Love Riot

Summary – Tom Hanson, a reporter/camera man for the local news station, get stuck in a bad position when the inmate body goes on a rampage and a riot inside the local jail. Doug/Tom, Booker/Tom, Fuller/Tom.

A/N – Yes, slash. I have written this before and I have no problems with it myself. Hope you all like. By the way, this is AU.

Love Riot

Chapter 1 – Assignment


Tom Hanson, the hottest television personality around; sighed as he looked at his current assignment. Sure, the prison system had a lot to be desired but most of the men inside where hardened killers. He had just reported on the local serial killer – Adam Fuller – just that week. It was the court hearing and Fuller had been condemned to death. Fuller was homosexual. He would rape young boys before killing them. He said he was looking for the perfect mate – he had looked directly at Tom as he said that, before being pulled out of the court room by four correctional officer’s.

“Come on, it ain’t that bad,” Booker, his boss, said with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah – you ain’t the one that basically put Fuller behind bars,” Tom glared.
“But I am still your boss,” Booker said as he came from around the desk. He lifted his hand to trace Tom’s ear gently; “You’re the best one I have,” he said finally. Dennis and Tom had been in a relationship since they had met. Their company really didn’t mind this sort of relationship just as long as they got their jobs done.

“All right, all right, but I still won’t be happy about it,” he glared. Dennis just laughed and placed a sloppy kiss on Tom’s lips.
“When you get back I’ll make it up to you,” he said.
“You had better,” Tom muttered as he took the file and stalked out of the office.


Greenville Correctional Facility was the most secured prison in New York State. There was one inmate to a cell and over fifty hundred cell’s. It was built in the classical wagon wheel, which came to be with the Philadelphia East State Prison of which the word Penitentiary was derived for.

Doug Penhall was just one of these hardened inmates. He was in for armed robber and kidnapping. He had fifteen years, but with the death of another inmate, he had gotten another ten. Which really didn’t make sense, who would have though that killing a person who was a child killer and murderer would get you more time when in actuality you were doing society a favor?

He leaned back, he was in one of the better houses because of his good behavior, he had a television and good food. He would be able to actually eat some of the things his Mom sent him. Of course they were always scanned for thing he could use to shank the guards or other inmates with, but that was besides the point.

Beside him was the local newspaper – the picture of Fuller and the young reporter that put the killer away was blatantly posted on the first page. The reporter was young and cute – with black hair that hung over his eyes. Doug imagined them to be brown, he licked his lips, just enthralled with the younger man. He had heard that Fuller had also been after the reporter – almost was able to claim him as the police poured into the house and arrested him before he could do anything to the young man.

Doug figured that if he could get out early, he would go in search of Tom Hanson. The man of his fantasies.


Tom gave the warden a look as he sat down; “My boss called you,” he said simply.
“He did indeed,” Warden Joseph said.
“So, what’s the problem?”
“Look, your young and naive, but the men in here – well, they are hardened criminals and always pose a threat, especially to someone like you. If they’re straight outside, than they’re homo in here. I can’t tell you how many people do get raped in here, though they’d never admit it,” Joseph said.
“Er – but I’d be with a correctional officer and most of the interviews are done behind glass,”
“I have to tell you this, the inmates are just rattled, just waiting for a war. This isn’t exactly the best time for a reporter. But the state thinks it might help to show that we are doing our job and all that snot,” Joseph sighed.
“What sort of war?” Tom couldn’t help but be slightly curious.
“That, young man, is going to get you into trouble, curiosity, fickle thing,”
“Again, what sort of war? A gang war?”
“Nothing like that, some treatment of the inmates has gotten out of control, though I don’t have enough proof to suspend any of the officers. A riot is sure at this point,”
“Why not just get new officers then?”
“It isn’t that easy; I have good officers, just a few have anger management problems and that’s putting it nicely,”
“Ah,”
“So you see, that is why I am very reluctant to let this documentary go through, at least right now,”
“And what am I supposed to tell my boss?” Tom asked. Booker sometimes got odd and when something didn’t go his way, he took it out on Tom’s ass. A paddle at this point didn’t much appeal to Tom.
“I don’t know,”
“So, can we do a quick tour then? Just enough footage to put together and maybe I could come back in a couple of weeks?”
“Well….a short one, I suppose would be all right….we’ll put you in A House, that’s where most of the less dangerous types are. They don’t go and come freely though, so I’ll put you with Sal,” Joseph said as he stood, Tom followed and they shook hands.
“Thank you, you’ve save my ass,” Tom said.
“Maybe not,” Joseph shook his head as he pressed a button.
“Sal, would you please show Mr. Hanson here around A House? Just a couple hour stint though,” Joseph said.
“Sure thing Coach!” Sal saluted before dragging Tom behind him.
“What are they thinking…?” Sal muttered and they walked down the office building hallway; “Putting a kid like you in such a assignment?”
“I tried to get myself out of it,” Tom hastened to defend himself.
“No good will come of this, mark my words,”
“In pen or sharpie?” Tom asked.
“Laugh it up, kiddo,” Sal muttered.

