He was almost through the exit when he realised he had forgotten to pay the guard. He did an about-turn. He didn’t have to tell the inmate to get off his phone, the man hanging up and scurrying away as soon as he saw Marsh coming back.

He mashed away at the keypad again, pressing after the prompts, and soon had transferred $500 into Dodge’s betting account. He thought $500 was steep, told Dodge he was taking the piss, but he paid it all the same. It would be worth it. Marsh got hard just thinking about it.

HE HAD to hand it to him: the little cunt had copped it sweet. He didn’t scream, squirm or beg for it to stop. He bled. But they all bled. Marsh usually got rock hard when he first saw the blood, starting with a smear of magenta on his cock. He loved the slapping sound his pelvis made when it smacked into arse.

The kid had fought. Or tried to. But there was little he could do, given Marsh and his four mates had surprised him in his sleep.

Marsh had followed Bluey, Chunk, Grub and Waz into Jax’s cell after the Dodge had taken care of the cameras and the lock. Then, with a full moon providing just enough light, he’d watched as Bluey and Chunk – the biggest of the four – tiptoed their way to the head of Jax’s bed.

The kid was sound asleep.

Grub and Waz had to take only a couple of steps to position themselves at Jax’s feet.

Then Marsh began the silent count: one finger raised, then two and, finally, three. The four goons pounced, Bluey and Chunk grabbing an arm each, Grub and Waz a leg. They reefed Jax off the bed and flipped him face first over the shitter. The kid wriggled, screamed and tried to wrestle, but he had a man on each limb. He was pinned. No man could get out of this one.

Marsh walked up behind the kid, reached around, and shoved a rolled-up sock down his throat. He usually liked to hear them scream and beg, but not in the dead of the night. Not when the noise could carry and be heard by a guard they hadn’t paid.

Marsh ripped down the kid’s pants and slapped him on the cheek. He put a dollop of lube on his finger and stuck it into Jax’s arse. And then he went to work.