Justin flinched as the warden's office door slammed shut behind him; the reverberating sound holding a finality such as the bars that now incarcerated him. He forced himself to control the shudders that threatened to wrack his body, knowing that the warden was directly behind him. Despite having only been here for a short time, Justin knew a couple of things for certain - one, the warden didn't miss anything... and two, showing him weakness was probably not a good thing. Fuck. He hadn't done anything wrong. All he wanted to do was serve his time, and leave here in the quickest amount of time. Intuitively, Justin knew - starting off on the wrong foot with this man was not the way to best achieve that.

Brian's eyes burned as they roved over the backside of the blond, the quickening in his dick urging him to lock the door and bend him over his desk. He almost groaned thinking of how good Justin Taylor's ass would feel clenching around his cock. Brian's gaydar was always spot-on accurate. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this boy was queer. Not that it mattered in this place. After a while, the straightest man in sight eventually realized that a hole to fuck beats the familiarity of one's hand. That wasn't the case with Justin, and that made him a greater liability. The boy would want a playmate. In fact, in time, he thought Justin would actually seek it. Brian felt rage swelling up within him at the unbidden thought. He told himself his anger was merely from his professional duty, knowing how much Justin could disrupt his well-ordered domain. It wasn't anything more than that.

"Have a seat," Brian clipped out, his voice barely audible.

Justin swallowed nervously, thinking his best course of action was to leave this room in the most expedient manner. "Uhhh, thank you, Sir. I really don't need to sit."

"I said - sit down!" Brian barked, his footsteps carrying him behind his desk. Taking a seat, and watching as Justin timidly did the same, he harshly clipped out, "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear in there. I don't care to repeat my wishes... nor do I expect disobedience."

"I apologize, Sir. It won't happen again." Justin's voice broke, almost tremulous, as he looked down toward the floor and not at the overwhelming man that spoke to him.

Brian's lips twisted into a cold, hard smile. "You're damned right it won't. I can break you with very little effort, Taylor. I am in complete control here. You need to realize that."

Justin chose that moment to look up into the hazel eyes that were simmering with both feeling and intent. The warden wanted something from him... but he wasn't quite sure of what. He didn't have a single doubt that Warden Kinney would make that known to him at a time of his choosing. He blinked slowly, unable to fathom what he was seeing. The coldness he understood. He expected that to be standard warden behavior toward an inmate... but what else he thought he had glimpsed briefly in his eyes unsettled him in several ways. He shook his head, deciding he had to have been imagining it. That look had only been present for a moment. It was the look of a hunter that was close to lowering the trap on his desired prey. In that instant, Justin had felt as if he was the warden's prey. Lust had emanated from him... and it sent Justin's body into a turmoil he didn't begin to know how to handle.

Swallowing with difficulty, Justin mumbled, "I understand that, Sir. I'm not looking to cause you trouble. I just want to do my time quietly."

Brian laughed without humor. "You are incredibly naïve, Taylor. Another factor in why you are going to disrupt my orderly prison."

"I-I don't mean to, Sir. The prisoner that came into my cell... I didn't seek him out. I hadn't known of his existence until he came inside."

Standing up from behind his desk, Brian walked slowly around to the front of his desk, leaning against it as he looked intently down at the blond that would surely tempt every man in his section - in one way or another. Brian knew he couldn't consider himself to be excluded from that group either. "Kip has the nose for smelling out fresh meat. You are exactly that, Taylor." Brian moved in closer until his eyes bored into Justin's, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. "I have that gift even more. You need to understand the vulnerability of your new position... and remember just how young and fresh you are to all those that now surround you."

"Is that why I wasn't placed in the dormitory? Your concern that I will create havoc among the men?" Justin asked, hoping in this meeting he was permitted to be so bold. Unintentionally, he let out a sigh of relief when the warden returned to his full height and backed away from hovering so closely.

Brian folded his arms across his chest as he watched him intently. "Yes. You would have evoked chaos in a dormitory lifestyle." He looked at him intensely for a long moment. Arching a brow, Brian asked, "Tell me, Justin Taylor... have you ever had a hard cock pounding your ass?"

Justin gasped. Of all the things he'd expected... it hadn't been that. "Sir, I- I don't see how that matters."

"I asked that for shock value, Mr. Taylor. Your face told me all I needed to know. Obviously, your sexual experience would matter... but in the end, when you get held down and brutally assaulted, it won't matter much." Brian leaned back against his desk, assessing each reaction that came across the inmate's face. "Does that explain your position a bit better? You are powerless here."

Forcing himself not to show the complete terror he felt, Justin tilted his head up, facing the warden's gaze head-on. "You wouldn't allow that to happen... would you, Warden? I - I mean, don't you have to see to the safety of every inmate?"

Brian returned to behind his desk, shaking his head in amazement. "You are even more gullible than I'd imagined. On paper, Mr. Taylor, yes that is part of my responsibility. However, things happen. I'm not here all the time... and it's a big prison. Unfortunate incidents do happen - from time to time."

Justin knew the warden found him physically appealing, but he wasn't certain he wanted to play that game. The man held a position of supreme power over him. Crossing that line might cause him more harm than good. Instead, he decided to continue to act weak, not wanting to show too much strength, cunningly realizing the warden might seek to protect him on his own if he played the game just right. Meekly, Justin agreed. "I'm sure they do, Sir. As I am also sure you do everything you can to keep such incidents to a minimum."

"I intend to watch you very closely, Justin Taylor. However, don't think it's because I am protecting your young, and undoubtedly, hot little ass." Brian's eyes moved over Justin slowly. The boy thought to play games with him... he would leave here knowing he would never win any of them. Brian leaned forward on his desk, his eyes once again showing signs of a resurging lust. "We both know I find you hot... The same as we both know I could use my power to make you receptive to anything I wanted to happen. Don't even attempt to play mind games with me, boy. Continuing to do so will place you in more trouble than you can possibly understand."

