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14.

By the time my meeting with my lawyer was over, so was lunch and my chance for time on the Yard. Despite signing what felt like a thousand papers, I didn't think I accomplished much. My freedom seemed further away than ever.

Two guards walked me back to Dimitri's cell before the afternoon headcount started. I was too absorbed in my angst to consider what Dimitri must be thinking about my sudden disappearance. I was surprised to see him pacing the cell from front to back as I was taken down the walkway. The chorus of taunts alerted the tiger to my approach. I tried to read his expression, but it wasn't one I was familiar with. Relief? Just knowing it wasn't anger was enough for me.

"What the fuck happened?" Dimitri asked before I was at the door.

"Step back," ordered one of the guards.

"Fuck you!" Dimitri roared, but he did back away. I wondered if his curiosity was the only thing keeping him from a violent confrontation with the guards.

The bars slid open. They shoved me in then yanked my arms through the bars to uncuff me.

"What happened?" Dimitri asked again.

"My lawyer showed up," said weakly. I wanted to lead off with a positive, but Dimitri didn't see it that way.

"Oh." He was quiet for a moment. "What did he say?"

"He's optimistic. I'm not. I don't think he can get me out of this."

"Oh?"

Was that a hint of relief again? "If it's alright with you, sir, I'd like to wash my face." Sharpe was kind enough to offer me a bottle of hand sanitizer and a handkerchief, but it wasn't enough to get Herb's cum out of my fur.

"No," he said, blocking my progress. "First you tell me the rest of what happened."

"Blake interrupted me when I was with the panda. He gave me another write up and then I went to see my lawyer."

Dimitri narrowed his eyes. "Do you remember what we talked about when it comes to honesty?" His voice was low, and like a vacuum it sucked in my attention.

"S-sorry, sir. Your pet shouldn't keep anything from you. I, I," I started trembling. The bastard had me trained so that even the possibility of having him mad at me left me in a near state of panic. "I just didn't want to upset you! I was stupid for thinking that. You told me it wasn't my job to worry about you, b-but I just didn't want you to get mad." I was on the verge of tears. Not over disappointing my self-proclaimed owner, but at the thought of all the progress I'd made toward building a tolerable existence with this beast going to waste. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. I felt Dimitri's arm wrap around me.

"You're shaking," he commented.

No shit. "Sorry."

"It's ok. You haven't lied yet, did you? You just left out some details." His hand rubbed along my spine. "Sit next to me," he pulled me onto the bunk with him, letting me hide my face in the crook of his arm while he held me. "Good boy. Relax. I'm not angry with you."

His words soothed me. I'd been holding back a lot and it really felt good to let it out. I felt safe with his arms around me. Those same arms could kill me without effort, but they could also protect me, and I chose to dwell on the later.

"Herb is an asshole," I began after pulling myself together. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"About what?"

"Herb. You knew he was no good, but I went with him anyways."

Dimitri took me by my arms and held me back so he could look me in the eyes. I tried to look away but he commanded me to look at him. "I let you choose if you wanted to go with him. You made the wrong choice, but that happens sometimes. I know I have anger issues, but, how could I get mad over something I let you do?"

I sniffled, feeling like a damn pup next to Dimitri. "It's just, I thought you'd be proud if I just did-"

"Stop," he said firmly. "If I gave you the impression you had to go with that fuck, I'm sorry."

I cocked my head to the side, still clamped firmly in his grip. Sorry? It was almost as alien a thing to associate with him as a look of concern. "I... forgive... you?" I had no idea how to respond.

He laughed and pressed his nose to mine. "Good pet. Now tell the rest of what happened."

I left nothing out, reaching the point right before Blake made his appearance. "I could have taken him if it was a fair fight," I bragged, "but he wouldn't let go of my ear."

Dimitri shook his head. "I never understood why so many of you canines have those big things." He stroked my hair, careful to avoid my injured ear. "He still shouldn't've fought dirty like that."

"I was about to pay him back for that," I admitted bashfully. "I was about to bite his dick."

Dimitri laughed forcefully enough to bounce the bunk we were reclined on. "Tell me you bit it off!"

