5 comments/ 15845 views/ 6 favorites Los Desperados By: Outama A quiet young man sat in Cabin Three Fourteen of Railway 909 - a famous passenger train that traveled throughout the large war torn country of Espada. After Pazuzu's Meteor had catastrophically smashed into the Earth in 2015, many people took that opportunity to rekindle the flames of war and hate. People rioted and rebelled. Governments collapsed. Senseless and mindless violence occurred over the face of the earth for many years, until people had grown tired of fighting. But by then it was too late. Much of the earth's population had been killed, and society was damaged past reparation. Filled with sadness and despair, the remaining citizens entered a state of depression. The eternal cloud of smog and flames from the meteor did not help their state of mind become any better, only pushing them down even further. Years passed and a few brave men stood up to their war cursed society and took control of the lands, turning them into new countries. These countries, that had risen from the ashes of former continents, now ruled the devastated Earth as the leading powers : Espada, Lugar Muerto, and Kusagani. Now, in year 2099, Railway 909 hummed along the ravaged surface of Espada. Plains of burnt grass and distant mountains were pretty much the only thing to look at, aside from the other passengers in the train. The young man sat alone in his open cabin. He pushed his platinum blonde locks of hair out of his grey eyes and stared at his youthful face in the window reflection and smirked. This was the face that got him out of the trouble he caused back in Los Egoistas - Espada's capital city . No one would believe such an innocent face could do such things. He ran his slim fingers through his shoulder length hair. The prettier he looked, the more confident he was. He rubbed his thumb on his smooth silk skin and smiled to himself. This young twenty two year old man's name was Ren, and he was on his way out of Los Egoistas to his grandmother's home in the poor Espada countryside. That is, until mysterious aerial bombers from nowhere flew over the train and dropped destruction on it. There was a loud explosion and soon flames engulfed the entire front of the train. Instantly, hundreds of people died. Ren, who was close enough to feel the impact, tried to get up and run out with the other screaming passengers, but the suitcases above fell from their racks and slammed into him. He blacked out. ........ The small young man awoke later on a long sofa in a dimly lit room. He groggily looked around with a massive headache. It looked like a private library, with shelves of books covering the walls of the room and a few long tables in the middle. At the end of the room, on the wall where there were no shelves, stood two tall majestic doors. They were creaked open a bit, letting in a slit of light. Ren quietly snuck over and tried to peek through. In the other room were many men and women dressed in fancy suits. Ren knew who they were: Espada government officials. 'What am I doing here?' he thought to himself as he eyed the meeting. He tried to step back, only to stumble into a chair and fall over. The noise was audible outside the room, and all the officials knew Ren was awake. They burst into his room and flicked on the switch, quickly flooding the darkness with light. "Good. You're awake," one woman said. Her tone was sharp and quick to the point. "Get up." Ren rubbed his shoulder and hopped up to his feet. "What am I doing here?" he demanded angrily. "Quite feisty for a criminal, aren't you?" a man said. "Come here. Have a seat." 'Criminal?' Ren repeated in his head. "What do you mean criminal?!" "Your innocent face might work on some people, but it won't impress us," the woman said coldly. "And feigning ignorance definitely isn't the way to go." Ren gritted his teeth and blew his hair out of his face. "I'm not faking anything. How am I a criminal?" "You're a terrorist bomber," the woman explained. "You killed every single passenger on Railway 909. Except yourself, obviously. And until we get your motives out of you, you're staying put." "T-terrorist bomber?!" Ren repeated in disbelief. 'What the hell is this lady talking about?!' he thought to himself. "I didn't bomb anyone! Or anything! Railway 909 ... I was just taking it to my grandma's house!" "Of course you'd have an excuse," the man said. "Have a seat, son. We'll do your interrogation right here. Cut the lights." As soon as the lights shut off, Ren felt himself get pushed down into the chair behind him. He felt his wrists get strapped to the handles. He was helpless. "Why? Why did you do it?" Lights blinded Ren. He squinted nervously. "I-I didn't do it!" he protested. "I don't know where you're getting your information from, but it's wrong! I didn't do it!" "It's as clear as can be," the woman insisted. "Railway 909 was reported to be utterly destroyed, and yet on further investigation, you were the only one found alive. Unconscious, but alive." "That's just a coincidence!" Ren cried out. "An unlucky one at that! I didn't do it!" "Until you choose to cooperate with us, we have no choice but to send you to Los Desesperados," the woman said, blatantly ignoring Ren's pleas. Ren's eyes widened in fear. Los Desesperados was a large prison for all the criminals of every country. It was the only prison established because it was only necessary to have one in the entire world. Los Desesperados's brutal reputation deterred anyone else from committing crimes. Unless, of course, you were falsely accused. Within hours, Ren found himself led away from Los Egoistas' government hall to an old creaky boat that sailed through the world's rough waters. It seemed like an eternity before the boat reached a large dark island in the middle of the foggy waters. Ren shuddered as he stepped off the boat onto the cold stone of the mysterious island, followed by a few more fellow inmates. He took this moment to study his potential prison companions. There were three of them: a short stocky man, a tall athletic young man, and an old shaky man. The cold air whipped around them as he wiped the nervous sweat off his face. He was scared. Utterly scared. He had heard of Los Desesperados's