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Day Four

Michael looked
over his shoulder looking for signs of T-Bag, but saw none, so he quickly
stepped into the Alabamian�s cell and started looking for the bolt. He lifted
up the edges of each thin mattress but saw nothing but pictures of Maytag with
friends and family. He lifted up the pillows of both bunks but found nothing.
He turned around and made a quick survey of the sink area and ran his hands
underneath the small table, but still he didn�t find what he was looking for.
With an aggravated sigh, Michael turned to leave the cell only to find T-Bag
and Maytag looking at him in outrage.
�What
you doing in my cell?� Bagwell asked in disbelief. He couldn�t believe that the
younger man would be crazy enough to enter his domain without permission with
the obvious intention of stealing the bolt back.
Michael
walked closer to the rapist with a determined face, �I want the bolt and I�ll
do whatever it takes to get it back.�
T-Bag
placed his arm on the bars and leaned in towards Michael blocking the
entrance of the cell, �I�m not quite sure I heard that fish. Did you just offer
me anything I want for that bolt?�
Michael
stood his ground and stared fixedly at the sadist hoping that T-Bag would take
him up on his offer. Not much had been going Michael�s way inside Fox River�s
walls, but he absolutely had to have the bolt or his whole plan was shot to
hell. �That�s right.�
T-Bag
leaned in closer to Michael ignoring the mumbling of complaints coming from
Maytag who obviously didn�t like the fact that his lover and protector was
falling for Scofield�s seduction. �You know the old saying don�t you. You�re in
for an inch�you�re in for a mile.�
Michael
looked over Bagwell�s shoulder at Maytag who was clenching his fist by his side
and gazing angrily in his direction, �Whatever it takes. You
want to fuck me, lay me down, and have me beg for all you have to offer?�
Michael stepped closer towards T-Bag almost touching the other man�s chest with
his own, �Give me the bolt and you get me willingly.�
T-Bag
blatantly licked his lips thinking about how good the boy would feel on the
inside, �You seem to keep forgetting that I can take you against your will
whenever I want to.�
Michael
leaned his head towards the other man placing his soft lips up against the
older man�s ear, �We both know it�d be lot funnier if I cooperated, don�t we?�
T-Bag
pulled his head away from the taller man and smiled confidently, �You want to
experience my sexual expertise again, don�t you Scofield?� Teddy leaned in
closer to Scofield, �Or maybe you�re nothing but a common whore willing to take
it up the ass for the right price?� Bagwell searched Michael�s face looking for
the familiar signs of fear and weakness on the boy�s face but saw none, �You
pretend that I don�t scare you, but we both know the truth now, don�t we
Pretty?�
�Do we
have a deal or not?� Michael asked ignoring the older man�s apparent taunts. �I
want the bolt and you want me�simple as that.�
�My
daddy always taught me that there ain�t anything simple in life,� T-Bag
smirked. �There�s always a complication, and I have a feeling that you are
nothing but trouble Pretty.� Bagwell let his eyes wander up and down Michael�s
lean tight body and felt himself hardening in his pants, �Of course, it�s hard
to resist when you�re offering yourself up all gracious like.�
�This
cunt won�t survive the fight tonight,� Maytag complained filled with jealousy.
�Don�t waste your time bargaining with a dead man T.�
Michael�s
brows arched in surprise, �Tonight?�
For the
first time, T-Bag turned away from Scofield and looked out into the cellblock
seeing the hostile
eyes of the black inmates staring at him in interest. �You got a problem
with that? Cause we�re going straight at them.�
�Then
give me the bolt now so I can protect myself,� Michael pleaded.
�You
want a weapon bitch?� Maytag
asked while stepping into the cell to get closer to the competition. The
blonde waived the bolt in front of Michael�s face before placing it into his
own front pocket. �You making deals with the wrong con�I�m the one you should
be bargaining with.�
T-Bag
watched in avid fascination as the two younger men squared off against each
other wondering if he should put a stop to Maytag�s aggression towards the
fish. �Don�t forget Blondie that the bolt is mine and I will do with it as I
please.�
�I�ll
give it to you as soon as I�m through with it,� Maytag replied through gritted
teeth. He stepped into Michael�s personal space but the taller con refused to
back down, �You and I are going to settle this tonight fish, you understand
me?�
Michael
wasn�t quite sure what the younger con was insinuating, �What exactly is it
that we have to settle?�
�Just
watch your back you fucking cock tease,� Maytag hissed.
