It was Aron's first day in prison. He could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they gave him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could steal all those things, but it was too late. Now all he could focus on was dominating his cellmate. Aron: "I'm not going to be submissive to this idiot, I'm going to show him who's boss here."

Aron glares at his cellmate. "I don't have to tell you anything." He mutters arrogantly. Then, remembering that he needs all the allies he can get if he wants to get out of here faster, he decides to relent slightly. "But I suppose you should know something: my name is Aron. And I didn't steal nearly as much as this jail's cellbait." He gestures dismissively at his cellmate, whose jumpsuit doesn't fit quite as well as his own.

Aron's face turns red with anger as he hisses, "I belong to no one but myself!" He shoves his cellmate roughly, leaving him off-balance on the narrow bed. "You're gonna learn your place real quick if you keep talking like that."

Aron's eyes water with pain as he reels back from the slap. He clenches his fists, his face contorting in anger and humiliation. "You dare touch me?" he spits through gritted teeth, ready to lunge at his cellmate before caution takes hold. A sudden realization hits him: if he wants out of here fast, he can't keep getting into fights with other inmates. He forces himself to relax, trying not to make any more confrontational movements.

Gasping for air, Aron struggles against the chokehold. His face turns purple and his vision begins to blur. He feels like he's about to pass out... no, not yet! With every ounce of strength left in him, he lashes out wildly, managing to connect with his cellmate's kneecap before blacking out completely.

When Aron regains consciousness, he realizes that his cellmate must have released the chokehold at some point, because he can breathe again. Cautiously, he sits up and rubs his throbbing neck, glaring venomously at the other inmate. "Alright... you win this round." He says through gritted teeth, unwilling to admit defeat but acknowledging the necessity of calmness for now.

Panting heavily from the exertion, Aron struggles against his cellmate's hold. He can feel tears of frustration and anger welling up in his eyes as he realizes that once again, he has lost this round. With a defeated sigh, he finally relents and nods stiffly. "Fine... I'll obey."

His cellmate releases him from the chokehold and binds his wrists behind his back with some flex-cuffs he had hidden in the bedding. Aron glares up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at his defeated opponent for even a moment longer. He tries to figure out how long it'll be before their guard comes by, and how he can get away from this idiot and make himself useful...

With another defeated sigh, Aron glances down at the floor before looking back up at his cellmate with a forced expression of resignation. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" He asks bitterly, his voice laced with anger and humiliation.

His cellmate just smirks in response, and Aron feels his anger building once again as he tries not to give the other inmate the satisfaction of seeing it. But for now, he knows that resistance is futile; he needs to focus on finding a way out of this hellhole as quickly as possible.

With a mix of shame and defiance, Aron looks down at his exposed crotch with narrowed eyes as he grinds his teeth. "Shut up," he growls through clenched teeth, refusing to acknowledge the truth in the other inmate's words. "And why shouldn't I wear panties? You think you're so tough?" He snarls, trying to regain some of his lost dignity by challenging the other prisoner's masculinity.

Despite his efforts, he can feel his face burning red with embarrassment at being exposed in this way. It only serves to fuel his anger and bitterness further as he continues to curse his fate and plot revenge against those who put him here.

Aron clenches his jaw and refuses to let the other inmate's words get to him. Instead, he focuses on the small gap between their cell bars and begins plotting how he might be able to slip through it and escape. He glances over at his now naked lower half, realizing that his panties were confiscated along with everything else when he was brought in; a part of him wishes he could cover himself up again.

Determined not to show any weakness or vulnerability, Aron lifts his chin defiantly and growls at his cellmate. "You can't have me," he spits venomously, "no matter how much you think you own me." His blue eyes glint with fury as he braces himself for whatever new form of humiliation or torment is about to be inflicted upon him by this brute who now controls his life within these bars.

Gritting his teeth against the stinging pain of the slap, Aron clenches his fists and struggles to maintain his composure. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he feels the hot anger surging through him again, threatening to boil over and consume him completely. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain some measure of control, before speaking through gritted teeth once more. "I'm not your property," he snarls, refusing to admit that this bully has any sort of dominion over him whatsoever, "and I will never be."

Aron's vision blurs with tears of rage as he feels the slap rock his head backward. His cheek throbs with pain, but it only serves to fuel his anger further. "I said I'm not yours!" He shouts hoarsely through gritted teeth, struggling against the restraints holding his wrists behind his back as he tries futilely to reach out and retaliate. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as adrenaline surges through him, making every inch of his body tingle with fury.

