Jail Cell Love Affair - 4. The Verdict, Sentence, and Off to Rosharon

The deliberations continued during lunch. Once they finally decided on which way to go, Bully filled out the verdict form, and had everybody initial it. He didn't think that point was necessary, but thought it was a good idea. He told the bailiff they reached a verdict. Now there was just one more waiting period for the lawyers to come back. Twenty minutes later, the jury returned to the courtroom.

"It looks like everybody is back. Mr. Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?"

"We have, your honor."

"Please hand it to the bailiff."

Bully hands it to the bailiff, who hands it to the judge. The judge reviews it for a moment, signs it, then hands it back to the bailiff, who in turn, hands it back to Bully.

"Will the defendant please rise?"

Fred and his lawyer stand.

"The jury has reached its verdict. I have reviewed their decision and find it acceptable. Mr. Foreman, on the charge of murder in the first-degree, how do you find the defendant?"

"Not guilty, your honor."

Fred felt a huge weight come off his shoulders, a small smile momentarily forming on his face. He nodded to Mark Watson.

"On the charge of murder in the second-degree, how do you find the defendant?"

"Not guilty, your honor."

Fred's smile grew a little larger.

"On the charge of manslaughter in the first-degree, how do you find the defendant?"

"We find the defendant guilty, your honor."

Fred's smile disappeared, he trembled, and fell back into his chair.

"Mr. Watson, please help your client to his feet again."

"Mr. Foreman, I see you noted a specific request on the verdict form, please share that with the court."

"Yes, your honor. We request the court sentence the defendant to the maximum time allowable by the law."

"Your reasoning?"

"Some of the members of the jury felt murder-one was appropriate, while others remained steadfast in their opinion of manslaughter. Our compromise was manslaughter with a request for the maximum sentence."

"Thank you, Mr. Foreman. The court thanks you for your service..."

"A moment, your honor?"

"Yes, Mr. Watson?"

"Could we have the jury polled as to their opinion on the level of guilt?"

"That is highly unusual. I could poll them to ensure that the decision was unanimous, but to segregate them between the two factions. No, I don't believe I will do that. Would you like the jury polled as to their guilty vs. not-guilty opinions?"

"No, your honor. Thank you."

"The jury is free to leave."

As the jury filed out of the jury box, Fred watched them in disbelief.

"The court will recess for thirty minutes while I consider sentencing."

"How could they do that, Mark? There was definitely reasonable doubt in my mind."

"Apparently none of them felt the same way. Some number of them apparently wanted murder-one. I'll begin looking for points to appeal."

The bailiff was waiting to remove Fred to the holding cell and took him away at that point. As Watson was leaving the court, Bully stepped up to him.

"Did the judge say when sentencing would be?"

"Yes. Thirty minutes."

"Thanks. By the way, eight of us wanted to fry his ass."

Bully turned away with a smile on his face. Thirty minutes later he returned to the gallery. He was the only juror to do so. Before the judge called them to order, Mark informed Fred that the foreman told him the split was eight to four in favor of murder-one.

"I see we're all here. This won't take long. Will the defendant please rise?"

Fred and Mark stood.

"Frederick John Jamers, you have been found guilty of manslaughter in the first-degree by a jury of your peers. Is there anything you'd like to say before sentence is imposed?"

"I only wish to reiterate my innocence and believe this has been a huge miscarriage of justice."

"Thank you. Frederick John Jamers, you are hereby sentenced to no less than five years and no more than ten years at the state penitentiary at Rosharon. Bailiff, please take the defendant into custody for the purpose of his transfer. We are adjourned."

As he was being led away, Watson told him, "I'll see you in about a week, Fred. As soon as I lay the groundwork for your appeal."

Dejectedly, Fred nodded, but asked Mark to bring a copy of the trial transcript. He saw Bully in the gallery behind his lawyer, smiling. Bully drew a finger across his throat, further depressing Fred. Nobody else saw it.

With an hour drive to Rosharon from Galveston County Jail, it was too late in the day to begin that trip, and still process any new inmates. Fred spent one last night in Galveston.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Fred and three other prisoners were cuffed, shackled, and joined together by chains to be led to the prison bus. Before getting on the bus, the driver provided some instructions.

"You will not speak among yourselves and only speak to the guards if you are spoken to first. If toilet facilities are required, you will raise your hand and wait to be recognized. Does everybody understand?"