"I didn't get the chance. Blake walked in on us."

"Fucking Blake," Dimitri growled. My sentiments exactly.

Telling Dimitri what Blake made Herb do to me was the hardest part. The warmth of his body gave me the distraction I need to get through it. In a way, it might have been healthier to get it out where it wouldn't fester like a disease, eating away at me from the inside. That thought didn't make it any easier to confess I did everything I could to get Herb to cum on me.

"That fat fuck is a snitch now?" Dimitri had me go over everything I heard Blake say. He was angry, but it wasn't directed at me.

"That's not a good thing to be, in prison, right?" Obviously, but if Dimitri forced me to let my emotions out, the least I could was return the favor.

"That is a death sentence, my pet."

I sat up, afraid what Dimitri might do.

"Settle down. It won't be me who kills him. I doubt I'll get the chance once word spreads."

"But, but won't it look suspicious? Blake knows I was the only other fur in the room. He even said he could make it look like I was the one to tell him the names!"

Dimitri pulled me closer and sighed after a moment of consideration. "As much as I hate to go this route, I might have to talk to Vince about this." I almost laughed at the thought of those two working together on something.

The cell doors cranked open. I'd been so wrapped up in talking with the tiger I didn't even notice when they took count.

"Hey, should I go over to Jake's cell and wait for the hare? Kalvin, I think Vince's note said."

"Are you up to it?" Dimitri asked.

"I think I'm better now. And I said I would do it."

"You don't have to, you know."

"I know, sir. It would just be easier for everyone." Me specifically. If Vince couldn't make money in Cellblock-H who knows how that would come back to bite me. But if Dimitri insisted on giving me an out one more time, I think I would take it.

"Good boy," he patted my head and accepted my willingness. Dang.

The sounds of the other inmates grew louder as they mingled in the common area where groups watched television, or gambled, or queued for the the phones. I wondered if anywhere in that swirl of activity other furs were going through the ordeals I was facing. Maybe Jake could commiserate, but I'm pretty sure he hated me after what me and Dimitri did to him.

I followed Dimitri out to the walkway. He told me he would be there when the customer showed up. We made our way to Jake's cell and stood outside. Jake was still curled in a ball under a blanket on the lower bunk. The bundle of chicken nuggets was gone, hopefully Jake ate. Dimitri snorted and shook his head, not at all sympathetic to Jake's plight. I looked at the tiger and made a shrugging gesture, asking if I should say anything to the fox. Dimitri shrugged back and walked to the rail.

After looking at the lump of Jake for a moment, I joined Dimitri as he surveyed the common area. my eyes immediately zeroed in on the canine table. Piter was there with his pack as if nothing had changed. I took a step back out of fear. What if I had to go down there again? What if i had to go to a cell right next to Piter's? My head was spinning with what-ifs, and I squeaked out a pathetic, "sir?"

"Don't worry, my pet. I won't let anything happen to you."

I was inclined to believe that. I mean, he was missing TV to be standing here with me. If there was a greater show of devotion he could make, I couldn't think of one. "Thank you, sir." My voice was strained and I was subtly moving to put Dimitri between me and the husky.

Dimitri took pity on me. "Did you want to see how Jake is doing? I see his cellmate down there, if you want to go in there with some privacy and whisper fox-secrets, or whatever it is your kind does when not having sex."

I blinked. Was that Dimitri showing a sense of humor again? "Thank you, sir," I chirped and spun to Jake's door with a wag of my tail.

***

"Jake?" I called from the doorway.

The blanket wrapped lump remained still.

I looked around the cell. Everyone's cell had more personality and homey touches than Dimitri's, I thought jealously. Both Jake and his possum cellmate had photo's of family taped to the wall over the table. A picture a fox couple, two cubs in the male's arm and one in the female's. Judging by the clothes it was taken a while ago. I wondered if Jake was one of the babies, were those his parents? Jeez. I never considered Jake had a life outside of this hell.

