Scott,” he said calmly. “It’s useful to have connections and ‘pull’ in this cesspool. It makes life much easier. Come now; don’t worry about it. We have to get dressed. The guards will be here soon to escort us to the showers.”
Scott scrambled off the bunk and hurriedly(also much more awkwardly) pulled on his orange jumpsuit. He gasped a little when long fingers took charge of the zipper on the front and pulled it the rest of the way up. “There. You’re ready for the day,” Antonio said easily, chucking him under the chin with his fingertips. “Or at least you are until you have to put on your new clean jumpsuit after we take our showers. Ahh,” he said as a buzzing sound heralded the door sliding open, “Time to go. Stay behind me, Scott.”
He was happy to. Once again they walked slowly out of their cell to join a growing line of prisoners from their cell block. But this time they were marched along to a sort of empty locker room place with benches lining it and hampers set out for their dirty clothes. Beyond it Scott could see a huge open space with tired green-and-white tiles and shower heads protruding from the walls at intervals. He went cold when he realized that he had to walk out there buck-naked in front of all of these feral-looking prisoners, and he froze.
A hand on his arm made him jump about a foot in the air. “Easy, Scott,” Antonio said. “You can do this. Just remember - as long as you’re with me, none of them will come near you. I promise. Now take off your clothes. You have no choice in the matter, and you’ll simply have to get used to taking showers with others. It’s just like gym class in high school…only the bullies are very nasty around here.”
His words helped Scott to begin pulling off his jumpsuit with stumbling fingers. It helped to divert his attention off of his predicament somewhat that Antonio was getting undressed beside him…the man had a great body! Scott did some ogling as Antonio stepped out of his prison-issued underwear, revealing a tight, strong ass and a back that rippled with muscle. Antonio wasn’t heavily bulked up, but he obviously worked out. His shoulders were broader than his somewhat narrow hips, and his body was smooth and almost hairless except for his armpits, a trail down his stomach, and his groin. Scott found himself looking there the most; he almost licked his lips as he stared at the nice-looking cock dangling between Antonio’s thighs. It was uncircumcised, the first dick with a ‘coat’ that he’d ever seen.
“Your eyes are going to fall out of your head, Scott,” a faintly amused voice said.
His eyes flew to Antonio’s face, and he turned rather red when he saw the dark gaze watching him. He’d been caught checking the man out. Antonio’s lips quirked. “I’d say look all you like, but we are on a schedule,” he murmured, making Scott’s face feel like it was burning. “Let’s go,” he made a gesture toward the showers, and the prisoners walking into the tiled space to bathe themselves.
Scott hurriedly slid out of his underwear, and followed after Antonio as the other man walked into the shower. Embarrassed he might feel about checking Antonio out so blatantly, but that didn’t mean that he was going to stray away from the man when they were surrounded by all of these hulking, dangerous-looking - and naked - men. He cringed as their hungry gazes swept over his body, and wished that he could plaster himself to Antonio’s side rather than just standing next to him. Antonio handed him a bar of soap. “Wash yourself,” he directed Scott calmly. “Just remember, they can look but they cannot touch.”
This only reassured him a little, but he took the soap and began to lather himself up hurriedly. The quicker he got clean, the quicker he could get out of here and put some clothes back on. Sure, they wouldn’t be much of a barrier if any of these men decided to have their way with him; but it would still make him feel better to be covered by something other than soap suds. He was so worked up and scared that he forgot to admire the sight of Antonio washing himself. He scrubbed at his own body, then ducked under the spray to clean himself off.
When he stepped back and looked hopefully at Antonio, the other man shook his head. “Wait a moment, please. I’m almost done.”
He stood there shivering faintly(the room was a bit cold), trying not to see the many eyes staring at him. Finally Antonio finished his morning ablutions, and turned to Scott. “Let’s go,” he said, and Scott was happy to walk with him to a spot in the locker room where prisoners were handing out clean sets of jumpsuits, underwear, and socks to the prisoners so that they could get dressed. They both collected a pile of clothes, and went to the bench where they’d left their shoes. Scott pulled on the clothes with a happy sigh, glad to be dressed once again even if it was only this ugly jumpsuit.
