Author’s note: This chapter is a longish set-up, necessary for the rest of the story I think.
“Bye Mom!” I yelled as I came down the stairs. I was trying to escape the house without getting peppered with questions. No luck. As I rounded the landing I saw Mom at the bottom.
“Kyle, are you going over to Janet’s?” Hope was in her eyes.
“Mom, you know she and I broke up last weekend. I’m just going to a party over in Jacksonville.” I squeezed past her and grabbed my keys. “Don’t wait up.” I was 18 now and so didn’t have a Friday night curfew.
As I walked down the drive to my Civic, I wondered why Mom liked Janet so much. We had been together several months, felt like a year, of excruciating blue-balls as I tried every way I could to get her to put out, even for head. No luck. She was a good girl. Last weekend it had all blown up when I managed to shove my hand down her skirt and feel her sweet cooch. She had slapped me, hard, and walked away crying. I tried to talk to her at school this week, but she acted like I was invisible. Fine, I would fine someone better tonight at the party. I was tired of being a virgin.
As I turned onto highway 187 for the short drive to the next town over, I sped up a bit and cranked up the tunes. This road was straight, smooth, and rarely traveled, perfect for a little speeding and Metallica.
Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Wee-woo!
Red and blue lights flashed in my mirror. Damn! Cops hardly ever scoped this road. I pulled over to side and cut the engine. It was dark, no streetlights, so I stuck my hands out the window, not wanting to provoke anything. The lone officer walked up to the door and shone his flashlight right in my face.
“License and registration please.” I handed the documents over. He read my info out loud, I guess for the record of his bodycam. (I would find out later that it was already off)
“Kyle Sutherland, white male, 5’-9”, 155 pounds. What’s got you going so fast?”
“Sorry, officer. I didn’t see I had drifted up. Totally my mistake.” I hoped some contrition would earn me a warning. No luck.
“Step out of the car please, and around to the front of the vehicle.” His voice was deep with a touch of menace. I figured the best way to hurry this along was to play nice. “Certainly Sir.” I opened the door and stepped out and around to the hood.
“Place your hands on the hood, spread your legs.” I complied.
“You got anything that will hurt me if I pat you down?”
“No Sir.”
“Good.” He proceeded to feel along my body lightly, looking for anything. I knew I had nothing. My keys were in the ignition and my phone in its cradle on the dash. But…
“What’s this?” His hand was in my jacket pocket, and he pulled out a baggy of something green. “Got some 420 for a party tonight I see.” I just looked shocked and sputtered, “No… no Sir. That’s not mine. I don’t touch that stuff! No Sir!” I was genuinely confused, as I honestly had never tried weed or any other drug.
The officer was having none of it. In that same growl he said “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. Hands on your head now!” I continued to plead my innocence as I was handcuffed and placed me in the back of his squad-car. I sat there, almost in tears, while I saw him lock up my car, place an impound sticker across the windshield, and radio someone. As he climbed back in front, he dropped my keys and phone on the side seat, along with the baggy of unknown origin.
“Please Sir, I really don’t know where that came from. You must believe me.”
“Kid, best you shut up now. You’re getting on my nerves.” He placed my things, and the baggy, in an evidence zip-lock and sealed it up. “Now be quiet while we drive to the station and get you processed. I already called the tow in, so don’t worry ‘bout your car.” He pulled the squad-car back onto the road and headed to the station.
We turned several times along various highways and drove much longer than I expected. I was more confused than ever when we pulled up to a big police station I was unfamiliar with. Too big for Jacksonville or my town, Martindale. Probably the county seat of Sparta.
As he pulled me from the car, I asked “Why have we come all the way here instead of the local station?”
“I told you to shut up, boy. This is where drug busts get processed.” I didn’t think that was right but was in no position to argue. He hauled me inside, and soon a new, black officer had me cataloged, photographed, and fingerprinted. I was lead down a hall and through a barred gate, ending in a restroom area.
“Strip!” The black officer commanded. I was shaking with nerves and did as ordered. I folded my clothes neatly on a bench and stood up straight in my boxers.
