By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
CHAPTER TWENTY One
The farmer just laughed as he put his arm round his son's shoulder, ushering him towards the door. He took the lamp with him, leaving me in the stinking darkness as he locked the barn door behind him. I longed for my inspector to come for me and take me away from this nightmare. He could do what he wanted with me, I would not resist him. But it was he who had rented me out to this brute and his two sons, so perhaps he no longer wanted his personal pig...
Would I ever see him again? I fell asleep, my body reeking of the piss that had just been squirted all over it from my restrained cock, my face stinking of the farmer's ass, his son's ass, his spunk and his son's shitty hole, wondering what new horrors would greet me next day...
I was awoken by the sound of the creaking barn door being pushed open and the light of the paraffin lamp revealed the farmer's other son (the one who had not been punished) walking towards me. He shuffled towards me sleepily rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He set down the lamp, yanked me up on my knees by my neck chain, pulled down my jaw, pulled his cock out of his stinking overall and shoved it unceremoniously into my open mouth to take a piss. I was careful not to use my hands on his big thighs to steady myself (it had been made abundantly clear that i, the prison pig slave, was not to touch a man except with my tongue). Not a word was said - I was just a toilet to him as his strong piss poured down my gulping throat. After what seemed like litres of foul liquid had been emptied into me, he took his filthy cock out of my mouth, shook off the last few drops in my face and shoved it back inside his overall. He turned round, yanked on my neck chain between his legs so that my face was pulled tightly into his big ass, over which the unwashed overall material was tightly stretched, and farted a couple of times, holding my face firmly in place. The stink of his guts filled my mouth and nose, but I knew I would be getting used to it over the next couple of months, so there was no point resisting its inevitable passage down to my lungs. I must have been as revolting to him, stinking as I was, as he was to me. He released my neck chain, turned round and kicked me back down into the pissy straw once more, picked up the lamp and left me alone once more in the dark barn. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the day's events, and why the farmer had punished his son because of me - or was my punishment (for daring to put my hands in what was obviously a loving embrace on his son's thighs and buttocks as his cock fucked my mouth) yet to come?...
It seemed no time at all before the gray light of dawn was filtering through the gaps between the boards of the barn walls and the barnyard cock was crowing, awaking me from my exhausted sleep. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking down at my naked, smooth body, my nipples ringed and chained together, my cock locked by the ring through its head to my navel, hard with a morning erection and straining to be free of its prison. The heavy iron around my neck and the chain securing me to the wall reminded me of my position as the hired prison pig as I slowly stroked my hard cock. I know I needed a piss and desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged and the plug chained and locked to the belt secured and locked tightly around my waist, so there would be no shitting for me till the farmer unlocked the plug...
I did not allow myself the luxury of an orgasm, as this would make all the pain, degradation and filth to which I would no doubt be subjected during the day more bearable. Suddenly the barn door flew open and the farmer came in, marching purposefully towards me. I immediately took my hand off my cock, not knowing what his reaction would be.
As he stood over me, looking down at my erection, he slapped my face hard, right and left, and barked: "YOU NO TOUCH COCK!", kicking me in my defenceless balls. I yelped in pain, but he ignored me and unlocked the chain from the wall. He yanked me by my iron collar to my feet, locked my wrists behind my back and dragged me towards the barn door.
"TODAY NEDELJA - NO WORK!" (I assumed he meant Sunday), he barked - so I wondered where he was taking me. He dragged me stumbling across the barnyard to an outhouse, which I discovered, as he opened the door, was their toilet. It consisted of a bench about six feet long with two holes in it, just big enough for a man's ass. The bench seat covered what I then discovered was a box as he unlocked the padlock to which it was attached and lifted it up. Inside the box were a few pieces of shit floating in a few inches of stale piss (this was obviously what the farmer and his sons used as a toilet). He snapped his fingers and pointed to the inside of the box - I didn't know what he wanted, assuming he wanted me to empty it.
But, with another couple of hard slaps to my face, he barked: "YOU - GET IN! NOW!". So this was where I was to spend the day with 'no work'! My heart sank as I slowly stepped into the box, squashing a couple of turds under my bare feet. He yanked down on my neck chain, indicating that I was to lie down in it - which was not easy with my hands cuffed behind my back. I did as commanded, the box being just long enough for me to do so. The smell of yesterday's piss and shit (perhaps longer) was overpowering as I lay down in it. He slammed the lid shut and locked it down to the box again. One of the two holes was above my face, and I guessed the other one was above my cock and belly.
As he left, he casually remarked: "Today friends come...", and closed the door behind him. So, today I would be left here, to serve as a toilet for his friends (probably other local peasants, who would come over to drink and feast on a sheep roasted on a spit, as I had seen men do before in this country (the women were by tradition left at home, as this was a man's world). After a certain time had passed, the toilet door opened and I heard the two youths enter, laughing and chatting about this and that. They were obviously here for their morning piss and dump. I was not wrong, as, through the toilet seat I saw their faces looking down at me, laughing and sneering. They were in their 'Sunday best' - a white shirt and a pair of black trousers tightly covering their thick thighs and buttocks (they had obviously outgrown them, but could not afford new ones). They unbuttoned their trousers and pulled them down (no underwear of course), sneering down at me...
Then they just sat down to dump their loads on the prison pig. The one who had not been punished the night before sat above my face, his ass and cock so close they were touching my face. The other youth took his place above my cock. It was not long before a couple of loud, smelly farts in my face heralded the imminent dumping of yesterday's recycled food. Trapped in the box, with my hands cuffed uncomfortably underneath me, I could not escape the foul smell as his hole slowly pushed open, releasing a couple of large heavy turds on to my mouth and nose. The two brothers sniggered as the second youth also farted a couple of times and dropped his shit on to my cock and belly. Their shit was followed by a long, heavy stream of strong morning piss, which they also found hilarious. After a couple more grunts and farts, they got up, pulled up their trousers without wiping their asses (no toilet paper here, of course) and, laughing uproariously, exited the foul outhouse. Alone once more in the dark, I shook off the turds resting on my mouth and nose into the pool of piss that had now risen a couple of inches more around me. The youth's shit was sticky, so there were traces still sticking to my lips and nose that I could not remove, with my hands locked beneath me. The thought of spending the whole day in this stinking box of piss and shit made me shiver - after all, the farmer's friends would be arriving, and no doubt would need to use the 'toilet'. As I lay there mulling over these thoughts, I heard the outhouse door open and close again: it was the farmer - he peered down at me through the toilet seat as he slowly undid his belt, and dropped his trousers (he was not wearing underwear either, of course) and, still staring down at me aimed a strong stream of piss right at my face. I could do nothing but lie there letting the foul liquid pour over my face...
Then he abruptly turned round and sat down on the toilet, his big ass pushing down on to my face, so that my nose was touching his stinking asshole. Unlike his sons, he took his time taking his morning shit. I lay there in silence, breathing his stink for a few minutes, before I heard him grunt and expel a couple of huge Farts...
Silence again, then another grunt as the first of his big turds started to push its way out directly over my nose and mouth. If I turned away, my face would be submerged in the piss and shit, so I continued to lie face up, letting his hot, heavy turds plop on to my face and slither slowly to one side or the other. I was just a toilet, and that was the end of it. The Inspector had handed me over to these rough peasants, to be used as they wished. I would be made to work on the farm, then abused without mercy - they had paid a small some for my 'services', sold to them by the Inspector. Since I had given myself to the Inspector, he could do with me what he wanted, and it was no use me complaining or rebelling...
I lay there silently in the stink, as the farmer farted a couple more times into my mouth and nose. He got up without cleaning his hole, slowly pulled up his trousers looking down at me with a smirk on his face, and buckled his belt. Then he abruptly turned round and left the barn, banging the door behind him. As I lay there, I tried to shake off the farmer's turds, resting on my mouth and nose. Most of it fell to the side, but there were still sticky lumps of it that remained on my face. I fell asleep for a while, but was awakened by the sound of horses and carts arriving in the farmyard, and the sound of men laughing and talking - they sounded drunk already, so that when I heard the sound of bottles and glasses clinking I knew they could only get more drunk than ever...
After about an hour, I heard the barn door open, accompanied by the raucous sound of two men laughing and sniggering...
Sure enough, one of them - a rough, burly man in his forties - arrived to peer down into the 'toilet' (the farmer had no doubt told them all about his new arrival from the prison) and when he saw me, roared with laughter, nonchalantly taking his cock out of his trousers and aiming a hot, powerful stream of beery piss at my helpless, shit-caked face. I closed my eyes and mouth against the flood, trying not to breathe, but the stream went on so long I eventually had to open my mouth to get some air (my nostrils were now blocked with the farmer's drying shit) and of course the hunter's strong piss soon filled it so that I couldn't breathe without swallowing it first. As I desperately swallowed the foul liquid and tried to breathe, another face peered down at me - another of the hunters obviously - and he too burst out laughing. As the first ruffian's stream dried up, he shook the last-few drops out on to my face and stuffed his no-doubt filthy cock back into his trousers, letting his friend take his place. The second man also took his foul member out of his trousers as his friend withdrew, leaving the barn. The second man aimed his piss straight at my mouth and nose, knowing that I would have open my mouth to breathe at some stage - and, sure enough, he waited till I opened my mouth before letting go his hot, stinking piss, which I had to swallow if I was not to choke. Eventually, he stopped pissing - but did not leave the 'toilet'...
Instead, looking down at me, he slowly undid his belt, pulled down his trousers and turned round, slowly sitting down on the toilet seat and spreading his big buttocks. He pushed down till he could feel his hole firmly planted on my mouth and sat there for a few moments. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but his weight was such that, by pushing his ass further down, my mouth was forced open, if only to breathe. My tongue could not help but brush against his unwashed hole from time to time, which elicited a grunt of satisfaction from him, followed by a couple of big farts, which, because I was desperately trying to breathe, also ended up down in my lungs with the little air I managed to gulp. Then I felt his hole spread open and the inevitable turd began to push its way out, into my forced-open mouth. This time, I could not turn, my face being trapped under his big ass, so the hot turd began to fill my mouth - and clearly there was going to be more, as I felt my mouth being filled, my cheeks bulging out. If he did not stop, I would choke... and he didn't stop...
I had no choice - I had to chew and swallow, which was difficult because his weight made it difficult for me to bring my jaws together. Resistance was clearly futile, and, fighting the urge to throw up, I swallowed down the hunter's excrement as best I could. Occasionally, the flow of shit was interrupted to allow a couple of intervening farts. As I did my duty, I thought: if they all come into to piss and shit, the level of sewage in the box I was imprisoned in would certainly rise above my mouth and nose, and I would have to swallow more of it if I were not to drown...
I shivered at the thought. There would be no escape from the toilet-box, as I was handcuffed and the box was locked from the outside. God only knew how long the farmer would keep me trapped inside, doing toilet duty for half a dozen rough peasants. I was doomed, I knew it, and serving these men would once more be my lot - now I was even further down the road to hell. Could my degradation get any worse? Slowly, the big hunter got up, pulling his trousers up over his big ass and fastening his belt. He then casually turned round to look down at me, smirking as he gobbed up a huge wad of spit and spat it down on to my face....
Then he just left, closing the barn door behind him.
CHAPTER TWENTY One
The farmer just laughed as he put his arm round his son's shoulder, ushering him towards the door. He took the lamp with him, leaving me in the stinking darkness as he locked the barn door behind him. I longed for my inspector to come for me and take me away from this nightmare. He could do what he wanted with me, I would not resist him. But it was he who had rented me out to this brute and his two sons, so perhaps he no longer wanted his personal pig...
Would I ever see him again? I fell asleep, my body reeking of the piss that had just been squirted all over it from my restrained cock, my face stinking of the farmer's ass, his son's ass, his spunk and his son's shitty hole, wondering what new horrors would greet me next day...
I was awoken by the sound of the creaking barn door being pushed open and the light of the paraffin lamp revealed the farmer's other son (the one who had not been punished) walking towards me. He shuffled towards me sleepily rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He set down the lamp, yanked me up on my knees by my neck chain, pulled down my jaw, pulled his cock out of his stinking overall and shoved it unceremoniously into my open mouth to take a piss. I was careful not to use my hands on his big thighs to steady myself (it had been made abundantly clear that i, the prison pig slave, was not to touch a man except with my tongue). Not a word was said - I was just a toilet to him as his strong piss poured down my gulping throat. After what seemed like litres of foul liquid had been emptied into me, he took his filthy cock out of my mouth, shook off the last few drops in my face and shoved it back inside his overall. He turned round, yanked on my neck chain between his legs so that my face was pulled tightly into his big ass, over which the unwashed overall material was tightly stretched, and farted a couple of times, holding my face firmly in place. The stink of his guts filled my mouth and nose, but I knew I would be getting used to it over the next couple of months, so there was no point resisting its inevitable passage down to my lungs. I must have been as revolting to him, stinking as I was, as he was to me. He released my neck chain, turned round and kicked me back down into the pissy straw once more, picked up the lamp and left me alone once more in the dark barn. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the day's events, and why the farmer had punished his son because of me - or was my punishment (for daring to put my hands in what was obviously a loving embrace on his son's thighs and buttocks as his cock fucked my mouth) yet to come?...
It seemed no time at all before the gray light of dawn was filtering through the gaps between the boards of the barn walls and the barnyard cock was crowing, awaking me from my exhausted sleep. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking down at my naked, smooth body, my nipples ringed and chained together, my cock locked by the ring through its head to my navel, hard with a morning erection and straining to be free of its prison. The heavy iron around my neck and the chain securing me to the wall reminded me of my position as the hired prison pig as I slowly stroked my hard cock. I know I needed a piss and desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged and the plug chained and locked to the belt secured and locked tightly around my waist, so there would be no shitting for me till the farmer unlocked the plug...
I did not allow myself the luxury of an orgasm, as this would make all the pain, degradation and filth to which I would no doubt be subjected during the day more bearable. Suddenly the barn door flew open and the farmer came in, marching purposefully towards me. I immediately took my hand off my cock, not knowing what his reaction would be.
As he stood over me, looking down at my erection, he slapped my face hard, right and left, and barked: "YOU NO TOUCH COCK!", kicking me in my defenceless balls. I yelped in pain, but he ignored me and unlocked the chain from the wall. He yanked me by my iron collar to my feet, locked my wrists behind my back and dragged me towards the barn door.
"TODAY NEDELJA - NO WORK!" (I assumed he meant Sunday), he barked - so I wondered where he was taking me. He dragged me stumbling across the barnyard to an outhouse, which I discovered, as he opened the door, was their toilet. It consisted of a bench about six feet long with two holes in it, just big enough for a man's ass. The bench seat covered what I then discovered was a box as he unlocked the padlock to which it was attached and lifted it up. Inside the box were a few pieces of shit floating in a few inches of stale piss (this was obviously what the farmer and his sons used as a toilet). He snapped his fingers and pointed to the inside of the box - I didn't know what he wanted, assuming he wanted me to empty it.
But, with another couple of hard slaps to my face, he barked: "YOU - GET IN! NOW!". So this was where I was to spend the day with 'no work'! My heart sank as I slowly stepped into the box, squashing a couple of turds under my bare feet. He yanked down on my neck chain, indicating that I was to lie down in it - which was not easy with my hands cuffed behind my back. I did as commanded, the box being just long enough for me to do so. The smell of yesterday's piss and shit (perhaps longer) was overpowering as I lay down in it. He slammed the lid shut and locked it down to the box again. One of the two holes was above my face, and I guessed the other one was above my cock and belly.
As he left, he casually remarked: "Today friends come...", and closed the door behind him. So, today I would be left here, to serve as a toilet for his friends (probably other local peasants, who would come over to drink and feast on a sheep roasted on a spit, as I had seen men do before in this country (the women were by tradition left at home, as this was a man's world). After a certain time had passed, the toilet door opened and I heard the two youths enter, laughing and chatting about this and that. They were obviously here for their morning piss and dump. I was not wrong, as, through the toilet seat I saw their faces looking down at me, laughing and sneering. They were in their 'Sunday best' - a white shirt and a pair of black trousers tightly covering their thick thighs and buttocks (they had obviously outgrown them, but could not afford new ones). They unbuttoned their trousers and pulled them down (no underwear of course), sneering down at me...
