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Sitting on the bathroom floor, Tom scrubbed halfheartedly at a toilet. Matty had the power to assign work detail and he had taken great delight in giving Tom the unenviable task of cleaning out the toilet block. Hanson did not really care, he wanted to be alone so he could think. The day was almost over and he was worried about what would happen to him once the lights went out. He was well aware that Matty would come for him and he did not think he could cope with another assault. He had been bleeding consistently from his rear end and had resorted to layering toilet paper in his underwear so the blood did not seep through. The shame and violation he felt was overwhelming and he had begun to pick nervously at the skin on his forearm. The subtle pain gave him a momentary sensation of pleasure and it took his mind off the real pain his body was suffering.
Throwing down the toilet brush, he hauled his aching body to a standing position just as the evening bell sounded. Eight o’clock was lockdown and as he entered the recreation room, he saw Matty finishing a game of pool with Bloodhound. Before he could turn away, the teen blew him a kiss. “See you tonight gorgeous boy,” Richardson called out as the room erupted into laughter. Hanson’s face burned red and he hurried to his cell and slammed the door closed. He immediately started to pace up and down the room in agitation, much as Doug had done on their first night of incarceration. He was so caught up in his distress that he was not aware that he was again picking at his flesh until he looked down and saw his bloodied fingers and arm. He quickly turned on the faucet and washed away the traces of blood. As he stepped away to grab some toilet paper to press down onto his wounds, he spied his toothbrush and an idea slowly formed in his mind. Picking it up, he sat down on the concrete floor and holding the brush part in his hand, he started to rub the handle against the cement. He was not sure that he would ever resort to using a homemade shiv but at least he would have a weapon handy if his situation became too dire. Every ten minutes he tested the sharpness against the skin of his arm, instantly feeling the combination of pleasure and pain as the plastic scraped across his flesh. After an hour of scraping, the lights went out but Hanson continued his task until his arm grew weary. The handle was not yet sharp enough to be an effective weapon but it was sharp enough to break the skin. Standing up, Tom pulled off his boots and socks and unzipping his jeans he let the fabric fall to the floor before stepping away and kicking them to one side. Sitting on his bed, he bent up his leg to reveal the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Grasping the improvised tool in his damaged hand, he dug it into his flesh and scraped it downwards, opening up a narrow wound. The pleasure center in his brain triggered and a flood of dopamine released into his body, causing him to shiver. He stood up and placed the shiv back in the cup holding his toothpaste. By all appearances, it still looked like a normal toothbrush.
Lying down on his bunk, he wondered if he should keep hold of the shiv and try to defend himself if Matty kept his promise and paid him a visit. But he was terrified that if he started to attack the teen, he might not be able to stop and then it would be he who was up on a murder charge. As a cop, he could not come to terms with taking the life of a teenager. He had pledged an oath to never betray his badge, his integrity, his character or the public’s trust. He had also sworn to hold himself accountable for his actions and as the son of a police officer, his father had taught him from an early age to respect the force and all that it stood for.
Deciding that he could not risk using the shiv, Tom threw an arm over his eyes and waited. Although tired, he could not relax enough to sleep. Noises around The Zone slowly faded as the inmates fell asleep. Hanson’s ears remained tuned to any sound that would alert him to Matty’s arrival. He unconsciously picked at his arm as his stress levels increased. After two hours, he heard footsteps and whispering outside his room. He instantly sat up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at his cell door. The sound of a key turning signaled the beginning of his nightmare.
“Hey gorgeous boy, did you miss me?” Matty whispered, his comment causing an eruption of giggling and snorting from his flunkies.
Tom remained silent, watching in horror as Richardson and five other youths entered his cell. They closed the door softly behind them and surrounded Hanson’s bunk.
“Aw, c’mon Tommy. Can’t you show me a little enthusiasm?” Matty teased, sitting down on the bunk and draping his arm around Tom’s trembling shoulders.
“Matty please,” Tom whispered, unable to keep the terror out of his voice. “Don’t, okay? I don’t think I can take it, not again.”
“Oh you’ll take it,” Matty replied in a hard voice. “And one day gorgeous boy, you’ll learn to like it. But I’ll tell you what. ‘Cause I’m a nice guy, I’ll use lube this time, make it a little easier on you. Does that make you happy?”
