Mercury Wakusei

Nexus Series 4
Fate

Chapter One
Initiation

As the Gravel banged, the verdict had been made. I, Ixia Williams, was now branded as a murderer. I began to tear up as I tried to plea my innocence to the judge, but he was having none of it. My lawyer placed his hand on my shoulder as if to say that was enough. As everyone left the court room, My Lawyer walked me over to my parents. The only thing worse than being convicted is realizing that your parents actually believe what those jerks was saying. My dad wouldn't even look at me.

"Where did we go wrong!?" My mom cried.

"Mom, I-" I stuttered.

"DON'T! Just… don't call me that…" Mom sobbed as both of them left the room.

My heart shattered. This have to be a dream. I can't believe this was actually happening. Me, a sixteen year old, was being charged as an adult and going to jail with hardened criminals. My lawyer and the Bailiff escorted me to the back jail cell. In the room there was about six separate cells, and five of them were full. I was about to fill the sixth cell. I enter the cell and turned around to look at my lawyer. The bailiff shut the cell door and left.

"Ixia, from the time we spent together when we were building your case, I knew you were innocent. You are a good kid and you don't deserve this. I will ask for an immediate retrial or something.. I have to find more evidence that proves that you are innocent. I will not give up on you, okay?" Mr. Max said.

"Thank you Mr. Max. I appreciate that very much," I said blankly, clearly still in shock.

"I'll do my searching quickly so that I can get you out off here within the month, okay?" he continued.

"Okay," I said quietly.

All I could do is think about my parents disowning me as Mr. Max left. I was always an outcast at school, and I didn't have that many friends. I was often described as the quiet mixed kid. I attended a private school and majority of the kids were white. I stuck out the most because my skin was tanned. The only friends I had was my teachers, and that's pathetic. Through all of these clouded thoughts, I hear sniffles. I look to my left and there's a boy who is younger than me crying. Seeing someone else crying, it kinda made me feel a little bit better, because I know now that I am not the only person scared, even if it's a little kid. This boy looked no more than ten years old. He was white and he had long golden blonde hair with the ends changing to platinum blonde. He had thin bangs that covered his eyes and the hair in the back reaches past his nape a little. Through the thin threads of hair I could see tearful green eyes. The boy was pretty much a toothpick. I was thinking this boy won't last a day in prison and neither will I. Lucky for him, he was going to a juvenile prison. Suddenly the television caught my eye. President George Washington Bush was speaking out to the press about the recent tragedy, 9/11, and how he is supposedly trying to stop a breakout of Nuclear War. It was more like he was egging it on, Saying stuff like "The U.S. will not be threatened" and "We will respond accordingly to any credible threats". Honestly, he is the reason I lost interest in politics and made me switch to studying medical techniques.

As President Bush was talking about Iraq and North Korea's absurd unexpected deadly alliance, the Bailiff came in and turned off the T.V. and he opened up all the cell doors.

"Alright, the bus is here. Everyone single file, towards the back," the bailiff ordered.

I was first in line, and then it was a tall dark skinned man behind me, who looked like he abuses drugs often. Then to my surprise, the young boy was third in line. So, I was wrong, he's not going to a juvenile center, he's going to the same place as me. I kind of felt sorry for him through all of my grief. As we left the building we got straight on the bus. Since I was first in line , I was put in the back, Drug man was put in the seat across from me, and the young boy in front of me. The other three was placed in the same pattern.

The boy lend his head against the window as I can see that he was still crying from behind him. The bus door shut as the bus took off and headed to the parish jail. The bus guard was standing up and facing us. I was contemplating if I should say something to the kid. I wanted to comfort him, I can't even imagine why he would be here. That was it. I'm going to do it.

"Hey," I said.

The boy turned around with a terrified look on his face.

"My name is Ixia Williams. From what I can tell, you don't belong here. You're innocent."

The boy didn't say anything. He turned back around and looked out the window. It wasn't too long until we arrived at the jail. They let us out the bus and they lead us through the office and we entered the actual jail after they uncuffed us and handed us our blankets. Drug man was first in line this time, then it was the young boy, then me. The boy was still crying. This was really bad for him. Inmates was yelling "Give me a few minutes with him and I'll fuck him until he's red," "I'll make him cry for me," "We got young meat," "I'll make you call me daddy, Goldilocks". It seems like he was the only person they were noticing. Maybe because he was showing weakness.

As I walk to the third row and walk down to cell 1242, I notice that it's empty. The cell was surprisingly spacious, it almost as big as a bedroom. I place my stuff on the bottom bunk and set up my bed. After I set up my bed, I turn around and see the little boy walking in. He must have been assigned the same cell as me. He didn't say anything, he just climbed up to the top bunk and placed his blanket on his bed and kept his prison clothes in his hand.

"Both of you come on, I'll show you to the showers," the guard said.

As we both walked down the stairs, about three cases of them, we finally reached the ground floor and entered a small room where there were socks and clothes everywhere. The smell was just sour and disgusting.

"Go ahead and take off your clothes and join them in the showers," the guard said.

As I took off my clothes, the boy looked at the guard strangely.

"What? You lost your privileges of privacy when you were arrested. Now, you better hurry up before you have to go in by yourself, if you do, all eyes are going to be on you and you don't want that," the guard said.

By the time he said that I was already undressed. The boy quickly got undress, when he noticed I was waiting for him. He then swiftly ran and stood beside me as we waited for the guard to open the door. On a quick glance, I noticed the boy looking at my 8-inch [20 cm] flaccid cock while he was covering his own. Although I'm a skinny sixteen year old, I have to admit that my penis is a little big for my age.

"Hey kid, don't cover yourself like that. It's only going to draw more of people's attention. It's already bad enough that you boys are young. Many of those men in there can easily overpower you, especially you, little man. That makes you an easy target," the guard added.

The young boy was looking really nervous as he uncovered his penis, estimating about 3 inches [7 cm]. I was nervous too but I knew it was better not to let my emotions show.

"Oh, another piece of advice. Take your shower quickly and get out. Oh and if you drop your soap don't pick it up, just get out the shower," the guard said as he handed us towels and soap and opened the door.

As soon as we walked in, the talking and laughing stopped and the only sound we heard was water splashing against bodies and the floor. I blocked out all the guys that was staring at us. I spotted two open shower heads across the room right next each other. As I walk towards them, the young boy quickly tries his best to stay right beside me. In the corner of my eye, I could see the boy, he was breaking down, he couldn't hold it together. He was so nervous and scared that his whole body was turning red. My emotions was going out of control too. I never had men stare at me, let alone anyone, while I was completely naked. Imagine what kind of torture this was putting on the kid's mental state. As we stepped in front of the shower heads, I turned mines on. The kid's hand was shaking so much it took him a few seconds to turn on the shower. Small chatter slowly started to resume as me and the kid started to wash ourselves. While we washed, I heard footsteps against the wet floor approaching our area.

"So, we got some young fresh meat. My favorite, and apparently one of them changes colors," the man said as all the prisoners started to chuckle and laugh. The man was a little taller than me, he was white with black average length hair.

I paid no attention to him, but I glanced over at the kid and saw that he had stopped washing himself, his body was still red and he was shaking really hard. The man leaned over to the boy, touched the boy on his shoulder and whispered, "What's your name, cupcake?" The boy didn't say anything, he was completely terrified.

"Don't be shy, cupcake," the man said as he began to motion his hand towards the boy's penis.

Before he made contact, I grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it around his back and slammed him against the wall.

"Don't even think about it," I snarled as I channeled all my emotions into strength and anger.

The whole shower room got quiet again. The man started struggling as I forced him against the wall, he was trying to get free but I wasn't budging an inch. In the corner of my eye I saw that the boy was in shock. All of a sudden, I heard more footsteps coming from behind us, I knew it couldn't have been good. In a matter of seconds, I use all of my strength to pull the shower knob off the wall and I grab the man by his neck. Using him as a human shield, I turn around while holding the jagged edge shower knob at his throat. There were about seven men that was coming at me but stopped when they saw I had a sharp object at their friend's throat.

"Come any closer and I'll paint this shower with his blood! Back up! NOW!" I demanded, of course, I was bluffing.

Everyone backed up, I glanced to the side of me, and I see the boy with a scared look on his face. That's when I decided we needed to get out of there. I push the man to the ground and quickly grab the boy's wrist and exit the shower room into the dressing room.

"Hurry up and get dress before they figure out that I was bluffing," I said as I quickly put on the orange T-shirt, underwear, and orange mesh shorts.

The boy was just staring at me in amazement, I guess it was because I made it look so real.

"No time to waste, come on, hurry up!" I told him.

The boy came back to reality and quickly put on his orange T-shirt, underwear, and shorts; Afterwards, we left out and headed to our cell.

The prison clothes, as you can tell, is not like the traditional jumpsuit. In this prison, they made the attire comfortable for all prisoners and I'm glad they did. I don't like jumpsuits at all.

As we enter our cell, I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head.

"Darn it, I made a lot of enemies real fast. I can't believe I did something that reckless."

I was so nervous and upset, everything was so screwed up. All I wanted to do was stay here quietly without making my presence known but now that choice was out the window.

"Thank you, for protecting me," the boy stammered.

Finally, I was starting to think that this kid was mute or something.

"So you can talk. You're welcome. I know, at first, you didn't trust me, so I hope what I did mean something or even earned me the right to ask you some questions," I said.

"Yeah, it does. What questions did you want to ask me?" The boy asked quietly.

"First, My name's Ixia Williams and I'm sixteen years old. What's your name and how old are you?

"My name is Wyatt Matthews and I'm eleven years old," the boy said.

"Nice to meet you Wyatt. So tell me why you're in here?"

"I accidentally hacked into a government military database," he said as if he was ashamed.

"Whoa! You can hack into computers too!? Awesome! But wait, why aren't you in a juvenile prison?"

"They told me that I came across some 'Classified' files and that adds on to the penalty of hacking into their database. So they tried me as a grown up," he explained.

"That was cruel of them," I responded.

"So why are you here, Ixia?" he asked.

"I saw a body with a huge knife jammed in the chest in a alleyway on my way home, I went over there to see if they're still alive and without thinking I grabbed the knife and pull it out her chest, but as soon as I did, the cops arrived and arrested me because they thought I killed her. It didn't help any because my fingerprints was the only ones on the knife. So I got charged as an adult but my Lawyer is looking for more evidence that proves my innocence," I explained.

"Basically, we're both innocent," he said quietly.

"Yeah, but we have to work together if we want to survive in here, so that one day our innocence can be proven and we can get out of here."

"Okay. So I have another question for you: In the shower, you were so strong and you seemed like a totally different person. You became stronger than that man and you don't even have half the muscles he had. How did you do it?" Wyatt asked, looking at me intensely, he was eager to know my secret.

"I took Martial Arts class ever since I was four years old. Martial Arts is pretty popular in the neighborhood that I come from. Once I reached eight years old, I was put in the Adult's Advanced classes. There, I learned how to do numerous amount of things that I thought was impossible, especially when I was that young. As the years passed, I honed those skills, and one of them was what you saw in the bathroom. At that moment, I had channeled all my emotions into fuel for strength and anger. That's how I was able to overpower that guy."

"That's so cool!" Wyatt said, as he smiled.

I was stunned, this was the first time I'd seen him smile, and his smile was beautiful.

"Wow, so you can smile now," I said playfully.

Wyatt's smile widened as he giggled.

"So does this mean we're friends?" he asked, as he continued his innocent smiling.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does," I said as I smile back at him. "So that means we look out for each other, right?"

