Spring break is one week away! To say I'm excited is an understatement. I can't wait so I can u[date more often for at least a week while I'm out of school. Hopefully my professors won't give me any work to do over the break. Hopefully. I wasn't that lucky last year during thanksgiving break…

Anyways

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Journal,

Tommy Gun leaves me alone now. He still bugs me, but he only sends me looks across the hall and blows kisses, and winks at me. He doesn't touch me or anything. All I have to is ignore him and everything should be alright. I hope. I don't want what happened in the shower to ever happen again. I don't what'll happen.

I woke up last after dreaming about Tommy. We were in the shower, just like last time, but it went further. I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart pounding and a tent in my sheets. I took care of that though.

JoJo and Bandit have their lips shut tight and won't tell me anything about what's going on. I want to let that go, but I need to know what's going to on get anywhere. I need to find a way to climb the food chain; I'm not going to a chump like in the younger dorms. Well, I wasn't really a chump since I was running things like a boss, but it took me long enough to get there. I feel dumb for not having a clue to anything in here. So guys are wearing these different color gel bracelets. They look like they're for girls, but I guess I don't have any right to complain when I'm wearing girl's shoes. They're comfortable though.

But why do some guys wear those things and others don't? I feel like that's important. I should try to find that out. JoJo and Bandit probably know, but they're being asses and not telling me anything. That's okay though, I'll figure it out myself.

~*~U~*~

Sitting in class, TJ doodle on the sheet of paper in front of him. Math class was boring now that he could understand it. He could finish the homework well before the class was over, and spent most of his time pouring his mind out on a piece of paper in the form of doodles that had no real meaning. Every now and then when the teacher actually did something that he didn't understand he would pay attention but for the most part his mind was in the clouds. Being towards the back of the class, the teacher didn't notice him not paying attention and he was happy for that. He didn't want to be noticed when class was going on. TJ did love it when the teacher caught him daydreaming and asked if he knew what was going on. He always knew what the teacher was teaching and told her the answer to her questions with a a smug look on his face. Taken back, the teach gave him a glare and went back to teaching.

'Hater,' TJ always thought when that happened. 'Haters gonna hate.'

Sighing, TJ leaned back in his seat without worry that Tommy Gun would bother him. After the shower, Tommy Gun didn't pick on him as much and TJ wasn't going to question it. He was just happy for the peace. Getting back to his sketch, an unmarked folded piece of paper landed on his desk. He turned in his desk and faced Tommy who was already giving him a cheeky smile and wink. TJ turned back in his seat and unenthusiastically unfolded the letter and began to read.

I know you wanted more to happen in the shower. You know what I'm talkin' about, don't play dumb. Come be my puppy and it can happen each and every day.

-TG

'Why does he have to bring that up?' TJ thought to himself. 'I almost forgot about it now…..'

Picking up his pencil, TJ started to write a response, but paused. Why should he write anything back? That's what Tommy Gun wants him to do. He would just be adding fuel to the fire and making things worse. So instead of giving the son of a bitch the satisfaction, TJ crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it on the floor. Soon after he had disposed of the note, another landed on his desk.

'I swear to God,' TJ thought while rubbing his forehead. 'This guy is giving me a headache. Why can't he just go away? He's not going to stop until I answer him back….' Reluctantly TJ opened the note and found it that is said the same thing as the last note. Scribbling down a few words, TJ tossed it behind him and hoped that it would be enough to get the bully to leave him alone for the rest of the class. After ten minutes of no interruptions, TJ thought that it had worked and that Tommy Gun had gotten the message, only to be proven wrong twenty minutes before class was over. Yet another note landed on his desk.

I like the blonde hair. It looks better than the brown. Hope you plannin' on keepin' it 'cause your customers are gonna like it too.

"What part of 'I don't know what you're talking about' don't you get?" TJ said, facing the boy behind him. "Get that through your thick skull!"

~*~V~*~

Coming inside after recess, TJ headed towards the commissary. Even after lunch, he was still starving and the only answer to his hunger was a big bag of potato chips. There weren't many people inside yet; most of the inmates were still outside ogling what they managed to see from the girls dorm. Only a few choose to go inside and get out of the sun, and TJ was taking advantage of this by being one of the first people in line; there were only three people in front of him already. Bored, TJ watched the three inmates in front of him. The two ni front were buying more of those thin gel bracelets he's been seeing some inmates wear.

'What's the big deal about those stupid things?' He asked himself. 'They look like they're for girls anyways…..' After reaching the front of the line and buying everything he needed, TJ waited for JoJo and Bandit to come in. As much as he hated that they refused to tell him what he wanted to know, he knew they were his only source of information at this point. But he wanted to know what was so important that they couldn't tell him what it was and why. It made him angry too; to him it was like they were breaking the rules. The whole point of being blood brothers was to look out for each other, so wasn't keeping secrets against the whole point?

