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Thread: Jail Bird

Jack Keaton was a wild boy, but not the bad kind. One third Irish, one third Native American and one third whatever bunch of a pure white his father had been, he was interesting to look at deep hazel eyes, light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a lightly tanned face and something of an incredible facial structure. There was disappointment in his eyes when Jack arrived at the state penn. He'd finally been caught, and would be caught for a while held in some iron keep with only a few walls seperating him from the Indiana plains, his home. Jack was teased by those who could seek out the trace of Lakota Indian in his appearance, and those who couldn't see it made fun of his pretty face anyway. The guards liked to poke at anyone who wasn't a middle aged balding regular. Jack was miserable that day, or for most of it. It happened to be that day that he would see perhaps one of the most attractive men he'd laid eyes on. There he was, leaning against the wall of the cafeteria, shirt slightly open, smoking and talking to a few buddies. Soon Jack had passed him and was headed to get his own drab uniform of brown pants and a white shirt, but they would meet again very soon. In fact, he and the infamous John Dillinger would share a cell with two others.
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John Dillinger had been in the state pen for a while now and he was getting bored with nothing new ever happening. He stayed in a cell with two of his best friends and 'colleagues', managing to have one open bunk. He was getting some of the so-called 'food' and smoking when he saw the new kid get escorted in. Johnny's eyes followed that boy without shame, looking him up and down, nonverbally claiming him as his and everyone saw. One of the men went off and disappeared, working it so 'pretty boy' would bunk right under John, exactly where he should be in Johnny's mind. The escorts are believed to be there because the nature of the criminal, false, they're there so the new kid didn't get jumped on the way in. People who didn't know asked if it was pretty boy Floyd's younger brother, because of their startling good looks. Dillinger locked eyes with the boy, a confidant smirk on his face, knowing exactly what he wanted to do with that pretty mouth of his. The bell rang and he put out his cigarette, shuffling back to his cell, glad to see 'his' new little boy there already. He looked pleased, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on his bed, still looking at the kid what's yer name boy? he asked him flatly, still just as pleased up close to him. His hair was combed back loosely and he had a confident calm about him that few possessed. He had been there long enough to know how things worked and he didn't have to worry about the other inmates so life was swell. He even had certain guards on his side that were helping him come time for another all out escape plan. Standing in front of the boy, his legs were shoulder width apart, maybe a little further, and they were in the position they would most definitely be in later, with slightly less clothes.
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Jack was surprised to see the man's face again as the three other inmates filed in. He looked around at the three men in the cell, and recognized one of them as Alvin Carpis, another infamous bank robber. He remained sitting on the edge of his bunk, not sure whether to look up or just mind his own business. The man reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who. His expression was familiar, a smirk of interest, and the thin scar on the right side of his jaw.. Jack swallowed nervously and fiddled with the tips of his hair, as it was now down out of the ponytail and framing his face. He was surprised by the sudden inquiry, and looked up immediately at the speaker. The boy started off with a stutter, but then named himself accordingly he was intimidated by the situation. Um- Jack. Keaton. he replied, running a slender hand through his silky hair in an effort to look calm. He bit the inside of his lip and nodded to the other inmates, then looked up at the man. He just now noticed his shirtlessness and had to bite back a nervous schoolgirl-like reaction. It wasn't his fault, the guy had a terrific physique, not to mention a handsome face and plenty of confidence. Jack clasped his hands together between his knees, wringing them lightly. Are you...John Dillinger...? he asked bravely, finally placing the face, but still asking quietly.
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With eyebrows raised he smirked is that a question or are you telling me your name? he asked, laughing softly and showing off his perfect white teeth. He turned and smiled back at Al cute, isn't he boys? he said, looking him up and down. You live in Indiana and you don't know who I am? he asked, running a hand through his hair. A guard walked by lights out Johnny he said and kept walking. Sweet dreams Jack he told him, climbing up above and laying down, waiting for the Indiana heat to subside. After breakfast the next morning they had time to be out. A group of them found a table and played poker, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his shirt undone. He leaned forward and saw Jack looking around uncomfortably, winking at him Keaton! C'mere boy! he yelled, one of the men laughing quit it Johnny, he's scared to death he told him but said nothing else. Never mind he said, waiting for him to walk away and then whistling as he got the first good look at his ass damn. I cannot wait to hit that he muttered and lost the next hand, cursing.
