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Standing in line with his hands and feet shackled to an adjoining chain, Tom felt as though he was in a dream. Judge James’ words echoed in his head. “Thomas James Hanson, I hereby sentence you to a term of three years imprisonment to be served at the California State Prison. You will be eligible for parole in one year.” Hanson knew that he was extremely lucky; the sentence could have been as high as eleven years. However, he had barely survived a month in jail and he could not imagine spending the next year of his life living in constant fear. His persona had changed dramatically during his time in jail and no longer was he the happy, carefree Tom Hanson that he had been only a few short months ago. He was now timid and anxious and the effects of the change in his personality showed in his physical appearance. His weight had dropped dramatically because he barely ate and rarely slept. He had bitten his nails down to the quick, dark smudges blackened his eyes and he had developed the nervous habit of chewing on his lower lip. Tears constantly threatened to spill from his tortured eyes and he scarcely spoke. He was no longer a human being; he was an object, just a toy for others to play with.
As the line of men moved forward, Tom attempted to block out what was happening. He knew the routine, the strip search came first and then the shower, all in front of the prying eyes of the correctional officers. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could still hear the taunting comments and feel the probing hands violating his already abused body. A hack snorted when he saw the bite marks covering his body. “Mmm,” the man chuckled as he trailed a finger down Tom’s bruised body. “Looks like someone’s a tasty treat.”
Laughter echoed around the room and Tom automatically lowered his eyes in submission. He stepped into the shower and tilting his head back, he let the cascading water hide the tears that fell from his eyes. Never in his life had he felt so alone, not even when he was in solitary. He was trapped inside a living nightmare and he wondered if he would ever wake up and be free from the torture.
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Six months later
Brushing his teeth at the small hand basin in his cell, Hanson suddenly felt a large hand cup his genitals. “Hurry up pretty boy,” Jeffrey Talbot whispered in his ear. “I wanna play.”
Lifting his head, Tom stared blankly at the reflection of the man standing behind him. Talbot had been his cellmate since he had left the evaluation unit and joined general population and the wiry, tattooed man had wasted no time in claiming him as his prag. A convicted murderer, Talbot took pleasure in cutting Hanson’s body with a homemade shiv and sucking the blood before sexually assaulting him. In the six months that Tom had been at the penitentiary, barely a day had gone by where he had not suffered some form of abuse. By far the worst had been the gang rape that had occurred on the second morning of his incarceration in gen pop and the assault had been so brutal that he had spent a week in the infirmary, healing from his injuries. After a psychiatric evaluation, the doctor had prescribed him antidepressants to help with his high levels of anxiety. However, the downside to taking the drug was that it made him more compliant and he had therefore become an easy target for Talbot.
Spitting out his toothpaste, Tom wiped a hand over his mouth and followed Talbot over to his bunk. Stripping off his boxers, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Talbot quickly undressed and moving forward, he placed his hands on either side of Tom’s head. “Suck me,” he instructed in a low, husky voice.
Moistening his cracked lips, Hanson leaned forward and took Talbot’s large, semi erect cock into his mouth. As he moved his lips up and down the long shaft, he could feel Talbot stroking his hair. “Yeah,” the inmate breathed as he rocked his hips forwards and backwards. “Suck me with that pretty mouth.”
Tom knew exactly the right moment to stop. He had been pleasuring Talbot for six months and he knew the man wanted to be hard but not close to orgasm. Parting his lips, he pulled back and moving backwards onto his bed, he lay down. Bending up his knees, he spread open his legs. Talbot kneeled in between his open thighs and pulled out the shank that lay hidden in the seam of the mattress. His blue eyes glinted with excitement as he placed the blade beneath Tom’s nipple. “Ready for some fun pretty boy?” he murmured and pressing down against the soft skin of Tom’s chest, he opened up a two inch wound. Blood immediately bubbled to the surface and leaning forward, he lapped and sucked at the amber fluid.
Lifting his head, he perused Tom’s scarred torso until he found a piece of undamaged skin. Again, he used the blade to slice open the silky flesh, this time making the wound much deeper. Blood seeped out of the cut and trickled down Tom’s thin body. Grinning manically, Talbot ducked his head and licked at the flowing juices, savoring the salty taste against his tongue. When he was sated, he lifted his head and sat back, his eyes gazing longingly at Tom’s naked body. “Do you want me to suck you pretty boy?” he asked softly.
Although Tom stared back vacantly, his head gave an almost imperceptible nod. Running his fingers up and down Tom’s semi erect cock, Talbot gave him a serious look. “You know what I have to do before I suck you?” he teased softly.
