The Slammer: Food Fight written by Jimmy

 

The Slammer:

Food Fight

 

By Jimmy

 

 

By the time Jayden could get himself out of bed, dressed and ready for breakfast he feared that it might be over.

 

The noise that hit Jayden’s ears when he entered the large overwhelming. The hall was bigger than Jayden expected, and the sea of noise washed over him thick and steamy like pool on a hot day in late August. Jayden’s shirt issued jersey seemed to stick to his lower back immediately as the door closed behind him and his dark eyes searched the room as he took in the layout. It seemed like a standard cafeteria but much more chaotic and with more detention officers than lunch ladies.

 

Taking a big breath Jayden pushes his way forward, and going through the motion of getting the runny eggs, burnt toast, and juice before spotting his brother Gino and heading to his table. It’s just the two of them sitting at a four top and as soon as his ass hits the chair Gino is talking.

 

“Silas? You beat Silas? I heard the guys talking…is this for real?”

 

A small smile plays on Jayden’s lips, but he nods taking a bite of the crisp crunchy bread. “He never saw me coming, Gino.”

 

Gino pats his shoulder “I was supposed to be protecting you! Last time I let you shower alone here.”

 

Jayden snorts, and coughs up a bit of bread before he dry swallows. “My hero.”

 

“You can count on me!”

 

Gino’s smile is wide, but it falls for a bit as he contemplates their predicament “If Silas is here…I have to wonder what instore is for us next or if he will dare try again.”

 

“If he does Gino, I’ll finish it. I’m not taking any more shit from them.”

 

Jayden brushes off the crumbs and the smear of butter from his hands, which feels greasy. Already Jayden wants another shower but he pushes the desire away and says “It’s time to figure out what is going on, and do something about it. You with me?”

 

“Hell yeah!” Gino does a little whoop and stands up, hands pumping in the air before he descends back to his seat. “What’s the plan? I can tell that you got one.”

 

Grinning Jayden grabs his plate of food and says “Follow my lead” and wiggles his eyebrows.

 

“Wait…you are not gonna…”

 

Jayden grins, his smile infectious causing Gino to sigh but to smile just as widely.

 

“Lead the way, bro. I am ready to make bad decisions.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Jayden laughs and proceeds to hold his plate and take Gino’s.

 

Following suit, Gino grabs two trays of food from the next table, the guys yelling “Hey!” as he does so, the scrambled eggs, and oatmeal sloshing together in their respective spaces separate containers.

 

The brothers share a look and fire the contents of their trays into the central mass of the room nailing so many guys on the backs of their heads, food dripping into eyes, down shirts, and splattering all over tables.

 

“Foooooooood fight!” Gino screams dropping his stolen trays, and grabbing two others and launching the contents of those trays as well.

 

Taking off running across the cafeteria Jayden can hear the eruption of screams, laughter, and mayhem as he crosses the room. Dodging food aimed at him he can just make-out from the corners of his vision the staff jumping into action as he slips out the door and takes off down the hallway, his heart hammering in his chest and his steady footsteps trailing him as he reaches the doors of the offices.

 

Jayden grasps the handle and pulls open the door shouting, “Mayhem in the cafeteria, a food fight! I was asked to come tell you!”

 

The small group of men and women in a meeting grunt and start complaining as they get up from their seats and head towards the cafeteria.

 

“Show us the person who—”

 

Interrupting them Jayden feints a small swoon, and bumps into a wall. “Dizzy…I got hit with a tray.”

 

Sliding down to his ass, Jayden rolls his eyes and puts his head between his knees.

 

“Shit! I’ll get medical” says one of the office workers, while the rest stand up and head down to the cafeteria.

 

Once the room is cleared Jayden stands up and heads over to the computer closest to him and begins to start a search, figuring out exactly who is in the Bartlet Juvenile Hall with him. He prints out the full list of names, and also prints out the upcoming visitors log and folding the paper in half, before he shoves them down his pants and goes back to his slouched position on the floor. Jayden is just in time.

 

A medical personnel in a bright white coat approaches and starts assessing him for damages.

 

After a quick check-up they say “Have him rest for the day, just in case in his room. I believe that he should be fine, but just in case have him rest.”

 

Jayden nods and heads to his room.