Then they just sat down to dump their loads on the prison pig. The one who had not been punished the night before sat above my face, his ass and cock so close they were touching my face. The other youth took his place above my cock. It was not long before a couple of loud, smelly farts in my face heralded the imminent dumping of yesterday's recycled food. Trapped in the box, with my hands cuffed uncomfortably underneath me, I could not escape the foul smell as his hole slowly pushed open, releasing a couple of large heavy turds on to my mouth and nose. The two brothers sniggered as the second youth also farted a couple of times and dropped his shit on to my cock and belly. Their shit was followed by a long, heavy stream of strong morning piss, which they also found hilarious. After a couple more grunts and farts, they got up, pulled up their trousers without wiping their asses (no toilet paper here, of course) and, laughing uproariously, exited the foul outhouse. Alone once more in the dark, I shook off the turds resting on my mouth and nose into the pool of piss that had now risen a couple of inches more around me. The youth's shit was sticky, so there were traces still sticking to my lips and nose that I could not remove, with my hands locked beneath me. The thought of spending the whole day in this stinking box of piss and shit made me shiver - after all, the farmer's friends would be arriving, and no doubt would need to use the 'toilet'. As I lay there mulling over these thoughts, I heard the outhouse door open and close again: it was the farmer - he peered down at me through the toilet seat as he slowly undid his belt, and dropped his trousers (he was not wearing underwear either, of course) and, still staring down at me aimed a strong stream of piss right at my face. I could do nothing but lie there letting the foul liquid pour over my face...
Then he abruptly turned round and sat down on the toilet, his big ass pushing down on to my face, so that my nose was touching his stinking asshole. Unlike his sons, he took his time taking his morning shit. I lay there in silence, breathing his stink for a few minutes, before I heard him grunt and expel a couple of huge Farts...
Silence again, then another grunt as the first of his big turds started to push its way out directly over my nose and mouth. If I turned away, my face would be submerged in the piss and shit, so I continued to lie face up, letting his hot, heavy turds plop on to my face and slither slowly to one side or the other. I was just a toilet, and that was the end of it. The Inspector had handed me over to these rough peasants, to be used as they wished. I would be made to work on the farm, then abused without mercy - they had paid a small some for my 'services', sold to them by the Inspector. Since I had given myself to the Inspector, he could do with me what he wanted, and it was no use me complaining or rebelling...
I lay there silently in the stink, as the farmer farted a couple more times into my mouth and nose. He got up without cleaning his hole, slowly pulled up his trousers looking down at me with a smirk on his face, and buckled his belt. Then he abruptly turned round and left the barn, banging the door behind him. As I lay there, I tried to shake off the farmer's turds, resting on my mouth and nose. Most of it fell to the side, but there were still sticky lumps of it that remained on my face. I fell asleep for a while, but was awakened by the sound of horses and carts arriving in the farmyard, and the sound of men laughing and talking - they sounded drunk already, so that when I heard the sound of bottles and glasses clinking I knew they could only get more drunk than ever...
After about an hour, I heard the barn door open, accompanied by the raucous sound of two men laughing and sniggering...
Sure enough, one of them - a rough, burly man in his forties - arrived to peer down into the 'toilet' (the farmer had no doubt told them all about his new arrival from the prison) and when he saw me, roared with laughter, nonchalantly taking his cock out of his trousers and aiming a hot, powerful stream of beery piss at my helpless, shit-caked face. I closed my eyes and mouth against the flood, trying not to breathe, but the stream went on so long I eventually had to open my mouth to get some air (my nostrils were now blocked with the farmer's drying shit) and of course the hunter's strong piss soon filled it so that I couldn't breathe without swallowing it first. As I desperately swallowed the foul liquid and tried to breathe, another face peered down at me - another of the hunters obviously - and he too burst out laughing. As the first ruffian's stream dried up, he shook the last-few drops out on to my face and stuffed his no-doubt filthy cock back into his trousers, letting his friend take his place. The second man also took his foul member out of his trousers as his friend withdrew, leaving the barn. The second man aimed his piss straight at my mouth and nose, knowing that I would have open my mouth to breathe at some stage - and, sure enough, he waited till I opened my mouth before letting go his hot, stinking piss, which I had to swallow if I was not to choke. Eventually, he stopped pissing - but did not leave the 'toilet'...
Instead, looking down at me, he slowly undid his belt, pulled down his trousers and turned round, slowly sitting down on the toilet seat and spreading his big buttocks. He pushed down till he could feel his hole firmly planted on my mouth and sat there for a few moments. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but his weight was such that, by pushing his ass further down, my mouth was forced open, if only to breathe. My tongue could not help but brush against his unwashed hole from time to time, which elicited a grunt of satisfaction from him, followed by a couple of big farts, which, because I was desperately trying to breathe, also ended up down in my lungs with the little air I managed to gulp. Then I felt his hole spread open and the inevitable turd began to push its way out, into my forced-open mouth. This time, I could not turn, my face being trapped under his big ass, so the hot turd began to fill my mouth - and clearly there was going to be more, as I felt my mouth being filled, my cheeks bulging out. If he did not stop, I would choke... and he didn't stop...
I had no choice - I had to chew and swallow, which was difficult because his weight made it difficult for me to bring my jaws together. Resistance was clearly futile, and, fighting the urge to throw up, I swallowed down the hunter's excrement as best I could. Occasionally, the flow of shit was interrupted to allow a couple of intervening farts. As I did my duty, I thought: if they all come into to piss and shit, the level of sewage in the box I was imprisoned in would certainly rise above my mouth and nose, and I would have to swallow more of it if I were not to drown...
I shivered at the thought. There would be no escape from the toilet-box, as I was handcuffed and the box was locked from the outside. God only knew how long the farmer would keep me trapped inside, doing toilet duty for half a dozen rough peasants. I was doomed, I knew it, and serving these men would once more be my lot - now I was even further down the road to hell. Could my degradation get any worse? Slowly, the big hunter got up, pulling his trousers up over his big ass and fastening his belt. He then casually turned round to look down at me, smirking as he gobbed up a huge wad of spit and spat it down on to my face....
Then he just left, closing the barn door behind him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
There would be no escape from the toilet-box, as I was handcuffed and the box was locked from the outside. God only knew how long the farmer would keep me trapped inside, doing toilet duty for half a dozen rough peasants. I was doomed, I knew it, and serving these men would once more be my lot - now I was even further down the road to hell. Could my degradation get any worse? Slowly, the big hunter got up, pulling his trousers up over his big ass and fastening his belt. He then casually turned round to look down at me, smirking as he gobbed up a huge wad of spit and spat it down on to my face....
Then he just left, closing the barn door behind him. The long day continued - I lay in the men's piss and shit, handcuffed, with my face and cock under the holes in the seat, waiting for more of the peasants' excrement to be dumped on me, now a human 'toilet'. And so it was: the sounds of drunken laughter, the delicious smell of the roasting sheep, drifted through the gaps in the barn's wooden walls - and every so often, one of the men would come in and take a piss or a dump. From the number of different faces, cocks and asses i saw, I guessed there must have been about a dozen of them, ranging in age from youths of 14/15, to mid-forties (I presumed sons and fathers). As the interminable day progressed, the level of their piss and shit rose, so that only my mouth, eyes and nose were above it - if i turned my head to right or left, my face would have been completely submerged, except for my right or left ear. This meant that whenever one of them came to piss or shit, I could no longer turn my face away, but had to take the lot, full-on. Towards the evening, i heard 'my' farmer come into the shithouse: he unlocked the lid of the toilet and lifted it up. He smirked as he looked down at me, now completely submerged, except for my nose and eyes (even my mouth was covered).
He motioned for me to get up - which was very difficult, being handcuffed behind my back, and the sewage in the box being very slippery. He grew impatient with my struggles and decided to 'help' my by yanking me up by my collar. I stepped out of the box. He opened the shithouse door and went out, beckoning me to follow him. As I emerged into the evening light, I saw a group of men and youths sat on benches around a large wooden table - they fell silent as they saw the occupant of the toilet-box, naked, handcuffed and covered from head to foot with their excrement. The farmer motioned me to just stand there, as they sniggered and made remarks about the prison pig. They carried on drinking nonchalantly as i stood there, totally degraded and humiliated, looking down at my shitty body, down at my cock locked in a permanently upward position to my navel. i decided it was wiser to keep my eyes lowered...
After a time the farmer ordered me to turn round, move away over to the low barnyard wall (clearly my stink was getting to them) and bend over it, to show my pig ass with its plugged hole, to the accompaniment of more sniggering and drunken laughter. But even after moving away, my stink was still getting to them, so the farmer came over to me and told me to get up and follow him. He walked towards a small stream with a waterfall about six feet high and told me to get under it: this was the first time my body had been washed with water, instead of piss, for weeks, and i was grateful for this luxury, even though the water was very cold. i also washed out my mouth with the fresh water and drank it gratefully. When the farmer decided the prison pig was cleaned up, he motioned for me to get out of the stream and follow him back to the yard and presented the pig once more to the drunken men and youths, who murmured approvingly as they looked at my now clean, smooth and dripping body, front and back. But now i was going to be used for their entertainment, as i soon discovered...
The farmer hauled me over to the table by my nipple chain and, the men pushing away some of the wooden plates with the scraps of meat and bones left on them (which would no doubt be my food later), he bent me over it, with my belly and cock resting on it. He kicked my legs apart and the prison pig remained quietly in this position for a time, the pig's ass being slapped hard from time to time in between more bouts of drinking and raucous laughter (no doubt at my expense, though i found their local dialect difficult to understand). After a while, the farmer made some announcement to the men and youths and, going behind me, unlocked the chain that held my butt-plug in place, and pulled out the plug roughly. i yelped in pain, which drew further laughter from the men - but my humiliation increased when my hole erupted with several days of trapped shit plopping down on the ground between my spread legs. The men found this uproariously funny...
but one of them had clearly become excited by it, as he suddenly got up from the table, and pulled out his cock from his pants as he staggered round behind me. i could see his cock was already hard and my heart sank as i knew what was in store for me - in a few seconds, i could feel him positioning his dirty cock at my shitty hole. i don't know why I felt embarrassed about my filthy hole, because it clearly turned him on, as he suddenly rammed his cock into me and began fucking me furiously, in front of all the others. My hole had been stretched open with the plug for days, so it offered little resistance to his violent thrusting. In fact, my hole was so unresisting that, when i felt more shit trying to force its way out over the man's cock, i couldn't hold it back, and i knew his cock must have become very shitty after a while. But this only seemed to excite him further, as his thrusts become deeper, faster and more urgent. Soon, with one mighty shove, he roared and fell upon my back as his spunk erupted into my guts, his hot beery breath panting on the back of my collared neck as his cock continued to throb inside me...
After a couple of minutes, he slowly stood up and pulled his cock out of my shitty hole. Then he yanked me up by my collar to a standing position, turned me round and pushed me to my knees in front of him - I could see that his cock and balls were indeed covered in my shit: he snapped his fingers, pointing to his genitals and, of course, I knew my duty. The prison pig opened its mouth and wrapped its lips around the man's stinking, shit-streaked cock to clean it up. The pig's tongue also lapped at the man's shitty balls to give them a thorough cleaning, too. There were a couple of streaks of shit on the inside of the man's thighs as well, so they were licked away thoroughly. When he seemed satisfied, he turned round and pushed the tops of his pants down over his big ass and pulled the pig's head into his crack, remembering that the hadn't wiped his ass after his morning dump on the pig's face. The pig did a good job with its tongue, cleaning around and inside the man's hole the way the pig had been trained to do. The man grunted in satisfaction as my tongue did its work. i continued to clean him while he held the back of my head firmly into his ass crack. At a certain point i felt his grip tighten, followed by a couple of big farts that forced their way into my mouth and nose, which caused more laughter from the others. Then the man released his grip on the back of my head, bent down with his ass still in my face, pulled his pants up and buckled his belt, which stretched the material tightly over his big ass. I knelt for a while, still handcuffed of course, not daring to look up. Eventually, one of the youths got up from the table and came towards me, getting his cock out. He immediately started pissing in my face and the yellow liquid ran down my chest, over my upward-pointing cock, ringed to my navel, and down over my balls on to the ground between my knees.
The farmer saw this, and seemed to be angry for some reason: he got up from the table quickly, came towards me and yanked down my jaw, indicating that I should swallow it and not let it just pour down me. As further 'encouragement', he yanked me forward by my nipple chain so that my open mouth would envelope the youth's cheesy, stinking cock. His hot yellow stream seemed unending, but i swallowed it down dutifully. Eventually he stopped and, looking with a sheepish grin towards the man who had literally fucked the shit out of me and farted in my face, he too decided to lower his pants, turn round and pull my face into his unwashed ass to receive a couple of farts in my mouth and nose. Just when i thought he had finished, he held my head tighter, bent over a bit more, grunted and started to push out a turd into my open mouth. It was a big one, so i had to bite off bits, chew them fast and swallow if i was not to choke. The boy's (i guessed he was about 14) shit tasted sweet, and for that at least i was grateful. A couple more farts announced the end of his defecation and, sniggering, he nonchalantly just pulled up his pants over his fat little ass (his hole was still shitty, as i could not lick it clean with my own tongue still coated in his shit). When he sat down at the table again, the men on either side of him patted him on the back, congratulating him on doing a good job. As i continued to kneel there i could feel spunk and shit leaking out of my hole and dribbling slowly down the inside of my thighs - but I did not move, as I had not been instructed to do so. However, it was not long before I was once again yanked to my feet by my nipple chain and thrown over the end of the table. Once again, I heard one of the men fumbling with his belt behind me and waited for the inevitable invasion - but it did not come immediately...
Instead, I heard and felt the man's belt come whistling down and landing with a loud crack over my ass. It was so unexpected and the pain so intense that I involuntarily shot up to a standing position - but my tormentor just pushed me back down and the men and youths seated at the table held me down firmly, making sure I wouldn't be moving till the man was finished. The others at the table fell silent as the belt lashed at my helpless rump and the tops of my thighs. I tried to suppress my screams, but eventually I ended up blubbering like a little boy - not just because of the pain, but the injustice of it all (after all, I had served dutifully as a human toilet to them all day, as well as a fuck-hole and urinal: what more could they want?). I don't know how many times the man's thick leather belt lashed across my helpless ass, but eventually it stopped. He threw down the belt and unceremoniously thrust his now-hard cock into my shitty hole, fucking me fast and brutally as the others continued to hold me fast to the table. After a few minutes he shot his spunk into my guts with a loud grunt and lay a few moments on my back, his hot breath at my ear.
Then he pulled his softening cock out of my hole, turned me round, pushed me to my knees and motioned for me to clean him up. This time it was not just my own shit I was cleaning off him, but a mixture of his and the other man's spunk, still sloshing around inside my guts. This man's cock was a lot bigger than the other guy's (as I noticed when I felt my being very widely stretched as he entered me - in fact, he was a lot bigger all over), and I could not put it all in: I had to lick up and down it and around his balls and the inside of his sweaty, shit-streaked thighs. I somehow got the feeling that he liked me, even though he had savagely blistered my ass with his belt, which i did not deserve, as I had done nothing wrong - he obviously did it for his own pleasure, as it clearly made his big fat cock extremely hard. As I went about my cleaning duties, I heard him ask my farmer if he could have me for a few days - I was a bit alarmed, as my ass was still throbbing from his beating, and I didn't fancy the idea of being totally at his mercy for days, if this was the way he got his cock hard.