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Night. Jack said quietly, waiting until the lights were all out before taking his shirt off, shaking a hand through his hair and finally attempting to get comfortable on the bunk. He slept uneasily, staring up at the bottom of Dillinger's bed and rethinking his life. Being imprisoned was somethig a guy had to get used to, and it was different. There were only so many things you could do, so many things you could say, so many places you could go. The freedom was extremely limited, and it cramped poor Jack immensly. He missed his friends, he missed running around and having bonfires, stealing chewing gum, sleeping under the stars.. That liquor store idea sure was a bad one. Jack was startled when he heard Dillinger yell his name, his hands instantly becoming clammy. He could tell he was only being messed with, but it still made him uneasy. After Dillinger laughed and let him go, he turned to go in, but was again disturbed by a loud whistle. Something in him stirred, and his lip twitched. The boy turned, staring at the men, then strode over. I know every game, nobody never beat me at poker, nobody but my old man. Jack said to John, sitting down in the empty chair with an unreadable expression...perhaps, confidence, a challenge masked by a slight shyness.
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How Jack was thinking was a common practice when young kids were thrown in the pen for the first time. After a while they got hardened and when they realized no one would hire them when they got out they just went back for more, the way Johnny had after holding up the grocery store. It was people like Johnny who made them grow up quicker and learn how to cope with their new lives. Him and his boys had been laughing when Jack showed up and sat down, Johnny leaning back and looking at him skeptically, the dealer waiting for Dillinger's say so to deal him in. Well, Keaton does have a pair of balls on him, deal him in Frank he said, leaning back and checking his cards. Everyone else was getting pissed cause it was Johnny and little pretty boy going back and forth, and they were the only two winning. They were betting cigarettes and liquor, and Johnny had gone all in. If Jack won he would probably get beaten up for not showing respect to his elders, but if he lost he might get beat up for being a pussy if he had better cards than the other male. In either case it was a lose-lose situation that wouldn't turn out well.
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Jack and Dillinger played back and forth for what seemed like a while, the rest of the group paying close attention while sitting with blank expressions. It was hard to tell what they expected from the kid. Jack kept a calm expression, hoping that Johnny didn't risk too much. He knew he might beat him, and he didnt want the loss to be too great for fear of pissing someone off. In the end, Jack got him with a full house, and he was silent for a moment, his heart fluttering fast. The dealer's lip twitched with an almost smirk, and Johnny's friend Walter let out a chuckle. Well by God Johnny-boy, he's a smart one. Jack looked over at the cigarettes and liquor, half hidden by the man standing beside him. It was easier to get away with that sort of thing in 1933. I don't drink... the boy spoke, pushing the bottle away with a finger, keeping his eye on Dillinger. Or smoke. He pushed the cigarettes away too, a little smile forming on his cute mouth. Jack got up from his seat and nodded to the men, a smirk tugging at his lip as he glanced at John, then walked away. He tried not to look too pleased with himself, but wasn't sure if it was working. The bell sounded, and the men laughed and started talking and clearing the table, not bothering to tease Dillinger and risk their asses getting whooped.
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Johnny was a little stunned, nodding in defeat and smiled, picking up the cigarettes and pocketing them, some of the boys making a protest I still beat you he told them, shutting them up quickly. He took a long drink of the liquor and left the rest of it for his boys, lighting a smoke and puffing on it to calm his nerves. The boy was good, and wasn't showy about it either. Find out what he got in here for he said softly to one of his boys, watching him go off. They had lunch and watched again as Keaton didn't know where to go. For God's sake someone call him over here he muttered, his pride too hurt to call him himself but not for someone else to call him over. Keaton! Get yer ass over here and siddown he said, running his words together. He grabbed his bread when he came over and took a bite out without a guard seeing, just looking at him in a silent 'say something and I'll beat your ass.' Dillinger was obviously interested in the boy and sat across from him, just looking at him. They were able to go outside then You don't drink but held up a liquor store? Johnny asked the boy when he passed him. I don't mind losin' but I don't take kind to liars he said flatly, his emotions masked as he looked at the boy.
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Jack ate lunch silently, finding he was more thirsty than hungry. He said nothing when Dillinger took his piece of bread, knowing that he would get him back later. That man was a teasing one. He listened to the conversation around him, but didn't bother to join in much. It was interesting to hear the other jailbird's chatter. He finished and left the moment they were allowed to leave, but still bumped into the sly Dillinger in the hall. How'd he find out about what he'd done...? A bit of an embarrassed blush crossed Jack's face. I'm no liar. There's other things besides liquor in a liquor store. Besides, wasn't my idea anyway. I was fine with the money. I guess grocery stores pay better though, guess I should try that next time Mr. Dillinger? Jack smiled with his hands in his pockets, hinting at Dillinger's hold up back in the day.