 

Once alone Jayden Gomez pulls out the paper and begins to read the list of names as he starts to take ownership over what is happening to him. A plan is forming as he spots an upcoming visitor today and one that makes his blood turn cold: Zagan Keller.

 

Gino

 

Once the door closes, and Jayden is out of sight Gino Gomez sets his sights on Silas Dark. Silas Dark has been attacking Jayden, his little brother for months and Gino cannot stand it. While his little escapade against Jayden has gnawed at Gino and finally he had him in his sights and he could not wait to even the score.

 

Gino knows that he has failed Jayden on more than one occasion. His love for his younger brother is fierce, out of everyone in his life the connection that they share runs deep down to his very core. Being an older brother is a responsibility that Gino does not take lightly, and there is a force moving against him and Gino is going to do everything in his power to protect him. 

 

Silas Dark is covered in milk, it pours down half his face and drenching his shirt so that it sticks to his chest. The dark haired older teen is around Gino’s age, and he can spot the coldness in his grey eyes, the grit and sheen of his teeth as he throws his own breakfast at a table nearby and the roar that blooms inside of Gino rips out of him that would make even a lion envious as he charges straight at him, climbing up and over a table to do so. 

 

Silas Dark does not spot Gino until the leap food tray overhead slamming down on top of his cranium in a powerful slam dunk leap. The crack of the plastic tray shattering over his noggin catches him off guard the most and he bumps into the person standing next to him and sending him slipping on some spilled cherry yogurt to the floor. 

 

Barely standing and dazed, Gino pops him in the face with his fist growling “That’s for my brother!” Knuckles crunch Silas’s nose against his skull and a torrent of blood flies back and away from him splattering the table but the second punch knocks Silas off his feet, the right hook hitting his left eye.

 

Gino is breathing hard and kicks out with his foot, nailing Silas in his guts and puncturing his storage or air like a popped balloon. Silas is gasping, white as a sheet as Gino grabs his ankles and grins down at Silas before stomping directly onto his bulge and crunching Silas nuts flat.

 

Silas yells out a crooning “Aaaaaaarrrrghhhhh!” While Gino digs in deep into his scrotum and dickhead which is pinched next to his balls that Gino has underneath his toes and rubs like trying to extinguish a little cigarette. 

 

The ruthlessness of the blow, combined with the early testicular trauma has Silas Dark screaming and trying to pull Gino’s sledgehammering foot out of his crotch to no avail. 

 

Gino does not let go, and now as he yanks on Silas’s ankles Silas Dark can feel the sickening squish of his manly bits starting to succumb to the pressure. His eyes widen in alarm, and spots on Gino’s face exactly what it is before he can formally articulate it in his mind. His testicles are going to give way; the walls of the soft appendages are sagging further to the floor and spreading out so flat that the shapes of his balls are starting to lose themselves from the pressure. 

 

“Noooo!” Silas Dark cries out.

 

Gino keeps the pressure tight, feeling Silas Dark’s nuts giving way and the satisfaction of the feeling and power overcomes him. He’s so hard, that Gino’s erection has slipped free of his pants and tents out still hidden by his shirt the sword has been fully uncovered from the stone as it peeks out from below giving Silas an eye full of his potent weapon that leaks. A small rivulet of clear pre-cum rolls down from the head and along the thick rod and rests like a hanging droplet from a recent rainstorm flower. It trembles once and drop landing on Silas’s cheek next to his mouth, and he can smell a whiff of the mustiness of Gino’s cock as his balls are being ruined. 

 

“I am going to break them.” 

 

The statement defines the moment and Silas Dark gives his head a small shake, the silencer finally being silenced himself as a jolt runs between his legs and the pressure becomes too unbearable.

 

Silas goes to scream, his thin lips opening up to holler as a can of milk soars up and smacks Gino right in the face. The milk carton explodes and Silas Dark’s balls fill back up to their normal state, but the pain is almost too much as his ballsack trembles between his weakened thighs as Gino steps off and back swiping of the extra liquid and blinking rapidly curing under his breath. 

 

“Fuckers!”

 

Silas Dark rolls underneath the table clutching his wounded manhood, his balls feel like twice their size and seize and sizzle at even the merest touch. Immediately Silas regrets touching them and lets go. He pukes up bile onto the floor as one of the Bartlett officers manages to grab Gino and pulls him back. Gino is holding onto Silas Dark ankle and he pulls him with him saying “No! You will not get away from me!”