Another photo showed a fox, clearly Jake, standing next to a brown furred wolf, both smiling, flashing devil horns and wearing band shirts. I smiled. Was that a boyfriend? On the shelf above, it was littered with commissary items, trinkets and toiletries. A rolled towel provided a divider and I tried to guess which side was Jake's. I settled on the one nearest the door. There were a few books, mostly on philosophy. The other side of the deivid were a few ragged pulp novels and a magazine for reading material.

I called softly to the fox again. Just standing there looking at him and his stuff made me feel kind of creepy. "Jake?"

This time there was movement.

"Hi. Jake... it's Regal."

The edges of the blanked drew tighter. I imagined the sacred fox pulling them in slowly, praying I wouldn't notice his fabric shield hardening.

"Jake. Please don't do that. I swear I'm sorry about what happened to you. I know how important finding stability in this sea of chaos can be. Even the unpleasant stability Piter gave you. I understand what you must be going through..." It hit me that these weren't just empty platitudes, I was being honest. I slowly stepped closer. I didn't want eavesdroppers listening in.

Jake started quivering at the slow, quiet sound of my approach. "Jake, I promise I won't hurt you. Just hear me out?"

I sat on the floor next to the bunk, eye level with what I guessed was his head from muffled whimpering.

"What happened to you was not fair. Nothing in here is fair. It feels like you're drifting in a stormy ocean full of sea monsters. If Piter was even half as hard on you as Dimitri is on me, I know it wasn't easy, but I'd be lost if Dimitri threw me out... So, I really understand what you must be dealing with.

"The only thing I can tell you is that things will be different now. Dimitri really isn't as bad as you think," I looked away from the lump, not sure if I believed that myself. "I mean, look at me. Do you think I could survive being locked in a cell with him if was as bad as they say?"

I sat there in the quiet cell and wondered what Hash would do. I looked up at the pictures taped to wall, searching for inspiration. If only I could get Jake to come out to the Yard tomorrow I was certain that coyote could fix the broken fox. I looked back at the bunk. A sudden jolt of movement as the blanket was pulled down over Jake's peeping eye.

At least he was hearing me. "Vince is pretty cool too, you know. The best part is that you won't have to live in the same cellblock as your boss." I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard a snicker from under the blanket. Maybe I should exit on a high note. "I'll let you rest, and if you want to, or feel up to it, maybe tomorrow you could come out to the Yard and we can hang out and get to know each other." I started to get up.

Jake's voice stopped me. "Thank you for the breakfast."

I didn't want to push my luck. "I would have brought back some lunch, but there was this problem with one of the guards... sorry."

Jake said something too quiet to hear and I slipped out.

Dimitri was watching the wall mounted television below.

"He's doing a little better," I said cheerfully.

Dimitri nodded without taking his eyes off the television.

"Was Kalvin here yet?"

"No."

Damn it, I wanted to talk. Something to keep my mind from dwelling on the unpleasant fact I was a prostitute. "Do you know anything about the hare, sir? Like, is he nice?" I felt stupid asking that but it was the first question I could think of.

"I've seen him around. Don't know him that well."

I waited for him to volunteer more, but he seemed engrossed in a sitcom rerun. I didn't want to risk annoying him so I crossed my arms, sighed and leaned on the railing. I looked at all the furs down there, purposefully avoiding looking at Piter's table. If I knew what time Kalvin would be by, I might have risked asking Dimitri if we could go by the feline's table, Sanders was sitting there, playing checkers with another lion. It looked fun.

I was still squinting, trying to see who was winning when Dimitri straightened and turned towards Kalvin. The hare's ears were almost black from the tattoos that adorned them. I found it an aesthetically unpleasing contrast with his dark grey fur, but he probably got them to look more intimidating, which worked. He was of average build, but his ears made him look taller. Dimitri might not have known much about him, but Kalvin had clearly heard stories about the tiger, judging by his cautious approach.

He stopped in front of us and nodded to Dimitri. "I'm here for Jake," he announced in a twangy accent.

"Jake's not feeling well," Dimitri said.

"Aw, well, that ain't good," Kalvin leaned a little, attempting to get a look into Jake's cell.

"If you don't want to go through getting a refund from Vince, Regal here says he's willing to fill in."

