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Part 3: Playing the Game

Sneak Peek

“So why do they call you Checkers?” Sylva asked. The two were sitting at a table in the rec center. It was the most casual place in the prison as far as anyone was concerned, and was clearly Magnus territory. A couple of board games were stacked on a shallow shelf, a few tables and stools, and an old beat up couch with a little TV that showed local channels.

“It’s not that exciting really,” the Leopard sighed. “I’m good at board games.”

“Really?” Sylva furrowed a brow. “I thought it was because of your spots or something.”

“To be fair, I think that’s why the name stuck,” Checkers admitted, his face void of any emotion, but his voice made up for it. He never learned to animate his face, but his voice showed everything that needed to be seen.

“At least you don’t have some degrading name, I’d kill for something like that,” Sylva crossed his arms and bounced his heel. “I hate the name Cheeks.”

“If you hate it, then don’t let people know you don’t like it,” Checkers reached out a hand to take Sylva’s, but gripped nothing but air. He set it down on the table and exhaled. “If they sense any weakness, they’re going to take advantage of it regardless of who’s protecting you. So, my advice is to own the name and hope someone gives you a new one.”

Sylva made a point of not taking Checkers hand and sitting back in his chair.

“Yeah, whatever,” Sylva didn’t like it, but Checkers was right, and he was the closest thing he had to a friend here. He would have to just trust him for now.

“Why don’t we settle down with a game? Maybe relax and relieve some stress.” Checkers offered.

“I am relaxed,” Sylva crossed his arms harder against his chest and refused to look Checkers in the eyes. Not that eye contact ever really mattered to the leopard.

“I’m blind, not numb,” Checkers had a sly slant to his voice though his expression stayed blank. “I can feel you tapping your heel from across the table. I can hear you gripping at your scrubs. I bet you’ve got a little pouty face too.”

Sylva froze, his jaw hanging open before he huffed.

“Fuck you,” he muttered.

“Come on now Emmanuel. You got to be better at hiding your emotions. I can read you like a book and I’m blind. I’m not saying this to make you mad, but to tell you what you need to survive. So, take a deep breath, and how about we play a game.”

Checkers gestured a hand up, Whispers, who was sitting on a stool next to them, noticed and stood. The hulking great white put his hand in Checkers and awaited orders.

“Why don’t you bring us the checkers board,” the leopard instructed. Whispers gripped his hand twice to let him know he was on it and swaggered off.

“I don’t want to play,” Sylva huffed, bouncing his heel again, this time deliberately.

“Well I do want to play,” Checkers responded. “How about that, mister pouty pants? Is that better than cheeks?”

“I don’t have to sit here and take this,” Sylva was about to stand when he felt a powerful hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Whispers. The great white leaned down and whispered in Sylva’s ear.

“Stay here. It’s safe,” He then gently placed a board game box on the table and got to work setting it up.

Sylva took a moment to assess what Whispers said. Was he really in that much danger? Somehow those words cut him straight to his core. He didn’t want to upset his protection, and he certainly didn’t want to be without it. He slumped back into his chair.

“Fine, I’ll play,” Sylva conceded.

“I had a feeling you would,” Checkers voice didn’t sound cocky, just knowing. “Not much else to do to pass the time. The library is off limits for now until we get some clearance from Lawrence, so nothing to do but play games and listen to the local news.”

Sylva looked back at the leopard and sank deeper into his chair. Whispers was setting up the game board, the pieces a little mismatched as though several checkers sets were pooled together to make one working one. It didn’t take long before Sylva had the red on his side and the blacks on the leopard’s side.

“Red goes first,” Checkers said. “Or do you need a refresher on the rules.”

“I know how to play checkers,” Sylva sat up and looked at the board and quickly smacked one of the red tokens forward. Whispers leaned into Checker’s ear and told him what move was made. The leopard blinked a few times before making his move. The two went back and forth like this for a while, their tokens safe and protected, but Sylva saw something: an opening to take one of the leopard’s pieces. He moved forward, expecting Checkers to protect it, but he didn’t. He made a different move. Sylva hopped over the one piece and took it.

