"Daryl."
The silence stretched thick and tense after this simple spoken word. Negan was grinning down at Daryl, there, in the little bedroom that could be his, in a disbelieving and unhappy sort of way. Dwight had piped up with some threat, some urgency, but Negan had quickly silenced the man, eyes never leaving Daryl's swollen face.
"It's cool, D." Negan purred. "He made his choice. Ain't my problem if he made a dumbass choice." Daryl just stood, tense, waiting for what would come next. Negan rested Lucille against one shoulder, letting out a shaky breath that was nearly a laugh, still eyeing up Daryl's quietly defiant gaze. Then, quick as lightning, he lashed out with a fist to Daryl's face. Daryl could hear him laughing quietly while he recovered, doubled over and disoriented, hand going up to feel at the bit of blood now coming from his nose. "Well!" He barked after a moment, and gestured to the bed. "Hold him down, over the bed, D." Dwight looked perplexed, colour draining from his face. "Ass up, pants down." Negan instructed, grinning. Dwight hesitated, standing awkwardly in the small room. Negan just raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the skinny man. Dwight's jaw was working back and forth, and he seemed to be trying to sputter out some words.
"Is there a fucking problem, D?" Negan asked, flinty eyes trained on the man.
"N-No, I just, I thought, I mean, is this really the best-" Dwight stopped mid-sentence as Negan pointed Lucille in his direction, quirking an eyebrow.
"I-I-I-I...!" Negan mocked, bursting out in a bit of laughter. "I'm pretty sure that I didn't fucking stutter." He growled, taking a threatening step towards Dwight. "You're right though, D. It doesn't have to be Daryl. You wanna take his place?" Dwight was sweating visibly, and shook his head in a curt 'no'. "Or..." he whispered, leaning in. "We could go get Sherry, bring her in here." He grinned maliciously down at Dwight. "It'd be like old times. Well, sort of. At least you'd get to watch." Dwight was turning a peculiar shade of red, not speaking, before reaching out to roughly grab Daryl and throw him towards the bed.
Daryl stumbled, body still weak and screaming in pain from being confined in that concrete hell for however long it had been. The beating hasn't helped, either. Dwight was on him again before he could rebalance, shoving his head down into the soft blankets, one hand twisted painfully into his hair while the other grabbed the cloth of his pants, pulling down, revealing his bare ass to the chill air. Daryl couldn't see much as Negan motioned with Lucille for Dwight to move up onto the bed. "Hold his arms." He instructed, and Dwight obliged, the small bed creaking as he moved onto it, pressing down roughly on Daryl's shoulders and head.
Daryl could feel Negan's presence at his back, even though he couldn't see much. Negan was leaning back, admiring the view. He gave a low whistle. "Damn." he said, "You do not fail to disappoint, do ya Daryl?" He laughed. "That is your name, isn't it?" He moved forward, placing a rough hand on one of Daryl's ass cheeks, causing him to stiffen uncomfortably. That reaction just made him laugh more, hand rearing up to roughly slap Daryl's ass, the sound of it reverberating in the small room. Negan leaned out again, suddenly kicking at each of Daryl's legs with his black cowboy boots, forcibly widening Daryl's stance and causing him to sink further into the bedsheets. Daryl could feel Dwight trembling above him, from where he held Daryl's arms in a vice, eyes focused intensely to the side, not daring to look up at Negan.
A gentle bite of cold metal brought Daryl back to the moment, as Negan playfully tapped his ass with Lucille. A silent promise of what could be if he fought back. As Daryl listen to the metal sound of Negan unbuckling his belt, he seriously considered lashing out, kicking, struggling, maybe getting in some good licks before Lucille ended him, like she had Glenn, and Abraham. Hot tears stung the corners of Daryl's eyes as memory assaulted him. My fault. His mind echoed endlessly. My fault. The notion of fighting left him at that, a small deeply buried part of him wanting the punishment, the torture, because deep down he knew he deserved it.
Negan's pants were off and thrown carelessly to one side. He held his belt in one hand still, Lucille resting against the small chair, watching with a front row seat to what was about to happen. Negan motioned with one hand, "D, gimmie his hands." And D obliged, pinning Daryl's arms behind his back while Negan looped the belt around them, cinching it tight and tying it in place. Dwight was looking longingly at the door, but Negan just shook his head, looking amused. "You can hold him in place while I have some fun." He explained, "Or, y'know, maybe get your dick sucked a little." His grin widened as Dwight broke out in a sweat, jaw working furiously. "Oh..." He said with mock understanding. "Oh, too soon? I know you said you were fine down there," he looked pointedly at Dwight's crotch, "But I guess you're not keen on getting close to another dude's teeth anytime soon, huh?" Negan threw back his head and barked a laugh, eyes twinkling. "That's fair man. Can't blame you." His eyes focused again on Daryl's bare ass before him, face turning hungry and predatory. "Then hold him still." Dwight's hands gripped painfully tight on Daryl's shoulders, arms twisted back in their belt-bindings, helpless.
