For the next week, Connor did, indeed, use Darius as he wanted. He used Darius's relatively private cell to trade contraband, gamble, and beat-up his enemies of which he had many. When he wasn't doing those things, he was pushing his cock down Darius's throat. Darius also got to know the two men that always accompanied Connor. The pale, emaciated man was nicknamed Hammer, owing to the enormous rod that hung heavily between his legs. The stocky, muscular man was called Stump. Most people thought this name came from his build, but Darius learned very quickly that he had a short, thick cock. A week after his first day, Darius and Hammer were in his cell alone.
Darius breathed in the musty smell of his old blanket as he was tied to his own bed. The person doing the tying was Hammer, who was using his own shirt and pants to bind his wrists to the bed frame. Darius was bent over the foot of the bed, his bare ass exposed to the hallway through the bars of his cell. Fortunately, no one was out there, so he was spared that embarrassment, at least. Hammer used Darius's clothes to tie his knees to the legs of the bed, spreading them as far as possible. Darius was now trapped in this bent over position, his ass free for the taking. Hammer stood over him working up his cock.
"How many times has Stump had you so far?" he asked.
"Three, sir," Darius answered.
Stump was, in fact, the only one of them that had actually fucked him, since Connor preferred to use his mouth. Despite Stump's lacking size, it still hurt, so Darius grabbed the bed frame he was tied to, bracing himself for Hammer's massive cock.
Hammer moved around the back of him, then knelt and, without any warning, started pushing his way inside. It came slowly but steadily, and Darius was soon breathing hard and sweating. Once he was all the way in, Hammer stopped to savor the moment, then he slowly pulled all the way out and went all the way back in. Then he started pumping. He was slow at first, but as time went on he went faster and faster. He grabbed Darius's hips and started slamming into him. The pain sent tears down Darius's face, and Hammer started breathing hard, even letting off some soft grunts.
"Stop," a voice boomed behind them.
Hammer stopped pumping, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto Darius's back.
"I'm almost..." Hammer started saying.
"Stand up," the voice commanded.
Darius looked back to see the dwarf he'd seen his first day along with two guards that towered over him. Hammer did as he was told, standing up and facing the short man. His huge cock was fully erect and pointing directly at the dwarf's face. It twitched a couple times and a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip and onto the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" the dwarf asked.
Hammer was standing up straight with his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at ease.
"We were just fucking, sir," Hammer replied.
The dwarf slapped Hammer's cock hard sending it off to one side. He was still so hard that it came right back to the center.
"That's against the rules. Don't you know that?"
"Yes, sir."
The dwarf glanced back at the guards with him and said, "Boys, I think this young man needs a visit to the doctor."