ruthless stories back in Espada. The air was thick with fog and mist, but when he squinted, Ren could see the dark outline of a tall, menacing building. In the distant, he could hear metal doors clanking and the bloodcurdling screams of a few inmates. "Come along, worthless rats," the tall prison escort said. His tone was harsh and deadly. "Follow the torches." Ren followed the barely lit stone path. The flames of the torches flickered in the wind, creating dancing shadows all across the darkness. The path was bumpy and full of cracks. Ren tripped countless times as he walked glumly. It wasn't long before he found himself standing before a long set of stairs. He looked up. The seemingly endless stairs led up into a dark hallway. "Up there is Los Desesperados," the escort said. "Start climbing, you worthless rats!" Ren gulped and picked up his lifeless feet. Up and up he went, and soon he felt like he was simply walking up and down the stairs. 'Damn!' he thought. 'I have never seen any stairs this high!' "Almost there, rats! Keep climbing!" The escort's booming voice jolted Ren back to reality. After a many more arduous steps, Ren found temporary relief as he reached the top of the stairs. Taking a quick moment to catch his breath, he looked down into the blackness. There was a small light at the end of it. "March!" the escort commanded. Into the darkness, Ren and his fellow inmates went. He felt a hand push him into the white light, blinding him as he rubbed his eyes. They were now in a small, metal room filled with caged windows. On the other side, Ren could see prison staffers typing furiously away at computers. Some stood and laughed by the coffee machines and snack vendors. "Line up!" the escorted ordered. "The Director will be here soon so don-." Then, as if on cue, the heavy metal door slid open, revealing a tall, slim man. His spiky brown hair was slicked back and held into place by his glasses resting atop of his head. He wore a white lab coat, and twirled his way into the room merrily, humming to himself. "Hello, hello!" he said cheerfully. "My name is Taji Chalcedon, your savior and the humble Director of Los Desesperados!" His voice was peppy and bright, just like his shiny brown eyes. Ren looked at him in silence. 'This guy is weird.' "I understand all four of you are here because of the big bad world outside Los Desesperados," Taji continued. "Don't worry, my children! Los Desesperados will fix your mistakes in no time." Ren wanted to ask him a question but before he could open his mouth, Taji whirled joyously out of the room singing loudly off-key. "Wait! I have a-!" "Silence!" the escort shouted firmly. The metal door slid open loudly again and young short scary woman walked into the room, followed by her assistant pushing a rolling table. Her black and white uniform seemed different from the other guards, as her golden shoulder pads seemed to signify a higher status. Her long black hair cascaded down from her tilted cap. Oddly, for a prison staff member, she was gorgeous, attracting attention from the male inmates. Ren, however, didn't care. He was more interested in the male guards. "My name is Sakina Uriya, the Warden of Los Desesperados," the scary woman informed in a cold tone. "You will all report to me any troubles or concerns you have, although I guarantee you it will not make any difference in your stay here." She eyed the tall athletic inmate standing in the center. "You look like you have a question. Speak now." The man stammered over his words. "Y-you're very beautiful. H-how do you protect yourself from all these men?" Sakina smirked and swiftly pulled out a pistol concealed in her uniform. "Like this." Before anyone could utter another word, Sakina shot him dead-center in his forehead. The ringing echoed ominously throughout the room. The man fell back sliding to the floor, dead, as his blood pooled around him. Ren and the other inmates stood completely still, stunned and shocked. 'Th-this woman is insane!' he thought to himself. He felt shivers go down his spine. She motioned towards her assistant, who rolled the table forward. On the table were several burlap sacks. "You will all receive an inmate bag," Sakina informed harshly, putting her gun away as her assistant passed them out. "Open them." Ren slowly opened his bag and found the standard inmate uniform and few personal hygiene items. "Every month, you will get a new one, replenishing your supplies," she continued. "Should you run out before then, oh well." She shrugged and gestured down the hall. "Come, you rats. I'll show you your rooms now." She marched off down into the corridors, her heels clicking and echoing throughout the hall. As the group walked into the inmate cell sections, cheers and wolf whistles from the male inmates quickly surrounded them. Sakina ignored them as she paced down further. She stopped in front of a few empty cells. "There are no roommates in Los Desesperados. You will all be riding solo from here on out," she said. "You there! Blondie!" She pointed a long shiny fingernail at Ren. "Get in there." Ren quickly rushed in without any complaints. He did not want to be her pistol's next victim. One by one, Sakina led the inmates into their cells. "Have fun, you rats," she mocked tauntingly as she left the cells. Ren looked glumly into his cell. It was small and cramped, only equipped with a lumpy cot, a toilet, a sink, and a chair. For some strange reason, there were curtains hung over the cell door, like it were a window. Overall, the cell wasn't bad; at least they kept it clean. It was quiet for a few minutes until the inmate across the hallway decided to speak up. He was tall and lanky, with scruffy brown hair. His blue eyes had a sneaky glint in them as he constantly paced them back and forth. Ren thought he was kind of handsome in his own way. "Hey there," he called out in a soft voice. "Name's Enzo. You?" "R-Ren," Ren stammered. He still wasn't used to this place. "Nice name, kid. What you in for?" Enzo asked. Ren's face fell. "Falsely accused," he answered quietly. "Oh damn," Enzo comforted. "What's your charge?" "Terrorist bombing," Ren said, tearing up. Enzo opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a loud ringing bell. Each cell door suddenly slid open, creaking and echoing. Shouts and cheers soon followed as the men walked out of their cells. "Wh-what's going on?" Ren asked, scared. Enzo chuckled as he walked over. "It's lunch time. Hurry, Ren." The cafeteria was just as confusing and mind boggling as the rest of the prison. The room was large, almost twice the size of a fancy ballroom filled with rows and rows of tables. The chattering of the men mixed with the clattering of metal spoons on cold plates. Ren trudged in silently, hoping not to get noticed. 