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!”

The Slammer: A Typical Day

 

The Slammer: A Typical Day

 

By Jimmy

 

 

Jayden woke up from sleeping to a smidgen of light creeping through the bared windows coating the floor in long rectangles the air soft with the tinged yellow glow. Still curled on his side, Jayden slowly rolls over but winces as his junk is rearranged underneath the bare sheet and blanket. The slightest movement makes him reach down to cup his genitals, wincing as he does so. He’s sore from last night and his sharp in take of air makes the mattress creak under him.  

 

Still inside, Jayden contemplates his captivity behind bars for a few more moments. The reality of the situation weighing heavy, but the clarity of the dawn brings him into focus and he realizes that he is not out of this nightmare, not yet. 

 

Across and above him everyone snores on, and Jayden slips out of bed noiseless and stands in his room bare chested and listening to the sounds around him. Jayden is control of nothing but himself and he drops to all fours and starts a steady and furious round of push-ups envisioning his day, and how to go about making it more manageable in the current circumstances as a cloud crosses the sky quickly stealing the light and casting him in semidarkness. 

 

Jayden continues to exercise, his sweat glistening to his skin and his breathing under steady control. This he can handle. 

 

It’s almost an hour later, the rain falls hard but the boys all sleep around him still and he leans against the window staring out into the steamy soup of a storm casting bucketful’s of rain pelting downward, the angry sky reflecting his current mood. 

 

One person is responsible for Jayden and his brother’s imprisonment in Bartlet Juvenile Hall and he plans on getting even with him, and soon. He knows that the plan was not just to put him here and out of the light, someone is here within these walls. He can almost smell him, Silas Dark is here and Jayden can feel it in his bones. 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: A Thieves End written by Jimmy

 

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: A Thieves End

 

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Up until this moment Sam Hell was going on instinct, and fighting for his home and his new family. But now, a video is in place and his younger foster brother is in jeopardy it is like a switch has been flipped inside of him, and the true Devilboy comes out and the raw rage shoots out of him like a fountain. Sam Hell screams, the sound of a predator as he charges forward shoving Jackson the thief so hard that he stumbles back into the wall. Jayden is a blur flying after him, capitalizing on the older teens down defenses but Sam sees, nor care nothing for him. He only had one target, the reason that all of this is happening: Silas Black, the silencer.

“I see I have awoken you, devilboy. Now show me why I called you that!”

Sam Hell slams into Silas Dark who slides across the floor, but meets him not backing down, unafraid of the fiendish glowing red eyes that blaze like a reignited bonfires the heat coming off of Sam as he grapples Silas, his teeth are bared and he grunts with raw fury.

Silas Dark laughs with Sam Hell’s efforts, as the two shift and shove at each other until Sam Hell tired of the smug look on Dark’s face, and his steel grey eyes laughing grabs the back of his head and slams his cranium into his nose hearing the laughter end is exactly what he needed to clear his restless raging mind and focus in on the targets between his legs. A knee flies up like a rocket, Sam’s thigh blasts into Silas’s spread legs and hears the telltale crunch of Silas’s manhood as he hammers the blow deep within the cavity between his opponents legs.

Barely recovering from the head butt, Silas Dark finds his nads assaulted and the knee practically takes him up and off the ground, his tippy toes barely staying connected. Silas Dark exhales and stumbles to the wall reaching down to protect his manhood, but he is still too slow and he watches in horror as Sam Hell’s leg flies up punting him between the fork in his leg nailing his balls into his pelvis with a wet ugly SPLAT! That threatens that forms of his oval eggs as they are instantly warped and crushed into his ass cheeks.

A hollering, echoing scream bounces around the room and Sam Hell smiles as he twists his foot and slams it flat against the wall with Silas Dark’s nuts firmly sandwiched between. The scream ends and Silas is trying to push Sam’s foot out of his crotch, all the while Sam is pressing and digging his toes so violently into Silas’s nutbag that he can feel Silas’s nuts going squishier and flatter than usual. Sam does not stop the assault as he yanks Silas’s arms away and pulls his foot out and back and much to Silas Darks dismay floors him again with another Earth shattering kick that punts his nuts all the way back, the ball cords stretched to their very limits before he falls prone to his knees screaming bloody murder.

“You fucked with my little brother, and I will end you now. Welcome to my home, the Hell House!”

