Chapter Seven

Journal Entry: My theory turned out to be true, the prisoners here do possess some type of supernatural ability. Jacan's body is iron if not harder then iron itself. I am willing to bet his body surpasses titanium, one of the strongest metals back in the previous world today.

That didn't conclude my adventure however as I had a run in with Sam, another one of the prisoners who were here before anyone else. Sam, the most attractive boy I have seen thus far has taken a huge liking to me going as far as to tell me he was going to pick me up for from the cafeteria today. I may consult him for some actual answers instead of what my body urges are telling me to do.

Jacan is one of the tallest and biggest prisoners here at the island. Standing at exactly seven feet five inches tall, he's well over four hundred pounds of pure muscle. Stated by him, Jacan used to be on the verge of severe obesity and I have no doubt that Jacan may have been suffering from gigantism. Unlike most boys here, Jacan only sports a simple lined up black buzzcut hairstyle with short black eyebrows. He's a bit more paler then myself and of course with all that muscle his veins are completely visible.

Jacan wears a black jumpsuit with black steel toe boots which are extremely large.

I had met with Sam, the third original prisoner and the first prisoner I saw wearing something other then a jumpsuit. Today he was taking me on what I would assume is a date? Not totally against it but aren't we moving a bit too fast here? He's a self centered person! "Do you know how lucky you are to catch MY attention?" I mocked after him.

Sam, while he does have everything I'm looking for in a guy physically. He doesn't have what I need mentally and that's a huge turn off. Can't stand guys who are just full of themselves. What I am after from him is answers that he could give him. I am always looking for answers even when I try not too but I can't handle myself. "Sam is literally the hardest fish to hook on the rod!"

Nice use of a hyperbole...

"Even Charley tried to get him and he got a flat out rejection. That week was just.... yeah, let's not get into it! Your going on a date with Sam! You got to look the best! Fix your hair! Scrub in between those human crevices! Clean those teeth! Do everything to be perfect!" Dakota was combing through my hair, "Question! Are you guys gonna make it official?!"

Easy answer, no. Main reason why I'm doing this is too get answers that others can't provide. However, that may be a problem if all the idiot is going to do is take about himself for hours on end. "Maybe," was all I responded with already knowing well enough I wasn't going to even give him the time of day. After I finish with Sam however I need to figure out how to get into the warden's office to get the key for Percy. Maybe I can get the keys location out of him with a bit of my own personal flirting. I don't want to advance to hard otherwise he'll get the wrong idea and I'll never be able to be left alone.

"You should totally go through with it! Having him to yourself is definitely a bonus you know? You'll piss Charley off beyond comprehension... I wouldn't mind it though to be honest with you!" Dakota continued combing through my hair he wasn't doing anything particular with it he's just being himself taking interest in my hair. "I really love this hair! What's in it?"

A knock on the room grabbed both of our attentions. In the middle of the doorway stood Kirk with an angry expression on his face. "What in the hell do you think your doing?" He stomped in the room. "Why are you doing this!"

Dakota stopped combing my hair and immediately got up excitement clear in his movements. "Kirky! Where have y-"

"Not now Dakota... this is serious." After saying this Dakota just sat down besides me with a sad look on his face. "Your trying to stir something up here and whatever it is, I need you to stop it RIGHT now..."

What was Kirk going on about? I couldn't think of anything I possibly could stir up. Is it wrong that I wanted to go on a date with Sam? Well, I wouldn't consider it a date as I stated earlier the only thing I wanted out of him was some answers that this smartass obviously wasn't giving me because he's gone all the time. "I am not stirring anything up Kirk, it's just an innocent date. You probably wouldn't know anything about that since all you do is disappear avoiding your secret boyfriend."

Hearing this made Kirk slightly blush in response. "I need you to understand something here fruitcake... If Charley catches you with Sam he's going to go absolutely insane! Cancel the date with Sam! Please! Just do it!"

"First, let's get one thing straight here my name is Zach, I would appreciate it if you used it at least once in your goddamn life instead of calling me fruitcake and some number you pulled out your ass. Second, all I have heard since I have gotten here is Charley and it's pissing me off. Tell Charley I am not after his stupid position I don't even have the SLIGHTEST bit of interest in your castle roleplaying. Third and finally, tell Charley to go fuck himself because I am going to get the answers I need whether you like it or not."

Kirk grunted in frustration reverting his expression back to bored and nonchalant. "You obviously forgotten about that our little roleplaying keeps everything in check. You fail to realize this is Charley we are talking about here."

Charley this, Charley, Charley is all I hear about and no one is giving me a single reason why this particular person was so bad. Maybe if they just told me instead of ending it off with cliffhangers I would probably not be as curious as I am now! It's like basically saying, 'hey, I am not going to tell you what Charley is gonna do if he gets mad. Instead, I will keep making you more and more curious so you can find out the hard way!' What am I in a movie or something where I got to wait for second movie to find out if the alligators had babies to keep killing people? I don't think I have ever been this annoyed in my life!

