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Michael scowled as he watched Justin pacing back and forth in their cell, his attention constantly pulled from the book he was trying to read. "Will you give it a rest!"

 

Justin jumped in surprise. "What?"

 

"You've been pacing the floor since you got back. Was your visit with the warden that bad?" Michael closed his book, sitting up on his bunk as he looked at Justin curiously. "Well?"

 

Shrugging, Justin answered, "Not bad really... just odd."

 

Michael snorted. "That really tells me a lot. Have you always been this communicative?"

 

"Pretty much," Justin smirked. "The warden gave me the morning off but wants me there after lunch. He confuses me. I think I've got him figured out, then wham - surprise!"

 

"That's your first mistake. Don't ever try to analyze him." Michael affixed a stern gaze on his new cellmate, for some reason not wanting anything bad to happen to him; yet realizing in this place, the kid would be lucky to survive. "If he ever thinks you're doing that... he'll fuck with you badly."

 

Justin nodded. "Yeah. I get that he likes to be the one to control the games he plays... and call the shots."

 

"Well, you'll be safe enough in his office. These ruffians won't dare mess with you there. It will be outside of there that you need to worry about," Michael needlessly told him.

 

He gave Michael a dubious look, not saying that he thought himself to be anything but safe in the warden's office. "Right. Look, I can't stand around here waiting. I'm gonna go to the library and get something to read for later."

 

"Have you lost your mind, Justin?" Michael was instantly on his feet, his mouth agape as he stared at Justin.

 

"What's wrong with the library? It's not like I plan on strolling through the prison..."

 

Michael mentally counted from one to ten. "What's wrong with the library?" His voice was nothing short of a mimic. "Do you remember Casanova number two that found you shortly after your arrival? Let me remind you. The second man that had your ass in trouble after your arrival..."

 

Justin thought back, vaguely remembering the face... but the name eluded him. "Okay. I remember. What about him?"

 

"Ethan works in the library. You don't want more incidents so soon. Brian will fucking freak. Do you get that, Justin?" Michael demanded, determined to make this kid see sense... for all of their sakes.

 

Justin was halfway to his open cell door when he paused briefly to think about Michael's words. "I don't want any trouble, Michael. But I don't see the harm in getting a book. I'll be in and out. It's almost lunchtime. Surely, I'll be safe that long."

 

"A lot you know. It only takes a few seconds for utter chaos to break loose. I thought you would know that by now," Michael grumbled, shaking his head as he watched Justin walking out, his instincts telling him this wasn't the best of ideas.

 

"I'll be fine, old Mother Hen. You worry too much." He shook his head, thinking this Michael was a far different one than he'd first met on his arrival. It was strange, but in a way, Justin thought they were almost friends.

 

Michael shook his head, gritting his teeth as he realized he was going to do what he never did. He had five months remaining on his sentence. All he wanted was to serve it in peace. This stubborn and clueless kid was challenging that at every turn. "Wait. I'll come with you."

 

Justin's steps stilled as he looked at Michael in surprise. "Coming with me? What happened to the man who didn't want to be involved in my drama?"

 

"Maybe I just want a front-row seat to a train wreck about to happen..." Michael grumbled as he followed behind Justin, still in disbelief he was behaving so recklessly.

 

"Train wreck? Fuck. You're so melodramatic, Michael. It's just a library. We'll be fine..."

 

"There's no we in it, kid. I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, could be setting yourself up to be front and center for another round of the warden's wrath." He looked at him warningly, as they neared the corner that housed the library. "We can always turn back."

 

Justin rolled his eyes. "Five minutes. That's all."

