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Day Three

Michael ran the
paint roller onto the wall applying a fresh layer of paint to the wall while
looking over at Lincoln. As usual, Lincoln stared back with concern in his eyes as Abruzzi approached Michael�s position. Michael could
feel Abruzzi�s
hot breath on his ear and stood still as the older man pressed into his
body.

�Kudos fish, you
got spine,� Abruzzi softly remarked into Michael�s ear before
walking away.

Michael released
the breath he didn�t realize he had been holding and looked back over at his
brother who was staring daggers of rage into the approaching
Abruzzi. Michael had seen that look before from his brother and it almost
always resulted in someone going to the emergency room or jail, and Michael
knew that Lincoln would strike out at the mob boss without any concern for his
own wellbeing if he thought that Abruzzi was hurting Michael. He couldn�t even
imagine what Lincoln would do to T-Bag and Ripper if he found out
the truth, but he could imagine that his brother would make them suffer until
they begged for death.

�Alright cons,
break it down,� an officer ordered.

Michael and
Lincoln grabbed their painting supplies and headed towards the supply room. Lincoln studied Michael�s profile as they walked down
the hall towards the supply guard. �So, how are things going on the cellblock?�

Michael avoided
Lincoln�s eyes and looked straight down the hall, �Good as can be expected I
suppose.�

Lincoln looked
casually over his shoulder noting that the Sicilian was staring at the back of
Michael�s head, �You�ve already made an enemy I see.�

�Not an enemy,�
Michael corrected. �He�s a valuable resource.�

�Oh really,� Lincoln hissed. �You think bringing someone like Abruzzi into your life is not complicated?�

Of course not,�
Michael began turning to go into the supply room. �But it�s worth the risk.�

�Speaking of
risk,� Lincoln began as the brothers walked towards the
supply guard. �Who�s your cellmate?�

�Sucre,� Michael lied.

�Really,� Lincoln asked knowing that his baby brother was
lying through his perfect teeth. �Is he treating you okay?�

�Of course,�
Michael replied still refusing to look his brother in the eye. He hated lying
to Lincoln but he knew that it was for the best. �He�s
cool.�

Lincoln clenched his jaw tightly hating the fact
that his brother felt the need to deceive him, �So, nobody�s messing with you?�

Michael shook his
head in denial and flashed a confident smile in Lincoln�s direction, �It�s all
good.�

�You wouldn�t lie
to me would you Mike?� Lincoln asked blocking his baby brother with an
outstretched arm. �You know I hate it when you lie to me.�

�I�m not lying to
you Linc,� Michael defended. �Sucre treats me fairly and the other men haven�t
bothered me.�

Officer Patterson
had painted a different picture to Lincoln earlier in the day; sheets being
pulled down at night, racist pedophiles, and rumors of Bellick setting the
whole thing up, caused Lincoln to refuse to believe anything coming out of
Michael�s mouth. �Not one of them has bothered you? A guy who looks like you,
in a place like this, and I�m suppose to believe that no one has made a move on
you?�

�Why bother
asking me if you aren�t going to believe me?� Michael snapped looking directly
at Lincoln for the first time.

�I just wanted to
see if you would lie to me,� Lincoln snarled. �I know the truth Michael�I know
that the Purity has gotten their claws into you.�

�That�s not
true,� Michael replied flustered that Lincoln had found out the truth already.

Lincoln�s eyebrow
arched in skepticism, �Give me a fucking break Mike. These walls have ears if
you know what I mean,�

�I�m fine,�
Michael insisted walking past Lincoln�s outstretched arm. �Besides, it won�t be
long before I�ll be protected from them.�

�Who the hell is going
to protect you from the Purity?� Lincoln asked in confusion. �I can�t protect you
from them; not locked away like I am�you never should have come here Michael.�

�There are others
who can protect me,� Michael hinted looking over his shoulder at Abruzzi. �I told you that I planned for all of
this.�

�You planned to
be the Purity�s plaything?� Lincoln asked in disbelief.

�Of course not,
but I knew that I would need protection from men like them, and that�s where Abruzzi comes in,� Michael explained waiting in line
to give the guard their paint supplies. �I have plans for him; he�s key to this
whole thing.�

�And I�m supposed
to sit back and watch you get violated on my account until you can convince Abruzzi to help you?� Lincoln asked sharply.