"Kirky, I think your taking this a little bit about out of hand just relax okay?" Dakota reassured. "How about you and I hangout? Let Zachie go on his date with Sam and we'll tag along it'll be a double date!" Kirk sleepy eyes widened at Dakota's offer, "please! Come on I will be on my best behavior promise!" Kirk looked at him then back at me before releasing a heavy sigh and nodding his head.

Dakota hopped off the floor with excitement before running away in the room probably to pamper himself up for Kirk. Meanwhile, Kirk stared at me with his arms crossed clear disappoint in his eyes. "If you want answers Sam isn't going to give them to you." Then give me the answers dumbass so I don't have to do this. "Sam spends more time talking about himself then anything so best of luck to you."

I had already established a while back when first meeting him 'Kirky' glad you were the one to give me confirmation on Sam. Dakota had came back out the room in his teal jumpsuit standing next to Kirk staring directly at him like a dog waiting for it's master to drop a piece of meat on the floor.

These two surely are something.

At the cafeteria, me and the guys patiently waited for Sam to show up. Just like Dakota had promised he hadn't tried making any advances towards Kirk at all. In fact, he just sat there with his chin resting on his arms next to Kirk occasionally blowing his hair out of his face. It's like even not doing anything he still remained interested in his Kirk even if it included just relaxing. Dakota had traits I have never seen before in person that was acted so much to that of a actual dog.

"So... Kirk and Dakota have you guys ever done physical? Like on the sidelines when anyone is not present?" I was aware that this was too much information that made these two blush awkwardly hard. But! I rather do this then have us sit here with each staring off into space.

These two loved each other so hard so why did Kirk brush him off so easily? Hate to say this but if I was in Dakota's shoes, I'd break ties with Kirk a long time ago. What do I look like waiting sixty years for one person? Kirk is definitely someone I would like to go out with but he's not worth that much time.

"The closest thing we have ever done was a friendly hug. When I first came here forever ago." Dakota answered.

"Yeah, however he lost that privilege when he groped my ass. My ass is strictly off limits in case you wanted to know for the future!" Kirk did have a rather impressive hindquarters for twig I guess some of that fat has to go somewhere. Which means in that case he also has a very bi-

"Zach Birds!" That voice was far too familiar. Kirk and Dakota perked their heads up in a unison seeing that Sam had plumped down on the stool next to me. "Kirk? What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked his tone had completely changed as soon as him and Kirk made eye contact. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere hiding talking to your imaginary friends?"

This was my first time that I saw that two of the original prisoners were in the same vicinity with one another. And right off the back just because these two were the first here doesn't mean they needed to like one another. Now it was clear when Dakota had told me that out of all four of them Kirk was indeed the nicest one.

Kirk only continued to look at Sam not bothering to say one word to him even after insulting him rather harshly. "I am tagging along on this double date Sam. Got to make sure he's safe since you obviously won't do it."

"I'll kick your ass if you come along Kirk don't push it."

"I don't believe I asked for your opinion. I'm just here to tell you what's going to happen. You are welcomed to try and stop me."

The entire atmosphere changed when these two had an immense stare down with one another. Sam had an serious expression while Kirk seemed more on the relax side of things not even caring for his earlier threat. With a quick eye roll Sam stood up and reached his hand out towards mine. "You know, you spend most of your time alone. But whenever you want to say something you feel the need to pop out it make your business. Why is that Kirk? More importantly why does that idiot next to you insist on staying so attached to someone who doesn't even give a damn about him. For years and years he just only likes you!"

Ignoring his question, he stood as well as Dakota continuing to look at Sam. I took Sam's hand allowing him to pull me up from the stool. Sam then muttered something under his breath which I could not make out but I was well aware that he indeed said an insult before leading me towards the exiting doors of the cafeteria. Following behind us was Kirk and Dakota both whispering to one another.

Sam was wrong for not only insulting Kirk, he was very wrong for degrading Dakota and that secretly offended me. He was talking about as if he wasn't even there. Sincerest apologies Dakota, but I just got to deal with this asshole for the day. If he proves that he can't give me what I want to hear I'll just end it off.

"We're going to the fun side of this lame prison. A boy like you should be entertained endlessly and luckily I know just the right people!" Excuse me? What did he say and what in the hell did he mean by that?! "Let's have some fun!"

Over an hour away from the destination I had been staying in for the past month. I was now in a place even further then the springs. It was just like the lobby at the beginning of the prison yet far more chaotic. It was more messy, the jumpsuits people wore are terribly torn or dirty, some did not even wear boots, and the people themselves had no signs of decent mannerism. Why on ear- oh, that's right I can't even say that because this isn't earth. What would make Sam want to choose a place like this? More importantly why would Charley be around here?

