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Chapter Seven

Bob finally caught up with Frank who had gone inside and was sat at one of the tables alone looking deep in thought. Bob watched him for moment then went and sat down next to him, Frank looked up slightly and realized it was Bob and just looked back down.

"Frank... I'm sorry. Ever since we have been in here... I've been an ass. I guess I had to act like that to make people keep of our back and I got caught up in it. I'll make things right with Gerard... I've already told Bert to keep away." Bob said softly. Frank didn't say anything for a moment.

"Thanks Bob..." he finally croaked out. Bob smiled slightly.

"No need to thank, I'm just doing the right thing now"

"I no Bob, you're a good person... and I love you" Frank said looking ready to cry. Bob looked concerned for a moment then thought before replying.

"I love you to Frank... Is things okay?"

"Yeah, just I've been thinking a lot about Ray more recently... I'm really missing him, and we don't talk that much I'm just miss how things used to be." Frank said. Bob patted his back and sighed.

"Me two..." Bob Replied and then the bell rang signaling for Dinner.

The rest of the day slowly past... Bob and Frank and the others hung out casually and Gerard kept his distance trying to stay hidden. Luckily for Gerard they did not cross paths.

Finally the day was coming to an end and it was time for lock down and lights out. Gerard had already been in his cell 10 minutes before Bert had arrived and was on his bunk praying that nothing would happen.

As Bert walked in he saw Gerard lay on the bunk. He couldn't help but feel over powered by the voices in his head that were telling him to fuck him hard and after he would get the befit of listening to him cry, trying his best to hide it... He couldn't though after what Bob said it would just be asking for trouble... But how would Bob find out?

Bert jumped on his bunk and tried to think of something else in an attempt to fight the temptation. It was hard for him, still an hour later Bert was wide awake thinking about all the things he could do to Gerard.

Bert jumped of his bunk and paced up and down his cell for a few seconds and looked at Gerard... Gerard eyes were closed and he looked asleep but that didn't mean anything to Bert or even matter to be honest. Finally Bert made his decision on what he was going to do.

He slowly slid next Gerard onto his bunk; almost automatically as though he was prepared Gerard opened his eyes and tried to get past Bert of the bunk. What Bert didn't know was Gerard had been preparing for this sine Bert had entered the cell and decided he wasn't giving up without a fight.

"What's your hurry, Gee?" Bert said attempting to sound seductive. "I just want to talk to you." He lied.

Gerard's heart began to race. He had managed to get past Bert and was now stood against the wall looking for a place to hide but it was a small cell, where the fuck could he hide?

Before Gerard even knew what was happening, Bert was on him, tackling him to the ground.

Gerard hit the ground hard. He threw his arms forward in an attempt to break his fall, but the strength of the force Bert had used when tackling him was too much and he felt his head bounce off the cell floor. Bert pulled Gerard to his feet and dragging him back onto the bunk. Gerard could feel blood trickling from the back his forehead already. He knew he was in trouble, but he wasn't going to give up yet.

Fighting off a wave of dizziness and nausea, Gerard threw a punch at Bert; he couldn't allow this to happen, if he was going to survive in prison he would have to learn to fight.

It landed square on his chin, knocking Bert backwards. Gerard turned to try and get away from the bunk, but Bert grabbed him by his jumpsuit and delivered a hard blow to his midsection. Gerard fell to his knees, gasping for air.

Bert was suddenly on top of him, pushing him onto his back against the cold cell floor. He straddled Gerard's hips, grabbed his wrists, and pinned them to the ground.

"Well Gee i suppose if you don't like the bunk we can do it here"

"Get off me, you fucking son of a bitch!" Gerard gasped, unable to fully catch his breath. Managing to free his right hand from Bert's grasp he jabbed his fist into his nose.

"Trying to be a little fighter eh?" Bert said crooking his neck and sniffing slightly from the blow to the nose he had just received; easily Bert took control of Gerard's wrists again.

"Fuck you!" Gerard hissed.

Bert leaned down and placed his lips next to Gerard's ear. "No, Gee," he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you." He grabbed hold of his Jumpsuit and opened down the front.
Soon enough Bert had managed to shed the jumpsuit from Gerard and the tee shirt he had on underneath leaving Gerard as naked as the day he was born.

"Look how pretty -- just like a little girl," Bert said, running the tip of his tongue lightly down the pale, hairless skin of Gerard's chest.

"Turn Over" he suddenly ordered Gerard.

However Gerard continued to struggle, Bert tried rolling him over onto his stomach he was getting really annoyed at how much Gerard was struggling. Bert knew that Gerard wasn't planning on giving up soon so he punched him a couple of times in his stomach winding him and whilst Gerard was gasping for air he grabbed the jumpsuit and securely tied Gerard's hands together. Now Gerard was stuck with ideas of how to get out off this, he couldn't fight anymore with his hands tied up. So he went to scream and try and get the guards attention, surely there had to be a security guard on duty, even at this ungodly hour. As Gerard opened his mouth to scream Bert automatically used his hand to cover it and grabbed the tee shirt and used it to gag him. What the hell was Gerard supposed to do now?

