Chapter 2

The cell was dimly lit by the light from the hallway. Two figures were moving inside, panting heavily, fucking on the small, hard bed that was squeaking violently. Suddenly the noise stopped and the only sound was the heavy breathing from the two people on it.

"Hey, who said you can break off. Go, move your ass, bitch!" shouted the man, who was lying on the bed, breathlessly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Kozlov," answered a sarcastic voice, "I was just thinking about your dear wife at home, who thinks you are spending your break time eating the sandwiches that she made with all her love for you. What would she say if she knows what you are really doing?"

"Shut up! That's none of your business!"

"Isn't going well at home, hm?" came the mocking response.

Some seconds passed while they just stared at each other. Alik Kozlov, prison officer in the Vladimir Prison, that was located about 100 miles northeast of Moscow. He, a 37 years old man, father of two lovely children and a nice wife, was the first to break the eye contact. The boy, who was sitting on him, smirked victoriously. Kai, 14 years old, inmate.

"Well, no one says anything against some pleasure," Kai said, still grinning.

"Shut up." With a growl the warden started thrusting again. He grabbed Kai on the hip to shove his dick deep inside him with even more force than before. With his hands cuffed behind his back Kai naturally tried to keep his balance by tensing up. "Hng, don't … I … too tight …," stuttered Kozlov between loud moans.

Kais breath sped up as well, but he still didn't move, although he slacked off a bit. His crimson eyes fixed on the lust-clouded ones from the prison officer. The smirk on Kai's face grew wider with each desperate thrust. Finally, he threw his head back, but instead of the expected groan a laugh erupted from his mouth. "You look really sweet when you try so hard" he managed to say.

"Stop … making … fun of me," Kozlov answered furiously.

"I don't. The lust in your eyes, the fierce thrust with whom you attempt to get a reaction, even the bad names you call me are nothing but sweet to my mind." Again, Kai locked eyes with the annoyed prison officer. Then, he went on talking in a bittersweet, low voice, "Try harder. That's what really turns me on."

"What …?" Suddenly the tension around his cock loosened enough to obtain better access. With the next violent thrust he bumped deep inside Kai and hit his sensitive spot.

"Yeah," Kai panted. White stars sparkled before his crimson eyes which were still fixed on the warden's face. Said face was not more than a distorted mask consisting of pleasure, rage and even distress. "Harder."

Kozlov's mind was free from everything except the need to fulfill the wish from this bittersweet voice. Finally, the figure on him started moving again, met every fierce thrust from him with an intensity that drove him crazy. By now everything that came out of his mouth were heavy gasps and loud moans. This went on a little longer until the prison officer came with a shriek. Some more weakening thrusts and it was over.

"Satisfied?" Kai asked out of breath.

The man was still trying to recover his breath and didn't respond. Kai felt the dick of the warden going limp inside him. He himself wasn't satisfied at all. A failure again. He lifted himself up from the man and sat on the edge of the small bed, waiting until the officer could speak again.

"I …," came a breathless voice from behind. Slowly Kozlov sat up, crawled from the bed and stood on shaking legs, zipped up his trousers and put his belt back on. Kai was waiting wordlessly while the man got dressed, watching him unimpressed. "Yes", the man eventually responded.

"Hm. Your eldest son must be around my age, right? I wonder if you imagined him instead of me, riding you."

Anticipating the blow Kai avoided it by ducking to the side and jumped instantly to his feet. Standing out of reach from the other he grinned demoniacally.

"You bastard! Son of a bitch! You fucking scum! Never, never talk about my boys again! Do you understand me?!" Kozlov shouted wrathfully. "This was the last time." With this he turned around and started walking to the door.

"Hey," Kai said, "open the damn handcuffs before you leave."

The prison officer stopped and slowly turned around to face the owner of the voice. Foaming he stomped back to the boy who turned his back to him. With an angry rustle of the keys he unlocked the cuffs and waited until Kai turned around again to look him directly into the crimson eyes.

"You are nothing but human dross."

Kai returned this with a mocking smirk and pulled up his underpants and pants in one smooth motion. "Don't tell me you imagined your lovely wife?"

"No!" Kozlov shouted back.

"Then, could it be that I was the person on your mind, hm? Do you also think about me when you fuck your wife at home? And when you jack off? And when–"

"NO!"

Kai shrugged it off with a hopeless sigh, returned to his bed and laid down on it. The warden watched him angrily. One minute passed in which neither of them said or did anything. Eventually Kozlov released a long breath, turned around and walked towards the door. He unlocked it.

"One."

The prison officer paused.

"Two."

Slowly he turned around to the figure lying on the bed.

"Three."

"What?" the man uttered.

"Four."

Kai tilted his head to the side to look at the officer.

"Five."

He showed no emotions.

"Six."

"What?" Kozlov asked again.

"Seven."

The warden took a step back.

"Eight."

Kai smirked.

"Nine."

The officer and Kai looked each other straight in the eyes.

"Ten."