'Doubt it,' he thought to himself. 'Stupid blonde hair. I'm gonna get raped. Not that I mind.' "Hey!" Enzo called out suddenly from nowhere. He sat down in front of Ren with a tray full of surprisingly appetizing food. "I had a feeling you wouldn't get anything to eat, so here! You can have my casserole." Ren reached for it and thanked Enzo's kindness. Enzo noticed Ren's bare wrists. "Hey, where's your Vault?" Enzo asked as he stuffed his mouth. "My Vault?" Ren asked. "What's that?" "I take it you didn't look in your burlap bag you got earlier, did you?" Enzo deduced. "Your Vault is a metal bracelet you keep on your wrist. It has a barcode on it that can be scanned almost anywhere in Los Desesperados. That's where you keep all your Prison Points." Ren was completely lost. "Prison Points? Scanner?! Good god this place is complicated." Enzo laughed. "You'll get used to it. Prison Points is the currency us inmates use here. You can use it to buy lunch, stuff for your cell, or sometimes even a better cell!" Ren's eyes widened. "Really?! That's cool! How do you get Prison Points?" Enzo swallowed his sandwich in one gulp. "Everyone gets two points per day. You can earn more points by doing odd jobs around the place. Have you noticed how our cells are pretty clean? That's because inmates clean them for points." Ren nodded. "I did notice that." He sighed sadly. "This place is like its own world. It's really confusing." "I suppose I should explain further," Enzo said, nodding. "I've been in here for quite some time actually. Basically, Los Desesperados is a big prison split up into three different divisions: A-Block, B-Block, and C-Block, and there are three different people in charge of this whole place, Taji, the Director, Hajiro, the Gatekeeper, and Sakina," Enzo shuddered in fear as he said her name. "She's the Warden and she runs the B-Block. That's us." "Sakina," Ren repeated softly. "She shot a guy without a second thought! She's crazy!" "Yeah," Enzo said, nodding his head. "She's a twenty six year old monster! Ruthless. That's how she keeps this place under control. She's probably the only woman on this god forsaken island, so naturally she'd have to be brutal and cruel." "What about Taji?" Ren asked. "I get the feeling there's something shady about that guy." "Taji scares some of us," Enzo confessed. "Not in the same way as Sakina though. But he's a little ... loopy in the head. He's the Director, and he's in charge of everything here - mostly public relations. Kind of dangerous, don't you think?" "Yeah," Ren agreed. "What if he does something bad to all of us?" "He won't," Enzo said, finishing his lunch. "Hajiro won't let him do anything too rash." "The Gatekeeper?" Ren asked. "What does he do?" Enzo smiled slyly. "Oh, I have a feeling you're going to love him. He's in charge of the A-Block and C-Block. He's the only person ranked higher than Sakina, besides Taji. He's a total stud too." Ren blushed, which was very obvious against his silky skin. "A s-stud?" "Yeah!" Enzo said. "He has to be. To keep all these rough and wild inmates in check? I'm talking built body and cold heart." Ren smiled. "Maybe he might make my stay here less horrid." Enzo laughed. "True. But there's always Sakina." Images of her mercilessly shooting the man flooded Ren's mind. He shuddered at the haunting memories. "I ... am scared of her." "Join the club," Enzo said. "I don't think there is a soul in this place that isn't afraid of her." He swallowed the rest of his lunch. "Are you done? We can go take a tour or something." Ren nodded. "Sure. It'd be better than staying in here. I feel a whole bunch of men watching me." "It's because you're pretty," Enzo said, tossing his trash away. He led Ren out the door into the courtyard. "There are no female inmates in B-Block." Ren smiled. "Am I going to get raped?" he asked. Enzo stared at him hard. "How tight are you?" he asked suddenly. LOS DESESPERADOS: THE GATEKEEPER That night, Ren slept with Enzo in his cell. The bed rocked and creaked as Enzo thrust deep in and out of Ren's tight hole. Ren moaned and grabbed onto Enzo's shoulders for support as he plowed him. "Oh! Ah! You ... you're so ... deep!" Enzo smiled and slowed the pace down as he felt himself close to cumming. "I'm gonna cum, Ren! Don't worry, I'm wearing a condom." Ren, panting heavily, struggled to get up. "Okay," he said softly. "Do it!" He didn't care if Enzo was or wasn't clean. He wasn't getting out of Los Desesperados anytime soon, so it didn't matter if he got any diseases or not. Although he did feel a bit relieved when Enzo reassured him. Enzo grunted and shot ropes of cum into the condom inside Ren's eager body. Ren felt Enzo's cock pulse and twitch with each shot. Both men sighed in lust and embraced each other in a passionate kiss then fell asleep. Oddly, the entire room seemed to be rocking gently, swaying back and forth. The next morning, Ren woke up to find Enzo's sweaty body still on top of him. He smiled and caressed his handsome face with smooth fingers. He tried to move and felt Enzo's still hard cock inside him. 'Morning wood,' Ren thought. 