Antonio was already dressed and was smoothing his wet hair with his hands. “Breakfast next. I’m hungry. What about you, Scott?”
Surprisingly, he found that he was. He was glad to fall into line once again to go to the cafeteria. Here he found a repeat of last night - he and Antonio shared a table by themselves, and the other prisoners threw Antonio wary looks as they ate scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. Antonio handed him his toast, and he took it with thanks. He had orange juice, but Antonio was sipping at a cup of hot tea.
After they’d put their empty trays onto a bus cart, they left the cafeteria together to go to their job. The guards merely nodded at them as they left; apparently they weren’t the least concerned about Antonio wandering around the prison without an escort. He nodded at them graciously in return, and said: “Good morning,” as though he were a king talking to a subject. Scott was amazed.
He followed Antonio to their destination, the prison library/computer lab. It mostly looked the same as every other library that he’d ever seen. The computers were older, but not ancient, and there were signs for ‘quiet’ at intervals. An older man was sitting behind a small desk reading a book, and he glanced up as Antonio and Scott came into the library. “Morning, Antonio,” he said as he laid his book down on the desk.
“Good morning, Tom,” Antonio replied. “Id like you to meet our new worker. This is Scott. Scott, this is Tom Hardy, our Head Librarian.”
The older man laughed dryly. “Close enough,” he agreed. “Nice to meet you, Scott. Are you new here?”
He nodded as Antonio said: “Scott just arrived last night. He’s my new cellmate.”
“Ahh,” the older man said, and a cynical look flashed over his face. “I see.”
“Yes. I’ll show Scott around,” Antonio said coolly.
“Sure, you do that,” Tom remarked, shaking his head a little as he returned to his book.
A/N: Ohh, pull with the warden...Antonio just keeps getting more mysterious, doesn't he? :P
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Scott awoke in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare, sitting bolt upright on the bunk with a scream locked in his throat. He looked around wildly, not recognizing his surroundings. He started to panic, his breathing picking up as he began to hyperventilate. Where was he?! What was happening?! A little whimper escaped his lips, as his body began to shake uncontrollably.
Hands touched him, ands he did scream then. But a voice spoke soothingly in his ear as he was enfolded in a tight embrace. “Scott, calm down. Take deep breaths. It’s okay. You’re all right,” a slightly familiar voice crooned.
That voice helped a little, as did being hugged and rocked gently. Scott’s sleep-befuddled brain began to clear a bit of the fog that had ensnared it, and he realized that he was in the cell with Antonio. His new ‘home’. The man holding him was his cellmate, Antonio Mazinar. The slightly-accented voice seemed musical in his ear, and it helped him to concentrate and fight off his incipient panic attack. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, relaxing in Antonio’s arms. “Better now?” Antonio asked him softly, and he nodded.
“Sorry,” he rasped, feeling embarrassed.
“There’s no need for you to feel sorry, Scott. This place is enough to give anyone bad dreams, especially on their first night here. I had nightmares for months after I arrived.”
This made him feel a bit better, as did the warmth and strength of Antonio’s body. He relaxed back against it, letting out a tired sigh. “You can…go back to sleep now,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”
“I think not,” Antonio remarked sternly, and then to Scott’s surprise he found himself being pushed up against the concrete wall a little so that Antonio could slide into the narrow bunk next to him. “Turn sideways,” Antonio told him, and when Scott did as he was told he found that they could both fit on the bunk - even if it was a pretty tight fit.
His eyes searched Antonio’s face in the shadows, but he could barely make out the man’s features let alone read his expression. “Go back to sleep, Scott. I’ll be right here,” Antonio told him quietly, his fingers tracing Scott’s face lightly.
