Roughly a week later.

Bobby grunted. The Hispanic boss himself was humping him roughly, his moderately-sized cock sawing in and out of his relatively tight hole.

Damien had broken him in roughly and with this **** in mind. The older Latino treated him roughly, his balls slapping his cheeks as he was taken again and again. Over the past week, he had served the boss three times and his lieutenants roughly once apiece. The boss fucked him every other day. The day in-between was to recharge, Bobby was sure.

The cell door was open, the guards had been leaving it open all week, in preparation for the Hispanic boss to come fuck his prize. They didn’t do it for free though, they used Bobby’s mouth when they had privacy and felt like it.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the doorway and Bobby tensed. Had the boss brought his lieutenants? Bobby was certain he didn’t want to be fucked multiple times tonight.

The boss climaxed, his load shooting deep inside Bobby’s back door when suddenly the boss stiffened on top of him.

Bobby felt the boss being pushed into him repeatedly, rapidly, over and over. He felt a warmth spread onto his sides and onto the bed.

Shaking, Bobby reached down and dabbed at the liquid warmth with his hand. It came back bloody.

Still shaking, Bobby whimpered as the heavy body of the boss was pulled off of him, his still hard cock forcibly removed from his hole as it was tossed aside next to the bed.

Charlie peered down at him. His one-eyed and scarred face almost softening as he looked at a naked Bobby. Bobby had been completely shaven and even to himself, he had to admit he looked like a sexy twink.

“My poor boy. I was supposed to be the one to break you in. But I guess we can still continue where we left off. It’ll be an hour or two before the guards come back. Plenty of time for us to...bond. I want your tight hole so bad boy. I’ve been dreaming about it.”

Charlie unzipped himself and pulled his thick 8” cock out. It was already hard.

Leaning forward, he pressed himself on top of Bobby and slid his cock in.

“Aaah. It’s like I’ve come home. You’ll come to accept me boy. Your ass will only be taking my cock from here on. Though it feels like you’re lubed up. Not a bad feeling, though I prefer dry.”

Bobby wrapped his legs around Charlie and began humping him back.

“That’s it boy. Take my cock. You already love it. C’mere, give me some sugar.”

Bobby kisses Charlie. Passionately and with vigor, his tongue reaching the deepest parts of Charlie’s as his ass milked the large cock inside it.

Charlie felt right. Not only had he handled his issue with that upstart cunt that hard injured him, but now his cock was being massaged by a willing ass. Maybe he would allow his prison bitch to lube himself. This was a type of fun he wasn’t used to.

When Charlie broke the kiss, Bobby was ready.

“Sorry baby,” Bobby whispered.

Charlie felt Bobby wrap his arms around his neck.

“I belong to Damien.”

Too late, Charlie realized that the feeling around his neck wasn’t Bobby’s arms, but a sheet. It had been tied into a type of lasso and had been hanging down alongside the wall from the top bunk.

As Bobby mentioned Damien, Charlie felt the sheer snap taut, and his head hit the wall with an audible crack.

Shifting his head he half turned it to look towards the outer part of the cell, where Damien was standing, holding the sheet tight, muscles bulging.

There was no anger on Damien’s face, on strain from keeping the rope tight, keeping Charlie’s head cradled between the bottom of the top bunk and the wall.

Charlie used his own muscle to pull on the sheet around his neck, his fingers finding purchase between his neck and the sheet as he fought to get air and break free.

The bed was bolted to the floor and wasn’t going anywhere. His only chance was to either tear the sheet, a near impossibility with just his fingers even as strong as he was, or pull it loose enough that he could loosen it around his neck so he could slip his head out. He had two fingers in so far. He needed more.

Damien watched him and knew as well what the options for Charlie were.

Unfortunately for Charlie, this was Damien’s plan.

“Goodbye Charlie.” Damien turned around, forcing his hands holding the sheet to pull his handled portion of the sheet over his shoulder.

Then he dropped. Damien kicked his legs out and dropped onto his ass, his hands keeping a steel grip on the braided sheet. As his butt hit the concrete floor, he heard a loud crack come from Charlie’s neck.

The extra **** from Damien’s drop had snapped Charlie’s neck into an impossible angle, sandwiched between the wall and the top bunk as his head had been.

So now, Damien had the body of the Hispanic gang, shanked on his cell floor, his blood covering the bed, and then he had the body of Charlie face down on that same bed, his neck broken, but otherwise no scar on him. Oh, and both had their cocks hanging out.

Luckily, Damien had a plan for this too, although it would have been easier if it had been a lieutenant that had been fucking Bobby tonight.