“So I drew first blood, huh?” Sylva smirked, enjoying the game more than he’d like to admit.

“So it seems,” Checkers then hopped the piece Sylva used to take his piece, and hopped another, putting him in the lead. “Though, you’ll have to pay more attention to the rest of the board.” Checkers smiled as he held the two red tokens between his fingers, showing them off before rolling them between his knuckles and letting them fall to the table with a ceremonious clatter.

Sylva frowned, but took the piece that Checkers just used, evening the score again. The game returned to its stalemate. Both of them protecting their chips as best they could until Sylva saw another opening. This time he could take it and still have time to protect his pieces. Sylva took it and quickly guarded his piece on the next turn.

Sylva started to do a little two step, taking Checker’s pieces one at a time and doing shallow trades that still kept him ahead.

“King me,” Sylva smiled. Checkers simply put a token on top of the other and moved one of his pieces.

Sylva kept up his offence and Checkers was quickly losing.

“You only got two pieces left Checkers, I smoked you easy.” Sylva bragged.

“Uh hu, have you noticed yet?”

“Noticed what?” Sylva looked at the board. No matter what way he swung it, it didn’t matter. He was going to win. “You ain’t got any moves left.”

“It’s not my moves that have changed. It’s something about yours,” Checkers smirked, the smile crooked and practiced, but still genuine. He moved his piece and Sylva paid close attention to his movement as he took that token. He then looked up at Whispers, expecting him to tell Checkers his move…but he didn’t.

“Wait…”

“He hasn’t been telling me your moves for over half the game,” Checkers moved his token over into the only path he had left, leaving him open for the loss.

“Wait…” Sylva had to think for a moment. “If you didn’t see…then this isn’t a fair game. Did you think you could beat me blindfolded or somethin’?”

“Yes, but that’s not the lesson I wanted to teach you,” Checkers crossed his arms and put one leg over the other. “I knew where your pieces were the whole time because I anticipated every one of your moves.”

“Bullshit, you just lost,” Sylva went to move his token to finish the game, but Checkers clicked his tongue.

“My goal wasn’t to win,” Checkers smiled. “My goal was to lose.”

“What…” Sylva put the token back down in the same spot, keeping the game in play. “Why?”

“There ya go! Now you’re asking the right questions,” Checkers cracked his knuckles and continued his explanation. “Checkers is so much easier to win at then lose. Because of the nature of its forward motion, your opponent is forced to take your pieces if you leave them no other option. Checkers is one of the few games that you can devise a strategy to loose and force your opponent to take it.”

“So what’s your point?” Sylva narrowed his eyes.

“My point is that we both win this way,” Checkers said it like a big reveal.

“No, I win if you lose,” Sylva shot back.

“And that’s exactly what I wanted you to think,” Checkers smiled, his milky eyes having a shallow gleam to them.

“Then…then why did you tell me?” Sylva’s head was starting to hurt. “If you wanted to win your stupid game, you shouldn’t have told me.”

“Exactly,” Checkers chuckled. “That last token seems pretty difficult to take now, huh?”

Sylva looked down at the table, his eyes going wide as he realized he didn’t want to take the last piece because it would mean that Checkers would win his stupid little game.

“But I didn’t know the rules,” Sylva shot back.

“You never asked,” Checkers chuckled. “I revealed the rules to you because I wanted you to see what you were fighting for. You weren’t fighting to win, you were fighting to make sure one of us lost.”

Sylva felt a lightbulb go off in his head and then shatter. It was true. His victory meant nothing if he didn’t have a loser in the game. How did he get so invested in such a stupid game.

“What’s your fucking point?” Sylva growled.

“My point? My point is that we both get to win and you’re throwing that away because you realized I can’t lose? I took a game with a definitive loser and changed the rules on my end to ensure we both would win. You were aggressive and ruthless just like I thought you would be, and I let you take everything you wanted. The only reason you stopped is because you realized it’s what I wanted you to do.”

