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Subject: {ASSM} Undertow- TRUE LIFE PRISON story- Chapter 002
Date: Sat,  9 Feb 2002 22:10:12 -0500
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Chapter 002- Old soft shoe.

"Blood may be thicker than water, but sperm is even thicker than that..."
---- Marla Bliss, actress, obviously intoxicated on a late-night talk show

They must have remembered her from last time, the old woman thought smugly
as she sat in a waiting room that had been cleared for her benefit.

Silvia Abate was short on patience and was eager to be finished with her
meeting and back in the comfort of her gigantic Cadillac, which at the
moment was illegally parked directly at the entrance to the building.

How long could it take to bring an inmate to the visiting room? He house was
bigger than this disgusting place with its dirty walls and furniture, and it
didn't take her that long to answer the damn door, and she was an old woman!

And not a crucifix in sight! It was a scandal what was happening in the
world today, she considered as she tried to remain calm.

Silvia was no stranger to Randall penitentiary, although she had been sure
long ago that there would never be a need to return. But here she was for
the third time in less than a year.

The door opened and a wary-looking, young Italian man was led in wearing leg
irons. He had a handsome face, but looked tough. Good. He would have to be
tough if he was going to see his next birthday.

"Vito?" She said sweetly, extending her hand, "What a handsome young man you
are."

***

Vinny was pushing himself to the limits of his abilities. His arms screamed
as he blew out a breath and barely managed to put the barbell back in its
cradle. Sweat pored down his face, and closed his eyes for a moment, proud
that he had been able to do it without having Wild Bill, who was standing
behind him, help with the last reps.

"You keep this up boy and we're gonna have to re-name you Conan!" Wild Bill
said, "Well, that's about the last of it. Lets go on and hit the showers and
then get some grub."

"Sounds like a plan," Vinny said, willing himself to stand, and then using a
rag to wipe down the bench.

"Pretty impressive," Troy smiled as he and Chico waited patiently for the
bench.

Vinny looked into the face of the man that he had one time thought might
save him and felt no anger. Compared to the others, Troy had been decent to
him, and he harbored no grudges, "Yeah, I'm working on it." He said.

"Good man." Troy said, with no hint of sarcasm, "Good to see you doing so
well."

Chico watched the exchange trying to appear invisible. Even though he had
gotten used to being known as Troy's punk, the idea of seeing Vinny walking
around free made him suddenly ashamed of his current situation.

Chico and a few other Latinos had purchased Vinny for the night when he was
a punk-for-hire owned by the blacks, and had been awful to him. Now here the
kid was, free as could be- respected even, and Chico was nothing but a
glorified punk.

"You too man," Vinny said, looking significantly at Chico, but unlike the
last time they had been in close quarters, he didn't launch himself at the
guy.

Chico looked down at the ground, ashamed as Wild Bill and Vinny left the
gym.

"Dude, what is with you two?" Troy said as he adjusted the weights to suit
his preferences, "I never did ask you. Why did he attack you that time in
the cafeteria?"

"He's got a beef with me over some shit that happened a while ago." Chico
said, hoping Troy would leave it at that.

"Well I could figure out that much," Troy laughed, "But what?"

"Me and the guys rented his ass for the night." Chico finally said, head
hung, "And I guess he never got over it."

"Hey, I hit that too." Troy said pushing the weights, "He don't hate me,"

"Well maybe you were nicer about it than we was." Chico said

"Me? Nice?" Troy laughed breathlessly as he continued to push the weights,
"Picture that."

Chico could picture it. Looking for a distraction, he saw his cousin Umberto
at the far end of the room. He was in the pool table area as usual with a
few of the other Latinos.

Not so long ago, Chico would have been right there with them, shooting pool
and being considered one of the men. Now? They looked at him with contempt
and insulted him when they even bothered to talk to him at all.

"Troy!" Taz boomed, startling Chico who hadn't seen him coming, "We need to
talk."