The time in the little cell seemed to stand still for some seconds. Finally, Kai returned his gaze to the ceiling, dismissing the warden without saying anymore. But Kozlov didn't leave the cell. He stood there waiting for an explanation. With a quizzical expression on his face he never took his eyes from the boy.

After another hopeless sigh Kai said flatly, "I can still count to ten."

"What," the officer started to respond, but then stopped. He remembered.

" … Or I'll fuck you until you can't count to ten anymore … "

Without completing his last sentence he stepped out of the cell, closed the door and locked it. His break time was over anyway.

The dining hall was well-lit. Tables and benches stood in rows in the large room. Most of the inmates were already sitting on their preferred places, eating the unappetizing dinner consisting two slices of bread, cold meat or cheese and a little milk carton. Not much for an adult man. They chatted with their seatmates and some even talked loudly with people at the other side of the hall. It was noisy, but not yet noisy enough for the guards to interfere.

Kai entered the room with an unsatisfied expression. He knew what was coming now.

"Oi Kai, haven't seen you all day!" a vigorous voice called from across the room. Oleg Chuprov, 44 years old, sentenced for a lifetime because of murdering his parents and his brother ten years ago, was the substitute for the Prison Shutcall, who was currently in solitary confinement.

Kai didn't respond and kept walking to the serving counter.

"Somebody is in a bad mood," Oleg spoke loudly for Kai to hear. "What happened, Shorty?" It was said in a mocking tone and when Kai didn't react on that Oleg went on a bit offended, "Fine, each to their own."

Kai knew that it was just a show. The inmates on Oleg's table started laughing at the sulky voice of their contemporary leader. Grabbing the plate with his food, milk, bread and cheese, since he was a vegetarian, Kai went over to the table with the fading laughter. He sat down on the bench opposite Oleg, who had already finished his dinner a while ago, and started eating.

"So what happened? You really look pissed off," Nikolai Teplov, the man next to him asked. Oleg and Nikolai were friends, if you could call anybody your friend in prison, and they were the only two Kai regularly talked to. For 20 years Nikolai was a judge, sentenced a vast number of people to all kinds of penalties until he himself was sentenced for tax evasion. Ten years and the first half was already over.

Kai took a sip of his milk before he answered, "Had a bad day."

"We can see that," Oleg responded promptly. "So, who got on your nerves today?"

"The headman and Kozlov." Kai started eating again.

"Kozlov?" Nikolai asked curious, "Thought he didn't want to guard your cell anymore."

"Hm. He apparently changed his mind, but I think, from now on, he will avoid my cell."

"Weren't this the exact same words you said the last time he was charged with guarding your cell?" Oleg interposed sarcastically.

"Kozlov is an asshole and he fucks like an old wimp," Kai replied harshly.

"Ah, that's the crux of the matter," Nikolai said. "And what happened with the headman?"

"Don't tell me you don't know this after five years in this prison. He's an asshole, too." Kai emptied his milk carton and ate the last piece of his bread.

"Well, all right. Let's cut the shit: Vitajev is a shithead, Kozlov is a shithead, Grishin is a shithead, Zavrazin is a shithead, Golov is a shithead and everyone else is also a shithead," Oleg completed with a satisfied smirk in his face. "More important: The old master is coming back soon."

This statement abruptly let die down all the voices around them.

"What? Our Prison Shutcall is coming back? Really?" one of the inmates inquired.

"Yes," Oleg answered, "probably the day after tomorrow."

"And this information is trustworthy?" Kai asked more leery.

"Hey, have I ever given you false information?" Oleg retorted, pretended to be hurt.

"Yes, you have," Nikolai contribute to the conversation. "Remember the one time–"

"Okay, okay," Oleg cut him short, "gotcha. But with him back I can finally enjoy my easy life as a substitute again. Getting all those privileges without lifting a finger. What a beautiful outlook."

"Hopefully he won't be stuck in solitary confinement again so soon." Nikolai stood up, taking his plate and brought it over to the chuck wagon. The other followed him. Kai stood up as well, but didn't take his plate immediately. 'Soon he's back. Finally. It was about time.'

"Hey Kai, first you were in a bad mood and now you are day-dreaming. Are you getting ill?" Oleg asked with feigned concern. "Come on, we want to go to the gym."

Kai took his plate and carried it over to the chuck wagon where Oleg was waiting for him. "I won't be coming," he said plainly.

"Why? It will help you getting rid of your discontent," was the immediate reply. The other inmate was starting to feel skeptical.

"Hm."

With this Kai turned around and exited the dining hall without looking back once, leaving behind a stunned Oleg.

After the dinner Kai went straight to the library. He had to clear his mind of this man and he wanted to be alone. He decided to read a novel by Imre Kertész called 'Fatelessness'. This would distract him enough for some hours. And, it was an acceptable excuse to stay in his cell. Well, besides Oleg no one really cared where he was and what he was doing. Nikolai was too polite to show any interest and the other inmates had learned to not pry into his affairs the first day he had spent outside his cell.