'Gotta love it.' He carefully pulled Enzo's throbbing tool out with a pop and slid out from under him. He picked up a nearby towel and wiped his body clean of the sweat, cum, and saliva from last night. He leaned against the wall and sighed. Ren, as far as he could remember, had been sexually assaulted by various men since a young age. His father's friends, strange men, anyone. Over time he grew to like and crave it. He was insatiable. He slipped his uniform back on and woke Enzo up. "Rise and shine!" Enzo groaned as he stretched and looked at his stiffness. He peeled the condom off. "Gracious. I slept with that thing?" Ren laughed and tossed him his uniform. "You don't want to be seen by the guards naked, do you?" Enzo shook his head and quickly got dressed. "It's almost time for the morning bell anyways. We'll head to the showers first before breakfast." As soon as he finished saying that, the bell rang out loudly, echoing all throughout the division. Each cell door slid open, like it had done during the lunch bell yesterday. The inmates sporadically walked out of their cells towards the shower room. A few men sang loudly on the way. "Well, we should get going too," Enzo said, picking up his towel. "Come on, Ren." Ren followed Enzo into the ridiculously clean white showers of Los Desesperados. He figured somebody got paid a bunch of Prison Points for the cleaning. He hurried into a shower and adjusted his temperature preference. Over the relaxing humming of the water cascading down, he could hear the other inmates laugh and crack jokes. He reached for the soap as a big shadow approached him from behind. He turned around to find a big, rough looking man standing behind him. His sky blue eyes looked down at Ren as if he were a buffet. Los Desperados "That looks tight," he said in a gruff voice, making it obvious he was referring to Ren's round bottom. "Imma get a piece of that." He sounded like he was making a statement, rather than a question. He forced his way into Ren's shower. The young Ren didn't fight back. He knew it was pointless as it was clear he wasn't going to win. And he didn't mind taking another pounding; he just wasn't really in the mood for it now. The other prisoners crowded around to get a glimpse of the new kid's first fuck in prison - although none of them knew that he had already been taken by Enzo. Enzo saw the commotion and knew instantly what was going on. He ran over, forcing his way through. "Hey! Hey! Everyone! Sakina's coming!" At the mention of the wicked Warden's name, everyone panicked and quickly retreated back to their own showers. The burly man who was seconds away from taking Ren's ass had gone back too. "Don't think I'll pass up on you yet," he threatened as he walked away. Ren sighed in relief. "Thanks Enzo, but is she really coming?" Enzo grinned cheekily. "Nah. Everyone's scared of Sakina, remember?" Ren laughed. "Yeah. Well let me hurry up my shower and we'll be on our way." True to his word, Ren was done in the next five minutes. He and Enzo walked out of the showers dressed and ready for the day. In the cafeteria, it was just as busy and loud as it was yesterday. Ren sat down in a vacated corner of a table, waiting for Enzo. Despite having already put on his Vault, he wasn't in the mood for food. Enzo arrived with a tray of breakfast delicacies, and with two more inmates. One was a slim, man just shy into his fifties while the other was a big, scary dark-skinned man. He looked about thirty. "Hey Ren, I'd like you to meet my prison buddies here," Enzo said. "This is Sogen. He lives in A-Block." He pointed to the older man. "And this guy here is Taro. He stays in C-Block." The dark-skinned man smirked and waved. They sat down in front of Ren. "What you in for, pipsqueak?" Taro asked, devouring his pancakes like a wild beast. "I was falsely accused for terrorist bombing," Ren answered, happy his boldness was returning. "Quite a shame," Sogen said quietly. "You must feel terrible." Ren nodded. "What about you guys?" "I killed a man trying to rape my sister," Enzo said. "The court in Kusagani is really corrupt. They sent me here without a trial." "My wife framed me for her crime," Sogen said, shaking his head. "Such a shame." "Robbery," Taro grunted. "Was fun while it lasted." Ren stared at the three men in front of him. "Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that." He didn't know what else to say. Enzo shook his head. "It's fine, Ren. We don't need sympathy." "I'm sorry," Ren said, getting up for a stretch. "I just thought-." "Here comes the Gatekeeper! Quiet everyone!" Taro warned. Ren turned around to find a tall menacing man walking down the cafeteria aisle. Ren gasped to himself. The Gatekeeper - the very man walking towards them - was the type Ren dreamt of almost every night: tall, big, and just overall dominant. His black hair was short and spiky and went well with his light tan. Beneath his sharp mouth was a short black goatee - adding to his handsome face of ruthlessness and brutality. The Gatekeeper towered over Ren's 5'0 body. He stared down at the young man with cold golden yellow eyes. "Out of the way, kid." His voice was low and aggressive. Ren stared at him for a few moments before snapping back to reality. He squeaked softly before stepping to the side. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he uttered out shyly. For a quick moment, the Gatekeeper smiled at him as he walked by. Ren felt his heart flutter with butterflies. "Oh my god! Did you see that?!" he asked Enzo excitedly. "He smiled at me!" "You're lucky then," Enzo said with a shady smile. "You're real lucky." "Why?" Ren asked innocently. "The Gatekeeper," Enzo said, "is a fuckin' stud. You saw him! You've fallen for him, haven't you?" Ren was speechless as he felt a blush creep up to his face. "Uh ... well -." "You don't have to say anything," Taro said. "Your blush says it all, Ren." Their conversation was interrupted by a screeching feedback from a microphone. Everyone turned and found Hajiro standing at the front of the cafeteria on a stage. "If you all could be so kind to cease your petty conversations," he said calmly. Soon, the chattering and noise died down. All eyes were on the big and intimidating Gatekeeper. Hajiro nodded and proceeded with his announcement. "Thank you. I'll make it quick for all you rats. There will be a few changes to Los Desesperados's disciplinary measures in the coming days. After talking it over with the Director and Warden, we decided to enforce a harsher, more effective form of punishing those who misbehave. There will be no warning this time." Everyone gasped in fear and confusion and began mumbling amongst themselves. Hajiro waited for the crowd to simmer down. "The solution is simple. Behave, according our liking, and you won't have to face the consequences. But I assure you, if