 

 A moment later another guard comes up to his front grabbing Gino and pressing a taser against his side. The jolt runs through him and his eyesight blackens and he can feel the pulse of it along his side. 

 

“Again! He’s not down yet, Taz him again!”

 

Gino pulls free and almost punches the guard in the face but another jolt sends him to the floor. The last image that Gino sees is Silas Dark gaping and gasping, a trickle of drool dripping from his mouth in where he got sick staring at the floor in horror. 

 

“I wasn’t…done.” Gino’s voice is a whisper as his eyes close and he passes out.

 

——-

 

Jayden Gomez eyes widen at the time.

 

“He’s coming today, now…”

 

Jayden hides the papers under his mattress and heads to the window. Rain pelts the glass, a making it hard to see with a rolling fog covering the ground like spilled exhaust from a truck pipe. Squinting his eyes Jayden watches as a trail of sad figures come up the beaten path, their shoes sinking deep into the gravel, the mud reaching up as their body weight presses the soles into the Earth. 

 

Spotting him near the back of the line of people Jayden stares at the figure dressed in black, his clothes sticking to him frame. Jayden remembers how solidly of a figure, Zagan Keller was and still is. He’s taller than the rest of the upcoming visitors and is so broad, that his shoulder reach and cover almost the full length of the width of the path. He seems to pound the ground, and unlike the others Zagan is not looking down in somber but rather forwards a determined look on his handsome features as he heads down the path. 

 

Jayden’s heart is hammering in his chest, but he is glued to the window almost pressing his face against the glass. 

 

Zagan Keller is coming and he’s coming for him. 

 

Grim determination fuels Jayden, and he looks about the room. He wishes for his singlet, the one that he won in. It does not fit him any longer, he’s grown bigger too. Jayden feels his tight pectorals, running his hands up and down his shoulders as he attempts to steady his breathing. 

 

Zagan is inside now, and with nowhere to hide Jayden opens the windows the howl of the wind greets him and the June day seems drearier for its lake of sunlight but seems to fit his mood. 

 

He removes his shirt, the material slipping from his fingers and drops his draws too and goes back to the shower room to drench himself in cold water. 

 

The room is sweating with bodies, clearly the food fight packed the place but Jayden moves up to share a shower head with Jorge who he shares a small smile with before the water hits him. It’s warm, and it flows over his skin before Jayden’s turns the silver nozzle to cold drenching himself in the stinginess of the water. 

 

Jorge jumps back “Hey, what’s the big idea!”

 

Ignoring him Jayden puts his head underneath and lets the water ice him down, slow his heart and breathes in and out as the water cascade and flows over him, wetting every inch. 

 

“Still sore, and need the cold?” jokes Jorge, with a tiny grin as he reaches up and underneath Jayden’s balls bag giving the heavy lumps a quick feel. 

 

Batting his hand away, Jayden tells him “Yes, and no. I’m empty, no hanky panky, Jorge. You seen my brother?”

 

“Solidarity, amigo.”

 

Jayden’s eyes widen and he looks right at Jorge, his naked features blurry under the torrent of water above. 

 

“What?”

 

“Yeah, he kicked Silas’s ass. Apparently giving him a black eye and a bloody nose. You two got beef with Dark?”

 

“You could say that. How long will Gino be gone?”

 

“Today at least, maybe tomorrow. He’s lucky though. Jake lied, said that Dark started it…but couldn’t finish it.”

 

Jayden gulped, taking in a mouthful of water and says “Really?” Astonishment covering his features as Jayden bites his bottom lip in worry. 

 

“Yes. Turns out, he’s a pretty solid guy.”

 

“Yeah. I guess so.”

 

Jayden turns away, but Jorge grabs his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “You ain’t going to do anything else stupid today are you?”

 

Shrugging and pulling away, he feels Jorge’s fingers slip down his side cutting through the fallen rivers on his skin with his stubby fingertips. “We could play instead.”

 

“Not interested, Jorge. I would stay away from the room…things are going to get messy.”

 

Jorge’s eyebrows are raised and as he heads off into the shower room and back to their shared room he hears Jorge call out “Be careful, little buddy!” 