One person in the crowd took notice of me and that's when the people stopped doing what they were doing to all stick their eyeballs on me, Sam, Kirk, and Dakota. Talk about extreme awkwardness am I right? The power of their stares were killing me! Some stared at me so hard I felt like a wild boar being stalked by a tiger waiting to pounce any moment if I didn't stay alert. "Everyone, meet my new boyfriend! Zach!" Ha! That's cute.

With my short little introduction out of the way Sam continued to lead me. The boys that were once in mass crowd parted ways for us creating a nearly perfect path. I heard whispers and some even sneaked a touch doing their best to not be noticed by Sam. Kirk and Dakota were also being touched randomly however they didn't pay it much mind. This place gave me bad vibes in fact it gave me very bad vibes and I literally couldn't begin to be answer why I just didn't turn around and leave with Kirk. Maybe that's why he was following me? If needed I am sure he would take some action.

"Hey, where exactly are we going?" I asked Sam who just looked at me with a smile. He stopped and opened a door to the right pulling me right in and shutting the door locking it before anyone else entered.

"Your in one of my dressing rooms. Got to get you in something that just screams that you belong to me." EXCUSE ME? "Can you believe those two dickblockers? They ruined the whole date for us by following us around." I think the correct term is cockblocker? But you know, I won't say anything about it.

Digging through his variety of impressive outfits he pulled out one that completely took me by surprise. "Your kidding right?" He shook his head walking closer to me with the outfit.

The things I do for answers...

After five minutes of struggling I had finally got the outfit on my petite body. On my head was a silver crown embedded with a vast diverseness of jewels, an intricate silver ancient chest harness, silver gauntlets, and worst of all... a matching silver thong. This outfit showed more skin then I wanted it too and Sam is over here drooling over me like a six year old seeing his first piece of candy. "You look absolutely stunning... I was waiting for the day to finally have someone wear this outfit and I have finally found him!" Sam bolted quickly behind me his head looking over my collar bones. His hand find his way on my waistline slowing going upward along my sides. "Perfectly sculpted." AS much as I hated this mentally, physically my body was revealing something a lot different.

When Sam took notice of it and his hand moved closer to my hardened member. "Not bad for your type..." My heart pounded against my sternum any harder and I am positive that it would have burst out my chest. Sam then spun me around leaning his forehead against mine. "The fun thing about me is... I don't prefer a certain position." He bent down keeping his eyes focused with mines. His hands pushed down the straps of my thong revealing my member in all it's glory. Next thing I knew, Sam began putting me in his mouth. "Damn..." I whispered to myself looking up towards the ceiling and closing my eyes. He forced me in further nearly swallowing me whole.

Although this wasn't how I imagined my first blow job, I have to admit that the feeling of his saliva completely coating my shaft while my tip is being stimulated by his tongue felt amazing as hell. I focused on making sure that Sam didn't know I was slightly enjoying this. Whenever I felt the urge to roll my eyes in pleasure, I made sure it looked like it was out of frustration. He started putting his hands on my butt, squeezing it while continuing to give me sensations I never thought possible. Soon, I could feel my cock throbbing against the roof of his mouth. he was enjoying this a lot more than I would have thought possible. He started moaning at the feeling of my dick in his mug, and he started bobbing his head faster until I started to leak. Oh shit, I am close to the grand finale, and he notices. He makes a noise acknowledging the taste of my early secretions. He then stuck his finger in my butt, and I said, "Oh Fuck!" I grabbed his head and pulled him deeper and came down his throat. a huge wave of pleasure came over me and I slumped against the wall to the floor.

Sam held my secretions in his mouth for a short time before spitting it out in a nearby cup. "That was amazing.. taste sort of like bananas? I love bananas and you can take that as you will."

I was still momentarily dazed from the amazing BJ that I received from Sam. "Now that you got what you wanted... I need some answers about this place." I pulled up my thong and gotten back onto my feet. "You have been here a little while, what do you know mostly about this place?"

Shaking the cup back and forth watching my fluids slush around Sam looked up towards me. "Answers huh? Not much I can give you because I never payed much attention. It's better to not even search for answers that aren't worth finding."

Why am I even surprised?

Quickly putting on my original outfit I opened the door and slammed it shut. "Come on, let's go." Kirk was leaning against the wall with smirk plastered on his face pushing himself off the wall. "I know, I know, you are going to tell me 'I told you so' aren't you? Smart bastard."

"Oh fuck!" He mocked me elbowing Dakota softly.

"Damn..." Dakota moaned mocking me as well. Both of them begun laughing as I walked past them. Ugh, why did I not listen to Kirk? He was right all along and he only followed me just to hear me moan to an phenomenal blowjob. I internally hate myself for succumbing to him so damn easily. First Jacan and now Sam? Who's next might I ask?

Kirk and Dakota followed me towards where we came from. Did I really deserve to be mad at a narcissist? I was warned while encouraged at the same time. We all learn something new everyday. What's next in store for me, Zach Birds? It can't get any more crazier then that.

Or can it?