 

"Famous last words," Michael mumbled under his breath. This was a huge mistake. Michael only hoped he was wrong. He had been here long enough to know his instincts usually served him well. Five minutes, Justin had said. If they got out of there that quickly they might be alright... but he didn't think that would be the case. Fresh, unprotected meat was about to enter a small and confined space. Thankfully, he had managed to make eye contact with Brandon when they rounded the corner. Michael knew Brian exceptionally well. Brandon was watching over Justin. No matter what Justin's true relationship might be with Brian, the blond had the most coveted role in the prison. Wanted and protected by Warden Kinney. Michael wondered if that positioning was good or bad. Either way, he had the feeling they would both find out soon.

 


 

Chief Jim Stockwell scowled at the intercom that had just relayed the incoming call. All he could think was - the fucking idiot! He had told him not to call him at work, and most assuredly not to call on the office phone. He knew it had to be important... or it had damned well better be! Of course, he couldn't accept the call. He couldn't have any known association with Craig Taylor. Quickly he relayed the refusal to his secretary. "Tell Mr. Taylor, if this is to do with his son's appeal, he should take that through the appropriate channels."

 

"He says it is a personal matter, Sir."

 

Clenching his teeth in fury and supreme annoyance at the man's stupidity, the chief snapped, "I have no time for this today, Sally. Tell Mr. Taylor if he has a police matter to discuss with me, he can make an appointment - just the same as anyone else." Not waiting for his secretary's reply, he ended the conversation knowing he had to handle this immediately before Craig did something infinitely more stupid. Unlocking his desk drawer, Stockwell retrieved a prepaid cell phone used for such emergencies. Taking brisk steps, he stepped out of his office, ignoring all that tried to detain him, his focus on one thing... and one thing alone - dealing with Craig Taylor.

 

Once he was safe in his car, he flipped open the phone to call, cursing the day he had entered into this unholy alliance with this man. "What the fuck are you thinking, Taylor?"

 

"Chief Stockwell... I- I know I'm not supposed to call you at the office... but I didn't know what else to do," Craig stammered, dreading the fury he was bound to unleash in the chief, yet knowing he had no choice but to warn him.

 

"Our business is final. There should be nothing left to discuss. Your repugnant son is incarcerated... and his victim is gone from our lives."

 

Craig groaned, knowing this wouldn't go well. "That's just the thing, Sir. Hobbs isn't quite gone."

 

"Explain that..." Stockwell growled vehemently.

 

"Hobbs is antsy. He's been calling me. I've given him money several times since the initial payment. He always wants more. Says it takes a lot of money to keep him safe in hiding." Craig breathed in and out deeply. "That's not the worst of it. I think he just wants to come back home... the United States at the very least."

 

"Well, he can't come back!" Stockwell exploded. "Your son's trial was big news here, Taylor. Hobbs would be recognized. I told you this plan was foolhardy and Hobbs was unreliable. I'd hazard a guess that he's feeling guilty too. Surprise me for once and tell me I'm wrong."

 

Craig swallowed, wishing more than anything that he could dispute that. "I can't. He shows all signs of being homesick, along with guilt-ridden. I just don't know what to do, Chief. I can't keep wiring him money. I am about to bankrupt myself."

 

"You are pathetic, Taylor." Jim Stockwell sneered in his disgust. "I'm not quite certain your son is the weaker of the Taylor men." Frowning as he gave the matter serious thought, he answered quickly, "Okay, this is what we're going to do. Get in contact with him and tell him you will get him the money. Explain to him that it will take a few days to gather up the funds he requires to make him more secure. This time you won't be wiring the funds. You'll be delivering them personally." His voice lowered to one of a cold and chilling whisper. "I think you know what needs to happen when you see him."

 

"A-are you saying what I think you are?" Craig's heart began to thunder in his chest at the mere thought of what he felt the chief was implying.

 

A harsh series of expletives followed. "I don't need to spell it out, Taylor. I'm not going down for either you or Hobbs. I have a good career... one that I don't intend to lose. You fix this, or I swear, Taylor - I will hang you both out to dry!"

 


 

Michael groaned as he spotted Justin's two lotharios making their way toward them. "I told you this was a bad idea..." he hissed under his breath.