“So what-” Sylva was going to say more, but Checkers cut him off.

“Everyone here is trying to make everyone else lose a game with one winner,” Checkers continued. “People like us don’t have the luxury of being able to bully people into doing what we want. We can’t change the rules of a game that is owned by someone else, but we can change the way we play.

“If you know the kind of game your opponent is playing, nothing says you can’t change the rules for yourself. The win conditions of a game are set in the rules, but you are the one playing, and you can play however you like. I’m not trying to make a fool of you, Emmanuel. I’m just showing you that if you’re going to lose, you can change the rules of the game so that you win.”

“But you still lose the game,” Sylva shook his head.

“As far as your opponent would know,” Checkers smirked and crossed his arms, his tail flicking back and forth in amusement. “You just don’t need to tell them and they’ll still think that you lost. Sometimes they just need to think they broke you, to feel big and powerful. But behind it all, you’re the one in control.”

Sylva felt a cold shiver run up his spine. The way Checkers said “control” shot fear through him. Checkers was scary in his own dark way. Sylva was finally starting to see how the leopard could have ended up in a place like this. Those blind eyes weren’t a hindrance to the leopard, but an asset. He had a poker face no one could read unless he wanted you to. The typical mannerisms we pick up on were never forced upon him. There is no telling what was going on behind the leopard’s eyes because they weren’t a window, but a blank canvas he manipulated in order for you to see what you wanted to see.

“So, shall we play again?” Checkers voice was back to normal. “Or we can play cribbage, or the chess board might be free. Otherwise Trouble and Sorry are a good one too. The more things are left to chance the better your odds of winning.”

Sylva was still floored by what Checkers had told him.

If you don’t want to lose, change the rules, Sylva thought. That’s basically what the dink was saying, right?

“Uhg, just pick one,” Sylva threw his hands up. His brain was on fire from thinking too much. He wasn’t a mastermind or some dumb shit, but thinking wasn’t his thing. “I don’t care what we play as long as we play it right.”

“Sounds good to me,” Checkers lifted his hand and Whispers came over and gripped it. “Bring us Sorry, that’ll be a fair game.”

“So what you going to teach me with this game?” Sylva rolled his eyes, the expression wasted on Checkers, but his voice held enough of that eye roll’s sass that the leopard caught on pretty quick.

“It’s a game of chance, not much I can do.” Checkers admitted while Whispers swept up the checkers, the game left unfinished. “So, if you wanted a lesson for this game, if you’re faced with someone who can clearly beat you, make sure you choose a game that’ll even the odds.”

Sylva didn’t feel like he was in a prison rec room. He felt like he was sitting across some mental kung-fu master in a dojo. A dojo illuminated by fluorescent lighting, but a dojo none the less.

“Also,” Checkers continued. “A simple ‘sorry daddy’ goes a long way in these cells.”

“Are…are they really into that kind of thing?” Sylva blushed.

“They like being desired,” Checkers didn’t shrug, but his voice held that kind of inflection. “If I had a nickel for every man who wanted me to call him daddy in this joint I could buy the damned place.”

“So…Magnus sells you out too?” Sylva brushed his arms. “Does…does it get any easier?”

“No,” Checkers answered bluntly. “But I’ve learned to change the game.”

“Changed the game?” Sylva let the words sink in. “What do you mean?”

“How do you think I got Magnus to assign Whispers as your first client?”

“That was you?” Sylva’s eyes went wide.

“Well, if you ask him he’ll say it was his idea. He values you a lot. You have a lot more power here than you think you do Cheeks. Magnus is a powerful playing piece. He just demands obedience.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Sylva was genuinely curious. “I could just tell him and he’d make you pay for it.”