any of you step out of line, even a tiny bit, you will regret the day you stepped foot here. Shall we demonstrate?" Hajiro nodded and his assistants drug in an inmate, sobbing and weeping hysterically. "Assume the position," the Gatekeeper commanded. The two assistants nodded and held tightly onto the flailing inmate's arms, keeping him kneeling on the ground. The man looked up into Hajiro's eyes. "Please sir! Please don't do anything to me!" the inmate pleaded in tears. "I didn't do anything wrong! I swear!" Hajiro smiled kindly and brushed his fingers across the inmate's face. "I know. I know you didn't." Without any further words, Hajiro dropkicked the inmate's shoulder with his steel boot, breaking his arm and dislocating his shoulder in the process. The man screamed out in agonizing pain, crying and rolled around on the floor. "And that's all there is to it," Hajiro said calmly, adjusting his uniform as if nothing had happened. "This will be all for today's announcement. You all may proceed back to your daily musings." No one moved though. The only sounds in the room came from the wailing of the unfortunate man chosen for the demonstration. Hajiro's assistants drug him away. Hajiro walked back down the aisle, but stopped before Ren once more. "You." He lifted a finger at Ren's chest and poked it, nearly knocking him over. "Follow me." Ren hesitated a bit before following the Gatekeeper. He looked back at the worried Enzo. Hajiro led Ren into his office - a spacious and luxurious room on the top floor of Los Desesperados. Contrasting the dark and gloomy prison halls, his office was bright and well lit. "Sit," Hajiro ordered as he made his way to his desk. Ren nervously sat down on one of the old fashioned chairs. "D-did I do something wrong, sir?" he asked shyly. Hajiro chuckled. "No, not at all. I just haven't seen your face around here before." "I'm new," Ren answered. "I-I just arrived yesterday." "Ah, that's it," Hajiro said softly. "Well, I take it you're under Sakina's watch?" Ren shuddered. Just hearing that name struck fear into him. "Y-yes sir." Hajiro smirked, showing his perfect white smile. "She's a tough woman. But I'm sure you'll find yourself right at home here in Los Desesperados. What's your name, kid?" Ren gulped. "Ren Daida." Hajiro searched into his computer and smiled. "Ren Daida. Member 909. Twenty two years of age. Charged with the terrorist bombing of Railway 909." He stared at Ren with his golden eyes. "You look quite pretty to be a terrorist bomber." "I didn't do it!" Ren cried out suddenly. He quickly gasped and bowed for forgiveness. "Forgive me, Mr. Gatekeeper sir!" Hajiro laughed loudly. "You're really cute there kid! I could use some personality here in this gloomy death trap. How would you like to be my personal assistant?" Ren looked up with wide, hopeful eyes. 'Personal assistant?' he thought to himself. 'Is this one of those odd jobs Enzo was talking about? Yes! Maybe if I can become the Gatekeeper's toy, those men will stop messing with me! I'll be safe here!' A small smile found its way across his face. "Yes! I would love to help you in whatever it is!" He bowed again. Hajiro chuckled. "Quite enthusiastic. I like that. Well, first things first. Your schedule. You report here to me everyday for two hours. I'll have a few tasks at hand for you." He eyed Ren's Vault. "Oh good. You're wearing your Vault. I'll just program it so you can access the office without me being here." He typed away into his computer. "You'll also get one hundred Prison Points for every task you complete." He smiled at Ren. "Sound nice?" Ren couldn't believe his luck. Working with such a hot man and getting paid? "That sounds great, Mr. Gatekeeper sir!" "Hajiro," the Gatekeeper said. "My name is Hajiro. Drop the 'sir' stuff. I'm only twenty eight. I don't need to feel old." He laughed joyously. With that, Hajiro dismissed Ren out of his office, where he found two scary men waiting to escort him back to his cell. Suddenly, he didn't feel so alone and miserable anymore, despite the horrid prison. He had quickly befriended one of the most powerful people in Los Desesperados. The escorts thrust Ren into his cell and slammed the door shut. "And stay in there, you scum rat!" they shouted and laughed, walking away. They stopped though, as the metal door at the end of the hallway swung open. Sakina's heels clicked menacingly on the metal floor, echoing throughout the silent corridor. Every inmate's eyes were on her as she slowly walked down the halls, inspecting every inch of her division, hand resting on her pistol. She stopped in front of Ren's cell. Ren shivered as she stared him down without a word. "G-good morning, Miss Sa-." "Don't speak unless you were told to," Sakina interrupted hastily. "I see we'll have to fix that bad habit of yours." She turned to her assistant. "Open this cell door." Ren's eyes widened in fear as her assistant fumbled with the keys. He didn't want to come face to face with Sakina's gun. He didn't want to die. He simply sat there on his lumpy bed, heart beating wildly, waiting for Sakina to come in and do something. The door to his cell slid open slowly, squeaking. Every inmate was quiet as they tried to get a glimpse of what the brutal Warden was going to do to Ren. A crooked smirk swept its way across her face as she slowly walked into his cell. Sakina knew the boy in front of her was scared out of his mind because of her, and she loved it. "Do you know what we do to misbehaving rats like you?" Sakina asked threateningly as she tauntingly placed her gun's barrel into his head. Ren slowly shook his head, sweat dripping down. Enzo watched from his cell and held his breath. 'Sakina wouldn't kill him here, would she?' he thought to himself. 'She's cruel but ...' BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Everyone jumped as the sudden loud ringing echoed throughout the entire division, followed by crackling and static noises. "Miss Sakina! Miss Sakina!" Ren knew that voice. It was Taji's. He was calling her over the intercom. Sakina cursed under her breath and withdrew her gun, placing it back in its concealed holster. "What do you want, you loopy freak?" she asked, pressing her small earpiece. "Could you come to my office, just for a short while, dear Sakina?" Taji asked. Sakina sighed exasperatedly and whirled out of Ren's cell. "I'm on my way. This better be worth my time." She walked furiously out of her block. "Lock the rat's door!" she commanded to her assistant. ........ Sakina opened Taji's office door and walked in promptly. The Director's office was spacious and bright. The sky blue walls and colorful children's rugs did not fit such a gruesome prison. Toys were scattered all over the place. There at his desk, was Taji, fussing over a Rubik's Cube. "Oh hello, Miss Sakina! Have a seat!" Sakina plopped down in one of his comfy sofas. "What do you want, Taji? I have a bunch of rats to look over." Taji gave up on his cube and tossed it aside, picking up a handful of colorful balls. "We have much to discuss, Sakina dear. But first, may I say you're looking rather radiant today?" Sakina shot him a glare from her cold grey eyes. "Cut the crap, Taji. Speak." Taji nodded. "You see, dear Sakina, we seem to have a rat who nosed his way in," he said, happily juggling the colorful balls. "I do believe he's what Los Desesperados would classify as a 'spy'. And our records indicate he's in the B-Block - your jurisdiction." Sakina's eyes widened in shock. "How could someone sneak in under your watchful eyes?" Taji asked. "Miss Sakina, the brutal Warden. Sakina, the cruel beauty. The names go on!" "Well what do you expect when you bring in a raggedy group of unknown rats?" Sakina viciously defended herself. "No one told me anything! Nothing! Don't blame me, Director." Taji chuckled and stopped juggling. "Oh heavens! Dear Sakina, I would never blame you. Even if this IS your fault. All I ask is that you find and eliminate this ... spy. Do it, before I do." Sakina stayed quiet. She hated being ordered around. "I'll do it. Just give me a few-." "We don't have time to waste, Miss Sakina," Taji interrupted, picking up a harmonica. "Find the spy. And end him. Unless you want me to send my personal team to sniff him out and take care of you later?" "Are you trying to say I'm incompetent?" Sakina asked angrily, jumping to her feet. Taji shook his head and held his hands up as if they would fend the aggressive lady away. "Oh heavens no, Miss Sakina! I would never imply such a thing, no matter how truthful it is." Sakina gritted her teeth. "You watch what you say, Taji," she threatened in a low voice. "Or else I can't be responsible for what my gun does to you." She pulled out her pistol quickly and jabbed its barrel into Taji's neck. He chuckled nervously. "Now, now, Miss Sakina. Let's not get violent here." She withdrew her gun back into its holster and walked back to the sofa. "Leave my division alone. I don't need your rats sniffing around." Taji mockingly wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, Miss Sakina! Must you refer to them as that? You'll hurt their feelings!" Sakina scoffed and walked out of his office. "Whatever. I do things my way. This meeting is over." Taji smiled as he eyed her glamorous body. "Indeed, Miss Sakina. Indeed." LOS DESESPERADOS: DAY 3 Hajiro sighed. "Is everything alright, Hajiro?" Ren asked worriedly. He had been by Hajiro's side all day, tending to his daily tasks at hand. His Vault had well over two thousand Prison Points now. Hajiro looked up with stressed eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a little stressful lately. The Director just informed all the staff members of a spy." "A spy?" Ren repeated incredulously. "In here? Why?" "You've heard the stories and rumors of Los Desesperados," Hajiro said. "Seems like now government officials from Lugar Muerto, Espada, and Kusagani want to investigate for inhumane punishment. As the Gatekeeper, it's my job to make sure this place maintains control at all times." Ren rubbed Hajiro's back reassuringly. "Don't worry, sir. You can do it. You always pull through!" Hajiro smiled. "You're a good kid, Ren." Ren blushed. "Th-thank you, Mr. Hajiro sir." Hajiro smirked, showing his perfect white smile. "Shut up. I told you to drop the 'sir'." Ren bowed for forgiveness and sat down in one of the comfy chairs in Hajiro's office. "Well why does Kusagani or any of those other countries want to know about Los Desesperados?" he asked, quickly changing the subject. "Los Desesperados doesn't belong to any one country, so it's really secretive. If something suspicious is going on, then they'll want to do everything they can to find it out," Hajiro explained. "It'll be hard for them though. We're not marked on any map. Hell, Los Desesperados isn't even stationary!" "What do you mean?" Ren asked. Hajiro smirked proudly, as if he was waiting an eternity to say this. "Los Desesperados is a mobile island. The Director chooses where we go. Sometimes we stay anchored for days. Other times we travel miles in a day!" "Why?!" Ren asked. He was shocked to hear this. "Safety reasons," Hajiro said calmly. "It prevents jail breaks from outside sources. And, should any prisoner escape, good luck finding their way to land. They're better off staying in here than trying to break out." Ren nodded. That was very smart. A mobile prison would be very hard to track down and sabotage. "Wow. That's Taji's idea?" Hajiro nodded. "It's probably his only good idea, ever since he made this place." "Taji made this place?" Ren asked. "He looks pretty young for a place that's been around for a long time." "Well, his father established it," Hajiro clarified. "Taji just took over after his father is ... simply put, dying of old age." "Wow. I would have never expected for Taji to be like that," Ren said. "Well, Taji's been very straight laced and corporate minded ever since he was young," Hajiro said. "And now, at his prime age of thirty two, he's trying to make up for his deprived childhood. Hence all the children's toys and childlike ... personality." Ren looked down and pushed his hair behind his ear. "Do you think ... he's fit to run this place? He doesn't seem competent." "You never know Ren," Hajiro said calmly. "He might actually be smarter than we think. The mobile island was a pretty good idea." Ren laughed. "Yeah, the rocking is pretty relaxing at night." Hajiro chuckled. "And it keeps the prisoners at bay." He stared at the pretty young boy in front of him intently. "You know, you're really pretty for a guy," he said in a softer voice. Ren blushed brightly, evident against his paler skin. He was at a loss for words at Hajiro's sudden compliment. "You'll have to be careful, or else I just might bend you over this desk right now!" Hajiro said. He laughed. "I know it sounds weird, but I'm pretty glad you came here." Ren looked at the handsome man before him. "R-really?" Hajiro nodded and looked out the windows behind him. "Yeah. It gets really depressing here sometimes. It's a prison, so there's not much to do to begin with." "Being with you, I'm glad I'm here too," Ren said quietly. Hajiro glanced at Ren with a sharp look in his eye. "You must want to get fucked, don't you? Saying stuff like that." Ren felt his heart pound heavily, like it was trying to burst out of his chest. 