Brian pulled his eyes away from the blond beauty that was far too pretty to be locked inside these walls. On a closer inspection, Brian unequivocally agreed with Ben. Justin Taylor would be a problem. A temptation to lure many men into taking risks and launching his orderly prison into one of chaotic proportions. He couldn't allow that. As much as he knew looking at him would be a pleasure to pass his days, the disciplinarian in him wanted him anywhere but here. He walked a straight line, back and forth in front of the three new prisoners, his eyes touching on each of them analytically. To his satisfaction, none of them met his gaze. That was good. Fear was required to keep the inmates in line. If he lost that... chaos would ensue.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Brian's voice was cold, sarcasm clearly decipherable in his tone. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Warden Kinney." He looked pointedly at each man, his eyes narrowing when the hot blond briefly looked up to meet his gaze. No, that wouldn't do, Brian thought. This boy needed to learn to respect authority... and to handle his fear within the bounds in which he now lived. Brian's eyes bit into the blue ones until the head meekly lowered again. Good boy. You just might survive this day.

His eyes flickered toward the two armed guards that stood at the door, his steps taking him to walk behind the prisoners... ever alert to their responses as he moved. They all remained immobile as he made his pass, none of them foolish enough to turn and look at him. "A few points I need you to understand, then I will send you to your new living quarters. As I state each one, I want a nod of understanding from each of you."

"You don't speak to me unless I request it. There will be times when I will... but most of the time I will be telling you what to do. In most cases, a response will not be necessary," Brian spoke curtly, his footsteps carrying him around to once more stand in front of Justin. He gritted his teeth. Fuck. He couldn't think of that boy as a name. The convicted felon was a prisoner... only a number like all the others. He needed to keep him in that place.

He waited for the nods before he continued. "It is the goal of this institution not only to safely and securely incarcerate you... but to rehabilitate you as well. What this means is very simple - those that need to be educated will be exactly that." Brian looked around at them carefully. "I don't see that being an issue with any of you." His eyes moved over each man slowly. "If the state doesn't need to educate you... then, you will be put to work. Minor compensation will be received for that."

Quickly, Brian proceeded to clear up a misconception many prisoners conceived of in that announcement. "Keep in mind - you are NOT paid in cash. Paper money is not allowed at the prison." He surveyed them impassively. "I'm sure you understand. Inappropriate conduct would often be the result if such was allowed." Brian bit his lip to prevent a smile when he noticed the blond shuffling on his feet, his instincts telling him he had a question to ask. He didn't intend to allow that now, though. Of course, later was a different matter. He found he had much to say to this tempting little morsel. All in good time, he reminded himself.

When the warden paused in his speech, Justin glanced up once again... totally oblivious to the other prisoners that kept their eyes downcast, his eyes seeking out the intimating yet entirely too mesmerizing warden. Fuck, he thought to himself. His life had undoubtedly gone straight to hell... and this man held complete power over him; still, he couldn't help but realize he was the single most beautiful man he had ever seen. At the same time, the warden scared him to death. He was so cold and uncaring. It was impossible not to see that. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he covertly studied him. Perhaps that was a good thing, Justin decided. If he was as strict as he appeared to be, surely nothing bad would happen to him or any of the other prisoners here. Whereas he realized the warden couldn't watch anyone 24/7... he couldn't help but think that anyone with an ounce of self-preservation wouldn't want to anger this man. Justin knew that he was most likely being incredibly naïve... but it didn't hurt to hope. His very survival could depend on that.

Brian paced back and forth, his gaze cutting harshly into the blond that continued to look up from what should be a submissive pose. "Is there a problem, Taylor?" He moved to walk around him in a slow, menacing circle. He leaned down to whisper into his ear, "Perhaps you should share it with all of us, hmmm?"

Hoping that the warden was permitting him to speak, Justin stammered, "Uhhh, no problem, Sir. N-none at all."

His lips moved closer to the ear, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the fresh scent of the boy. Breath fanning into Justin's ear, Brian growled, "I didn't think so."

Justin felt his legs trembling at the warden's nearness. He wasn't certain how he should take the incident. There was something utterly controlling and intimidating in his tone... and yet, it was also sexual. Fuck. What had he gotten himself into here?

Brian forced himself to move away from Justin, his mind forcing him to disassociate himself from the twitching in his cock. One encounter, and in the presence of witnesses, he had barely controlled his more base urges. Moving to stand in front of the trio of men, Brian forced his mind back to where his mind had been before the blond had distracted him in a variety of ways. "Back to what I was saying... cash is not permitted. Those who choose to work will be paid via credit made available at the prison commissary. Working inside the prison is a privilege and one that will be taken away without warning in the event you fuck it up."