My farmer hesitated, grumbling that there was work to be done in the fields - but the man persisted, offering to send one of his own boys instead. As I licked and cleaned, I could see out of the corner of my eye that the man's son was not very pleased about this, but of course he would not dare to disobey his father: he was younger than my farmer's two sons, so that would make him about fourteen, the same age as the other youth who had used me as a toilet. He was probably afraid of being abused by my farmer's sons (common enough in these parts), but there would be no opposition of course, and certainly no complaints. My farmer seemed satisfied with this arrangement, looking towards the boy with a glint in his eye, which made the boy blush. The whole conversation took place while I was on my knees cleaning the man's big fat weapon - of course, I could not stop till ordered to. Once the deal was struck, the man looked down at his cock and seemed satisfied with my work. He shoved his cock back in his pants, and fastened the buckle of his belt, which he had used so viciously on my defenseless ass. I shuddered, knowing that he would be using that belt on me again over the next few days...
Eventually, the scraps from their feasting were thrown on the ground among the shit that had exploded out of my ass when the plug was removed and I was allowed to eat like a dog (my hands still cuffed behind me), on my knees trying to winkle out half-chewed scraps of meat and bones from the shit, while the men and youths gradually brought their party to a close. I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating, but I had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench seats at either side: I would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged. His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away - I saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and forcefully away, back to the barn....
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating, but i had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench seats at either side: i would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged. His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away - i saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and forcefully away, back to the barn....
I lay on the floor of the cart, my beaten ass now plugged and locked once more, though spunk was still leaking out. It was no use worrying about that, since my hole was no longer under my control any more. As the cart bumped along the rough country road, my bladder began to send me urgent signals that it needed emptying of all the recycled piss that had been forced down my throat. i did not want to complain, because that was not my place, but if i didn't say something, i would not be able to hold it back much longer and it would all come flooding out over my belly and swill around inside the cart. Finally, i broke my silence and tentatively asked the farmer if we could stop so i could piss. He ignored me, so i asked again, fearfully. Without looking back he pulled the cart to a halt, got up and turned round, looking angrily down at me...
He stepped into the back of the cart, crouched down beside me and slapped my face hard several times, bringing tears to my eyes and muttering something about "prison pigs don't talk...!" He then took off his neckerchief, now soaked in his sweat, pulled open my jaw and shoved the filthy thing in and secured it in place with a piece of cord lying on the floor of the cart. My mouth was now filled with the taste of his sweat and of course i could no longer speak. I groaned looking down at my cock, ringed to my navel, trying with my eyes to indicated that i was desperate to piss, but he just smiled wickedly and got back on the seat, cracked the whip and the horse moved on...
With all the bumping i could hold on no longer and piss started to trickle out of my imprisoned dick, finally becoming a torrent, pouring over my belly and chest and down on to the floor of the cart as i lay there helpless. Control over my cock and ass were no longer mine, i had been silenced by the filthy gag, i was no more than an animal. i knew he would be angry with me, but i consoled myself with the thought that he wanted me enough to 'borrow' me for a few days. As i lay there in my own piss, sloshing around in the bottom of the cart, i looked up at the farmer's big ass sitting on the rough wooden seat, knowing that my face would be spending a lot of time under it, knowing that my own ass was going to get thrashed mercilessly, since that was what made his cock hard enough to fuck me so brutally in front of the other boys and men. If he enjoyed thrashing my ass so much, he would no doubt have other tortures in mind with which to harden his cock...
i shivered in the cool evening air as the cart bumped along, naked and wet with my piss and gagged, my beaten ass throbbed and my plugged hole leaked spunk. Finally, the cart stopped at the man's farm. There was only one light that i could see as i got up as ordered and jumped down from the cart. The farmer pushed me in the direction of that light, which as i found out, was coming from the barn. He unlocked the door of the barn and pushed me in. With only one small paraffin lamp to see by, it was not easy to make out what was inside...
but what i did see shocked me: there was a cage with iron bars, i guessed six feet square, set in the middle of the barn and in it were two other prison pigs - shaved as usual from head to foot - but there was one other man, who was not shaved - he was hairy! Slowly i realized that in fact he was one of the prison guards. My mind was spinning - what had he done to be so humiliated, treated like one of the prisoners he had been guarding? They were all of course naked and i could see they had been beaten on their backs, buttocks and thighs. Like me, the prison pigs were ringed at the neck, wrists and ankles (and of course their nipples) and their asses plugged and locked. The ex-guard was not ringed but his ass was plugged and locked. All three men's wrists were locked behind their backs and they were half-lying on the floor of the cage, which had quite a few turds lying on it. When the farmer entered, they immediately stood up, at attention. i could see that their bodies and faces were streaked with shit. They stared out in front of them, not looking at me or the farmer - this was obviously the required form of behaviour when he was around. The farmer unlocked the door of the cage and shoved me in - stepping on a couple of the turds as i tried to regain my balance. i decided to turn and stand in line with the other two at attention, which seemed to please the farmer. There was very little room in the cage with four of us now in it, standing two in front and two behind. i was standing behind the ex-guard, noticing that his hairy ass had been recently beaten. The smell from the men's unwashed bodies was overpowering to me, having just come in from the fresh air...
He stood looking at us for a while as he pulled a cigar out of his pocket and slowly lit it. He looked at us one by one, pulled a knife out of one of his pockets, then snapped his fingers to the ex-guard and motioned for him to come out of the cage. Brandishing the knife threateningly, he shoved him over to a rough wooden table and bent him down over it. With a couple of ropes, the farmer secured the hairy guard to the table, legs spread and ankles tied to the table legs. We prison pigs stood silently, watching the guard's humiliation, his legs widely spread, exposing the butt plug up his hairy asshole.
The farmer slowly unlocked the guard's butt-plug and pulled it out - from the shit all over it, the guard obviously had a load of crap up his hole, waiting to come out. The farmer studied the plug for a few seconds, and seemed satisfied (I later found out that he preferred to fuck an ass packed with shit). Then he got his filthy cock out, jerked it a bit and shoved it into the guard's ass - there was no need for spit, because the guard's hole had already been widely stretched by the plug and the shit did the rest. The guard groaned through his gag, not so much from pain, but from the humiliation of being fucked like a dog in front of three prisoners he had been guarding only recently. The farmer banged into the strong guard's ass, looking down at his shit-covered cock as it went in and out, which seemed to excite him more. Eventually, the smell of his shit reached our noses, and of course the guard himself must have smelled it, knowing that his hole was leaking shit and that the farmer enjoyed using him this way, which was even more humiliating for him. Occasionally, the farmer would touch the guard's beaten buttocks with the lit end of his cigar, eliciting groans of pain from the gagged guard. Of course, he was securely tied down to the table, so the farmer knew there was no risk of any sudden or unnecessary physical reaction from the helpless guard. With the weight of the farmer's big ass helping to bang his cock into the guard's shitty hole, the farmer made sure his cock got right up inside there, shoving the guard's shit back up into his guts. As the farmer neared his climax, he pulled back right out of the guard's hole and then rammed it in again hard, grunting as his spunk spewed out into the guard's guts. He stood there quietly recovering for a few moments, then nonchalantly stubbed his cigar out on the poor man's beaten (and fucked) ass. This time the ex-guard bucked wildly, screaming through his gag, but tied down to the heavy wooden table, his reactions had little effect...
The farmer slowly pulled his cock out of the man's shaking ass and turned towards us, still standing at attention. A loud fart escaped from the shithole of the helpless guard, now groaning in pain and humiliation. The farmer stood there with his semi-stiff, shitty cock hanging out of his overalls and dripping with spunk, looking at us one by one. Finally, he stopped at me, and i became afraid. He snapped his fingers at me, lighting another cigar. i stepped out of the cage and walked towards him as instructed. He removed my gag and threw it back into the cage among the turds lying on the floor of it - and of course, i knew what was expected and knelt down in front of the farmer to clean the guard's shit off his cock and balls. i did not dare to look up as my mouth and tongue did their duty, seeing the glint of the knife out of the corner of my eye. When the farmer was finally satisfied with my work, he put his cock back inside his overalls and motioned with the knife for me to get over to the guard. i moved over to him on my knees, till my face was directly behind his ass. Then the farmer shoved my face into the guard's stinking crack, so that i could clean him up too. As my tongue cleaned around his hairy hole, i could taste the farmer's spunk as some of it started to leak out. The farmer held my head firmly in place, making sure that i would get it all. More spunk started to leak out, mixed with shit, as my tongue pushed its way into the hole that the farmer had just fucked. After a couple of farts from the guard's hole, i could feel his shit begin to push its way out - shit that had been trapped up there for days, perhaps, as i did not know how long his hole had been plugged. i started to pull away, but the farmer kept my head held firmly in place. Clearly, i was going to be a toilet again, so, resigned to my position in life, i placed my open mouth around the guard's hole and waited...
It was only a few seconds before a huge load of shit filled my mouth, which i had to chew and swallow fast if i was not to choke. The filth from the guard's guts continued to push its way out into my waiting mouth, punctuated occasionally by some loud smelly farts, filling my nose and lungs.
i did not want to anger the farmer - i did not want him to burn me as he had done to the guard (I had been branded by the Inspector on my ass and knew what agony it caused), so i was completely obedient to him, licking, cleaning, sucking, chewing and swallowing as best i could. Finally, the farmer released my head from the guard's stinking asscrack, untied him from the table and snapped his fingers to all of us in the direction of a wooden trough. When the other two pigs from the cage, the ex-guard and i got to it, he removed the gags from the others and threw them, like mine, back on to the shitty floor of the cage. i could see the trough contained water - or so i thought, but from the smell coming from it, it was mostly piss. Clearly, this would be our last drink before being locked up for the night, so, with our hands cuffed behind us, we lowered our heads like animals into the trough and drank as much as we could. As we drank, the farmer nonchalantly got his cock out again and pissed into our drink. Of course, this was the only drink we were going to get, so we had to be grateful. Finally, with a kick to our balls from behind, we were ordered back in the cage. As he locked the iron barred cage, he barked at us that we had better get some rest, because tomorrow we would be put to work...
He walked away, taking the paraffin lamp with him and leaving us in our cramped cage alone for the night. There was no room to lie down - we could only try to sit, with our sweaty, stinking bodies pressed up against each other, our balls aching from the kick they had just received. My face stank of the guard's ass, and the others (including the guard) said so, sniggering. The guard (whose sweaty body was pushed up against mine) was still groaning from the pain of having a cigar stubbed out on his beaten ass - he must have been very humiliated, being naked and treated like one of the prison pigs he had been abusing only recently - but different from us, because he was still hairy, while we were shaved and smooth. In a strange way, i felt sorry for him, with the taste of his shit still in my mouth...
After exchanging stories about our treatment since being hired out of the prison, we eventually fell asleep, handcuffed, naked, stinking and sitting in the crap on the bottom of the cage. As i drifted off to sleep, i thought: we had been allowed to drink, but not to piss...
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me - there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me - there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).
During our few bits of conversation, we asked the ex-guard why he was in here, being treated like one of us - it transpired that he had been shortchanging the Inspector on the "rents" paid by the local farmers for their prison pigs. When he found out, the Inspector ordered the guard stripped, bound and beaten in front of the other prisoners, after which he was fucked by the other guards - still in front of the prisoners - as an example to any other guards who might have had similar ideas. He was then thrown into the cell with the other prisoners, but not shaved - this was so it would be clear that he was once a guard. The Inspector said he would restore him to his previous position, but only after he had been hired out for a while to one of the farmers. i felt sorry for him - after all, in this country even the guards' meager pay was barely enough to survive on, and he had a wife and two young teenage sons to support. Nevertheless, the Inspector was not to be trifled with, and his word was law. It was strange to me as the guard spoke softly, relating his story in deep embarrassment, not really wanting to tell us, but knowing that we would find out anyway - yes, it was a strange feeling knowing that i had cleaned out his shithole and that my guts were now reprocessing his shit and the farmer's jism... my face stank of his sweaty, shitty asscrack, and he knew it. What he did not know was that worse humiliation was to follow for him next morning...
After an uncomfortable night trying to sleep with our stinking bodies pushed up against each other, dawn broke and the barn door opened to reveal the farmer once more, clad only in a pair of dirty overalls and menacingly carrying a cane. He walked over to our cage as we struggled to stand up at attention, as required. But he did not release us - he merely got his cock out and pissed all over us with strong morning piss. He told us the Inspector would be coming soon - my heart starting beating faster, knowing that i would at least be able to see the man who really possessed me and had taught me my true destiny. i hoped that he would take me back to where i knew i belonged - as a pig in his prison or in his lonely house in the forest. After a couple of farts, the farmer shook the last drops of piss from his stinking cock and shoved it back into his overall. Then he unlocked the cage, motioning us over to the trough again and ordered us to drink, which we did kneeling with our hands still manacled behind us. When he considered we had had enough, a swift kick to the balls brought us to our feet again, standing to attention...
He nodded in the direction of our cage, now filthy with pools of piss and a few squashed turds lying in them. He barked at us to clean it up, since the Inspector would be coming soon. We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. How would we do that, with our hands still manacled behind us? With slashes of the farmer's cane to our buttocks and thighs, we soon go the picture - the job would be done with our mouths and tongues, and FAST, or else....
With feelings of revulsion, we got down on our knees in front of the open cage and started lapping up the stale piss and shit, trying not to throw up. If the farmer thought we were slowing down, he would slash at our asses with the cane until we showed more enthusiasm. We were truly pigs now... embarrassment, shame, humiliation, revulsion were feelings we were not entitled to any more. The guard was the one who found it most difficult to perform these pig duties, but the farmer gave him extra severe strokes of the cane to get him used to his new position: by the time we had cleaned up the cage, the poor guard's back, ass and legs were covered in large red welts... and there were tears in his eyes. The farmer once more ordered us to attention, and as we stood, manacled, our faces streaked with piss and shit from the floor of the cage, he picked up the gags that had been lying on the pissy, shitty floor, and stuffed them back into our mouths, securing them firmly in place with some thick cord. Then we were marched out into the barnyard. The dazzling sunlight hurt our eyes as we were herded into line to await the arrival of the Inspector....
We waited under the hot sun for what must have been an hour with our kicked balls aching before he arrived - my guts were churning because i desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged, like the others. The piss on our bodies and faces dried in the sun, making us stink worse than ever. The farmer casually lit up a cigar, and went about his various tasks, occasionally coming out to make sure we were still at attention. Finally, in the distance we heard the sound of a car approaching along the dusty track to the farm. As it approached i could see it was driven by the Inspector accompanied by a couple of guards from the prison. The car swept into the yard, and its doors swung open: the Inspector and the guards got out as the farmer emerged from the cool shade of his house. The Inspector and the farmer shook hands and exchanged a few words as the farmer offered him and the two guards some freshly-made coffee (coffee! How i would have loved some right now to wash away the taste of the pissy, shitty gag in my mouth!). Eventually, the men came over to us, the prison pigs, and from what they were saying, i learned that the ex-guard and i were to be taken back to the prison, leaving the other two to work on the farm. The boot of the car was opened and the prison guards hustled the ex-guard and me to get in, which we did with some difficulty, as our hands were still manacled behind us. The space was very cramped, and it would only accommodate the two of us if we lay down like 'spoons', in foetal position, but with my face pressed into the guard's plugged ass and the back of his head up against my cock and balls. One of the guards then banged the lid of the boot shut. After a few more words, we heard the doors of the car open and shut, the engine start up, and then we moved off...
The atmosphere was stifling in the boot as the car drove along the bumpy track, and we both were dripping in sweat. Because of the cramped space, i could not move my face away from the ex-guard's whipped ass, and it was not long before a few farts managed to escape from his plugged hole (obviously he desperately needed a shit, like me). i groaned through my gag, but he just sniggered as i was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts. The car bumped along the deserted country roads with its load of filthy pigs in the back for about half an hour, till it finally drew to a halt - from the sounds of heavy iron gates opening and shutting coming from outside, it was obvious we were back at the prison. The doors of the car opened and banged shut, and we could hear the Inspector talking with the prison guards...
Suddenly the car boot was opened and we were ordered to get out of our stinking hole. This was virtually impossible, as we were both still manacled. So a couple of the guards manhandled us roughly out, marched us into the prison once more, along corridors of cells watched by the other prisoners, to the central reception area, where we were stood to attention, the piss-soaked gags still in our mouths. The Inspector looked us up and down, naked and stinking as we were, and casually lit up a cigar. As I mentioned, my companion the ex-guard, did not know that worse humiliation was to follow for his 'crime'...