They stopped in front of A House; it was a huge brick building and Tom could hear the inmates from inside. He hooked up some wires from his book bag to the camera he had come equipped with. It wasn’t big and bulky but it wasn’t small either. He double checked to make sure the batteries were at full power before he nodded to Sal that he was ready. The light went green and he was rolling.

“This is A House, where the less dangerous types are housed. They’re mostly in for stupid stuff like burglary and what have you,” Sal said as he led Tom up a flight of stairs. “There is one man per cell, it’s quite big, but its one of the newer units, built just this year. We have bullet proof glass here…” he banged against the glass of one cell. The man within was tall and blond and buff.

“What the fuck are you doing, Sal?” the man asked.
“Now, now, Penhall, don’t get your panties in a bind, I’m showing a reporter around,” Sal pointed a thumb at Tom. Penhall maneuvered to get a look at said reporter and was surprised to find that it was his man.
“Your hot, wanna help me cool you off, man?” Penhall smirked.
“Er – no thanks,” Tom muttered. He had been propositioned before, but usually the guy was drunk, and he had Dennis to protect him. This was a bad idea, he realized as Penhall growled.
“All right, moving on then,” Sal didn’t touch Tom but he motioned for Tom to keep moving. Penhall smirked, anyone who even touched Tom would die when he got his hands on them. However, he wasn’t exactly sure Tom knew he was all ready owned.

“Man oh man oh man….” Sal muttered. The inmates they passed whistled and hooted when they caught site of Tom. It was mostly teasing, but Sal was sure that something would happen by the time their tour was over.


“Well, that’s A House,” he said, it was an hour and a half later and they stood just inside the building, there was a small office and Sal had retreated there with Tom. It wasn’t exactly quiet but Tom looked shaken up. Sal poured the boy some coffee.

“Look, whatever its worth, at least I won’t lose my job, you really are helping me out here,” Sal shrugged.
“Gee, thanks,” Tom muttered, the sludge felt good in his mouth.
“I just wouldn’t take another tour here, Penhall seems to think he owns you,” Sal said.
“Oh? How’d you come upon that?” Tom asked.

Sal wasn’t able to answer as the inmates seemed to be yelling even louder and they heard the clear sound of running. A battle cry went up and Tom lunged to lock the door to the small office.

“They got out,” he said, turning to Sal who was white in the face.
“Oh shit,” Sal cursed.
“No du-uh, Sherlock, now what do we do?” Tom asked.
“I….I don’t know…”
“Shit,” now it was Tom’s turn to curse. Out side there was banging on the door.
“Sal, Hanson! Get out here!” it was Penhall. Tom shivered at just remembering how Penhall looked at him.
“Sal, we have to get out of here,” Tom insisted. Sal looked up as if a light bulb just flashed in his head.
“I know,” he pulled the desk over to the door to make it harder for the inmates to get in. Then he and Tom secreted Tom’s camera in a cubby hole that was covered with a picture. Then Sal showed Tom the secret passage.

“Just in case of a riot,” he said as he pulled it open. The stairs below them went down at an odd angle but they both scrambled down. Tom carefully lowered the lid and tried not to make too much noise as he did so. Hopefully, no one would find it till they were somewhere safe.


