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Long legs spread across the cell. The man squirmed, his body too numb and mind too scrambled to form any sense of clarity.*Underfoot, the dungeon's chamber was grimy and cold. It smelt of urine and internal fluids.*
Half conscious, the prisoner made a clumsy attempt at standing up, only managing with the assistance of the wall.*His body seemed to remember the blade that sliced along my shoulder down to his lower arm. Pain shot through his body as he pressed his injured arm against the wall, he shifted trying to perceive an intruder through hazy light.
A gruff laugh escaped someone's lips. A male's. "Your actions are punishable, there are worse fates than death. If I were to kill you I'd just be letting you off lightly."
Jasper did the unthinkable and laughed. A sarcastic laugh that indicated he was deliberately indeed mocking the guard.
Infuriated, the guard punched the prisoner. He fell back, grabbing his abdomen. Once he was satisfied, the guard chained the his ankle with a loud click. "Filthy mongrel."
Jasper's bloody face scrunched up into a smile, his dark eyes sharp. "Nice insult," he muttered, his voice surprisingly steady and strong considering the hits and blows he must have taken before getting chained up here. His jaw had a long gash and his lip was all swollen and bruised.
“Come on then, laugh.” The prisoner said, his voice harsh and hoarse like he hadn’t had water for days.*The guard only replied with a smirk.
Jasper wasn’t quite sure what happened at that point, he held*his breath. He was certain the guard*would grapple with him now, throw punches at him and roll over the floor, knocked aside.*He was upon him. Dark locks tickling his face and pricking in his eyes as the brute held his head locked between his hands and forced lips upon lips.*A finger brushed past nipples, a hand slipped between his legs, a finger probed at his sore hole.
Jasper cried out as he was flung onto the wall,*taunted as he lay on top of him. The words were said close to his ear, breath tickling his skin and tongue brushing past the shell.
He didn’t see it coming as the guard shouted at him, rambling and muttering; “Fucking hell, you're a idiot."
He thrust himself into Jasper. Unprepared. The chained boy cried out and tried to relax his muscles - though his hands had formed fists. The guard's hands sought out his and pried the fingers between his own, his teeth scraped the prisoner's neck.
The boy trapped below him tried to push against his chest but really, there wasn’t much Jasper could do to stop him or wrestle him off. He was still too weak. He tried to struggle, to push the guard off of him and laughed when he seemed to enjoy the wiggling of Jasper's body. So instead of trying to push the other man off, he started to move in a similar pace of the thrusts, pushing his hips up and down, twisting them deliciously till the guards curses had turned into moans, and he could feel the sticky semen enter his body below. He grunted and pushed the man to try and push him off of him. The guard stirred, then pushed himself back on his slave and trapped him between his arms and under the weight of his body.
He slumped to the floor and winced at the pain he felt between his legs. He had not prepared him but what should he have expected? He would have to get used to this, least for now.
“It could be much worse.”
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