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The Convict – Part 17
By Joshua Ryan
“This is Officer Nolan,” he said to his cellphone. “Open A292.” I heard the bars slide back.
“Inside, convict.”
I opened my eyes. There was a gap in the bars. The cell door was open. It wasn’t very wide. It was just the gate to a cage. I could tell that I’d have to tilt my bedroll to get it through. I lifted one side, maneuvering it. I would have to be careful not to let anything drop . . .
Then I saw it. There was something long and thick lying on the lower bunk, something brown that was shaped like a man. There were letters and numbers stamped on its surface. It was a convict, lying face down in my cell. Wait a minute! Couldn’t the officer see that the place was already full?
I almost blurted that out. Then I remembered: there were two convicts stuffed in all those other cells. That bundle of clothes on the bunk was only one convict. I was the other one.
I stopped in the doorway. I was scared to wake up that thing on the metal shelf. Jesus, it was dark in there, especially after the spotlight I’d faced outside. I could see a naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but it wasn’t turned on. The only light was the gray stuff leaking in from the walkway. That was enough for me to see that the whole cell wasn’t much larger than a medium-sized closet. It was a lot smaller than my bathroom at home. What used to be my home. Half the cell was bunks, one shelf above the other on the right side, against the wall. A lot of the rest was toilet — a metal toilet squatting against the back wall, a toilet without a seat, with something that looked like a little sink built into the top of it. The thing was gleaming at me in the faint light. Christ! I thought. They wash in the shitter. A wave of contempt ran through me. Probably one of them crapped while the other one washed his face in the crapper. They were like cats in a cage, with a little litterbox all their own. And now I was one of them.
A cop gets abducted and roughed up by two street punks
Chloroformed cop
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The Convict – Part 04
By Joshua Ryan
“What’s the matter, Jason? You look pensive.”
I was at the Alibi, which is a pretty quiet place, especially in the early evening; and it was Terry, the bartender, I was talking to. Terry got out of the Navy a year or so before, and he had that look that some of the ex-Navy guys keep. I liked that look, and I liked talking to Terry. “Pensive” was a joke between us. It was a word I had used one time, one of the many words that Terry had never heard before.
“Not really. Just drinking. Give me another one, will you?”
“Sure thing. But I still think there’s something wrong. You and Joey having a fight?”
“Joey? You mean the guy that’s always in my apartment?”
“That’s the one.”
“I never fight. I just like to be alone sometimes. Believe it or not.”
“Sure you do,” Terry said, pulling me another beer. “Since when?”
“Since now,” I said. “Since always. I hate the way these queers can’t be alone for a second.” I was so drunk, it was a miracle I got through that sentence.
“You do?”
“Sure I do.”
“Which means you’re thinking about some guy that you’d rather be alone with, all of the time.”
Kidnapped in the locker room
In order to sneak up on John, the guys from BreederFuckers costume up and accost him in the gym locker room to nab him. Once they have him, he knows what’s coming and he’s fucking terrified!
It’s amazing how a man’s nervous perspiration can make his ripe masculine scent fill a room in no time at all. They get close and intimate, stripping this hunk down to his jock strap. He’s given a severe lashing so he knows to follow our every command or else he’ll be severely punished.
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They came for me in the middle of the night
By Strappeddown
They came for me in the middle of the night. I didn’t believe it would happen. I couldn’t believe that this was real. It happened so fast. Someone shouted orders, and the lights flipped on, arousing me from a deep sleep. I was groggy and confused, blinded by the sudden brightness, and overcome with a rush of fear induced adrenaline as I realized they were coming for me.
They wore identical black uniforms, like a police SWAT team. Their faces were covered with hoods and goggles, and their torsos were thick and padded with riot gear. In the time it took me to open my eyes and sit up, they had surrounded my bed. I was slow to think. I didn’t react. I just sat there in disbelief. I could feel my heart beat, like it would burst from my chest. THUMP…THUMP…THUMP. I tried to cry out, perhaps to scream, but I somehow couldn’t vocalize, nothing would come out.
Then they were on the bed with me, their bulky gear engulfing me. They were close enough for me to see their eyes through their goggles. Their gloved hands grasped my ankles and knees and arms and shoulders and I was pushed down into the mattress.
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Santa’s Gift
By ty dehner
The holiday season was approaching quickly. Jack was feeling the pressure of the holiday gift-buying dilemma. He knew that time was running out, but just what do you get your family that has everything in life already? The city was filled with shoppers, and occasionally Jack would notice one of the cute guys. He loved this time of the year, for guys wore boots and jeans. Of course, Jack didn’t look half bad in his full motorcycle leathers. The day had been dry and almost a bit balmy for December. So Jack slid into his leathers, put on his helmet and headed to the city on his Harley. Christmas was tomorrow, and Jack hadn’t gotten anything purchased yet. He was seriously thinking that a check for each person his list might not be such a bad thing.