They all answered that they did. Their connecting chains were removed, their shackles were secured to the floor of the bus, and their journey began. Fred tried his hardest to keep from crying. He lasted twelve minutes. He was the only convict that cried. A fact that did not go unnoticed by his fellow convicts.

Rosharon Prison

The bus pulled into the intake area. The convicts were unshackled from the bus and reconnected via chain. They were led inside for processing. Their personal items were taken and stored, to be available if and when they were released. Their off-white uniforms were provided. Privacy to change into them was not.

Fred was led to cell number 215. He stepped inside and nearly jumped out of his skin when the cell door was slammed shut. Fred sat on his bed and cried quietly until the inmates were called for lunch. Not having a clue what to do or where to go, Fred simply followed the other prisoners in his cell block.

"Hey, new guy."

Fred looked behind him to where the call was made from.

"Me?"

"No, your sister. Yeah, you. Sit with me. I want to get a closer look at that sexy ass of yours."

The guard escorting them spoke up, "That's enough of that Peters. Jammers, I'll show you where to sit. You get to eat special today."

Fred considered correcting the guard's pronunciation of his name, but then thought better of it. He simply nodded to the guard. After getting his food, the guard pointed him at a table where there was a single prisoner sitting. The guy was huge. Fred couldn't tell how tall he was, but his head was well above the heads of the prisoners at the table behind him. His shoulders must have been three feet wide. Fred sat down and waited. The other nearby prisoners were paying close attention.

"Go ahead, start eating. You don't eat fast around here, you run the risk of losing half your food. Jammers, was it?"

"Um, Jamers (JAME-ers), sir."

The big man chuckled, "Oh, that's rich. I haven't been called sir in years. Anyway. I'm Mo. I'm not going to tell you what that is short for because I don't like it."

"Whatever you say, Mo."

"Perfect attitude. Keep that in mind and we'll get along great. I'm the unofficial president and CEO of your cell block. I'm in 201. I try to look out for the new guys, especially if they're as small as you."

"Um, thanks, Mo."

"What are you in for? And how long?"

"Five to ten, manslaughter, but I didn't do it."

Mo snickered, "That's what we all say. But a guy your size, I can almost believe you're innocent. Anyway, I heard Peters mention your sexy ass. I have a proposition for you, kind of an ass insurance policy."

"Um, Okay, what?"

"I'll keep the rowdies away from you, but your ass is mine, and only mine."

Fred choked on his food.

"Yeah, I figured you'd take it that way. It's better to be raped by just one guy than a whole gang. Your mouth is mine too. I fuck you and get a blow-job whenever I want and nobody else bothers you. Do we have a deal?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Sure, it's me or anybody and everybody that you see in here with us."

Frightened half out of his wits, "Oh, my God."

"So?"

"Yeah, we have a deal."

Mo nodded to the guard watching them.

"I'll be nice at first, just blow-jobs for a couple days. After that, we'll just play it by ear."

"Where and when is this supposed to happen?"

"You'll find out. Enjoy the rest of your slop."

Mo stood up, looked around at the closest tables. A silent message was sent. Very quickly, word got around that Fred was Mo's newest bitch. Only those with a death wish will bother Fred. That is until Mo got tired of him and moves on. Fred saw that he was nearly seven feet tall. Pale, almost white skin, not a single hair on his head, and arms the size of a, well, they were big too. Fred started to wonder how badly Mo's cock was going to hurt. He tried to put that thought out of his mind before he started crying again.

Fred heard a click just after lights out. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought his cell was unlocked. A minute later, nearly all the light from outside the cell disappeared. He looked up and someone very large was standing outside his cell. It had to be Mo, but what was he doing out of his own cell? He was about to find out.

Mo pulled the cell door open and walked in. If Fred hadn't taken a leak before lights out he would have turned his white pants yellow.

"Hi honey. I'm home."

Under his breath, Fred muttered, "Fuck."

Mo chuckled. "No, tonight it's blow. I already told you that."

Mo walked up to Fred sitting on his bed and dropped his pants. Fred gasped. The cock he looked at wasn't nearly as large as he feared.

"Yeah, it's not huge like the rest of me. Say anything about it to anyone and your life ends the next day."

"Not a word. It's not that small, it just looks like it is because you're so big."

