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The excited roar of the men turns into deafening jeers and boos as they finally notice your tiny dick, shriveling at their scrutiny. You are brought to a cell, the door slamming shut behind you with a deafening clang, locking you in with a dozen or so growling beasts of men.

But there is nowhere to hide in this cell. The men close in around you, their animalistic grins and predatory eyes sealing your fate as they begin to touch and probe at you. They don't seem to care that you have a pussy; all they can see is the small dick they feel so entitled to take. Your pitiful mews for help are ignored, lost amidst their brutal laughter and lewd comments.

"Oh look," one of the bigger men says with a cruel smile, "it's a little kitty that wants to play hard-to-get." He grabs your hips roughly and pulls you towards him, thrusting his engorged member against your pussy. "Time for you to be our prison bitch, huh?"

The other men gather around, their gazes fixed on the violent display before them as he begins to force himself into you. You cry out in pain and fear, but it only seems to fuel their lust. Your body is no longer your own as they take turns using you for their sick pleasure, all while taunting and humiliating you with every brutal thrust.

As you moan and writhe beneath them, their brutal treatment makes your body shudder with sensation. They seem to take delight in the mix of pain and pleasure they're inflicting on you, growling and grunting as they thrust deeper and harder. Some even spank or bite at your ass and thighs, leaving painful welts behind as proof of their dominance. It is clear that these men only view you as a means to an end: relief for their pent-up sexual frustrations. You're nothing more than a toy to them, something to be used up and discarded when they grow bored.

Your cries of pleasure only seem to fuel their brutality further; the men grow even rougher and more demanding as they take what they believe is their right. They yank your hair, pinch your nipples, bite at your neck and shoulders. All you can do now is endure it until they decide they've had enough fun with their new toy...or until someone bigger decides that he wants a turn.

The men laugh cruelly as you plead for mercy, the sound echoing through the cell like an animalistic symphony of dominance and cruelty. They barely seem to register your pain or suffering; all that matters is satisfying their lusts at any cost. Your body is ravaged time and again until finally, spent and bruised, they grow bored enough to leave you alone in the corner...for now. But there will be other times when someone else decides that you're just what they need to make it through another day in this hellhole of a prison.

As the figure approaches with a collar and chastity cage, you muster up enough energy to register fear. But it's too late; your resistance has already proven futile time and again. The newcomer drapes the cold metal collar around your neck, fastening it securely before sliding the chastity cage into place over your tiny, sore cock. Your future in this prison is sealed: you are now someone else's personal sex toy, and there is no escape from their brutal desires.

Chained to that bar, you squirm and whimper in fear as you realize the full extent of your helplessness. The cell is quiet now, but that only serves to heighten your awareness of the ever-present threat lurking within reach. You shiver uncontrollably, your small body trembling from exhaustion and fright as you await whatever new torment awaits you with the dawn.

Your fitful slumber is interrupted by the harsh sound of keys jangling at the cell door. Groggily, you open your eyes to see one of the guards entering, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he looks down upon you with lust-filled eyes. "Time for your new master," he says maliciously, gesturing towards the exit. You swallow hard and climb unsteadily to your feet, waiting for whatever fresh hell this change in ownership will bring.

The guard leads you through the labyrinthine prison corridors, eventually arriving at a cell where another man sits languidly on his bunk, idly running fingers through his unruly beard. "This is your new owner, Jason," the guard informs you before unlocking the cell and shoving you roughly inside. "Take good care of him, huh?" he says with a chuckle before sl

Jason eyes you hungrily as you cower before him, taking in your tiny form with lustful intent. He grins menacingly, revealing crooked teeth stained yellow from tobacco and alcohol abuse. "Awww, what do we have here?" he drawls in a rough voice. "Looks like some fresh meat just for me." His thick fingers curl into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening as he contemplates his next move.

The other men in the cell shuffle closer, crowding around you like vultures anticipating their next meal. Their predatory gazes crawl over your fragile body, assessing its value and worth to them. Your fate has been sealed yet again; there is no escape from this cruel reality. You can only hope that Jason's desires will be satisfied quickly so that someone else doesn't decide they want a turn.

Jason lets out a cruel laugh as he watches your body shake with fear and trepidation. "Don't worry," he says softly, the amusement still evident in his voice, "I haven't forgotten about my new toy." With a quick motion, he unsnaps the chastity cage from around your tiny cock, freeing you at last. Your little member springs out with a pathetic mew, already hardening with anticipation.

With a satisfied grunt, Jason bends down and roughly pulls you into his lap. His thick fingers grip your hips firmly as he forces himself inside, stretching you more than ever before. You cry out in pain and surprise as he impales you, pushing deeper with each brutal thrust. The other men cheer him on, their encouragement only serving to fuel his lust for dominance and power over another living creature.