 

"What?" Justin asked, his head jerking up at Michael's none-so-subtle warning. Justin shuddered in annoyance, yet finding no fear present for either man. "They are irritating... but nothing that can't be handled."

 

"Handled? The warden won't view it that way - if another incident erupts. Fuck!" Michael looked around nervously, hoping Brandon had followed them as he had urged him with a simple look. "I knew I shouldn't have come here!"

 

Justin finished selecting his book, snapping the volume shut as Ethan and Kip came closer. He looked at them with a bored and tired expression, ignoring Michael's panicked entreaties for them to leave. "What's up?" Justin's voice was nonchalant, his tone somber as he watched the two men warily.

 

Kip reached him first, his hand stretching out to slide along Justin's jaw. His eyes narrowed when Justin jerked out of his reach. "I can answer that with two words, Hot Stuff. I think my friend here would agree."

 

Michael snorted. "The two of you know you don't have a chance on your own, so you decided to double team him. Pathetic... both of you."

 

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Michael?" Ethan's voice was nasally and cold. "We can see that Justin makes it to lunch on time."

 

Kip moved in even closer, forcing Justin to retreat... purposely trapping him against the shelf of books; the aggression of his actions causing the other nearby prisoners to vacate the area. After the incident this morning, most didn't want to further incense the warden. He had surprisingly not enforced the lockdown that he had originally ordered. They all knew that could be changed in an instant. Kip pushed his hips into Justin's... smiling when he saw the fear suddenly enter Justin's eyes. "I think I found my lunch." He glanced toward a drooling Ethan. "What do you think, Ethan?"

 

"I agree. He has to taste better than anything on the menu." Ethan moved forward, pushing Michael out of his way, his hands reaching out to paw at Justin's body; leaving no doubt that he was working with Kip in this endeavor.

 

"You two are idiots. Don't you remember what happened this morning?" Michael warned them, yet upon looking at the lust-blown gaze in both men's eyes - rational thinking was not their reality.

 

Justin forced his spine to stiffen, his eyes moving back and forth between them, ice quickly forming in his veins. "Obviously, they are idiots... or they wouldn't be attempting this now. I'd advise you both to back off now... if you know what's good for you."

 

"Threats from the newest little fish in our pond?" Kip shared a conspiratorial look with Ethan. "Perhaps he has some balls after all."

 

"I can't wait to see them..." Ethan lustily purred. His eyes slithered over Justin, before he finished, "taste them too..."

 

Justin was about to tell them both to go to hell when a throat cleared behind them. He looked up to find his guard to be his rescuer. Initially, he was thankful for that, before he began to think about Brandon's sudden arrival. It could be coincidental... or it could be very bad once again. His luck recently warned him it was most likely the latter.

 

Brandon sneered, seeing that he had arrived at precisely the right time. Any later and the warden's favorite new toy would have been in a very precarious situation. "I don't foresee that meal in your immediate future." He smiled when they both jumped in surprise. "Get lost..." he barked at them, laughing as they each scurried off, but not before giving Justin a couple of hungry, yet inquisitive glances.

 

"Thank you for following us, Brandon. This kid is nothing but trouble..." Michael grumbled, not admitting that he actually did like the boy.

 

"That he is, Michael. Go on into lunch. I'll take care of our rebellious youth..." Brandon returned, his eyes fully trained on the troublesome blond.

 

Justin swallowed. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Sir. I just wanted to get a book. I'll just go along to lunch... then to my work assignment as the warden instructed."

 

Brandon watched as Michael slipped away, knowing Michael understood the score... and that a change of plans was about to be affected. "The warden has changed his mind, Taylor. You are to get your book... Then you are to report directly to the warden's office. Your lunch will be served there today... as it will be every day from here on out."

 

Groaning, Justin surmised, "The warden knows I'm in here... and that there was a problem?"

