He sat alone in his office well past midnight, the rest of the administrative wing dark and quiet. Only the low hum of the security monitors and the distant clank of night rounds broke the silence. His desk was covered in reports he hadn’t touched. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat beside his hand. His cock was already half-hard just from thinking about summoning the one man he should never see alone again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Elias picked up the phone and dialed the control room.

“Send inmate King to my office for a disciplinary review. Immediate. Use the private corridor. No escort inside once...