 

The hallway is quiet as he heads down the path, leaving a trail of watery footprint right to the door. Jayden didn’t bother drying off, and the towel hangs off of one should as he struts inside the room and grabs his briefs from the floor and pulling them up. The material sticks to his skin like a glove, overaccentuating the curvature of his thick cock, and the bulging basket below. The lines clearly illustrating exactly where every part of Jayden’s boyhood is like a dotted line stating here it is! 

 

Jayden closed the door behind himself but it cracks open now, and in walks Zagan Keller dressed not in the black he came in with but a long trench coat that when he turns the door closed falls open. He’s wearing the singlet. Not the one he lost in…Jayden thinks that the colors are more the everyday wear but the material hugs him tightly. Jayden can make out his pointed nipples as Zagan angles his face at him while the click of the lock slides into place. 

 

“I’ve been waiting for a long time for this rematch, Jayden Gomez…Captain of the Bartlett team,” Zagan states dropping his trench coat to the floor by his feet. 

 

He strides confidently into the room, dressed in his wrestling black sneakers. The dark singlet hides his bulge a bit, unlike Jayden who touches his genitals quickly to show off his potent, impressive hanging scrotum as he says “So have I. You’ve been sending your lackeys at me since you lost. You orchestrated this little reunion between us, and Zagan I have to say you are the biggest coward I have ever met.”

 

The words strike Zagan Keller like slap across the face as Jayden points to him, his dripping towel in the other hand tight and cooling in the air. 

 

“You sent Silas Dark after me countless times, and have been afraid of me gathering my own team at Bartlett. You are a coward, and I am done letting you try to scare me. You want to fight me…then come and get it!”

 

Jayden punches his chest, and jabs his finger forward and points directly at Zagan between the legs “But I’m taking you out the hard way, you are not walking right when you leave here. I’m going to kick…your…ass!”

 

Zagan Keller slowly smiles and begins to clap his hands, slow and steady his eyes never leaving Jayden’s dark ones. 

 

“Pretty speech. Let’s see if you got what it takes, Gomez! I

 

“I lost to me before!” Jayden cuts in, his words sharp as he swings the wet towel around until it appears like a whip by his side, and Jayden drinks in his stance and swings up the towel with a wet quick paced shot that cuts the space between them and cracks against Zagan’s pouch with a hard crack. It’s then at the noise of the artificial blow, that Jayden recognizes what Zagan is wearing. 

 

The towel drops from the spot where Jayden had struck and Zagan taps it, and the plasticky tic tic is heard as Zagan drums his fingers against it. 

 

“Oooo that’s too bad…you didn’t realize that I came prepared! I can tell that you didn’t!” Zagan pointed looks at Jayden’s junk and smirks, a laugh coming free. “I can see your balls Jayden, and I’m going to ruin them. The Gomez family tree is going to get a little pruning today!”

 

Zagan Keller rushes forward and Jayden throws up the wet towel where it covers Zagan’s head, it only lasts a moment before Zagan grabs it and yanks it off but by them Jayden is slamming his knee right into his abdomen and following it up with a backwards heel kick to Zagan’s chin.  

 

Stumbling back Zagan wipes at his jaw as Jayden comes in hard again with his fist. Zagan catches it and twists the arm up and between Jayden’s shoulder blades making the boy cry out, like a captured butterfly in a spiders clutches. 

 

“Not so fast, Jayden. You are quick…but I have been studying your moves” Zagan says his lips at Jayden’s ear as his free hand reaches down Jayden’s taut stomach feeling his chest rise and fall with strained effort as his fingers slip between his jockey shorts and his stomach, the hand flattening until it slithers down its path towards Jayden’s goods. 

 

“No!” Jayden whimpers as Zagan encounters his cock, and running his fingers along his length from the root to the top and giving Jayden’s plump cock head a little squeeze. Another involuntary whimper comes from between his lips as he punch’s and jabs with his free hand at Zagan’s middle, his behind his back punches not gaining him any ground as Zagan tugs at his dong. The jerking sensation makes Jayden’s whole body quiver and Zagan’s laughter fills his ear. 

 

“Your little soldier is almost ready to fight me, Jayden. Too bad I’m not interested in him…but what he protects down below.”