"Right," he happily agreed as he continued to smile and sat down next to me.

As soon as Wyatt sat down next to me, we started hearing the prisoners talking really loud as they were coming out of the showers. I looked at Wyatt's face and saw his smile disappear and the slight look of terror on his face as he looked towards the entrance of our cell. I could hear them coming up the stairs. I started to panic, I didn't know what to do. I told Wyatt to lay down on the top bunk so they won't see him. As prisoners glanced into our cell as they walked pass to get to their own cell, I kept my head turned so they couldn't see my face. But it was all in vain.

"Hey, Drake! Here's the guy, right here!" t he man yelled.

It was the man from the shower and apparently he brought a guest. The man and Drake both entered my cell. I could see other men outside my cell looking in. I started panicking. Drake was significantly taller and muscular than his pedophile friend and much more evil looking. Drake was white with his brown hair in a buzz cut hair style. He had black eyes with a skull tattoo covering the whole left side of his neck.

"Gunner, who the hell is this shit? When the crew told me you got roughed up, I thought it was some fucking big shot trying to make a name for himself. Instead, this is a skinny ass teenager," Drake said.

"That's him boss, trust me, he has the strength of a grown ass man," Gunner said.

"Fine I'll let it slide this time Gunner, but as for you kid, apparently you roughed up one of my crew, that's about to get you seriously fucked up," Drake threatened.

"Well, he shouldn't have been trying to touch my friend!" I snapped.

"Friend!? Don't you know where you are? Friends don't fucking exist here. It's every bitch for himself. Friendship, here, will only get you killed," Drake laughed.

At that point, all the prisoners outside my cell started laughing. All of a sudden, I had an idea that might just save my life and Wyatt's.

I chuckled, "If that's true, why are you coming to fight Gunner's battle? Only a FRIEND would do that."

Abruptly, everyone stopped laughing. Drake couldn't say anything. He looked at Gunner and then backed up.

"Well, go ahead, show us what you can do Gunner. Teach this bitch a lesson," Drake encouraged.

"No problem, I can handle this prick," Gunner boasted.

The prisoners started cheering. I carefully study Gunner's body to try and predict his first move. Well, based on the personality he has and the cowardice he's shown by trying to get the leader of his crew to fight his battle; I think he's going to try and charge me.

Gunner stared at me waiting for the right time to strike. In the corner of my eye I see Wyatt lift his head up and looked down at us, and at that moment I saw Drake glance at Wyatt and begin to stare at him. And just as I predicted, Gunner charges at me. With no hesitation, I dodge his punch, clip his leg and with momentum, I slam his head into the metal bar of the bunk bed. All the prisoners groaned and winced in pain as Gunner dropped to the floor.

"Wyatt! Put your head down," I said as I stared at Drake, trying to give Drake the impression that I was ready to fight him, but in actuality I was worried that I might've killed Gunner.

Wyatt laid his head back down. Drake's stare shifted from Wyatt to me.

"Now I see what all this shit is about. I can see why Gunner did what he did. You and that kid up there is young fresh meat and Gunner wanted to be the first person to turn the kid into his bitch. I don't blame him and now that I look at you, you have a lot of appealing characteristics too," Drake said as he walked towards me and picked up Gunner's body.

Gunner started groaning as Drake dragged him out of the cell.

"You won this battle kid, but don't get full of yourself, although I might have some use for you and that boy someday," Drake said as he carried Gunner out and all the prisoners left with him.

Finally, I was able to relax. Wyatt came down from the top bunk and looked at me.

"That was AWESOME!" Wyatt said, as he smiled.

"Thanks," I smiled as I sat down.

Wyatt sat down next to me, with his legs folded, on my bed. I turned and faced him a little, and that's when I saw that his face was turning red, it almost looked like he was blushing.

"Wyatt, are you blushing?" I asked him.

"Maybe, I don't know. I just know that no one has ever stuck up for me like that before. It kind of got me excited a little bit. Do you get excited when stuff like this happens?" Wyatt asked.

"Yeah and I use that excitement as energy or it's more like adrenaline," I say as I smile at him.

"That's not the 'excited' I was talking about," Wyatt stammered in a quiet voice.

"What do you-" Before I could finish that question, I saw that Wyatt's hand was firmly planted in between his legs covering a slightly noticeable bulge in his shorts.

"Oh! That's the excited you meant. Um, what do you normally do when you get 'excited'?" I asked, stunned at what's happening right now.

"I think about something else and it usually goes away. But it's embarrassing," Wyatt said.

"I understand how embarrassing it could be, trust me, it happens to me a lot, and sometimes I can't even control it. But it only means that you're healthy and you're growing," I told him. "And with you being at a young age, anything could make you excited."

"So it happens to you too?" Wyatt asked.

"Yeah, of course. If you're a guy, it'll happen to you. I'm surprised your dad or your brother never explained it to you," I said, sitting back against the wall.

"All I have is my mom and I'm the only child," Wyatt said as he looked down at the mattress.

I couldn't say anything. But that's probably why the kid trusted me so easily, because he never had a male figure to care for him. I felt so sorry for him, but then I started to remember my own family problems, well I don't have a family anymore.

"So, what about you? Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Nope, I'm the only child just like you. But the only thing is that my parents disowned me, because they believed I committed that heinous crime," I told him.

"Oh man, that's really messed up. So, not to sound like a jerk, but what does 'heinous' mean?" he asked, mispronouncing heinous.

"It means evil," I chuckled.

"Oh," Wyatt said, smiling at me.

And out of nowhere, we hear a bell ring, it was almost like a school bell. Then a guard yelled "Dinner" on the intercom.

"Did your 'excitement' go away?" I asked Wyatt.

"Yeah it did."

"Well, come on then lets get something to eat," I said playfully.

As we walk down to the ground floor, there's a group of prisoners going into the Cafeteria. We follow them into the Cafeteria and we see about 50+ prisoners already sitting down eating and some of them was staring at me and Wyatt.

"Stay in front of me Wyatt," I said as we walked into the serving area.

"Okay."

I felt as though we were being threatened by the way some of the prisoners was looking at us. Wyatt was trying his best not to crack under the pressure but he couldn't hold it. Wyatt started hyperventilating and trembling. I kept my cool and gave everyone that was staring at us the evil eye. Then I placed my hand on Wyatt shoulder to calm him down and to show everyone that he was under my protection and although I didn't have big muscles to show off, I could still do some damage. I could see Drake whispering to his crew and looking at me from their table in the back. Wyatt looked up at me with an innocent look on his face.

"Remember, I'll look out for you," I reassured Wyatt.

"Right," he replied with a confident look on his face.

After we got our mashed potatoes and beans, me and Wyatt walked out to the sitting area. It would be crazy for us to sit at a table with a lot of people so we sat at a table that had two people. One of the guys was bald with a long black goatee and the other guy had a low hair cut, he was black, and had no facial hair. He looked like he was 20 years old. Wyatt was really hungry so as soon as we sat down he started eating. I slowly began to eat my mashed potatoes.

"So you must be the new kid, Drake and the other crew leaders been talking about; Hey, I'm Trevor," the black guy said.

"I'm Ixia and this is Wyatt," I said, trying to determine if Trevor was a friend or foe.

"Oh, I know who you are. You've made a name for yourself already. I think it's amazing how you protected your friend."

"So, what kind of things are they talking about, and who is talking about it?" I asked, while eating as if it's no big deal.

"Well, the first thing they are talking about is how you took down a grown ass man. And the second thing is how basically all the sex crazy perverts want to fuck both of you guys and that's about 97% of the guys in this prison."

After hearing this, Wyatt stopped eating, put down his spoon, and looked at me with this worried look on his face. I had to stop eating too.

"And you wanted to know who. Well, you already know the leader of the Syko crew, Drake. Next, is Damien, the leader of the Whiteout crew. He's the pale bald headed bastard over there in the corner. His crew always wears white shirts. Then, the Chinese guy over there in the middle, his name is Reiko. He's the leader of the Enix crew. The black guy behind him, all the way to the back is Trey, the leader of the Dark Ages crew. And lastly, the Mexican over to the left. His name is Felix, and he's the leader of the Saturn crew. Those are all the guys and crews you should watch out for. And right now, Syko runs most of the prison.

"Wow, that's good to know. But now I kind of lost my appetite," I said as I push my plate forward.

"If you're not going to eat it, give it to me," Trevor said.

I went ahead and gave it to Trevor. I saw that Wyatt couldn't eat anymore so I got up with him to dump his plate. While we did that I noticed that a lot of the prisoners was still staring at us. After Wyatt dump his plate we left out and the guard showed us to the Wreck yard. The wreck yard was basically the place where the prisoners would workout, play basketball, or just hangout. Right now, there was only about 15 prisoners out here so I thought this might be the perfect time for us to get some fresh air.

"It feels so cool and refreshing," Wyatt said as he laid back on the ground.

"Yeah, it does," I said as I lay back and join him.

I see in the corner of my eye, that Wyatt is staring at me while I look at the clouds. I turn my head and look at him and in response, Wyatt smiles at me. I smile back and ruffle the front part of his hair. Then we both continue to look at the clouds.

"The sky always looks so pretty," he said.

"Sometimes, I wish I could fly so I could touch the clouds," I said.

"Me too!" Wyatt exclaimed.

As soon as we heard the prisoners start to pour into the yard, me and Wyatt got up and dusted ourselves off.

"Come on," I said as I led Wyatt to the corner of the fenced yard that was closest to the exit.

As all the prisoners flowed into the yard, me and Wyatt kept a low profile.

"Pretty smart, trying to stay hidden like this," Drake said from behind us.

Startled, Wyatt jumped forward but I stayed still, trying to give the illusion that I already knew that he was behind us.

"What do you want Drake?" I said as I turned to look at him.

"I just want you to meet some colleagues of mine," Drake said.

"No thanks. I'm doing fine with Wyatt as my only friend," I said as me and Wyatt begin to walk away.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you boy!" Drake scowls as he grabs my arm.

I quickly turned around and punched him in the throat. Drake fell to one knee holding his throat as he gasp for air. The sharp sound of my fist cracking against his throat got the attention of most of the prisoners coming through. Most of the men was his crew members and as soon as they saw that Drake had been attacked by me, they began to charge me. As they got closer and closer, I heard Drake yell stop. I looked down at Drake as he slowly stands up.

"If any of you get involved in my fight, I'll fucking kill each and every one of you!" Drake yelled hoarsely as he looked at me.

I looked to the side, at Wyatt and motioned my hand to him as if to tell him back up. Then I thought to myself, even if I somehow beat Drake, what's to stop him from coming after me and Wyatt again? After thinking about it for a second I came up with a risky idea. Drake was about to charge me.

"Wait!" I yelled as I put my hand up as if to tell him to stop.

Surprisingly, with good sportsmanship, Drake stopped.

"What? Chickening out?" Drake chuckled as his crew did the same.

Wyatt looked at me with a worried look on his face.

"No. I just wanna raise the stakes to this fight," I said.

"Really? So let me hear it," Drake said as the prisoners got quiet.

"If I win, you and your crew have to swear never to mess with me and Wyatt ever again," I demanded.

"And what if I win?" Drake asked.

"If you win our one-on-one fight," I paused.

"Go on," Drake said.

"If you win, I will do ANYTHING you tell me to do," I said as the crowd started barking and chuckling pervertedly.

"Anything?" Drake chuckled.

"Anything," I said as I got into my fighting stance.

"You got yourself a deal," Drake said as he charged at me.

