The next days were a dizzy whirl of events that spun around him. He was quiet and compliant, that seemed to best course, otherwise he might crack up.
He kept hearing George's words, "Tom, Tom the Pumkin Eater." Where did he get that mis=quotations? It was Tom, Tom the Piper's son, and Peter, Peter Pumkin Eater. This strange utterance must have come from his drunkenness.
He sat in a chair in the dining room, my head spinning. Everyone ignored me and seemed to comfort each other. He was definitely someone to be shunned.
The police came. The burly Sergeant was the first person to speak to me since the shooting. "A lover's quarrel?"
"No, his insults just hit something in me and I went crazy. I only meant to shoot in the air, or at the wall, but..."
Although he pleaded guilty, he had to hire a lawyer. The court would not appoint one as he was quite wealthy. How come? Well in better days George had settled over a million on me. He said that he was in the will for a third, but one never knows if that will come about. Now, as his murderer, he couldn't get that inheritance, but his own wealth was not able to be touched.
The lawyer and he had little regard for each other. He was from the same sort of folks as the family. He considered Tom an ungrateful servant. He recommended that pleading guilty as there was so many witnesses. "Hopefully, the judge will be lenient." Although his face and voice expressed doubt.
The trial was quick one. The only witness who was a bit in my favor was James, the butler. He recounted the abuse that Tom took. Walker, the old butler was clearly angry at Tom and favored his poor young master, George.
It ended up with the Judge being somewhat in Tom's favor. He was found guilty of Murder Two, since it was not premeditated. He said openly, "You're a fine looking fellow. I hesitate remanding you to a general prison." Tom never felt that he was handsome, but lately and in the future, he was to hear this often. He sentenced Tom to twenty years and chose a "country club" prison. He explained that time for capital crimes are not generally served there, but considering Tom's age of thirty one and appearance, it was prudent.
He arrived at the prison the next day. He began to see what the judge meant. Even here, he was looked on as a special specimen. If it were not for a kind young doc, he might never have lived out his sentence. More about him later.
If you were to overhear, as Tom did, the conversation of two guards, Riley and Jake, you were hear Jake say,"The kid looks twenty, but the profile says thirty one. He's a beauty. He should have a lot of action here. I see they got him in a cell by himself. Good thinking.
And Riley, a thirty year old new hire said, "Jake, you old queer. You got your eye on him, huh. I noticed when we were watching him shower, that you eyed his junk and licked your lips."
Jake gave the younger man a frown, but he watched the underwear clad prisoner stand getting his shirts and pants at the supply window. Even Riley couldn't help but feel a tingle in his crotch as the young prisoner's attractive butt pushed the thin fabric of his shorts in a perky thrust.
He walked up the aisle, past the cells on either side, carrying his stuff to the admiring remarks of his fellow prisoners. "Wow, young lady, you want a date?" "Hey, nice legs. I can see them up in the air."
His face was hot with shame and fear as he fell on the cot and heard the cell door clang shut. He felt danger all around him and his tender ass hole clenched in fear. He lay there sweating and worrying when Riley banged on the cell door with his club. "You got an appointment with the doc. Now I'm not going to handcuff you as long as you behave. Walk in front of me and follow my instructions."
Again he had to walk the gauntlet of cells and cat calls. "Hey sugar" "Oh those pretty lips around my cock, oooh."
They arrived at the medical office. The sign on the door was removable and hung from two hooks. It said, "Jack Worth, MD".
"Wait inside and take a seat," Riley said. They were the only ones in the bare waiting room. "He's only here two days a week. You'll like him, only two years out of med school. Maybe you can hook up."
Tom said nothing. He found that keeping quiet was the best thing for him to do in almost all situations.
The door opened and there stood Dr. Worth. In the future, the doc had instructed Tom to call him Jack. There relationship was the only human thing he found in prison.
Jack was a husky young man with pale blond hair. He had a nice set of teeth that was exposed in a friendly smile now. "Come in Thomas." Then speaking to Riley, he said, "You can wait out here, I'm sure Tom is not going to attack me."
"Have it your way Doc, but remember, he's a vicious murderer."
To his credit, Jack just laughed.
Tom stood swaying from side to side as Jack studied his medical records. "You have had no doctor all your life up to now? That's amazing. How is your health?"
"I once had a cold, but other than that...nothing."
"Well, the state law requires that you have a complete physical within 48 hours of arrival here. Prepare yourself to have that right now. Get undressed...everything, and sit up here on the examining table."
Tom did so. Just as he was up on the table, the door opened and Riley poked his head in and looked him over. "Everything okay Doc?"
"Yeah Riley, scram and wait outside and no barging in again."
Jack checked Tom's throat glands, looked in his ears, checked lungs and heart."
"So far you're a healthy specimen. You are not muscular, but your general development is strong."
While the doc was checking him, Tom checked out the doctor. He was about his height, six feet. He had a neat moustache and his complection was pale white/pink. He had unusually red lips that were puffy and full. His pale blue eyes and thick blond lashes added some substance to an otherwise bland face.
"Lay on your stomach. Now lift your mid section and rest on your knees and elbows."
In this position Tom felt very strange, especially as he felt cool air playing around his anis caused by the doc moving about. He heard the doc snap on rubber gloves, from medical dramas on TV he know what that meant. He tensed and closed up his ass hole. The doc noticed it.
"Tom, relax. This may be a bit uncomfortable for a moment." He petted Tom's well shaped buttock and Tom felt himself feeling grateful for the attention. He willed his ass pucker to open and he felt Jack pushing a finger in and feeling around. Tom's large penis began to fill with blood and rise toward his belly.
Soon the finger was withdrawn. "You seem good in there. Now stay as you are, I want to check your testicles."
He held them loosely and felt them for irregularities, then he asked Tom to cough. Tom was almost sorry when that exam ended. He never realized that his scrotum was so happy to be felt.
"Okay, you can get dressed. I just want a blood and urine sample before you leave."
He busied himself with making chart notations and then had Tom sit near the examining table with his arm resting on it. He quickly extracted the blood. "Now take that beaker and give me a urine sample."
Remember, Tom said to himself, this was not a private doctor's office as he had seen with George, no concern with modesty. So Tom lowered his zipper, rested his long penis on the rim, and splashed noisily into the beaker. He had so much that it almost brimmed over. The doc laughed.
"Now stay a moment, my friend. I want to talk to you about the dangers in the prison. True these are your better type prisoners but men get sex crazy when there are no women around. Speaking realistically,you could be raped here. You are a particularly handsome lad. Already they may be planning how to get your ass."
Tom was breathing hard and had turned pale. "What can I do to protect myself?"
"I have an idea. I am putting in your record that you have the suspictions of early seizures. These records are not private. Everything in a prison is known."
"Why seizures?"
"Criminals are terrified about catching some exotic disease. Now I'm give you're a supply of pills. They are harmless, but they will cause you to foam at the mouth. That'll scare the hell out of any predator, especially if you roll your eyes up and shake and maybe fall to the ground. I hope you're a good actor."
Tears sprang to Tom's eyes and he took Jack's hand. "I don't know why you are so nice to me. I think I found a friend. Thanks."
Jack called out, "The prisoner is finished here." But as he said those cold words, he massaged Tom's neck in a friendly way and rubbed his shoulder.
End Part Two