Chapter 3

Newly Arrived Prisoner

Juza didn't know why it all happened that he ended up in prison. In his 27 years, he was an up-and-coming martial artist who had won several qualification tournaments, becoming a candidate for the Olympic team, but his life suddenly went into a downward spiral.

He was always different from others ever since he was a kid. He was taller and stronger than his peers in his school, college and sports team. His dour looks and glaring eyes always intimidated the others. People around him thought he was a delinquent, and he wasn't socially adept enough to dissuade them. Most of his acquaintances kept their distance from him because they didn't know how to handle him. On the other hand, some people began to pick fights with him because of his looks. All he tried to do was defend himself, and before he knew it, everyone started calling him the top delinquent in town. But no one knew how much he desired to get rid of his delinquent image...

A couple of times he was approached by sketchy guys who asked him to join their shady group, but he turned them down flat. He wasn't interested in joining a gang - he got used to being a lone wolf and didn't need anybody's "protection". Shortly afterwards, he was attacked several times in back alleys. He always fought off the bullies, until one day when he wasn't alone...

That dark winter evening, he was walking home from the station with his younger brother Kumon. A few thugs came out of a dark street and started threatening him and Kumon, and then charged at them all together... All he could think about at that moment was protecting his younger brother, who was a sporty guy himself, but wasn't at all trained to fight...

One of the thugs had a knife... Being a skilled martial artist, he was able to react quickly and deflected the knife aimed at him when the next moment he heard a strangled scream of pain. The knife he had deflected was sticking in the attacker's stomach...

Shocked, everyone froze in terror, looking at the man writhing on the ground. The fight was abruptly over... The ambulance somebody called arrived when it was already too late... As if in a blur, he stared numbly at the corpse lying at his feet. It was self-defense, but he killed a man...

He thought he wouldn't get over this... The arriving police detained him as the main suspect. He was accused of exceeding the limits of self-defense, and the court found him guilty despite all the facts. There was a hearsay that the relatives of the killed thug had bribed the judge. He was sentenced to eight years in prison.

And so, here he was, at South Hill. The warden led him down a long corridor to the cell he was going to live in. Juza entered, and the first thing his gaze fell upon was his cellmate, who turned out to be a young man of approximately his age. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed and looking at him with undisguised interest. Suddenly, he stood up from his bed, stepped up close to him with a cheeky smile, and introduced himself as Banri Settsu.

Unwittingly, Juza frowned. This Settsu guy looked very handsome and kind of gay: quite tall and athletic but at the same time slender, he had fine facial features, mischievous foxy blue eyes, and light brown hair reaching down to his earlobes, with a few strands coquettishly falling upon his face. He was dressed in prison pants and a black-and-white striped prison tank top that was tightly hugging his smooth, flat chest. His ears were adorned with a few silver metal piercings, and his neck was embellished with a matching necklace.

Juza hated to admit it to himself, but Settsu was very attractive, probably too much for his liking... What was even worse, he suddenly felt some kind of instant magnetism running between him and this guy. Barely had he thought of this when Settsu leaned in even closer to him and, placing a hand on his chest and playfully running a finger over his jugular notch, asked him flirtatiously if he wanted to have some fun.

Juza looked down at him with scorn. It was clear what kind of fun it was. Settsu was trying to seduce him. Juza felt he was getting annoyed. No, he wasn't homophobic at all. He had never really given much thought to what was called gay sex, and he had no prejudice against it. The thing was that he wasn't so depraved as to sleep with the first guy he encountered. He just couldn't do that, he was brought up differently. If he were to sleep with someone, it had to be out of love, which he still didn't have in his life... And now this guy, Settsu, was so shamelessly throwing himself at him. How dissolute was that, even?! Trying to hold his temper, Juza brushed off Banri's hand and gently but firmly pushed him aside, saying that he needed to put his stuff into places.

Banri was miffed. He was fuming. What the hell? Did he just get rejected? Nobody'd ever done this to him in his life! He didn't even think of charging this guy for sex, although he always demanded to pay it forward from others. What's more, it was the first time that he actually wanted to get laid with someone, and this surly guy was the first one he approached on his own... But this dimwit had the audacity to brush him off like dirt! No, he just couldn't let it ride like this!

Barely had Juza put his things on the free bed when he heard his obnoxious cellmate's angry shout behind him. Turning around, he saw Settsu smirk and threaten to "beat the hell out of him". The next moment, Settsu threw a punch, aiming at his face. Tough luck – Juza had quicker reflexes. Easily dodging the blow, he counter-punched Settsu in the jaw, instantly knocking him out. The blow wasn't really hard, but nonetheless caused Settsu to fall backwards on the floor like a felled tree. Leaning forward, Juza looked at him with slight concern: he was worried if he had punched Settsu a little too hard. Fortunately, Settsu appeared to be alright, apart from being stunned by the blow. Reassured, Juza left the cell, heading to look around the prison.

Left behind, Banri lay where he was, staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. He didn't know what was going on with him. He couldn't get up, and his body felt like it wasn't his own... What was worse, he didn't know what was going on in his heart and mind now that he'd met his newly arrived cellmate, who captured his imagination completely... That surly guy - Banri had yet to find out his name – was definitely his type: lean, muscular, and slightly taller than him, he turned out to be strong and agile like a young predatory beast... His short dark hair was casually swept back, framing his manly and handsome face, and his glaring amber eyes made him all fired up...

