David didn't know if it was a wise idea to go back to Mr. Hook. The guy stank against the wind for miles, but curiosity had seized David. Above all, after the rather dry discussions with Dr. Novak and James. Nobody really wanted to inaugurate him. A frontal attack was perhaps the better solution. David knew that he didn't make good decisions in life. But this should be fatal.

He walked down the long corridor until two guards stopped him. "And where do you want to go?"

Their machine guns were firmly in her hands. Ready to be fired.

"To Mr. Hook, please."

"If you have an appointment with him, you’ll be picked up," one of the two guards said, taking a step towards David. "Go back to your cell."

But David didn't back off. "He said I could come over anytime."

"Sure," the other guard laughed, pushing David back. "Go now."

They wouldn't shoot him. But they would not shy away from violence. So David went back annoyed; unwilling to be beaten to defend his point of view. Just as he was standing outside and lighting a cigarette, the attractive blonde was standing next to him.

He wasn't surprised and didn't ask why she suddenly found him so quickly. Mr. Hook had probably just glanced at his thousand monitors, which he was watching 24/7.

"Come with me," she said promptly, staring sternly at the cigarette, which was not even half gone.

David didn't want to strain the lady's patience, so he stubbed out the cigarette in the nearby ashtray and followed her with an annoyed smile.

As they walked back down the aisle that David had just come from, he was watching the cameras that hung on almost every corner. If he counted correctly, there were a total of 26 alone in the passage that led from the infirmary to the administrative wing. Probably more in the corridor between cell block A and the infirmary. And again, a good handful towards the canteen. The entire prison was full of cameras. David suspected, however, that some of them were just dummies. As a deterrent.

The blonde left him in the antechamber and politely knocked on Mr. Hook's room. She disappeared into the room and left David alone with four armed guards. Two stood behind him at one door, two in front of him at the other door. Two more doors led to other rooms from the waiting room. David suspected that one of the two rooms was the blonde's office. The other room, maybe the surveillance room. How else could Hook have reacted so quickly? Did he watch him more often? Did he know that he always took a shower in the evening? Did he know about James?

"Mr. Hamsfield,” said Mr. Hook suddenly from the doorframe to David. He stood there with his arms spread out as if he was about to meet an old friend again. “Nice to see you back. It took a bit, but you probably had to do a few things first, right?”

David didn't answer, just folded his hands in front of his lap.

"Come in!" he laughed cheerfully and waved to his office. David tried to smile politely and walked past the man who gave him little space between the door and his body. The blonde stopped in the office. David went to the chair on which he had last sat while Mr. Hook talked to him. When David was sitting and Mr. Hook eyed him closely, a security guard was sneezing. As if Hook had woken from a dream, his grin stopped and he looked annoyed at the door.

"Go and shut the door," he said to his secretary, flapping her out with a waving hand. "And don't bother us."

David's neck hair rose. He was suddenly sure that he was here to give the guy a blowjob.

The door closed and there was an uncomfortable silence. Mr. Hook was pacing up and down. Always right behind David.

“May I ask why you came back? Do you have any new information for me? Or something else?” he asked curiously and finally went over to the other side of the desk. His grin was almost as wide as his entire face.

David pressed his lips into a strict line and tried to make clear that situation is indeed serious. “Not necessarily new information. The last time you said you might have a job for me. I wanted to know exactly what you meant.”

Hook grinned a little wider. His wrinkles grew deeper and made him look older than he already was. Certainly, he and David were separated by a good 15 years. "The job. I remember.” He bit his lip and went around his desk again; towards David. His executive chair remained vacant. It didn't seem like Hook was going to sit down anytime soon. Instead, he stood right next to David, who tried to avoid eye contact. He stubbornly looked at the unused office chair.

"You know ... David - may I call you that?" he asked unnecessarily, since David didn't have to answer to give him permission. “You are a really handsome man. I know you didn't have a good start here with me. And I'm really sorry. But I think it's because you are so fine-looking.”

He was exaggerating excessively, David knew that. There were enough handsome men in this prison, so why should David have had a bad start because of that? Hook wanted to flirt. That much was clear.

"So I want to make you an offer," he murmured, running a hand across David's back. "I'll take care of you and for that ... you give me some information here and there."

"Shall I work for you as a rat?" David asked tensely, remembering Tucker's words that the rumour was going around that Hook would have inmates killed by exactly such job titles.

"That's a bad word," Hook laughed, starting to massage David's neck. “The information I want from you is not specific. Just how it’s like in my prison. Who with whom, when and where. What deals are running. What the general ear hears. Maybe even some gossip - I love gossip.”

His hands smelled strongly of nicotine. David strained to keep looking ahead. On the desk he saw a large box of chocolate with Cyrillic characters. Did Hook speak Russian? Or did it have anything to do with the supposedly widespread Eastern European drugs?