Trying to use my predictive skills, I thought he was going to punch me but I was wrong. Drake did a head-down tackle and tackled me into the gated fence. As soon as my back touched the fence, I kneed him in his face and then kneed him in the chest. That seemed to do nothing as Drake started to punch me in my stomach repeatedly while he was still holding his head down. I then elbowed him in the back of the neck. Drake stopped punching me as his body started to slide down. I got from in front of him and slammed his head in to the gate. While kneeling down Drake turned around and that's when I kicked him hard on the side of the head. Drake fell to the ground and didn't move. I was breathing hard slightly. I turned around and looked at his crew.

'He's down. So that means I win, so honor the deal we made. Come on Wyatt," I said as Wyatt ran to the side of me.

As I walked forward, the prisoners moved out my way as I headed inside to retreat back to my cell.

Chapter Two
Bonds

As I entered my cell, I sat on my bed and took a deep breath, Wyatt sat next to me. Wyatt was looking at me in amazement again.

"You can fight really well," Wyatt said as he started to smile.

"Thanks, and if Drake and his crew is true to their word, they won't be bothering us anymore," I said as I smiled at Wyatt.

"Yeah," he responded.

"So then all we have to do is keep a low profile, and we won't have to worry about anything," I added.

"Awesome," he grinned.

Right after Wyatt answered, a guard walked into our cell. It was the same guard that gave us the advice before we entered the shower.

"Hey, kids, I remembered that I didn't introduce myself earlier, I'm Keith."

"I'm Wyatt."

"I'm Ixia, thanks for the advice earlier. It really helped."

"Don't mention it. I'm just glad that you survived your first day unharmed. Some people aren't that lucky."

'Hey, Keith. Have you been following the news on the Alliance of North Korea and Iraq?" I asked.

"Yeah. Wow, you know about that? I wish my son was more like you in some ways. He never watches the news. But, yeah, nothing much has happened. Bush is planning on meeting with the leaders of the Alliance to try and get them to stand down with hostile actions tomorrow," Keith said.

"That's going to end up bad. President Bush has a bad way of saying things and a way of sounding like a complete idiot," I said as I shook my head.

Keith laughed, " I agree. Well, I have to get ready for 'lights out' in about ten minutes."

"This early!? The sun is still out, I can see it from my window," I asked.

"Yeah, prisoners have to be locked in their cells earlier on Saturdays and Sundays. It's the prison's policy."

"I guess that's good. We won't have to worry about anyone bothering us for the rest of the day," Wyatt said.

"That's true, and we just have to be in our cell, that don't mean we have to be asleep," I said.

"Here," Keith said as he handed me a deck of cards from his pocket. "This is to help keep you entertained."

"Thanks," I said as I smiled at him.

"I know it's not much but it's better than not doing anything at all. Well, I got to go and start shutting everything down. You boys have a good night," Keith said.

"Good night," I said

"Good night, Mr. Keith," Wyatt said as Keith walked out.

As we sat on my bed, I went through some of the cards and saw that we had regular playing cards. Me and Wyatt could play a wide variety of games with these cards, and knowing that he is young, he's going to get bored quickly so it's a double bonus to have these types of cards. While I was thinking of all the games, the sound of Wyatt's voice caught my attention.

"You know, I'm glad your here. Not to sound selfish or mean. But, if you hadn't got arrested, I probably would be sharing a cell with someone who doesn't care for my safety as much as you do. I'm really happy that we met each other," he said with a cute quirky smile on his face.

Before I could respond I heard the prisoners coming up the stairs to retreat to their cells. Their talking was too much to bear. I waited a few minutes, for the chatter to die down. After the talking and laughter vanished when the prisoners spread out and went to their cells, I looked at Wyatt, who still had a slight innocent smile on his face. His blonde hair hung in front one of his eyes making it impossible for me to see it. Without realizing it, I reached out and pushed back his hair so I could see both of his beautiful green eyes. Wyatt's smile disappeared for a second as he wondered what I was doing, and then reappeared again once he figured out that I was pushing back his hair.

"I'm really happy we met each other too. My stay in prison wouldn't be this pleasant if I hadn't met you," I said with a sly smile.

Both of us started to laugh and suddenly our cell door automatically shut and locked as a guard yelled "lights out!" The prison lights turned off and the only thing that was illuminating our cell was the setting sun. I looked out our window to see that one of the prison yard lights was directly in front of our window. Wyatt stood up next to me and looked out the window too.

"Wow, we got a light in front of our window! So that means when the sun goes down the light will automatically turn on. So it'll be like having a night light on," Wyatt said, but then felt embarrassed when he realized what he just admitted.

Wyatt's face completely turned red.

"Don't be embarrassed. At one time, everyone was uncomfortable with sleeping in the dark," I said as I watched that signature gorgeous smile return to his face.

"Come on, I wanna show you something," I said, changing the subject and basically reassuring him that I wasn't going to make a big deal out of his personal fears.

We both sat, with our legs folded, on my bed. I sat at the head of the bed and Wyatt sat at the foot of the bed. I grabbed the cards, shuffled them and handed them to Wyatt.

"Alright, remember when I fought Gunner?"

"Yeah."

"How do you think I beat him? Well, let me narrow the question down, because there was a lot of reasons why I beat him. What do you think the key reason was and how I took down Gunner?" I asked Wyatt.

"I think it was because you was faster than him."

"You're on the right track but not exactly. Let me show you. Go ahead and draw a card from the deck but don't show it to me."

"Okay," Wyatt said as he drew a card and looked at it."

I stared at Wyatt for a couple of seconds and chuckled, "2 of spades."

Wyatt stared at me in amazement. He showed me the card and it was 2 of spades. He then put the card down and drew a second one.

"Queen of hearts," I said looking at Wyatt.

Wyatt's eyes widened and showed me the Queen of hearts. Then, Wyatt drew a third card and this time he hid it behind his back after he looked at it.

I chuckled again, "5 of diamonds."

"No way. That's so cool. So you're psychic. That's how you beat him," Wyatt said as he showed me 5 of diamonds.

"No, not exactly. It's called predictability," I said as I gathered the cards and shuffled them again.

"But how were you able to predict them all correctly?" Wyatt asked.

"By infusing my knowledge about a person with me focusing on the vibe around the person and focusing on the situation at hand all basically at the same time," I said as I put the cards down.

"So you got to focus on three things at the same time!?" Wyatt exclaimed.

" Yeah. Now I want you to try it. Although it takes a while for a person to totally master this, I think you might get the hang of it," I said.

I drew a card, quickly looked at it and then looked at Wyatt.

"Since you're just a beginner, all you have to do is predict the number. Don't worry about the family it belongs to."

"Um. Okay," Wyatt said as he stared at the card. "Eight."

"No. You're just blindly guessing," I said as I showed him a King of spades. "Try again, but this time, focus on what I told you to focus on. Don't even look at the card. You know what? Close your eyes. Use what you know about my personality. Invision and try to feel out my presence to where I'm sitting and then apply the stipulations of the situation to what you've gathered. Then, whatever comes to you first, catch it, keep it and say it."

"Okay," Wyatt said, as I drew a card and he closed his eyes.

While Wyatt had his eyes closed, I observed him. Wyatt's face looked so calm and relaxed. It almost looked like he was at this place of Zen and peace. His chest slowly expanded and retracted as his heart beat was smooth and steady. His hands rested in between his slim smooth folded legs. And that's when I noticed Wyatt's calve muscle. It was so toned for an eleven year old. It was almost beckoning me to touch it. I looked up at Wyatt's face, with the card still in my hand. Then Wyatt opened his eyes.

"The card you're holding, is it a three?" he asked.

I looked at the card and then looked at him with a smile, then I showed him 3 of hearts.

"You got it!" I said as I put the card down and drew another one and looked at it.

Wyatt closed his eyes again but this time, he was much faster with opening his eyes.

"Um. Is it a Joker card?" he asked, a little unsure.

"Yes, you got it again," I said as I showed him the Joker card and then drew another card. "Last one."

Wyatt closed his eyes and within about five seconds he opened them again.

"Wow, you're getting fast. So, what is it?" I asked with a sly smile.

"You picked up two cards. The one in the front is a Queen and the one in the back is a seven," he said with a slight smile on his face.

"Awesome, you got them both right," I said as I fanned out the two cards and showed it to him.

Wyatt was blushing with excitement. He had the cutest and biggest smile on his face, I almost wanted to hug him.

"So this is how you was able to beat Gunner and Drake so easily," Wyatt said.

"Well, Gunner, yes. But Drake's a different story. Honestly, part of my prediction about what Drake was going to do when he was fighting me was wrong. I think it was because I didn't know that much about his personality. So remember, if you don't at least know something about the person, your prediction success ratio will be about 50/50," I explained.

" Alright," he said obediently.

"Hold on I got to pee," I said as I got up and walked to the toilet.

I pulled down my pants a little and started peeing. Unexpectedly, In the corner of my eye, I see Wyatt staring at my penis as I pee. I then noticed that the toilet is at an angle where he can easily see everything. I finish peeing and then flush the toilet. As soon as I turn to wash my hands, Wyatt puts his head down and quickly shoves his hands in between his legs in an attempt to hide his emerging 'excitement', After washing my hands, I walk back across the room to my bed and sits back where I was.

"Now let's play a different game. Have you ever played 'Battle' before?"

"Yeah! That's my favorite game," he giggled as he looked at me and I saw his face was slightly red.

"Oh yeah? Well, don't think your newly gained prowess of prediction will work in this game because it won't. The stipulations and the variables you have to consider is too steep. This game is based purely on luck," I said.

"Well, let's make it more interesting," Wyatt stammered shyly as he unconsciously moved one of his hands from between his legs.

So I was right, he was 'excited'. "How so?" I said, thinking to myself that this sounds vaguely familiar.

"Hold on," Wyatt stammered, as he got up.

Clearly and unknowingly revealing his 'bulge', Wyatt went to the outside edge of the bunk bed, grabbed the blanket and draped it across the edge of his top bunk. The way the blanket was draped, No one outside our cell could see me sitting on the bed or couldn't see basically anything that was on the bottom bunk. I was wondering what Wyatt was up to. Wyatt walked around the draped blanket, still with a bulge in his pants, and sat back down where he was. I just looked at him and he looked back at me, blushing with a slight smile and an innocent look on his face.

"Here's the stakes: If you win, I'll call you the 'King of Battle' every time we play battle and you can make the rules every time we play," he said shyly.

"And what if you win?" I asked.

"If I win?" Wyatt stammered. "If I win, you have to do anything I tell you, no questions asked," he stated as he blushed and looked away.

It surprised me, but it still didn't explain why he draped his blanket.

"Oh, and one more rule. Every time a person loses a battle, they have to take off a piece of clothing. The battles will continue until one person has no more clothes to take off," he said quietly and shyly.

I stared at Wyatt in shock. I couldn't believe that he just proposed those rules. Now, I started to figure out what it was all about. The kid just wanted to see me naked again but this time close up and in private. He's cunning too. He made the rules so if he doesn't win at least he gets to see me half naked. But if he does win he gets to see me fully naked, although that rule might just backfire. The only thing I can't figure out is why would he add that I would have to do anything he tells me to do if he wins. This was interesting. Wyatt kept his face hidden as he awaited for total rejection.

"Okay. I'll play by your rules," I said while smiling.

"What!? Really?" he said as he quickly lifted his head up.

I started shuffling the deck. "Yeah, let's do this."

I split the cards up in half and gave him one half. By this time, the yard light came on and the sun was pretty much gone. With the light shining directly into our cell, I was able to see Wyatt clearly. It was like we had a light bulb in our cell.