 

While he speaks, Zagan jerks Jayden’s growing erection up and down, feeling the impressive appendage puffing up under his steady speed of his hand sliding along Jayden’s full length, never slowing as he pulls at the cock. 

 

Jayden’s breathing slows, and his erection grows hot as it point and slips free from the elastic band and points up to Jayden’s face. 

 

“There he is…standing proud and tall.”

 

“Fuck…you!” Jayden spats, his fist trying to dent in Zagan’s abdomen. 

 

“Now that he is out of the way…I can do this!” Ignoring Jayden’s curse, Zagan’s large hand shoots down and grabs a hold Jayden’s jingling, large testes and holding strongly onto Jayden’s ball bag, his fingers encircling the orbs like a spider would with its caught prey as he weaves the fingers along until he has fully captured the struggling nuts in his hand. 

 

“No! Those are my boy…!”

 

“Boynuts! Yes, I’m aware Jayden, I know your little nickname for them. Shame that it’s not true…or even close. It would be easier to crush them if they were smaller. But I am up to the challenge of rearranging the contents of your manhood into a more…easily grappled handhold.”

 

Jayden gulps as Zagan’s fingers sink deep, the pinchers of the spider grabbing hold of its prey and shooting into the victim the dreaded stinging venom that spreads to Jayden’s lower belly. Zagan had him, and Jayden’s punches slowly start to fall off, his free arm slumping at his side as the effects take shape. He is at the mercy of Zagan, and his wet body presses fully against Zagan, Zagan’s cup jutting into his back proving to Jayden most effectively just how fucked he is about to be. 

 

“Now sing for me, Jayden! I want to hear you squeal!”

 

Grunting, Jayden feels Zagan pulling at his scrotum until it is fully stretched out and Zagan shakes the bag making Jayden’s cock dance and slap against his taut belly until Zagan chuckles in delight.

 

“I love making you dance for me, Jayden. You’re big useless balls are powerless in my nutclaw. Feel my fingers squeeze your balls, you are trapped until I say so, Jayden. I got your balls and you know it.”

 

Gulping Jayden reaches back until he finds Zagan Keller’s protective cup and grabs it “This won’t save you!” Jayden gasps and twists the cup, pulling it back and away from Zagan’s body until he releases it.

 

“Hey! Let go of that, Jayden or else I will…!”

 

Crack!

 

Zagan’s eyes widen, and Jayden feels it, the spiders grasp, the webbed pouch around his balls loosens and he the prey slips out as Zagan’s busy hands can’t get to his balls…not unless he releases his hold on Jayden.

 

Jayden grabs the cup again and yanks it back and away, feeling one of Zagan’s heavy crushed lumps dropping down and free in the ballsack.

 

“Looks like your cup isn’t so perfect after all!” Jayden states and pulls it back until he feels Zagan’s genitals fully hanging between his legs.

 

“Don’t you---uuuUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!”  shouts Zagan as the cup crashes back trapping and crunching parts of him that it was supposed to protect.

 

Easing out of Zagan’s grasp, Jayden twists and comes back in, nice and close his knee launching up straight up at the cup the is squishing Zagan’s nuts which are caught between his body. The thud of Jayden’s knee cracks into the stud and Zagan whimpers in pain as the blow sinks into his impressive body.

 

“My turn now, Zagan. I… *knee*….always….*knee*…win in the end!”

 

The last knee hits Zagan Keller even harder as he is pressed against the wooden bunk, Jayden’s knee, the cup and the wooden beam all denting and digging into Keller’s lumps.

 

Zagan can’t manage to catch his breath, but as his eyes widen he brings his forehead down into Jayden’s head and the hard crack of their skulls forces Jayden back as the two warriors fall to the floor both in pain, the smashing of the bodies reverberates throughout the tiny room and shaking the window pane which rates in the wooden frame.

 

From the floor Jayden coughs thinking back how he eventually overcame every adversary and knows that he can once again. The reason is simple, Jayden never gives up. Blinking back tears Jayden gives his head a shake as he climbs back to his feet and pulls up his underwear over his obvious erection that juts out pointing at the fallen Zagan on the floor who rolls around holding his privates as he tries to adjust the cup to do its goddamn job.