“True,” Checkers put his hands in his lap. “But he told me to train you. He likes his bitches, and he might like them to play dumb, but he wants you to challenge him in ways that’ll make him want you more. He loves the mind games. If you really want to play Magnus’ game and have a chance, you better figure out how to navigate as a pawn in his hand. He’ll get you to the other edge of the board and make you a fine queen.”

“What does that even mean?” Sylva furrowed his brow, but Whispers came back with the game and started setting up the pieces.

“If you play Magnus’ game, and you play it the right way, you’ll move from being a momentary commodity, to an invaluable asset.”

“Wait…I thought I was protected.”

“Only while you are still useful to him,” Checkers wasn’t pulling any punches. “You’re here for seven years. Would you put up with an unruly asset all that time? Eventually your usefulness will run its course and the novelty of a pussy boy will wear off.”

“Don’t try and fuck with me now,” Sylva shot back. “I don’t need this.”

“No, you do,” Checkers responded. “You need to think in the long term and start working on making yourself more valuable than just your holes.”

“Well what the fuck do you do for him besides being a hole?” Sylva was sniping back, but Checkers smiled.

“Good question,” Checkers chuckled. “I’ll keep that to myself for now.”

“Yo, Checkers the Cheetah!” Someone shouted from behind Sylva. The possum swiveled on his chair to see the massive Rhino from Magnus’ breakfast table.

“Speaking of other’s usefulness,” Checkers smiled. “Yes Diesel? Got today’s package?”

“Yeah, right here, sweet cheeks,” the rhino named Diesel said as he pulled something from his scrubs and tossed it onto the table.

“Fruit by the Foot?” Sylva cocked a brow as he saw the metallic wrapper and the swirling, goofy lettering of the fruit-snack. “What, do you eat the candy he doesn’t want?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Diesel chuckled.

“Tell me what?” Sylva looked to the rhino and the leopard.

“Diesel, it’s best to not reveal everything to the newbie so quickly,” Checkers hand went forward, his fingers brushing against the foil of the snack before adjusting and pulling it into his pants for safe keeping.

“Boss doesn’t know if he’s going to keep him around?” Diesel smirked. “That can’t be right. A sweet piece of ass like that? When do I get my go at Cheek’s cheeks?”

“Now if you want,” Checkers shrugged. “It’s not my place to say when you’re paid up.”

“Why are you talking about me like I’m not here?” Sylva frowned.

“Quiet kid, the adults are talkin’,” Diesel dismissed Sylva’s concerns. “So I’m good to call my chip now?”

“I was in the middle of coaching, but as long as you don’t break anything, he should be good to go.”

“Shit, I can’t wait,” Diesel smirked and pulled Sylva’s chair back, forcing him to yip a little. “Come to daddy, baby girl.” Diesel smirked.

Sylva looked up, the rhino was a stacked man, his body thick and powerful. A muscle gut crowned by powerful pecs that caused the hem of his scrubs to ride up and expose a little of that powerful belly. His arms were thick and powerful, covered in black hair. His chest hair so thick it was coming up around the hem of his scrubs. The big guy had really thick fingers and his horns were sharpened and polished. His hair was buzzed and it must have been a few days since his last shave as his stubble was coming in. He was a lot like Magnus in stature, but the bruit was shorter and more widely proportioned than tall. A thick man, a total dad bod if there ever was one. Well, a dad bod of a guy who had no other option but to work out and eat.

Sylva looked over at his newest client, his heart racing as he looked back at Checkers. It was subtle, but Whispers squeezed his hand to alert him that Sylva was looking.

“Sorry we can’t finish our game, but just remember what I taught you and you’ll be fine. Oh, and Diesel? Be gentle.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah,” Diesel nodded, his voice deep and gruff. “I ain’t here to break the kid. I’m not going to get my ass chewed out by the boss because I want to bust my nut.”

“Good, Magnus already broke him in, and he’s still recovering. Be nice.”

“Why so protective? You jealous?”

“I get my dick wet plenty,” Checkers responded.

“I wasn’t saying you were jealous of me. You jealous of Cheeks cuz he gets your favorite client.”