�We don�t have a
lot of a choice in the matter,� Michael explained.

�I do,� Lincoln began. �I can blow the whistle on this plan
of yours�tell them that you�re my brother, and get you transferred to another
location.�

Michael looked at
his brother in disbelief, �That�s right. Have me transferred to another prison
away from you, away from the plan, and away from Abruzzi�s protection. Let my sacrifices go to
waste.�

Lincoln stared intently at Michael�s determined face
knowing that Michael wouldn�t survive in another prison. At least at Fox River, Michael had a plan for escape and it could
lead to them both being free on the outside; all of Michael�s sacrifices would
count for something. A change in conversation seemed in order, �Saw Veronica came
by yesterday. Still engaged to that guy?�
Michael
handed his paint supplies to the guard appreciating Lincoln�s conversation
change, �Yup.�
Lincoln handed over his
supplies reminiscing about his former life with Veronica, �That could have been
me.�
�If you
hadn�t self destructed,� Michael responded coldly.
Lincoln
looked at Michael sharply, �You think I meant to knock up Lisa Richs? I was
just being stupid with her. I shouldn�t have pushed her away though.�
�You
pushed everyone away,� Michael replied looking over at Lincoln obviously
referring to the fact that Lincoln had pushed his
only son away.
Lincoln turned from
Michael and headed towards the lockers to change thinking about LJ, �I�m an
anchor; all I�ll do is drag him down with me.� Both brothers sat on a bench
while Lincoln unbuttoned his
jumpsuit and pushed the navy blue material off
his shoulders, �You mean what you said earlier?�
Michael
knew that Lincoln was referring to
the plan, �I�m not here on a vacation, trust me.�
�Getting
outside these walls, that�s just the beginning. You�re going to need money,� Lincoln argued still
hating the fact that his innocent baby brother was willing to rob a bank and
ruin his life for him.
Michael
looked over at Westmoreland who was taking off his shoes, �I�ll have it.�
Lincoln noticed his
brother looking at the older inmate who supposedly had money on the outside,
�And people on the outside who can help you disappear.�
�I�ve
already got them,� Michael hinted looking over at Abruzzi. �They just don�t
know it yet.�
Lincoln looked around the
room feeling helpless and out of control, �Whatever you got going on fill me in
cause I�m in the dark here.�
Michael
began spouting on about this plan hoping that he could
ease Lincoln�s doubts, �Schappelle and Associates
got the contract to retro this place in ninety-nine. A four million dollar
contract, but the head partner couldn�t crack it, so he subcontracted out; an
under the table sort of deal with a former associate.� Michael looked wearily
around the room making sure that no one was in ear shot and stood up pushing
the jumpsuit off his shoulders, �That guy was one of the partners in my firm.
He basically goes through the plan, crossed the t�s,
dotted the i�s, and grouted the tiles.�
Lincoln
turned away from Michael and stared at the other inmates in obvious confusion,
but he slowly began to realize the implications, �You�ve seen the blueprints.�
�Better
than that,� Michael confidently replied pulling his shirt over his head
exposing the tattoos to the eyes of the other cons. �I got them on me.�
Lincoln turned around to
face Michael and looked on in shock as his eyes roamed up and down the expansive
display of tattoos, �Are you kidding me. Am I
supposed to be seeing something?�
Michael
stood straight and spread his arms out to the side a bit, �Look closer.�
Lincoln
scrutinized the tattoo carefully noting the angels and devils, the steeples and
barred windows, the fight over good and evil and shook his head in disbelief,
�How the hell is this suppose to help us? You did this for me? Scarred your
body with this shit?�
�It had
to be done. I couldn�t memorize everything I needed,� Michael explained. �It
has everything I need to get us out of here.�
Lincoln continued staring
at the dark images beginning to see the hidden schematics that his brother had
mentioned hidden within the tattoo, �Why would you do this Michael? Why give up
everything for me?�
Michael
stepped closer to Lincoln pulling on his
grey long-sleeved shirt, �Because you�re innocent, and I�m��
�I might
be innocent of this crime Michael,� Lincoln interrupted. �But
you shouldn�t have given up everything for me; your job, your reputation�your
body.�
Michael
knew that Lincoln didn�t mean just
the tattoo, �I�m a big boy Linc. I can handle it.�
Lincoln
