I swallowed down a hard lump.
“More than likely, it ain’t going to be so dramatic, you know? You’re going to have guys asking to be your daddy. Saying to you, ‘Hey, you want to be my kid? I can protect you and get you shit.’ There’s lots of guys in arrangements. Some guys just survive that way. This ain’t a rape situation. You’re giving and you’re getting and you’re surviving. Some guys get by their whole time just giving head. It ain’t the worst thing in the fucking world. Unless he starts renting your ass out. That’s a fucking raw deal. I got no respect for fuckers like that. A boy’s ass is worth more than a six pack of ramen and an Eskimo pie.”
I groaned as the nausea pooled back in my stomach.
“I’ll tell you the truth though? More than likely one of the Aryans or one of the big gang leaders is going to call dibs on you. It’s not going to be a black guy, so don’t worry about that. The Aryans would retaliate because you’re white. If a black guy rapes you he’ll be dead the next day with his dick cut off and shoved down his throat.”
“What do you mean call dibs?”
“Yeah, so, what I’m saying is one of the leaders is probably going to call dibs and that will keep all the small-time cons off you. You’ll figure out who it is pretty quick. Hell, I’ll tell you myself if I see it happen.”
I put my face in my hands. “Fuck.”
“No, dude, actually it’s a good thing. Well, it depends. Fuck, when I got here, motherfucking Hershel Wright was saying my ass was his. We worked together in the machine shop and we were cool, you know? But it started getting around that I was going to be his kid, and I settled that shit straight up. I ain’t nobody’s boy. ‘You’re going to have to rape me, hardcore, and then you’re going to have to kill me.’ He let it go. I didn’t get collared. We’re still cool. But you know, now I see he was doing me a favor laying claim to me early on. As soon as word got out that I wasn’t going to be his kid this big fucker tried to pin me in the kitchen and I had to jab a broomstick in his sternum. After that no one fucked with me. Now I got friends. If someone fucks with me they’re going to get retribution. We take care of each other.”
I rubbed my hands over my face and started rocking back and forth like an autistic person. “I’m not going to be able to fight some big fucker off me.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Sullivan?”
A female guard came into my frame of view. I slid the magazines under my ass.
Donnie looked up at her. “Aw, I’m just making a friend.”
“Now you know damn well you can’t talk to the guys in seg.”
“He’s an AIDS case.”
The woman clucked her tongue. “Why are they sending these people up here? They know we’re just going to turn around and send them right back to Medical.” She gave his thigh a light kick. “You still can’t be sitting here gabbing.”
“Just a little while longer, Thibodeau, come on. The kid’s dying.”
She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t be late for count.” Then she walked away.
“Yeah, I’m going to have to go in a couple of minutes.”
I panicked. “What am I supposed to do if some guy calls dibs on me?”
“Just hope its one of the stand-up guys. I wouldn’t want one of them crazy lieutenants after you. There’s some bad fuckers up in C block who could really fuck you up. There’s a bunch of stand up guys, too, though. Hershel Wright already got himself a boy, but you know, everyone respects Ray Harrison and his crew. Bob O’Reilly is a stand up guy, getting old though, ain’t got much teeth left to his bite. Tin Horse can be mean but him and his crew is solid.” Donnie scratched his chin. “You know Harrison’s been talking about getting a kid. There’s a chick here—well, not technically a chick, but that’s what we call guys like that—who’s had eyes on him, but he won’t get serious with her. He wants someone with a brain in his head. If Harrison laid a claim on you no one would fuck with you, not even from C block. Harrison’s got an open line to drugs. That’s heavy power here, plus he’s generous, and him and his crew were the first ones in this place. They set the whole tone here, you know? He’s got a lot of friends. Lots of allies. Even with the sharks.” Donnie’s eyes bulged. “Shit—I bet you he’d spot me some dope if I gave him the heads up about you. Cute as you are.”
My heart started racing again. “I don’t want to be anyone’s boy!”
“Naw, naw—it’s cool.” He started to get up. “Harrison’s not a rapist. This is just you buying time to get some friends. Get in close with him. Get yourself safe.”
“No. Don’t talk about me to anyone!”
“If he doesn’t claim you someone in C block or one of those crazy fucked up lieutenants will! You want a swastika carved into your back? Seriously—you don’t know how shit goes down here. You need friends. Harrison ain’t going to rape you. At least not hardcore he won’t.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
Donnie was on his feet. “Got to go. Count. I don’t think I’m going to be talking to you no more. You’re starting to act like an uppity bitch.”
He took off. I buried my face in my hands and let out something between a scream and a groan. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d trusted the first asshole I met here and now he was auctioning my ass off to the highest bidder.
