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Prisoners are not human beings, they are scrum, trash and parasites to the society. Once criminals, forever will be……
The best way to deal with them is to lock them up in prison, isolate them from the world, that's what the society believes.
Law is the only definition of what's right or wrong. Moral and ethics are bullshit, unless you are rich enough to hire a kick-ass lawyer and slap the face of justice with cash.
The prison warden doesn't give a shit to these values or perceptions, he doesn't need to work at all, just sits in control room and salary flows into his bank account.
"Boss, zone C is under control."
"Move Usher to zone A, troublesome." The warden stayed his focus on the monitors, he didn't care about the conflicts between prisoners and mobs, he loves chaos as long as the mess can be control.
Being a prison warden is boring, listens to security reports, checks background of new prisoners, watches their brutal brawls in the canteen.
"Dismiss," It's almost time, almost mid-night.
"Sir," The officer spoke before the warden throw him out of the warden's room. "Detective Carson is coming tomorrow morning."
"Dismiss now!" Adam urged the officer out of his room, he shut and locked the door immediately.
Dashed back to his control panel, he switched the monitoring channel to special custody room number 6, an isolated room at a far end of corridor in basement level 2. Enough privacy for a prisoner to do whatever he wanted to do, given the false sense of isolation and privacy.
Adam secretly inserted a audio recording system embedded in the wall, he doesn't care the regulations or rules, he is the boss here. Thus, he installed more hidden cameras in the cell room, made sure that he could observe every single details of the prisoner, all he wanted to see is that particular 'prisoner' in fact.
"Ahhh……"
Blake sat on his bed, his back leaned on the wall. His palm is on his length, moving up and down slowly. He was so sure that no guards is around at this current hour, that was the shifting hour. He moaned huskily, this was his second years in prison sentence.
Prison and sex are either extreme polar or the same thing, Blake chose to keep himself clean during his sentence, he had a reason.
"Arrrrrrh……" Blake couldn't tell whether the jerking off made him sweat or the air conditioning system was not working, his free hand started to unbutton his orange shirt, his body slid down on the bed, laid flat facing the ceiling.
His hand never stopped, groaned in self-generated pleasure, closed his eyes. Blake imagined his lover is giving him a blowjob, pretended his precious lover didn't want to let go of his length, tried the best to satisfy his sexual desires.
This is the reason why Adam didn't quit his job to take over his family business.
"Oh…… Blake, so damn perfect." Adam was doing the same thing, but imagined himself being fucked by the hunk.
"Baby, fuck me." Adam speed up when Blake was reaching limit, he knew the exact time for Blake to cum after watching him for more than a year.
'Arrrgh!' Blake groaned like a wild beast, a caged monster. Adam wanted to hear it directly instead of through the recording system, the best he could do was to turn off Blake's air conditioner to force he undress.
'Babe, I love ya so much,' Blake murmured unconsciously, he was exhausted.
"Me too." Adam's cum split on the screen.
Blake opened his eyes again, he gazed at the ceiling as if he was having sex with someone.
'I love ya, I fucking love ya,' Blake's eyes filled with sorrows and regrets instantly. 'Luke, I love ya.'
That single word, that name ruined Adam's mood completely. Fist slammed on the table, threw things off the table like a mad man.
Luke, Luke, Luke…… All Blake could think of was Blake's stupid boss, Luke Bryan. Blake was Luke's lieutenant, he was a loyal enforcer. Blake took the fall for Luke on a murder case, that's how he ended up in here.
Adam hated Blake'a stupidity for having a huge crush on Luke, but things will change after detective Carson's visit.