"Mind games?" Justin tried to sound innocent, both of them knowing he had failed miserably. He had been a fool thinking he could maneuver the warden into going over and beyond to look out for him. This man didn't do anything he didn't want to do... nor was he anyone's fool. If he did look out for him, he would do it because it was what he wanted to do... and for no other reason. "I really meant no disrespect, Sir. I just want to do my time and survive it. I really don't want special treatment... I just want to get through this."

Brian stood up from his desk, walking back and forth, glancing out the window and at Justin in odd intervals. He tapped his finger across the side of his face, appearing to be in deep thought. "You misunderstand me, Taylor. I didn't say you wouldn't receive any ‘special treatment' - I merely said it wouldn't be administered solely to protect you."

"I get that you feel I am a risk to the order of your prison. All I can say is that I will do my best to keep to myself, Sir." Justin looked at him intently, despite being afraid at times of this menacing man, still wanting to display his courage.

"I really don't fall for the bravado act, Taylor. That's part of the problem. All it will take is the wrong man cornering you and you'll be quivering and acquiescent as a newborn kitten." Brian felt his cock quicken thinking of eliciting a series of quivers in the young blond; despite his attempts to keep their dealings semi-professional, knowing at some point, there would be a breaking point in him.

Justin's eyes fell away from the warden's penetrating stare, finding it impossible to hold it for a prolonged duration. His voice a mere whisper, he said, "I can take care of myself, Warden. I was incarcerated for a violent crime." At this moment, he didn't intend to protest his innocence in that crime. As far as he was concerned, that boat had long ago sailed. Right now he thought doing so would only further weaken him in this man's eyes. Not something he strived to do. His reality was his safety being at risk now. The other inmates needed to believe he had a degree of toughness.

Brian laughed. "A crime of passion is how it reads to me, Mr. Taylor. I will wait to see the results of your psychoanalysis before I pass judgment on those matters."

"I hope to prove your concerns invalid, Sir. I really do..." Justin replied emphatically.

Nodding, Brian agreed with that completely. "I do too, however, I know these men... and what they are capable of. Their minds become twisted in here, Justin. It's not all about the sex... although, in your case, it would be a large part of it. Also, it's about power and control. The only one you can trust in here is yourself. Something to remember."

"Will I be able to work, Warden? I really would like to keep myself busy..."

Brian stepped closer to him, watching Justin's beautiful plump lips as he spoke. I would love to keep you busy as well, Justin Taylor. As he watched Justin's tongue nervously slide out to stroke parched lips, Brian thought, I doubt I can hold off too long. "Yes, Justin. I have a job in mind for you. We'll speak more about it tomorrow. For now, I want you to return to your cell. The guard outside will escort you. In the meantime, just keep your wits about you during the daytime. At night, the bars will close you in with your cellmate. You shouldn't have to worry about Michael."

"No. I had that feeling too." Justin remembered his first meeting with Michael. "He didn't like me very well."

"He wouldn't. Michael likes to maintain a low profile. Your presence jeopardizes his tranquility. He'll never be one that can protect you... but he won't ever harm you, either. Just watch your back. I won't allow any disturbances of any kind," Brian growled, his voice low and fierce. "If I ever feel you have instigated any violation of the rules - you will be punished severely."

Standing to his feet, Justin moved toward the door, watching as the warden pressed the button to allow him to depart, barely able to keep his legs from trembling. "I'll remember." He looked back at the warden, hoping he wasn't making yet another mistake - both in judgment and free speaking. "I think there is one person I can trust, Warden."

"Really. Who might that be?" Brian asked, his tone bored.

"I think I can trust you, Sir. I don't think you'll let anything bad happen to me."

Brian's eyes flared. Heat, anger, and desire fully displayed. He advanced to the door, his hands reaching up to bracket around the trapped prisoner. There was something about being Justin's protector that turned him on ferociously. He had to get that under control - quickly. His eyes drilled into Justin's for a long moment, before he reached out to slowly stroke the pad of his thumb across Justin's now quivering lower lip. His voice was guttural when he spoke. "You have so much to learn, Mr. Taylor... and I'll be so glad to teach you."

He backed away from the tempting boy, knowing this wasn't the right time... nor the mood he wanted to be instilled in his prey when it happened. Brian's breathing quickened as he looked at the beautiful blond. Fuck, how he wanted him. Before he was finished - he would have him. He would have this boy on his knees begging for both his protection and his possession. Nothing else would satisfy him. A cold smile reached his eyes. Should Justin not reach the wise decision on his own, he knew exactly how to achieve that in the most cunning and deliberate of ways.

As Justin opened the door, Brian's cold and determined voice reached him. A quiver of awareness and dread at once assailing him.

"One thing to remember, Taylor. I am the last man you should ever trust. In time, you will understand that." Brian's voice sharpened and raised. "You will report to my office immediately after breakfast in the morning."

Justin nodded vigorously, bursting through the door as if being chased by rabid animals. "Yes, Sir. I'll be here."

Brian laughed as Brandon escorted Justin back to his cell block, more than pleased with the meeting. Fuck decorum. He would have that blond piece of perfection stretched out beneath him. Brian was not a man that denied himself. He wasn't about to start now. No matter how long it took, he would make Justin come to him of his own free will. He only hoped Justin made that decision quickly. Brian knew he would have no trouble at all in prodding him along. As he sat down behind his desk, Brian mused further. In fact, it would be a pleasure to play the game. A game in which he always won.

TBC