Steam whooshed up from between the closed sides of the industrialized size trouser press as Yuri Gregory pushed down the lid and steam pressed yet another set of prison scrubs. Sweat glistened on his forehead as the big Russian continued with the his job, his new job as of just a few days ago and already he wanted out of the laundry and back to the mail room where he had been working for the last three years and would have still been working except for the guard who had informed him of the change of his work detail.

His cell mate Illya Kurikov was still in the mail room and Yuri could not help feel a spark of envy, he hated the laundry detail, it was hot and sweaty work and although its bonus was that some of the inmates here did work with their tops off and some of them he noted were well toned and muscled something that he was more than appreciative of but he would have still preferred to have been with his cellmate, the two of them watched each other's back especially now since their friend Ivan had been killed during a fight not so long ago.

Whoosh!

"Watch it fool."

Steam billowed out as he raised the top part of the steam press and it brought him back to reality and also the yelling of one of his fellow laundry rats, one of Lefty's crew working the steamer next to him warning him of the danger of being burned if his concentration did not improve and that was the last thing he wanted, there was not much to look forward to in this hellhole of a prison but the ready supply of fresh meat was one of the few.

There had been a new delivery of prisoners the day before and more than a few of the new fish looked like they were ready to be welcomed the prison way and he and his cellmate were both determined to try a few of them before anyone else had a chance.

There was in particular one that had caught their attention, he was slight of build and looked no more than a teenager with such innocent looking baby blue eyes and hair the colour of corn and from what Yuri had seen when the newbie had foolishly reached down to tie his laces that had come undone was that the kid wore nothing under his prison trousers and that would make it so much easier to gain entrance to the sweet tight looking hole he had glimpsed before the lad had yanked his trousers back up over his narrow tapered hips.

xXx

In the mail room Illya was sorting mail when he felt someone brush close to him as they passed behind him and he felt a hand hesitantly grasp his left buttock, growling as he turned his head he came face to face with another of the Russian Brotherhood who had been inside almost as long as he had.

He smirked as he recognized the little prag that serviced all of the brotherhood here in Stockton, the smaller man looking a little tense as the other Russian looked him up and down and signaled with his eyes to the storeroom door at the back of the mail room. Chuckling under his breath as the prag turned his head towards the door and glanced back to him smiling as he understood what it was that Kurikov was telling him with his eyes and moved towards the door, Kurikov checked to see if anyone else in the mail room was watching before following the prag. So intent on the prag that he missed the tall bald headed tattooed man who slipped from the shadows behind the tall sorting unit to follow him into the room and the shank that suddenly appeared in the hand of the man.

xXx

The day was going at its usual slow dull pace of any day in the pen and for those members of the prison population that were not currently involved in some work detail or at some useless class that the present prison governor was keen on some of the prison population taking part in, in order for them to become useful members of society once they were released from his care and back into the big wide world.

The rest were merely doing whatever it was that they generally did using the exercise yard and not necessarily exercising or sitting bored in their cells wishing for the day that they would be released would arrive sooner.

The sons were sitting at what had become their bench since their incarceration and they were pleased that their number was back to full strength. Juice had returned to the ranks of his brothers a few days before and although he was still finding it difficult with his mobility still having to rely on sticks to get about on, his brothers and in particular Happy had been helping him as much as they could without it being so obvious to any outside their little group.

The loud sound of a klaxon blaring alerted them to possible trouble within the prison as guards rushed into the yard herding the prisoners back to their cells, Juice panicked when he stumbled as he tried to keep up with his brothers and not be lost in the crush of the other prisoners as they poured back into the cell blocks that housed their cells and he felt hands grip his upper arms keeping him upright and moving as they moved down the hallway towards their own cells.

xXx

Prisoners eagerly pressed up against the bars of their cells trying to see what was going on, minutes earlier guards had entered the cell near the end of the cell block and they could hear the sounds of the cell being pulled apart, one of its occupants being held up against the wall by a guard as the others noisily ripped the cell apart obviously searching for something.

Yuri had not had time to zip up his trousers where he had been masturbating as he had been hauled from his bed in his cell and dragged out of it as guards had rushed in and started trashing it. He was pushed up against the wall as he struggled to keep his trousers from slipping any further down than they had already had and wondered with bewilderment what was going on and also with some trepidation as his cellmate had been missing since the lock down that had had everyone being forced back into their cells in the middle of the day.

A shout was heard from one of the guards trashing his cell and Yuri found himself being hauled back from the wall that he had been pressed up against, the loss of which caused his trousers to slip even further down towards his knees as a guard emerged from the cell holding his shank that he had lost the day before.

"What's this?"

The head guard asked as the shank was placed within a clear plastic bag before it was handed to him. He took peering at the offending item and from where Yuri stood he could see that the blade of the shank was an unusual shade of what looked rustic brown running along the blade.

"Looks like we've found the murder weapon boys?"

Grinning the guard said as he held up the bag containing the bloodied shank, shoving it towards the befuddled prisoner whose trousers were more than halfway down his legs and was spluttering in confusion at what was occurring.

"What murder weapon, that ain't mine?"

The head guard smiled as he looked coldly back at the prisoner.

"Of course it isn't and I bet we won't find your fingerprints on this now will we, take him to the hole."