Falling into the Clutches of Another Convict

Title: Falling Into The Clutches Of Another Convict
Author: WarpedMinded and NightmareAhead
Chapter: 1/3
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Warning: well its OZ… what do you expect?
Summary: What if Toby didn’t show up until Season 2 and Keller is already there? And he helps Toby get away from Schillinger?
Disclaimer: We do not own OZ or any of its characters.
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMinded and NightmareAhead. Warped = Beecher. Nightmare = Keller.

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Tobias Beecher didn't know what he was getting into when he went to Oz, and he sure as hell didn't think something this cruel could ever happen to him.

He whimpered in pain as Vern Schillinger branded a swastika on his ass. He felt like he was going to puke, but he knew better than to do that.

"Please... stop," Toby grunted as Vern finished finally. "Just, let me go to another pod, I won't tell anyone what happened."

Schillinger just chuckled, "Oh, no... I am keeping you around, Sweetpea. Your ass is mine." He patted Beecher's unbranded cheek and climbed up onto the top bunk and went to sleep.

Toby shivered as he tried to ignore the pain. 'I have to get out of here somehow. I can't survive this.'

He fell asleep, but he ended up having nightmares.

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The next morning, when the C.O yelled, "Count!" Toby didn't get up, he didn't think he could. They sent him to the infirmary where Dr. Nathan looked him over.

"What is wrong with you Beecher? You’re not sick, you don't have any visible wounds..."

That was when Toby leaned over and showed her his ass. There was a gasp behind him and her hands gently pushing him down onto his stomach.

"Well get it cleaned so it won't get infected. Who the hell did this to you? I can tell it's one of the Aryans' work."

Tobias' heart clenched. He couldn't tell or he would be killed by the end of the day. "Don't worry about it. Just clean it up."

It was an hour later that he was taken back to his pod, where Vern gave him a warm... bent over welcome.

That was the first time he was actually raped, and he didn't know how to react. He struggled and bit and kicked, but Schillinger just laughed and finished.

Toby put his clothes on and walked out of the pod, shaking visibly. 'I was… raped. I can't be raped. How can people live after this?' He was dazed as he went to a corner under the stairs, where there was no one, and leaned against the wall, trying not to puke all over.

Christopher Keller was about to walk up the stairs when he saw someone he hadn't met under them. He paused and figured he might as well mess with the guy before the guy tried to mess with him, so he slowly made his way over.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Toby grit his teeth and glared at the man, even if he was good looking. "Tobias Beecher. Can you leave me alone now?" He looked away from the tall man and his eyes got misty.

"I'll leave you alone when I want to leave you alone," Chris said as he folded his arms over his chest and looked the man over from head to toe. The guy was good looking but he looked pretty upset about something. "What the fuck’s wrong with you?"

Beecher looked at the man, squeezed his eyes shut, and said only one word, "Schillinger." He felt his throat constrict and he turned around to face the wall. "Please go."

“Schillinger? What’d he do?” Keller asked before he realized the answer. “Oh. First time, huh?”

Toby turned around and lashed out. He jumped on Keller and regretted it as soon as it happened. The pain shot through him and he collapsed onto the ground in pain. "Get away," he snarled. "Or don't talk about rape so casually. No... never mind, just go away." He swallowed hard, the pain not dulling. "You... fucker," he cursed for the first time since he got there.

“I’m the fucker?” Keller asked and pointed at himself. “I’m not the one that raped you, buddy. That was Schillinger. I may be a fucker, but I’m not your fucker.”

Tobias glared at the man, "I'm sure. You’re probably one of his lackeys and would have done the same damn thing." He was quivering with anticipation of starting an argument with someone. He was a lawyer after all, he was great at it.

“I am not one of Schillinger’s lackeys,” Keller growled. “I’m nobodies fucking lackey.”

Toby raised a brow and snorted, unamused, "Oh yes. I'm sure you’re not." He decided patronizing was the way to go. "You’re just the poor, innocent bystander. Man, why the fuck are you still here? I'm in pain and you’re being an ass. Are you trying to get to a point?" Toby felt like laughing at the absurdity of it all.

"You know what? You're right! Why am I still here?" Keller laughed and walked away to head back to his cell, shaking his head and murmuring to himself as he went.

Beecher ran his fingers over his head and let out a deep breath, forcing himself to walk over to one of the C.O's.

"Could... one of you take me to the infirmary?"