Chapter 2 – Safe Keeping

Doug Penhall was intent on catching Tom Hanson. He had all ready claimed the man in his mind, now all he had to do was find him and take him like he imagined ever since that day he had seen the article in the newspaper. However, as the word of his claiming was going on through the ranks, he realized that Fuller also had a thing for the younger man.

Adam Fuller had killed twenty young boys; he was after Hanson to actually keep. He had prepared a place in his home to keep Hanson -- Now, Doug needed to let if be clear that Hanson was his. He faced off with Fuller standing no more than a meter from him.

“I was here first, thank you very much,” Doug said.
“So, he was mine first,” Fuller replied with a glare.
“I don’t know who your kidding, but I’m top dog here, not you, your at the bottom of the ladder, man,” Doug said with a smirk.
“Why don’t we make this a game then, the first person to find Hanson and take him will own him, neither of us can argue that, now can we?” Fuller suggested.
“A game, uh?” Doug rolled his eyes, squinted and then nodded.
“Sure, we can do that,” he smirked.


“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Tom muttered. They didn’t know which housing unit they were under, but they could hear the riot from there. The inmates were going bonkers and there was nothing he could do to escape it. He knew he wasn’t safe. And boy was he wishing for Booker right about now, to punch the living day lights out of really.
“Look, don’t worry about it,” Sal said, trying to make Tom feel more at ease. Not that he felt at ease but he had lived through three riots, this was Tom’s first and he wasn’t even hardened by life on the inside, as an inmate or officer.
“Sorry, just nervous,” Tom shrugged.
“I know, it’ll be fine,”
“What if they do find us? Penhall and all them guy’s?”
“Well, neither of us would be hurt, really hurt anyway, Penhall owns you, he’d thank me for getting you away from trouble,” Sal said.
“You keep saying that,”
“Well, he will own you, if I know him, which I do,”
“Shit,” Tom sighed. They moved on and soon they found a series of doors.
“What is this?” Tom asked.
“A nice place to wait, let’s see if we can reach the Warden,” Sal said. They searched the doors, each had a cot and normal amenities of the warehousing up above. But these were for those who would find their way here. There was a storage room full of imperishable foods. And then, there was the office.

“Here is a phone, what’s the direct line to the warden’s office?” Tom asked.
“555-8900” Sal replied, Tom pushed in the numbers and was glad when the phone rang, soon, someone answered, but it wasn’t Joseph.
“I was waiting for you to call,” it was Fuller. Tom didn’t know what to say or do, but he one thing, he slammed down the phone and turned to Sal; “We have to get out of here, now,” he said. But, Sal wasn’t there, Tom gulped. This just wasn’t his day.

He quietly poked his head into the underground hallway; “Sal?” he whispered. Afraid to actually yell in case the inmates could hear them.
“Over here,” Sal said. He came out of the store room.
“Damn it, don’t do that to me, almost gave me a heart attack,” Tom glared.
“I was hungry,” he said, munching on a pop-tart.
“Fuller knows where we are, we gotta go,”
“How can he? Only me and the warden know about the secret passage ways,”
“Well Fuller answered the wardens phone, so either Joseph is dead or he was able to escape,”
“Most likely dead, Fuller would do that sort of thing,” Sal shrugged.
“And you aren’t even upset?” Tom asked with a bland look.
“It would have taken a while for the inmates to get up there, Joseph had plenty of time to escape,” Sal said.
“Let’s hope so, now let’s get out of here, we can’t stay here forever,” Tom said.

They lingered long enough to grab a few things from the store room before going on down the underground path. Tom hoped they would be able to get to the outside world before anyone caught him.


Doug prowled the office building, when he had gotten there (way before Fuller but that was besides the point) – he could have sworn that he had seen someone disappear behind a wall. This wall was right in front of him and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to make it open. He opted for sitting against it, maybe if he just thought about it; he would be able to work it.

Either way, he had hit pay dirt when he heard voices, in the office buildings it was much more quieter than in the inmates dorms. But he knew that voice, it was Tom’s. He stood and turned back towards the wall, as it swung open, he saw that Sal was with his prey.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Tom was saying, he was closest and neither of them had seen Penhall yet. That was, till Penhall dragged Tom out of the secret passage and slammed him up against a stable wall.