He was suddenly rolled onto his stomach and felt his legs being forced apart. God, this can't be happening, he thought. Gerard's mind screamed the word No as Bert rubbed his hard-on against Gerard's ass. Gerard closed his eyes and clinched his butt, his entire body becoming rigid. He wasn't going to make it easy for Bert.

"Fuckin' bitch!" the Bert spat, unable to penetrate Gerard on his first attempt. He kidney punched Gerard then grabbed hold of his butt cheeks, forcing them apart roughly.

Gerard screamed through his gagged lips, the only sound that came out was muffled as Bert plunged the full length of his cock inside him. The searing pain was excruciating -- it felt as though his insides were being shredded. Then Bert let out a primal moan and began to move, sending fresh waves of agony through Gerard's body with every thrust. Gerard willed himself to go limp in a vain attempt to lessen the pain.

He could not bear the feeling of Bert's breath against his neck, the smell of him, the sounds of his grunts and moans, but he was powerless to stop him. He felt bitter tears of anger, pain, and frustration forming behind his eyes, but he forced them back. I won't let the fucking bastard see me cry again, he told himself.

Bert reached underneath him and groped him roughly. Gerard was shocked and horrified to discover that he was fully erect and leaking pre-come. "You love taking it up the ass, don't you, Gee?" Bert cooed in his ear. Gerard shook his head in disbelief that his body would betray him when every fiber of his being was repulsed by what was happening.

Gerard hadn't prayed in years, but as the assault continued, he began silently begging God to let him pass out. When that didn't work he asked God to please, please let it be over quickly. Either God wasn't there, or he chose to ignore Gerard's requests.
After what seemed like an eternity, Bert came inside Gerard and withdrew. Gerard retched with revulsion as he felt his rapist's semen and his own blood running out of him.

Gerard's body was shaking uncontrollably. Bert grabbed Gerard by his hair lifting his head slightly and ran his tongue along the side of his face. "Thanks, Gee," he said, letting Gerard's head fall back to the ground.

Bert sorted him self out and got on his bunk preparing himself for a well earned sleep. However, when he looked back down at Gerard he knew he had to do something.

Gerard was lay on the floor and if it wasn't for the sound of his slow heavy breathing Bert would of swore he looked dead. He was still tied up and gagged lay on his front with cum and blood leaking from his backside. It didn't look as though Gerard was planning on making any attempt on moving either. He had a distant look on his face.

Bert jumped back of his bunk to clean up the mess he had created (including Gerard) because if not chances were that Bob would find out and well, Bert defiantly didn't want that. He first went over to the sink and wet some tissue paper and came back over cleaning the mess of cum and blood up. Then he united his hands and straightened out Gerard's jumpsuit and clothed him again. It wasn't as thought Bert actually wanted to do this though, it was only because if not Bob would find out. Finally Bert went to un-gag him but first gave Gerard a warning.

"When i take this off your not going to make a noise right?" He waited for Gerard's reply but didn't get one Gerard just remained with the same distant look on his face. Bert shook him trying to get a response, as he shook him though he saw the cut on Gerard's head that was seeping blood "shit" he mumbled under his breath. He un-gagged Gerard and used the tee shirt on clean up the new gash on his head, it was now the second one Bert had given him. Luckily though, the gash was on the back off Gerard's head so it would be hidden behind his hair, meaning Bob wouldn't be able to see it.

Finally Bert had finished clearing up leaving no evidence of the assault on Gerard except the hidden cut on the back off his head and the bloody tee shirt that was now soaking in the sink. Bert jumped onto his bunk again preparing himself for a well earned sleep.

As Bert slept Gerard remained on the floor. He couldn't move he was in utter shock and disgust. How could that have happened? What was the worst part was he actually became hard. He body had utterly betrayed him. Not even for one second did he enjoy what happened; actually it repulsed him so much that he wanted to leave his own skin, so why the hell did he get hard?

As the small amount of light began to shine through the cell, Gerard realized that it was nearly morning and he hadn't moved all night so he decided to make his way back onto his bunk when his did he immediately regretted it, the pain was shooting from his backside was unbearable so he quickly waddled to his bunk and lay their.

Gerard couldn't help but wonder why the hell Bert had cleaned him up... maybe it was because he felt guilty and regretted it, and from now on was going to be nice to him... yeah right! It was only because in the morning the guards would have found out. Gerard felt stupid for even thinking otherwise.

Lay in the bunk Gerard was so worn out from last night that he was taken into a deep sleep. He missed Bert waking up and the bell for everyone else to wake up. Gerard completely slept though it all.

When Bert did wake up he was feeling very proud of himself. He left the cell and went down and sat with all the guys as per usual. He pulled out a cig and puffed on it not paying any attention to the skeptical look Bob was giving him.

"Bert, you didn't do anything to Gerard right? Bob asked. Bert looked over at him acting confused before he replied.

"What? Of course not, you told me not to..." Bert said acting as innocently as he possibly could. Bob nodded at him and turned away continuing a conversation he was having completely missing the smug look on Bert's face.