“Oh daddy,” Checkers leaned in, his elbows on the table as he rested his head on his folded hands. “You only think you’re my favorite because I want you to think that.”

“Sure,” Diesel smirked. “Hope the fresh meat squeals as much as you do when I make his legs quiver.”

“Have fun big daddy,” Checkers said through pursed lips. “You come back to your regular watering hole when you’re ready for a more experienced hand.”

“You know I ain’t coming around because of your hands,” Diesel smirked before turning to Sylva. “Come on kid. I don’t bite.”

“Um…sure…,” Sylva’s cheeks burned red as he stood up. Diesel gripped Sylva’s ass and the possum gave a little yip of surprise and pain.

“Damn, it’s a shame your blind Checkers,” Diesel chuckled. “The kid has an ass that’s made to be admired. Come along Cheeks, let me show you were the closest safe room is.”

“Safe room?” Sylva followed close, his tail wrapping around his waist. He looked back at Whispers who gave him a reassuring nod as he was guided just outside the rec room.

“Yeah, Boss has safe rooms all around the compound. Places that are safe cuz the guards who protect them are paid off, or so deep in our turf that some dipshit trying to get to it would be beaten to a bloody pulp and thrown in solitary if they were dumb enough to try.”

Diesel nodded to the guard, a short Dalmatian in uniform. He opened the door and ushered them in quickly. It was a simple supply room that locked from the outside. Iron shelves created several rows in the room for supplies. Mostly cleaning products and other odds and ends. There was even a washer and dryer in the corner next to a slop sink.

“So, how much did Checkers tell ya?” Diesel murred, his powerful hands pulling Sylva close. The possum was pressed against that powerful gut, a keg of power with a healthy layer of fat. Diesel pulled him close and leaned against the door, looking down at him with his warm brown eyes.

“A-About what?” Sylva asked, his ears folding back as he fought against the fear that was welling up inside him.

“Not much apparently,” Diesel’s thick, calloused fingers brushed Sylva’s black hair to the side. It was a tender gesture, but Sylva’s skin crawled. This guy had to be twice his age. Some of the stubble on his chin was already turning silver.

“Well…what do you want…” Sylva’s eyes darted to meet Diesel’s and to the side, trying really hard to maintain eye contact, but his fear kept him from doing so.

“Come on now, Cheeks,” Diesel rumbled. “I ain’t gunna hurt you. I’m supposed to keep the pain to a minimum.”

“Could…could you please not call me that…” Sylva blushed, looking down and to the side. He felt a powerful hand come to his chin and gently guide him to lock his eyes with the rhino’s. Those eyes…they were the eyes of a beast that could kill. Deep and powerful. Sylva swore he could smell blood on that hand. But, as gruff as that face was, as hard and steely, it exuded a warmth.

“Well, how about I call you something else? How about I call you my little girl,” he smirked, the smile warm and dirty at the same time. How could he embody such a dominant and inviting position at the same time.

“I…I don’t know…” Sylva kept his eyes locked with Diesel’s, unable to look away, fearing he might set off the beast inside.

“Oh, I felt the way you shuddered there. You like being called a girl, huh? Is that it? You like being a good girl for your big daddy?”

“N-No…” Sylva protested and tried to look away, but was gently corrected by that gruff hand, those thick meaty fingers a gentle reminder that this man could get rough if he wanted.

“No, you love that shit, don’t you?” Diesel smirked. “I know you’re still green, so I’ll be gentle as I can be.” He brushed the back of his hand against Sylva’s cheek, his gruff knuckles a stark contrast to Sylva’s silky fur.

Sylva felt fear boiling inside him, roiling and getting ready to take him over. He was trapped in a room with this man. He was stuck with no way out. He was going to be fucked again, raped, used and abused. He didn’t trust that Diesel would be gentle, not forever. There was no way to avoid it, he lost his chance to avoid anything when the judge sentenced him to this hellhole.

So change the game…