(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/willsie/matsushitayuya.jpg)<br/>Sebastian found himself on a prison bus, headed to maximum security prison. This had to be some kind of joke, or a terribly bad dream that he just couldn't wake up from. He had been working as a butler for a rich family, trying to pay his way through college. He had been an excellent student that had earned top grades and had grown up as upper middle class, raised by Japanese immigrants who had done well for themselves in America. He had been living the American dream, and had been so sure that he would succeed just like his parents had. He had never touched drugs, and had been a rather upstanding young adult, except for his sexual exploits. He had quite a thing for sex, and was not picky about who with. He frequently went to parties, choosing to abstain from the available drugs and alcohol, choosing instead to leave the party early with a partner. He was often seen with both males and females, and he enjoyed all aspects of the act, both being on top and being dominated appealed to him. He had even briefly entertained an idea of a career in porn, but he knew his parents would not approve of such a thing.<br/><br/>It had not been his sex life which had led to his downfall however. The head of the wealthy family he had been a butler for had been murdered a few short weeks ago. So much had happened since then. He had been the one to find the body, and not knowing the man was dead, he had ran to the bloody corpse and tried to help it, only to find the man to be unresponsive. This had provided his fingerprints and hair all over the scene of the crime, which had been damning enough in itself. Then one of the man's family members had decided to make a case against the innocent young man. Making up lies about how he was discontent with his job and had been overheard threatening to kill the man for overworking him. It was so far from the truth that it was laughable, Sebastian had quite liked the older man, perhaps more than was healthy between an employee and a boss, but still, he had never entertained even a slight thought of killing him.<br/><br/>Money and influence seemed to hold a lot more sway than the pleas of an innocent man who had no proof or alibi for the time of the murder. It did not help that his DNA was the only one found at the scene of the crime other than the victim's either. So his dream had been shattered, and he had been convicted of murder. His parents had been devastated, and even they had started to believe the lie, refusing to return his letters or come to visit him at county. He was heartbroken, and afraid of where he was going. He knew life here would not be easy, and he cringed visibly when the bus came to a stop.<br/><br/>He followed the rest of the inmates out, his shackles clinking around his ankles as he went. He was going to hate it here. The catcalls and whistles of the inmates already inside did not help, as he was led to the inspection room. He sighed when he was forced to strip, embarrassed at being naked around all of these strangers, though looking over the crowd he did find himself thinking some rather naughty thoughts about some of his fellow inmates. A few of them he would like to take, still others he found himself imagining what it would be like to be beneath them.<br/><br/>When it was his turn to bend over, he only winced slightly as the fingers were forced past his tight ring of muscle, glad that they had at least used a little lube. He of course hadn't sought to sneak anything in. The few belongings he had with him in his possession at County had been shipped with him in a bag that would no doubt be eventually delivered to his cell. Even though he was going to hate life here, he did look forward to getting to know his fellow inmates and even the guards. He was a social person, and even if there would be some brutality, he was bound to find some sex he could enjoy here.<br/><br/>His happy naughty thoughts slipped from his mind as he was led into the other room and hosed down with freezing cold water. He wondered how necessary this stage of things really was, seeing as how he had come from another prison. All the same, he did not get too put out by it, he had needed the cold shower to diminish his erection which had started to swell at the thoughts he just couldn't seem to control.<br/><br/>When he was done he was forced to dry off and handed a plain prison jumpsuit, which he slipped into willingly with little effort taken to do up the buttons. He was then handed his plain green bag that held his few possessions and marched down the hall to a cell that had been assigned to him. The guard shoved him inside and closed the door behind him. "Sit tight Princess,  you'll have a roomie soon enough."<br/><br/>He blinked curiously after the guard, wondering if he'd done something specific to earn the title princess, or if the man simply called all inmates that. He went over to the bunks and sat his bag down on the bottom one, opening it to dig around inside. He found his toothbrush and toothpaste and put them beside the sink, then drew out a paperback book and propped himself on his bunk against the wall. As nervous as he was about meeting a roommate, he felt the need to pass the time with a little reading.