�That�s
enough,� Bagwell warned stepping out of the entryway of the cell and signaling
for Michael to leave, �Go
on along now Pretty and we�ll talk about your offer after the fight.�
Michael
ignored the pest called Maytag, walked past Bagwell out into the cellblock, and
turned to take one final look at the older man, �The offer is more than fair
and you know it.�
�Of
course it is,� Bagwell smiled evilly. T-Bag watched Scofield walking away
wondering exactly what it was about the other man that excited him so. There
were plenty of pretty faces in prison; some prettier than others, and there
were always boys willing to do his bidding without complaint, and some who
refused his advances, but something stood out about the shy and elusive
Scofield�something that made him hotter than the sun on the Fourth of July.
�I
don�t know why you�re carrying on so badly about him,� Maytag began. �He ain�t
all that pretty�nothing but a whore anyway.�
T-Bag
snapped out at the younger man, wrapped his hand around Maytag�s throat, and
pressed the boy up against the side of the top bunk. �And what does that make
you? You were going down on your knees for me on your first day begging for my
protection, and no one had even made a move on you yet.� T-Bag released his
plaything�s neck and caressed his terrified face instead, �If anyone is a whore
around here it�s you, ain�t that right?�
�Just
for you T,� Maytag admitted tilting his head up offering his mouth in
invitation.
T-Bag
pushed the younger man down into the bottom bunk, �I ain�t got the time for you
right now. I got other things to think about.�
Maytag
felt the sting of rejection when his lover pounced up onto the top bunk making
it perfectly clear that his services were not needed at the moment. He rested
his head back onto the cot, reached in his pocket for the bolt, and ran his
thumb up and down the metal threads thinking about the new fish that had
wrecked his happy little prison home. He rubbed roughly on the sharp threads of
the bolt in a silent rage until a small patch of skin on his thumb was rubbed
raw and began bleeding. He looked at the crimson drops of blood on his thumb
and on the screw threads, and he smiled wondering if T-Bag would think Scofield
was so pretty when he saw him gutted and dying on the cellblock floor.

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Michael left T-Bag�s cell empty handed
fuming that the hick and his boy toy were messing with his perfect plan. When
he had planned the escape he had taken in every possible obstacle, but he had
not taken into account the possibility of a man like Bagwell detouring his
every move.
Michael walked into his own cell
pissed off to no end and it didn�t help to see that Ripper was sitting on his
bunk instead of his own, �Is there a reason why you�re on my bunk and not
yours?�
Ripper looked up at Michael and
smiled. He loved how the boy�s light green eyes appeared almost blue when he
was angry or scared. �I like the way it smells�sweet and virginal.�
Michael
watched as the other man ran his hand down his own stomach and began
rubbing on his crotch, �You have got to be kidding me.�
Ripper winked and continued
rubbing his burgeoning erection, �I can�t help it that you smell so fucking
good�it gets me hard.� Ripper reached inside his pants and touched the mushroom
head of his own cock and moaned softly, �I can�t seem to get your smell off me,
no matter how many times I shower, and I feel like I�ve been walking around
here for four days with a permanent boner.�
Michael tore his eyes from the
vulgar performance on his cot and walked over towards the sink to rinse off his
face, �You�re such a romantic�always saying just the right thing.� Michael bent
slightly to splash cold water on his face and was taken off guard when he felt
the strong pressure of Ripper�s body on his back, �Get the fuck off me!�
Ripper wrapped his large beefy
arm around Michael�s narrow waist and pulled his own pants down just enough so
he could glide his hard prick up against Michael�s prison uniform, �Hush now
fish�wouldn�t want to let the other inmates know that you�re so hot for cock.�
Michael closed his eyes as he was
held in placed by Ripper�s powerful grip hating the feeling of being humped by
the other con, �There�s no danger of that I can assure you.�
Ripper pulled Michael�s hips back
more so that he could get a better view of the younger man�s fine sweet ass and
rubbed his thick leaking dick across the coarse uniform in hurried movements.
�Good thing today�s a clean wash day or you�d be wearing my smell for days.�
Michael grimaced in disgust when
he felt Ripper�s hot liquid release spurting onto his uniformed-clad ass, �You
are a fucking pig�get the hell off me.�
Ripper held on tightly refusing
to release Michael until his orgasm had fully dissipated, �What can I say; you
bring out the pig in me.� Rip looked down at his handy work and smiled, �Damn,
you look good covered in my spunk.� He ran his finger through his thick milky
fluid on Michael�s uniform, �Want a taste?�
Michael pushed back against the
taller man with all his might and scrambled away from the rapist, �Why are you
doing this to me?�
Ripper pulled back up his pants
and frowned, �I expected more than that from you Scofield. Now you sound like
all the other pretty cons I�ve fucked around with.� He threw Michael his towel,
�Go take a shower before you really piss me off.�
Michael stood in confusion with
the towel in his hand trying to ignore the wetness on his backside, �What did I
say?�
�You sound like a sniveling
whining pussy and I don�t like that shit,� Rip explained. �I like to think that
you�re something special�so much more than the others I�ve bedded.�
�And by bedded you mean raped,�
Michael corrected.
