Oz,Redux

Oz,Redux
NC-17 or will be later.
Notes: AU or change in plot, Not Bettaed, don't like it don't read
it. And of course non of these characters are mine they all belong to
HBO. Lastly, if you have ideas or can right a sex scene (B/K)or
(Mur/Ry), I'd appreciate the help.

Chapter 2
Chris Keller walked into Em City. He looked around as his sponsor, Scott Ross, showed him to his pod. As they walked Ross pointed out groups and their leaders. Which were allies and which were foes.
“Schillinger said you roomed with him in Lardner, prag, wanna be mine?”
Fuck you; I don’t need your protection, so fuck off.”
“Ohh, don’t get your panties in a twist, Schillinger said you were off limits, for now,” Ross said with a grin. Keller glared at him and shoved him out of the way. He waited till Ross left to let his guard down, but not enough that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.
What was his roomie's name again? Oh yeah, Beecher. Supposedly he had recently been moved out of Schillinger's cell. This should be interesting; Schillinger was obviously pissed with this guy. It made him wonder what he was like; I mean to ask to be moved away from the man that owned his ass. He was either very stupid or very brave or both. Oh, it didn’t really matter; you don’t cross Schillinger, people who did that usually wound up dead. Ross had made suggestions as they walked that he might be involved in Schillinger's little plot to get revenge. DAMN, he hated owing that bastard. Keller placed his things on the bottom bunk. He knew Schillinger wanted to see him about something before his roomie or some guy named O'Reily got back from work detail. He pushed his locker under his bed then stood up and walked out into the quad.
Schillinger grinned at him as he approached; Keller smiled in return, but never let it show how much he despised him.
“Keller,” Schillinger greeted him.
“Schillinger,” he said with a nod.
“Sit, we need to talk.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m having a problem with my former prag, Beecher, your new roomie. He made a fool of me, even denied me in the cafeteria. I want him to pay and I need you to help,” Schillinger said in a low voice.
“And what if I say 'No'?”
“Keller, you don’t want to tell me no, you still owe me.” Schillinger's grin widened and Keller just glared at him
“Or we could go back to our previous arrangement,” Schillinger said sadistically.
“No thanks, what do you want me to do?” he said still glaring at him.
“Hmmm, we are planning to gang bang him a week from now. There’s a closet close to his work detail, a CO named Metzger will take you, Ross, and four others to wait for him.”
“Fine,” Keller said as he turned to head back to his pod.
“No backing out, sweetpea,” Schillinger said sweetly to his back.
Keller didn’t answer, he didn’t need to, and he knew the consequences for disobeying Schillinger's orders. DAMN, he really hated Schillinger and that fucking Ross was just annoying.
After walking into his pod, he sat down on the bottom bunk and closed his eyes.
What was he getting himself into? RAPE. He had never raped anyone. Shit, could he even go through with this. Maybe he could just watch, he didn’t even think he could get it up. That and he hoped this guy was really hateable, otherwise Schillinger was going to be kicking his ass, that or he was going to be the one screwed.
Keller was jolted from his thoughts by a shadow crossing the door. He looked up and saw a beautiful angel standing in the doorway. Blue eyes, blond hair, nice small build, soft features, you could tell he was no criminal and he was fine as hell. Beecher glared at his appraising gaze.
“Keller, I presume,” he said sourly.
“You must be Beecher.”
“Yeah, stay away from me.”
“What’s your problem?” Keller asked.
Beecher glared at him some more then kicked Keller’s feet out of the way and placed his things on the top bunk. Keller just smiled and moved his feet back where they had been.
“Hmm, I’ve heard something, that you like it up the…..”
“I don’t care what you’ve heard, just keep your hands to yourself and stay the fuck away form me or I promise you’ll regret it.” Beecher snarled at Keller and kicked his feet out of the way again before storming out of the pod. Keller watched him go with a small smile on his face. Beautiful and so much spirit, so much fire. God, he was perfect, if Schillinger hadn’t already destroyed all the innocence inside of him. Damn, how was he going to go through with this? How could he destroy whatever sanity this beautiful man had left? Could Beecher even survive the blood loss, he was already so thin and looked very frail. Maybe he could… no… Schillinger wouldn’t listen. He was basically that fucking Nazi’s right hand man, he might have been his damn prag, but he had watched his back in Lardner. He had been loyal, so why was Schillinger letting that stupid prick Ross run the show? He had to stop Ross’s plans. Even if that meant submitting to Schillinger to make Beecher HIS BITCH at least he would be treated better. Hopefully he could make him a lover, but how to convince his old friend to go along with his plan. He had to unseat Ross before he harmed Beecher. Another shadow crossed the room; he looked up to see a Mick standing in the doorway.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Keller growled.