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Johnny laughed good naturedly, nodding you're right, a liquor store probably is a better bet, but most of the time they keep guns themselves and would rather shoot you than call the cops. I'm partial to banks actually. Loads more cash and the cops are always too slow to get there to actually do something he said, shrugging but that's just me. If you wanna go back to liquor stores, and not drink any of it, that's your business. Dillinger lit up again and took a deep inhale, letting out a stream of smoke from his nostrils. So, you look more like your mother then? You're too pretty to look like your father, unless your mom was the masculine one of the bunch. Huh? So which is it pretty boy? he asked him, laughing lightly.
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Jack leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. I do not look like my father. he replied flatly. Though, he did have some qualities from his father he would never know of or admit to. His face became ever slightly defensive. My supposed father was a filthy white man from Kentucky. The boy sneered for a moment. My grandfather was the son of an Indian chief and my grandmother was an Irish immigrant, so yes, I look like my mother. Pretty? I wouldn't say that. Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his embarrassment. If we wanna talk about attractiveness here, I'm surprised you haven't had any trouble here. I'm sure they were glad to see you here the first day. Jack snickered and looked away, trying to turn the conversation away from himself.
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Oh, I see I've touched a nerve. Note to self don't talk to Jackie about Daddy, touchy subject he teased, smirking at him. It was apparent that Jack was proud of his heritage, and didn't want to be a 'white guy from Kentucky' like many wished they were. Especially those Irish immigrants that everyone hated because of their religion and willingness to work where they themselves wouldn't. Johnny would most definitely call him pretty, not that it was a bad thing. If he was going to try and get with someone he didn't want to be with someone ugly. He laughed out loud alright his entire demeanor changed then. He backed Jack against a wall and put a hand on either side of him here's the difference Jackie boy. I can hold my own, in fact, I can do better than that. I can kick someones ass and leave them bleeding on the floor and then go and have lunch without batting an eye. They were miserable when they saw me come through those doors because they knew they'd have to step down off their pedestal he growled, turning at the hand on his shoulder I didn't even touch him Sam he told him but went with him nonetheless, winking back at Jack. The only thing he did was put him in his cell without dinner, not a very harsh punishment seeing as he'd get to see the boy in a few hours for bed.
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Jack was surprised at Dillinger's sudden reaction to say the least, and wasn't sure how to react. Biting back would get him nowhere, but acting as scared as he felt would make him vulnerable. So he ended up just standing still, eyes wide like a nervous rabbit, lips pressed tightly together. He was relieved when a guard passed them, but hoped they wouldn't punish him too badly. Afterall, it was only a little intimidation, and Jack could hold his own as well. Jack didn't see the man at dinner, but it did dawn on him that as this was his second night here, he'd be forced to take a shower, which wasn't something he'd looked forward too. The shower was one big room, big enough to hold about ten cells at a time, with dividers that came to one's hip, but no doors. Lovely. Jack waited until about half the men had rushed in and finished before taking a spot near the front. He stripped down quick and looked no one in the eye, letting his hair down over his shoulders and turning the water on. He used the wet curtain of hair to shield his face, hoping to avoid Dillinger if he was in a foul mood. Jack had a backbone too, and had to train himself not to get mouthy. Though, Dillinger's little speech had made him a bit nervous.
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Dillinger would have his own shower apart from the others because of the scene with Keaton. On top of that no one would dare mess with the boy when Johnny had clearly called 'dibs' so he had a relatively smooth experience. Because of this Jack would actually have twenty minutes or so while Dillinger was taking his shower and getting food before he went back to his cell, his face vacant of emotion besides the hunger in his eyes when he looked at Jack. He climbed up into his bed and waited for the lights to go out, dropping silently to the ground. Cold metal pressed to Keaton's throat and a low growl get up he commanded, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face into his crotch suck it and don't make a fucking noise if you want to keep your balls he hissed, waiting for him to respond.
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Jack was relieved when Dillinger didn't turn up in the shower, not feeling very confident about having to bathe publicly. He received a few curious glances, but it was only expected there weren't many long haired young men with lean bodies in the penn. Jack returned to his cell quietly, hair lightly damp and combed back. He was in bed and turned towards the wall before the lights were even out, his hazel eyes closing slowly. The next thing he felt caused him to wake up immediately. What... he began, sitting up and trying not to swallow against the blade at his neck. He cursed his long hair, feeling a hand tangle in the locks and pull him forward. Even in the dark he could see it was Dillinger. The request made him shiver. But... he began, I've never...done anything like that before, I don't know what I'm doing. The boy tried to reason, looking up at the man with puppy eyes. Usually guys in prison go for other guys not cause they're gay, but cause they're desperate, right? But...I'm actually gay, so...so...maybe you should choose another person? Jack finished whispering, giving a small, cute but nervous smile and hoping that Dillinger was really straight and would be turned off by an actual gay boy.