After a few moments while the Inspector puffed on his cigar, the door to an inner room opened and two teenaged youths appeared, hustled forward by a guard - they were the ex-guard's sons...
The ex-guard groaned through his gag and tried to turn away, but he was held firmly in place by a couple of warders. The Inspector and the other guards smiled at the spectacle of the boys facing their own father - naked, gagged, manacled and, from the marks on his ass and legs, clearly beaten. The youths were clearly shocked, their eyes opening wide and their mouths falling open. The inspector spoke (I now understood and spoke their language), making an announcement to all the guards and the prisoners behind their bars: "This guard thought he was clever - he thought he could outsmart me - he stole my money. Under the law, prisoners can be hired out to earn their keep - they must work! You don't get a roof over your heads and food to eat for nothing - you ARE nothing, but if we HAVE to keep you alive, and that's a waste of good money in my opinion, then you will earn your bread...
But THIS guard stole the money that pays for your bread and shelter, so he will be punished in front of all of you, prisoners and guards. The punishment will be witnessed by his two brats, as a warning to them too..." The Inspector nodded to the guards who were holding him still to bend him over the table. They held him firmly down while another guard spread his legs and tied his ankles to the table legs, while the Inspector calmly puffed on his cigar...
Once he was firmly secured, the Inspector calmly unlocked the plug from his hole and pulled it out roughly, followed by a couple of farts and a bit of shit...
Then he and two other guards calmly took off their belts and, at a nod from the Inspector, began lashing at the man's back, buttocks and thighs (as if he had not been beaten enough!). He groaned through his piss-soaked gag as his two teenage sons watched in horror. They shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, trying not to look... but their eyes kept being drawn irresistibly back to the beating that never seemed to end...
What the Inspector did not know was that their father had always been quick to use the belt himself at home, in fact seemed to take rather too much pleasure in beating his sons' naked asses, and that they felt quite excited at the sight of him getting a taste of his own medicine...
They watched as their father's hairy ass wobbled and shook under the slashing belts... they could see his dirty asshole clearly since his legs were widely spread and tied to the table legs... and the helpless victim knew it, feeling ashamed and embarrassed knowing that his humiliation was being watched by the very lads he himself had beaten so regularly. Eventually, the lads gave up pretending to be embarrassed at the sight of their father's punishment, and stared unashamedly at his naked body, the red welts that covered his back, ass and legs, his cock and balls swinging between his spread legs, his sweaty, recently-fucked asshole (which I had had to clean up the night before after he was fucked by the farmer)...
In fact, I could see through their tightly-stretched pants (they were obviously growing fast) that their cocks had begun to stiffen...
After about quarter of an hour of punishment, the Inspector nodded to the other two to stop...
The poor man was sobbing like a child through his pissy gag and tears rolled down his cheeks. The Inspector quietly stubbed out his cigar on the man's beaten ass, as the farmer had done the night before, but this time on a different spot. The man screamed through his gag, but the boys' cocks continued to bulge through their overly-tight pants...
Clearly, they were enjoying the spectacle. Then the Inspector took out his stiff cock and nonchalantly rammed it up the ex-guard's hole and fucked him brutally, while the victim groaned again through his gag. It was not long before the Inspector grunted and shot his load up the victim's ass. He pulled out with a satisfied smirk and, turning towards me, snapped his fingers in a gesture that clearly meant
"GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN MY COCK"!
I dutifully did so, after my gag had been removed by one of the guards. The Inspector shoved his shit and spunk-smeared cock into my mouth for cleaning, which i did with alacrity, also licking his sweaty balls for good measure. When the Inspector was satisfied, he pulled his smelly cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in his trousers. He turned round to face the other guards and nodded to them to proceed likewise, giving the victim another two fuckings...
I was still kneeling, this time behind the Inspector's large, muscular ass, and stayed there until ordered otherwise. The big ass was only an inch from my nose, and I longed to bury my face in that sweaty trench, but did not dare to move. As I stared at the Inspector's ass I could hear the noises of the ex-guard being fucked hard and rough by the other two guards. From the corner of my eye I could see his two sons staring hard at the scene and gently rubbing their stiff cocks through their tight pants. The Inspector obviously noticed this too, because when the guards had finished with him, he invited the lads to fuck their father's ass. The Inspector moved away from me as I continued to kneel, and I could see that the lads were a bit uncertain, looking uncomfortably at one another. But, at a nod from the Inspector, the guards walked over to them, pulled off their sweaty shirts, pulled down their pants, and pushed them towards their father's ass, now well lubricated with the three men's jism. the lads' cocks were now harder than ever it seemed, so clearly the Inspector knew what he was doing. Since neither of them could decide who would go first, the Inspector shoved one of them right into the helpless victim's ass and nature took its course...
the lad guided his cock into the hot, glistening hole and shoved it in and out hard and fast. The man continued to groan even louder through his gag at the humiliation of being fucked by his own son in front of the other guards and prisoners...
It was not long before the youth shot his load into his father's guts, to be replaced by his brother who likewise did not take long to shoot his load. The Inspector patted them both on their naked shoulders, looking down at their shit-streaked cocks and nodding in my direction...
Once again my mouth was filled with the taste of the ex-guard's ass as my mouth was put to cock-cleaning duty again...
Once they were clean enough, the Inspector motioned me over to the ex-guard's fucked and beaten ass, for the final clean-up... I hobbled over on my knees, my hands still manacled behind me. The stink of shit, ass sweat and spunk assailed my nose as the Inspector pushed my face into the ex-guard's crack...
"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT AND STICK IT WHERE IT BELONGS!" he barked at me. I obeyed my Inspector, tasting the ass of the man who had once been my guard, mixed with the spunk of the Inspector, two guards and his two sons... there was a lot to swallow down, but I did my duty as the ex-guard's groans grew softer and changed in tone as his own cock began to swell, betraying the pleasure he was taking in my work...
When the Inspector was satisfied that I had done enough, he ordered the guards to shove me back in my cell and released the ex-guard from the table. The two guards who had held him down by his shoulders stood him up to face his sons. The worst humiliation of all perhaps, since his big smelly cock was hard as iron now after my tongue had been up his shit-chute, and he could not hide it from the two lads as his hands were also still manacled behind him. They stared at it in fascination as they fumbled to put their clothes back on...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Inspector looked down at the ex-guard's stiff cock and his face darkened... After all, the idea was to punish and humiliate him, but my tongue had done its work up his shithole, and he could no longer control his urges...
The Inspector approached the ex-guard menacingly and slapped his face several times, then spoke very quietly to him, so that we could not hear him (I was now back in the stinking cell with the other prisoners). I don't know what he said, but the ex-guard started pleading with the Inspector, begging him to be released, tears in his eyes, his cock now subsiding...
But the Inspector just slapped his face again and laughed as two guards dragged him towards our barred cell, still manacled, unlocked the door and shoved the man in, locking the door behind him again. His two teenage sons were told to go and, as they approached the outside door, they looked back at their father, smiling, knowing that it would be some time before he would be home again, ready to beat them in his usual way. Would he ever do it again? After all, his ass had been beaten in front of their very eyes and their cocks had been up his shithole... and they had fucked him like an animal. How could he exert any authority over them now?
The thought that he would probably never beat them again comforted them as they went towards the outer prison gates. The guards started smirking and sniggering as they approached the guardroom, knowing what the boys had done to their former colleague. The boys shared the joke, grinning back at the guards, who patted them on the shoulder, now smiling and laughing openly, and invited them into the guardroom for schnapps. The boys were a bit nervous at first, looking at one another anxiously... but the three big guards were very friendly, so they didn't think they would have anything to fear.
Once they were inside, they heard the door close behind them as one of the guards produced a bottle of locally distilled alcohol, which he uncorked and passed to the boys, along with a packet of cigarettes. The lads took a swig from the bottle, spluttering a bit, since it was very strong, and lit up a cigarette. The bottle passed round from guard to guard, and back to the boys again. The guards laughed and joked about what had happened, asking the lads how they felt about it.
The boys, rather embarrassed, replied that it felt good, watching their father's ass getting thrashed so hard, since their father used to beat them so often that the marks would remain on their asses for days afterwards...
"Let's see!" said one of the guards.
The boys became a bit nervous, but the alcohol had its effect and one of the brothers dropped his pants and pulled up his shirt, giggling, to reveal the blue stripes on his well-whipped ass. One of the guards emitted a low whistle, admiring the boy's full, round buttocks. Encouraged by this admiration, his brother dropped his own pants, revealing a pair of equally full, round buttocks, also well striped from their father's last beating a few days ago.
The boys looked at each other nervously, having observed the growing bulges in the front of the guards' pants, which they were rubbing gently...
The lads were not so drunk that they didn't realise what was going on, and they started to pull their pants back up again, but the guards insisted that they keep them down, whispering something to each other about the English prisoner. One of the three guards was dispatched to go and get him...
The lads were hesitant, knowing what these men could do (and did). Two of the guards gestured for them to step out of their pants and remove their shirts. They were embarrassed, because the brown skid marks were clearly visible in the back of their pants, which was often pushed up the crack of their asses because they had really outgrown them and their father could not afford to buy them new ones. Their pants were not washed very often, because their mother only did the washing once a month and their T-shirts were very sweaty and grubby, too.
The two remaining guards suddenly grabbed the boys, whose intoxication prevented them from putting up much of a struggle. Each guard sat down with one of the lads on his lap and started fondling them obscenely, locking their mouths on the naked boys' lips, holding them in a vice-like grip with one arm and feeling their cocks and assholes with the other hand. The boys tried to pull away, but the sweaty guards were much stronger than they were, so their struggles were pretty pathetic, and only served to excite the men further...
Eventually, the boys gave up, submitting to what they knew was coming (they had after all seen it often enough in their young lives. The guards were even more aroused to know that they had the sons of their ex-colleague in their grip, naked and now submissive, that they were going to fuck the shit out of their fat little asses, that their father could do nothing about it, being locked up with the other prisoners, who would no doubt abuse him again and again.
As the guards' tongues forced their way into their mouths, the guards' hands groping their cocks and fingering their assholes, the boys knew that their father could not come to their rescue, since he too was now a low-life prisoner, no doubt having his ass and mouth used as a repository for the other prisoners' sperm and God only knew what else...
By the time the third guard returned with the naked, hairless English prisoner, his hands cuffed behind his back as usual, the boys were being bent over the table in the guardroom, ready to be buggered. The guards kicked their legs apart, undid their belts, pulled down their trousers over their big asses and spat on their hard, stinking cocks, and started to push them into the boys' smooth, pink holes. The alcohol helped them to relax, but still the guards' cocks were just a bit too long and fat for their holes. They started yelling, standing up involuntarily, but the big strong hands of their violators just pushed them back down again, groping and feeling their smooth bodies, pinching and twisting their nipples. They felt the hard, insistent cocks of the guards pushing further and further into them as they yelled and groaned, begging them: "Take it out! Take it out!"
But that was not going to happen... The boys could do nothing but submit to the invasion of their bodies, their shit channels opened up and stretched beyond endurance. One of the guards was fucking slowly, savouring the tight, sucking boyhole round his insistent, powerful cock. The other was more brutal, pistoning in and out of his young victim, who was thrashing around wildly, but pinned down by the invading weapon in his ass. His bowels were helplessly opened up by that weapon, and inevitably the shit started forcing its way out over the guard's cock and out of his ravaged hole. The English prisoner could smell the shit as it started to coat the guard's cock and balls, but it only seemed to excite the guard more, as he drove in and out fast and furiously.
The other guard looked down at his colleague's shitty cock and suddenly got more excited, deciding that he too wanted to make his victim open up his shit chute... So he started driving his cock into the boy's hole much faster than before, causing the lad to start yelling again (his yells had subsided to occasional groaning as his hole began to get used to being invaded by the man's cock). The technique had the desired effect: the boy's guts were no longer in his control -- they started churning and he could feel his shit forcing its way out, knowing that it was now coating his guard's cock. The smell was making him not only embarrassed, but nauseous... but there was absolutely nothing the boys could do, except let go and take it...
The third guard looked on at his colleagues' asses moving back and forth as they plunged into their victims, the smell of their shit hanging heavy in the air. He slowly unzipped his pants, without pulling them down, and got out his cock and slowly started playing with it. The English prisoner could smell the sweat, dried piss and cock cheese as he knelt quietly on the floor beside him. As he played with his filthy cock, the guard casually grabbed the prisoner's head, pulled it into his ass and farted... twice. He continued to hold the prisoner's face up against his big ass, encased in its well-worn uniform trousers, forcing him to breathe in the stink of his guts, which the English prisoner had by now got used to.
Then the third guard casually turned slightly (he wanted to continue watching the action of the others), pulled the prisoner's head by the neck away from his ass and on to his now hard dick, slick with precum and cheese. The prisoner opened his mouth dutifully, as he had done on so many other occasions, accepting the foul member as the guard face-fucked him brutally, excited by the buggering of the boys by his colleagues.
The boys' yells had now subsided to an occasional groan, and all that could be heard was the slapping of their tormentors' thighs as they banged against their buttocks. Their movements got faster and faster as they neared their climax, till finally first one guard then the other, almost simultaneously, spewed their spunk up the boys' shit-chutes, drilling in all the way up to the hilt, which made the lads yell again. The two guards lay atop the naked boys, shuddering as their spurting cocks began to subside.
The third guard pulled his throbbing cock out of the prisoner's mouth and wanked it till he spurted his cum all over the prisoner's face, leaving the last few drops to form new cheese and shoving his cock back into his trousers. Since the prisoner was still handcuffed, he could not wipe the spuge off his face, so it slowly dripped down, and would eventually dry off, leaving him stinking of his guard's dried spunk.
The other two guards slowly pulled out of the boys' now well-stretched holes, from which more shit was oozing out, mixed with their cock-slime. Their cocks were well-coated with the boys' shit, and, at a snap of their fingers, the prisoner knew his duty -- to clean off the boys' filth with his mouth and tongue: failure to do a good job of it would result in yet another beating, so the prisoner licked and sucked vigorously, swallowing down the boys' shit and the guards' cock juices...
The lads started to stand up slowly and painfully, but the guards just pushed them down again, which made them fear that more was to follow, but it was for their own benefit: the prisoner's face was pushed into their shitty asscracks to perform the same cleaning duties he had done for the guards' cocks.
The stink of shit, sweat and sperm assailed the prisoner's nose as his face was shoved into first one, then the other crack. But the prisoner knew his duty, and his tongue dove into their ravaged holes as shit and spunk oozed its way out into his mouth. One of the guards pulled the prisoner's head away from the ass he was cleaning, to check if he had done a good job... it wasn't that good (there was so much filth to clean up), but it would do, so his head was then shoved into the adjacent ass to clean up. Both lads groaned appreciatively as they felt the prisoner's tongue pushing its way into their stretched and throbbing holes. This at least was some consolation for the humiliation and degradation they had endured.
Finally, the prisoner was kicked to the ground by one of the guards when it seemed he had done enough. The boys slowly stood up, looking at each other nervously as the guards threw their dirty, sweaty clothes at them and told them to get dressed. As they did so, the third guard spoke to them quietly:
"Your father -- he beats you, yes?" The boys nodded, embarrassed.
"He is coming out of jail in a couple of weeks, and he's going to be real mad. I think he's gonna beat the shit out of you two, for no reason... just 'cos he's mad. You can imagine what the other prisoners are doing to him right now, can't you?" Again the youths nodded nervously...
"But we can make sure he leaves you alone..." The boys were getting more nervous now, half-guessing what the deal would be...
"Would you like that?" The youths looked at one another, not knowing what to say...
"I SAID: DO YOU WANT US TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T BEAT YOU AGAIN?" Again, the boys hesitated to answer...