“O'Reily, if anything happens to Beecher, you’ll regret it. Keller, isn’t it? Leave him alone, he’s been through enough.”
“I wasn’t planning anything, ya Fuck, now get the hell out of my pod,” Keller snarled.
“Gooood, bye,” O'Reily said covered with a broad smile on his face and walked away.
Fucking mick, SHIT was he onto him. No, he couldn’t be….OH GOD, he had to get Schillinger to drop this plan. Maybe whacking Ross would work. Naa. He had to do something. DAMN, he didn’t want to have to beg because he knows what that meant. God would Ross enjoy fucking him, even watch him get fucked. He could just tell for some reason, he had always been good at reading people. Shit this wasn’t going to be easy, but meeting Beecher made him realize the beauty was no asshole. He was just scared, terrified that he was going to be raped again. It was easy to see through the bravo! Even if he had to submit to Schillinger to get his way. Beecher was too beautiful and way too fragile, he hated to break him. He’d find a way, he had to; if he didn’t he would never forgive herself.
“Dinner!” a hack yelled.
Keller stood up and walked to his pod door. As he leaned against the door frame, he watched the rest of the scum leave EM City for dinner. His eyes eventually drifted to Beecher and his glorious ass. He watched him leave EM City with O'Reily.
“Keller, move your ass if you want to eat,” a hack yelled.
Keller strutted down toward the gate. He gave the guard a smile as he walked past the gate and made his way to the cafeteria.
“I don’t trust him,” Ross muttered to Schillinger, as they walked in the line to get food.
“I do, he’ll do as he’s told. If he doesn’t, I’ll deal with him. You're not to touch him, got it?” Schillinger growled.
“I got it,” Ross responded unhappily.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you too, but if he doesn’t obey, you can help with his punishment,” Schillinger said with a smile. Ross grinned at him and grabbed their trays. He’d make sure Keller disobeyed. He had seen the way he looked at Beecher. It was going to be great, he’d have two asses to fuck. Ya , Keller keep up that tough guy act your ass will be mine.
Keller sauntered into the cafeteria and stood at the end of a short line of prisoners waiting for food. He could see Schillinger and Ross ahead of him in line. He didn’t know why Ross was grinning, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. He then altered his gaze to where Beecher sat. His new roomie's back was stiff, he could tell he was nervous and afraid. Damn, he needed to train that out of him. No emotions showing would be better, that and he still had to see if he could fight, if he couldn’t he was as good as fucked. Beecher noticed his gaze and glared in return. Keller gave him a smile and went back to looking ahead. He grabbed his tray and finished getting his food. Then found a place next to Beecher and O'Reily.
“What do you want?” Beecher growled.
“Just sitting down to eat. Got a problem with that?” Keller answered.
“Fuck off.”
“Nah. Don’t wanna,” Keller taunted.
Beecher turned red with anger and turned back to face O'Reily. Keller was about to pick up his orange when Ross grabbed Beecher’s shoulder and pulled him back.
“GET OFF!” Beecher snarled.
“Hey Bitch, your ass is going to feel real good when I fuck it. I’m going to fuck it so hard that it bleeds,” he hissed into Beecher’s ear.
“Back off, Nazi Freak!” O'Reily yelled loud enough for the hacks to hear as he shoved Ross away from Beecher. Keller turned to watch, but didn’t help Ross. He could hear the laughter from the other prisoners and from the four Aryans backing Ross up. Ross was grinning at Beecher and Beecher looked furious. He had heard what Ross had said, O'Reily probably hadn’t, but that was more than likely a good thing.
“Break it up. NOW. Move it Ross. If I have to break you and Beecher or Beecher and Schillinger are going to the hole for a month. Move it.” Ross smiled at the guard. “ “Yes, sir,” he said sarcastically and lead the Aryans out of the cafeteria. Keller didn't see anger in Beecher’s eyes, he saw fear. He was so terrified of Ross’s threat that Keller could sense it in the air. That wasn’t good, he couldn’t be afraid. He had to have balls or he would have to make him grow some pretty quickly if Beecher didn't want to get gang banged, killed or, more than likely both. Beecher stood up shakily and threw his tray away. O’Reily followed and they left the cafeteria. Keller finished his meal, threw his tray away and went back to EM City.

