Darius marched with the other prisoners, his chains rattling as he walked. They marched in their grim, solemn line wearing their brown rags to serve their sentences in Raven's Valley, one of the king's many prisons. The prison consisted of an old, small castle with rows of wooden bunkhouses in back surrounded by a palisade. Nearby was a quarry where the prisoners were to sweat their sins away.
The main body of the castle formed an L-shape with a large, square tower. Tucked into the bend of the 'L' was a courtyard surrounded by pillars. As Darius was led down the side of the courtyard, he peered into the middle. In the center of the courtyard was a heavy, wooden chair. A dwarf, his body stunted and dis-proportioned, was standing on the arms of the chair, a foot on each arm. This put his crotch perfectly in line with the face of the man sitting in the chair. Darius could see the dwarf's cock protruding from his pants, and he was ramming it mercilessly down the man's throat. The man was buck naked, his wrists and ankles strapped firmly to the chair. As the dwarf fucked his face, he looked down at the passing prisoners. Darius caught his eye. The enjoyment he was getting from violating that man was chilling. More chilling still, a dozen guards had gathered to watch the spectacle. The dwarf gave him a smarmy smile, and Darius averted his gaze.
Of course, a man lying with another man was not tolerated in the kingdom. It was something Darius had done in secret with nameless men in hidden places. But once you were in a prison, no one really cared what you did, or what the guards did to you. 'Because you deserve it', people would say. Still, despite all the rumors he'd heard, seeing such a blatant display of abuse unnerved Darius.
They were led through a small, heavy door into the castle. It brought them immediately to a square, stone room. They were lined up once inside and their chains were removed. There were three fully outfitted guards, who looked like they were about to go to war, standing behind them. In front of them was a long table, which had some papers on one end, and a guard who wore a simple short sword.
"Strip," ordered the guard in front of them.
None of the men dared hesitate for a second. They immediately shed their clothes and dropped them in a large sack that was brought around. Instinctively, and to shield themselves from the cold, the prisoners covered their genitals with their hands.
"Hands behind your backs, gentlemen," the guard called. "Let's not pretend you have anything to see."
The men did as they were told, exposing themselves fully to him. He then paced in front of them, moving up and down their line. He told them how things worked in prison, what the rules were, what the punishments were. He did not, however, say anything about getting face-fucked by a dwarf in the courtyard. Darius was sure there was a lot more to this place then the official speech let on.
When the man was done with his speech, he walked up to Darius, who was at the end of the line.
"Name," the man ordered.