***
The silence and the soft bed allowed me to get into a deep enough sleep to have nightmares. I only remembered the last one: some faceless thug was tickling my throat with the blade of a knife while I was pinned against the wall. I woke up sure that I could smell his breath, but I was actually smelling my own stink. A guard shocked me fully awake by banging on the lattice.
“Burgess, get up. You got thirty minutes to shower.”
The shower episode taught me that I had to get over any notions of privacy. I was put in a stall with a glass door that everyone could see into, including the guards walking on the mezzanine across from ours. I was ordered to hand my shirt and shorts through the slot, then I was given a bar of soap, a single blade razor and a paper ketchup cup full of shaving cream. Of course, I’d never managed to grow facial hair. The only thing I used to shave was my nuts.
The guard stood with his back to the door appearing bored. If he’d ogled me I probably would have puked up dinner. I raced to scrub the layer of scum off my skin while wondering how the showers were going to be out there.
When I was done he slid me a clean towel and fresh underclothes.
“I let you go first since you’re not on punishment,” he said, as though there wasn’t a mortified naked guy behind him. “You got in while it was still clean.”
The same guard delivered my breakfast later. I don’t know why he did it instead of an inmate. I assume it had something to do with it being Saturday. The meal was a cinnamon roll, an apple with a pockmark on it, a pink bag of milk with an injectable straw, and warm corn goo which I think was grits. This was not food I would have chosen to eat if I were a free man, however, it was miles above what I expected to get in prison. I ate every bite.
A good night of sleep, a shower, and a food-fueled body was giving me the strength I needed to deal with my situation. I wanted to talk to Donnie again, reasonably, and find out what his plan was really going to mean for me. I didn’t want to think any further than that because then I started making compromises that my brain couldn’t handle.
Maybe he’ll be okay with just handjobs? No, no, no, fuck no.
My lunch was brought by a muscular white guy in his late forties. His hair was shaved down to a black spikey mohawk with tattoos covering his exposed scalp. If I’d seen this guy coming down an alley I would have turned and ran the other way.
“Here, youngster. Got your lunch.”
He spoke a lot nicer than he looked. I hurried to receive the tray from him.
“Thank you,” I said, where as normally I would never talk to a guy that looked like this. I placed a huge amount of value on not offending him.
He took my d
irty tray from breakfast. “How you holding up?”
For the love of God, I did not want to have conversation with this dude. I sheepishly cleared my throat and kept my tone friendly.
“Oh, I’m fine in here, you know.”
He looked me over for a few moments in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.
“Where’s um, Donnie?”
“Donnie doesn’t work today. So, Ryan, I know that dumb fuck Malone just stuck you in here because you were scared. I know you’re not sick.”
My mouth went dry.
“So what’s the story? This your first time down?”
“Yeah.” My heart was racing. I hated this feeling.
“Don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground, huh?”
“Donnie…told me some shit. I’ll figure it out.”
“I can tell you some shit, too. Donnie ain’t been here but four months. Most of his time was at Clinton. I been here since the day they first opened that fucking gate.”
I felt like my head was swimming. It was numbness and terror combined. I swallowed what spit I could and said, “Are you Harrison?”
“Yeah, kid. I’m Harrison.”
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“You said you could help me,” I said, with my arms huddled close to my body and my shoulders tense. “I’m listening.”
Quinn was leaning back in an overstuffed leather arm chair with a glass of Pinot Noir held loosely in his fingers. “Darren told me you’re too old to qualify for campus housing.”
I wet my lips and swallowed. His younger brother Darren was my best friend at Montaque University.
“Yeah. I turned 24 this year. They don’t let people my age in the dorms.” Getting booted from campus housing was my latest catastrophe. It was yet another consequence I had to deal with for dicking around a few years after high school instead of going straight to college. My parents had warned me that the money I blew in Europe was what they’d planned to give me for college. I had no else to turn to for help.
“What are you going to do?” Quinn said.
I grumbled through my nostrils. “I don’t know. Some private company is willing to give me a student loan for $20,000. That would cover an apartment probably. I just can’t see myself borrowing so much every year. I’m only a sophomore.”
“You can’t afford it,” Quinn said. “You’re not going to make enough to pay back such expensive private loans when you graduate. They can never be discharged in bankruptcy or forgiven.” His answer was a little too pat. The spiel sounded practiced. He already knew my situation from Darren. The fucker was up to something.
I was desperate, though. “What do you suggest?”
“Move in with me.”
My stomach felt like it dropped. Of course that’s what it was.
“I’m just five steps from the campus. I’ll take care of your room and board. Then your tuition will be manageable.”