The C.O rolled his eyes but took him to the doctor.

Dr. Nathan smiled, "Tobias. What brings you back so soon?" Her smile faltered when he took off his shirt and showed bruises. "Dammit. Someone needs to teach Vern Schillinger a lesson. Alright, let's go to the private room, and I will look at you there."

When they were in the room, Beecher took off his clothes and he leaned over, making him hiss in pain.

Dr. Nathan looked him over, gave him some cream to put on his abused asshole. "Alright, put this on two times a day. When you wake up, and before you go to bed. No intercourse... in you for a few weeks."

"Thank you Dr. Nathan." He put his clothes on and was led back to Em City.

He looked up at Schillinger’s pod and shook his head. "How am I going to get my stuff now?" he muttered to himself. "And where the fuck am I gonna go?" Toby was getting more nervous by the moment.

Keller walked up to the man from earlier and threw his arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, Toby. I pulled some strings and got myself assigned as your new sponsor. They’re moving you to my pod too. So all you have to do it grab your things and follow me,” he smiled brightly, with a hint of evil, at Toby.

Toby was willing to move in with anyone as long as it was that Nazi fuck Schillinger.

"Fine."

He walked up the stairs, went to Vern's pod, and didn't knock, he just walked in. He grabbed his stuff while trying not make eye contact with Vern.

"Where do you think you’re going prag? I never said you could go anywhere."

Toby swallowed and said quietly, "They are making me move. I never said anything. It was him." He glanced at Keller, making Vern do the same.

"That motherfucker! I taught him everything he has to know about everything. He's gonna treat you worse prag, you can bet on it."

That made Beecher pause at the doorway. He looked at Vern, then at Keller. Then the comment just came spilling out on it's own, "Well, at least Keller is a good looking fucker." Beecher hurried down the stairs and was trying not to hyperventilate.

Keller smiled when he saw Vern glaring at him and even threw him a little wave before showing Toby to his new home.

“You get top,” he said as he nodded towards the bunk beds.

Toby glanced at Keller, and with a small smile he put his stuff on there. "Thanks. I... don't think I can be on a bottom bunk anytime soon." It was a couple minutes before Beecher said anything again, "So. Vern told me your name is Keller? Is that your last name, or first?" He needed to be nice to this man to live any longer in Oz.

“Chris Keller,” he answered as he laid out on his bed. “So what are you in for?”

Toby looked at Keller, unsure if he should lie or not. "Want me to sound tough as nails, or tell the truth?" He had save a slight smile as he put his toothbrush and toothpaste on the small ledge above the toilet.

“Eh. Might as well tell me the truth, I’d figure it out sooner or later,” Keller said with a shrug.

Toby nodded, agreeing, "Yeah, you probably would. It was driving while intoxicated and vehicular manslaughter. I have to serve up to 15 years and I am up for parole in four. What about you?" He went to the toilet and took a piss, then looked out the door and saw Schillinger and his croonies making kissy faces and miming slitting his throat. He looked back at Keller with a looked of nervousness.

Chris ignored the look and Vern and his guys. “Felony murder, two counts of attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, robbery, driving under the influence, and reckless driving. I was sentenced to 88 years with the possibility of parole in 50,” he rattled off.

Beecher made a small sound, "Well shit, you have your work cut out for you." He stepped close to Keller and whispered, "I will... pretend to be your prag, if you protect me from Schillinger."

"Pretend?" Keller laughed, "If I wanted you as my prag I would make you my prag. None of this pretend bullshit." He sat up on the side of his bed and looked Toby over. "And you would make one nice one too."

Toby blanched, his stomach in nothing but knots. "I-I can't do that again. I'm even branded, I wouldn't be able to survive another one. Please... please, I will do anything. Just, don't hurt me like he did." He sat down on Keller's bed.

“Yeah? Well, let’s see how well you behave yourself and then I’ll decide if I should go fucking easy on you or not,” Keller said as he laid back down.

Toby got up and climbed onto his bunk, tremors going through him like lightening.

"I'm not going to be able to survive this place," he whispered, not even thinking Keller might be able to hear him.

“I’ll make sure you make it through alright,” Chris said up to the top bunk as the lights went out.

A snort from Toby, "All you want is a convenient hole around that will do all your dirty work." He really wished he didn't talk back so much.

It took a few hours... but he fell asleep.



TBC…

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