 

"I'm afraid so, Justin." A brief look of sympathy entered Brandon's eyes. "Not much passes the warden's scrutiny. Maybe it won't be so bad. There weren't any incidents this time."

 

"This time..." Justin murmured. "I think we both know with the warden there will be a bigger issue. It won't be a matter of nothing happening... it will be more of what could have happened."

 

Brandon nodded. "You're learning, Taylor."

 

"Yeah," Justin agreed. "Unfortunately, not quickly enough."

 


 

Brian slammed his office door shut, his steps taking him to behind his desk, eyes biting into the monitor that showed Justin walking the path from the library and in the direction of his office. His hand slightly shook in rage at this boy's continued lack of common sense. At first, he had thought Justin was trying to push him; yet after watching him at the library making his selection, he realized his visit there had been genuine. Brian knew he couldn't fault him for his actions, merely the timing of them. After the shower incident earlier in the morning, entering the library with only Michael by his side had been the height of stupidity. Before the boy began work today - he would more than understand that.

 

He pressed the button that would allow Brandon and Justin to enter, smiling coldly as Justin jumped at the clicking sound arriving before a knock could be administered. His eyes connected with Brandon's only briefly, in his look thanking his most trusted guard with another timely intervention. "Go to lunch, Brandon." His eyes icily assessed Justin's tense posture, putting his most troublesome prisoner at ease the last thing on his mind. "I'll handle this myself."

 

"As you wish, Sir." Brandon shook his head as he looked at Justin. The boy had been foolish again, but he understood it. A man went stir crazy in those cells without anything to do. He doubted Justin would find scintillating conversation from the likes of Michael Novotny... nor could he envision them ever having much in common. The boy needed something to distract him. He couldn't understand why Justin wasn't simply taking the easy way out. Brian was obviously becoming obsessed with him. Realistically, a claim needed to be staked. If not, protecting this boy or keeping him to himself would be next to impossible. He never questioned the warden's decisions... but this one was risky every way he looked at it.

 

Justin kept his head lowered, not looking up as Brandon made his departure. He wished the guard had stayed. Not looking up, Justin stammered, "S-Sir... I'm sorry."

 

"Silence!" Brian thundered. "This is becoming a repetitive entrance for you, Taylor. I am so close to throwing you to the wolves. Perhaps that will restore order to my prison." Brian's eyes slithered over Justin's still form. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just let them have you? Without a doubt, the riots would cease once the collective itch has been scratched."

 

Eyes widening, his head snapped up, hoping to determine if the warden was merely toying with him or not. He couldn't decipher anything in his cold, hard gaze. "Sir, you c-can't mean that. Nothing really happened in the library."

 

Brian stepped out from behind his desk, his nostrils flaring as anger overwhelmed him. He began to circle Justin like a menacing shark. "Nothing happened? You can't be that fucking clueless!" Brian felt no mercy as he watched the flinch that immediately assailed the boy. That was another problem. He was too damn sensitive and even more vulnerable. That didn't fit in this world. Such weakness would only lead to his own destruction - with or without his protection.

 

"I thought I would be safe. It was a quick stop on the way to lunch. Michael was even with me. I didn't know two of them would corner me..." Justin protested, trying to make the warden see he hadn't meant for anything bad to happen; yet seeing the harsh accusation in the warden's eyes... telling him one thing only. The warden's mind was already made up.

 

"Michael..." Brian sneered. "You are pathetic, Taylor. He couldn't save himself let alone protect your tight little ass." Brian continued to stare Justin down, determined this time to show him the foolishness of his actions. "Let me draw you a picture. Michael was about to be incapacitated in one way or another. Next, Ethan would probably secure the library door. They wouldn't have long... but enough time to have their little private time with you. My guess is that Ethan would hold you down while Kip went at you first. Then, Kip would return the favor. They wouldn't care what they had to do to secure you quickly. Do you know what would happen when it was over?"

