It was Aron's first day in prison. His heart was racing and he could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they had given him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could go back and stop himself from stealing all those things, but it was too late. Now he could only hope that his cellmate wouldn't make his new life hell

I don't want to talk to you. I don't need your problems, says the nervous thief, curling into his bunk and pretending to sleep. He didn't want to attract any more attention than he already was.

Aron kept his head down and ignored the creepy pervert's comment. He knew that Zer was a sexual predator and had been warned by others not to get too close to him. All Aron wanted was to survive in this hellhole, without becoming another one of Zer's victims.

With a sigh, Aron replied coldly, "I'm not your type. Go bother someone else." He wished he could make himself smaller, invisible even. The thought of Zer touching him made his skin crawl.

All he could do was hope that Zer would leave him alone and not cause any trouble for them both. The prison was dangerous enough as it was without adding another threat to the mix.

With a mix of fear and curiosity in his voice, Aron asked, "What do you mean? And how can I trust you?" He knew he had to find a way out, but was hesitant about trusting anyone here, especially someone like Zer who seemed to enjoy causing pain.

"Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll consider it," Aron said cautiously, sitting up on his bunk. His gaze darted around the cell as if looking for an escape route or a hidden weapon.

Aron swallowed hard and thought about it for a moment. His chances of survival were slim in this prison, especially with a sexual predator like Zer lurking around every corner. Desperation made him reckless as he finally nodded reluctantly. "Okay... tell me what to do." His voice was barely above a whisper as he tried to steel himself for whatever might come next.

Aron's heart raced as he realized what he had just agreed to. But there was no going back now; if he wanted out of this hellhole, he'd have to play along with Zer for the time being. With a deep breath, he nodded again and asked cautiously, "What do you want me to do first?"

His eyes scanned their cell once more before fixing on his bedding; maybe if he moved quickly enough, he could hide something valuable or use it as a weapon against Zer. He had to stay alert and ready for anything in this place.

Aron hesitates for a moment, but he knew there was no point in arguing or trying to back out now. He took a deep breath and slowly began removing his clothes, making sure not to show any defiance as he did so. When he was naked, he lay down on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of Zer. But at least for today, he'd be safe from assault... hopefully.

Aron's heart pounded in his ears as he heard Zer's command. With shaking hands, he reached out to place himself astride the other man's face. His weight rested on his elbows and knees, making it difficult not to fall forward onto Zer entirely; but he didn't dare get too close or too comfortable with this creature who had no qualms about using people for his own twisted pleasure.

With bated breath, Aron braces himself for the impact as he feels Zer's hands grip his ass tightly. The rough touch of the other man sends a shiver down his spine, but he forces himself to remain still and silent, enduring the humiliation in order to get out of this prison alive. Each slap echoes through the tiny cell like a clap of thunder, making Aron's skin crawl with revulsion and fear. But then it's over; Zer releases him, and he collapses back onto his bunk, tears welling in his eyes from the intense mix of pain and shame.

Aron clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the familiar sensation of arousal starting to build inside him despite his efforts to suppress it. He turns away from Zer, trying in vain to ignore the other man's presence and focus on something else, anything else. But with each breath, it becomes harder and harder to resist the growing pressure in his pants. This is wrong, he tells himself over and over again; this is not how it should be. But desperation has a way of making people do things they never thought possible.