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Ben strode toward the bar, his eyes moving around in search of Brian. He had come here directly from the prison, thinking this would be exactly where his boss would be. Ordinarily, Brian stayed overnight the first night following new arrivals, or at the very least, he would stay late. That he hadn't was very strange. Ben knew Brian wouldn't have left the prison unless he thought things were well in hand. Granted, everyone had been on lockdown when he had left. That being the case, most problems were generally averted... unless they developed within the specific cells or the dormitory. Once in a while, there was the isolated incident of a prisoner feigning illness to be let out of his cell. Those incidents were far reduced since Brian took over leadership of the prison. All of the inmates knew Brian's non-existent patience for rule violators. Brian was both feared and respected by the staff and prisoners alike. Despite how he often felt about Brian's harshness, Ben realized that the same respect was what kept Greensburg running so smoothly.

 

His eyes still scanning the crowded room, Ben nodded to both Emmett and Ted, his gaze fully on Ted... thinking he would most likely have the answers he sought. "Hey Ted, Emmett. Have either of you seen Brian yet tonight?"

 

Ted snorted, as Emmett laughed simultaneously. "He's here somewhere. Let me tell you... he's in a fucking irritable mood. Did something happen at the prison today?"

 

"We had some new prisoners arrive this morning. No problems, though. In fact, he's never left so early when we've had new arrivals." Ben didn't intend to elaborate that there could be a very good reason Brian felt the need to be out of the prison and at Babylon tonight. Ben knew his fears regarding Justin Taylor's presence at the prison were well-founded. Steps may have been taken to keep the young prisoner safe from the more dangerous inmates, along with the prison controlled... but those steps didn't protect him from the intentions of the warden. Ben knew better than to interfere. That would get him nowhere. All he could do was offer his advice. He was afraid in this case it wouldn't be enough.

 

"Well, he should be happy then..." Ted muttered in confusion. "He's been anything but happy tonight."

 

Emmett looked at Ben closely, a knowing smile curving his lips. "It's finally happened. Hasn't it, Ben?"

 

Ted and Ben looked at Emmett blankly, although one of them knew exactly what Emmett was asking. "What happened?" Ben asked, pretending to be oblivious.

 

"Oh come on, Ben. I know him so well... and so do you. Brian has pulled three tricks into the backroom since he arrived a little over an hour ago. All of them have something in common." Emmett smirked as he watched the color draining from Ben's face, knowing without a doubt he was onto something.

 

"What's so odd about that? Brian generally sticks to a certain type," Ted returned, confused about where Emmett was heading with his questions.

 

Emmett nodded his agreement. "That's it exactly. He's not sticking to his normal type. As I said... they do have one thing in common."

 

Ben sighed deeply, immediately realizing Brian had been affected by Justin far more than he'd even expected. This could be very bad... and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Let me guess. Have they all been petite and blond?"

 

Ted shrugged. "I couldn't tell you. I've done my best to avoid him."

 

Emmett's eyes narrowed on Ben thoughtfully. "Well, I haven't been afraid to notice the King's every movement. Yes, they have all been blond... very hot blonds." Noticing the worry that came into Ben's eyes when he confirmed his suspicions, Emmett gleefully surmised, "Oh my God! It has happened! Hasn't it? Brian has met the one man that throws his balance off... and he met him as the warden. Am I right?"

 

"I can't discuss prisoners that are under my care. You know that, Em." Ben looked toward the entrance to the backroom, mentally willing Brian to appear. He was exhausted from his afternoon sessions with the new prisoners... and he really needed to tell Brian about his meeting with Justin.

 

Ted stifled a yawn. "Sorry guys. Number crunching has that effect sometimes. I'm going to my office to finish up for the night. I'll see you tomorrow."

 

"Night Ted." Ben smiled warmly at Ted, while his eyes signaled how tense he truly felt.

 

Emmett hugged and kissed Ted quickly, before telling him, "Goodnight, Teddy. I'll talk to you in the morning." Once Ted was gone, Emmett turned his full attention back on Ben. "C'mon, Ben. You can tell me. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

 

"I really can't discuss it. If Brian decides he wants to discuss it with you, that's his business." Ben ordered a bottle of water, his eyes darting around the bar intently, with his gaze continuously veering toward the backroom. Paying for his water and thanking the bartender, Ben spoke to no one in particular - "I'm dead on my feet... but I need to talk to Brian."

 

"Sounds like a rough day..." Emmett said, his hopes for tormenting Brian bypassed by his concern for his friend. "How're things with Michael?"

 

Ben shrugged. "I don't see him much really. He's past the point where he needs to see a counselor. And honestly, it would be a conflict."

 

"He's down to months now, right?"