When Tom did not answer, Matty pulled a shiv out of his pocket and placed it against the terrified officer’s throat. “I’m giving you a choice McQuaid. I fuck you with lubrication or without lubrication. Either way, you’re gonna get fucked. Now, if you don’t tell me which one you prefer, I’ll make the decision and trust me, you won’t like the outcome.”
No longer able to control his emotions, tears filled Tom’s brown eyes at the hopelessness of the situation. “W-with,” he stammered quietly.
Matty nodded at Bloodhound and the lanky youth silently left the room, returning minutes later with a bottle of lotion.
Squeezing Tom’s shoulders in a pseudo loving gesture, Matty pulled Tom off the bed. Hanson’s survival instinct immediately kicked in and he started to struggle. The sharp point of the shiv pressed against his neck and he stopped, fearing injury. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Matty growled into Tom’s ear.
Hanson stopped moving and allowed Richardson to maneuver him over to the hand basin, where strong hands bent him over and held him firm. He screwed his eyes shut as Matty pulled down his boxers and touched his opening. “Aw baby, did I make you bleed?” the teen murmured.
Tom’s face reddened and tears of humiliation slid down his cheeks as the room exploded into laughter. As Matty rubbed the lotion against his hole and Hanson instantly felt a burning sensation as the cream seeped into his damaged anus. He flinched when Matty roughly inserted and removed a finger several times, opening him up. He could hear the sound of raspy breathing renting the room and the air hung heavy with arousal. Soft murmurs spurred Matty on as he unzipped his jeans and released his fully erect cock. Leaning forward, he whispered lovingly in Tom’s ear. “Ready gorgeous?”
When Tom did not answer, Bloodhound twisted his fingers backwards, causing the cop to yelp in pain. “Matty asked you a question maggot,” the youth spat angrily. “Show some respect!”
“Yesss!” Tom hissed as he started to sob. “Oh God, why won’t somebody help me!”
“Sorry McQuaid, God ain’t listening,” Matty laughed and he pushed his throbbing cock deep inside Tom’s body. He let out a loud groan as he slowly started to rock his hips backwards and forwards. “Fuck Tommy, you’re one tight little bitch.”
The pain was just as intense as it had been the night before and a callused hand quickly muffled Tom’s distressed cries. Matty once again reached down and started fondling Hanson’s cock. “C’mon gorgeous, don’t you wanna come?” he whispered hoarsely as he increased his pace. “Come for me Tommy, come for me.”
“Nooo!” Tom screamed against Bloodhound’s palm.
Matty’s grunting intensified as he slammed his cock deep inside Hanson’s damaged body. “Hell yeah!” he cried in delight, his orgasm rising. “Take that you little bitch! Oh fuck… oh fuck… Fuuuck!”
Tom could feel Matty’s hot semen shooting into his body and he shuddered with revulsion. As his attacker pulled out and Bloodhound removed his hand, he felt a surge of relief that he had survived another assault but his reprieve was short lived when a husky voice sounded from the corner of the room. “I want a go Matty.”
“NO!” Tom screamed hysterically, beginning to thrash wildly in an attempt to break free from those still holding him down. “No more! Oh God Matty, please! No more!”
Richardson squatted down so he could make eye contact with Hanson. “Sorry gorgeous, but if Stevie wants to take you for a ride, who am I to stop him.”
“Please!” Hanson sobbed uncontrollably. “I can’t take it, I can’t!”
“C’mon McQuaid, man up!” Matty laughed as he slapped Tom’s cheek.
Bloodhound slammed his hand back over Tom’s mouth before he could reply. Hanson continued to scream as Stevie took Matty's place. The assault lasted only a few minutes but someone else quickly replaced Stevie and so it went on until everyone except Bloodhound had taken their turn. When the rapes were finally over, the restraining hands released Tom and threw him onto the hard, concrete floor. Matty stared down at him with narrow, uncaring eyes. “Morty will be here soon to take you for a shower. We can’t have any evidence, can we?” he taunted callously. When Hanson continued to sob, Matty gave his victim what he considered a compassionate look. “You know what gorgeous boy? If you just tried to enjoy it you wouldn’t find it so bad.”
“Go to hell!” Tom spat, his breath hitching in his throat.
Matty threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Oh Tommy! Don’t you get it? We’re already there!”
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