watched as Michael toed off his boots, pushed the navy blue coverings down his
legs, and reached for his pants, �You think this would make mom proud of you?
Being a whore for them?�
Michael
clenched his jaw tightly pulling on his pants, �And you think she�s proud of
you?�
Lincoln suddenly stood up
and pushed Michael roughly into a locker not caring that his baby brother�s
head was slammed up against the hard metal. �I�ve made mistakes Mike, but this
shit you�re pulling�I didn�t ask you to do it.�
Michael
looked around at the other inmates grateful to see that they were all too
preoccupied to notice the scrimmage between the brothers, �I know you didn�t
ask for my help, but I�m here like it or not, so stop this macho shit because
it doesn�t impress me.�
Lincoln felt his hand
trembling while holding his brother tightly against the locker. He hated to see
Michael sacrificing so much on his account. �Michael, I can�t sit back and let
you do this for me. I�m not worth it.�
Michael
placed his hands on Lincoln�s shoulders and
felt his brother relax, �Linc, we�ll be out of here
in a month, and I will do whatever it takes to get it done.�
Lincoln knew that Michael
possessed a strong will and an unhealthy level of loyalty at times, �Just
promise me that you won�t hate me when this is over. Blame me for what they do
to you.�
��I won�t,� Michael softly reassured. �I could
never hate you Linc.�
�You
hated me when you thought I killed Steadman,� Lincoln argued. �Stopped
visiting me, gave up on your useless brother.�
Michael
shook his head in denial, �I never hated you Linc. I
was just disappointed in you; embarrassed that I was your brother.�
Lincoln released Michael,
�That doesn�t make me feel better.�
�Sorry,�
Michael softly grinned.
Lincoln
watched as Michael opened his locker and pulled out a light blue shirt and
slipped it over his warmer grey shirt, �I have to admit that I never thought I
would see you dressed in layers. Mr. GQ Armani must hate the polyester in this
place.�
Michael
chuckled lightly, �It does make my skin itch but it won�t be long before I get
back to civilization.�
�We�re
really doing this then?� Lincoln asked still
disbelieving that his brilliant younger brother could pull an escape off.
�Do you
really think I would dress like this and do manual labor if I thought I
couldn�t pull this off?� Michael joked closing his locker solidly.
�Move
it Burrows!� Patterson called out. �We don�t have all
day!�
Lincoln
sat down on the bench, pulled off his boots, and took the pants offered by his
brother, �I�m coming Boss.� Lincoln slipped on his
prison pants while standing up, �Be careful Mike. I don�t want your blood on my
hands.�
Michael
sat opposite Lincoln on a bench and put
his prison-issued boots back on, �You just be ready to do what I say when I say
it.�
�Sure thing,�
Lincoln acknowledged
walking away towards Patterson.
Michael
watched as his brother�s wrists and legs were chained together by Patterson and
noticed that Abruzzi
was staring at him from across the room. Something about Abruzzi made Michael�s
stomach clench in dread, and he knew that he was playing with fire, but Abruzzi was the key to the
whole plan, and if he got burnt a little in the process then so be it.
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Michael
listened as Rip used the restroom and used the mirror to look at the tattoo image
underneath his arm. He took out a pad and wrote what he had seen in the
mirror, �Schweitzer
Allen 11121147�. He knew that it was time to take the next step in his plan
despite not having Sucre as a cellmate, and he still needed to procure the Pugnac from C-Note, but Michael had exactly one month
before Lincoln�s execution date and he didn�t have to time to waste on
unexpected contingencies.
�What
you writing fish?� Ripper asked as he flushed the toilet. �Asking your lawyer
to get you out?�
Michael
ripped off the used piece of paper and tossed the pad onto the small desk in
the corner, �Nothing important.�
�Hand
it over,� Rip requested stepping up towards Michael who was still perched on
the lower cot. �Everything in this cell is mine so hand it the fuck over.�
Michael
shoved the paper in his pants pocket and looked up at the taller man in
defiance, �No, it�s mine, so fuck off.�
Ripper
snapped out, wrapped his large hand around Michael�s neck, and shoved the
smaller man onto his back on the cot, �You don�t talk to me like that bitch!�
He straddled Michael�s long lean frame and squeezed the younger man�s neck
firmly, �You little cunt! You have no power here, do you understand!�
Michael