"OK," the guard began with a sigh: "Your problem... now fuck off!" With that, the guard went to the door of the guardroom, grabbing one of the boys by the neck and shoving him along, opened the door and pushed him out, snapping his fingers to the other youth and gesturing him to follow his brother. The youth slowly obeyed, and exited the door. But he was beginning to have second thoughts... he turned round to speak to the guard, but the door was slammed in his face.
He spoke to his brother: "Look, if they can stop the fucker thrashing us - you know what it's like every weekend, when he comes home drunk as usual and thrashes us, Friday, Saturday and especially Sunday. Maybe the deal's not so bad... having a cock up our shitholes is better than the belt and cane, isn't it?"
"We could just run away..."
"Yeah, but we're not sixteen yet, and he's a cop -- he would know how to find us, then we'd be in even deeper shit..."
"Suppose so..."
"Whichever way you look at it, we're fucked, at least till we're sixteen... and I'll be sixteen a year before you are..."
With a sigh, his brother nodded... "OK, let's see what the deal is -- but you know they're gonna want to fuck shit out of us, regular and often, don't ya?"
"Sure, but like I said, it's better than getting beat up every single weekend, isn't it?"
"OK, OK, let's find out what these fuckers want..."
The elder brother knocked tentatively at the guardroom door...
One of the guards yelled from inside: "FUCK OFF, YOU HAD YER CHANCE!!!"
"P-please," the elder brother pleaded, "we just wanna talk..."
"WHAT COULD YOU LITTLE FUCKERS SAY THAT COULD POSSIBLY INTEREST US?!" yelled the voice from within...
"We... we wanna know what the deal is. I mean, you said something about stopping our dad beating us..." The youths looked nervously at one another...
There was silence, during which they could hear groaning, obviously from the prisoner they still had inside... Then they heard footsteps as one of the men came to the door and opened it...
"SO? WHAT D'YA WANT?"
"We wanna know what the deal is... I mean, you said..."
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!!!"
"But... but what do we have to do if you stop the beatings?" Finally, the glowering guard began to smile...
"Come on lads, you're not stupid. You KNOW what we want -- or do I have to spell it out to you?"
The youths nodded slowly...
"OK, get your asses in here and we'll make things VERY clear..."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
As he spoke, the guard moved aside, opening the door wider and with a nod, beckoned the youths in.
They entered the guardroom again, hesitantly, hearing the door being closed behind them... They were astonished to see one of the guards with his trousers down, squatting on the face of the English prisoner. From the smell and the satisfied grunts of the guard it was obvious he was taking a dump on the prisoner's face, and it was clear that the prisoner was chewing and swallowing the guard's shit... The youths were horrified but fascinated ...
"Yeah," the guard said nonchalantly, closing the door behind him. "The toilet facilities round here ain't too good, so we use the prisoners..."
"So what does the little fucker want now?" asked the guard who was taking a dump.
"He wants to know what the deal is," came the reply, with a smile on the guard's unshaven face.
"Does he now?" said the guard, standing up from the prostrate, handcuffed prisoner and pulling up his uniform trousers, not too worried about whether his asshole had been thoroughly cleaned or not...
"Well, the deal is this," he said, walking towards the youths as he stuffed his cock into his trousers and pulled up the zip: "The Inspector will get a court order putting you into our custody at weekends for your protection. That should take about a month or so. Your fucker of a father will be out in a month. Every Friday afternoon, at five sharp, you will report here. You will go home on Monday morning when your father reports in for duty. You see? No matter how drunk he gets on Friday, Saturday or Sunday, you won't be around - you'll be here, and there's nothing he can do about it... you'll be safe with us! Now, isn't that a good deal?"
The youths nodded hesitantly... but it seemed too good to be true.
"So, that's it? You protect us from him and look after us every weekend?"
The guard slowly lit up a cigarette and smiled...
"Well, there is one other thing: while you're here, your asses are ours! You do whatever we want, whenever we want, and however we want. No ifs, buts or any shit like that..."
The boys already knew that it would be something like that, but the elder brother was worried...
"Will... will we have to do THAT...?" he asked, pointed to the prisoner still lying on the ground, his mouth and nose streaked with shit...
The guard laughed... "No, that's for prisoners only. Sometimes prisoners have to service other prisoners -- what they do to each other is not our concern -- but they ALWAYS have to service the guards..."
"You mean, they eat your shit?"
"... and drink our piss..."
The youth was incredulous, his eyes widening...
"But you won't have to do that -- in fact, they'll have to service you too..."
The youth's face brightened up: "So, we... we do... what you want -- what does that mean?"
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid! Do I have to spell that out for you too?"
The lad nodded slowly...
"You come here on Friday afternoon, as I said. You take off those filthy rags you're wearing and hand them over. You stay naked all weekend, ready to suck, lick, get fucked and generally be good boys, doing what you're told whenever you're told. You get your rags back on Monday morning and fuck off home. You return at five the following Friday, reporting for duty... Is that clear enough? Think about it - this is your last chance, otherwise your fucker of a father will be coming home in a month ready to beat the living daylights out of you, all weekend and every weekend after that, especially after what the fuckin' prisoners will have done to him by then... So say yes NOW or fuck off... and I mean NOW -- you got five seconds!"
The youths looked at one another, alarmed, as the guard counted backwards...
"... three, two..."
"OK, OK... it's a deal!"
"You both agree on that?" the guard asked, nonchalantly sucking on his cigarette...
Both youths nodded...
"OK, we'll get the court order sorted out. When it comes, we'll come to collect you from home for the first time, then you get your fat little asses here by yourselves after that. Remember, if you fail to cooperate, we'll just tear up the court order and hand you back to the tender mercies of your dad. Agreed?"
"Agreed," the elder youth reluctantly replied, his asshole twitching at the prospect of being ravaged again by these men. He knew from his father's stories how the guards treated the prisoners, so he knew it was going to be no picnic when they offered up their naked bodies to their lusts and perverted desires every weekend... but it was still better than what awaited them every weekend after their father had been drinking.
The guard slowly stubbed out his cigarette and spoke quietly to the lad:
"If you wanna make life easier for your asshole, keep sticking something up it during the week to stretch it, `cos some of us have VERY big cocks, and after all, we don't wanna damage our fucktoys now, do we?"
The youth nodded, blushing: "I guess so..."
"Or," the guard continued, "we could start next weekend instead of waiting for the court order. That way, your holes won't get too tight -- after all, it could be a month or more before the court order comes in..."
The lads looked at one another, not knowing what to say. Then the younger one spoke:
"We, er... we'll wait..."
"SIR!" the guard barked.
"We'll wait... sir..." the youth mumbled.
"WHAT? CAN'T HEAR YA BOY!"
"We'll wait, Sir," the youth repeated.
"Remember, boy: when you're round us, every guard is SIR to you -- got it? When you're sixteen -- which won't be too long now -- you can fuck off and never come back again. But when you're in the custody of the court -- and that means US -- you remember your place. Every man here is SIR, superior to you in every way -- except the prisoners of course... they are the lowest form of life here..." as the guard spoke, he slowly spat on the face of the English prisoner, who was still lying on the floor.
"OK, so you'll wait," the guard said, a faint smile playing on his lips...
The youth could not know that the man was already hatching a plot to 'encourage' the youths to come for their `exercise' sooner, rather than later...
"Right, fuck off now, and remember to keep your holes stretched, if you wanna save yourselves some pain next time we meet!"
"Yes Sir," the youths almost whispered, embarrassed and blushing, knowing that their private parts would no longer be their own, to be used by these men for the next year or so till they could leave home and get away from their brutal father.
They walked hesitantly towards the door, knowing the guards were looking at their asses, which had just been fucked by them and which would be fucked many more times...
"Well, what do you say?" the guard asked...
"What d'ya mean... Sir" the elder youth asked.
"Don't you want to thank me for helping you?"
"I don't know what you mean...Sir..."
The guard approached the youth and placed his big hands on the lad's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye:
"Aren't you grateful that you're not gonna get the shit beaten out of ya every weekend?"
"Y-yes... Sir..."
"And..." the guard almost whispered... "aren't you grateful that we are taking the trouble to show you how to make a man feel good, so that when you are men you will know to make your woman pleasure you, or of course... somebody like you...?"
The youth looked the man in the eye, blushing...
"Yes, Sir," he replied, also nearly whispering.
The guard suddenly grabbed the youth's face between his big hands and planted his thick lips on the lad's mouth, kissing him gently at first, but then more urgently. The youth was at first disgusted, but the guard's grip was so strong he couldn't pull away. All he could do was yield to the guard's hot lips and insistent tongue as it probed its way between his own lips and into his mouth. This feeling of powerlessness repulsed him, yet the heat of the guard's lips and tongue was somehow electric, and his own lips began to throb in response, his own tongue began to wrestle with the guard's in his mouth. The guard's spit also began to fill his mouth and he had to swallow if he was not to choke.
The youth could not control his feelings as the big guard wrapped his arms round him, feeling his ass, but never unlocking his hot, spit-slick lips from the youth's mouth. He felt his cock begin to harden, his recently-ravaged shithole twitching as the big man pushed his big hand inside the back of his trousers, a finger searching out the cleft between his buttocks and finding his shitter.
This whole thing was disgusting, repulsive... but his cock betrayed him: the guard knew he had the youth right where he wanted him... He suddenly pulled back a little, yanked the lad's trousers down and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the youth exposed, naked from the nipples down, his arms and head restricted and hidden inside his pulled-up shirt... and his cock hard, dripping with precum, jutting out proudly... and helplessly.
The youth's muffled groans from inside his shirt as he tried to untangle himself only added to the amusement of all three guards.
The guard who had brought him to this level of excitement, had caused the youth's cock to harden involuntarily, had exposed him even to his own brother, not to mention the other guards -- this guard suddenly grabbed the boy from behind, keeping his head and arms firmly entangled in his shirt with one hand, and jerking his throbbing cock with the other. The lad tried to pull away at first, but at a certain moment suddenly just let himself sink back against the body of the big guard as he felt his cock being wanked and wanked until he his spunk suddenly shot out, splattering on to the belly of the English prisoner lying at his feet. The lad's groans could be heard from the confines of his shirt within which his head and arms were locked... but they were not groans of pain or humiliation, but of pleasure. Of course he was revolted at the thought of being exposed and wanked like this, but the fact that he liked it filled him with horror. He had liked the guard's hot lips and probing tongue; he liked like the guard's big hand probing his ass... and he had liked the guard's big hand on his cock, holding him helpless as he jerked it till he came, spurting his juice shamelessly everywhere, in front of everyone, guards and brother alike.
The guard spoke softly in the lad's ear, still holding him tight and keeping the shirt over his head and arms:
"So, what's it to be? You still wanna wait for the court order... or you gonna come here next weekend?"
The youth's cock, still dripping cum, but now no longer jutting out from his naked torso, was slowly subsiding with an occasional twitch as he mumbled through the shirt:
"Ymmmmmmpppppphhh..."
"What's that? Can't hear ya boy..."
"Ymmmmmppphhh Shhhhrrrrrrr...!"
The guard slowly released his gip on the youth, pulling down his shirt and allowing him to pull up his trousers. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed to hell that all three men and his brother had seen him kissed, groped and wanked... and that he had not resisted. The guard who had wanked him put a big hand on his shoulder and walked him to the door...
"So, we have a deal?" he asked. The youth looked up, directly in the man's eyes...
"When...?" he whispered softly.
"When what?
"When... Sir..." The guard smiled, still hatching his plan.
"In two weeks..."
The youth felt a bit disappointed, he needed to be with these guys who had fucked him and wanked him, especially the one who had wanked him. But he could wait...
"Now fuck off the pair of ya!"
The lads left, hearing the door bang shut behind them as they walked along the dusty road in the direction of home...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The guard slammed the door to the guardhouse and turned, looking down at the English prisoner, stilly lying dutifully on the floor, his hands cuffed uncomfortably under his back, the ring through his cock locked to the ring in his navel, the rings through his tits glinting in the early evening sun filtering through the shutters. That prisoner, of course, was me (i am writing this account at the Inspector's orders), and i had observed everything that had transpired between the three guards and the youths. They had been shocked when they first saw me -- I was stripped and shaved, like all the prisoners, which they knew was customary here... but they were perhaps shocked to see the rings through my tits, navel and cock. The youths knew that prisoners could expect no mercy whatsoever here -- their own father had made that very clear to them many times. But still, seeing a man close up whose ass had clearly been thrashed hard (from the black and blue stripes across it) and whose cock was secured by a ring through the head of it to his navel, handcuffed and defenceless, being used as a toilet by the guards was... shocking. i knew i had been brought here because one of the guards needed a dump, but i did not expect to see the sons of the guard who was currently being punished and treated like one of us. i felt strangely embarrassed at my nakedness, my exposed cock, locked to my navel, my tits ringed and sticking out from my pectorals obscenely... and the fact that they had seen me with my face buried under the guard's big ass, clearly doing toilet duty...
The youths were not there when i entered the guardhouse -- i only heard the knock at the door after i was already in position and doing my duty...
When i entered the small room, the guard who needed a dump started undoing his belt and nodded for me to lie on the floor. i of course knew what was coming, and lay down and waited for the guard to stand with his boots on either side of my shoulders, crouch down and spread his big ass over my face. Of course, his crack was unwashed and rank as hell, but i had got used to that and just lay there as he spread his big ass over my face, centring his shitter right over my mouth and forcing my jaw open with his weight. After two or three stinking farts had blasted their way into my mouth and nose, i felt the first turd pushing its way into my open mouth... since my jaw was held open by his weight, i could not bite it, and could do nothing but let it fill my mouth, being squashed into every available space as it forced its way out of his filthy hole. i heard a knock at the door, and the voices of the two youths and one of the guards, saying something about a "deal"...
Satisfied with his dump, the guard stood up, pulling up his trousers over his big, still dirty ass and fastening his belt.
i chewed dutifully, though with my mouth so full it was not easy, and some of the guard's shit escaped round my lips. When i had chewed and swallowed it down, i tried to lick around my lips, so as not to offend the guards with the stink of shit unconsumed. As i did this, i overheard the conversation about the "deal" with the two lads. i heard their astonished reaction to me being used as toilet, and again felt ashamed and embarrassed, lying there with streaks of shit around my mouth as they stared at me.
The conversation and action proceeded as described in the previous chapter...
[i break off here, because one of the Inspector's friends needs a piss after all the drinking they've been doing... i am yanked by the chain through my tit rings to my knees, so that my mouth can do its duty...]
[apparently i did not do my duty satisfactorily, and have been given 20 strokes of the cane on my poor ass... the caning excited the others so much that they both fucked me hard, making me clean up their cocks afterwards in customary fashion with my tongue and mouth... the throbbing pain in my ass is beginning to subside now, but i was crying like a baby as they fucked me... my eyes were still full of tears afterwards, and i could not write any more, but the Inspector's belt on my back and shoulders was very persuasive...]
i have described the whole scene between the guard and the youth, and as it unfolded my cock began to stiffen and strain against the rings locking it to my navel. The other guards sniggered when they saw what was happening to my cock, and one of them came over to me, spat in my face and placed the sole of his boot on my face, turning it sideways and pressing it down on the floor, so that i could not see what was going on. He then used his nightstick to bash my balls a few times to make my cock go down... obviously this prisoner was not allowed to have any pleasure ... i groaned under the guard's boot as the pain shot up from my helpless bollocks, but he knew his work and inflicted the maximum pain without totally destroying my balls. i began to cry under the sole of his boot, but the guard who had dumped on me yelled out:
"Shut that fucker's mouth, I'm trying to have a discussion here!!!"
The guard's boot was lifted from my face and pushed my face to look upwards into the guard's, as he sneered down at me. He spoke quietly...
"If you want to keep your fuckin' balls, you better shurrup...". After he had spoken he calmly spat into my open, whimpering mouth. i knew he meant what he said -- that he would bash my bollocks with his night-stick till they were obliterated, turning me into a eunuch. i was afraid -- my balls were the only thing left that reminded me of the man that i once was. With them gone, i would no longer exist as a man; I would just be an object for use and abuse by other, real men with fully-functioning cocks and balls; I would be the object of their aggression, their rage, their disgusting desires...