"Man can't it wait? You see I'm doing something here." Troy said, "Gimme a
few"

Taz fixed his diabolical eyes on Chico, as if to say 'he's gotta be kidding'
and then slapped Troy on the thigh, "You got it backwards boy, I don't wait
for you- YOU wait for ME!"

Troy put the bar in its cradle and sat up, sweat already beading on his pale
young face, "Ok, ok, come on," as he stood up, and turned to Chico, "Take
your turn dude, I'm sure this won't take to long, Taz here has a short
attention span."

"But I got a long dick," Taz said, pretending to be annoyed with his
favorite underling, "and you keep trying to be top dog and I will bend your
white ass over that bench and show you who's in charge."

Troy laughed as he followed Taz out of the gym. Chico remembered when that
concept would make him laugh as well, as he took the bench.

***

Teddy was on his stomach, and Mathias was working his back with his talented
hands.

"Are you hungry?" Mathias said, "Or do you want to wait for dinner?"

"No." Teddy said, "I am turning into a fat fuck. No more muffins."

Mathias laughed, "You are not. You are perfect."

Teddy relaxed himself again, loving what Mathias did to his body and also
his spirits. Who would have thought that a fucking faggot could make a guy
so happy?

But it was true- he was getting fat. Teddy hadn't needed Taz to tell him
that his gut was expanding. He also noticed that at some point the hair on
his head had begun to get thinner.

"You play basketball?" Teddy asked his mate.

"Do I look like the athletic type to you?" Mathias laughed, "I don't play
basketball."

"How bout football- anything?" Teddy wanted to start getting more active,
but he also wanted Mathias with him.

"No, and no." Mathias said, "But I will serve refreshments."

Teddy smiled and turned his head to face the wall so that Mathias could work
the side of his neck "you are so gay."

"Better for you no?" Mathias laughed, euphoric from a toot of coke he had
been able to sneak when Teddy wasn't looking, thanks to a device he had
bought from his guard friend.

"Yeah, but come on, your still a guy." Teddy said, sitting up, "You have it
in you to get into competitive shit, you just have to find it."

Mathias laughed, "If you are trying to get me to go out in that yard and
play sports, you must be smoking crack. If you want to do athletic stuff, I
think it's a good idea, and if you want I will hang out. But play? Get all
sweaty while making a fool out of myself? Not going to happen. And even if I
did want to, I would probably annoy you more than anything anyway. You need
somebody on your own level, like Taz or Vinny."

Teddy saw the logic in it, but still didn't like the idea of spending large
amounts of the time outside the cell. Without Mathias.

"I already told you I will hang out, if that's what is bugging you." Mathias
said

"Dude I don't need you around all the time holding my hand," Teddy lied,
"But its not good for either of us to spend all day in this cell. The
weather is getting nice, you know? Its healthy."

"Whatever you want," Mathias said, "Just don't toss me any footballs."

"You made your point," Teddy laughed, "I remember when we tried to teach my
kid sister to play cause we needed more bodies. She wound up with a black
eye and the old man kicked my ass good."

"So you don't want a muffin?" Mathias said

"No I don't want a fucking muffin." Teddy repeated grabbing Mathias in a
bear hug.

Mathias felt the insistent throb of Teddy's manhood through the sheet, and
was sure that this was the happiest he had ever been.

***

"Beat it punk," the huge black kid said to Chico, "This bench is reserved
for men."

In the old days, Chico would have sprung up from the weight bench ready for
combat. Now, he just exhaled, put the weights back and started to walk away.

"Hey," Boo said, "Wipe it down, I don't want to catch nothing."

Chico turned, and wordlessly wiped his sweat off the bench. It was
humiliating, but he said nothing as he crept away.

"Boo man, you ain't even a man yet," Mugsy laughed, his eyes off and running
in two different directions, "You're still a young buck."

Mugsy, Boo, and Mark had assembled as they always did at this time in the
gym. It was easy for their customers to find them, and all three were
practically obsessed with building muscle, each for a different reason.

It was Boo's turn to go first, and Mugsy and Mark chewed the fat while they
waited.