 

The rain continues to fall, the wind moving is sideways where the water blasts against the glass like gunshots. It’s so loud that Jayden almost can’t hear himself think as he crosses the room towards Zagan Keller who hands are remain buried into his privates, as he adjusts the cup hidden within the singlet. The tattoos that race up and down his arms seem to shimmer in the stormy light from the outside but from this position with his thighs spread and feet on the floor Jayden spots black tentacle tats peeking out from the bottom of his singlet along his inner thighs.

 

Zagan’s cheeks are puffed up, and his eyes have lost their focus as he gently prods the cup finally settling it into place around his scrotum and penis. He spots Jayden advancing and lashes out quick as a cobra with his leg which catches Jayden off guard and he slips over the leg sweep landing on top of Zagan who catches him. Jayden light like a feather to the heavily and the weight is easily dispersed as Zagan rolls Jayden onto his back pinning him to the floor grinning wickedly down at him. The playful act of possum works in his favor as he brings his knee up between Jayden’s thighs, and slamming it right into his jockey shorts pouch as he imagines a key hitting the hole just right to make the lock click open.

 

Jayden gasps, and Zagan feels his abdomen contrast and his stomach clenching as his dark eyes swim from the nut agony that slams into him with Zagan’s meaty thigh. The blunt end of Zagan’s thigh pounds his nutbag so hard that the leftie squirmed out of the way, but his right ball took the blow full on.

 

“Uuuuuuuugghhhhhh my nuts!”

 

“Not quite, it wasn’t right…” Zagan pounders as he brings his knee in and out again just as quick aiming a little higher and feels the full squish, and squelch of Jayden’s nuts as he nails them both to his pelvis. Jayden’s hefty balls jam so hard against his own body that his upper torso juts up as he presses himself fully against Zagan, his cock pressing so hard and deep into Zagan’s naval that it jerks and leaks against the singlet wetting Zagan’s skin. “Now that’s what I was looking for!”

 

Zagan keeps his knee in between Jayden’s and rubs the contents of his scrotum making the balls pound painfully from the upwards thrust of his Zagan’s attack. One hand creeps around Jayden’s neck, his fingers curling around and digging deeply into Jayden’s skin feeling the pulse quicken as his grip intensifies like a python grasping its prey.

 

Jayden’s eyes widen, and the dark pupils expand and he sucks in his last breath before he can’t anymore, and Jayden’s arms beat at Zagan’s sides uselessly his hits bouncing off of his sides. Jayden’s body drops to the floor, the space welcoming as the breeze from the outside slides between the two sweaty bodies as Jayden slides his torso up and frees his balls from Zagan’s knee.

 

“You can’t get away from me, Gomez.”

 

The growl of his voice makes Jayden heart rate increase as he is lifted off the floor by his neck and slammed back down, hard. Stars burst in his vision as his head hits the wooden unforgiving floor and Jayden briefly remembers his head trauma over a month ago…he can’t afford to pass out. Not now.

 

His vision starts to clear when Jayden’s lungs start to constrict, he can’t breathe. Jayden tries to bring his leg up but it’s met with resistance as Zagan grabs a hold of the invading limb and pins in back to the floor and covers his body with his own his free hand that’s not squeezing his neck running his fingers gently through his wet hair as he tickles the scalp beneath.

 

“Nighty night, Jayden.”

 

‘No!’ Jayden screams in his head, his body trying to fight its way back but already his limbs start to slow and the rubbing of his ear as Zagan watches him makes him start to close his eyes.

 

They open once more and Jayden meets Zagan’s gaze, the two locked in eye contact before Jayden’s eyes roll back into his skull and everything goes quiet.

 

 

…

 

The next thing he feels but briefly is being lifted up and off the ground, and cradled to Zagan Keller’s chest he tries to open his eyes, but they feel like lead weights and remain close as he is taken to from his room and into the corridor.

 

 

….

 

Raindrops fall on his bare skin as he is placed in a vehicle and he curls up in the backseat, his breathing is steady and he’s wet but the lull of the drive makes him drift back and he’s out once more heading into an unknown direct, his brother Gino Gomez far behind him as he speeds off with Zagan Keller behind the wheel.

 

Jayden briefly thinks that he is in trouble, but it’s the last thought he has as unconsciousness takes over.

 

 

 

To be continued…