Hearing Dimitri use my name was a rare occurrence and rather surprising. My tail swished once before I was able consciously keep it still.

Kalvin looked me over, tapping his large front teeth in thought. "Well, I don't know. Jake knew what I liked. Regal alright with bondage?"

The way he spoke made it hard to know if he was asking me or Dimitri, but I think I spoke for both of us when I blurted out, "what?"

"Nuthin' too hard. I take it, you'd not be experienced in that arena." My surprised expression must have been obvious. "Maybe it's best if I wait for Jake to get better... 'Less maybe you wanna consider a discount," he arched his brow at Dimitri.

"Do I look like I fucking sell used cars? You bargain with Vince. I'm the one that hurts assholes that don't pay," Dimitri didn't sound angry yet, he was just letting Kalvin know how he operated. Dimitri looked at me. "Your call."

After a long um, I asked Kalvin, "is it going to hurt?"

"Only a little. But it's the good hurt." My trepidation was obvious. "I play safe. You can use a safeword," he said.

I was vaguely familiar with that term. I did have the internet after all. "That means if I say the word, you have to stop?" I had to make sure we were on the same page.

"Yep."

Dimitri and Kalvin were both looking at me, waiting for my decision. "I guess I'll try." I looked at Dimitri, "that sounds safe, right?"

Dimitri shrugged and said to Kalvin, "alright. But if my pet tells me you didn't stop when he told you to-"

"Got ya, boss. I listen very well," he flicked his large ear and smiled. "We'll be right over there, if you want to watch."

I blushed at Dimitri calling me his pet in front of another fur again, if he agreed to watch me work, that might be too much.

"No. But I will be timing you. You paid for an hour, no more."

Having reached an accord, Kalvin put his arm around my shoulder and we left for his cell.

***

It was a short walk. Kalvin had the cell right at the top of the stairs. I could still feel Dimitri's eyes on me as we entered.

Kalvin's cell was plastered in posters and torn pages from various magazines. His cellmate was still there. A panther lying on the top bunk reading a book. When we entered, he propped himself up on his arm and spoke to Kalvin.

"That's not Jake."

"Yep. Jake's 'not feeling well,'" he said with more than a dash of suspicions. "This here's Regal," he tuned to me, "that's Styen. He was jus' leaving."

"Fine fine fine. Don't leave a mess like last time," Styen said as he hopped off the bunk. "Blood and fur everywhere."

"He's kidding," Kalvin insisted.

As the panther made his way down the stairs I could still hear him mutter, "took me weeks to get the smell of death out of there."

I looked, wide eyed, at Kalvin.

He laughed. "He's kidding. I swear. Ask Jake if you don't believe me. Hell, he finds it kinda relaxing."

I doubted that. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Pick a safeword," he said and lifted the mattress on his bunk. "Something you wouldn't normally yell during sex works best."

I thought. "Receipt?"

Klavin turned around holding braided ropes fashioned from shredded sheets. My heart skipped at how much they looked like what Jake was tied with the night Dimitri...

"That's good," Kalvin cut into my thoughts. He hung a sheet on the bars and told me to stand in front of them after stripping. As he lifted my arm and began wrapping a rope around it I looked into sheet. It had a low thread count.

"Um. C-can't they see me if I'm right against the sheet?"

"Only a silhouette. If that even." He pulled tight a knot, then tugged my arm to make sure I was secured before lifting my other arm.

"Aren't you worried about guards?" It was a long shot, but I was starting to get cold feet and began searching for a way to call this off.

Kalvin chuckled. "They don't care. The most that ever happened was one time a guard wanted in on the fun," he was quiet for a moment, reminiscing. "That was a fun time."

I was standing there, breathing in the faint smell of fabric softener through the sheet, my arms tied to make me into a "Y."

"Hmm," Kalvin hummed approvingly. "You are cute. It'd be nicer if you had some meat on your bones, though."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Kalvin knelt behind me, grabbed my ankle and gently started spreading my legs.

"H-how exactly does Jake find this relaxing?" I asked as he started tying my legs open.