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Your Devil Eyes are Mine written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Your Devil Eyes are Mine

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Bill prone on the bed groans into the sock shoved into his mouth. He yanks at the binds, his wrists slipping and sliding in the restraints. Trapped, and helpless Bill heaves lungful’s of air into the wet, damp sock his eyes narrow and defiant. Bill should be scared. Instead, he’s angry. And ready to fight. 

 

Above him looms the thief Jackson. A huge smile is spreading over his face as he takes in Bill on the mattress bound and gagged. His favorite type of playmate. 

 

“You’re mine, now Bill,” Jackson purrs, his words falling from between his lips like poised daggers ready to strike. His voice is slightly muffled due to his black mask that he wears, keeping his identity unknown to his victim.

 

Slowly, Jackson climbs that bed getting into position to mount Bill to show his true dominance over the brat when Bill thrusts up a knee deep into his groin, and slipping through the narrow opening in his thighs. Jackson’s scrotum crunches against Bills mean thigh, but the jolt of the blow and look of pleasure in Bills narrowed blue eyes causes Jackson to grunt and fall to his side laying next to Bill on the too small bed.

 

Jackson grabs his balls feeling like an idiot. Bill nailed him…again. 

 

“Fucker.”

 

Jackson cusses, grabbing his nads. Bill is like a magnet and this is not the first blow that he has taken from him tonight, let alone the last time that he broke in. He feels weak, and as he careful looks over his genitals Bill is restless trying to pull free of his handcuffs. 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock… written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock…

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Getting closer to Sam Hells street Silas Dark sniffs the cool night air, freedom tastes so sweet even among the scattering of nearby cookouts in the early summer heat. Silas Dark amuses himself with images of Sam Hell in front of him pleading with his ugly red eyes when he spots a shifting running individual. He’s shirtless and running proudly, sweat above his brow but Silas would know that frown from anywhere: it’s the Devilboy himself. 

 

“Keep going,” Silas snarls to the thief. “I want to get there before he returns and give him a tasteful surprise when he gets there. A little… housewarming gift.”

 

“Anything you say, but I want to hurt the brat.”

 

“That you will thief that you will.”

 

Cruising along a nearby street, the thief pulls along until they fall under the shadow of a large pine and cuts the engine. The car takes a moment to cool off, the engine still buzzing. 

 

“Now let’s go.” 

 

Doors open and shut, and the pair walk side by side. Silas Dark wears a mask, like the thief but he made sure to put in his contacts. His eyes are pitch black like midnight and he wants this to be the last image that Sam Hell sees before he destroys him, making him kneel in front of him. 

 

“Back door,” Silas Dark tells the thief. “They will be under the mat, my contact has informed me.”

 

“Perfect, I’ll kill the power…like before.”

The Juvenile Hall Thief written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief

 

by Jimmy

 

The thief was watchful. 

 

In the bowels of the night, his keen eyes roam the halls of the facility windows and doors watching and learning the layout of the land and more importantly how to break-out a certain inmate. 

 

His name is Silas Dark. 

 

The thief is clever and bides his time. Several weeks have passed since Silas Dark was first brought to Bartlet Juvenile Hall and in that very short time Silas Dark has made a reputation of himself. No one crosses him. Silas Dark’s edgy demeanor, and quiet watchfulness was pegged for shyness. A mistake that Cliff still regrets to this very day. Ever since Cliff staged an attack on Silas Dark during his first night in the institution he has been made out to be the plaything of Silas’s.

 

Everyday a new torture awaits him, and this night is no different as Cliff steaks down the hall naked as the day he was born with words written along his back: Fresh Meat! The words were written like a tramp stamp above his ass, the cursive writing just dipping into the globes of his hairy ass. 

 

Silas Dark awaits his thief, he knows that he has failed him and will come to redeem himself. And he sits quietly on his bed, hands tucked behind his head as awaits his arrival. 

 

The thief does not disappoint.

The Mission: Get Jayden Back written by Jimmy

 

The Mission: Get Jayden Back

By Jimmy

 

After losing the wrestling championship with Jayden Gomez, Zagan Keller is beside himself with misery.

Zagan Keller is not used to losing and decides, after some careful thought to contact an old acquaints of his. He’s lost and licking his wounds when Zagan remembers a guy with a terrifying reputation and asks him for a favor.

The guy’s name is Silas Dark, and his nickname is… the Silencer.