"Let's get started. Get ready to start calling me 'King of Battles'," I smiled at Wyatt.

Wyatt smiled back, "As if."

We both drew one card and without looking at it, we placed it down and looked at each other.

"Flip it over on three. One, two, three," I said.

We both flipped our cards over and saw each others card. We both drew a seven. It was a tie.

"Tie breaker," Wyatt said.

We drew another card and this time, Wyatt had a Queen and I had a two, so that means Wyatt won the first battle.

"Queen is greater than a two. You lose," he giggled.

"Fine," I sighed playfully as I took off my shirt.

Wyatt stopped and stared a little at my slightly muscular but skinny physique.

"Come on, lets start battle 2," I said, pretending that I didn't see him staring.

We drew our cards and placed them down, facing upward. I drew a King and Wyatt drew another Queen.

"I win this time," I said, smiling.

Wyatt continue to smile and started blushing as he took off his shirt to reveal his peach colored smooth skin, his pink nipples and his slightly toned abdomen.

"You play sports?" I asked as I drew my next card.

"Soccer and Tennis," he said as his blushing became more noticeable.

"Ready for round three? This is where it starts getting good," I said playfully.

"I'm ready," Wyatt said as he uses one hand to cover his hardening penis and the other to draw a card. We place our cards down. I drew a ten and Wyatt drew a eight.

"King of battles, I can hear it now," I chuckled. Wyatt slowly pulled off his shorts and placed it next to him. Wyatt's whole body was turning a light red color, his facial expression showed that he was starting to feel embarrassed.

"Wow, you're 'excited'. Good to know I'm not the only one," I smiled, trying to make him feel more comfortable about his predicament.

Wyatt smiles back at me. "You haven't won yet."

"Oh really?" I said as we drew our cards. We place our cards down and reveal what we drew. I drew a king but Wyatt drew an Ace.

"Ha! I win this one!" Wyatt says boastfully.

"Oh crud," I said as I pulled down my shorts.

Wyatt begins staring intensely at my baggy boxers.

"Good thing I'm wearing loose boxers. This might be the final round. Draw your card," I said. We both slowly drew our cards.

"You sure you wanna go through with this. We can forfeit now and all you have to do is call me King of Battles," I try negotiating.

"Never," Wyatt says as he smiles. We both put our cards down. Wyatt's eyes widen and I start smiling.

Wyatt: 9 of hearts.

Ixia: 3 of diamonds.

"I won!" Wyatt said, smiling happily.

"I guess you did," I said as I very slowly pulled down my boxers.

I could see Wyatt staring at my boxers really hard. While he was staring at my boxers, he unconsciously began to pull at his hard penis repeatedly but slowly through his boxers. I finally pulled off my boxers and sat there naked on my bed with my dick as hard as ever.

Wyatt jumped forward towards me saying, "Wow! It's bigger than the last time I saw it!" Then it took him a couple of seconds to realize what he just said. He gasped and covered his mouth and sat back, blushing.

"I was right, so you were looking at my cock before we got in the shower."

Wyatt was so embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He kept one hand over his mouth and the other over his hidden penis.

"Don't be embarrassed and don't cover yours up, I was looking at yours too before we got in the shower."

Wyatt looked at me because he was surprised that I said that, and before I knew it, without me asking, Wyatt pulls off his boxers and reveals his, now, 5 inch [12 cm] long, hard skinny cock and the head of his cock was reddish-pink. Wyatt started looking at my cock agai1n while he was pulling at his own, but this time he wasn't trying to hide it. I thought it was cute, the way he was staring at my cock and how he was pulling at his dick.

"It's so huge, it has to be about ten inches [25 cm] ," he said quietly as he continued pulling his dick. "Can I, can I touch it? Wyatt stammered in a quieter tone of voice.

"Yeah, you can," I said. Wyatt scooted closer, slowly reached over and grabbed my cock. My cock throbs, I grip the bed sheets as I try to stop myself from having a full release. I never had anyone touch my cock before.

"It's so hard and hot," Wyatt said. I managed to stop myself from cumming, but now, part of me wants him to masturbate me. I just wanted to come all over his hand. But if I did that, Wyatt would freak out and never want to do this again.

"Have you ever masturbated before?" I asked Wyatt.

"Master-What?" he said, looking at me.

"I guess not," I chuckled. "Come here. Let me show you. It feels really good. Sit right here in front of me, but turn around."

"Okay," Wyatt stammers. He moves closer, turns around, sits in between my legs with my cock pressing against his back.

"Can I touch?" I asked.

"Yeah," Wyatt says quietly.

"Alright, try not to make loud noises, remember there's another cell not too far from our right," I said.

"What noises? How do you know that I will make noises?" he asked.

"If this is your first time being masturbated, then, yeah, you're probably gonna make some noise. Watch," I say as I grab his hard dick.

Wyatt shudders a little as I wrap my hand around his shaft. I slowly begin to move my hand slowly up and down his dick gripping it tightly. Wyatt starts moaning softly as he looks down to watch me masturbate him.

"This is different from what I do," Wyatt said quietly.

Wyatt grabbed onto my arm and and lend his head back so that it's resting on my chest. He was breathing heavy as I started picking up speed with masturbating him. With every stroke downward on his cock, Wyatt would let out a moan that sounded so innocent, it was driving me crazy. As I caress his dick, I use my left hand to rub his nipples. Tears formed in his eyes as he began to whimper. As Wyatt slowly pushed his hips in the air, he started whining really loud so I used my left hand to cover his mouth. Wyatt's cries of pleasure was muffled by my hand and as he reached his climax, the pitch of his voice got higher and higher. Wyatt's grip around my arm got tighter as his hips got as high as his angle would let him. He then let out a sharp ecstasy filled moaned that was too loud to muffle, and I felt hot droplets of semen on my hand. Wyatt's body relaxed back down as he slowly let out a long hard breath as I uncovered his mouth. Soon I heard a couple of inmates talking. I hope to god that they didn't hear Wyatt's passionate moan.

"I… I felt like I had to pee. It felt so amazing but weird at the same time," Wyatt said, breathing heavy as he laid back against me. I smiled as I raised my hand up and showed Wyatt his cum on my hand.

"What? What is that white stuff?" he asked quietly.

"That's what came out of your dick. Its called semen or, for short, cum. This occurs with every guy. When you masturbate and it starts to make your dick feel really amazing, cum secretes from it, causing you to reach a higher point of pleasure," I explain, in a quiet voice.

"It felt really really good when it came out," he whispered. I smiled at him and decided to take a risk. Even though I had never tried to do this before, I was feeling quite confident. I stuck out my tongue and licked up some of his cum from off of my hand. Wyatt's beautiful mild green eyes widened as he witnessed me swallowing his semen. I was stunned. It actually tasted pretty good to me. The taste, it was hard to describe, it almost taste like really sweet juice from a peach.

"You swallowed it," Wyatt said, blushing. "Does it taste good?"

"Yeah, really good," I said as I moved my hand in front of his mouth. Wyatt first sniffed it and then licked up just a little and swallowed. My dick got harder as I watched him eat his own cum.

"It does taste good," Wyatt said as he licked the rest off my hand.

"Everyone's cum taste different. One person's cum might taste sweet and another person's might taste sour. I think it really based on their personality," I said and then waited and hoped that a certain idea would pop up in Wyatt's head. After a few seconds, Wyatt turned around and looked at me. And just like I predicted and hoped, that certain idea popped up in his head.

"What does yours taste like?" he asked shyly.

"I don't know. I never tried to taste it before," I said.

"Can I try it then?" he asked as he twiddled his fingers.

"Yeah, you can. You just have to masturbate me until it comes out."

"Okay," he said as he turned around.

Wyatt grabbed my hard dick and was about to start until we heard someone coming up the stairway. Although the draped blanket was there, stopping anyone from seeing us, Any guard that walks pass and see that will get suspicious and come into the cell. As the guard walked up the steps, obviously doing his rounds, I point at the blanket and Wyatt immediately knew what I want him to do. Wyatt quickly wraps his naked body with his blanket and I do the same thing with mine. I then quickly grab the deck of cards and starts shuffling them. The guard gets to our cell and looks in. The guard turns out to be Mr. Keith.

"Hey, you guys okay?" Mr. Keith asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Just checking. Well, I will be here all night and I'll be passing by frequently so let me know if you guys want to talk," Mr. Keith said as he walked away.

"Goodnight," I said as Mr. Keith left from our cell. Without hesitation Wyatt, turned around and lifted up the bottom of my blanket and grabbed my dick.

"Wyatt, we can't. Mr. Keith is walking around now. If he catches us, he's going to separate us."

"Okay," he said, letting go of my dick and looking disappointed.

"Don't worry. You can do it tomorrow night. I promise. Believe me, I want you to try it, but we can't risk getting caught," I said as I rubbed his head.

"Okay," he said again, but this time his tone was much happier.

"Come on, Lets get some sleep."

"Alright, well, I'm gonna sleep in this bed with you," Wyatt said with a devious smile.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Remember, I won when we played battle. So, you can't ask any questions," he giggled. Oh, and no boxers. We sleep just like this."

So this is why he made that rule. This kid is good. I couldn't believe he planned so far ahead. Well, he did hack into a government memory base. I was pinned down, I couldn't ask anything or even disagree.

"Okay, fine," I said with a playful defeated look on my face as I spread out my blanket but still covering myself.

"First, this might be a little risky," he said. Wyatt got up, still wrapped in his blanket, and climbed to the top bunk. All I heard was some shuffling around above me. I was trying to figure out what he was about to do. Wyatt climb down from the top bunk completely exposed and naked. I panicked, if Mr. Keith passed by right now, it would be a mess. Wyatt hurried up and scampered into my bed and covered up under my sheets, pushing me closer to the wall.

"Goodnight," he giggled as he laid down with his head turned away from me.

"Goodnight," I answered as I laid down on my back.

After a few minutes of quietness. I felt Wyatt's hand move across my hip and onto my dick.

"You're still excited?" he asked.

"I can't help it. I never went to sleep naked," I told him.

"Well, since you're still excited-" Wyatt started. He grabbed as much of my cock as he could and started masturbating me. I began moaning quietly. My semen was already boiling up to the head of my cock because of the excitement of masturbating Wyatt and sleeping naked. I was so ready to blow my load. But I started thinking about what was about to happen.

"Wyatt, you gotta stop. If you keep going, it'll shoot out everywhere and it'll be a pain to clean up," I said breathing heavy.

"I still want to taste it," he said as he began to think. "Wait, I know!" Wyatt went under the blanket and crawled downward a little. I began to wonder what he was going to do this time. Then, he did something that shocked me. Wyatt wrapped his lips around the head of my dick as he used his hand to continue to masturbate me. Pleasure shot through my body as I felt his mouth pulsating around the head of my cock. I can't believe it, no one has ever did this to me. It was amazing. I couldn't help it. My body started moving on its own. As Wyatt's head rested on my stomach, I placed one hand on top of his head and the other on the side of his face. Although my hands were above the blanket and Wyatt's head under it, I could still feel his face like the blanket wasn't even there. With my hands still in those positions, I slowly begin to push Wyatt's head down further on my dick. As I did this, Wyatt strokes got shorter and shorter. It got to a point where he just stopped stroking my cock. Once I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of his throat, I pulled his head back slowly and then pushed it back down again. I whimpered as I picked up speed.

