Thread: Jail Camp (Prince x Slashed)

See more Minus the mascara, this is the warden Warden Rhys Caldwell leafed through the transfer documents he had just printed. The normal night guard who manned the front desk had left early, sick, and Rhys had to leave his private residence on the youth jail's grounds to handle this intake himself. The inconvenience was annoying and had left the Warden in a bad mood. Sighing, he flipped back his long dark hair, which had fallen across his dark blue eyes as he looked down at the documents, and pursed his lips in thought. Cory Blackwood. 16 years old. The boy's charges seemed minor and the one year sentence would likely get reduced if he served time well. The brief bio seemed to indicate no prior trouble with the law and good grades in school, which was very unusual. Most of his inmates had a long history of trouble. Rhys was a tall man, but his long hair and delicate features made him not the typical image of a prison warden. He came from the ranks of youth counseling, not jailing, and his unusual personal appearance was indicative of his unconventional approach to reforming his prisoners. His charges were all late teenage boys serving Juvenile sentences and the mission he had was to reform and re-educate them. Of course, punishment was often part of the re-education process and many prisoners had been surprised by his willingness to mete out discipline in his reshaping of them. He had a philosophy that shock was the only tool to really change the mindset of one of these boys. His track record at reforming the kids was unusually good and had thus far prevented much oversight or inquiry into his techniques. The prison itself was organized more like a camp, and indeed he called it Jail Camp to his wards to let them know it was a chance to have fun and not be miserable. He had several bunkhouses, each with eight inmates that had their own showers and restrooms. There was a common mess hall and kitchen to eat in and numerous outdoor activities in the large recreation yard they all shared. His own house sat in one corner of the yard and the only other building within the fenced perimeter was the administration and medical building that he was currently inside. With a sigh, he stood up as he heard the transport bus pull up outside the office. He walked outside and nodded to the guard that came out first, signing the clipboard he presented to take over custody of the prisoner. Cory followed a second later after the guard shouted to him. Rhys smiled as Cory stepped out of the bus a little tentatively with his hands handcuffed before him. The boy was small and very slender, almost swallowed up in the baggy orange prison clothes he had on. He had very fair skin and large, eyes that were averted from Rhys' intense. Cory's hair was short, but cut in a more feminine way that typical for a boy. Almost like a girl's pixie hairstyle. Rhys wasn't gay, but Cory was so effeminate in many ways that he almost found him attractive. Rhys found no sexual pleasure from the discipline he meted to his wards, but he did enjoy controlling and reshaping them. He knew that Cory would probably face a hard time in jail with the other boys. Despite his attempts to keep order, having a jail full of horny teenage boys meant that ones like Cory could quickly become turned into girls and used cruelly. Even straight prisoners could become homosexual in the confines of prison and with the right temptation in the form of an effeminate male like Cory. He'd have to keep a close out on Cory's behalf he thought to himself. Cory Blackwood? he asked with a thin smile. I'm Warden Caldwell, or Mister Rhys if you prefer. I'll be doing your intake and then showing you to your bunkhouse. Don't be scared, we'll take good care of you here at my jail camp. He grabbed the handcuffs and gave them a tug, leading Cory inside the building and into the intake room to be searched, photographed and then given a shower and new clothes. The windowless room had a drain in the floor in one corner with a shower head and nozzle on the wall next to it. There were only two chairs and he motioned for Cory to sit in one. The table between them held a fresh set of the gray prison clothes, cotton pants and a short sleeve shirt, that Rhys used at his facility. So Cory, he asked as he sat down across from the boy. Don't be scared... What led you to get sentenced to my jail camp?