*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.
On some days, other Guards would come too, but Dany didn't know their names or faces. He did start to recognize some shapes of their organs. There was a long, curved one that always forced himself in his mouth and emptied in there too. There was a thick, crooked one that pounded so hard, Dany often thought he could feel his legs again. There was a really big one, thick and long, that loved to bend Dany double and stroke all the way inside, as if it reached for Dany's stomach. And there was a tiny one with a lot of skin that sometimes entered his mouth and asshole before leaving without ever letting liquid go.
Dany was used to his mourning routines and as time passed, which it seemed to do in spite of the dark, he came to like them. They were all he had to feel useful in the world. But it too became repetitive. None of the bodies that entered, enjoyed and finished inside of him, nurtured and kissed him the way Bo had. Dany was saddened that release for the men in the dungeon meant little passion and mostly the act of release itself. He often wondered if he had been assigned this duty if his legs were still working, but he tried not to think about that. He tried not to think at all. For if he did, he would miss Bo and then regret missing the man who ruined his life, and then remain angry until the prisoners returned from their shift.
But every day was the same, also in the evenings. And in the evenings, he would come. The prisoner whom got a free pass from the other guards simply to make Dany his every night. His body was huge, and rock hard. Strong, broad breast plates, rippled abs and huge arms to drown in. His dick was impressive, warm and thick too. He would open Dany with his pole for all the other prisoners to hear, until moans from all the rooms would signify the collective enjoyment with men satisfying themselves over Dany being taken. It took several times before Dany could place the scent. It was a slightly gross, musky smell. He smelled it when the liquid dropped on his face and lips the very first night he stayed in the dungeon and recognized its odor. But he couldn't remember where he recognized it from. The next day the liquid shot over his back and ass, dripping down the crack it was conjured in. And the day after that it shot over his stomach. Still, Dany couldn't place it. By the fourth night it was pushed down Dany's throat and he swallowed it all, smelling the drips that his lips left on the shaft and in the hairs around it. It was the smell of seed he had smelled that night in the Princess' room. The smell of the liquid that shot on the floor after he had conquered the hole behind it. The man who had taken him every day since he was here, was The Captain.
Dany had come to terms with the nightly visits. He had taken The Captain in the Princess chambers, and thus The Captain was allowed to take him now, he reasoned. The Judges obviously hadn't sentenced him to Death, and thus justice relegated them to this same place. Except The Captain was strong and fierce as ever, whereas Dany had lost everything he had. So every night, Dany would relax and suffer through the burning pain the morning's acts had left on his worn out hole. He took The Captains shaft and let it spear through his lower body, relentlessly and indifferent to whatever was in the way. Dany screamed, often, but despite himself. It wasn't the pain that made him burden his vocal chords, but the relentless pleasure that took everything he knew about himself. Serving the Guard of Queens, training all his life, even living a quiet youth with his father in Kundor, nothing felt as close to his true self as feeling the Captains cock ravishing his lower body. It was the best combinations of all the other guards; the full feeling of Riz and the long, softness of Aeron. Nothing indicated that The Captain wanted him to enjoy his visits, it was revenge surely, but he did anyway. It helped that such a respected, powerful man as The Captain was perhaps unconsciously also finding pleasure in taking a nobody like him. After all, that bungling piece of meat wouldn't stiffen everyday out of pure hatred, Dany was sure.