"Y-yes Sir," i mumbled through my tears, swallowing down the spit he had dropped into my open mouth.
i lay quietly, soiled and violated, my bollocks throbbing, as the conversation unfolded between the youths and the guard who had dumped on me. Eventually, the youths left and the door was slammed behind them. The three guards resumed their conversation over the rest of the schnapps, casually lighting up cigarettes and discussing what they would do with the lads when they came back, laughing at the prospect of fucking their colleague's sons. One of the guards turned and looked sneeringly down at me:
"I think I need a fuck again, ..." he said, his voice thick with lust...
"Get up here, you fuckin' piece of shit!"
i slowly got up, though it was not easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back. The guard roughly bent me over the desk, kicking my legs apart...
"God, you stink! But hell, what do I care? You're just a low-life piece of prison shit..." As he said this, he was spitting on his no doubt filthy cock and shoving it brutally up my shithole. He took me hard and fast, squirting his man-juice deep inside me. When his shuddering orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of me, turned me round, pushed me to my knees and stuffed cock, streaked with spunk and shit, into my mouth for cleaning. When i had done my duty, he pulled me to my feet by the chain through my tits, dragged me to the door, opened it and shoved me out...
"Get back to your stye, pig! You know the way...!" i heard him and the other guards sniggering as i walked back towards the cell block. My balls were still throbbing, my mouth still tasted of shit and my asshole was leaking shit and spunk as i made my way back to the cell block in the evening twilight, to await god only knew how much more abuse at the hands of these men, guards and prisoners alike...
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I walked slowly through the so-called “exercise” yard, naked and handcuffed with my tits ringed and chained, my cock ringed and locked to the ring in my navel, trying to stop my battered balls banging on my legs as I walked… i shuddered as i passed the whippingpost, remembering all the men, my fellow prisoners, who had been tied to it naked with their hands above their heads and flogged without mercy till they screamed through the leather gag that had been shoved in their mouths and secured with rope behind their necks…
I approached the jail block entrance door: it was closed and i could not knock, with my hands cuffed behind me, so i just stood at the side of the door with my face dutifully facing the wall, at attention, waiting for a guard to come out and throw me back in my cell.
After a while, the door opened and several guards came out: I did not look at them, but kept facing the wall, as I knew I should. They paid no attention to me, but just kept on walking, chatting and joking between themselves. Of course, they knew why I had been let out of the cell and taken to the guardroom (to do toilet duty), but there was no escape from this place, and they knew that eventually one of the other guards would throw me back in the cell…
By now my bladder was bursting and I couldn’t hold it any longer… since my cock was locked to the ring in my navel, I could only piss over my belly and chest as it spurted upwards, only to run down again over my crotch and bollocks, dribbling down the inside of my legs. Some more of the guard’s spunk leaked out of my hole again, in spite of my attempts to hold it back. But I no longer had control of my hole any more: I was nothing more than a prison pig…
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the new guards coming on night duty. As they came near me, one of them hit my abused ass with his stick, laughing and ordering me inside. He stood aside, ushering me in with mock politeness... then he kicked my backside so hard I stumbled forward, only brought to a halt by the sergeant's desk, over which I ended up bent over. As I attempted to stand up again, i felt the guard's hand push down on my neck, so that i was bent over again. He kicked my legs apart as i heard him unfasten his belt and pull down his uniform trousers over his fat ass. i heard him spit on his no doubt filthy cock and then i felt him shove it up my hole hard. Luckily, there was a bit of spunk left from my previous fucking to lube my shit chute a bit...
But this guy's cock was much bigger than the previous guard's, and i could only groan as my hole was stretched to breaking point. My groaning seemed to excite him further, and his 1 thrusting grew more urgent and violent, plunging into me deeper and deeper and stretching my hole impossibly wide. Finally, he squirted his man-juice deep into my guts, shuddering on top of me briefly. Then he roughly pulled his huge weapon out of me, threw me to my knees and made me suck and lick the filthy thing clean. I could feel his spunk leaking out of my hole and tried to squeeze it shut, but his weapon had stretched me so far it was impossible. Fortunately, the solution was simple: after he was satisfied i had done a good job, he pulled me to my feet by the chain through my tits, bent me over the table again and produced a but plug - it wasn't my usual one, but a bigger one - which, when i saw out of the corner of my eye, i didn't believe would ever go in... but his determined pushing (totally ignoring my groans) and the slime and shit already in there did their work. Once it was in, he simply padlocked a chain through the ring in the end of the plug, up my crack up to and around the chain round my waist (which went through my navel ring), pulling it back down again so that the two ends of the chain hung between my legs. It was a matter of seconds before he turned me over, pulled up the two loose ends of the chain either side of my imprisoned cock and locked them to my waist chain. One of the other guards starting whispering to my fucker, causing them both to snigger and laugh…
I was feeling scared, not knowing what other degradation they had in store for me, but I soon found out…
They went and hauled out one of the prisoners from the cell: he was a smallish guy and had been plugged the same way as i was. They dragged him over to the desk, bent him over it, unlocked the chain securing his plug in place, and pulled it out roughly, causing the man to yelp (which only made them laugh more). I was once more forced to my knees and my face was shoved into the prisoner’s backside, now streaked with shit because the plug had been pulled out so roughly.
“You! Pig! Clean him up!”
The stink of his shitty ass was foul, as were the farts he let go when my tongue probed his hole for cleaning duty. Then the guard pulled my face away from the prisoner's ass and shoved the plug that had been up inside that shitter into my mouth, pushing as far in as he could. Fortunately, it was smaller than mine (since the prisoner was a short guy), but still, it nearly choked me. The prisoner's shit was all over it - God only knows how long it had been up there - and now it was dissolving in my spit and trickling down my throat (with my tongue pressed down by the plug I could barely swallow). The guard then wound a leather belt round my head twice, fastening it and holding the shitty plug securely in place…
I was bristling with metal, my mouth was gagged with a shitty plug and my shithole was now well and truly plugged with an impossibly big plug. It felt very heavy in my ass as he pushed me towards the outside door again, but the chains meant it would only come out when the guards bothered to unlock it – certainly not for my comfort, but just because they wanted to fuck me, or watch me being fucked by the other prisoners. I wondered why i was being shoved outside again, but since my mouth was gagged with “shorty’s” butt plug i was not in a position to ask (not that I had any right to, anyway). The guard stood me once more at the side of the door, facing the wall, ordering me to stand to attention. Then he went inside, leaving me alone – naked, fucked, plugged and gagged, with my hands still cuffed behind me. 2 I looked down at my ringed and chained nipples, cock and navel and thought: if any of the guards was really pissed off with me, he could yank on the chains and rip the rings out of my tits, cock and navel if he wanted to. I was so completely vulnerable and helpless, all I could do was obey and please every single one of the men in this hideous place, prisoner or guard. As I contemplated my miserable situation, I heard the sounds of several vehicles drawing up to the prison gates, which opened to allow them in. Facing the wall, I could not see who had arrived, but I soon found out…
From the conversations going on behind my back I could tell it was someone important, together with the sounds of a woman's voice and some teenagers. i shivered in embarrassment that i was standing there, naked and cuffed with my shithole plugged, totally exposed...
i learned later that it was the mayor of some local village, his wife and two teenage sons on an official visit to the prison. At a certain point, I was ordered to turn round, which embarrassed me even more, since they would all see my chained tits and cock… but I had of course no choice, and instantly obeyed, to avoid further punishment. I turned to see that indeed the party consisted of the mayor, his wife and two teenage boys, aged about fifteen I guessed. They stared a bit uncomfortably at me, the boys especially intensely. I quickly looked down to avoid eye contact, as a prison pig should. The guard casually explained that this prisoner had been selected for “special” treatment, to which the mayor replied that he was glad to see that discipline was being rigorously enforced here, with no nonsense about leniency. The mayor’s wife was more specific: she wanted to see discipline being meted out, if possible. The guard replied that of course this could be easily arranged. The mayor’s sons sniggered at the prospect…
As I stood listening to their chatting, I could feel spunk leaking out of my hole round the plug and starting to dribble down between my legs to the underside of my ball sack. I hoped they would not come too close to me, because may face surely stank of shit and my body of sweat and piss. I amazed myself that i could care about these people's feelings, while they were talking so casually about wanting to see a prisoner being punished, but i continued to stand to attention as instructed, with my ringed nipples thrust out proudly and my cock pulled up vertically and locked to my navel, totally exposed to the gaze of the official party…
Finally, they went inside. After they had all gone in, the final guard ordered me to turn round and face the wall again, smiling and telling me in a low voice that i was "going to get it..."
I would have asked why, but of course, with “Shorty’s” butt plug jammed into my mouth I was in no position to speak, even if I dared to ask (which in itself would have resulted in a beating). The guard smacked my ass with his big hand and entered the prison, closing the door behind him. As I stood there, I shivered in anticipation of what they would do to me to “entertain” the mayor, his wife and teenage sons - it would at the very least be a caning on my already battered buttocks, but it might even be a full flogging here in the yard, at the whipping post which stood so menacingly in the middle of it. Being punished in front of the guards and the other prisoners was one thing, but being so degraded in front of "respectable" people like this was something else – i had never known such humiliation...
i had reached new depths of degradation... the last vestiges of my pride and self-respect would now be taken away from me… 3 4 I heard another car enter the prison gates, though of course i dared not look round. I heard a door opening… footsteps in the dusty gravel… then a hand on my shoulder… it was the Inspector. Again, I did not turn round, but remained at attention facing the wall, with my mouth and asshole still plugged…
“The Mayor and his family are here on an official visit…” he said softly behind me, stroking my buttocks…
“They want to see… everything…” this last word he almost whispered.
“… and that includes punishment…” I half knew what he was going to say, but I dreaded it nevertheless…
“... I want you flogged, as a demonstration of how I run things here!” My heart sank – how could I take even more punishment than I had already endured? 'My’ Inspector could degrade me, fuck me, make me his toilet… this I would gladly take, but to be flogged in front of the Mayor, his wife and two sons till I screamed like a stuck pig through my gag…
I began to cry softly though only soft groans came out of my mouth, gagged as it was with the butt plug that had been up “Shorty’s” shithole.
“I want this,” the Inspector said softly…
“… because you gave yourself to me, to this life… and I want you,” he said.
This last statement pierced me like a bullet: it was the first time he had ever expressed any feeling about me! My heart was pounding…
“We have been very cruel to you, and the more they do to you, the more I want you… The more the other prisoners and guards degrade you and do unspeakable things to you, the more I want them to… and the more I want you ... Do you understand?" I nodded, still facing the wall dutifully.
This 'tenderness' on his part just brought more tears to my eyes... and it was then that i knew i loved him.
“So, I will have you flogged severely in front of the official party… and when they have gone, I will fuck you harder than ever before, because seeing you suffer makes me want to fill you with my seed. I hate you because you make me want you! I fuck the other prisoners, but they are just dogs… you are different: there is something about you that I desire more than anything, and yet I hate you for it. That is why I want to have you punished so much. When they crucified you, I wished you would die… and if you had died, no-one would care. Yet I let you live, because I need you… for the rest of your life, I will be your worst nightmare, but I know you love me for this. I know …” he said softly.
Of course, it was true, how could I deny it? My own cock betrayed me (I could not hide it, since I was permanently naked). The devil in the Inspector’s heart had claimed me for his own. If the Inspector had been Satan himself, i would still have surrendered to him…
“So,” he continued,
“are you ready to suffer for me?” In tears, I nodded slowly, knowing how viciously the whip would cut into my back, buttocks and legs... knowing that the Mayor, his wife and two sons would be watching as i screamed and struggled at the whipping-post... but i had yielded up my soul to this man... and my sufferings would please him and make him want me more. i would be proud to suffer for him...
The Inspector abruptly opened the door and went in, leaving me alone, facing the wall once more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
After what seemed like hours, but was only about twenty minutes, I heard voices and movement just inside the door, which was eventually flung open, and the Mayor, his wife and sons emerged, the boys chattering excitedly and sniggering as they passed me, still facing the wall. A couple of the guards brought out chairs for the official party and the Inspector, who also came out with a riding-crop in his right hand…
He reached for the chain between my ringed nipples and dragged me over to the whipping post…
My heart was pounding as he unlocked the cuffs behind my back, which gave me some relief at last – but it was short-lived: he locked the cuffs in front of me this time, inserting a chain, which was bolted to the whipping-post at one end, between my extended arms, and pulling the loose end of the chain up and hooking one of the links of the loose end on to a steel L-shaped pin driven into the wooden whipping-post. My arms were stretched above my head now, and the Inspector clasped a thick leather belt around my waist and buckled it on the other side of the whipping-post, pulling it tight, so that my buttocks were thrust out, obscenely revealing the plug in my hole. My cock, ringed and chained to my navel was pressed against the rough, splintery wooden post.
The Inspector spoke: “This prisoner is a foreigner. He has no respect for the people of our country. He is listed for special punishment. All rights have been denied him. His own embassy has renounced him. He is therefore here for the rest of his life. He is in the lowest category of prisoner here. I will punish him in the manner suited for low-lifes of this kind. The beating will be severe, so if any members of the official party wish to leave, please do so now…”
His words were met with silence, so I presume they wished to watch me being whipped…
The Inspector checked the butt plug in my mouth, to make sure it was tight enough as a gag, then stood back, raised his arm (which I could see out of the corner of my eye) and brought the whip down on my shoulders and back in rapid succession, causing me to scream through my shitty gag, but I knew it would mean nothing to him. In fact he had already told me that the more I screamed and jerked, the more he wanted to punish me. The belt around my waist that secured me to the whipping-post, combined with the fact that my arms were secured by a chain and the handcuffs to the post above my head, meant that there would not be much movement on my part…
As I looked down, 1 I noticed that my nipples had with time grown bigger, thanks to the big rings inserted through them: they stuck out obscenely, attracting the attention of anyone who happened to see my permanently naked body…
I was soon roused from these thoughts when he began to thrash my buttocks, and I involuntarily thrust my pelvis forward, grinding my ringed tits and poor, imprisoned cock and balls into the splintery wood. I lost count of the number of times the riding-crop slashed my helpless, thrust-out buttocks, but then he moved downwards, thrashing the backs of my thighs and calves. Of course, I was screaming and crying through my filthy butt-plug gag, and did not hear one of the youths throwing up at the sight his parents had invited him to witness, although I could see him out of the corner of my tear-filled eye. The Inspector then proceeded upwards again, thrashing my buttocks, then my back and shoulders once more. Then I passed out, mercifully, although I was still secured firmly to the post.
I came round, still bound to the whipping-post, to the sound of conversation between the Mayor and the Inspector: “… yes, I can see you are doing an excellent job here, Inspector. My wife and sons now begin to understand that the Law is not to be trifled with in our country. My elder son is nearly sixteen now, and is thinking of going into the police force, so it has been a useful exercise visiting the prison and seeing discipline being given out. My younger son is not quite fifteen yet, and he is not sure what career he wants to pursue. But, Inspector, if you can give them a helping hand, I would be most grateful…”
“My pleasure, Mr. Mayor. I will see what I can do for them… Maybe one or both of them would like to spend a few days with us, observing how we work…”
“Well, boys, what do you think? Would you like to take up the Inspector’s kind offer?”
The elder boy was very enthusiastic, I could hear behind my beaten back as I hung there, naked, helpless and beaten while they chatted. He wanted to spend his summer school vacation working at the prison. The younger boy was not so sure…
“C’mon boy, the Inspector is being very kind and helpful… He could help you get a job here later – you know how difficult it is to get work nowadays…
I think, Inspector, that he will be glad to come along too.”
“That’s all right, Mr. Mayor, maybe this is all a bit too much for him right now, but his brother seems ready for it – am I right?” he asked the older youth.
“Sure – when can I start?” he replied excitedly.
“Come along tomorrow morning – you can see the prisoners’ morning routine…” (and of course I knew that meant the ritual canings of all prisoners every morning)…
“Thanks, Inspector – I’ll be there!”