 

Justin knew he was expected to respond. It was all he could do not to be physically ill thinking of what those two men obviously had intended for him. "What?"

 

"Not only would you have crawled out of there with a bruised and possibly extremely damaged ass, but word would also get around. Two would turn into even more. Need I go on?"

 

Swallowing with difficulty, Justin shook his head. "No, Sir. I think I more than understand."

 

"Good," Brian growled. He continued to circle around his prisoner and prey. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, before he stopped to stand directly behind Justin, his eyes coming alive with hot fire as he took a close look at Justin's back angle... enticements even the loose prison garb couldn't hide from him. He placed his palm against the well-rounded curve of one ass cheek, a lustful smile on his lips as he felt the muscles quivering in response. "Undoubtedly a very nice ass... one worth fighting to acquire."

 

Justin moaned, uncertain if fear or desire overwhelmed him the most. There was something about this menacing, yet too mesmerizing man. He couldn't keep a clear head around him. As much as he feared the man that controlled this prison... his lust for him was only continuing to grow. Unable to resist, Justin bravely asked, "Are you speaking of the other prisoners... or more of yourself?"

 

A husky laugh emitted from the man that was rarely surprised. That was until this petite, and hot little blond entered his world. Brian slid his other arm around Justin's waist, yanking him back against him... his cock already beginning to prod at him through the layers of clothing that separated them. He reached down to knead Justin's rapidly expanding cock. His mouth lowered to lick and bite at Justin's neck, his fingers tweaking the tip of Justin's cock, a sensual smile of victory curving his lips following Justin's urgent moans. "I'm done with playing games with you. It's time to move things along..."

 

Justin's neck arched into Brian's mouth, his resistance gone now. "P-please... anything."

 

"Anything?" Brian purred, his tongue sliding up and down Justin's neck. "I like the sound of that. I do like that a lot."

 

Turning to face him, Justin gasped, "Kiss me, Sir. P-please."

 

"Kiss you?" Brian asked silkily. "Don't worry, Justin Taylor, I will be kissing you - all over. Before we start, I need to hear you tell me that you're mine from this moment on. That you will do anything I ask. Can you do that, Justin? I will keep to my word and protect you. That was never really in question... However, I will do more. I will give you the most pleasure any man has ever had. All you have to do is give yourself completely to me."

 

Give himself completely to Warden Kinney? Could he do that? More to the point... could he even resist doing exactly that? Justin knew the answer. Whatever was happening between them, there was no denying his pull toward it. Right or wrong he wanted him. Realistically it was also his best chance for survival. Justin knew that wasn't at the heart of his decision. He wanted the warden... completely - whatever that ended up meaning for him. "Y-yes, Warden. I can do that."

 

Another growl followed, this one infinitely more predatory and feral. "Good boy. Your lessons begin now. Before you leave this office today, you will know what it means to be mine. I do hope you're ready for that, Justin. Your reality has changed more than you can possibly imagine." Brian's voice lowered to a deep guttural purr. "Now close your eyes and take yourself to a better place. Think of the most sensual surroundings you can visualize. Once you are there, I will kiss you. I am going to make you come from my kiss alone. Think you can handle that?"

 

Justin nodded vigorously. "Yes. I can handle it."

 

"Close your eyes and relax that hot body against me. I'll do the rest." Brian's breathing was ragged as he looked at the lips he would soon devour. Lips that he had obsessed about possessing. Ones he would in every way. Brian rubbed the pad of his thumb across Justin's full lips, his eyes smoldering as he watched their parting. "Beautiful..." Brian uncharacteristically whispered. Brian had no idea how long this desire would consume him... but he intended to be the only man fanning this blond's fire until it fully abated. The boy was his now... and he couldn't wait to completely savor him. As his lips lowered to crush Justin's beneath his own, Brian knew Justin's reality wouldn't be the only one to change today. His inevitably had as well.

 

TBC

 

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