"God! Wyatt! This feels so good!" I said as I continued to move his head back and forth. As soon as I said that, I felt Wyatt start to move his head on his own. I moved my hand from the side of his face but kept my other hand on top of his head. I felt it. I was about to reach my climax.

"You guys still awake?" Mr. Keith said as he walked to our cell door. I quickly grabbed Wyatt's head and held it still. My heart stopped. I couldn't say anything.

"Oh, I see Wyatt went to sleep already in his bunk," Mr. Keith said.

"Uh, yeah," I said, unsure of what he was talking about. As I was talking, Wyatt began to move his tongue around on my dick.

"I'm about to-!!" I said as my voice cracked and whined.

"Huh?" Mr. Keith motioned, trying to figure out if I was okay.

"uh… I'm about to go to sleep. Goodnight," I said as I lay my head sideways on my pillow without moving my body.

"Alright, goodnight," Mr. Keith said as he walked away.

As soon as Mr. Keith walks away. I push Wyatt's head back and forth quickly as I lean my head back on my pillow with my eyes closed. My dick felt like it was melting in Wyatt's mouth. Wyatt then took control again and maintained that fast pace. I moaned as I felt Wyatt's saliva against the hot and boiling surface of my dick. Wyatt then went as far down as he could, almost to a point where my hard cock was gagging him and my dick wasn't all the way in his mouth. Wyatt rotated his head a little as I felt my dick slide down his throat. My dick went so far down his throat that now, my whole dick was in his mouth. I covered my mouth as I moaned, whine, whimpered, almost at the same time, which is almost impossible. Wyatt pulled off of my dick for a couple of seconds to catch his breath and then put it back in his mouth. He continued his fast paced movement. I begin to spread my legs open and move my hips back and forth to match the movements of Wyatt's head. My cock starts throbbing as I reach my climax.

"Oh god! Here it comes! I'm about to come!" I said in a low but strained voice.

I had a full release. I felt my cum shoot into Wyatt's mouth. I whimpered every time cum shot out of my cock. In total, it was eight shots of cum going straight into his mouth. I could feel Wyatt dragging his lips up my cock. As his lips slid across the head of my cock, I let out a sharp whimper and a ninth shot of cum went into his mouth. Wyatt lifted his head from under the blanket. His face was red and his mouth was full of my semen. Before I knew it, he started swallowing my cum. It took about four and a half gulps to swallow it all. I looked at him, still trying to catch my breath. I felt so weak, all my energy was gone.

"It taste like thick Maple Syrup," Wyatt said as he licked his lips. "I like it."

After all this, it got me thinking. Why would Wyatt be willing to go this far and do this type of thing. We literally just met and we are already doing stuff like this.

"Did it feel good to you? I never did that to anyone before so I don't know if I'm pretty good at it."

"There's no words that can describe how good you made me feel," I said, as Wyatt laid down next to me. "Oh, what did you do to your bunk?"

"I put my pillow under the blanket so that it looks like I'm under the cover," Wyatt giggled.

"Classic and smart," I said, with a smile.

"But, you were right, your cum does taste different than mine," Wyatt said, smiling.

"Wyatt?"

"Yeah?"

"If you didn't want it in your mouth you could've told me and I would've stopped. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know. But I kind of wanted it to happen. Even though we just met, I wanted to do this. Well, not exactly this, because I never knew anything about Master-debating, cum, or putting someone's thing in my mouth. The only thing I planned on doing was to try to sneak and look at your thing or give you a kiss, that was it," Wyatt said while blushing.

"First, it's called Masturbating not Master-debating," I chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to say," Wyatt giggled.

"Secondly, does this mean you like boys?" I asked.

"No! It doesn't! " Wyatt said, looking away from me, blushing. "It just means, I only like you. If it was any other person, I probably wouldn't even talk to them in here."

I chuckled to myself. So, he only loves me. But, no matter how you slice it, Wyatt's gay. He just probably won't let his self admit it because he's so young.

"But, why me?" I asked.

"You're the only person here that actually cares about me. The only person who's willing to fight for me and the only person who wants to keep me safe," Wyatt said, shyly. "Like I said earlier, I'm glad you're here with me. I don't know where I would be if you wasn't here."

Wyatt laid his head on my chest. I kissed his head, wrapped my arm around him and held him close. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I then looked down and saw that Wyatt had fell asleep. His face was so relaxed and he looked so peaceful and innocent. I kissed him on his head again and then laid my head back down and closed my eyes. I knew if I moved, even just a little, I'd wake up Wyatt because of the way he was holding on to me and also because he had his head resting on my chest. I begin to fade off into a dreamy black abyss as thoughts clear my mind and I too, fall asleep. The last thing I remember myself thinking was that I was happy.

Chapter Three
Alone

The sound of my cell door automatically opening woke me. My vision was blurry as I started to blink repeatedly to try and clear it up. I looked around and saw the sun lighting up my room. Prisoners talking and laughing made me remember where I was. I looked over to the side of me and there Wyatt was still cuddled up next to me. His cute face made me smile a little as I rubbed his head. After rubbing his head , Wyatt slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning," I said quietly.

"Morning, Ixia," Wyatt mumbled.

I smiled and sat up. The blanket slid off my chest and reminded me that we were completely naked.

"Oh man! We got to put back on our clothes before someone comes in and sees us! I said as I grabbed my boxers and shorts that was next to me.

Wyatt's eyes widened as he quickly sat up and grabbed his shorts and boxers and put them on while he was still under the blanket like me. We both stood up and grabbed our shirts and put them on. As soon as we did, a guard walked into our room holding a tube of toothpaste and two toothbrushes in his hand.

"From Guard Captain Keith," the guard said as he handed it to us and left out.

"Mr. Keith's a Captain? Cool!!" Wyatt exclaimed.

"Come on, lets brush our teeth," I said as I walked across the cell to the sink, thinking to myself, "That was close."

I turned on the water and put some toothpaste on my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. I handed Wyatt the toothbrush and toothpaste. After a few seconds, Wyatt began to brush his teeth. While he brushed his teeth, he started humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. He was bobbing his head to the song, he looked so cute. After brushing our teeth, we both spit out our toothpaste, rinsed off our toothbrushes, and rinsed our face. We placed our toothbrushes on the sink and then I walked over to my bed and started straightening my blanket. Wyatt stood back and waited for me to finish. Before I could finish, I looked up and saw two men walk into our cell. It was Mr. Keith and it looked like his boss was with him. I looked at Keith and he had a worried but serious look on his face.

"Ixia Williams, I am the Warden. You've caused quite a bit of trouble yesterday. You've already sent two prisoners to the Medic Ward, and one of the prisoners have a mild concussion," the Warden said.

"Sir, I'm pretty sure that he was--," Keith started.

"Silence, Captain Keith," the Warden interrupted.

"I mean no disrespect to you, Warden, But I was defending me and this boy's life," I told him.

"I don't want to hear your make believe stories, child. You did something to end up here in MY prison, so that means you cannot be trusted, so don't expect me to hear you out," the Warden said.

"But sir, I--" I began.

"Enough! I will make an example out of you! You will spend a week in Solitary Confinement!" The Warden yelled. The prisoners around and below my cell room got quiet.

"What!? If I leave Wyatt, he won't be protected! I can't just leave him, he wouldn't last a day! I have to keep him safe or the other prisoners will get to him!" I stressed.

"Please, you can't!" Wyatt pleaded.

"My decision is final!" The Warden said. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart was beating fast as I turned around and walked over to Wyatt.

"Please, No. Don't go," Wyatt said as he begin to cry.

"No. Don't cry. Don't show any type of weakness to the prisoners or they'll prey on it. Look, this is what you need to do: Stay in this cell at all times. Don't come out unless you need to eat and when you do, go in and get out quickly and unnoticeable. Be the very last person to take a shower so you can be by yourself. And lastly if you get into an altercation with a prisoner, don't sit there, you need to run. Okay?"

"Okay," Wyatt said sniffling. I wipe the tears from his face, and then hugs him.

"Remember, if you don't need to leave the cell, stay hidden," I said as I turn around and walk over to Mr. Keith.

"Okay," Wyatt said. I looked at the Warden and he was looking at me with a weird look on his face, almost like he couldn't believe the affection I just showed Wyatt.

"Follow me," Mr. Keith said as he and the Warden led me out of my cell. I looked back and saw that Wyatt was trying to fight his tears. Soon I couldn't see into my cell anymore. I then looked down, over the railing and saw Drake looking up at me as I was being led to a different part of the prison. I stared at Drake and he stared back at me until I was out of his view. After walking for a while we finally got to a hallway and at the end was a door.

"Ixia, what is your relationship with that boy? Are you boys related?" The Warden asked as we walked down the hallway.

"He's my friend. He is innocent; and so am I. I literally saved him from being molested and possibly getting raped in the showers. We've grown more and more attached ever since, even though it's only been a day," I said as we stopped in front of the door. Mr. Keith unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was a bed, a toilet, and a sink. I walked in and turned around to look at Mr. Keith.

"Just promise me one thing, watch out for Wyatt," I said.

"I can't, I'm not posted in the prison's lobby. I'm sorry," Mr. Keith said as the Warden slowly shut the door.

I went over and sat down on my bed, thinking about Wyatt, and holding my head for about fifteen minutes. With no one to protect him, Wyatt's chance of survival was dwindling in the single digits. I couldn't accept the fact that I would be in here while Wyatt's probably going to get gang raped or even worse, get beat up or killed. What am I going to do up in here for whole week.

Wyatt's Point-of-View

"Please, no. Don't go," I beg Ixia.

"No. Don't cry. Don't show any type of weakness to the prisoners or they'll prey on it. Look, this is what you need to do: Stay in this cell at all times. Don't come out unless you need to eat and when you do, go in and get out quickly and unnoticeable. Be the very last person to take a shower so you can be by yourself. And lastly if you get into an altercation with a prisoner, don't sit there, you need to run. Okay?" Ixia said, looking at me with so much concern.

"Okay," I said sniffling.

Ixia wipes the tears from my face and then hugs me.

"Remember, If you don't need to leave the cell, stay hidden," Ixia says as he walks away from me and towards Mr. Keith and the Warden.

"Okay," I told Ixia, trying to hold back my tears.

The Warden looked at me and then looked at Ixia with this strange expression on his face.

"Follow me," Mr. Keith told Ixia as all three of them left the cell.

"Bye," I whispered, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, they began to flow out of my eyes and down my cheek, and that's when I saw Ixia looking back at me before he walked out of my line of sight.

I sat on Ixia's bed, wondering why this could be happening. I know that Ixia fought to protect me, but why did bad things have to happen to good people. Without someone to lookout for me, I started to feel as though I wasn't going to make it to the end of the day. I guess this is what it would've been like if I had never met Ixia. So many prisoners and only one me. I begin to panic as I think of all the factors and what's probably going to take place in the next few days. After a while, the prisoners below and around my cell start to talk again. I wonder if any of the prisoners knew what just happened. For my sake, I hope they don't. If they don't, I could just do as Ixia told me and they won't remember that I exist. I got up and finished straightening Ixia's bed. That's when I heard some of the prisoner's talking fade away. I looked outside my window and there were prisoners pouring into the wreck yard, playing basketball and starting to workout. I sighed knowing that some of the prisoners had left the main area of the prison. My appetite was gone so I didn't want to go down there to eat so I just peeped out my cell and looked over the railing. There was still prisoners down there but it seemed to only be Drake's crew. He was having some kind of Crew Meeting, there were so many prisoners down there. Trevor was telling the truth when he said the Syko crew ran the prison. I was trying to listen to what they was saying but they were talking too low. I quietly walked down to the second floor, but I still couldn't hear what they were talking about. I was about to walk down to the ground floor but Drake suddenly raised his voice.

