My Desirable Prison

Disclaimer: These characters are all mine. Please remember that.

Dannigurl: Thanks to all those who reviewed and read my story. I didn’t expect such a response but I’m glad that I got it. I’ve only gotten good reviews and now I’m sort of unsure if I can live up to expectations and to make the other chapters as “good” as the first two were. I hope I don’t disappoint anyone. Oh and I’m soo sorry for the delay. I kinda lost the will to write and nothing was coming to me. This chapter is sorta boring. It’s just to add background basically.

Oh and /..../ means thoughts in case i didn\'t say that before.

Daniel Masters Description:
Age: 23
Position: Aidan’s Personal Assistant
Personality: Asshole
Eyes: Ice blue
Build: Slim, no visible muscles because he’s always covered.
Lips: Thin, just enough blood to make him seem alive
Complexion: Pale
Sexual Orientation: Not confirmed at the moment
Dislikes: Seeing Jesse, hearing Jesse, being around Jesse, Jesse being alive.

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Chapter 3
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(Jesse and Durkheim are walking towards the exit of the station)


“Pleaassssssssseeeee Durkheim! Please think this over rationally.” Begged Jesse.

“I already have. Hurry up, you heard the man. Your carriage awaits you Princess.”


Ignoring the nickname Jesse continued to beg. “I mean seriously, he could be a serial killer who likes hot teenage boys, such as myself, to slice and dice and rape to his heart’s delight. That would be the end of me!”

“One can only hope. Besides, it won’t be rape if you like it. Rumor has it that you’ve taken it up the ass a few times already. So just get on your knees and cock up your ass, no pun intended, and enjoy the ride is what I say.” Durkheim said, grinning from cheek to cheek.

Realizing that Jesse had slowed their progress towards the door to almost a stop, Durkheim grabbed the teen by the arm and dragged him out and through the door. Who needed criminals when there are cops like Durkheim, who willingly gave minors to total strangers just because of the chi-ching of money?

“Fuck you, Durkheim.” Jesse said flatly as he finally reached the black stretch limo. He tried not to seem surprised when a man in a black uniform opened the limo door for him and waited for him to enter before closing the door. He said a polite thank you to the man and smiled at the startled you are welcome that he received.

Jesse rolled down the window of the limo down long enough to flip Durkheim off before he even noticed another presence in the limo. He wasn’t entirely surprised to find that someone was already in the limo. //Probably think I’m going to steal the shiny lights//. Rolling his eyes at the thought, Jesse faced the person sitting across from him in the limo. Although the lighting was dim, Jesse could see well enough to know that other person was a man, a very boring and mildly attractive looking man. “Mr. Jesse Winthrop, correct?” He asked, his voice sounding formal and a little cold in the small confines of the limo.

“Yea, that’s me.” Jesse said blandly.


“My name is Daniel Masters, Mr. Scott’s personal assistant. I’ll be escorting you to the house after we arrive at our destination.”


“Fantastic. I certainly cannot wait. Oooh boy, I’m practically jumping in my seat.” Jesse replied, a smirk curving his lips.


“Your humor escapes me, Mr. Winthrop. This is no laughing matter, as you will see when I lay out the ground rules. I have a typed list that will be awaiting you at the mansion but it couldn’t hurt to get you acquainted with them beforehand.”

Jesse looked at the man across from him in amusement. Dressed in a severe suit, white shirt, black tie and Italian leather shoes, he looked like he was on his way to a funeral than on his way to anywhere else. Although he had a somber appearance, it didn’t hide the fact that he was cute in a weird, creepy way. Not that Jesse was interested in him. The vibes coming off the man were “I don’t want you here. If I had a choice you would be having a little dip in the ocean with cement blocks on your wrists and feet.”

Jesse paid attention as Daniel started to go over the rules and regulations of his prison like new home. He really didn’t give a shit what they were cause he was going to break them anyway but maybe it would be useful to know them anyway.

“Rule number one Mr. Winthrop. I think this will be the most obvious in your case. No more stealing. Stealing is absolutely prohibited. If you are caught stealing or with any stolen merchandise in your possessions, charges will be brought against you.” Daniel paused for effect, waiting patiently for a sign that Jesse understood him. He continued to rule number two when no such sign came.

“Rule Number Two: In the absence of either Mr. Scott or myself, you will not have guests in the mansion. You are allowed visits, supervised by either Mr. Scott or myself. If you like someone to visit you, you have to inform me at least a week in advance. When you do so, please specify at what time and how long your guest will be staying. Overnight visits are also allowed with a few exceptions.”

“Rule Number Three goes hand in hand with the previous rule. There will be no females allowed to stay at the mansion overnight or any females in the mansion period. Males are fine. You shall not have sexual relations in the mansion hence the reason for no females are allowed in the house.” Daniel concluded his long winded Rule Number Three with a satisfied smirk on his lips. It was clear that he was extremely glad that Jesse would not be having ‘sexual relations’ with women. Little did he know that not have sex with women was nothing to Jesse.


“By sexual relations, do you mean fucking?” Jesse asked, trying to keep his expression innocent.