“Found you, Tommy,” Penhall smirked.
“Shit,” Tom couldn’t help but mutter.
“What, aren’t you excited to see me?”
“No, get off me!” Tom struggled to get out of Doug’s grasp, but a back hand made him rethink this.
“Shut up,” Doug ordered quietly. Tom could hear Sal yelling from behind the rotating wall, but he apparently couldn’t work it again. He would be no help. A yell from the left side of the hallway brought Doug to inattention of his prey and Tom took this chance to break away and run down the hallway.

He didn’t hear neither Fuller or Penhall yelling after him, but he could hear their footsteps. This spurned him on, but with one wrong turn he found himself pinned. In this hallway there was only a janitors closet, and that was locked.

“Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…” Penhall snickered.
“Fuck off, leave me be,” Tom replied with a growl. A cornered animal will lash out. Fuller and Penhall looked at each other, then back at Tom.
“I caught him first,” Doug said.
“He escaped,” Adam replied.
“So, what do you want to do? Share?”
“Share? You think we can do that?”
“We could have a three way,” Doug smirked. Tom looked around, if only there was a window or something he would have a better chance at escaping his soon to be rapists. But that was apparently out of the question.

“Tommy, we’re going to take good care of you,” Penhall said as he turned back to their prey. Tom knew his eyes were bugging out, between them they would be able to over power him. He shook his head as both men stepped towards him.
“Just do as we say and you won’t get hurt, too much,” Fuller explained. Tom sighed, rubbed his eyes and nodded. There was no way out of this. Penhall and Fuller smirked in satisfaction as they encircled him in their strong arms. It was an intimate hug, and he shivered as lips were pressed to his mouth and ear.

“Shall we then? Don’t know how much time we have,” Doug said.
“Yes, we should,” Fuller agreed. Tom wanted to fight, he wanted to hit them and run. But they had him in a tight grip as they led him down the eerily empty hallways. Shouts and yells could be heard from the yard still, and sometimes, a shot of a bullet from a gun.

They rounded one corner and pushed Tom into a room. It was small, two beds had been pushed together to make one big bed and there was a television on the night stand. The window was too high up to see anything out of, and it was pleasantly lit. Tom was turned to face his aggressors and Doug kissed him hard. He was pushed backwards and hands pulled at clothing – before he could really think about what was going on – besides the obvious – he and the other two were naked.

“I’ve…never done this before…” Tom said, not knowing why but somehow he had to get that point across.
“You’re a virgin?” Doug asked, a little surprised.
“Well, I….have a boyfriend but…we don’t do much…”
“Than we’re your first,” Fuller said.
“Pretty much, anyway we can make this not so…painful?” Tom asked. Doug and Fuller were quite taken by surprise, was this turning into consensual sex?
“Are you saying…?” Fuller started.
“Your going to do it anyway, right? So I might as well make it less painful. Besides, if my Boyfriend gets mad about it, that’s his problem. I told him I didn’t want to be here in the first place,” Tom shrugged. Both Fuller and Doug climbed onto the bed, they laid there for a few moments.
“This is odd, somehow I imagined it to be worse,” Tom said.
“Er – yeah…” Doug had to agree.
“I didn’t,” Fuller put out.
“What did you imagine?” Tom asked, looking curiously at the man.
“I wanted to go slow the first time,” Fuller sighed.
“Could have fooled me,” Tom muttered, Fuller put a finger over Tom’s lips.
“No more talking, you’re stalling like last time,” Fuller glared.
“Had to try,” Tom shrugged. Fuller shook his head but kissed Tom anyway. Doug moved down to get a good look at Tom, he was smaller than he and Fuller but he was deffinantly good looking. Doug started to stroke Tom’s unresponsive penis. Tom tried to wiggle away, but both Fuller and Doug had a good grip on him. A pinch to his side made him remember who was really in charge.