Slowly, uncertainly, he laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was far too aware of the warmth, hardness, and nearness of Antonio’s body, pressed up to his from chest to groin. An arm curled over him waist, and fingers splayed over his back and began to caress lightly down over the white t-shirt that(along with a pair of prison-issued boxer shorts) was the only thing that Scott had worn to bed. This soothing caress, while somewhat arousing, also helped to drive whatever fears that were lingering away. Scott found himself being drawn down into sleep, and his eyes flickered shut as he fell into a now nearly dreamless slumber for the rest of the night.
He awoke with a start when the lights flashed on in both their cell and the corridor beyond. The first thing he saw was Antonio’s face, resting on the pillow next to his. The man’s rather sensual mouth was slightly open as he breathed, and long dark lashes that would have been the envy of any woman rested on his cheeks. Asleep, he looked relaxed and a little soft. Like a young boy sleeping. The dominating personality behind that face was switched off. Scott found himself fascinated by this glimpse of what a younger Antonio might have looked like.
But not for long. Antonio’s eyes flickered open, and he lifted his head from the pillow. “Morning comes,” he murmured, “Inevitably. Did you sleep well, Scott?”
“Yes. Thanks for sleeping with me,” he said shyly, then realized how that sounded.
Antonio’s lips lifted on a flicker of a smile. “You’re most welcome. Actually, though, I enjoyed it as well. It’s been some time since I actually slept with someone else. Come now; we have to arise and get dressed. First we’re escorted to the showers, then we’re issued clean clothes and taken to breakfast. After that, we report to work.”
“Work?” Scott asked as he sat up and Antonio rolled smoothly off the bunk and got to his feet. “What kind of work?”
“Normally you’d be assigned something like working in the laundry, but I had a word with a guard last night. He spoke to the warden, who was gracious enough to assign you to work with me in the prison library/computer lab. You’ll be working with me today,” Antonio explained as he picked up his orange jumpsuit and began to slide into it with the grace of someone who was used to wearing such garments.
Scott gaped at him. Antonio had that much pull with the warden?! Seeing his expression, Antonio smiled slightly. “I do have a certain amount of influence in this place, Scott,” he said calmly. “It’s useful to have connections and ‘pull’ in this cesspool. It makes life much easier. Come now; don’t worry about it. We have to get dressed. The guards will be here soon to escort us to the showers.”
Scott scrambled off the bunk and hurriedly(also much more awkwardly) pulled on his orange jumpsuit. He gasped a little when long fingers took charge of the zipper on the front and pulled it the rest of the way up. “There. You’re ready for the day,” Antonio said easily, chucking him under the chin with his fingertips. “Or at least you are until you have to put on your new clean jumpsuit after we take our showers. Ahh,” he said as a buzzing sound heralded the door sliding open, “Time to go. Stay behind me, Scott.”
He was happy to. Once again they walked slowly out of their cell to join a growing line of prisoners from their cell block. But this time they were marched along to a sort of empty locker room place with benches lining it and hampers set out for their dirty clothes. Beyond it Scott could see a huge open space with tired green-and-white tiles and shower heads protruding from the walls at intervals. He went cold when he realized that he had to walk out there buck-naked in front of all of these feral-looking prisoners, and he froze.
A hand on his arm made him jump about a foot in the air. “Easy, Scott,” Antonio said. “You can do this. Just remember - as long as you’re with me, none of them will come near you. I promise. Now take off your clothes. You have no choice in the matter, and you’ll simply have to get used to taking showers with others. It’s just like gym class in high school…only the bullies are very nasty around here.”
His words helped Scott to begin pulling off his jumpsuit with stumbling fingers. It helped to divert his attention off of his predicament somewhat that Antonio was getting undressed beside him…the man had a great body! Scott did some ogling as Antonio stepped out of his prison-issued underwear, revealing a tight, strong ass and a back that rippled with muscle. Antonio wasn’t heavily bulked up, but he obviously worked out. His shoulders were broader than his somewhat narrow hips, and his body was smooth and almost hairless except for his armpits, a trail down his stomach, and his groin. Scott found himself looking there the most; he almost licked his lips as he stared at the nice-looking cock dangling between Antonio’s thighs. It was uncircumcised, the first dick with a ‘coat’ that he’d ever seen.