I didn’t know what to say for a few seconds. If I was in a better position I would have told him to go fuck himself. Since he had me pretty much where he wanted me I held it back. My eyes lowered to the floor.
“In exchange for what?”
I looked up just in time to catch his Grinch Who Stole Christmas smile.
“Stuff.”
I grimaced. He sipped his wine with a soft laugh. God, he must have loved to see me squirm.
“I’m not going to be your fucktoy.”
This made him laugh louder. “Oh, come on. A little pain in the ass now is worth it for your education, right?”
I felt on the verge of tears. “This isn’t a joke.”
The pain in my voice was enough for his smug smile to disappear.
“Look, Ryan, you know I want you. I just figure if I have you living in my house and indebted to me I’ve got a better chance of scoring with you.”
I spoke through my clenched teeth. “I’m not gay.”
He remained patient. “I know. That’s what makes you so sexy to me.”
I had to turn away. “You think because you’re rich you can get whatever you want?”
“I think because you’re broke you should compromise a little.”
“I’m not compromising my ass. You’d have to fucking drug me or…or—”
His brow rose. “Do you want me to drug you?”
“No!” My face must have gone two shades whiter at the suggestion. How the fuck did it come to this?
“Then I won’t drug you. How about alcohol?”
“Fucking no! That’s still rape, anyway.”
Quinn’s deep blue eyes shot me a glower. It pissed me off that someone as handsome as him needed to manipulate a guy for sex. The 30-year-old had a thick muscular build and sexy tendrils of black hair. He was probably the Belle of the ball at whatever gay bars he went to. Why’d he have to go after his little brother’s straight best friend?
“I’d have you consent before you got drunk.” His voice stayed even. “I’m actually just trying to make it easier for you.”
My eyes narrowed. “Yeah. You’re a real saint. If you actually cared about me you’d do me this favor without demanding I take your dick up my ass in return.”
“Why should I do you any favors?” A mild sneer was on his lips. “You don’t even like me. You’re lucky I lust for you or I wouldn’t bother offering to help.”
I groaned and dragged myself to my feet. “Forget it.”
Quinn leaned forward and touched my arm. “Wait.”
I stood in place. Part of my getting up to leave was a bluff. I was hoping deep down that there was some way I could still get his help. What the fuck else was I going to do? Even if I took the outrageous private loan I still didn’t have an apartment secured. The housing situation in the city sucked. Everything reasonable was already snagged by grad students. Quinn’s condo would be an awesome set up for me. He had a huge spare bedroom and I just had to cross the street to get to class.
“Look. It’s important to Darren that I help you. You know I’m not a rapist. You said I can’t drug you, so I won’t drug you. You said I can’t take advantage of you when you’re drunk so I won’t take advantage of you when you’re drunk. That just leaves me trying to seduce you when you’re sober. I can deal with that arrangement.”
My brow furrowed. “Trying to seduce me?”
“That’s right. I won’t force you to do anything. I’ll just consider you a…challenge.”
The word put ice in my stomach. I still felt like I was getting somewhere.
“So…you’ll let me live here without me agreeing to fuck you?”
He leaned back and his smug smile returned. “Oh. You’re going to fuck me. You might as well make your peace with that, pretty boy.”
My lower lip began to tremble in anger.
Quinn pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen from the drawer in the lamp table beside him. “What I’m saying is, I’m not going to force you. I’m going to…convince you.”
He leaned forward to use the coffee table to write something up. I resumed my seat.
“You really like the smell of your own shit, don’t you?” I
said.
“Easy. Try to remember you’re going to be fucked with or without my help. I’ll fuck you a lot more gently than the student loan company.”
I made a disgusted groan.
“I, Quinn Reynolds, hereby allow Ryan Cameron to reside in my spare bedroom for the current school year.” He read while writing on the paper.
“Just the current year?” I said with a frown. “I’ve got three more years left.”
He looked up. “Well, obviously, if I don’t manage to fuck you by the end of this school year I’m going to kick you out.”
My eyes bulged.
“I promise not to drug him, take advantage of him while he’s intoxicated, nor take him to bed by force. Ryan understands that it’s my goal to seduce him, and he must tolerate this in exchange for free housing in my condo.” He signed and dated the bottom of the page, then slid the paper over to me. I studied it as if I hadn’t heard a word he said.
“That…that’s it?” I said. “That will be the arrangement?”
“I think it’s pretty generous. I’m opening my home up to you.”
He was right. This was a huge windfall for me. He may have wanted my ass, but he was also saving it. This would at least take care of me for the upcoming school year. I took the pen in my shaky hand and signed.
His grin returned. “Excellent.” The smug bastard lifted his wine glass to me. “I look forward to wearing you down.”
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