"Alright, that's it. You guys can go. Fox, Derrick, and Sal, you guys stay here with me," Drake said.

All three of those guys was huge and muscular. They were giants compared to Drake; and Drake is no small dude. Fox was the smallest of the three and Sal was the biggest.

I ducked down, as the prisoners left to go outside. After a few minutes, after the talking disappeared, I look up and saw Trey, the leader of the Dark Ages crew, standing in front of me with three of his crew members behind him. I quickly got up and backed up.

"Well well, look who we have here. It's one of the new kids, what was your name again? I think I remember it was Wyatt, right?" Trey said with a smile on his face. I so was terrified. I couldn't move.

"But, is it true? I heard that the other new kid, your personal bodyguard, got a week of Solitary confinement," Trey said as his crew behind him started laughing.

My heart had stopped. They know that Ixia's gone.

"Forget about him, I'll be your new body guard," Trey chuckled as he took a step closer.

"Stop! Don't come near me!" I yelled as I stepped back.

"Aw. Don't be scared, I just wanna play," Trey said with a smile on his face.

Don't just sit there. Run, echoed through my head. I didn't stay there any longer, I did what I was told to do and ran away.

"Get him!" Trey said, as they started running after me. I ran along the walkway of the second floor, out of the first lobby and into the second, then down the stairs onto the ground floor. I had no idea where I was going, but all I knew was Trey and his three men was right on my tail. At one time, one of them grabbed my shirt a little but I was able to force them to let go. Soon I made so many turns I lost track of how to get back. I turned again and found myself in a dead end room. I stopped and turned around. As soon as I turned around two of Trey's crew grabbed me by my arms and pinned me back against the wall.

"Let me go! Stop!" I cried, trying to wiggle free.

"Lay him down on the table," Trey demanded.

The two men pulled me and forced me to lay back on the nearby table. I was able to wiggle one of my arms free and lift off the table a little bit.

"Hold him down!" Trey snarled.

One of the guys grabbed my arm again and slammed me back against the table.

"Please stop! I want to go back to my cell, Leave me alone!" I yell.

"You know why I'm in here, kid? I use to work at a summer camp teaching gorgeous young boys like you. Everyday while I was there, I molested or fucked one in the ass. Some of them liked it and some of them didn't. But I eventually got caught. One of the kid ratted me out as soon as he got home. That was three years ago, it's been so long since I touched a boy's soft smooth skin," Trey said as he walked over to me.

Trey lifted up my shirt and started rubbing my chest and stomach.

"God, your skin is soft like cotton. I'd almost forgot what it feels like," Trey said.

"Stop! Don't touch me!" I scream, trying to get free.

"But the thing I missed the most is the sweet innocent smell of young cock," Trey says as he grabs the band of my shorts.

"No! Stop!" I scream.

"Hey! Hands off of him, now!"

Trey, his three crew members, and I look at the doorway. I was shocked.

"Trey, back off the kid," Drake said.

"I beat you to him, so you back off," Trey said.

"That's not it. I'm here because Wyatt's under my protection," Drake said as ten of his crew members walked in. "Now, here's your fucking choices: turn him over to me and you live or don't let him go and we take him by force. You're outnumbered so choose wisely," Drake said with a straight face. I couldn't believe it, the person I least expected came to save me. Trey lets go of the band of my shorts.

"Let him go," Trey told his crew. They let go of my arms and I get up and step back away from them.

"Well? Get over here! I didn't risk ten of my men's lives just for you to fucking stand there," Drake yelled.

I didn't know whether to trust Drake. Why was he so interested in protecting me now? Either way, it's better than being in here with Trey. I ran over to Drake.

"You'll pay for taking my lunch away from me, Drake," Trey said with a psychotic look on his face.

"If you are hungry, go to the cafeteria," Drake said as he and his crew escorted me out. It took a few minutes to get back to our lobby. Walking in between Fox and Sal, I decided to ask Drake the big question.

"Why are you protecting me, Drake?" I ask shyly

"I made a deal with Guard Captain Keith to keep you safe," Drake replied. "Of course it was probably Ixia who prompted Mr. Keith to ask such a thing. It's seems like no matter where Ixia is, he will always do his best to keep you safe," he added as he sat on a table in the lobby while all of his crew members, except Fox, left and went into the wreck yard. Fox walked forward, trying to give Drake his privacy.

"Although, all the nerves in my body is telling me to tear into you like a kid at a candy store, I won't. My reward for keeping you safe is worth it."

I kept my head down in silence, then before I knew it, a heat of frustration washed over me.

"Why!? Why do you guys feel that way towards me and Ixia!? Are we nothing but tools to you!?" I yelled.

"Heh, you talk like you actually know what sex is," Drake said with a smirk.

"Sex? What's-----?" I started, totally confused.

"Exactly. You don't know what sex is or what it even means. Like you said, ignorantly, people use other people as tools of sex but some people have different reasons for using people as tools. My reason is that I just want to experience pleasure with a little kid and it just so happens that I'm attracted to men and boys. But then, there are people that don't experience the same curse that I do. Those people use sex to express how much they deeply love the other person," Drake said looking at me with compassion in his eye.

"But, what exactly is sex?" I asked Drake.

That half-hearted nonchalant look return to Drake's eyes.

"Your innocence is what appeals to me but It'll be a pain trying to explain it to you, so ask Ixia what sex is when he comes back," Drake said.

"Okay," I said, back to being shy.

Drake glanced back at me again, he was looking at me with genuine care in his eyes, the kind of look that was sincere.

"Kid," Drake sighed. "Why is a innocent little boy like you, here, in a dangerous place like this?"

"I hacked into a government database by accident," I said brushing back my bangs from in front of my eyes.

"That's fucking legit," Drake says with a devious smile.

"Thanks, I guess," I said a little unsure.

"Boss! I'm back. So you got the kid? I knew that Ixia guy couldn't beat you," Gunner said as he walked towards us.

"No, Gunner. I didn't beat him. Actually, it was the other way around. And this kid is under my protection so that means look but don't fucking touch. Also, we made a truce, me and my crew promised not to go after them anymore so that includes you too," Drake said.

"What!? Why would you protect him now especially when he's most vulnerable!?" Gunner said.

"You just got back and you're already questioning my decisions!?" Drake said, raising his voice slightly.

"… Sorry, boss. I'm just a little anxious, you know, I was on bed rest for too long," Gunner said, backing off. I looked behind me and saw Trey and his three members come through the lobby door. Fox realized who it was and came to stand by my side. Drake looked up and saw Trey too. Trey passed us up and headed outside to the wreck yard.

"Hey, did you tick off Trey or something because he looks pissed," Gunner asked.

"Yeah, I did. He was trying to have his way with the kid and I stopped him," Drake replied.

"Boss, are you sure you want to get involved with protecting this kid," Gunner asked.

"Yes I'm sure," Drake answered, looking at me with a gentle look on his face.

"Why?" Gunner persistently asked.

"It took me a while to notice it until earlier, when me and him was talking, before you arrived, but Wyatt reminds me of my late son," Drake said still looking at me with a gentle face. "That's why I decided to truly not go after him but to actually look out for him."

"This boy is not like your son!" Gunner said, raising his voice.

"So you know what my son was like!? How could you? My son died when he was nine years old!" Drake yelled, now he was staring at Gunner. Gunner couldn't say anything. I was stuck in shock, amazed at what was unfolding here. Did I really remind Drake of his late son? I couldn't believe the leader of the most powerful gang in the prison was sticking up for me.

"Exactly… You know what Gunner? Apparently your hunger for this boy is out control, now I can finally see how I have been acting for all these years. It's animalistic. As of now, Gunner, you are out of the Syko crew. If you want this boy so badly go join Dark Ages and fucking daydream about it all day because you'll never get him," Drake said.

"What you can't just kick me out of Syko like--" Gunner started.

Grabbing Gunners shoulders, Fox said, "The boss said you're out, now leave."

"Don't touch me, you damn dirty ape!" Gunner yelled. Before I knew it, Gunner was on the ground again. Fox had knocked him out with one hit, and it looked like Fox wasn't even trying. I giggled a little. Drake turned and looked at me with a smile.

"Funny, right," Drake said as he smiled.

"Yeah," I said.

"What should I do with him, boss?" Fox asked.

"Just leave him. Tell the crew that Gunner is kicked out of Syko."

"Yes sir," Fox replied and left.

"Drake, what happened to your son?" I asked quietly.

"I was a single dad, raising Evan by myself. It was hard. The lack of money was our main problem and I just got fired. Rent wasn't paid for and we was going to get evicted if I hadn't come up with the money soon. So I tried take the easy route, I began selling drugs, and it worked. Once we had enough money to last a year, I wanted out, but the guys I hung with had different plans. I was driving my kid to school and the next thing I know, two cars block me in the intersection and starts shooting at my car. All I remember is Evan screaming and then waking up in the hospital. I barely survived but I couldn't say the same thing for Evan. I got so angry that after I got out of the hospital, I hunted both of those guys down and slit their throats after slowly torturing them for hours. I then turned myself in and got life in prison," Drake explained.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked you that," I said feeling guilty a little.

"Don't worry about it. By the way Evan was 9 years old when he passed and that was two years ago," Drake said.

"I'm eleven, so if he was still alive, he would be the same age with me," I said looking up at Drake as I pushed my bangs from in front of my eyes.

"That sounds about right," Drake said smiling at me. Around this time the prisoners started pouring into the lobby. There was a commotion going on, the prisoners were yelling and all of a sudden two people started fighting. It caught me and Drake's attention. Soon it turned into a six on one fight. I was trying to see who it was so I got up off the seat. It was Drake's crew beating up Trevor. I gasped.

"Trevor!" I screamed. I turned around and look at Drake.

"He's a friend of yours?" Drake said as he stood up.

"Yes," I said with a scared look on my face.

"That's all I need to know," Drake said as he quickly walked over to the group.

"What the FUCK is going on!? Break it up NOW!"

And just like that the fight was broken up. Trevor was on the ground bleeding from the nose and the mouth. I wanted to rush over to Trevor but me going over there would only make Drake look bad.

"Jay, why the fuck are you and the rest of these guys beating up on him?" Drake asked.

"He was talking shit on the basketball court and someone had to shut him up," Jay said.

"You got in a couple hits, now be satisfied. We don't waste our strength on small fries like him, do you understand!?" Drake asked, putting more bass in his voice. "That goes for all of you, now go fucking walk it off!"

"Yes, sir," Jay and the crew members said simultaneously. Everyone left, leaving Drake by Trevor.

"Your name is Trevor, right?" Drake said helping Trevor up to his feet.

"Right, thanks for stopping them, sometimes my mouth gets me in trouble," Trevor said groaning a little.

"Don't thank me, thank the kid," Drake said pointing at me. " he was concerned about you, so anyone that he considers a friend, is alright by me," Drake and Trevor walk over to me.

"Thanks Wyatt," Trevor said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm just glad you're okay," I said looking up at him.

"I am, thanks to you," Trevor said.

"Good," I said smiling a little.

"Trevor, how about you join my crew?" Drake offered.

"I'm not into crews and stuff but since you did save my life, let me at least think about it," Trevor said.

"Alright, that's good enough for me," Drake answered.

"Well, I'll see you guys around, thanks again Wyatt," Trevor said walking away.

"Thanks, Drake," I said smiling at him.

