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Day
Five-11AM
Michael rested on the bottom bunk
listening as the other inmates shouted across the cellblock to each other, and
found himself wishing for not the first time that he was back in his loft in
Chicago and living his lonely pampered life. He could hear T-Bag above him
flipping through a magazine, and he wondered how much longer it would be before
the older man violated him again. Bagwell had been forceful the night before,
but Michael knew that it could have been a hundred times worse because he
didn�t wake up in blood and he could still walk. All things considered, Michael
felt pretty damn lucky at the moment.
Michael�s also thought about the
plan and the consequences T-Bag�s sex-deranged mind was having upon it. He had
only approximately four weeks to set the plan in motion, and every step of the
plan had been mapped out with the appropriate time allotted, but Michael knew
that he was already a day behind on his digging thanks to Bagwell�s
interference. He knew that he needed to be digging behind the toilet rather
than waiting for Bagwell�s next attack, but Michael just couldn�t stomach the
idea of telling the child molester and murderer about his plan, and he wasn�t
so sure that Lincoln would understand his reasoning behind inviting the man
along on the escape.
�Will you stop thinking so hard,�
T-Bag knowingly remarked as he stuck his head down to look into Michael�s cot.
Michael glanced
up at the older man and frowned, �Just leave me alone.�

T-Bag tilted his
head to the side in confusion, �Are you talking to me Pretty?�

�Do you see any
other pedophile and rapist in this cell?� Michael glared in frustration. �I
don�t understand why you have to keep playing this game.�

�And what game
would that be Scofield?� Bagwell asked jumping down from the cot like an alley
cat looking for some trouble.

�This making me wait
for your abuse,� Michael began. �You get off on making me torment myself
thinking about you and what you�re going to do next. Why can�t you just do it
already?�

T-Bag stood
beside Michael�s cot still only wearing his prison-issued underwear. �And I don�t
understand why you can�t just admit that you want me to make my move.�

Michael rolled
his eyes, �Right�because getting raped by you last night was so much fun.�

T-Bag slowly
dropped to his knees on the cement floor and stared intently at Scofield�s pouting
mouth, �I have you know that I had a blast last night, and more importantly,
you proved to be well worth the money and time I have spent on you.�

Michael turned
over on his side facing away from the rapist, �I�m glad you consider me such a
sound investment. Now leave me alone.�

T-Bag ran his
hand up the prison blanket that covered Michael�s pale body, �Just a minute ago
you were asking for me to stop making you wait for my attack and now you want
me to leave you alone?� Bagwell tried to pull down the blanket hoping to reveal
a tantalizing glimpse of the tattoo, but Michael held on tightly to the
blanket. �You are a conundrum Scofield�you are so hard to figure out. Do you
even know what you want yourself?�

�World peace, you
dead, and me alone in this cell,� Michael quickly replied pulling the blanket
up to his neck.

�You know better
than asking for things you know you ain�t ever going to get Pretty,� Bagwell
teased licking at his dry lips. �Ain�t no chance for world peace so you might
as well just forget it.�

Michael felt his
mouth involuntarily twitching into a grin at the Alabamian�s joke, �Fine, you
dead would be a great start.�

�That hurts
Scofield,� Bagwell started. �And here I was thinking that you and I were
getting along so well.�

Michael suddenly
rolled back onto his back and looked at the other man wearily, �Why can�t you
just take what you want without all the mind games and oh-so clever
conversation?�

�I suppose I
could,� Bagwell hinted rubbing his hand tenderly down the younger man�s face.
�But that�s half the fun of it.�

Michael recoiled
from T-Bag�s caress, �Have you ever thought about getting out of here?�

Unnerved from the
change in conversation, Bagwell removed his hand from Scofield�s face, and rested
both of his hands in his lap, �Where is this coming from Pretty?�

Michael looked up
at the bunk above and once again found himself following the interweaving
pattern of metal and springs, �I was just wondering if you�ve ever heard anyone
in here talking about it. Would you sell them out if you had?�

Bagwell stood up
and sat down on Michael�s bunk lowering his head so that he could whisper to
the other convict, �That�s something we shouldn�t be talking about in here�the
walls have ears if you know what I mean.�

Michael looked at
the Alabamian thoughtfully, �So you have thought about it before?�

�Who hasn�t,�
T-Bag smirked. �But it takes a lot more than just thinking about it to get it
done.� Bagwell looked at Scofield�s ever changing eyes, �And to answer your
question, I wouldn�t sell them out as long as they were taking me with them.�

As much as he
hated to admit it to himself, at least now Michael knew that he could trust
Bagwell if he had to involve him in the escape. Of course, he would never keep
his end of the bargain, and he would lead Teddy on making him think that he was
going to escape with them. �I was just wondering. I overheard some other cons
talking about it out in the Yard, and I wasn�t sure what I should do about it.�

�What you should
do,� Bagwell began running his hand underneath the blanket to feel Michael�s
soft sleek skin, �Is keep your nose out of what�s not your business. You�d stay
a lot healthier if you would just keep your nose clean and out of other
peoples� conversations.�

Michael clenched
in dread when he felt the older man running his fingers over his bare torso,
�If it was up to you I�d do nothing but follow you around, hold your pocket,
and bend over every flat surface so that you could fuck me every chance you
got.�

T-Bag grinned
evilly, �Ain�t nothing wrong with hoping, is there?� Bagwell ran his hand down
Michael�s flat stomach and began pulling on the semi-hard erection that he
found. �Looks like someone ain�t completely opposed to me touching you.�

Michael took a
deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed into Bagwell�s caresses, �I figured I
might as well try to enjoy it. Who knows, maybe I�ll like it so much that I�ll
fall madly in love with you and beg to hold your pocket because I want the
whole prison to know that you rock my world.�

Bagwell�s hand
stilled, �That ain�t nothing to joke about.�

Michael opened
his eyes and saw a flash of hurt on Bagwell�s face, �What�s not to joke about?
Me liking it, me holding you pocket?� Scofield examined T-Bag�s face and was
shocked when he saw the truth staring back at him, �You want me to fall in love
with you?�

Bagwell stood up
so quickly from the bunk that he almost tripped over his own feet, �Get real
Scofield. This isn�t a soap opera and I don�t expect to find love in a place
like this.�

Michael knew that
he should let it drop but he just couldn�t resist. �You sure about that?�

Bagwell turned
around to face the younger con watching as Michael sat up and hung his legs
over the side of the bunk. �Yeah I�m sure Mr. Know-it-all! I�ve never been in
love anyway,� Bagwell lied. �And I�m sure as hell not going to fall for
somebody like you in four days.�

Michael could
hear the denial in Bagwell�s voice and a part of him felt sympathy for the man,
but he continued to push the issue �And what�s wrong with me?�

�And who�s
playing a game now?� Bagwell asked as he watched in avid fascination as the
younger con held the blanket over most of his naked flesh, but Michael�s� ink-blotted shoulder was exposed, �Like I
said last night, you�re nothing but a hole to put my dick in, and I�m not going
to get all mushy on you. I fucked Maytag for nearly two years, and I never did
feel anything for him besides lust.�

Michael shook his
head in disbelief, �That�s bullshit. There�s no way you fuck someone for two
years and feel nothing for them?�

Bagwell walked
closer to the bunk and casually kicked Michael�s feet apart, �I don�t have to
justify myself to you. You�re nothing but a piece of ass to me�a dead piece of
ass if you don�t stop psychoanalyzing me. I had enough of that shit when I was
captured and put on trial.�

Once again,
Michael felt a twinge of remorse for the other man wondering what exactly had
happened to him in the past to make him the monster he now was. �You�d really
kill me?�

�I�ve killed for
a lot less,� T-Bag hissed suddenly yanking the blanket from Michael�s
unassuming grip. �No more playing games Pretty. You want me�you got me.�

Michael didn�t
see a point of trying to hide his nudity or to fight, so he simply laid in the
bunk on his back, spread his legs far apart for easy access, and closed his
eyes waiting for T-Bag�s tainted touch. �Whatever you have to tell yourself
Bagwell�if it makes you hard thinking that I want you then have your little fantasy.�

Bagwell grabbed
Michael�s thighs in anger, �Turn the fuck over!�

Michael
nonchalantly flipped over ignoring the apparent rage in Bagwell�s voice and
placed his bare knees on the concrete slab of the cell, �Like this?�

Bagwell looked at
the perfect meaty ass that awaited him and felt a powerful jolt of anger at the
other man�s arrogance and assumptions. �You think you know me Scofield? You
think you can play this mind game with me and make me confused or something?�

�I would never
assume anything about you Teddy,� Michael replied softly. �You�re the emotional
manipulator here not me.�

Bagwell slapped
both of Scofield�s ass cheeks hard, smiling when the other man jumped in
surprise, �I�m going to teach you a lesson about keeping that mouth shut Scofield.�
Bagwell slumped back down onto his knees and pulled Scofield�s ass apart
looking at the still slightly swollen pink morsel, �When this lockdown is over,
I�m going to arrange for you and me to spend some time with a few of my
friends.� Bagwell lowered his head and spat on the reddened hole, �Going to
make sure you get to know my friends real well.� Bagwell ran his thumb over the
spit-covered ring of tissue and began pushing the slick wetness into Michael�s
body, �Going to let them all use your mouth and your ass, wouldn�t you like
that Pretty? Don�t you think that being the Purity�s whore is something to
aspire towards?�

Michael closed
his eyes tightly trying to block out the vision of being gangbanged by the
Purity, �You�d share me like that?�

Without warning,
Bagwell shoved three fingers inside Scofield�s body nearly laughing when he
heard the cry of pain escape from the younger man�s mouth, �You seem to have a
misguided high regard for yourself.� He knelt down and watched his fingers
pumping in and out of Scofield�s opposing heat noticing that there was still
sticky wetness inside Michael�s body from the night before. �You seem to think
that I care about you and don�t want to share you.�

�You and I both know
it�s the truth,� Michael hissed through clenched teeth. Bagwell�s nails were
passing over his prostate shooting spikes of pleasure and pain up his spine. He
was obviously pissing the older man off, and Michael suspected that it had
something to do with the pedophile trying to deny his own feelings.

Bagwell
maneuvered his hand and slid his pinky in beside the other three fingers
leaving only his thumb outside the barely deflowered man, �I think you�re the
one lying to yourself Scofield.�

�Stop,� Michael
pleaded at the addition of the other finger. Michael squirmed in discomfort
from the other man�s forced ministrations, �You�re hurting me�please stop.�

�I was thinking
maybe I ought to stick my whole fist up your ass until you finally decide to
shut your mouth,� Bagwell smirked as he massaged the bundle of nerves inside
the other man�s body. �Maybe getting fist fucked would give you something to
scream about instead of you feeling the need to interrogate me.�

Michael�s body
was involuntarily shaking and he could feel that his back was glistening in
sweat from the intrusive feel of Bagwell�s hand in his resisting hole, and he
wasn�t sure that he could take an entire fist, especially considering that he
was hardly experienced with anal sex in the first place. �Please don�t do
that�I�ll shut up, I promise.�

Without delay,
Bagwell removed his hand from Michael�s body, bent down, and began tracing his
hot tongue around the stretched opening. He ran his hand underneath Scofield�s
stomach and began massaging the other man�s scrotum tenderly. He stuck his
slick tongue inside Michael�s body tasting the seed he had deposited hours
before and growled in pleasure at the remnants of his claiming of Michael�s
body.

Michael was
grateful that Bagwell had removed his hand and instead relaxed into the cot
trying to enjoy the rimming he was getting from the older man. He could feel
the warm slickness of T-Bag�s tongue entering his body as Bagwell�s goatee
tickled the sensitive flesh around his opening, and as much as he hated to
admit it he would rather have Bagwell�s less intrusive tongue in his ass than
his hand or fist.