He couldn't really explain it, but confronting his newfound cellmate gave him the thrill he'd been longing for. He felt some kind of exhilaration when the guy locked eyes with him for a brief moment before throwing a punch at him. Even after that, he wasn't satisfied at all. He wanted more. He wanted the guy to touch him more, even if that meant fighting him and getting punched again… But much more than that, he wanted to feel the guy's hands caress him all over, to taste his lips and tongue with his own, and then feel his dick inside himself... Oh, he would die for that! Could it be that he met him, his only one, the man of his dreams?.. No wonder he couldn't wait to find out and cut straight to the chase, transparently hinting at sex, but the dumbass downright blew him off. He was hurt and offended, and his body went numb for a little while... Shit, how did the guy manage to knock him down with a single punch?! He didn't even have time to react, although he was always very good at fighting. This was so damn annoying!

Slowly, Banri finally picked himself up from the floor, then soaked a towel with cold water and winced as he applied it to his damaged cheek. No, he wasn't gonna let it go so easy. He got to defeat his cellmate no matter what! He got to make the guy bow his head to him and ask him for sex! Pine for him, seek for his touch! He got to make his cellmate want to touch him as badly as he wanted it himself!..

Meanwhile, Juza came upon the prison's common room. It was fairly large and had tables for pool, various board games, and a TV screen. Entering, Juza quietly stood against the wall next to one of the pool tables and began watching a group of prisoners playing pool before one of them, a tall, muscular man with short auburn hair, asked him if he wanted to join them. Juza promptly agreed – he was glad for the opportunity to take his mind off of Settsu.

Omi – that was the tall prisoner's name – was very friendly and introduced him to the other three players. The first one was a serious-looking blond man named Sakyo, and the other two were young guys named Taichi and Azami. Somehow, Juza immediately felt at ease in the company of these men. Sakyo was strict but fair and tacitly supportive of his younger buddies, Taichi was lively and cheerful, Azami was quiet and serious like Juza himself, and Omi was kind, even-tempered, and treated him like a brother. Inwardly, Juza was happy that they accepted him in their circle: he felt he had finally met people who didn't shun him or pick fights with him.

The new friends told him about extracurricular activities at South Hill prison, such as various hobby clubs. There was a football club that Omi and Azami were members of, a gardening club, a manga club and some others, but when Juza heard about a theatre club called Mankai Company, he immediately wanted to join it. He suddenly had a strong feeling that theatre was his chance to change who he was, to start a new life from scratch. All the more so that his newly made friends were all members of the club's Autumn Troupe and encouraged him to join.

Azami and Omi invited him to come and play at the football club as well, to which he gladly agreed. At that point, a short guy with short bleached hair, who had also joined them at the pool table and whom Sakyo called Sakoda, asked him with a mischievous wink if he wanted to try out Mankai Bitch Club too.

Juza guessed right away what kind of club it was from the expressions on the others' faces. The embarrassed, constrained smiles and giggles made any clarification unnecessary. And really, what else could one expect from a club with a name like that in an all-male prison? Anyway, he wasn't going to have anything to do with that debauched establishment. He would get by with jerking himself off, as he had always done before. However, he was a bit curious - he had never encountered something like that in his life. Purely out of curiosity, he asked who of the prisoners were the members of Mankai Bitch Club, and Sakyo listed four names, one of which was Banri Settsu.

When Juza heard this, he felt as if a wave of heat swept over him. He was suddenly vexed, angry and upset all at once. He didn't know why, but he was stung to the quick to learn that his cellmate Settsu was a whore...

Apparently, the expression on his face was such that his newly made friends looked at him with concern and worry. Thankfully, at that moment their attention was distracted by a very good-looking inmate with long silver hair tied in a ponytail. The man approached them and, after politely greeting everyone, turned to him and asked him with a charming smile if he would like to receive a welcome treatment.

Juza was slightly dumbfounded. It was clear to him what this "welcome treatment" implied. He was confused and embarrassed, but for some reason he didn't feel repulsed or revolted. The silver-haired inmate, who introduced himself as Azuma, seemed like a very nice person, so there was nothing Juza could do but politely decline the offer.

In the meantime, it was getting late. Juza bid goodbye to his friends and slowly wandered off to his cell, reflecting on the happenings of the day. He had just met a male prostitute and he didn't mind the man's job of a whore. But at the same time, when he remembered that his cellmate, Settsu, was also a whore, he felt knotted up inside...

Why did this bother him so much? Why?! Why did he feel so frustrated at the thought of Settsu selling his body to other men?.. Letting anyone touch his lips, neck, and the other parts... Satisfying them with all the orifices of his body...

How stupid it was to think that Settsu really wanted him when he suggested him sex today... It was just Settsu's job here; he offered himself to everyone without distinction. His body was used by all and sundry... How many dicks had already discharged into him? The mere thought of this was unbearable...

Juza's lips compressed into a tight line. There was no way he would ever make use of such services, and no way in hell he would turn to Settsu for it. From this day on, he had to avoid and ignore Settsu whenever possible.

Juza returned to his cell when it was about time the cells were locked for the night. Settsu was already in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, but upon seeing him, resentfully scowled and turned over to face the wall. "Well, so much the better", Juza thought, and lay down to sleep.

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Author Notes
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You might wonder "Where is direct speech?" I assure you, direct speech is coming up in the next chapter, so it won't be like a wall of text! ;-)