“Yes…that’s what I meant, although not in such a crude fashion.” Daniel stated, disdain coloring his voice.


“Okay no fucking girls in the mansion. Understood and not a problem. Please do carry on good man.”


“Rule Number Four: You are to report to work everyday. No excuses. If you are feeling ill then we will determine if you are able to work or not.”

“Wait hold up! What do you mean work? If you fuckers think that I’ll be your fucking slaves then you can fucking forget it! I ain’t doing shit, without getting paid. I know my fucking rights. I ain’t doing no free labor or any creepy shit that you assholes might have in mind.” Images of the kind of work in which he was bent over a oak desk with a fat old man prodding him with his wrinkled dick made Jesse shudder. That wasn’t going to happen again.

Ignoring Jesse completely, Daniel continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “You will report to work everyday. You will be working directly with either Mr. Scott or me in our office within the city or you will accompany us to business meetings outside of the country. Your job will be primarily clerical and as far as I can tell there is nothing creepy about that. You will be paid every two weeks and you will also receive an allowance. Does that meet you satisfaction, Mr. Winthrop?”


“Yea that sounds absolutely splendid.” Apparently Daniel didn\'t know when he was being mocked.


“I believe that will be all for the rules, although there are a few things that you should be aware of. You will have a tutor so that you may be home schooled. It says in your file that you only have an eight-grade education. Mr. Scott would like to remedy that. Also Mr. Scott’s grandmother resides in the mansion. Fortunately, she was visiting a friend when you paid a visit earlier tonight. It would have been most unfortunate if she had experienced another stroke.”


Grimacing, Jesse was glad that old lady Scott hadn’t been home. If she had come to any harm because of him he would have never forgiven himself. The job had been royally fucked up though. It was supposed to be a get in and get out type of hit. It didn’t pan out that way but at least he was going to make some extra cash and live in the lap of luxury. Somehow though he got the feeling that it wasn’t going to be so easy.

“And other thing, there will be no use of profanity in the presence of Mrs. Scott. She does not tolerate it and frankly neither do I. You will have to try to control yourself. We have arrived.” Daniel said.

Rolling his eyes, Jesse looked out the window as the limo drove up the long driveway to stop in front of the large and slight intimidation doors of the mansion. It was more impressive now that all the lights were on and he wasn’t running towards freedom. He knew that Daniel was saying something to him but he really didn’t give a shit what the man was saying. The guy really did need to get laid. He was just too stuck up for his own good. That’s how the rich usually were and it always rubbed him the wrong way. He supposed it would do him good if he actually listened to what dude was saying.

Daniel opened the door, walked in and expected Jesse to follow, which Jesse did because he really didn’t have a choice. “Elsie will show you to your room,” he said gesturing to a middle-aged woman who had a warm smile and friendly expression. “You will shower, get dressed with the clothes provided to you and I will escort you to Mrs. Scott’s room. For a reason beyond me, she is eagerly awaiting to meet you. Elsie don’t stand there and gawk! Show him to his room! I seriously do not comprehend how you managed to stay employed this long.”

Watching Daniel stalk from the room like he owned the place, Elsie muttered something that sounded a lot like “What I seriously do not comprehend is how you’re such an asshole” before she turned to regard Jesse. “Follow me.” After a few moments of silence, Elsie said “So you’re the kid that knocked up the house earlier huh?” With a wary nod, Jesse gave his confirmation as he followed up the massive staircase to the upper floor.

“Did you get anything valuable?” She asked, her expression curious. She chuckled at Jesse’s look before saying, “Don’t worry. I’d be happy if you did. You managed to get in Mr. I only wear Armani’s room. He’s been claiming that he’s missing something real valuable. Been bitching and moaning about it’s worth and if he finds the person that stole, he’d have their balls or something like that. So friendly warning, keep your eyes open around him.”

“Thanks and I will.” Jesse murmured thoughtfully. The ‘T’ ring was valuable for someone in Jesse’s position but not for Daniel. To make such a big fuss about a bauble like that is quite interesting. /There’s more to it that that. What is it that you really lost Daniel?/

“No problem kid. The staff here hates his guts and if we could we would have already poisoned him. The only reason he’s still alive is cause of the boss. I think he’s kinda sweet on Master Scott. That’s the only possible reason for all the ass kissing that he does. Don’t mention that to anyone though. We’re not supposed to know anything about his nightly ‘sessions’ with his left and right hands and the boss’s name a sigh on his lips. Entertaining stuff I tell ya.” Elsie chuckled softy at some joke that Jesse knew nothing about. She stopped in front an oak door, which he assumed was his room.

As he entered the room, Elsie told him to take the time to freshen up, that there were clean towels in the bathroom and he had several changes of clothing in closet for the next few days. Bidding him goodnight, she left Jesse alone in his new room. Said room was similar to the one he was in earlier that night. The fabrics were rich and spoke of wealth. Hell even the air smelled valuable. /I think that I got the better part of this deal. Daniel thought he could scare me with the thought of a tutor. Little does he know that I don’t need one. This should prove to be interesting./

Chuckling, Jesse started to shed his clothes and headed toward the bathroom. Sparing little more than a glance toward the marble décor of the bathroom. Heading straight to the shower stall, Jesse turned on the shower and adjusted the temp to the perfect temperature. Entering the shower and closing the door behind him, Jesse stepped under the spray of the water and tried not to moan in pleasure.