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Johnny raised an eyebrow oh good. We'll both enjoy this then he smirked, loving how he was trying to explain why he was doing this to him. Do you really want to know why I'm doing this? Because you're cute, and I want to see your cute mouth around my cock. I'm glad you don't know what you're doing, you'll be clean and my bitch, so start sucking he said to him, looking at him with the full expectation that he would be sucking him off in a matter of moments. Dillinger pressed the knife against his throat let's get to it he said finally, guiding his head forward so that his lips were touching the head of his member and then pushed his hips forward the less you struggle the sooner it'll be over he told him, though a struggle would turn him on even further, and instead of just getting his mouth he'd be taking his anal virginity first.
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Jack was starting to believe that Dillinger might in fact be very interested in boys such as himself. The words he spoke were slightly crude, but nevertheless made the kid blush. No one had ever talked to him in such a way, especially not an extremely attractive man. John was damn sexy, but he was damn dangerous as well, and the poor boy couldn't decide how to feel about it. He wiggled in the man's grasp as he was pushed forward, letting out a pitiful ow!. Johnny's grip was strong, and his fingers were deep in the boy's hair it was no use. Jack swallowed nervously, peering up at the infamous bank robber and wincing at the firm expression. He'd better do what he was told. Jack hesitated, but leaned forward a little, his soft boyish lips caressing the head of Johnny's cock. A shiver tickled his nape. He had no choice but to let the hard shaft glide over his tongue and delve into the warmth of his virgin mouth. It was a bit scary, but somehow, it turned him on in an embarrassed sort of way. Afterall, he did find Dillinger to be painfully handsome. Jack's wet little tongue twitched around the man's arousal, and he peered up again nervously, his pretty eyes searching for a response and his soft locks framing his face.
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Jack didn't struggle long, he couldn't take the pulling on his hair, which was normal. He could see the internal struggle going on within the hazel eyes of the younger male, trying to decide if he should do as he had been told or continue to fight him. Johnny made a soft sighing noise, his stance relaxing but held even tighter to his hair, pushing his hips forward so that most of his cock fit into the warm cavern. Saying that he was unskilled was an understatement swirl your tongue around and suck on it he told him, extremely turned on by the sight of his cute, innocent face looking up at him, his large cock pushed into his mouth. Jack was adorable, he would easily admit to that, and being the first one to touch something so pure was a gift he rarely forgot. Johnny's member throbbed in his mouth, the timid touches simulating him more than some who were skilled at working a penis with their mouths. Atta boy Jack he praised softly, something he did occasionally. As Jack was less timid he pulled the knife away from his neck and the hand let some slack fall in his hair so he wasn't pulling at the roots. He wanted the boy to be at least somewhat comfortable so that he wouldn't dread the act when he expected it of him again.
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Jack was relieved when Johnny let up on the knife and the hold. Now the fingers almost felt gentle or caring. Jack listened to the instructions, still trembling slightly in the man's grip. His cock was hot and hard in his mouth, like silk coated iron, and Jack figured that he was sensitive and it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. When he did, would he let him go? Or would he come in his mouth? Jack shivered at the thought. The boy tightened his lips a little and drew back, the moved forward again, his mouth massaging the eager arousal. He felt so embarrassed, so nervous, yet something was exciting him. His cheeks were lightly pink. John's member pushed forward deeper, and the boy let out a small surprised noise, his voice causing a delicious vibration without him knowing. He suckled towards the end of the throbbing arousal for a moment, both hands settling gently on the back of John's thighs. It was a strangely accepting gesture, like Jack was almost beginning to enjoy this... Another very quiet moan escaped the youth, and his eyes closed, allowing his hot mouth to continue the wonderful friction. His soft, shoulder length hair tickled John's hips lightly.
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Letting up on the boy was a good idea. He responded much better and actually held onto his legs as he sucked him off. Oh god, and the noises he was making, sending the delicious vibrations up through his cock, it was heaven. Sshhh he reminded him, they couldn't be loud or they would both be in trouble, even if he had forced Jack to take it. His hair was so soft and light, tickling at his hips, using his hands to pull his hair back away from his face, wanting to see his face as he sucked him off for the first time. His grip tightened yet again, though this time he was nearing his orgasm, and though he didn't want to waste the chance to spill his seed into the males mouth he pulled away and came into the toilet so there would be no evidence of the act. He ran a hand through his hair and went back to the boy, kissing him briefly on the lips you did a good job Jack he praised, cupping his cheek and kissing him again quickly before he hopped back up onto his bed and fell asleep almost instantly, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. In the morning he skipped breakfast and laid in his cell, sleeping. He finally got up when they were serving lunch and walked through lazily, not really making conversation with anyone, though his eyes kept finding the ass of the youngest male there, and he wasn't hiding it.