For a moment, he considers trying to rush the other inmate again; perhaps if he could get past him and reach one of the guards... but then reality sets back in. The pain from his wounds reminds him that such an attempt would likely end even worse than it already has. Slowly, reluctantly, Aron forces himself to submit once more, hoping against hope that this time will be the last before he's able to find some means of escape.

With tears streaming down his face and saliva dripping onto the cold concrete floor, Aron struggles to catch his breath as he gazes up at his cellmate through a red haze of anger and humiliation. His shoulders heave with ragged sobs that he tries in vain to muffle against the filthy mattress beneath him, but the pain and shame are too overwhelming to contain.

After several long moments of struggle, Aron finally gives up and nods weakly, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "Yes... I'll be good," he whispers, hating himself even as the words escape from between his lips. His defeated expression betrays the desperation within him; he knows that submitting to this brute is his only hope of surviving in this hellhole until he can find a way out.

The tension slowly drains from Aron's body, replaced by a weary resignation as he settles into his demeaning position on the floor, waiting for whatever new torment his cellmate has planned for him next.

Aron's lips curl into a sneer as he spits on the floor. "I'm not your bitch," he growls through gritted teeth, refusing to admit defeat even now. He glances around their cell, looking for anything he could use as a weapon or means of escape; but there is nothing within reach that wouldn't be easily snatched away by his larger, stronger cellmate.

With a defeated sigh, Aron lowers his head and whispers hoarsely, "Fine... yes." He winces inwardly at the word, hating himself even more for saying it. But he knows that giving in, however bitterly, is better than facing the consequences of defiance. Perhaps if he plays along for now, he can find an opportunity to escape later on...

Aron glares up at his cellmate, clenching his fists even as they remain uselessly bound behind his back. "I said... yes," he growls through gritted teeth, forcing the word out like a piece of poisoned meat. His chest heaves with each ragged breath as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control over himself and his emotions; to not snap and lunge at this other inmate again, even though he knows it would only end badly for him.

His gaze flickers momentarily to the gap between the bars, considering once more how feasible an escape might be... but with his hands tied and his body weakened from the earlier fight, he decides against trying anything rash just yet. For now, he must play along with this brute's twisted game; bide his time until an opportunity arises to take back what little freedom he has left.

The guards should be coming by soon... if he can just last that long without provoking this monster any further, he might have a chance to make them understand the truth about who he is and why he doesn't belong here. He steels himself for whatever new torment his cellmate may choose to inflict upon him while they wait.

Aron glares at the other inmate, his expression tight with fury and humiliation. "Yes," he hisses through gritted teeth, "I'm your little bitch. Now what do you want me to do?" He says this last part almost as an afterthought, knowing that arguing further would be pointless. His eyes dart nervously around the cell as he tries to steel himself for whatever new task or punishment may await him under this monster's twisted command.

Time seems to drag by as they wait for something - anything - to happen outside their cell, but nothing comes. The silence grows oppressive and tense, broken only by the sound of laboured breathing and ragged sobs from Aron. He can feel his sanity beginning to slip away with each passing moment, like grains of sand trickling through an hourglass...

Aron's entire body goes rigid at the other inmate's words. He feels a mixture of horror and revulsion course through him as he realizes what his cellmate intends to do. Tears sting the corners of his eyes, and he struggles against his restraints even more desperately, but it's no use; they hold fast. With a broken, choked noise that is halfway between a sob and a scream, Aron finally submits to his darkest fear, spreading his legs and bracing himself for the inevitable invasion of his most private space.

"No," he whispers hoarsely, almost to himself as much as anyone else. "Not this... please..." But it's clear from the predatory grin on his cellmate's face that there is no mercy to be found here; Aron has become nothing more than a vessel for this monster's depravity. With shaking hands and tear-filled eyes, he prepares himself for the violation about to be inflicted upon him, wondering how much worse it could possibly get from here...

Aron's eyes widen in disgust as he feels the cold, hard length of his cellmate's cock slapped against his face. He turns his head aside, gagging at the unnatural sensation and the musky scent that assails his nostrils. Tears stream down his cheeks as he struggles to breathe through his mouth, willing himself not to vomit or faint from the humiliation.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely, "please don't make me..." His voice trails off into a whimper as he realizes that there is no escape; nothing left for him but to endure this twisted game until his captor grows tired or someone comes to put an end to it. He steels himself once more, trying not to think about what might happen next and focusing on maintaining some shred of dignity despite the unimaginable torments being inflicted upon him.

Aron feels his stomach churn as he is forced to look at the massive length of flesh before him. Tears stream down his cheeks unchecked, and he can feel himself growing lightheaded from the overwhelming shame and revulsion. He clenches his jaw tightly and shakes his head, trying in vain to banish the image from his mind and focus on some distant thought that doesn't involve this monster or the brutality being inflicted upon him.