“Well, thank you again, Inspector. I will put in a very favourable report to the local council about how you handle things here… We’ll be in touch about my sons’ careers…”
“Goodbye Mr. Mayor, Madam… boys…” the Inspector bade them farewell as they got into their car. As it left the prison gates, the Inspector returned to me, sliding his hand up and down my back and buttocks, on fire with pain…
I felt him unlocking the butt-plug in my hole, which he then pulled out roughly, forcing my guts to disgorge their contents down between my legs. I felt strangely ashamed and embarrassed, but the guards just laughed…
I heard the Inspector fiddle with his belt and trousers, then play with his cock till it was stiff and start shoving it up my shitty hole. With my waist firmly secured 2 to the whipping post, I could not move, but mercifully the shit acted as a lubricant as he pushed his long, fat member into me. He was taller than me, so it was no problem for him to do this. The pain in my buttocks was intense as his pelvis banged into me, grinding my poor cock and balls even harder into the splintery wood. I groaned through my gag as his thrusting got harder and faster, burbling incoherently through my gagged mouth that I wanted him to stop, give me a rest… and then, finally, just that I wanted him…
The guards watched in silence as the Inspector buggered me brutally till he finally shot his spunk up my shit-chute with a great roar…
He stood there a few moments, waiting for his erection to subside – but it did not go down so fast, so he just pulled out of me brutally, had the guards release me from the post, cuff my hands behind as before, push me to my knees, remove the butt-plug gag from my mouth and open my mouth to receive his shitty cock for cleaning. I did my duty, my tongue cleaning his shit and spunk-streaked cock and balls, trying to show my respect for him as best I could…
When he was satisfied, the Inspector told the guards to throw salt water over my blood-spotted back and buttocks put me back in my cell - when they had finished with me….
What did that mean? Would they beat me again? Would they fuck my battered, spunk-filled hole again (which was leaking now because my hole had been stretched so much that I had little control over it…)? I was brought back to reality as I felt the bucket of cold salty water being thrown over me. I groaned as the salt washed my already fiery back, ass and legs, watched by the Inspector. He looked down at me, on my knees with my faced creased in agony…
but he just smiled and spat in my open mouth. I swallowed his spit gratefully…
gratefully: a strange word to use about a man who had degraded and punished me so cruelly, and who would no doubt continue to do so for years to come – and yet I did feel grateful to him. After all, he had taught me my true place in the world of men. He was a man that all the guards and prisoners feared and respected, as I did. I respected his punishment of me, I respected his cock, balls, his big, ripe, manly ass, his smelly feet, his sweat, spit and spunk. He hated me, yet wanted me. I could never escape from this place…
He owned me. The night into which I had journeyed would be endless...
The Inspector abruptly turned, went to his car and drove out of the gates of the compound, leaving me alone with the guards. One of them pulled me to my feet by my nipple chain and growled at me with his face so close to mine I had to smell his sweat and beery breath as he spoke: “The Inspector’s gone now, so it's shithouse duty for you,” he sneered, spitting in my face.
The other two guards laughed as they dragged me by my helplessly chained tits to the guards’ toilet block. As we entered the small, tiled room I could smell the stench of stale urine - the only urinal was blocked and filled with frothy guards’ piss. Needless to say, I was pushed to my knees in front of it and my head pushed down into the stinking yellow liquid.
“DRINK! English pig!”
the guard barked, holding my head down. The foul liquid was still warm from the last guard’s piss. My mouth was parched from being so long in the sun and after suffering my punishment, so I opened my mouth and lapped at the piss, then gulping it all down, cleaning the urinal with my tongue as I was expected to do. When the guard was satisfied, he once again pulled me to my feet by my nipple chain and dragged me to the toilet box in which I had been imprisoned once before…
I lay down 3 4 with my face under the toilet seat, and the board with the space for my neck was put in place, imprisoning my head in the stinking toilet box (there were some recent pieces of guard shit still left in it. One of the other guards stood over my lower body, in front of the box, took out his cock and unceremoniously unleashed a hot stream of piss into the box over my face. After shaking out the last few drops, he shoved his unwashed cock back in his pants and left with the second guard. The remaining guard, who had dragged me here, calmly lit up a cigarette, dropped his pants, turned round and sat down on the toilet, his ripe butt just an inch from my face.
He was obviously going to take a dump - and, sure enough, he farted two or three times and then pushed out a big turd into my open mouth (he made sure my mouth was open by bashing my helpless balls with the heel of his boot - he timed his "drop" perfectly to coincide with the moment when i yelled in pain. His first turd was followed by two smaller ones, the rich stench of his excrement filling the space inside the box in which my face was trapped under his big ass…
With a last fart he ordered me to clean his hole, which I did as best I could, though my shitcoated tongue could not do the job properly. When he was satisfied, he calmly got up and pulled his trousers up over his big ass and left, slamming the lid of the toilet down. He went out, whistling nonchalantly.
I was once more left alone in the stinking toilet block, handcuffed, my head trapped in the toilet box with the remains of the guard’s shit drying on my face and mouth, my body extended beyond it, with my tits, cock and balls helplessly exposed to any guard who wanted to hurt me. My shithole had mercifully not been plugged again, but it was leaking with the Inspector’s spunk mixed with my shit…
JOURNEY INTO NIGHT – CHAPTER THIRTY
I don’t know how many hours I spent there: it was already getting dark when I was put on toilet duty after I was flogged. Occasionally, the single naked light bulb would be flicked on when a guard came in to piss or dump on my face. Once I had cleaned his hole, he would pull up his uniform trousers (often spitting on my shitty face at the same time) and go out, turning off the light and leaving me in darkness. I would occasionally doze off, only to be awakened when the guards on night duty came in to piss or shit on me…
Finally, dawn broke, and several guards came in (they were replacing the night watch) laughing and joking.
They paid no attention to me as they pissed into the toilet box together – one of them inevitably needing a dump, of course. So he just pulled down his trousers in front of the other two guards and unceremoniously sat down, pressing his big ass into my trapped face and farting several times, to the evident amusement of the other two. He pushed out several turds, which just plopped on to my mouth, nose and neck. i made sure i cleaned his dirty hole as best i could, although the guards didn't care much how clean they were, since they knew there was always a prisoner there to do the job for them. Eventually, the three of them left, two of them ribbing the one who had dumped on me, complaining about the stink he had left behind. Finally, one of the guards came in to take me for my morning caning with all the other prisoners.
He released my head from the box, yanked me to my feet by my nipple chain, and screwed up his face looking at my own shitty face: “You, English pig! You stink! I wash you now!” he sneered.
What he meant by washing was just to push me to my knees and piss all over my head, but it did wash away some of the dried-on shit, even though I stank of his morning urine. Pulling me again to my feet by my nipple chain, he roughly shoved me forward into the yard towards the prison block. I had been so cruelly whipped the evening before, I did not think I could take any more, but I knew there was no use protesting – the Inspector would make no exceptions, especially for me. As I approached the door to the block, i could hear the sound of the cane whistling down on some prisoner's buttocks...
The guard threw open the door, revealing one of the prisoners held face down over the desk, his ass criss-crossed with livid red stripes. He groaned with each new stroke, but his head was held fast between the meaty thighs of one of the guards, who held his arms up and back, to ensure there would be no unnecessary struggling. I knew my turn would soon be next, and I shuddered at the thought that my poor ass would soon be getting its punishment again. I stood at attention till the prisoner had received his statutory twenty strokes. He was allowed to stand up, rubbing his backside, and shoved back in the cell. Now it was my turn…
As usual, I was thrown face down over the Inspector’s desk, my legs kicked apart, my head down and gripped by the same meaty thighs that held the previous prisoner, and my handcuffed arms pulled up and back in the usual way. My buttocks were still sore from the previous day’s punishment, so I knew I was in for a rough ride. I tensed, waiting for the cane to whistle down, but I heard the door open and then the Inspector’s voice…
I was astonished when I heard him tell the guards not to beat me, but put me back in the cell with the other prisoners. Maybe he was taking pity on me, after his thrashing the previous evening – whatever the reason, i could not have been more relieved. I was pulled up from the desk, and shoved, still cuffed, back into the cell with the other prisoners, who had all been caned as usual. I kept my eyes dutifully looking down at the floor, but i could see that the Inspector had arrived with the Mayor’s son, as planned, and another man...
Once I was back in the cell, and the door had been banged shut and locked, I could see through the bars that the other uniformed man was enormous – he must have been at least six-foot-seven.
He was built like a tank, with broad shoulders, thickly muscled arms and legs and a big, powerful-looking ass. His legs and ass were so built that the seams of his trousers were almost splitting. His face was unshaven, he had a shaved head and jet black eyes. The Inspector introduced him as the new warden: the Inspector had been promoted and was leaving the prison service.
My heart sank: this was the only man who would save me from almost certain death – yes, he had beaten me, degraded and fucked me, but I had yielded myself up to him, knowing that somehow this was my place in life, helpless and at his mercy. But he had always taken care of me in his own cruel way. To be abandoned now, and under the authority of a new warden who clearly had no scruples about the treatment of prisoners – this was a terrifying prospect, and I shuddered with terror. The Inspector introduced the new Warden to the various “facilities" of the building, with a cursory nod in the direction of our overcrowded cell, mentioning that all the prisoners were lifers, including the English one...
“Who is the English one?”
the Warden asked. The Inspector snapped his fingers at me to move forward to the bars. I stood before the new Warden, whose black eyes glittered as he looked my naked, handcuffed body up and down. Of course, I immediately looked down after my quick glance at the Warden’s face…
I stood there dutifully as the Inspector and the Warden conversed…
Obviously, the Inspector had told him something of my history, because he seemed to know quite a lot about me…
“I see he has been ringed,” the Warden said, with no trace of surprise.
“He is a special case,” the Inspector replied.
“He is a foreigner with no respect for our country. So we teach him to be VERY respectful. He is a lifer, so he has no rights… Make sure you teach him well…”
“Don’t worry,” the Warden answered,
“I will make sure he is completely respectful!" I did not know what he meant by that, but obviously it was not going to be pleasant. It seemed so unfair - i had yielded myself voluntarily to the Inspector, I had done everything i could to show my respect for him and his countrymen. I had been degraded lower than a dog; I had been punished certainly more severely than the other prisoners; I had been used as a toilet by the guards and the prisoners; my asshole had been used and abused by prisoners and guards alike, not forgetting the Inspector; I had been branded and ringed - what more could the new Warden do to me to teach me to be 'respectful'?
The Inspector came to the bars of our cell, took my chin in his hand, lifting my face up to look at him and spoke: “I am going now – you will not see me again. Whether you live or die depends on how well you behave with the new Warden, understand?”
I nodded, tears coming to my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.
“Why do you cry?” he suddenly asked in a quiet voice.
“Because… because i… i do not want you to go. i have done everything to please you, even though you have beaten and humiliated me..."
“But it was what you needed, it was your destiny, no?” As he said this, he held my chin firmly up, so that I would have to look into his eyes. I closed my eyes to avoid his piercing gaze…
“LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER ME!” he barked. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his…
“Yes…” I whispered. “But… why are you abandoning me…? I … i need you..."
“For what? Your life is now totally out of your control, you are what you were always meant to be…
an object under the control of men. The other prisoners are violent criminals – the guards are criminals too, but they wear uniforms…
You gave yourself to me, to dispose of as I wished, so now I give you to them. Yes, I wanted you, but you were dragging me down to a level where I did not wish to go to. But the new warden is much worse than me, and he hates people like you. He is a psycho. Under him, you will sink to new depths, where you truly belong…
Goodbye, Englishman…”
This was the first time I had been called a man, but it would be the last. The Inspector abruptly turned, collected his papers from the desk, shook hands with the new Warden and left. The new Warden walked slowly towards us, behind our imprisoning bars, glaring menacingly. He stood, his beefy legs apart, and folded his arms.
He spoke in the voice that i later came to fear – it was deep, his words slow and menacing: “Your lives are now in my hands. The State has given me total authority here – the State wishes you were all dead, so if any of you should be so unfortunate as to meet that fate, no-one will care, least of all the State. You are all pigs, you are nothing. But we have to feed you and house you for the rest of your worthless lives… you are nothing but a burden to the State, which is why the State wishes you dead…”.
The huge man paused to look round us poor, pathetic, naked prisoners, waiting for his words to sink in...
“I have been told that discipline here has become very easy – I intend to change all that…”
I thought to myself: easy? The vicious punishments were easy? The disgusting things I had been made to do were easy? How much more severe could things get?
“I have decided to make an example… you…” he nodded in my direction. My heart was thumping…
“Yes, you – English pig! The good Inspector let you go this morning from your daily punishment… but I will not: bring him here!”
he said to the guards, without turning his head, looking me straight in the eye. Now i was scared: I had been beaten only the previous evening, and I was sure I could not stand any more of it. But there was no-one to protect me, now that the Inspector had abandoned me to this monster. I started to blubber like a small kid: “No, no, please no – I’ll do anything you want, but please….”
I was hauled out in front of him and he slapped my face with his huge hand, and would have fallen to the ground, if it were not for the guards holding me fast by my handcuffed arms. The Warden held my face in the same hand that had smashed into my defenceless face and spoke in that deep, menacing voice of his: “You talk too much, pig… you see, pigs do not speak – they are animals. So why do you speak? Do you imagine that anything you say will make the slightest difference? You may scream when you are punished, but…”
he paused to take my helpless balls in his other hand and squeeze them viciously…
“if you speak without permission again, I will have your balls cut off. I will not cut out your tongue – we need that for other duties…”
I cried and struggled as he tortured my poor balls, but handcuffed and held by the guards, I was defenceless.
“Take him – and double the punishment! Forty strokes!”
I could not believe it: in spite of the fact that my poor ass was already well striped, he was going to give me double the usual morning punishment. I was frogmarched over to the table and the guards were about to bend me over it, when the Warden interrupted: “No, not that way – on his back…”
The Warden walked over as they laid me on my back, with my head hanging just over the edge. He came behind me and straddled my face, squeezing his big thighs and trapping my face in his huge uniformed ass. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up, so that my rump was poking up into the stratosphere…
“Begin!”
he said softly… The guard raised the cane and brought it whistling down on to my upturned buttocks. The pain shot through me and I screamed into the Warden’s ass – uselessly of course, as the Warden had certainly let it be known that mercy was not part of his vocabulary. In a way, i was glad my screams were muffled, as it must have been shocking for the Mayor's son to witness this cruelty on his first day as an 'apprentice’ jailer. After the tenth stroke, I heard the Warden tell the guard to get the thick leather paddle. It gave me a few moments of respite, during which the Warden farted a couple of times, filling my mouth and nose with his stink.
Again those terrifying words: “Begin…” and again my upturned ass was battered over and over, the blows now extending to my thighs as well. My wails and screams were lost in the tightly stretched uniform covering the Warden's farting ass. After the thirtieth stroke, the Warden told the guard to stop and fuck my hole, since he obviously had a hard-on from beating me and needed to relieve himself. I heard the guard unbuckle his uniform trousers, pull out his cock and spit on it. Of course, there was no other preparation: he just pushed the thing into my open, defenceless hole, burying it all the way.
I groaned into the Warden’s big ass as I was invaded. The guard fucked me fast and brutally - he had obviously been very turned on by thrashing my helpless rump. Finally, he erupted, banging his cock into me very hard. He pulled out roughly, and I could feel his jism and probably some of my shit dribbling out of my hole. The Warden farted again and ordered another guard to take over my thrashing, since the first one was no longer excited. He obviously knew that if the guard's cock was aroused, he would punish the victim harder…
“Use the cane again… no, the thicker one… Begin!” the Ward said quietly.
Once more, pain shot through me as my poor defenceless ass was assaulted, until all forty strokes had been delivered. Finally, the Warden released my legs and moved back off my tear-streaked face. One of the guards pulled me off the table into a standing position by my nipple chain. The Warden came and stood in front of me - i of course looked down at his boots, shaking and sobbing, but he lifted my chin up and spoke: “So you see, English pig, you can expect things only to get worse while I’m here…”
I had been ordered not to speak, so all i could do was try and nod, though his huge hand held my face fast. Then he pulled down my jaw and spat a huge gob of spit into my mouth, closing it afterwards…
“You are my prisoner now, and as you swallow my spit…” (which I was doing, though with difficulty)
“you will realise that from now on you will swallow everything that comes out of me, your guards and your fellow prisoners… there are only a few of you left anyway, so that shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?”