Beecher stood in his new pod for the second night in a row. SHIT. He’d rather be with O'Reily than this Keller guy. Why couldn’t that FUCKER have stayed in the hospital for another week. At least then he wouldn’t have to live with this sarcastic little shit. Yeah, he was gorgeous and that was the problem. He was absolutely beautiful, so handsome, he might even fall for this bastard if he wasn’t such a jerk. What was he going to do? He had never felt this way, especially about another man. He wasn’t a Fag. DAMN IT. He was married with children. He would not fall for this guy no matter how handsome he is.

“Count!” Officer Wittlesey yelled.

Beecher walked out of the pod and stood next to his new pod mate. He could see O'Reily from where he stood, he looked just about as happy as he was. Beecher and Keller stood there until their numbers were called then they walked into their pod. Beecher walked directly to the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. Keller sat down on his bunk and watched him. He watched as Beecher stripped down to his boxers. He couldn’t help but admire his bare back, but grimaced when Beecher removed his boxers. FUCK, Schillinger had burned a swastika on his ass. No wonder he had defied Schillinger. Oh fuck, that meant Schillinger had become a lot crueler since he was a prag, but then of course he had accepted it. Beecher obviously hadn’t.

“What the fuck are you staring at, asshole!” Beecher snarled.

“Schillinger do that?” Keller asked.

“Do what?” Beecher said not knowing what he was talking about.

“Brand you,” Keller said

“None of your business,” Beecher snapped.

“Look, Schillinger pragged me too. I know how it feels,” Keller said rising to his feet to touch Beecher’s arm. Beecher jerked away.

“You, you, you’re a fucking Nazi,” fear was evident on his face as he backed away.

“Hell No!!!” Keller said offended. Beecher backed all the way to the sink and froze when he hit the edge. Keller followed till they were almost touching.

“Look, ppplease don’t…” Keller placed a hand over Beecher’s mouth.

“Shhh, calm down Beecher, I have no plans to hurt you. All I was saying is that we came from the same place. I’m not his Bitch anymore or even his right hand man. Not that I want to be, I don’t want anything to do with him. He’s an ugly bastard, but you Beecher…” he said as he brushed Beecher’s face with his fingers. “Are beautiful... I can’t see why he abused you so badly. I would never do that. You’re too sweet and pretty for that,” Keller said softly.

“I, I I’mmmm not your prag, please leave me alone,” Beecher stuttered as he tried to get away, but Keller pinned him. Then softly but deeply kissed him. Beecher stood frozen for a minute then started to struggle. This only made Keller hold him tighter.

“Easy Baby, I know you need protection. Ross has it out for you. I don’t plan on letting him hurt you, but you have to trust me.”

Beecher started to tremble and he could feel tears running down his cheeks. Scream, yell, get a guard, but all he could do was stand there.

“Shh, hush baby, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, that you don’t ask for. I don’t rape people. I won’t force you anything on you , I promise. It's ok. Tobias, isn’t it, hmm, I think I like Toby better.” Keller kissed him again and gently pushed Toby toward the bunk. “Get some sleep. Good night Toby.”

tbc
Yeah, I finally had some time to type this. Thank you Ankhwa for the review, you inspired me to keep going.