"Damn Freckles. Keep grabbin' the bag like that an there ain't gonna be any chips left," JoJo said, taking a few chips out of the bag TJ was holding and sitting down next to him. "What's your problem?"

"I don't have a problem, TJ told him, keeping the bag out of his reach. "I'm just mad."

"Is this still about us not telling you anything," Bandit asked him.

"No, I just stubbed my toe and I'm being a little whiney bitch about it," TJ said sarcastically. "Yeah it is about that. Why won't you two tell me anything? It's been a week! What are you hiding?"

"Freckles," JoJo sighed. "You sure you wanna know?"

"Yes!"

"You're not really 'bout to tell him are you?" Bandit asked JoJo while putting on his headphones. "You're sure about that?"

"Yeah I'm sure," JoJo told him. "A'ight, listen Freckles. Are you listenin'? You wanna know why Tommy Gun keeps askin' for you to come and work for him and won't give up?"

"Yeah," Said TJ.

"And you see how some guys are wearing those thin gel bracelets and keep buying more every day?"

"Uh-huh."

"Look around, Freckles. See what those guys are doing." Nodding, TJ looked around. He could easily spot the few inmates with lots of colorful gel bracelets on their arms. Some of them had more of one color than others, but they had plenty of them. Some inmate even had so much that the bracelets covered their entire lower arm, and the most popular colors were white and purple. The inmates that were wearing them stuck out from the others as well; they were usually smaller than the rest, didn't have as much muscle as the others, and had hair down to their shoulders.

"What are they doing?" TJ asked JoJo. "They're just standing around next to rooms."

"Just watch," JoJo instructed. Keeping his eye on one of the inmates wearing the bracelets, TJ watched as another inmate came up to him, snapped one of the bracelets, and the two of them went into the room they were standing by, shutting the door. "You see that?"

"Yeah, I saw it," Said TJ. "What are they doing?"

"The world's oldest profession," Said Bandit. Seeing the confused look on TJ's face, JoJo continued.

"Look, this place is full of guys, right?" JoJo asked. "And in being guys, we are very attracted to the opposite sex and we would like to have sex with them. But as you can see Freckles, the male-to-female ratio in here is approximately 350-to-0. But that doesn't change the fact that we wanna fuck. So we make due with what is commonly referred to as erotic services."

"Or male prostitutes," Bandit interrupted. "But 'prostitute' is SUCH a dirty word….."

"You're kidding, right?" TJ asked the two of them. "This is some sort of sick joke.." He just could not wrap his mind around what his friends had told him. Prostitution? He only heard of that happening inside jails and prisons, and this place wasn't anything like that. Well, maybe a little like prison, but prostitution? Really? "So then why did Tommy Gun ask me to come work for him?" His response to his question was a look of contempt from JoJo and Bandit who couldn't believe he was still asking questions about the situation. "So wait….he wants me to work for him? Like…..like those guys?" Bandit and JoJo nodded. "Dude! But why me? What the hell makes me so special? Why can't he find someone else to whore off?"

"I'ma tell you something, Freckles," Bandit said. "You're pretty fuckable. I'm not gay or bi or nothin', but if I was, I'd be trying to tap dat ass. Just sayin'."

"….What?"

"He's right though," JoJo confirmed. "Guys have been comin' up to me askin' how much you cost and shit. I don't think you can help it though; people in here got different tastes. You just happen to be a popular flavor of ass."

"This is crap," TJ said standing up. "I gotta go talk Tommy Gun about this shit."

"Well you don't have to go too far," Bandit said, pointed behind him. "'Cause here he comes."

TJ looked behind him to see the bane of his existence while in juvie approaching with a smug look across his face. Balling his fist, TJ did his best not to bet the shit out of the bully right then and there. How dare Tommy suggest that he become his whore? Hell, why would that asshole even think for a second that he would even say yes? The bastard deserved to get beat up for that!

"What the hell do YOU want?" TJ snapped at him, holding himself back.

"I just came to see if you finally decided to work for me," Said Tommy Gun with a grin. "Stop bein' stupid and work for me."

"I'm not going to be your whore!" He shouted at him. "I'm not going to work for you! Now or ever! So leave me alone!"

"Now why would I leave you alone?" Asked Tommy Gun. "Do you know how much money I could make with you? A cute, scarred, quiet, blonde guy? I'm not gonna letta chance like you get away."

"Well that's too damn bad!" TJ yelled at him. "I'm not gonna work for you!"

"Then who are you gonna work for? You're free game for everyone in here if you're not workin' for someone." Tommy Gun told him.

"I'm not working—"

"He works for me," JoJo said standing up. "He's my puppy, Tommy, so you can't have 'em."