"Don't mention it, kid," Drake said.

"Not kid, it's Wyatt," I said.

"Sorry, kid. I mean Wyatt," Drake said correcting himself. "Come on, let's get some breakfast, Wyatt."

"Alright, Drake," I said as we begin to walk to the cafeteria.

Sitting down at a table with a bunch of people was really different from what I did yesterday. I got to know a lot of Drake's crew members. They are nice people when you're not against them. Drake was sitting on my left and fox on my right. After eating my grits, Fox got up and escorted me to the trashcan to throw away my plastic plate. I looked so tiny next to that tall, huge muscle monster. After throwing away my plate, I went back to sit back down by Drake.

"So I tell this nigga, Fuck you. I got Syko behind me. Play with me if you want to," Laos said, as I sat down, hearing the end of their conversation.

"Fucking right," Ernest approved and so did a couple of other Syko members. Drake just sat there,smiling, as he listened to Laos's story.

"So Wyatt, you never told us why you got put here with hardened criminals like us," Fox said, sitting next to me.

"Well, I accidently hacked into a government database and when I did, I got a look at some classified files. So they charged me as an adult and put me here," I explained.

"Damn. That real shit," Laos said. Honestly I don't know if he was commending me or what. I don't understand slang talking habits very well.

"Accidental? How could something like that be accidental?" Sal asked.

"Well, a boy, at the middle school I attend, whose name is Jake, told me to do it but I don't think he knew that it was a government database that he wanted me to hack into. That's why I said it was accidental," I said.

"That wasn't an accident. I think that kid knew what he was doing when he asked you to hack into that database," Drake said. "What made you want to do that kid a favor anyway? Because when you just told us about him, you introduced him as a boy at your school, not as a friend."

"Because… he was one of the cool kids…" I said shyly.

"And you thought if you did him this favor, he would let you hang with him and his friends?" Drake continued.

"… Yeah," I said, looking down at the table.

"Wow. Your middle school is almost as cut-throat as being in prison," Ernest chuckled.

"I have some pretty awesome friends there though. I wonder what they're doing right now," I said, looking up with a smile. All of a sudden the Intercom buzzes causing the Mess hall to get quiet for a few minutes.

"Block A through Block G report to the showers," the Intercom blasted.

"Well, It's showering time," Laos said as he stood.

"Wait. I thought we take showers in the evening," I said, sounding a little bit nervous.

"Yeah we did yesterday, but it alternates. It switches from evening then morning everyday," Fox said.

"Don't tell me you're still scared of showering with a bunch of guys," Laos said. "I mean we already seen you once, so it's no big deal."

I just got up and didn't say anything. Drake looked up at me and then stood up next to me. "Come on, lets get going," he said. As we walked from the Mess Hall and headed to the showers, I was thinking to myself that Laos was right… I was still scared of showering with them. Who could blame me? They're bigger and stronger than me, if they really wanted to, they could easily beat me up. I really wish that Ixia was here.

We walked into the locker room and there was prisoners already in the showers but only a few. But it was about to get crowded because it seemed like the whole Syko crew was going to take a shower at the same time. Me, Drake and the others walked over to the middle aisle and they immediately started getting undressed. I started getting undressed but as I did, no one that was by me, looked in my direction.

"Are you done getting undressed," Drake asked, still looking away from me.

"Yeah," I said. As soon as I said that, a couple of guys started to turn around to look at me but Drake abruptly stopped them.

"Eyes forward gentlemen. You should only be looking at what's in front of you," Drake said as he walked to get a towel. Everyone kept their eyes forward and walked to get a towel. I followed behind them as I grabbed a towel and entered the shower room. As everyone cleared out of the way to get to a shower head, I kept walking forward, a little bit insecure about my nakedness. As I looked around I noticed no one was looking at me, they either had their eyes forward or they were looking at each other as they talked. Still walking forward, I see one open spot and I walked to it. Never realizing who it was that I was standing next to until I got over there.

"Still feeling uncomfortable?" Drake said, looking away from me as he washed himself.

"Yeah… Just a little.," I stuttered as I turned on the shower. "If Ixia was here…"

"It seems like you guys got really close after just one day," he said.

"Yeah, He actually looks out for me," I said, as I began to wash myself. All of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and there's some black guy behind me.

"Damn, we got a hell of a piece right here. Hey, boss, this kid's got a fucking V-line," the man said.

"I wouldn't do that If I was you, Terrence. The kid is well protected," Felix, the leader of Saturn Crew, stated.

"What do mean? That other boy was put into Solitary Confinement, right?" Terrence asked.

"Yes, But thats not what I was talking about," Felix answered in a cool and collective voice.

"Get your hands off of me!" I said as I slapped his hand off of my shoulder.

"Oh… we got a fiesty one here," Terrence said as he grabbed my chin and pushed me against the wall.

"Terrence… I'm warning you. You're going to regret it in a few seconds if you don't stop," Felix said.

"Can't I take a shower in peace!!" I said, completely fustrated. All of a sudden Drake turns around and punches Terrence in the face, knocking him out with little effort.

"Should have listened," Drake said, and then turned to look at me.

"Thanks," I said. Drake just stood there staring at me for a couple of seconds and then turned back to the shower.

"Don't mention it kid," he said.

"Aw… Geez… Always the hard headed one," Felix sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that Kid."

"Um… It's okay," I said a little stunned and confused.

"What's wrong?" Drake asked as he looked at me and then suddenly turned away.

"That guy, Felix, He just apologized to me… I'm… shocked," I said as I took one last look at Felix and then turned back, focusing on showering again with an unconscious man on the ground somewhat behind me.

"Yeah, Felix is… a good guy and I trust him with my life. So if anything happens to me and if the Crew gets torn apart, Felix is the guy I want you to go to. He'll keep you safe," he said looking down at me.

"Oh… Okay," I said. I then looked down and noticed Drake was really hard and it was a little bit bigger than Ixia's. I smiled nervously as I looked up at Drake's face.

"Geez..Come on Wyatt. Give me a break. I already said that I wasn't going to touch you. But I can't say that I won't get horny as hell, especially when I'm showering right next to you," he said. I turned back facing the shower, still smiling nervously.

All of a sudden I said something and I don't know why I did."You know, you can easily tell your crew to hold me down while you do whatever you want to me," I said, still looking forward, washing myself.

"Are you… Are you trying to give me permission to do something to you?" he asked as he continued to look directly at me. I didn't say a word. I just continued to wash myself.

"That'll never happen though. I'd never hurt someone who reminds me so much of my son, and even if I didn't agree to the deal that Guard Captain Keith proposed, I still wouldn't have caused you any pain or injury because you kind of look like him too," Drake explained as he looked away from me.

"Really? I look like your son?' I asked.

"Yeah, your eyes look just like his. Your facial features is almost an exact match and your hair…" he said as started ruffling my wet hair. "… is almost the same as his."

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah, really," he said, giving me the same kind-hearted and loving look that he gave me earlier.

"Uh… Boss? You okay?" Fox asked from a couple of showerheads over to the left.

"Y-yeah… I'm fine," Drake said as he stopped ruffling my hair and turned back to his showerhead. I turned back around and started to rinse myself off. Afterwards I started to dry myself off and left the shower. Laos, Sal, then Drake came out aftewards. By the time they came in the dressing room I had on my orange Mesh shorts and black T-shirt. As I walked out, Drake and the others were still putting on their clothes, forgetting that I would be without their protection if I walked out without them.

I looked around and remembered that being out here wasn't the best idea.

"We meet again, Wyatt," Trey said as he walked towards me from my left. I was panicking, I can't believe that I let my guard down and walked out here by myself, I had to do something.

"I'm quite surprised that you're out here unprotected," Trey said as he smiled and stopped only a few feet away from me. I guess he was anticipating that I would run again.

"So it seems," I smiled as I folded my arms. "Although I could say the same thing to you," I bluffed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Trey said, a little bit unnerved.

"You think it weird that I'm standing here by myself, After all that effort to protect me?" I continued to bluff with a smug smile. " You sure you didn't just walk into an ambush? It'll be pretty easy to take you out right now."

"He's right. You should leave while you have the chance," Drake said from behind me, along with Laos, Fox, Sal and a couple of others.

"We were just seeing if someone important would take the bait, and we were right," I continued. Trey backed up as he looked at me with so much agitation and anger.

"You might wanna watch where you're going," Ernest said. Trey almost stumbled as he caught his balance as he almost tripped over a chair. Trey turned around as he began to walk away.

"Very clever, Wyatt. Bluffing like that. You're one smart kid," Laos said.

"Well, I had to think of something," I said.

"Next time, don't do something so risky, You have to remember that this is a prison," Drake said as he walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah. Sorry, I kinda wasn't paying attention when I walked out."

"It's alright," Drake said. "Well, there's no reason for us to be staying around here. Let's go out to the Wreckyard," As we walked to the wreckyard I looked back at Trey to see him staring back at us from far away. It was kind of creepy.

"Don't worry about him anymore,okay?" Laos said.

"Okay," I answered back.

After going out to the wreckyard, Drake, Fox and Sal went straight to the workout equipment, while the rest went to play basketball. I stood around and actually thought about this for a minute… Is this really how a prison works? Eat, clean, exercise, play, sleep, and the repeat? No work? I think I kind of like this. Although I rather be free and focusing in my academics. For the first 30 minutes, I stood by Drake watching him and the others workout. Watching them take turns and being each other's spotters. Then I started watching a few of the Syko crew and a few of the Saturn Crew member play a couple of friendly games of basketball. It started to make me wonder something.

"Hey, Drake?" I called out.

"Yeah?" Drake said, who was all sweaty and exhausted.

"If Syko and Saturn are such good friends, why don't you just merge into one big gang?" I asked.

"Because then there would be two leaders trying to control one gang, and that will only cause trouble in the future. So we both agreed to stay two seperate gangs."

"Oh Okay," I said.

"Come on Wyatt. It's your turn," Laos smile as he beckoned me to weight bench.

"Uh, No thanks…" I chuckled nervously.

"Come on, You need to get some muscle on those scrawny things you call arms," Drake said. " I'll be your spotter."

Drake walked over to the bench, I followed behind him, still a little unsure about this. Before he got to the weight bench, I grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned around and saw that I had this serious concerned look on my face. He knelt down so that he was eye to eye level with me.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Drake asked.

"I just… I don't…" I stuttered, reluctant to say what was wrong.

"I know exactly whats wrong," Drake whispered. "You're worried that you're gonna embarrass yourself, because you can only do a few push ups with the weights."

I was so surprised that he was really able to figure out what was wrong with me without me saying anything. I nodded to what he said, confirming that he was right.

"We all know that you're significantly smaller than us here so we won't be expecting you to do too much, especially because you're young," Drake continued to whisper.

"Drake. Wyatt. You guys coming or what?" Ernest said.

"Yeah," Drake said as he got up ruffled my hair and walked over to the bench. I followed him and then laid back on the bench, under the weight. Drake stood above me, up by my head.

"Change the weight to ten pounds [4.5 kg] Ernest. Alright Wyatt, since this is your first time, I'm only want you to do 10 lifts."

"Okay," As I looked up at him. The way he was standing over me, his dick was a few inches over my face and I could see it's fairly large imprint through his orange mesh shorts. I was so busy staring at it, I didn't notice that Drake was looking down at me.

"My eyes are up here," Drake said, in a way where only I could hear him, as he smiled a little. I blushed as I looked away from him, embarrassed that I was caught looking at his ''hardware.''