“Behave, or I’ll have to cuff you to the bed,” Fuller said.
“Sorry…” it was breathless. Fuller continued to kiss Tom while Doug busied himself with the cock in his hand. It didn’t take long before he got Tom writhing in his hands. “Just like putty,” Doug muttered.
“Which do you want?” Fuller asked.
“I’ll take down here if you want his mouth,” Doug smirked.
“All right, and then we will switch,” Fuller smirked back.
“Right,”

Tom did not like this plan much at all, but since he didn’t have any choice and since he didn’t want this to be a terrible rape, he opened his mouth when Fuller straddled his chest and arms. Now he was trapped with a cock in his mouth as Doug stuck a slickened finger into him – He wiggled a bit at the strange intrusion. He ran his tongue up and down Fuller’s shaft. Closing his eyes he tried to imagine it being Booker’s. He had given Booker a blowjob before.

“He’s so tight!” Doug sighed as he slid slowly into Tom.
“Just wait till you get a go at his mouth,” Fuller laughed, he was now shifting back and forth into Tom’s mouth as the man beneath him stroked him with a wet tongue. It was heaven. Doug was still putting himself into Tom. It felt good and he didn’t want that feeling to go away. Grabbing at Tom’s hips he buried himself to the hilt before pulling out slowly and going back in slowly. Fuller even matched this pace and it seemed as if they had all the time in world. Tom wanted it to stop; he wanted them to just get down. But they wouldn’t allow him to move and so all he could really do was hope that he could get Fuller to lose himself if he gave a good blow job.

He wiggled as Doug slowly put himself back in, hitting that spot in Tom that made him cry out. Fuller stopped and turned to Doug, “He seemed to like that,”
“I’ll do it again,” Doug smiled. Tom moaned around the cock in his mouth but Fuller and Doug ignored him as they continued on using him. They were desperate to come, but going slow was a torture they had both been planning all along. With their captive at their mercy, they could go as fast or slow as they wanted.

Tom took to swallowing Fuller to the hilt; Fuller seemed to like it since he moaned this time. Sucking Fuller like a Popsicle, Tom hoped to get him off sooner. Doug meanwhile was trying to distract Tom from this fancy by hitting his prostrate as much as possible. This sent shivers up Tom and he almost forgot what it was he was supposed to be doing. Fuller and Doug then started to speed up, but it wasn’t enough to make any of them come. But that wouldn’t last long. Tom continued to suck Fuller off as much as possible while his anus was abused by Penhall. It seemed like an eternity to Tom before both men came. He was forced to swallow the seed from Fuller while Penhall seemed happy to let himself go in his anus.

“Wow, that was better than I imagined,” Penhall sighed taking himself out of Tom. Fuller agreed and pulled out as well. This left Tom gasping for breath. He curled in on himself, trying to get himself together. He had to put it behind him and fast. Outside, he heard choppers circling the building, but the riot was still going on.

“Sshhh, sweetheart, its all right,” Penhall said, he moved the younger man easily into a hug. Tom couldn’t believe it, he was shaking and on the verge of crying, not that he actually would cry.

“Can I go now?” Tom whispered.
“Sorry, you’re safer here with us,” Fuller said. He got up and started to get dressed again. “Come on you two, there’s a van waiting for us, the riot will give us plenty of time to get away,” Fuller informed the other two men. He knew he would have to take Penhall along, the man wouldn’t leave Tom. The two got dressed, they handcuffed Tom and gagged him.


The old house was perfect, in its old Victorian style, it spoke volumes to people who passed it and not many people did. The van that Fuller had some how set up had been waiting for them and they had taken off for the country. Tom had been in the back the whole time and had been able to get a bit of sleep.

Now, Fuller unlocked the front door and showed the other men inside.
“Ah, I knew I kept this for a reason,” he said.
“Nice place,” Penhall whistled. Tom just stared at the ground.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry,” Fuller said, he went to the fridge which was stocked with all sorts of food. From the freezer he pulled out meat.
“Let’s grill tonight,” he said.
“We…nope, I’ll cut up some stuff to put on it,” Penhall said. He had Tom sit in a chair at the kitchen table.
“Hey, are you all right, Tommy?” Penhall asked as he went through the frig.

Tom didn’t answer the other man.


To be continued