"Mmm-hmm," Tommy said, looking up and down at the two of them. "A'ight, fine. But you better watch him, JoJo. Just 'cause he's workin' for you, that doesn't mean he ain't gonna work for me." As he walked away from the trio, TJ turned back to the others.

"Thanks for that," He said to JoJo. "Maybe he'll leave me alone now."

"I dunno what you thanking me for," JoJo said. "What you need to be doing is getting' your ass in line and buyin' some of those bracelets."

"What for?"

"Just do it," JoJo said sitting back down. "I'll explain it when you get back."

~*~TJ's POV~*~

If he thinks that I'm going to work for him, then he's crazy! I'm not working for anyone! I don't care how desperate I get for money, I'm not scooping down to the level of the working boys. Never in a million years. And JoJo knows that. I don't know; maybe he has some plan that I don't understand. JoJo's like that sometimes, and this better be one of those times 'cause I'm not in the mood to deal with this crap.

The guy selling at the commissary asked for which color I wanted when I asked for some of the bracelets. I didn't know which color to get so I told him one of each. After buying them I headed back over to the table where JoJo and Bandit were waiting for me.

"Okay I got some," I told them holding out the bracelets for them to see. "Now what?"

"I'm gonna tell you somethin' Freckles," JoJo started. "Just 'cause I told Tommy that your my puppy, that ain't enough to stop him from botherin' you. He's still gonna be on your ass. I don't wanna say this, 'cause you my boy, but unless you're out there workin', Tommy Gun won't believe you."

"Are you saying that I have to be your whore?" I said, outraged at what he just told me.

"You ain't gotta work for me," JoJo said. "You just gotta be out there turnin' tricks. But it's not like I want you to, 'cause I don't. But I don't want Tommy botherin' you either. You don't have to it. It's just a suggestion. If you can come up with somethin' then by all means go for it. If it makes it feel any less like prostitution, you can keep the profits." What did I get myself into? Why do I have to deal with crap like this?

Tommy Gun was planning on this from the moment I set foot in this building, I just know it. And I was too naive to spot it ahead of time. Now I'm backed into a corner without any options. Damn, I hate having no options against my will. Maybe if I stab him, he'll leave me alone…..i bet it still wouldn't work. Dammit I'm not going to be a rentboy! Fuck!

I don't want to make this type of decision. I either become a call boy, or get assaulted by an inmate for the next three years. Or how ever long Tommy Gun has until he's too old to be here. It looks like such an easy choice to make too; just learn to deal with Tommy and get over it. But it's not that simple.

It's more than clear that he's trying to have sex with me. I don't understand that part though. If he wants me to sleep with other guys to make money, then why would he keep trying to sleep with me? He's even willing to go as far as attempting to rape me. At that point I'm starting philosophize whether it's more ethical to sleep with a bunch of guys in consent or risk getting raped every time I see Tommy Gun. The only part of this that is ethical is that I'm choosing my own fate. I just don't like the choices.

JoJo isn't pushing me to do it. He's just telling me the facts. He doesn't even want me to do it. It is what it is. But, what am I going to think of myself if I decide to be rentboy? How am I going to look at myself in the mirror? What's going to go through my mind when I'm with a customer? I'll be an official slut by all definitions. Looking around I see a few inmates far from up looking and glancing at me. JoJo must've been right about people asking to sleep with me. Now they were just waiting for me to put the bracelets on so they can get in a line and wait their turn.

Gripping the bracelets, I turned to face Bandit and JoJo. I hate what I'm about to say, but…

"Fine," I told them. "I'll do it."

"You sure?" JoJo asked. "You don't gotta do it if you really don't want to."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said. "I know I'm sure. So, why'd you have me buy these things?" I asked, referring to the bracelets.

"They're codes," Bandit said taking them. "For what you're selling. Each color stands for what you're willing to do. The red ones are for sex, orange for a kiss, yellow for French kissing, green is for feeling you up, blue is for…what's the blue on for again?"

"Frotting," Said JoJo.

"Right," Bandit continued. "Blue is for frotting, purples for oral, ah….white is for group sex, and black is for whatever the hell they want. They have more, don't they?"

"Yeah. They used to sell ones with glitter and glow in the dark," Said JoJo. "But they don't sell those anymore so that's all there is. Basically you get to choose what you wanna do by the color you're wearing. Then people come up to you, snap one of the color that they wanna do, and you do it."

"They have this down to a science, don't they?" I asked jokingly. Bandit gave me back the bracelets and looked at them. I'll be a walking billboard with these things on. I'm not going to start today. I'll wait until tomorrow to start. I need tonight to this about which colors I'm going to wear…..

"Congratulations," JoJo said halfheartedly. "You're officially a PlayDude Puppy. Be careful though. Don't want you to get hurt or nothin'."

'I'll try my best…..'

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