*This is a continuation of a fictional epic fantasy series. Contains sexual violence and other forms of violence occur. All content is completely fictional and not endorsed in real life. Please read at your own discretion.*
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Every day was the same. By smashing lids together from the kitchens, the guards would come clanging down the hall waking everyone in the dungeons. Adrenaline kicked in and every prisoner would be ready to head off to the terminal. Every prisoner except Dany.
Dany was paralyzed from the waist down. He had been ever since that night he was foolish enough to fall in love with a dirty rebel who snapped his neck like a twig. The Kings Judges had mercy on him for being a crippled traitor and had sent him to the dungeons for the rest of his life. At first Dany prayed to the Land Gods for a miracle, a redemption for his part in the kidnapping of the princess. But that hope had long gone. He would never walk again nor would he ever see the light of day again. Instead, he was destined to be the sex slave of anyone who wanted.
Every day was the same. After Dany's cellmate, Seven, a young street thief doing time for stealing two apples from the market, would lovingly empty their waste bucket before leaving and the guards had their fun kicking the slower and older prisoners to their day job, they would come to Dany. Usually it was just Aeron and Riz, a tall golden haired muscled young man and a dark, brown skinned older man. Dany lived in darkness, but he had seen their faces once near a flame in the hallway. Or perhaps he just wished it was them because they looked quite handsome. Seasoned prison guards who would never climb the ladder to the renowned Guard of Queens and found their virtue in training their bodies.
Aeron would go first, turning Dany on his stomach, before undoing him of his cloths, spitting in his hand and massaging his fingers on Dany's anal ring until it relaxed. Aerons shaft was soft and long and always slipped in with relative ease, as if its shape was meant to fit a man's back passage. Aeron would split him for only six strokes or less, at a rapid, burning speed, before unloading in Dany's bowels, smacking his butt and walking away laughing. Then it was Riz' turn. Riz had a shorter dick, but thick, which is why he needed Aerons liquid to enter the exit. Though Aerons weapon felt soft and nice, and Riz' definitely hurt more, Dany preferred Riz. He teared through the ring and made Dany feel full, in a satisfying way. More so, Riz could go on for a long time. So long Dany came to enjoy it, regardless of how he sometimes dreaded it.
Riz would start out rough and uncontrolled, pressing the fat short phallus through the tight ring and stretching the insides to his shape. He, too, would move his hips as if he were a dog, slapping his muscled thighs against Dany's tight buttocks, filling the air with sound like the lids from the kitchens. But after a while, Riz would turn Dany over. His paralyzed legs would be raised in the air, which always freaked Dany out, since he had no control over them. But as soon as Riz re-entered him, Dany would feel a brief happiness in the darkness. It was the only feeling he had down there. Riz would push inside of him causing Dany's lower stomach to tingle. Ultimately, if Riz would continue long enough, Dany flaccid meat spurted out liquid himself, often accompanied by a high-pitched moaning. Dany didn't necessarily want to moan, but he often had no choice. His body was shot to heaven and all he could do was enjoy. And enjoy he did. For as long as Riz was drilling him, he thought of Bo, and the huge, muscular body on top of him, ripping him open for the first time. After Riz had emptied himself inside of Dany, the dream evaporated and Dany was left in the cold darkness again.