"So tomorrow's mud check should be something else." Mugsy said, "you going?"

"No Teddy said he didn't need me." Mark said, "Why? You're going?" the
thought annoyed him.

"Yeah," he said, "And Boo too." Mugsy felt a bit awkward, and didn't want
his friend to think he was rubbing his nose in it, "But its no big deal or
anything."

"Nice." Mark said, "I don't care though. I don't need to go and watch a
bunch of soon-to-be rape victims anyway."

It was a lie. Mark did care, and that was exactly what he wanted to do. In
the past month, he had already brutalized every punk in the zoo plus a few
that weren't even punks, and was looking forward to the fresh batch. He
resented that Teddy didn't find him important enough to be included in the
selection process.

"Yeah," Mugsy said, "But that new skinhead should be fun to watch."

"Which one?" Mark said,

"You didn't hear?" Mugsy laughed, "They got a homo skinhead coming in."

"Get the fuck out of here." Mark laughed, "No such thing."

"Swear to God," Mugsy said, "The guy is some kind of activist. I hear Taz's
pissed about it too, but got word to treat the guy like family."

"Sick." Mark said, "Well he better stay away from me."

"I don't know man," Mugsy teased, "You are kind of pretty."

Mark found this nowhere close to funny, and stopped himself from referring
to the fact that unlike Mugsy, no guy had ever dominated HIM. But in the
end, he remained quiet. After all, even though Mugsy had been humiliated, as
far as Mark was concerned, they did go back a long way.

The group pretended it hadn't happened, and Mark did as well, but it hung
over every conversation with his friend, and had forever altered how he saw
the cross-eyed fucker.

***

Chico looked for a place to wait until Troy returned, and settled for an old
empty couch which was pushed against the wall around the corner from the
pool table.

No sooner had he sat down, then his cousin Umberto turned the corner. He was
alone, and went to walk past Chico, before stopping for a second.

"Yo where's your man at?" Umberto said meanly, "It ain't safe for a bitch to
be walking around unescorted."

Chico wanted to brawl with him on the spot and punch that smug look right
off his cousin's face, but knew it would do no good. The last thing he
wanted was to anger Taz with another dispute with the Latinos and jeopardize
his relatively comfortable position as Troy's other half.

But he had to say something.

"You got no loyalty man." Chico brooded in a quiet voice

"Me? That's pretty funny coming from you after what you did."

"I didn't do shit, but be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Chico said
with feeling, "But it don't matter now."

"No it don't." Umberto agreed, "Cause you are dead to me. Faggot."

"Man where did the time go?" Chico said, causing Umberto to raise an
eyebrow.

While he wanted to appear contemptuous of his cousin, Umberto actually was
guilty for casting him aside. It was quite possible that Chico had done
nothing more than get himself raped by the skins, but Umberto would never be
sure.

"The time went up your ass like all them skinhead you love." Umberto said,
"That's where the damn time went."

In reality, Troy was the only male Chico had ever been with. The idea that
Umberto and the rest assumed he was servicing the whole group of skins upset
him greatly.

"That ain't even true." Chico said, "I never been wit nobody but Troy. And I
didn't have a choice neither."

"A man always has a choice." Umberto said, desperate to hold on to that idea

"No he don't." Chico said, "I didn't, and thanks to you, I still don't."

"Hey don't blame me," Umberto said, "I'm not the one who disgraced his
family by bending over instead of fighting to the death."

"No you are just the one who made it so I would have to choose between that
and being a punk up at the zoo." Chico said, tears welling up in his eyes,
"Where did that time go? Huh?" he said, choked up, "Remember when we was
kids? How I would hide my shoe so we could stay at your house longer?"

Umberto laughed despite himself, and was amazed to find his own eyes a bit
moist, "Your mom used to get so pissed when you did that. One time she made
you go home with them barefoot!"

"I remember." Chico said, "But look at us now kid."

"Yeah, look at yourself." Umberto said, making himself turn hard, "Cause I
don't recognize you no more."

And with that, Umberto walked away.

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