T-Bag gave the
younger man�s wrinkled pucker a few more swipes before pulling away, �That�s
better�I like it when you�re docile and not playing games.� Bagwell slowly
slipped his underwear down his lean hips stopping at his knees never taking his
eyes off of Scofield�s fine ass and sweat-slicked back, �I would like it even
better if you would pretend you wanted it from me.� He rubbed his hands up
Michael�s back and placed a gentle kiss on the younger man�s lower back, �Beg
me for it Pretty�ask me to nail you.�

Michael could
feel the other man rubbing his eager erection up and down the crack of his ass,
but he just couldn�t beg for it, so he remained silent hoping that the rapist
would just start fucking him and get it over with.

T placed his
fingers at the boy�s hole again, �Maybe you need some more prep after all,
huh?�

Michael tried to
buck away from the abusive fingers but the cot blocked his way, �Please don�t
do that anymore�I�m so sore.�

Bagwell bent over
Michael�s back until his mouth was close to the other con�s ear, �Beg me for my
cock and orgasm from the sheer pleasure of my sexual expertise, or�I fuck you
with my fist, tear you open, and cum all over your pretty face.� Bagwell kissed
the back of Michael�s neck, �Could you imagine the embarrassment of having to
have that pretty young doctor having to sew you up with stitches?�

Michael could
feel his blood practically boiling in anger at the thought of Sara having to
mend his injuries, �I fucking hate you�wish you were fucking dead.�

�There�s such a
fine line between love and hate, don�t you think?� Bagwell taunted as he licked
Michael�s earlobe pushing his index finger back inside Scofield�s body. �Beg
for it Pretty. This is the last time I�ll ask.�

�Fine,� Michael
relented. He turned his head to the side and half-heartedly replied, �Please
give it to me. I want it so bad.�

Bagwell couldn�t help
but to chuckle as he raised himself off of the other man�s back, �You can do
better than that Scofield. Let me hear you sounding like the whore you are.�

�Yeah, go on and
do it boy,� a voice called from the cellblock. �Let us all hear you begging for
it.�

Michael was
mortified when he realized that the immediate area surrounding the cell could
hear parts of their conversation, �Oh God, I think I�m going to throw up.�

Bagwell slapped
out his own cock making it bounce up and down, �As sexy as that sounds, could
you hold off on puking until afterwards?� T spat on his own hand and began
slicking up his aching prick, �You might as well get used to the other cons
listening. They ain�t got a whole lot else to do during a lockdown.�

Michael could
feel the tears of shame pooling into the mattress below, but he somehow forced
himself to follow T-Bag�s wishes. �Please fuck me�stick it inside me.�

Bagwell could
hear the trembling in Scofield�s voice and actually felt something resembling
guilt, but he pushed it aside for the time being. Besides, feeling guilt for
hurting Michael would imply that he cared for the boy, and that was something
that he absolutely wasn�t ready to admit to. He stuck the head of his swollen
shaft at Michael�s stretched hole, �Louder�and make it nastier, like one of
those porn sluts.�

Michael sighed
heavily in shame and clenched the sheet into his fists as he felt the other man
begin sliding into this most private of areas. �Umm�yeah, like that. Fuck me
with that big cock.�

�Better,� Bagwell
softly laughed as he inched his dick inside the tight cavernous heat of Michael
Scofield�s sinful body. �Give me more baby�convince me and the other cons that
you really want me to fuck you into the mattress.�

Michael could
feel the awkwardness as he was impaled on the steel-hard column of flesh and
longed for his normal life in his normal loft at his normal job, but instead he
found himself at the mercy of a rapist who got off on being in control, playing
mind games, and breaking down his resistance. He could hear other convicts who
were near them laughing and cheering Bagwell on, and he could envision the
other cons jerking off as he was raped wishing that they could have a go at his
ass.