Tom nodded again and a huge smile split open Talbot’s face. Adjusting his grip on the shank, he placed it against Tom’s perineum and began to make several short, shallow cuts across the tender flesh. Hanson flinched slightly but he made no sound. Satisfied with his handy work, Talbot bent forward and slowly licked the blood that had seeped to the surface. His tongue moved upward and when his mouth sucked at Tom’s sac, he grinned when he heard a low groan. He then licked Tom’s cock from root to tip before engulfing him in his hot mouth. Tom cried out and bucked his hips forward but he immediately stopped when he received a stinging blow to the side of his head. “You almost choked me you little bitch,” Talbot scolded him.
Fear filled Tom’s eyes and he began to chew furiously on his lower lip. He did not want to make Talbot mad; the last time he had pissed him off, he had ended up in the hospital with several broken ribs.
Seeing Tom’s distress, Talbot’s expression softened somewhat but his eyes remained deranged. “You know I’m gonna have to punish you for that,” he crooned softly. “What’s it gonna be, huh? You’ve got two choices, I fuck you and then I fist you or I organize two or three of my buddies to join us for a private party. Your choice brown eyes.”
Tears leaked from the corner of Tom’s eyes and he stifled a sob. “F-fisting,” he stammered. He wanted the punishment over and done with and he knew he could not cope with another gang rape.
Talbot licked his lips in anticipation. “But first we’re gonna fuck,” he chuckled. “And you’d better not come until I tell you to.”
“I w-won’t,” Tom whispered and when he felt Talbot’s cock entering his body, he closed his eyes and thought of Booker. It was a dangerous game to play because thoughts of Booker increased his chances of coming before Talbot gave him permission. However, if he let his mind acknowledge the sexual abuse, he knew he would go slowly mad. This was his way of surviving the horrors he endured.
Talbot’s grunts became louder and Tom concentrated on not losing control. His cock wept heavily from the anal stimulation and he bit down hard on his lower lip. Blood assaulted his taste buds and he took delight from the salty flavor. For a moment, he wondered if he was becoming as licentious as Talbot was but the thought quickly vanished when he heard a scream of delight as his cellmate reached his orgasm. He felt his abuser’s body shuddering against him and his heart began to pound for what was about to come.
Talbot withdrew his softening cock and grinned down into Tom’s frightened eyes. “Good boy,” he murmured, when he saw Hanson’s erection lying against his belly. “I’m gonna let you come now and then I’m gonna ram my fist so far up your ass you’ll be screaming for mercy.”
Although terrified, Tom closed his eyes and allowed himself to take pleasure from Talbot jerking him off. His climax was forceful and semen coated his stomach. However, the gratification was short lived as Talbot inserted first one finger and then a second into his anus. He suppressed a cry of pain as the third, and fourth finger entered him without the use of any lubrication.
Once he had inserted his thumb, Talbot began to rotate his hand until it was completely inside. He then began to move his hand in and out, being careful not to touch Tom’s prostate. This was not about giving pleasure, it was about causing pain and as Tom’s rectal wall tore, blood seeped out and coated Talbot’s hand. Laughing manically, he stared into Hanson’s anguished face and continued his torture. Only when Tom’s head lolled to one side as he passed out, did Talbot stop. Removing his hand, he stared at the bloodstain on the blanket beneath Tom’s body and grinned. That would teach the little bitch to ram his cock down his throat.
Standing up, he washed his hands and climbed up onto the top bunk. He felt no concern for the battered body lying beneath him and closing his eyes, he fell asleep with a clear conscience.
**
Opening his eyes, Tom groaned in pain. Reaching down, he gently probed his aching anus and his fingers came away bloody. Struggling to a sitting position, he remained seated until the room stopped spinning. Getting carefully to his feet, he stumbled over to the toilet and ripping off a large wad of toilet paper, he soaked it under the faucet and attempted to clean himself up. The pain inside him was excruciating and he wondered how much internal damage he had suffered.
Throwing the bloodied toilet paper into the lavatory, he walked unsteadily back to his bunk. His stomach lurched when he saw blood and semen covering his blanket and ripping it from the mattress, he threw it across the room. Climbing into bed, he pulled the thin sheet up to his chin and closing his eyes, he concentrated on trying to stop his body from shaking. Not for the first time, thoughts of suicide entered his mind. It would be so easy to take the shiv and slit his wrists and his pain would be gone forever. No one would care, he had pushed his friends away months ago, refusing their visits and destroying their letters before he had even read them. His mother was too preoccupied with her new boyfriend to bother driving the hundred and twenty mile round trip to visit him. There was only one person who prevented him from taking his own life and that person was Booker. Since his release, Tom had not had any contact with the man who now plagued his every thought. However, he knew he could not leave the earth’s mortal plain without ever seeing the dark haired officer again. When he was still receiving visits from Penhall, he had asked after Booker’s welfare but no one at the Chapel had seen him since his release. There were rumors that he had left the state but Fuller had not received a formal resignation so no one really knew for sure.
Hot tears leaked from Tom’s closed eyelids. The only thought that prevented him from losing his mind completely was the belief that one day, he and Booker would reunite and that they would repair their shattered relationship.
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