Kalvin found that amusing. "Heh. I think it's the giving up of control for him. A break from having to worry about anything other than what's right in front of you."

"I've had no control over anything since I got here. I do not find that relaxing."

"That's cuz you're dwelling on it. Just be in the moment." I was now an "X," my face pressed into a sheet and my back exposed to the hare. I felt the hare brush his hand up the inside of my thigh. My muscles tensed, struggling to close my legs against the bonds. "Perfect." He stood and put his head next to mine. "What's your safeword?"

"Receipt?"

"That's right. If I'm going too far, I want you to say so."

"Ok," I said doubtfully. But did start mentally repeating the word, ready to shout it at any moment.

I heard him walk to the back of the cell. Then the sound of the sink running. I turned my head around as far as I could. "What are you doing?"

Kalvin ignored my question and asked one of his own. "I noticed Dimitri called you Pet. Would you like me to call you that, or should we stick with your name?"

"R-Regal. If that's alright." My heart was racing. Suddenly I was feeling incredibly foolish. I just let the hare tie me up. I have no idea why he's in prison. This could be bad. He was wringing out a towel, twisting it.

"Eye's forward, Regal."

Oh God. "Wait! I don't know about this." I was breathing hard, out of all the things I could imagine he was about to do with the towel, none of them were good.

"Give it a chance. I promise no blood, no permanent damage. This won't work without some trust."

I kept my eyes on him, not daring to blink. "I- I really don't want to get hurt."

"Did you want to leave?" Kalvin asked.

My mind raced with what could happen if I left and what could happen if I stay. Kalvin patiently stood there while I ate away at his hour. It eventually came down to my damn insistence on not fucking up the status quo. And I was almost certain that if I started screaming at the top of my lungs Dimitri would be there in seconds.

"I'll stay."

"Awesome! You'll love this," he came over to me, caressing my back and flooding me with encouragement. "Open your mind, and ride the sensation. We'll start slow," he backed away. "Deep breaths, Regal. The sting will fade quickly."

"Wha-Fuck!" The snap of the wet towel echoed in my head, soon replaced by the searing pain from the contact point on my buttcheek.

"Breath deep," Kalvin instructed.

I sucked in air through gritted teeth. The pain did ebb fast like he promised. I spasmed as a heat replaced the sting. "Holy..."

"You good?"

I groaned, "yeah."

Kalvin was right behind, startling me with a grope. "Yep. Damn, I've got great aim." Further back again, "empty your mind, Regal. Embrace the sensations. Four more."

Before I could come up with a quip about what he could embrace, that improvised whip cracked again. It caught me below the first rising welt, sending the wave of stinging pain radiating from my upper thigh. I yelped, praying for that pain to hurry up and change to the burning heat that was so much more tolerable. Kalvin didn't wait for that. Another snap and in the time it took my frayed nerves to tell my traitorous brain, my other cheek was exploding in agonising electric stabs. My yelp caught in my throat. The next strike was met with a high pitched whimper I barely recognized as coming from my throat.

"Four," Kalvin announced with the last cracking blow. "See. Good hurt, right?"

I was hanging from the rope tied to my wrists. I was losing feeling in my hands, but that was the least of my concerns. Kalvin's hands were on me again, traveling down my back while his lips pressed to my ear.

"So fucking responsive."

I found my voice as his hands gripped my ass. "Ow! Fuck! Don't squeeze!"

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" he asked me in a harsh whisper.

Pull out out my finger nails? "W-what?"

"Fuck your sore ass."

I shook my head and pulled at the bonds. "Nope! Receipt! Please stop!"

"Ok." He pulled a loose line in the complex knot and my arm was suddenly free. Kalvin caught me as gravity took hold. "It's ok, I've got you." He held me steady until I got my balance, then tugged the other knots to untie me. I staggered back, again Kalvin caught me. "Lay down. I'll get something cool on that."

I gratefully collapsed on his bunk while Kalvin fluffed the instrument of torture into one of comfort, running cold water over it. I sighed. Considering what I was expecting, I counted myself lucky.