Bagwell sunk
balls deep inside Michael�s body and he pushed the other man�s ass cheeks apart
so he could look at his prick as it rested inside Scofield�s stretched and
abused hole. �Don�t worry about them perverts. They can�t see us anyway thanks
to the sheet.�

�Hardly the
point,� Michael commented as Bagwell slowly pulled out of his heat and plunged
back inside with no warning. �Fuck�damn, that hurts.�

Determined to
give Michael pleasure, T angled his hips and stroked Michael�s prostate with
the head of his shaft with each thrust. He could hear Michael�s breathing
increasing, and he could hear babblings of pleasure coming out of the other
man�s mouth. �But it hurts so good, doesn�t it?�

�Yes,� Michael
shamefully admitted as he felt his body responding to Bagwell�s touch.

Bagwell smiled
proudly, reached underneath Michael�s body, and began stroking the other man�s
long hard prick, �Don�t know why you fight me so when you know I can make it so
good for you.�

�It�s still rape
no matter how you make me feel,� Michael argued even as he felt his toes
curling in pleasure.

�If you say so,�
Bagwell retorted as he bent down and began licking the salty sweat off of
Michael�s back. His tongue eagerly traced the intricate design of Scofield�s
tattoo and he pumped expertly in and out of the sexy man�s heat. �You going to
cum for me Pretty? Squeeze my prick with that greedy hole of yours?�

Michael clenched
his eyes closed tightly as he felt the familiar tingle racing up his swollen
and throbbing shaft, �Don�t stop�please.�

Bagwell kissed
the ink-coated back tenderly, �Never baby�I want to feel you cum on my cock so
badly.�

�Umm�I hate you
for this,� Michael moaned as he began spurting his hot milky seed onto the
concrete floor and onto Bagwell�s fist. He felt like he was going to pass out
in unbelievable pleasure as his muscles clamped down on T-Bag�s cock and the
feeling of being so filled added to the sensation of his own orgasm.

Bagwell was at
Scofield�s mercy and couldn�t stop his own release as the other man milked the
spunk from his dick, �Holy fuck, oh God�that�s so fucking good.� He emptied his
pleasure inside Scofield�s body and licked frantically at the tattoo hoping
that his heart wouldn�t burst from all the excitement.� Bagwell rested for a moment trying to catch
his breath, �You are something else Scofield�world�s hottest fuck, that�s for
sure.� T-Bag wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly pulled himself up
ignoring the creaks of complaint coming from his sore knees.

Michael could
feel as the other man slowly pulled out and made his way over towards the sink.
Michael�s knees ached from being pushed into the concrete and he didn�t even
try to stand. Instead he slung himself onto the cot feeling the wetness seeping
out of his used hole. He wearily watched as Bagwell rinsed his face off, �I�m
surprised the other cons didn�t cheer just then.�

Bagwell turned
around with water dripping down his face, �They were too busy shooting their
loads to cheer, but trust me, your sexy little moaning will give some of those
guys many wet dreams over the next few nights.�

Michael didn�t
bother covering himself up and instead turned his back to the other con and
stared at the cinderblock wall. �Is this what I get to look forward to for the
next three years?�

�I�m sure I�ll
get bored of you before that,� T-Bag cruelly remarked. �Even a fine ass like
yours is only fun for a year or so.� Bagwell picked the blanket off the floor
and threw it onto Michael�s cot. He thought about covering the boy up; keeping
him from getting a chill, but decided that it could be construed as a sign of
caring, and he just wasn�t able to admit to that fact for the time being. No
one got under Bagwell�s skin; not even pretty pompous men like Scofield, at
least that was what he kept telling himself as he jumped back up onto the top
bunk and resumed flipping through his magazine.

Sorry about the
lack of pictures in this installment but its hard finding pictures of a naked
Michael and T-Bag in prison. Oh well, I guess we�ll have to leave it up to our
imaginations.
Feedback is
appreciated and motivating�
darkestangel@darknessprevails.com

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