could feel the tears pooling in his eyes and clawed desperately at Ripper�s
hand and nodded his head in understanding.
Rip
eased off on Michael�s neck and leaned in closer to the pink full lips, �You
sure are pretty when you cry.� Rip ghosted his lips across Michael�s cheek smelling
the fear on the younger con, �You try to act all big and tough but deep
down�you�re nothing but a scared little boy.�
Michael
could feel the pressure of Rip�s erection on his stomach and swallowed in
dread, �I�m not scared.�
�Bullshit,�
Ripper smiled as he reached inside Michael�s pants and pulled out the thin
piece of paper the boy had desperately wanted to keep concealed. He released
Michael and looked at the paper in confusion, �Who the hell is Schweitzer
Allen?�
�My
lawyer,� Michael lied.
Ripper
grinned knowingly, �I knew you�d be begging him to get you out of here. Are you
trying to get him to transfer you to Ad Seg away from
the family?�
Michael
knew that Ad Seg was where the warden sent the
snitches and the rape victims for their own protection, �Now why would I want
to do that?�
Ripper
looked over his shoulder at the cellblock not seeing anyone in the near
vicinity. He unzipped his pants slowly and looked admirably at Michael�s pretty
face, �We�d sure miss you if you got transferred fish.�
�I�m
not getting transferred,� Michael reassured the older man as he wearily watched
Ripper pulling out his steel hard prick. �Put that away.�
�You
make it sound like it I have a weapon,� Rip snickered placing the head of his
weeping cock at Michael�s lips. �Just suck the head. It won�t take long.�
�It is
a weapon as far as I�m concerned,� Michael offered turning his head to the side
refusing to pleasure the other con without something in return.
Ripper
yanked Michael�s head forward with both hands, �I ain�t paying you shit
Scofield! You will suck me off and thank me as I feed you my spunk.�
Michael
tried to pull his head from Rip�s grasp but it was of no use, �I�m not really
hungry at the moment.�
�Funny,�
Rip grinned cruelly as he shoved his fat demanding prick onto Michael�s lips.
�Lick it slut. I know you want to.�
Michael
felt the hair on his head was being pulled out and he winced in discomfort as
Ripper held on even tighter to his head. The swollen shaft at his lips pressed
inside despite Michael�s resistance. He wanted to bite the offensive appendage
off, but he knew getting thrown into the Shoe would derail his escape plan.
Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and licked and sucked on the head of Ripper�s
cock trying to push the nausea down.
�That�s
it Scofield�lick it good, get it all hard and throbbing,� Rip whispered
hoarsely as the pretty fish sucked his dick into his hot cavernous mouth. �Suck
on the head with those pretty lips of yours.� Ripper arched his hips so that he
could easily push in and out of Michael�s mouth feeding the fish his dick, �You
like to pretend that you have some kind of hold over me and T-Bag, but the
truth is son,�we�re only playing with you.� Ripper watched as his aching prick
was lavished with Michael�s wet and sultry mouth, �We can always take what we
want when we want it, you get that boy?�
Michael
looked up into the con�s eyes seeing a smile of satisfaction on Ripper�s face
and nodded in understanding despite the thick column of flesh in his less than
willing mouth. He thought about what he had told Lincoln earlier in the day
about the Purity, he had assured his older brother that he could handle them,
but nothing could be farther from the truth as he was fed Ripper�s cock against
his will.
Ripper
began breathing hard and panting in need, �That�s it fish�make me cum in that
hot mouth of yours.� Rip watched his prick sliding in and out of the slut�s
mouth, past pouty pink lips, and he lost it completely, �That�s it Michael�let
me feed you baby�oh yeah, that taste good baby?�
Michael
closed his eyes when he felt the first of Rip�s semen pulsating into his mouth
hitting him in the back of his throat. The warm bitter fluid filled his mouth
and he reluctantly swallowed the thick offensive substance not wanting to piss
the larger man off more than he already had.
�You
are a quick learner Scofield,� Ripper grinned as he felt the last of his cum
squirting into the hungry mouth. He released Michael�s head and pulled out of
the younger con�s mouth sliding his cock on Michael�s wet swollen lips, �You
ready to tell me who this Schweitzer guy is?�
Michael
nodded slowly trying hard not to cry as the man continued to violate his mouth,
�It�s not a guy it�s a thing.�
Ripper
pulled away from Michael�s mouth, placed his softening penis carefully into his