"Flattery, huh? Well, maybe that will help you in the long run. Get started, I only got a few minutes from the guard."

Fred started by licking Mo's cock. Mo shoved his hips forward and Fred took the hint, taking Mo into his mouth. Mo fucked Fred's face for maybe two minutes before letting loose what felt to Fred like a gallon of cum. He struggled to swallow it all, correctly assuming Mo wouldn't want him to spit.

"That's a good little boy. Take all your medicine and maybe you'll grow to be as big as me."

Mo laughed, pulled up his pants and left. Fred laid in bed for hours before he could fall asleep. He didn't make a sound, he did not want to end up like the fat guy in 'The Shawshank Redemption.'

The next morning, Fred discovers it's shower day. The inmates are escorted to the shower room. Mo takes the second shower-head and points at the first when Fred starts to walk past. Fred is thankful that Mo is keeping his word. Two others looked a little too long at Fred's ass as they walked past. That earned them a growl from Mo. The two turned away immediately. Fred was afraid that he'd have to give Mo another blowjob in front of nearly twenty other guys. He couldn't bring himself to actually smile, but he was glad inside when that didn't happen. Apparently, Mo relished his privacy.

After lights out that night, there was a repeat visit from Mo. Fred did as he was asked.

A few more days went by. Very quickly, Fred lost track of the days. On the fifth night of his incarceration at Rosharon, the pattern changed. Mo sat down on his bed next to Fred.

Mo spoke quietly, Fred had to struggle to hear him, "Okay, Fred. We have another situation where if you say a word about this, you're dead. You hear me?"

Nervous about where this was going, Fred could only nod.

"I asked the guards about you. The guy you were convicted of killing was your lover."

It was a statement, but Fred nodded again.

"I like you. And not just because you're giving me blowjobs. Believe me, I've had plenty of guys do that. But I think you're the first one that has actually been gay."

"I'd guess not a lot of guys would admit that in as place like this."

"You're right. We wouldn't."

Fred hesitated a few seconds, confused by what he heard. "We?"

"Yeah, like I said, one word, and like you or not, you're over."

"Never. But a big guy like you?"

"Nature doesn't play favorites, it ain't just wimps like you that end up gay. No offense intended."

"None taken. Not that I would tell you if I was offended."

Mo chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, I'm going to have sex with you tonight. It's not going to be a wham, bam, thank you man, fuck. But before that, I'm going to do something you probably never would have expected of me. Take down your pants."

Fred pulled his pants off and started to turn over to lie on the bed.

"No. Stay sitting."

Curious, Fred responded, "Okay."

Mo got off the bed and knelt in front of Fred. Fred gasped in surprise when Mo started licking his cock. Mo took his time, licking up and down his shaft, once Fred's fear dissapated enough to get hard, anyway. He licked around Fred's balls. After what would probably qualify as a thorough cleaning, Fred felt Mo's lips wrap around his dick. Another gasp. Mo took his time, bringing Fred to the brink twice before putting him over the edge the third time. Fred was afraid to cum in Mo's mouth. Mo apparently sensed this.

"Cum for me. I want it."

That was enough to put Fred over the edge. Breathing hard, he collapsed backward against the wall of his cell.

"God, Mo. That was awesome."

"Like I said. I like you. Lay down on your back."

Fred did as he was asked. Obviously, the prison didn't pass out lube, so Mo started rimming him. If he hadn't just cum a minute before, he would have cum again. Mo stopped, knelt between Fred's legs, and spit on his hand, rubbing it along his cock. Mo then leaned in and started to gently insert his penis into Fred's anus. He went slowly and carefully, apparently not wanting to cause Fred any harm or unnecessary pain. After a couple minutes of thrusting gently, Mo sped up his thrusting, groaning louder than Fred was sure he wanted to when he came. Fred had his second orgasm of the night when Mo came. An anal orgasm rarely happened to him. Mo's loud groan was evident by the light applause coming from both cells adjacent to Fred's. That and a comment.

"Alright!! The new guy got fucked!!"

Mo didn't appreciate either the applause or the comment.

"If you guys don't stop it right now, you'll get it next, and it won't be pleasant."

"Sorry Mo."

Mo noticed that Fred had cum again.

"I guess phase two will have to wait for another night."

Mo stood up, pulled his pants back up and left. Fred thought to himself, 'What the hell is phase two?'

Next up - "The Days Drag On"