Back in his confinement he asked the warden on duty, Miroslav Golov, who had the night shift to light his cell a bit more, so that he could read. Despite Oleg's earlier speech in which he called the man a shithead, Kai liked him, at least more than most of the other prison officers. The man treated him mostly kindly, but not in this feigned way that was used everywhere in the world nowadays. He seemed to be genuinely kind to everyone and Kai couldn't comprehend why this man worked as a prison officer.

"What are you reading?" Golov asked interestedly while he brightened the cell.

"'Fatelessness' by Imre Kertész", Kai responded openly.

"Good choice. By the way, starting from tomorrow Grishin will work the day shift guarding this section."

"Thanks for the info," Kai replied and went back into his cell where he laid down on his uncomfortable bed. 'Grishin. We'll see about that. In a couple of days I can accomplish the first part of my mission and after that the rest of my time here will be pure fun.' With a cheeky grin in his face he started reading.

One hour passed without any interruptions and Kai almost thought the day would end calmly. He didn't mind, but thinking back on how he had ditched Oleg earlier, he couldn't believe that the feisty inmate would surrender so easily. One moment later it proved itself true.

"Hey Shorty," a cheerful voice called out before the muscular man entered the cell through the door that was embedded in the stone wall. Outside the huge glass panel stood Golov, who had intended to ask for Kai's permission first and if it was all right for Oleg to enter the cell, but said man didn't care and entered straightaway. Kai nodded towards Golov to indicate that it was all right and the warden went away to allow them some privacy.

Kai put the opened book upside down and sat up, folding his arms and waited for Oleg to continue. The inmate looked him straight in the crimson eyes, which were dangerously sparkling in the light. Some moments passed in complete silence until Oleg laughed out loud. After he calmed down a little he managed to say, "You are really pissed off right now."

Kai didn't respond, so that Oleg continued, "Let me guess. First, you were hauled out of bed. Second, the headman pissed you off. Third, Kozlov pissed you even more off. Fourth … hn … I am pissing you off." He chuckled softly. "So tell me what I can do to relieve you from your discontent. I won't leave until you look satisfied again."

"Why do you care?"

"Good question. Maybe because it's more fun when you are all bitchy and so on."

Kai couldn't suppress a smirk. "Nice answer."

Oleg smirked, too, and sat down next to Kai. Neither of them spoke for a while. "Turn around," Oleg demanded suddenly. Kai obeyed without asking any questions and soon his tense shoulders were massaged by strong hands. "Does this feel good?" a low deep voice whispered in his ear.

"Hm." Kai sighed deeply.

Pleased with this reaction the hands wandered down his spine, all the way to the loin. There they slipped under the hem of his shirt, moving to the abdomen and up again to the chest. They rested for an instant in which Kai leaned back against the man sitting behind him. The hands started moving again, kneading the pectoral muscles before one boldly pinched one nipple. A soft moan escaped Kai's mouth, who had shut his eyes and was enjoying the treatment.

"Want more?" a tempting voice murmured into his ear.

Another moan was a sufficient answer. Whilst one hand stayed where it was, pinching the right and left nipple in turns, the other slid down again, back to the loin. Without pausing it slipped into the underpants, where it was met by welcoming warmth.

The breath of both men sped up. Kai turned his head, searching for Oleg's lips to hungrily kiss him after finding them. "Touch me," he whispered into the other's mouth before they were sealed by another fierce kiss.

In response the hand in his underwear squeezed his balls tightly, massaging them passionately. Now Oleg had to suppress a moan when Kai nibbled at his lower lip while rocking against his hand in need of more friction.

"My dick … touch it," Kai said breathlessly.

Granting that wish the hand moved on to the hard cock, pumping it slowly.

"Faster," Kai moaned.

"I like this pace," Oleg responded rebelliously among the assaults on his lips. But shortly afterwards he accelerated the pace, pumping faster and harder, brushing over the sensitive tip with his thumb every now and then. With each stroke Kai thrust up into the hand, trying to increase the pleasure. "Yes, you are almost there," a panting voice whispered into his ear, licking along the auricle, before nibbling at the earlobe.

The triple assaults on his body brought Kai finally over the edge and he came with a deep groan. With several firm strokes Oleg milked Kai's dick from every last drop, then he let himself fall backwards onto the squeaking bed, taking Kai along. There they lay some minutes, catching their breath until Kai produced a pack of tissues seemingly out of nowhere. He took one out to clean himself, after that, he turned to Oleg, who was still lying on the bed, grinning widely. "Thanks," was all Kai said.

"Thanks?! I give you the best fucking hand job and all you have to say is 'Thanks'?!"

"Thank you very much for this skillful hand job," Kai replied sardonically, his crimson eyes sparking.

"Bastard," the inmate shot back and stood up. "Good you're back." With that Oleg opened the door and exited the cell. He went up to the glass panel to present his grinning face one last time in front of Kai, who in response gave him a one-finger salute.

Kai, who hadn't believed that the two month of relentless waiting had unnerved him that much, felt really at ease. 'Two more days and I hopefully know if all this wasn't just a waste of time. Eventual I will meet Ivanov.'