His eyes moved over each man slowly, always searching to determine their reaction. So far he was pleased with this meeting. They all seemed intent about obeying his rules. Wanting to resolve this and get at least two of the men moving onto their new living quarters, Brian continued on. "Despite losing your freedom to the outside world, you can have a great deal of it within these walls. Much of that depends on your behavior. Until the point you fuck up, you will have access to the prison yard, and you will have the option of being mobile during the daytime hours. Those in dormitories can move about freely within the unit. Those assigned to a cell will have the doors open during select hours of the day."

Brian's voice was firm and forbidding. "I don't give warnings. If you are brought before me for violating any prison rules, I will discipline you accordingly." Nodding to the guards to signify he was about finished, Brian told them, "Your time at Greensburg is only what you make of it." He watched as the guard opened the door, motioning for them to file out, his brow furrowed in deep thought. Brian couldn't help but admire the slight sway of the youngest prisoner's ass... continuing to accept how much Justin Taylor was about to change his daily routine. Without a doubt, he wanted to fuck him. However, a more pressing problem afflicted him. How would he keep the boy from tempting the desperate men within these walls? This boy could cause chaos of the worse kind. Brian realized a private meeting with the blond was unavoidable. He couldn't help but look forward to a one-on-one encounter with the greatest of anticipation. At this point, he had his lust for the young man in check. Brian wasn't certain how lasting that resolve would be.

The guard motioned Justin inside. "Home sweet home," Brandon cooed. A laugh ensued as the blond jumped in fright as other cells mechanically opened. "What's the matter, little fish? Scared?"

Justin's back tensed as he moved into the double occupant cell, his eyes briefly scanning over the body lying in the lower bunk. Shrugging, he answered, "I just didn't expect the noise."

"Best get over that. There's lots of noise in here." Brandon looked at him shrewdly for a moment. "I'll give you a tip. Noise is your friend. Silence can be your worst enemy."

A voice snorted from behind them. "I doubt the new little fishy is interested in your brand of philosophy." Eyes flared in a predatory gleam as they roved over Justin. "Introduce me to your new cellmate, Mikey."

Michael shot up on his bunk, his book quickly tossed to the side. "I told you, only my friends call me that. The name is Michael!"

"Whatever." A sneer followed. He licked his lips as he moved closer to a retreating Justin. Brandon quickly departed the room, issuing a warning that they all behave.

The newcomer advanced until Justin was back against the end of the bed. He reached up to stroke the side of Justin's face, a cunning smile on his face. "Don't be afraid, sweet thing. I'd never hurt you." His eyes ran over the blond heatedly, before he whispered, "I just want to be your friend. A boy like you needs that in here."

"A boy like me?" Justin asked, knowing he had to find a way to back himself out of this corner and make it known he wouldn't be taken advantage of. This man was young and attractive enough... but he damn sure wasn't going to be coerced into a sexual relationship just because this man thought he had no other choice.

The hand moved to cup Justin's chin, his fingers applying just enough pressure to hold him in place. "Oh yes. Such a hot one you are. The men in here will be drooling over you like the most tender steak. I can look out for you."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Thanks all the same, but I can look out for myself."

A laugh issued from the bunk, one that didn't please Justin's new admirer. "Read your fucking book, Mikey. I'm taking care of business."

"Don't look that way at me." Michael stood to his feet, glaring at the man that thought himself to be the block Casanova. The same man that thought all the new and hot inmates should be his personal toy. "He isn't interested. Leave him the hell alone."

"Or what? You'll tell Dr. Bruckner that I have social issues?" A cold laugh followed. "Don't think I haven't noticed your crush on the good doctor. He won't touch you as long as you're in here. And I'm not certain he will afterward."

"Shut the fuck up, Kip! You don't know a damned thing!"

Kip backed up a few paces, not due to anything Michael had said... but more from hearing the feared and known footsteps moving toward the cell. "I know I hit a nerve, Mikey boy." Kip winked at Justin suggestively. "I'm sure we'll meet again, cupcake."

Michael glared at Kip's retreating back, then toward Justin. "Fuck! You're the last kind of cellmate I need."

"I'm sorry. I didn't ask for him to come in here." Justin swallowed. "I'm not looking for any trouble."

The footsteps came closer. Justin's spine tingled as he heard the cold voice hitting him in icy waves.

"As I suspected. It appears that you are causing problems already, Taylor." Brian's eyes were blazing as they drilled into Justin's. Lust and anger boiled within him equally. He had several problems with this blond. The incidents had already started... and Brian knew if not handled, this would only be the beginning. "Come with me," Brian hissed. "We need to talk."

Justin nodded, knowing he had no choice but to obediently follow. He hadn't done anything to entice the other inmate. Fuck. He'd only been in his cell for minutes and already he was being summoned by the warden. Justin didn't know how he would accomplish it, but he knew he needed to convince Warden Kinney that he hadn't done anything wrong. As he looked at the rage burning in the warden's eyes, Justin realized his work was more than cut out for him.

TBC