"You did real well for your first time," the hare beamed down at me before sitting. The sensation of the wet towel blanketing my ass made me jump. "I remember Jake's first time."

I looked over my shoulder at the hare.

"Not very talkative, but when I gave him his first whipping, he completely flipped out!"

I felt bad, but Kalvin's laughter was contagious.

"He wouldn't stop screaming. Even after I untied him. Then the guard started yelling, Piter started yelling, fuckin' everyone was yelling at everyone else to shut up. Damn near had a riot squad called!"

"And you say he likes it now?" I asked after we stopped laughing.

"Yeah. It's like meditation for him now. I've got a big family, they keep my account pretty good, so I can afford to make it like a monthly thing with us. A little more money than the vanilla stuff, 'cuz it sometimes means he can work for a day afterwards, but it's all good." Kalvin smiled.

I felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"I kinda fucked up your plans."

Kalvin patted my ass, which hurt less than I expected after keeping the cool towel on for a while. "Don't worry 'bout it. Jake's under new management from what I hear. I can try again in a couple of weeks when things are settled."

He was taking this better than I expected, too. "My mouth doesn't hurt," I hinted.

Kalvin raised an eyebrow.

***

By the time I left, my jaw was hurting. My wrists were a little tender too. Kalvin and I agreed that he could bind my arms before I knelt and gave him head. He really seemed to enjoy that, lessening my guilt over not being as experienced as Jake.

I walked up to Dimitri. He was where I'd left him, absorbed in another show. A reality show by the looks of it.

"Hi, sir."

"Done?"

"Yes, sir."

He tore his eyes away from the wall mounted television and looked at me. "How was it?"

How was it, I asked myself. "Not as bad as I thought it'd be. But not something I found fun." Dimitri stared at me and I knew he wanted details. I wished we weren't out on the walkway where anyone could listen in. "He, uh, tied me up to the bars and whipped me a few times. Then he tied up my arms and I sucked him off." I could almost make it through telling him without blushing. Was that progress or something more depressing?

Dimitri turned and walked back to our cell without another word. I followed close behind, replaying what I said to check for anything that might have annoyed him. I was still wondering when Dimitri stopped in front of my corner. I cautiously slid between him and the wall, two unyielding masses with just enough room for me to kneel on my pillow. I looked up at the towering tiger for any clues as to what he expected. Aside from a half smirk, I was left to improvise.

"Sir?" I asked while undoing his pants.

He nodded slightly, but by his stiffening cock I could already tell I was on the right path. After getting his pants down I put my hands on his hips, leaning in to peck little kisses on the veiny shaft. It wasn't unusual for him to have me pleasure him on the spur of the moment, but he was usually less enigmatic about what he wanted me to do.

His hands came down on my wrists, slowly pulling them over my head, pinning them to the cold wall. I knew what he was doing now. I brough my head forward, only able to take in half his cock as he teasingly pulled back.

"My pet doesn't like being constrained?" He looked down at me.

I looked up, making a half hearted attempt to free my hands from his. "I like when you do it, sir," I smiled.

"Good boy. Here's your bone." He bucked his hips, I tossed my mouth onto it like a hero in a bad war movie jumping on a grenade. My throat was already loosened from my time with Kalvin, but Dimitri was so much bigger, and I forgot how raw my throat was. I started coughing but with no room in my mouth it turned to choking.

Dimitri was relentless, keeping my arms pinned to the wall, fucking my face without ever completely pulling out. I blocked out any thought of panicking, knowing it would do no good, and willed my throat to stop resisting, overriding my bodies natural urges. My eyes closed, all my senses devoted to Dimitri's thrusting cock; when to suck, when to steal a breath, when I could reposition my tongue.

It hit me then, that this was what Kalvin was talking about when he was saying something about living in the moment. Then even that revelation took a backseat when the thrusting turned to pulsating jabs, turned to throbbing, and finally, the climactic explosion filling me with a burning heat. This heat radiated from within, starting with the seed draining down my throat, rather than the sharp stings of a lashing whip.

Maybe Kalvin did know what he was talking about... Not that I would entertain any thoughts of volunteering to take Jake's place with him ever again.