 

"About five more to be exact." Ben didn't admit he knew the exact days. He wasn't even certain he would pursue a relationship with Michael once he was free. In his heart, he knew he wanted to... but his intellectual mind reminded him of how few prisoners that were released truly rehabilitated and made a life free from crime. He thought Michael would be one of those that succeeded... but there was no way to be sure.

 

Emmett patted him reassuringly on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy before he spoke, "I know it will work out. Michael has a good heart. It's what got him into trouble. Time and understanding are all he needs."

 

"We'll see," Ben returned with a heavy sigh. His eyes pulled to the backroom once more. "I'll give him ten minutes... then, I'm going in after him."

 

Eyes widening and mouth dropping open, Emmett protested, "Oh Baby, I wouldn't do that. Not tonight... and not with Brian."

 

"He might be my boss at the prison... but not here. I'll take my chances."

 

"I don't think you should, but it's your funeral, Darling." Emmett looked at his friend intently, before adding, "One thing to remember... you have to deal with him at the prison. Fuck with his leisure time - the big, bad warden might do far worse tomorrow at work."

 

Ben chugged the rest of his water, deciding he had waited long enough. "It'll be fine. His bark is worse than his bite..."

 

Emmett shook his head as he watched Ben walk toward the backroom. A deep sigh quickly emitted. Ben was in big trouble if he believed that. As much as he loved to torment Brian, he knew tonight was not the night. Something had Brian on edge. Now that he'd talked to Ben, he realized it was more of a someone. He couldn't wait to hear how this developed. If only he could watch it all happen. Emmett only knew one thing - anyone who could so unsettle Brian had to be someone truly remarkable.

 


 

Brian pushed his third trick of the night against the wall, his teeth tearing into the condom wrapper as his legs kicked the blond's legs further apart. He had never been so horny in his entire life. Not even when he first discovered his dick and that it only responded to men had he been this driven by his lust. His insatiable need wasn't for this trick or the two that had passed before him. it all revolved around one man. The gorgeous Justin Taylor that had filled his entire day with aching need... and savage anger at times. Brian knew this would most likely be his nightly ritual until he'd possessed him. He knew for his own peace of mind, he needed to fuck him soon. This was bordering on obsession... and he couldn't work or live like that.

 

"Brace your hands against the wall," Brian hissed into the man's ear, nodding his approval when the trick arched his ass back into him. He bit savagely into his neck, uncaring if he left a mark or not. All that mattered was coming - over and over again - enough to satisfy the pulsing cock that another blond had been evoking the entire day. He sheathed his throbbing and leaking cock, slamming it home without any delay... smiling in feral delight when the trick didn't protest his rough handling. This was exactly what he needed tonight. He was glad his trick agreed. Brian closed his eyes, thinking of how it would feel to take Justin like this. Fuck. He could come just thinking about his tight ass clenching down on his thrusting cock. Brian didn't know how he knew the boy would grip his cock like a snug glove fashioned just for him. He only knew he craved Justin's ass more than any - ever. Brian realized this wasn't helping his intentions to proceed slowly with the prisoner under his control. His need had only intensified all evening. These men were mere substitutes - inadequate ones at that.

 

The trick ruined his fantasy when he spoke. Until this moment, he had been visualizing Justin in his place... as he had with the two previous men. Brian began to think that could be a reason why he couldn't be satisfied tonight. The ineptness of these men to be the true blond he desired only made him more hungry. A hunger that needed to be satisfied. One that wouldn't be tonight.

 

"You feel so good..."

 

"Don't talk. I'm almost there," Brian told him, the man's voice negatively affecting his edge. Brian turned his head when that feeling of being watched assailed him. He turned his head to the left, finding Ben staring at him with arms crossed, his eyes looking everywhere but at Brian's driving hips. "Well well, Dr. Bruckner. This is an unexpected surprise. Pardon me if I don't turn and greet you... I'm a bit occupied at the moment."

 

"Right." Ben laughed, shaking his head in amazement at Brian's escapades. "I'll just wait in your office. Join me when you have a moment."

 

Not missing a stroke, Brian told him, "I don't have time tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

 

"I need to talk to you, Brian." Gritting his teeth when he watched Brian turn his head to effectively ignore him, Ben played what he knew to be his trump card. "Fine. I guess you don't want to hear about my initial session with Justin Taylor. See you tomorrow, boss."

 

Brian's eyes returned to Ben's retreating form, expletives tumbling from his mouth. "This better be good, Bruckner. I'll be there in five minutes."

 

Ben smiled as he met Brian's fierce gaze. "I figured you would." He took the familiar path to Brian's office, a sobering thought eradicating any humor he had felt just moments ago. Brian's reaction had more than solidified his fears. Brian was deeply taken with Justin Taylor. That being the case, there would be no protection for the sensitive blond from the warden. This could end very badly. He only hoped Brian would act with both finesse and caution. From what he had observed tonight, he wasn't so sure Brian could do that.

 

TBC

 

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