�If you say so,� Rip replied
handing Michael his soap bar. �Go get cleaned up and we�ll go get some chow.�
Michael dreaded facing the
showers alone, �Aren�t you coming too?�
Ripper smirked knowing that
Scofield wanted protection in the showers, �You�ll be alright sweet thing. They
know better than to touch T-Bag�s property.�
Michael straightened his posture,
swallowed down his fear, and faced Ripper with a determined face, �Then I can
eat alone too.�
Ripper sighed in aggravation,
placed his hand firmly on Michael�s shoulder, and turned the other man so that
Michael was facing the cellblock. �Be back in fifteen minutes or I�ll hunt you
down.� Ripper shoved Michael out of the cell. �And don�t talk to anyone.�
Michael walked away ignoring
Ripper�s orders and walked past Sucre�s cell wishing that for the hundredth
time that the Puerto Rican was his cellie rather than the not-so incredible
hulk. Sucre had been thrown in solitary earlier in the day because Bellick had
discovered a shank in his cell and the cell now sat empty as the other cell
occupant busied himself taking a shower. Michael looked briefly in the cell
looking at the toilet imagining himself crawling through the wall at night
while Sucre stood watch, and he cursed silently to himself thinking about
Bagwell�s interference and how the man was ruining his escape plan; the same
man he had willingly offered himself to just so he could get his hand on the
bolt. Michael felt ashamed of himself for his willingness to play Bagwell�s
game, but he knew that saving Lincoln�s life would be well worth it in the long
run.

*************************************************
Michael took the standard four
minute shower and dressed
grateful that he had made it out of the notorious prison showers unscathed.
He had seen other men openly appraising his naked wet body as he showered, but
he could also see the look of hesitation in their eyes. Obviously, T-Bag�s
reputation for inflicting pain and death on those who touched his property was
threat enough, and the other inmates left him alone.
Michael was pleased when C-Note
came up, tapped him on the shoulder, and showed him a bottle
of pills. Michael looked cautiously at the guards who were ignoring him and
followed C-Note out into the hall to get the needed Pugnac. He was glad that
Lincoln�s mistrust of the man was misplaced, and he took C-Note�s offered hand
of friendship once they were out in the hallway.
�What�s up snowflake?� C-Note
smiled reaching for Michael�s hand while shoulder punching the fish. C-Note
shoved Michael up against a set of bars that led to another corridor and stared
in anger at the trouble maker.
Michael felt several hands coming
through the bar to hold him in place; including one on his
forehead holding his head firmly.
C-Note stepped closer to Michael
and sneered, �You think I�m a fool?�
Michael struggled to get away from
the binding hands but to no avail, �What are you talking about?�
C-Note frowned, �I see you out
there with the Arryies.� He stared angrily at the new inmate he had mistakenly
trusted, �You know I got a good mind to slash you open right now.�
�It�s not what you think. He�s
got something I need,� Michael reassured C-Note. �I�m not like them.�
�Now see that�s funny�because I
got something you need too,� C-Note replied shaking the bottle of Pugnac in
Michael�s face. �You want your Pugnac fish?� he asked while uncapping the
bottle and pouring the pills into his palm. �Its right here baby,� he teased as
he dropped the empty prescription bottle to the floor thrilled that Michael�s
nostrils flared in anger. �Look white boy, your luck just ran out. You chose the
wrong side.�
Michael felt a slap on his cheek
from behind as the hands disappeared and the men ran down the corridor back
towards the cellblock. Michael looked at the pill
bottle angry as hell for having to rethink yet another aspect of his
intricate plan. Nothing had gone as planned thus far, and he punched at the
hard steel bars in silent fury ignoring the sharp pain that ran throughout his
hand. �Son-of-a-bitch,� he
hissed quietly to himself. �What the fuck am I going to do now?� Michael
flexed his sore hand and turned when he heard footsteps approaching.
�Your fifteen minutes is up,�
Ripper informed him as he walked towards Michael.
Michael stood still as the
Neanderthal walked over, �I was just on my way back.�
Ripper grabbed Michael by the
upper arm and encouraged him to move away from the showers, �Things are really
starting to heat up fish. It ain�t safe for you to be alone anymore.�
Michael didn�t protest as Ripper
dragged him down the hall towards the Mess thankful that he had the larger man
at his side. It had just become apparent to Michael that he had all sorts of
enemies surrounding him at Fox River, and he actually found some comfort from
the Purity�s protection because being Ripper or T-Bag�s play thing was far
better thing than being dead.