pants, and looked down at the other con, �What is it then?�
Michael
sat up on his elbows, �It�s a bolt.�
�You
mean a weapon against me and T, don�t you?�
�No,�
Michael admitted wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. �It has nothing
to do with you or T-Bag.�
�What
the hell you need a bolt for?� Ripper asked pushing himself off the cot and
onto his feet offering his hand for Michael.
Michael
slowly sat up, took the hand offered, and stood up next to the larger man,
�There have been some other inmates threatening me and I��
�What
the hell?� Ripper interrupted. �Why didn�t you tell me about this earlier? It�s
my job to keep you safe. That�s part of the deal, remember?�
Michael
shamefully looked at the floor, �I know it is, but I thought I could take care
of myself, and besides, T isn�t exactly happy with me at the moment, and I
wasn�t sure the family was protecting me or not.�
�You
may be trying to get some extra perks out of T, but he always protects those
who put out for him,� Ripper replied placing his finger underneath Michael�s
chin and pointing the younger man�s head upwards. �Tell me whose messing with
you, and I�ll take care of it for you. No one touches the Purity�s property and
lives to tell about it.�
�You
remember that black inmate and his buddies who cornered me in the Yard on the
first day?� Michael asked having no choice but to lie.
Ripper�s
eyes gleamed in excitement, �I�ve been warning that mother fucker for months to
stay away from my property.�
�As
much as I enjoy hearing you call me your property,� Michael flippantly began.
�You might want to let him know that I�m your property.�
Ripper
looked deeply into Michael�s eyes seeing nothing but the truth burning in the
engineer�s eyes, �You�re willing to let me call you that in front of the other
inmates?�
�If it
means you�ll protect me from that other con and his gang,� Michael easily lied
once again. It was appalling how easy it was becoming to lie through his teeth
to just about everyone; even Lincoln. �It you�re going
to force me into sex I might as well enjoy your protection.�
Ripper
towered over Michael�s lean frame and pressed him backwards towards the sink,
�You think you�re worth me risking my neck for? Hell, you ain�t done nothing
but blown me, and we both know that you�d rather have Sucre as a cellie.�
Michael
felt his lower back resting against the edge of the sink, �You keep those
bastards away from me, and I�ll make it worth your wild.�
Ripper
leaned down and placed his mouth close to Michael�s ear, �You do realize that I
will most likely get killed by those thugs or get thrown in the Shoe, don�t
you?�
Michael
was counting on it, �Not if you�re smart about it. You seem like the type who
could get away with something like that.�
Ripper
licked at Michael�s ear, �You are something else Scofield. Do you find this
little seduction thing works often?�
Michael
was ashamed of himself for playing the helpless whore but he was desperate to
get his plan started. �Look, either you take these guys down for me, or I get
my hand on that bolt, defend myself, and get killed.� Michael pulled back from
Ripper�s wandering tongue and looked the convict in the eyes, �How do you think
T would feel about that?�
Ripper
laughed softly kissing Michael on the cheek, �Okay fish, you win. I�ll take
care of those blacks for you.�
Michael
felt a twinge of guilt at setting the black inmates up, but they had made their
interest in him apparent on the first day, and they seemed likely candidates
for Michael�s plan. �And I�ll take care of you once you�ve done that for me.�
Ripper
reluctantly pulled himself away from Scofield�s tempting body, �And you keep
your hands off that bolt. I wouldn�t want you getting careless with it.�
�Fine,�
Michael lied once again. �Consider the bolt forgotten.� He watched as Ripper jumped
up onto the top bunk and lay down on the mattress before approaching his own
bottom bunk. He laid back, took the paper out of his hand, looked at his
scribbling, and smiled softly. He had no intentions of forgetting the bolt,
without it, there was no escape and hopefully in a day or so, Ripper would be
dead or in the Shoe and he could finally put the bolt to good use.

I want to thank
all of you who continued harassing me over the last few weeks asking for more
of this series. I am usually better at keeping up with my stories, but my muse
went on hiatus and I have been super busy of late. Hopefully, this will be the
first update of many to come.
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