“Your eyes are going to fall out of your head, Scott,” a faintly amused voice said.
His eyes flew to Antonio’s face, and he turned rather red when he saw the dark gaze watching him. He’d been caught checking the man out. Antonio’s lips quirked. “I’d say look all you like, but we are on a schedule,” he murmured, making Scott’s face feel like it was burning. “Let’s go,” he made a gesture toward the showers, and the prisoners walking into the tiled space to bathe themselves.
Scott hurriedly slid out of his underwear, and followed after Antonio as the other man walked into the shower. Embarrassed he might feel about checking Antonio out so blatantly, but that didn’t mean that he was going to stray away from the man when they were surrounded by all of these hulking, dangerous-looking - and naked - men. He cringed as their hungry gazes swept over his body, and wished that he could plaster himself to Antonio’s side rather than just standing next to him. Antonio handed him a bar of soap. “Wash yourself,” he directed Scott calmly. “Just remember, they can look but they cannot touch.”
This only reassured him a little, but he took the soap and began to lather himself up hurriedly. The quicker he got clean, the quicker he could get out of here and put some clothes back on. Sure, they wouldn’t be much of a barrier if any of these men decided to have their way with him; but it would still make him feel better to be covered by something other than soap suds. He was so worked up and scared that he forgot to admire the sight of Antonio washing himself. He scrubbed at his own body, then ducked under the spray to clean himself off.
When he stepped back and looked hopefully at Antonio, the other man shook his head. “Wait a moment, please. I’m almost done.”
He stood there shivering faintly(the room was a bit cold), trying not to see the many eyes staring at him. Finally Antonio finished his morning ablutions, and turned to Scott. “Let’s go,” he said, and Scott was happy to walk with him to a spot in the locker room where prisoners were handing out clean sets of jumpsuits, underwear, and socks to the prisoners so that they could get dressed. They both collected a pile of clothes, and went to the bench where they’d left their shoes. Scott pulled on the clothes with a happy sigh, glad to be dressed once again even if it was only this ugly jumpsuit.
Antonio was already dressed and was smoothing his wet hair with his hands. “Breakfast next. I’m hungry. What about you, Scott?”
Surprisingly, he found that he was. He was glad to fall into line once again to go to the cafeteria. Here he found a repeat of last night - he and Antonio shared a table by themselves, and the other prisoners threw Antonio wary looks as they ate scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. Antonio handed him his toast, and he took it with thanks. He had orange juice, but Antonio was sipping at a cup of hot tea.
After they’d put their empty trays onto a bus cart, they left the cafeteria together to go to their job. The guards merely nodded at them as they left; apparently they weren’t the least concerned about Antonio wandering around the prison without an escort. He nodded at them graciously in return, and said: “Good morning,” as though he were a king talking to a subject. Scott was amazed.
He followed Antonio to their destination, the prison library/computer lab. It mostly looked the same as every other library that he’d ever seen. The computers were older, but not ancient, and there were signs for ‘quiet’ at intervals. An older man was sitting behind a small desk reading a book, and he glanced up as Antonio and Scott came into the library. “Morning, Antonio,” he said as he laid his book down on the desk.
“Good morning, Tom,” Antonio replied. “Id like you to meet our new worker. This is Scott. Scott, this is Tom Hardy, our Head Librarian.”
The older man laughed dryly. “Close enough,” he agreed. “Nice to meet you, Scott. Are you new here?”
He nodded as Antonio said: “Scott just arrived last night. He’s my new cellmate.”
“Ahh,” the older man said, and a cynical look flashed over his face. “I see.”
“Yes. I’ll show Scott around,” Antonio said coolly.
“Sure, you do that,” Tom remarked, shaking his head a little as he returned to his book.
A/N: Ohh, pull with the warden...Antonio just keeps getting more mysterious, doesn't he? :P
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