Negan moved forward, warm skin brushing Daryl's pale coldness, causing him to tense like a rabbit in a trap as Negan's half-hard cock slid playfully up and down Daryl's ass. Negan let out an appreciative sigh, working his cock up and down the smooth skin as it grew, until it was fully erect and pulsing. Daryl's eyes squeezed shut, straining subconsciously against his bindings. The man's cock was huge, or so it seemed from Daryl's position. Negan spit suddenly, aiming for Daryl's hole, saliva dripping down as he worked it into the hole with the head of his cock. He adjusted his position, one hand on his cock and the other gripping a cheek painfully tight, as he leaned forward and down, guiding the tip into Daryl's entrance. It seemed an impossible thing, the fat head of Negan's cock pressing painfully into his ass, sharp pain lancing through Daryl's entire body. After all the beatings, the hunger, the abuse, Daryl had not expected this level of pain from something so, relatively, small. He let out a muffled groan as Negan pressed forward, merciless, until the tip of his cock pushed through and inside him. The pain was unbelievable. Daryl just ground his teeth, determined to remain silent.
"Shit..." Negan breathed heavily from behind him. "Fuck you're tight. Here I thought you and Rick had been gettin' it on. Guess I was wrong." He let out a shaky laugh, then rammed forward without warning. Daryl felt like he'd been split in two as Negan's cock rammed home, buried deep inside him, and felt the trickle of hot blood leaking out of him, providing some much needed lubrication. Still, Daryl remained silent, teeth nearly cracking with the force of his clenched jaw. Negan twisted a hand into his stringy hair, wrenching his face up and out of the bedsheets. Daryl looked up at Dwight, who was half heartedly holding his shoulders still, face ash grey, mouth hanging open in silent horror. Negan leaned in from behind to whisper in Daryl's ear. "Isn't it fun, being your own person?" He chuckled, "Usually I use a hand to jerk myself off. But you said your name was Daryl, didn't you?" He shoved Daryl forward roughly before beginning to move.
It was agony. Daryl would've taken a hundred beatings over this, any day. Negan pounded him mercilessly, a rough, fleshy, slapping sound filling the silent room. He kept pace, a dull whap-whap-whap, fucking Daryl's ass with a practiced precision. The pain was hot and all encompassing, sharply immediate in Daryl's ass, but somehow spreading outwards to incorporate his entire body. Dwight's hands clutched his shoulders in an almost reflexive obedience, eyes wide and staring out at nothing, refusing to accept the scene he was unwillingly a part of. Negan's hands dug painfully into Daryl's ass cheeks, using them as leverage to better slam into him, muscled arms bunching as he pulled Daryl backwards to meet each thrust even more painfully. The tempo increased suddenly, Negan pistoning into him like an animal, a small pained groan escaping Daryl's lips, but it was easily drowned out by the wet noises of Negan fucking him. Shamefully, he could feel his cock twitching, somehow responding to this depravity no matter how much Daryl willed it not to. It began to grow and harden, pressing painfully into the wood frame of the bed, until Daryl moved slightly, pushing up against Negan, trying to relieve the pressure of his growing cock.
Negan noticed the movement, slowing his pace, eyebrows raising from where he panted behind Daryl, eyes trailing down to where Daryl's cock was pressing into the bed. He allowed Daryl to move up a little, his hard cock pressing much more comfortably into the sheets. "Mmm..." Negan breathed, "You like this, huh?" He gave an experimental thrust forward. "You like being my fuck toy, Daryl?" He gave a few more thrusts before snaking a hand down to grab at Daryl's cock. This made Daryl stiffen even more than the fucking, twisting ineffectively, trying to get himself away from Negan's rough hands. Negan began stroking him slightly, unable to stroke very fast because of the angle. The sensation mingled nauseatingly with the pain of having Negan's thick cock still buried deep. "Maybe I'll just keep you like this." Negan whispered, "Tied up in that cell, ready to get fucked whenever I get tired of D's super hot wife. Sorry, ex-wife." His eyes flicked up to Dwight's face, but the man was still staring pointedly off into the distance, not wanting to be any more partner to this than he absolutely had to. Negan seemed satisfied enough to let him pretend he wasn't here, instead focusing back on Daryl. "That sounds fun, doesn't it?" He released his hold on Daryl's cock, Daryl silently thankful as the pressure of an orgasm had begun sickly building deep in his belly.
Negan seemed about ready to finish up as he began pounding away at Daryl's ass once more, not holding anything back as he fucked the smaller man, hips moving rhythmically, faster, faster, until he was groaning loudly, spilling himself into Daryl's bloody hole, his hot seed squeezing out and dripping down Daryl's legs, onto the pretty bedsheets. This could all be yours. Negan's promise echoed in Daryl's mind, and he wondered again at the wisdom of not giving into this man, of holding onto pride in such a hopeless situation. Negan twitched out the last of his orgasm, shaking playfully before withdrawing, more blood and cum spilling out behind him. Negan let out another wad of spit, just for fun, hitting Daryl's ass and laughing, wiping the mix of fluids off his cock sloppily onto one cheek before standing and replacing his pants. Daryl shook and trembled on the bed, the pain was gone but it had been replaced with something unnameable, some silent shame that shook Daryl to the core in such an unexpected way. Negan removed his belt from Daryl's arms, tenderly, almost loving, causing a further stir of confusing emotion in Daryl as the painful pressure was alleviated. Almost immediately after being released, Daryl's arms shot down to pull up his pants, letting the thick fabric soak up the cum. Dwight had stopped holding his shoulders, staring forward blankly while he waited for further instruction. It came quickly, Negan ordering him up and back to the cell with a quick word and quiet motion from Lucille, but he stopped the pair for a moment, in the doorway.
"That was fun." He told Daryl, reaching a hand out to stroke his hair, "Maybe I'll come see you again tonight. Be a good boy, Daryl." He drew out the name, mocking, voice full of dark intent, before waving the pair away with Lucille, turning his back on them. Dwight pulled Daryl forward roughly, and the pair made their way back to the cell.