'Oh my god! This is it!' he thought to himself. "Um, I know I just met you a few days ago," he said softly, "but if it's you ... I'll do anything." Hajiro felt a blush creep up to his face as he stared at the young man in shock. "So you're saying you would let me do you however I want?" Ren couldn't believe he was having this conversation with Hajiro. 'How did this turn so sexual so quick?' he thought to himself. This all sounded so unreal. "Y-yes, sir." Hajiro gritted his teeth. "What did I tell you about that 'sir'?" He slammed his fist down on his desk. "Come here. I'll teach you not to call me that ever again." Ren felt lightheaded as he slowly walked around the Gatekeeper's desk, as if he was in a trance. He stood still, looking down at the powerful man sitting in the chair. Hajiro smirked as he pulled Ren down onto his lap, straddling him. He gripped Ren's ass with his strong hands, caressing them roughly. Ren moaned and hugged Hajiro. The Gatekeeper's rough goatee tickled his smooth neck. He felt safe in Hajiro's lap. "I don't want to leave." Hajiro's fingers wandered into Ren's pants, rubbing his hole with his finger. "Someone already take this?" He slowly pushed in one finger into the hole. Los Desperados Ren gasped as he shamelessly grinded himself into Hajiro's lap. His head was spinning in lust. "Y-yes, but I want it to be you!" Hajiro smiled. "Maybe some other time, kid." He pulled out his finger and fixed Ren's pants. Smirking, he looked up into Ren's lust filled eyes. "You should head back to your cell. That's all for today." Ren looked devastated. He pressed his body more into Hajiro's. "Please, Hajiro! Don't tease me!" He ran his slim fingers through Hajiro's spiky hair. "I want you now!" Hajiro's smirk faded. "I said later. Now get off me." His soft voice returned to the deep and stern one he used for announcements. Ren sighed in defeat. He rubbed his hand down Hajiro's muscled chest as he slowly slid off. He felt angry yet sad. 'So close!' he thought. 'Why?' Ren trudged sadly back to B-Block. He kept replaying the events over in his head, thinking of what he could have done or said to get Hajiro to go all the way. 'I want him inside me so bad!' he thought to himself in the silent halls. 'I wonder how big he is? What if he's too rough?' "Hey! You there!" Ren stopped and turned around. Two men were running towards him. Before Ren could react, they had already pinned him to the ground. "Stop struggling!" one of them shouted in a deep voice. "State your name and identification number!" Ren tried to worm his way from under the man, but it was useless. "Ren Daida. Member 909." One of the two men looked it up in his personal computer. "It says here you reside in B-Block. Why are you here in the A-Block?" Ren grunted. "I work here for the Gatekeeper! His office is on the top floor!" The man pushed Ren into the floor. "We know where his office is! Why are you here walking alone? That's suspicious!" "I was talking to the Gatekeeper!" Ren cried out. "I was on my way back to my cell anyways, before you tackled me!" The men looked at each other. "This is very suspicious," one said to the other. "We better take him in." They lifted Ren off the ground and escorted him to B-Block. They did not take him to the inmates' quarters, but instead stopped before a large white metal door. They knocked three times, echoing. The door cracked open and out peeked Sakina's assistant. "How may I help you?" she asked in an innocent voice. "We have a suspicious body here," the men said. "He was walking alone in the A-Block, but resides in B-Block. Take him to Sakina." Ren's heart fell. 'Sakina?! She'll kill me!' The door opened wider and Ren found Sakina sitting behind her desk, looking aggressive and menacing as usual. The two men thrust Ren into the office and left. "Stand up rat," Sakina said coldly. Ren dusted himself off as he got on his feet. He looked around the office. It was all white and plain, save for a few fancy computer screens behind her. "So, you think we have a free roam policy or something?" Sakina asked. "When the bell rings, you head straight back to your cell!" she yelled angrily. "Is that so hard to comprehend?" She sighed in annoyance. "Ugh. You rats don't know anything." "E-excuse me, but I was employed by the Gatekeeper," Ren clarified meekly. Sakina eyed him. "Oh? Hajiro asked you to work for him?" She laughed cruelly. "Doing what? Polishing his shoes and plants?" She twirled her long hair around with her fingers. "Fine. I believe you." Ren sighed softly. "Th-thank you, Miss Sakina. May I head back to my cell now?" Sakina shook her head. "No. Not yet. It's been three days since you've been here, and yet I know nothing about you. Name?" "Ren Daida." Sakina glanced down at her computer and scoffed. "Terrorist bombing. You're such an idiot. Why the hell would you even think of doing something like that? It's not like it would change your pathetic life anyways." She waved her long fingernails around, as if she were shooing away a moth. Ren gathered the remaining courage he had and looked the Warden in the eye. "I was falsely accused, Miss Sakina. I understand your position here in Los Desesperados, but with all due respect, I would like to say that you're wrong and you're the idiot!" Everything was quiet except for Ren's panting. Sakina stared at the blonde boy in absolute shock. No one had ever defied her nor insulted her. She cracked a small smile on her face. "Well well. Looks like the little rat has a backbone after all," she said to her assistant, gesturing to Ren. Her eyes quickly locked back onto Ren. "I'm impressed with you, rat. You have a little of my respect." Ren bowed deeply. "I apologize, Miss Sakina. I never meant-." "Stop." Her cold voice cut him off once more. "Don't apologize. If what you said is true, then why are you here?" Sakina asked. "False imprisonment is a serious issue." Ren felt tears force their way up. "I-I don't know! I told them I didn't do it! I don't know who did, but I didn't bomb Railway 909!" The Warden was quiet. "You may go," she said in a softer voice after some time. "I apologize for the inconvenience." Ren nodded and walked out of the office slowly. Did that just really happen? 