******************************************************
�Heads up cons. Stand at your
gate,� a CO barked.
Michael watched uneasily as the
cell bars opened up and he stepped
out onto the catwalk to stand with the other inmates. He looked across the
way and saw C-Note glaring at him and looked away quickly. Michael knew that
the Purity was getting ready to up against the black inmates and he was going
to be an unwilling participant despite his best efforts to avoid the situation.
�Stay near me,� Ripper mumbled as
C-Note stepped off the line gaining the attention of the white inmates and the
guards.
�C-Note, get back on number!� a
CO ordered. The guards weren�t stupid. They knew that a race fight was brewing
and they were prepared to do whatever it took to keep the scrimmage from
escalating into a full blown riot that put the guards and prison staff in
danger.
Michael was still processing the
fact that it was C-Note who had initiated the fight with his stepping out when
he was tossed over the side of the catwalk by the black inmate who had harassed
him in the Yard. The last thing he remembered seeing before going over the edge
was Ripper grabbing the man and slitting his throat from ear to ear.� Michael landed hard on the floor of the
cellblock but immediately scrambled to his feet looking for a way out of the
chaos. He saw Westmoreland
retreating into the back of his cell, and watched in horror as T-Bag
slit the throat of another black inmate. Michael couldn�t fathom that there
were men like Ripper and T-Bag in the world who could kill so easily and with
such glee.
Michael watched as the other
inmates attacked each other in a frenzied passion, slashing, gutting, and
killing each other all because of their skin color, and he couldn�t comprehend
how men could be so callous and cold towards each other. Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Maytag running towards him, and turned to face the other man.
�Die you fucking cunt!� Maytag
screamed as he struck out at Michael with the steel bolt missing when Michael
stepped out of the way.
Michael grabbed Maytag�s wrists
and wrestled
him to the ground trying to get the bolt out of the other man�s hand. The
two men tossed and turned on the floor briefly with Michael getting the upper
hand and retrieving the bolt from Maytag. Both men stood up quickly circling
each other; Michael brandishing the bolt while Maytag prepared to attack with
his bare hands. Michael risked a look up and saw C-Note nodding in
understanding causing Michael to sigh in relief. The message was understood;
C-Note�s gang would leave him alone for now, but first he had to survive
Maytag�s attack.
Maytag jumped at him and Michael
slashed out with the bolt daring the younger man to come closer, but without
warning, Michael felt the bolt being ripped from his hand from behind. Michael
watched frozen in shock as one of C-Note�s gang members stabbed
Maytag in the heart three times with the steel rod before tossing the bolt
down on the concrete floor. Michael looked at the younger con and watched
helplessly in terror as Maytag began bleeding to death right in front of his
eyes.
�Help me!� Maytag pleaded as he
collapsed into Michael�s arms and both men fell to the floor. Michael held the
dying body in his arms
filled with sympathy and remorse for the troubled man, and he felt himself
trembling as the adrenaline rush hit him full force while he looked around
nervously at the other cons as Maytag�s blood soaked into his shirt
�Scofield!� T-Bag roared as he
took stock of the situation. His eyes glared in hatred when he saw the
blood covering Scofield�s shirt and his boy lying dead in the arms of the
pretty con.
Without hesitation, Michael
pulled himself away from Maytag�s body, stood up, grabbed the bolt from the
floor, and ran towards his cell. T-Bag�s shouts could be heard over the other
inmates as canisters of tear gas were dropped into the cellblock causing the
prisoners to rush back to their cells. Michael threw himself into his cell
thankful that Ripper was nowhere to be seen, and began coughing when the tear
gas flowed throughout the cellblock. Michael shook like a nervous jack rabbit
as the other inmates ran pass his cell yelling at each other trying to get back
to their own cells before the bars closed. Michael slowly slipped
down onto the floor of the cell resting his back up against the cinder
block wall wiping the blood off his hands on his shirt.
�You�re a dead man Scofield, you
hear me? You�re a dead man!� Bagwell yelled loudly.
Michael watched in relief as the
cell bars slammed shut locking Ripper outside in the cellblock. He tried to
block out Bagwell�s threats and wiped off the tears on his face. The tear gas
was burning his eyes and he was having problems breathing. He yanked off his
blue shirt and tried to clean his hands and the bolt of Maytag�s blood while
trying to remain
focused on the game plan. He finally had the key; the most important part
of his plan, but memories of Maytag being stabbed and dying in his arms would
live with him for the rest of his life.

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