“And for that… I'll give you my protection, David. Of course that means you can't talk to anyone about that, you see? Your cellmate is nice, isn't he? He takes good care of you. But he can't protect you like I can. I know you're longing for security.”

Hook's hands went over David's neck. His fingertips ran over the slight scratches. David could feel it aching a bit. Finally the smelly hands went around his neck and forward into his shirt.

“If you do well, I can give you a single room. Or better food. So you benefit enormously from my offer.”

Whatever Hook said, he didn’t address the elephant in the room, which David was aware of even more so; namely what he expected to get in return: sex. Because his hands went down further and encircled David's pectoral muscles. He ran his index fingers over his nipples.

In some situations, it was better to let things happen. If David had fought back or made salty comments, Hook would certainly not have been so generous. David wanted more information - he should get it. No matter what it costed. What he did with James, he could do with Hook. Where was the difference?

So he let the old man play with his hands on his nipples until they hardened. A physiological reaction, nothing more. Because David didn't get hard. Instead, he felt Hook's stiff penis press through his pants against his neck.

“What do you say, David? Help me? So that I can help you?”

Whatever it was about David that made everyone crave to make him his whore, it seemed to work extremely well. Antonio, Candy, James and now Hook. Although it was surely an amusing idea to offer oneself to all three and wait until they would all mangle each other over David. He felt his head move forward and back almost automatically. A silent nod.

"Oh, how nice, David," Hook whispered, stepping away and pulling his right hand back. You could hear the zipper of his pants and how he took out his cock. The warm and damp glans slid over David's neck. He closed his eyes and wished that he would never have come to this prison. But what should he do? Now he was there and put himself freely in this situation. Everything to get information that he didn't get after all.

Thank God David had to do nothing more than sit there and let Hook play with his nipples. Behind him he heard Hook furiously rubbing himself off. Finally he came on David's neck with a loud sigh. David narrowed his eyes and hoped that he was allowed to leave immediately. Into the shower. Just to wash off the shame and the sperm.

But Hook spread the sperm a little bit more in his hair and shoulders with the still hard penis. "Oh, David, we're going to have so much fun together ..."

With the palm of his hand, he suddenly ran over David's wet neck and collected some sperm, which he eventually pushed generously into David's mouth by running his wet fingers between his lips.

At that moment David wanted to bite his fingers off.

Hook sighed contentedly and finally let go of David. “From now on you come to me at least once a week. Maybe more often. Emma will pick you up. You don't have to work, so you have free time. If you need anything, ask me. You get it.” Then he smiled wickedly and wiped his hands and dick with a paper towel. David saw it in the corner of his eye. He was still frozen in the chair, staring straight ahead. The moisture of the sperm dried slowly. A feeling of tension spread across his skin.

“You don't tell anyone about our deal. If you do ... there will be consequences.”

Ah, the mandatory threat.

“In return, you get everything you want. Good, isn't it?” Hook chuckled, tossing the paper towel away. “Now go. I'll call you as soon as I need you again. Meanwhile, Emma is your contact person.”

So David was free to go. It took him a few seconds to heave up on his shaky legs and leave the room. The guards watched him gloomily as the blonde, probably Emma, stood with a clipboard on the open door to the connecting door to another room. David had no nerve to look inside. He just wanted to leave.

Emotional blindness was not always an advantage. It helped to keep calm and to look cool in certain situations. You always kept a cool head. Emotions from other people did not burden you so much. In general, you didn't really care much about anything. But the downside was that dangerous situations were not immediately recognized. And David groped from one to the next.

Hook's deal hadn't been a good idea. But his fate had already been sealed the moment he entered the office. Actually, it had been sealed when he already had the thought to visit him in his head.

David stormed into his cell, grabbed a towel and his change of clothes. With rapid steps he stormed into the shower. But before he could reach the entrance, he saw two dangerous guys standing in front of it. Tattooed and with gold teeth, short haircut and endless muscles. They guarded the entrance. You could hear loud groans in the corridor.

"Fuck," he murmured, sighing loudly. He quickly turned around and went down another corridor. They fucked at day in the showers? And nobody did anything? When he passed a toilet, he quickly ran in and surprised two guys who were also in the middle of doing it.

"For fuck’s sake!" he cried and turned back. His pulse quickened as the guys called after him. Almost blind with anger, he ran back to the cell and started undressing there. Furiously, he drowned his towel in water under the sink and started washing the sperm off. He scrubbed the back of his neck like crazy until the skin turned red and hurt. His hands trembled, as did his legs.

Until so far, those situations hadn’t touched him so badly - why now? Hook was definitely a different number than Antonio. He had just been a small man with a much too big ego. But Hook ... the man could get him into trouble.

Or help him.

But David wasn't sure if the price for the help wasn't too high.