It had been ages since he had had a shower. Right now this was the sexiest thing in the world. The water caressing his skin, washing away the dirt and grime of the last 3 weeks was heaven. Sure there had been splashes of water here and there and brief scrubs in the most important places but there was nothing compared to this. It was always amusing to watch the black water swirl down the drain.

Staying under the welcome spray of clean water for quite some time, Jesse finally came out of the shower. Grabbing two towels on his way into the bedroom, Jesse wrapped one loosely around his waist and one around his head. Ruffling the towel in his hair for a few minutes, Jesse dropped the towel to the floor while he walked toward the closet.


“Do you always walk half naked around someone else’s house?” A male voice asked, momentarily startling Jesse.


“No. I usually wear black clothing, gloves and a sky mask.” Jesse quipped.


The man didn’t give any indication that he acknowledged Jesse’s attempt at humor. “The black clothing was present tonight but the mask was not.”


“Yea, a slip up on my part.”


“Yes, a slip up. A bad one too.” Jesse nodded in agreement, although he had the feeling that they had different reasons as to why the slip up was a bad one. Moving his weight from one side to the other, Jesse tried to keep his eyes glued to the space just to the right of Aidan’s head. There was something about the man that commanded attention. He wore power like a second skin, knew people either feared or respected him and he reveled in it. It was clear in his arrogant stance and the aloof barely polite words that they had exchanged so far.



Power and confidence were not the only things that the other man had going for him. He had sexuality and looks that anyone would kill for. Hell, Jesse was just about ready to find someone to shoot and he hadn’t graced the man’s bed. Yet.


Aidan had the classic Greek godlike looks. Olive skin that always gleamed with a sheen of its own and black hair that begged to be touched. He had brown eyes gorgeous to look at and Jesse suspected that if stared at too long, it was possible that you could drown in them. He had a muscular body, not body builder type but the kind that attracted attention and showed that he took pride in taking care of himself. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a slim waist. Long legs and kissable lips, Aidan was sexier than the shower that Jesse took and everything that Jesse usually looked for in a man. Everything well except for one thing. And Jesse wouldn’t know if he Aidan was perfect in everyway until later. Hopefully. On second thought, definitely.


“I assume that Daniel told you about everything that is expected of you.” Aidan stated as he took a seat on one of the chairs in the room.


“Yes he has. I have one question though.”

“Oh?”

“My tutor, what…uh gender is that person going to be?” Jesse asked as casually as possible.


“A male, I believe. Is there a problem that I should be aware of?” Aidan asked as he watched Jesse closely. Very closely. He was careful to keep his perusal of the kid’s half naked form subtle. Although he had kept his end of the stilted conversation up, his mind was going a mile a minute. He was seriously regretting being convinced that allowing a criminal to live in his home, no matter how tempting and delicious the young boy looked. But that was the problem wasn’t it? The part where Jesse Winthrop was tempting and delicious was definitely a problem. He couldn’t help his eyes from traveling slowly up the slender frame, wishing that he was a droplet of water just to be able to linger on the lithe body.

Shaking his head slightly, Aidan tried to clear his head of the thoughts that were currently running through it. He had made a promise that he intended to keep. Grandmother Scott would have his balls if he didn’t. No more fucking around, settle down and start a family. That was the plan. Looking at Jesse made Aidan want to throw the plan out the window for one night just so that he could fuck the boy. Just for fun and the exercise.


“Oh. No actually I prefer it to be a man. It would be more….suitable.” Jesse said with a smile, not noticing that Aidan seemed to be pulled back to the present with his words.


“Fantastic. I’m glad that you find it ‘suitable’. Now get dressed and meet outside in about ten minutes. Then I’ll prepare you for your visit with Grandmother Scott. You’ll thank me for it later.” Aidan said as he stood, walked to the door and opened it.


Calling out to him, Jesse said “What do you mean?”


“You’ll see.” Was the only answer Jesse received before the door closed. He stood there for a few seconds wondering if his stay at the mansion was the best idea after all. /Well Grandmother Scott, I hope you aren’t as bad as they make you out to be/ With that, Jesse went to find some suitable clothing, dressing slowly as trepidation built. He felt like he was going to a funeral and maybe he was. He just hoped it wasn’t his.



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A/N: I’m not happy with this chapter. After many revisions this is the only one that even remotely worked. I wanted to change it again but by then it would have been three months before this chapter was posted. Please review. No need to tell me how boring this chapter was. Trust me, I know. I haven’t developed Daniel or Aidan’s character fully. I’m still working on that. I hope you guys noticed that Jesse didn’t curse once while talking to Aidan. Wonder what that could mean? Improvement maybe? Next chapter coming very soon. There\'s some play between Aidan and Jesse. Possible cameo by Grandmother Scott lol. There might be a few readers who might see Jesse as stupid in the next chapter or the one after that. I will try my best to finish this chapter in about a month.

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