'Sakina ... apologized! To me!' he thought. He walked back to his cell, where a prison guard shut and locked his door behind him. "Ren! Psst! Ren!" It was Enzo. Ren turned around. "Yeah? What?" "Is everything alright?" Enzo asked. "You were in the Gatekeeper's office for a long time. He fuck you?" Ren chuckled. "I wish. I really do. But no. We just talked and I ran errands for him." Enzo smiled. "You'll have to tell me how he is when you lay with him. Most of us here are dying to know about him!" Ren gripped the bars of his cell and smirked. "Wow. I didn't know these fellows are ... so submissive. The way they act all big and tough, who knew they'd bend over for Hajiro?" Enzo laughed and shrugged. "Hey, sometimes we like to be a woman for a while. Get plowed and enjoy it. You're lucky, Ren." Ren smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. "I sure am, aren't I?" "Oh! That reminds me!" Enzo exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "There's a surprise for you! Turn around." Ren turned and gasped. In the darkness of his cell, he didn't see it when he first walked in, but now he saw it clearly: the big man from the showers. The man got up from the creaky bed and walked towards Ren, backing him into the bars. "I got you all to myself," he said in a husky voice. He kissed Ren's neck and held his hand around it. "I paid a lot of Prison Points to fuck you tonight." Ren looked at Enzo with confusion. "Inmates can temporarily buy a different cell with Prison Points," Enzo explained quietly as the man stripped Ren of his clothes. "He bought your cell for the night." Ren sighed as the man carried him effortlessly to the bed. It was useless to fight back, and he was feeling a bit horny after Hajiro's teasing. "You can fuck me. Just make sure to close the curtains." He gestured to the curtains hanging over his cell door. The man smiled wildly. "Ooh! You want this to be private?" He eagerly slid the curtains shut, blocking anyone from sneaking a peek. Enzo sighed in frustration. It wasn't long before Ren's moans floated out, getting almost everyone in B-Block excited and hard. The bed creaked as the big man rammed in and out. "Ow! What's ... your name?" Ren asked through clenched teeth. "Razor," he answered in a deep growl. "Remember it, bitch. You'll be screaming it out from tonight onwards." Ren had a feeling that Razor was telling the truth. He wrapped his skinny legs around Razor's thick body and pulled him in for a wet kiss. Saliva flew everywhere. Ren felt stretched more than he had ever been. Razor was much thicker than Enzo. ........ Sakina's personal assistant burst through her quarter doors breathlessly. "Miss Sakina! Quickly! The Director has summoned you once again! He says it's urgent!" Sakina closed her eyes and cursed to herself. "Damn it, that loopy punk doesn't know what he's doing." She sighed in annoyance. "I'll be on my way." She shooed her assistant out and sat up in her bed, staring at the clock. 11:32 p.m. She changed back into her Warden uniform and placed her gun's holster on her hip. She grabbed her hat and headed out the door, heels clicking on the floor. She met Hajiro in the elevator as they rode it all the way to the top floor. He had changed out of his uniform into a casual sweat suit. "Sakina, it's late," he said calmly. "Shouldn't you get out of those intimidating clothes?" "That's what I thought," she replied coldly, crossing her arms. "Apparently Taji doesn't think so. I have another meeting with him." She blew her hair out of her face. Hajiro chuckled softly. "If only we were in a different world ... the things I would do to you, Sakina." The cruel Warden shot a glare at him. "Don't try to woo me, Hajiro. I'm not interested." The elevator stopped as she quickly walked out, leaving the Gatekeeper behind. She opened Taji's office door without even knocking. "Please, sit Sakina dear!" Taji offered with a wide grin. The wind-up robot danced across his black steel desk. Sakina seated herself on the plushy sofa and sighed angrily. "What now, Taji? It's late." The Director pushed his glasses up. "It's about that spy I told you about earlier, Sakina dear. How has your search been?" Sakina hesitated. She hadn't done a single thing about it. "I'll need more time. I'm only one person. Unless you want me shooting everyone in that place, I'll be finding this person in secrecy on my own schedule." Taji frowned. "No no no! Miss Sakina, you can't waste any more time!" He pounded his fists on his desk like a child. "This spy must be removed by all means necessary! If I have to destroy the entire B-Block, that's what I'll do!" Sakina's beautiful face twisted with anger. "You can't do that, Director! If anything, what about the Gatekeeper? Hajiro hasn't do-!" Taji held up his hand, cutting her off. "Hold that thought Miss Sakina." He pressed into his earpiece and listened as the voice crackled from the other side of the line. A smile crept onto his face. "Never mind. You're free to go, Sakina dear," he said after some time. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." Sakina narrowed her beady grey eyes. "Not at all, Director." She got up and slowly made her way towards the door, as if she was expecting Taji to say something else. She was right. "Oh, and Miss Sakina?" The Warden stopped and turned around. "What is it, Director?" A wild smirk found its way across Taji's slim face. "We found that spying rat."