“Are you fucking stupid, cracker? I said strip!” The menace in his voice scared me nearly to start crying, but I knew that would accomplish nothing. Best to put on a brave face and get through this. I took off the boxers and stood back at attention, dreading what I was expecting next, if cop shows had any truth to them.
“Bend over and spread em. Gotta check you for contraband.” Yep, as expected. I bent over and pulled my ass cheeks apart, and soon felt the officers gloved finger feeling unpleasantly inside me, followed by a flow of water. I tried to squirm away, but he held firm. “Gotta clean you up, flush out any contraband.” After he bloated me with water, he had me shit it out in a toilet.
“Okay, turn around and back at attention.” I stood up and spun around to find we had been joined by the asshole cop who first arrested me. He was grinning evilly.
“So, Kyle, how’r you liking jail so far?” Both officers laughed, but I answered honestly. “Not liking it at all, Sir. I know you don’t believe me, but that weed’s not mine.” They laughed some more.
“Oh, I know that boy. I planted it on you. See, this here weekend is going to be a real educational experience for you. You think you can just force yourself on my daughter and get away with it?”
“Your daughter?”
“Janet, my daughter. I know she and I don’t speak much so you and I never met, but when you did what you did, sexual assault of a minor by the way, I’m the person she came running to.” His growl had gotten meaner since earlier.
“Sexual assault? No Sir, that’s not what happened. We were just making out and my hand strayed a bit.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! She told me everything, how you’ve been pressuring her for months and finally tried to take it without permission. Well guess what, Kyle, you’re going to learn in here what ‘taken without permission’ really feels like.”
I looked to the black officer, pleading through tears. “Sir, he just admitted I’m innocent of the weed. Please let me go.”
“LOL, damn, you really are a stupid cracker. You think I don’t know this whole plan. I got three daughters; that’s why Johnny here asked for my help. We got everything arranged for you to have a fun weekend in here. I’m in charge of the crew, so ain’t no one gonna help you.” He grabbed my arm and started to march me out of the room.
“My clothes, I need my clothes!”
“LOL no, you really don’t. In here, you’re just a slab of meat, and I’m about to feed you to the lions.”
The officers had hustled me down some stairs and along a series of barred hallways until we burst into a large area full of men in inmate jumpsuits. I looked around; they all looked to be black or Hispanic. Officer Johnny whispered in my ear “no whiteys who might want to help you out. You all alone in here.”
The black officer in charged bellowed for everyone’s attention. “Okay, listen up! This here is Kyle. He’s been a bad boy with a cop’s daughter, so I’ve brought him to you all for some free education. His holes are free for use all weekend. BUT, and I mean this, NO injuries. Pain is a wonderful motivator, but I need him evidence-free come Monday morning. T-dog, I’m putting you in charge of the pussyboi. Don’t break him too quickly, we want him to appreciate the next few days.” He was looking directly at a large black dude, 6’-8” and 270 pounds easy, covered in tattoos and a smile on his face that chilled me. He walked up to me, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back so I was staring deep into his eyes.
“I hear ya Boss. I got a daughter too. Some little asshole like this tried to mess with her, he’d be toast. So yeah, we’ll break him slowly for ya. By the time Monday gets here, he’ll be a properly trained cuntboi, begging for big black dick. LOL” He grabbed my hand and put it on the front of his jumpsuit, rubbing himself with my fingers. His dick felt huge, too big to actually be human!
“Feel that, cuntboi? Eventually that’s going all the way deep in both your holes. But not at first. No, we got to work you up to that prize. Ain’t that right fellas?” A cheer from the criminal crowd arose.
The main officer finished his speech. “All of ya, I’ll be watching the cameras, so follow the rules or you’ll be the meat next weekend. Understand?!”
“Yes Sir” they all shouted as I was thrown to the ground. I decided to stand and reason with the inmates.
I didn’t even see the punch that doubled me over, but it didn’t matter. I was one punk kid in a room full of criminals; nothing I could do would stop what was about to happen.
No luck. No luck at all.