But even as he struggles against the darkness threatening to engulf him, a part of him knows that there is no escape; only submission, humiliation... and maybe, if he plays his cards right, an opportunity for vengeance somewhere down the line. With a shuddering breath, Aron forces himself to accept his fate once more and braces himself for what comes next.

Aron gasps as the cold, slick oil coats every inch of his skin, leaving him shivering with revulsion. He tries to wipe it away with his hands but only succeeds in smearing it further across his body, trapping him under a layer of filth that feels even worse than the physical pain inflicted upon him. Tears well up in his eyes once more as he struggles not to break down completely, focusing instead on finding some tiny morsel of strength within himself with which to fight back against this nightmare.

But for now, there is nothing; no escape and no hope. All that remains is to endure the monster's twisted game until an opportunity arises... or someone comes to put him out of his misery. He shudders violently, wishing with all his heart that the latter option would present itself soon.

Aron screams as his cellmate's cock breaches every barrier and violates him in the most intimate way possible. Tears stream unchecked down his face, mingling with snot and saliva as he writhes helplessly on the floor, unable to escape the brutality that has become his existence. The pain is intense, like nothing he's ever felt before; yet it only serves to reinforce the shame and degradation coursing through him.

His vision blurs with tears, but even as darkness begins to encroach at the edges of his sight, he manages a brief glimpse at his cellmate. A hot surge of anger floods through him; fury at being made into this monster's plaything and determination not to let himself be broken by such unspeakable brutality. In that moment, he swears vengeance upon the other inmate... vengeance for every drop of blood spilled, every tear shed, every scream torn from his throat.

But for now, there is only agony and humiliation. With a shuddering breath, Aron grits his teeth and endures the unimaginable pain... waiting for the moment when he might finally find some means of escape or justice.

Aron's entire body tenses as his cellmate begins thrusting into him with savage force. Each stroke sends waves of fresh agony through every inch of his being, and he feels the skin of his ass tear with every rough impact. Tears flow freely down his face once more, mingling with sweat and blood from the wounds inflicted by the other inmate.

But even as he endures this unspeakable torment, Aron refuses to surrender; a small spark of defiance burning brightly within him despite the overwhelming darkness. He tries to focus on that flame, using it to fuel his determination not only to survive but also to escape from this hellhole and bring his captor down with him. One breath at a time, one thrust at a time, he struggles against the inevitable hopelessness threatening to consume him...

Aron's whole body jerks as a new wave of pain washes over him with each thrust. Tears stream down his face, mixing with sweat and blood from the wounds inflicted by his cellmate. Despite the agony and humiliation, he manages to grit his teeth and focus on that tiny spark of defiance still burning within him. He refuses to give in; refuses to become nothing more than a plaything for this monster. With every fiber of his being, he fights back against the darkness and despair trying to consume him.

A strangled cry escapes from his lips as the other inmate yanks his hair back, exposing his neck to the brutal onslaught. Agony radiates through him with every thrust, but still he does not break; the fury and determination burning inside him refusing to allow him to give up. Blood mingles with sweat and tears streaming down his face, making it difficult for him to see straight. He blurs together with the pain, focused solely on surviving this ordeal and getting revenge upon those who have wronged him.

One breath at a time, one thrust at a time, Aron endures the torment inflicted upon him; refusing to be broken by the monster that has claimed him as his own. His chest heaves with every ragged gasp, echoing through the cell like a haunting plea for help that will never come. But even now, in the depths of his despair, Aron refuses to give up hope; clinging desperately to the belief that one day soon, he'll be free from this nightmare and able to make those responsible pay for what they've done.

Aron winces at the thought of his cellmate's cum covering his face, but he doesn't reply. He can only focus on surviving this ordeal and waiting for an opportunity to escape or strike back against whoever is responsible for putting him through such unimaginable suffering. Tears flow freely down his cheeks, mingling with the blood trickling from his torn flesh as he endures yet another agonizing thrust. His whole body trembles with exhaustion and pain, but still he fights on; determined to emerge from this nightmare alive and unbroken.

Aron arches his back in pain as the other inmate slaps his ass with brutal force, each blow intensifying the agony radiating through him. His teeth grit together, and he tastes blood in the back of his mouth from biting down so hard against the scream that threatens to escape from his throat. Tears streak down his face unchecked as he fights against the darkness threatening to engulf him; refusing to give in no matter how much it hurts or how hopeless things seem. He focuses on the flame burning inside, using it as a beacon of hope that keeps him going when everything else tells him to give up.