"Alright. Ready whenever you are," Drake said to me in his regular voice. I began to lift the weight, feeling the strain in my arm muscles. Then I lifted again and again until I was on number 9. Before I knew it, my arms gave in. Drake grabbed the weight, stopping it from falling on me and then set it back in it's base.

"Good job, Wyatt. Next time, we'll do ten," Drake said as he helped me up.

"Yeah," I said breathing heavy.

"We'll turn those baby muscles into real muscles," Sal said.

"Alright, Fox. I'm going go again. I need you to be my spotter," Drake said as he added two 20 pound [9 kg] plates the bar, making it a total of 50 pounds [22.5 kg].

"Fine. Although, you really don't need one," Fox said.

"Wait. I'll be your spotter," I said as I walk over to him and stood at his head.

"uh… sure," Drake said, a little confused.

"Alright. Let's go. Since you're older and stronger than me, you should be able to do at least 20," I smiled.

"20? Thats easy," Drake said as he quickly did his twenty. I was so amazed at how fast he them. I smiled because I knew that he was showing off.

"Quit being a show off. You usually do about 120 lbs [54 kg]," Laos said as he walked behind me to get more weights. I moved forward, unintentionally pushing my penis against Drake's head.

"I am so sorry" I said as I slide from behind Laos and away from Drake.

"Heh. It's okay. Laos don't worry about it, I've done enough for today," Drake said as looked at me then at Laos.

"Whatever you say boss," Laos said as he put the weights down. It seems as though that no one realized what just happened. Only Drake knew and it seems like he's going to keep it to himself.

"Come on, Let's go back inside," Drake said. After we went inside, everyone talked for a long time and while they talked I sat there thinking about my friends from school. I wondered how much school work I missed. If Ayaan, Cory, and Leo was okay. Then the thought of my mom entered my head. I miss her so much. Her cooking was the best, especially her deserts. Then I thought about Ixia. He sacrificed the little freedom that he had to keep me safe and he's only known me for about two days. I sat there thinking and talking with Drake and the crew for hours until it was late in the evening. The day seemed to go by fast as I discovered that the crew could be kind-hearted instead of the cruel cold blooded murderers that people brand them as. Everyone's in here for a reason and that reason has a reason so I can't just brand all of them as mindless killing machines. Sitting there thinking about everything, I became detached from the world.

"Lights Out in 15 minutes!" The Intercom blasted.

"The one thing I will never get used to, A fucking bedtime," Ernest said as we walked to our cells.

"Wyatt, you okay?" Sal asked.

"Y-yeah. It's just that it'll be weird not having a cellmate. Even at home, I would sleep in my mom's room most of the time. I'm not used to sleeping by myself yet," I admitted.

"… Well, just for tonight, we can swap cells. I share a cell with Drake so… Boss is that okay with you?" Sal asked.

"Meh… I have no problems with that," Drake shrugged nonchalantly.

"Okay, well that settles it. Tonight I will sleep in your cell and you'll share a cell with the Boss," Sal said as we walked up the metal staircase. "Just follow Drake and he'll lead you to the cell. See ya Boss!"

"Stay Vigilant," Drake said as everyone went their seperate ways. "This way Wyatt."

I followed him up two more cases of stairs and then went down there left walkway. We kept walking until we got to Cell number 2815. The cell was identical to mine, but I kind of already figured that out because after all this is a prison not a Top class Hotel.

"You can have the bottom bunk. I usually sleep at the top anyway," Drake said as he stood at the edge of the bed and took off his shirt.

"Okay," I said as I sat on the bottom bunk. "Drake?" I called out.

""Yeah?" he answered as he walked over to the sink and started looking in the mirror at his face.

"Do you ever find it hard to go to sleep?" I asked, as I recall some of my restless nights at home. Drake stopped and looked at me.

"Always. Everytime when I close my eyes, I hear Evan's screams from the day when I lost him. I have to keep waking up until I don't hear it anymore and that like after five or six times of waking up," he said as he walked back over to the edge of the bed and stood there. "Everyday I regret that I made the wrong choice and got into drugs. My son would still be alive."

"You had good intentions though," I said as the cell door shut and locked automatically.

"Yeah, a lot of bad things happen to guys with good intentions," he said. I sat there, speechless. I couldn't think of anything to counter his statement.

"I know I was good father. I took care of Evan all the time. I didn't let him listen to Rap music, Studying for about two hours was required everyday if he wanted to go outside or play video games. Slang wasn't allowed in his vocabulary. The Internet was locked down in parental control so that he couldn't get into anything like chatrooms or pornography. I planned for him to go to college and everything… I… I was so ready to be a father to him until the day I die…" he said as leaned against the bed. Before I could say anything our cell door shut and all the prisoner's talking was down to a minimum.

"When you get out you can start a new family," I said, trying to give him a glimmer of hope.

"I'm in here for life… I'm not going anywhere," he chuckled. I just sat thinking about the eternity Drake has to endure in here.

"Well… Goodnight," Drake said as he climbed up to his bunk.

"Goodnight," I said. As I lay back on my bed.

Laying there in the awkward silence I anticipate the wreckyard light to come on at anytime. As time goes on, the sky and the cell gets darker and darker. I lay there still waiting for the light to turn on. Unknowing I start to whimper because I realize that this cell is not positioned by a Lightpole like my cell is.

"Wyatt, you okay?" Drake asked from above me.

"Um… You don't have a light outside by your cell?" I asked

"No, why? You aren't afraid of the dark are you?" Drake chuckled. I kept quiet because I was too embarassed to say anything. I hoped that he wouldn't laugh or make fun of my personal fears. I hoped he would be more like Ixia.

"… Oh… I'm sorry…" Drake said. "I was just trying to make a joke," I still didn't say anything, I just laid there in my bed, covered up to my head in my blanket. I laid there frozen, afraid to move. It was almost like the darkness had paralyzed me. Before I knew it I heard a loud creeking noise, I started to panic. What was going on?

All of a sudden I felt something touch my leg. I jerked my leg away and sat up.

"It's just me," Drake said in a low voice. I couldn't even see his face, all I heard was his voice. I felt him cross over me and get into my bed. "Is this much better? Will you be able to sleep peacefully now?" he asked as he laid on his side.

"Y… yeah," I said, as I laid back turning my head towards him.

"Good," he said. Drake laid there for a good twenty minutes as I felt safe and secure, trying to fall asleep. Drake went out of his way to make me feel safe. Is this the same Drake who came after me and Ixia when we first got here?

"Drake do you like me and Ixia?" I asked.

"Well, I like you more than Ixia, mainly because I'm spending more time with you than him," he said quietly.

"… Well, I like Ixia," I blushed. "… So I don't think I can like you at the same time."

"It's true that me and Ixia might not see eye-to-eye but he can't force you not to like me," he said.

"…No… Drake…" I said, He was obviously clueless to what I meant. "That's… not the like that I meant," Drake didn't say anything for a couple of seconds.

"Wyatt, are you telling me that you and Ixia are in love?" he asked.

"… Yeah… I think Love would be the right word," I smiled shyly, thinking about the concept of me and Ixia being in Love.

"Wow… I never expected that. Wait!? Did you guys have sex!?" he said in a low, but surprised voice.

"What is sex? I don't know what that is," I said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't know what it is. Well that means you didn't do it then," Drake said." Like I said earlier, ask Ixia when he comes back."

"Okay," I said as I tried to figure it out by myself.

"Anyway… Since you brought it up… We can still do things and still not love each other," he said as he slowly and gently placed his hand on my cock.

"We can?" I asked as I anticipate the feeling of Drake running his hand slowly into my shorts and boxers.

"Yeah," Drake whispers in my ear. "Just relax."

Drake begins to slowly slide his hand into my boxers. As his hand enter into my underwear, I begin to shake as he grabs my penis. He then pulls both my boxers and shorts off of me with his other hand and throws them on the floor. I shiver as chills run through my body like I had ice cold water running through my viens. Drake starts to fondle my dick, playing mostly with the head of my hardening gland.

"Are you going to… Masturbate me?" I asked as I pronouced Masturbate slowly.

"Heh… I'm guessing Ixia thoroughly taught you the meaning of Masturbation. I'll do it if you ask me to," Drake said most likely with a small smile on his face.

"Please Drake, masturbate me," I ask, feeling myself blushing.

"That's more like it," Drake says as he begins to stroke my cock, rubbing his thumb against the tip, teasing it with his gentle touch. "It's so small, yet it's getting so hard," he continued.

As Drake masturbated me, I could feel his hard dick pushing against my leg. I whimpered, feeling myself about to cum.

"Not yet. Your fuse is too short, We need to lengthen your duration," Drake said as he grabbed my balls tightly, stopping my orgasm. He continued to masturbate me, increasing the feeling of pleasure tenfold. It was like I was stuck at the peak of pleasure but my cum wasn't coming out. I began to squirm desperately as I try to release some of the pressure on my scrotum, yearning for the enhanced feeling of my cum shooting out. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, My heart was pounding hard and fast. It felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

"Please let me cum!" I beg.

"Just a little bit longer," he says as he increases the speed on his strokes. I couldn't take it anymore. I was way beyond my limits,

Drake continue to rapidly caress my penis and I felt as though I was going into overdrive. Suddenly My eyes opened up, my heartbeat returned to it's regular pulse, and my lightheadedness began to fade away. I grabbed on to him as my whimpering got louder. The head of my cock began to swell up as I endured the enhanced pleasure that was being inflicted to it.

"Like it?" Drake whispered in my ear.

I couldn't say anything, it was like I couldn't think. I felt drool leaking from my mouth as I moaned the word 'yes' to him. My body began to shiver and my eyes widened as I felt myself about to cum for a second time.

"Again!?" I cried as I felt myself reach my climax.

"Now I'll let you cum," he said as he let go of my scrotum, releasing both stocks of cum that I had built up. I grabbed onto Drake tighter as I felt my cum shoot out onto my chest. The sweet release was amazing. Pleasure started from my cock and then spread out through my whole body. I shrieked in pleasure as Drake continued to masturbate me as more cum oozed from me. I wanted more and I began to feel like I was addicted.

"More! I want more!" I whined desperately. Before I knew it, Drake got up and flipped me over on my stomach. He grabbed my waist and pulled my butt towards him as he pushed his crotch into it. I felt his hard cock through his shorts, rubbing it between my cheeks. He pushed hisself into me harder and harder, holding onto me tightly. I had no Idea what he was trying to do but It started to feel good. The feeling of a hard cock rubbing between my cheeks, hidden behind mesh shorts, was completely foreign to me but it was gaining good favor from me. Drake slowly started to pull down his shorts and then stopped halfway. I could feel the skin of his hard cock making contact with my butt. I shivered, feeling something like that touch my butt. What was he going to do? I had no idea. But honestly, I didn't care what he was going to do because all I wanted was more pleasure.

"Dammit!" he said as he let go of me and pulled up his shorts. "Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" he continued as he slammed his hand into the bed.

I suddenly snapped out of my pleasure induced trance and laid there on my bed trying to catch my breath. I felt so exhausted. "Wha… What's wrong?" I ask, still laying on my stomach.

Drake got off my bed and stood up. "I can't…" he said.

"You can't do what? What were you about to do?" I ask in a retired voice.

"Nothing… Just…" he groaned. " Nothing. Let's just go to sleep Evan, Goodnight," he continued as he climbed up into his bed.

"You just called me Evan," I said weakly.

"I meant… Wyatt. Goodnight Wyatt," he said.

"Goodnight… Drak---" I started. Before I could finish, I felt myself black out.