THE SECRET GAME OF LOVE

This is the day...and it happened...

Lukas’s mom used to tell him that one day his face would get him into trouble. It looked like today was that day.

Keeping his eyes down, Lukas followed the guard to his cell, feeling uneasy and strange in his new overalls. Like a criminal. Lukas almost laughed at himself. He was a criminal now, after having been sentenced to a year in prison for driving under the influence and injuring another person. It had been an accident, but no one cared.

Well, he did, and Lyra his girlfriend did too, and his mom had cried when the sentence was read out. Lukas swallowed, remembering his mom’s crushed expression. She had looked so small and old all of a sudden, and it was his fault. She always worried too much about him.

He pushed the thought away, trying to ignore the other prisoners banging against the bars and leering as he walked by. They were shouting obscenities that made his stomach twist into knots and bile rise to his throat. He hoped it wasn’t obvious how scared he was. He wasn’t exactly skinny and short, he was taller than average, and he had some decent muscles but he was nowhere as big as some of those guys. They were built like tanks. Truth be told, Lukas was completely terrified, and once again, he wanted to kick himself for getting drunk and ending up in this mess. When he got out of here, he would never, ever get drunk again if he got out of here at all. He’d be sharing his cell with someone who was most likely stronger, tougher, and meaner than he was with a real criminal.

The guard shoved him into the cell. The door closed and locked behind him with a loud and somehow unsympathetic click. Lukas wet his lips, eyeing his cellmate. The guy was lying on the bottom bunk, his eyes closed, so Lukas took the opportunity to study him. He was tall and well-built. Dark, slightly curly hair, crooked nose, thick eyebrows, naturally tanned skin. He looked almost Hispanic, but not quite. He was probably around thirty, maybe thirty-five at most.

“You done staring?” the guy said, without opening his eyes.

Lukas flinched. “Um, yeah. Sorry.”

“The top bunk is mine.”

Lukas wanted to ask why he was lying in his bunk, then, but he had to bite his tongue. Being a smart-ass was probably not a good idea.

“I’m Lukas.”

The guy opened his eyes. They were deep brown and oddly intense. His gaze swept over Lukas before lingering on his mouth. “Nice to meet you, Lukas. How well do you suck dick?”

Lukas flushed, stepping back. “I’m straight.”

The guy lifted his eyebrows, looking vaguely amused. “Everyone’s straight here, Blue Eyes.”

“I have a girlfriend!”

The guy looked unimpressed. “Most of us have wives and girlfriends back home.”

He got out of the bunk. A predator. He seemed like a predator. His heart in his throat,

Lukas stepped back. But instead of molesting him, the guy stretched his hand out for a handshake. “I’m Daniel.” Taken aback, Lukas shook the hand warily. “It’s probably been a long day for you,” Daniel said. “Go to sleep. Nobody wanders around during the night.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said, immensely relieved.

The guy had been probably just joking when he said that stuff about sucking his dick. Of course he was joking.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” Daniel said. “Goodnight.”

Lukas blinked. “What the...? You aren’t fucking me, dude!”

Daniel smiled. It was a surprisingly nice smile, his teeth white and even. He stepped closer to him until they were not even an inch apart. Lukas swallowed, acutely aware that the guy was taller than him and much wider in the shoulders.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Daniel said softly, looking him in the eye. “I’m going to fuck you. It’s going to happen and you’d better get used to the idea. You’re lucky you’re with me. I won’t hurt you, I won’t force myself on you, and I’ll protect you from others, if you suck my dick well. Believe me, other guys won’t be as nice as me.”

“If you aren’t going to force me, it’s not happening,” Lukas said, trying to keep his voice firm. “Sorry, but I’m really straight. I have a girlfriend I love.”

For some reason, that made Daniel chuckle. “You’re lucky it’s boring as hell here and I love a good challenge.”

Before Lukas could say anything, Daniel climbed onto the top bunk and before long was asleep. Lukas stood still, staring at nothing for a long time. He barely slept that night.

The next morning came all too soon for his liking. But it wasn’t as bad as he had expected and feared. The day passed normally enough. Yeah, he was ogled at and groped more than he had ever been in his life, but it wasn’t that bad. No one tried to attack him. No one tried… anything else. When his work day was over, it was shower time something he’d been dreading all day.

Once in the showers, Lukas didn’t know which way to turn. He didn’t want other inmates to ogle his dick, but he didn’t want to turn his back to anyone, either. So he washed, awkwardly shifting and turning.

There were guys groping each other and some doing more than that, but the guards didn’t seem interested in stopping them as long as it seemed mostly consensual. And even if it wasn’t, they didn’t seem all that eager to do anything. There was a big guy in the opposite corner forcing his dick down another guy’s throat. Lukas tried hard not to look that way.

His heart beat so fast he thought he was going to be sick. He saw many other guys eyeing him interestedly, but no one tried anything. Lukas suspected that it had something to do with Daniel, who stayed close to him, silent and stony-faced.

Deciding that no one was going to attack him, Lukas relaxed a bit. It was a mistake. Halfway through the shower, he felt it: a hand on his ass. Lukas froze and then looked at Daniel.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he hissed. He knew better than to make a scene. Lukas might not know much about prison hierarchy, but he knew enough. He knew Daniel would have to demonstrate who was in charge here if Lukas made him look weak.

Daniel looked at him calmly, dark eyes unreadable. “I need to show everyone that you’re mine,” he said quietly. “If I don’t, other guys will get ideas. You don’t want that, do you?”

Lukas glared at him, but as much as he hated it, the guy was right. If he had to choose between being considered his cellmate’s plaything and being gangbanged, he knew what he would choose. So he didn’t move away, letting Daniel keep a proprietary hand on his butt.

His face was probably bright red, it was a huge blow to his masculinity. He wondered if this was how women felt when men objectified them.

When shower time was finally over, he shook Daniel’s hand off, dressed and walked back to the cell quickly. Daniel didn’t return immediately. When he did, Lukas tensed involuntarily, gripping the book he was trying and failing to read.

“Relax, Pouty Lips,” Daniel said with a snort.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want.”

Lukas felt a surge of helpless anger, but he said nothing. Truth be told, Daniel unnerved him. He was different from other inmates: quiet and intense in a strange way.

He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t boast like other inmates did, but from what Lukas had seen that day, Daniel seemed well-respected, even feared.

“What are you in here for?” Lukas asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

“Killed eight people at a mall,” Daniel said, looking him in the eye. Lukas blinked.

“You’re joking, right?”

Daniel made a shrugging gesture that could be interpreted either way. Lukas really hoped he was joking.

“How old are you?” Daniel said suddenly, eyeing him.

“Twenty-three.”

Daniel studied him for several moments before getting into his bunk. What a strange guy.

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