He shook my head from side to side in mock agreement. He leaned forwards and downwards (he was much taller than me) and belched in my face.
“You are a pig: I will treat you like one... Now take the pig back to its cell!" – and with that, the guards once more frogmarched me back behind bars.
Clearly, unlocking my handcuffs was not on the cards for today, though my shoulders ached from being in the same position all the time. The Warden then withdrew into another room with all the guards except the duty guard – no doubt to give them a pep talk on what the new regime was going to be like. My first ‘taste’ of it told me that life was going to be more hellish than ever before, if that were possible.
There would be no escape from the toilet-box, as I was handcuffed and the box was locked from the outside. God only knew how long the farmer would keep me trapped inside, doing toilet duty for half a dozen rough peasants. I was doomed, I knew it, and serving these men would once more be my lot - now I was even further down the road to hell. Could my degradation get any worse? Slowly, the big hunter got up, pulling his trousers up over his big ass and fastening his belt. He then casually turned round to look down at me, smirking as he gobbed up a huge wad of spit and spat it down on to my face....
Then he just left, closing the barn door behind him. The long day continued - I lay in the men's piss and shit, handcuffed, with my face and cock under the holes in the seat, waiting for more of the peasants' excrement to be dumped on me, now a human 'toilet'. And so it was: the sounds of drunken laughter, the delicious smell of the roasting sheep, drifted through the gaps in the barn's wooden walls - and every so often, one of the men would come in and take a piss or a dump. From the number of different faces, cocks and asses i saw, I guessed there must have been about a dozen of them, ranging in age from youths of 14/15, to mid-forties (I presumed sons and fathers). As the interminable day progressed, the level of their piss and shit rose, so that only my mouth, eyes and nose were above it - if i turned my head to right or left, my face would have been completely submerged, except for my right or left ear. This meant that whenever one of them came to piss or shit, I could no longer turn my face away, but had to take the lot, full-on. Towards the evening, i heard 'my' farmer come into the shithouse: he unlocked the lid of the toilet and lifted it up. He smirked as he looked down at me, now completely submerged, except for my nose and eyes (even my mouth was covered).
He motioned for me to get up - which was very difficult, being handcuffed behind my back, and the sewage in the box being very slippery. He grew impatient with my struggles and decided to 'help' my by yanking me up by my collar. I stepped out of the box. He opened the shithouse door and went out, beckoning me to follow him. As I emerged into the evening light, I saw a group of men and youths sat on benches around a large wooden table - they fell silent as they saw the occupant of the toilet-box, naked, handcuffed and covered from head to foot with their excrement. The farmer motioned me to just stand there, as they sniggered and made remarks about the prison pig. They carried on drinking nonchalantly as i stood there, totally degraded and humiliated, looking down at my shitty body, down at my cock locked in a permanently upward position to my navel. i decided it was wiser to keep my eyes lowered...
After a time the farmer ordered me to turn round, move away over to the low barnyard wall (clearly my stink was getting to them) and bend over it, to show my pig ass with its plugged hole, to the accompaniment of more sniggering and drunken laughter. But even after moving away, my stink was still getting to them, so the farmer came over to me and told me to get up and follow him. He walked towards a small stream with a waterfall about six feet high and told me to get under it: this was the first time my body had been washed with water, instead of piss, for weeks, and i was grateful for this luxury, even though the water was very cold. i also washed out my mouth with the fresh water and drank it gratefully. When the farmer decided the prison pig was cleaned up, he motioned for me to get out of the stream and follow him back to the yard and presented the pig once more to the drunken men and youths, who murmured approvingly as they looked at my now clean, smooth and dripping body, front and back. But now i was going to be used for their entertainment, as i soon discovered...
The farmer hauled me over to the table by my nipple chain and, the men pushing away some of the wooden plates with the scraps of meat and bones left on them (which would no doubt be my food later), he bent me over it, with my belly and cock resting on it. He kicked my legs apart and the prison pig remained quietly in this position for a time, the pig's ass being slapped hard from time to time in between more bouts of drinking and raucous laughter (no doubt at my expense, though i found their local dialect difficult to understand). After a while, the farmer made some announcement to the men and youths and, going behind me, unlocked the chain that held my butt-plug in place, and pulled out the plug roughly. i yelped in pain, which drew further laughter from the men - but my humiliation increased when my hole erupted with several days of trapped shit plopping down on the ground between my spread legs. The men found this uproariously funny...
but one of them had clearly become excited by it, as he suddenly got up from the table, and pulled out his cock from his pants as he staggered round behind me. i could see his cock was already hard and my heart sank as i knew what was in store for me - in a few seconds, i could feel him positioning his dirty cock at my shitty hole. i don't know why I felt embarrassed about my filthy hole, because it clearly turned him on, as he suddenly rammed his cock into me and began fucking me furiously, in front of all the others. My hole had been stretched open with the plug for days, so it offered little resistance to his violent thrusting. In fact, my hole was so unresisting that, when i felt more shit trying to force its way out over the man's cock, i couldn't hold it back, and i knew his cock must have become very shitty after a while. But this only seemed to excite him further, as his thrusts become deeper, faster and more urgent. Soon, with one mighty shove, he roared and fell upon my back as his spunk erupted into my guts, his hot beery breath panting on the back of my collared neck as his cock continued to throb inside me...
After a couple of minutes, he slowly stood up and pulled his cock out of my shitty hole. Then he yanked me up by my collar to a standing position, turned me round and pushed me to my knees in front of him - I could see that his cock and balls were indeed covered in my shit: he snapped his fingers, pointing to his genitals and, of course, I knew my duty. The prison pig opened its mouth and wrapped its lips around the man's stinking, shit-streaked cock to clean it up. The pig's tongue also lapped at the man's shitty balls to give them a thorough cleaning, too. There were a couple of streaks of shit on the inside of the man's thighs as well, so they were licked away thoroughly. When he seemed satisfied, he turned round and pushed the tops of his pants down over his big ass and pulled the pig's head into his crack, remembering that the hadn't wiped his ass after his morning dump on the pig's face. The pig did a good job with its tongue, cleaning around and inside the man's hole the way the pig had been trained to do. The man grunted in satisfaction as my tongue did its work. i continued to clean him while he held the back of my head firmly into his ass crack. At a certain point i felt his grip tighten, followed by a couple of big farts that forced their way into my mouth and nose, which caused more laughter from the others. Then the man released his grip on the back of my head, bent down with his ass still in my face, pulled his pants up and buckled his belt, which stretched the material tightly over his big ass. I knelt for a while, still handcuffed of course, not daring to look up. Eventually, one of the youths got up from the table and came towards me, getting his cock out. He immediately started pissing in my face and the yellow liquid ran down my chest, over my upward-pointing cock, ringed to my navel, and down over my balls on to the ground between my knees.
The farmer saw this, and seemed to be angry for some reason: he got up from the table quickly, came towards me and yanked down my jaw, indicating that I should swallow it and not let it just pour down me. As further 'encouragement', he yanked me forward by my nipple chain so that my open mouth would envelope the youth's cheesy, stinking cock. His hot yellow stream seemed unending, but i swallowed it down dutifully. Eventually he stopped and, looking with a sheepish grin towards the man who had literally fucked the shit out of me and farted in my face, he too decided to lower his pants, turn round and pull my face into his unwashed ass to receive a couple of farts in my mouth and nose. Just when i thought he had finished, he held my head tighter, bent over a bit more, grunted and started to push out a turd into my open mouth. It was a big one, so i had to bite off bits, chew them fast and swallow if i was not to choke. The boy's (i guessed he was about 14) shit tasted sweet, and for that at least i was grateful. A couple more farts announced the end of his defecation and, sniggering, he nonchalantly just pulled up his pants over his fat little ass (his hole was still shitty, as i could not lick it clean with my own tongue still coated in his shit). When he sat down at the table again, the men on either side of him patted him on the back, congratulating him on doing a good job. As i continued to kneel there i could feel spunk and shit leaking out of my hole and dribbling slowly down the inside of my thighs - but I did not move, as I had not been instructed to do so. However, it was not long before I was once again yanked to my feet by my nipple chain and thrown over the end of the table. Once again, I heard one of the men fumbling with his belt behind me and waited for the inevitable invasion - but it did not come immediately...
Instead, I heard and felt the man's belt come whistling down and landing with a loud crack over my ass. It was so unexpected and the pain so intense that I involuntarily shot up to a standing position - but my tormentor just pushed me back down and the men and youths seated at the table held me down firmly, making sure I wouldn't be moving till the man was finished. The others at the table fell silent as the belt lashed at my helpless rump and the tops of my thighs. I tried to suppress my screams, but eventually I ended up blubbering like a little boy - not just because of the pain, but the injustice of it all (after all, I had served dutifully as a human toilet to them all day, as well as a fuck-hole and urinal: what more could they want?). I don't know how many times the man's thick leather belt lashed across my helpless ass, but eventually it stopped. He threw down the belt and unceremoniously thrust his now-hard cock into my shitty hole, fucking me fast and brutally as the others continued to hold me fast to the table. After a few minutes he shot his spunk into my guts with a loud grunt and lay a few moments on my back, his hot breath at my ear.
Then he pulled his softening cock out of my hole, turned me round, pushed me to my knees and motioned for me to clean him up. This time it was not just my own shit I was cleaning off him, but a mixture of his and the other man's spunk, still sloshing around inside my guts. This man's cock was a lot bigger than the other guy's (as I noticed when I felt my being very widely stretched as he entered me - in fact, he was a lot bigger all over), and I could not put it all in: I had to lick up and down it and around his balls and the inside of his sweaty, shit-streaked thighs. I somehow got the feeling that he liked me, even though he had savagely blistered my ass with his belt, which i did not deserve, as I had done nothing wrong - he obviously did it for his own pleasure, as it clearly made his big fat cock extremely hard. As I went about my cleaning duties, I heard him ask my farmer if he could have me for a few days - I was a bit alarmed, as my ass was still throbbing from his beating, and I didn't fancy the idea of being totally at his mercy for days, if this was the way he got his cock hard.
My farmer hesitated, grumbling that there was work to be done in the fields - but the man persisted, offering to send one of his own boys instead. As I licked and cleaned, I could see out of the corner of my eye that the man's son was not very pleased about this, but of course he would not dare to disobey his father: he was younger than my farmer's two sons, so that would make him about fourteen, the same age as the other youth who had used me as a toilet. He was probably afraid of being abused by my farmer's sons (common enough in these parts), but there would be no opposition of course, and certainly no complaints. My farmer seemed satisfied with this arrangement, looking towards the boy with a glint in his eye, which made the boy blush. The whole conversation took place while I was on my knees cleaning the man's big fat weapon - of course, I could not stop till ordered to. Once the deal was struck, the man looked down at his cock and seemed satisfied with my work. He shoved his cock back in his pants, and fastened the buckle of his belt, which he had used so viciously on my defenseless ass. I shuddered, knowing that he would be using that belt on me again over the next few days...
Eventually, the scraps from their feasting were thrown on the ground among the shit that had exploded out of my ass when the plug was removed and I was allowed to eat like a dog (my hands still cuffed behind me), on my knees trying to winkle out half-chewed scraps of meat and bones from the shit, while the men and youths gradually brought their party to a close. I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating, but I had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench seats at either side: I would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged. His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away - I saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and forcefully away, back to the barn....
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating, but i had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench seats at either side: i would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged. His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away - i saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and forcefully away, back to the barn....
I lay on the floor of the cart, my beaten ass now plugged and locked once more, though spunk was still leaking out. It was no use worrying about that, since my hole was no longer under my control any more. As the cart bumped along the rough country road, my bladder began to send me urgent signals that it needed emptying of all the recycled piss that had been forced down my throat. i did not want to complain, because that was not my place, but if i didn't say something, i would not be able to hold it back much longer and it would all come flooding out over my belly and swill around inside the cart. Finally, i broke my silence and tentatively asked the farmer if we could stop so i could piss. He ignored me, so i asked again, fearfully. Without looking back he pulled the cart to a halt, got up and turned round, looking angrily down at me...
He stepped into the back of the cart, crouched down beside me and slapped my face hard several times, bringing tears to my eyes and muttering something about "prison pigs don't talk...!" He then took off his neckerchief, now soaked in his sweat, pulled open my jaw and shoved the filthy thing in and secured it in place with a piece of cord lying on the floor of the cart. My mouth was now filled with the taste of his sweat and of course i could no longer speak. I groaned looking down at my cock, ringed to my navel, trying with my eyes to indicated that i was desperate to piss, but he just smiled wickedly and got back on the seat, cracked the whip and the horse moved on...
With all the bumping i could hold on no longer and piss started to trickle out of my imprisoned dick, finally becoming a torrent, pouring over my belly and chest and down on to the floor of the cart as i lay there helpless. Control over my cock and ass were no longer mine, i had been silenced by the filthy gag, i was no more than an animal. i knew he would be angry with me, but i consoled myself with the thought that he wanted me enough to 'borrow' me for a few days. As i lay there in my own piss, sloshing around in the bottom of the cart, i looked up at the farmer's big ass sitting on the rough wooden seat, knowing that my face would be spending a lot of time under it, knowing that my own ass was going to get thrashed mercilessly, since that was what made his cock hard enough to fuck me so brutally in front of the other boys and men. If he enjoyed thrashing my ass so much, he would no doubt have other tortures in mind with which to harden his cock...
i shivered in the cool evening air as the cart bumped along, naked and wet with my piss and gagged, my beaten ass throbbed and my plugged hole leaked spunk. Finally, the cart stopped at the man's farm. There was only one light that i could see as i got up as ordered and jumped down from the cart. The farmer pushed me in the direction of that light, which as i found out, was coming from the barn. He unlocked the door of the barn and pushed me in. With only one small paraffin lamp to see by, it was not easy to make out what was inside...
but what i did see shocked me: there was a cage with iron bars, i guessed six feet square, set in the middle of the barn and in it were two other prison pigs - shaved as usual from head to foot - but there was one other man, who was not shaved - he was hairy! Slowly i realized that in fact he was one of the prison guards. My mind was spinning - what had he done to be so humiliated, treated like one of the prisoners he had been guarding? They were all of course naked and i could see they had been beaten on their backs, buttocks and thighs. Like me, the prison pigs were ringed at the neck, wrists and ankles (and of course their nipples) and their asses plugged and locked. The ex-guard was not ringed but his ass was plugged and locked. All three men's wrists were locked behind their backs and they were half-lying on the floor of the cage, which had quite a few turds lying on it. When the farmer entered, they immediately stood up, at attention. i could see that their bodies and faces were streaked with shit. They stared out in front of them, not looking at me or the farmer - this was obviously the required form of behaviour when he was around. The farmer unlocked the door of the cage and shoved me in - stepping on a couple of the turds as i tried to regain my balance. i decided to turn and stand in line with the other two at attention, which seemed to please the farmer. There was very little room in the cage with four of us now in it, standing two in front and two behind. i was standing behind the ex-guard, noticing that his hairy ass had been recently beaten. The smell from the men's unwashed bodies was overpowering to me, having just come in from the fresh air...
He stood looking at us for a while as he pulled a cigar out of his pocket and slowly lit it. He looked at us one by one, pulled a knife out of one of his pockets, then snapped his fingers to the ex-guard and motioned for him to come out of the cage. Brandishing the knife threateningly, he shoved him over to a rough wooden table and bent him down over it. With a couple of ropes, the farmer secured the hairy guard to the table, legs spread and ankles tied to the table legs. We prison pigs stood silently, watching the guard's humiliation, his legs widely spread, exposing the butt plug up his hairy asshole.
The farmer slowly unlocked the guard's butt-plug and pulled it out - from the shit all over it, the guard obviously had a load of crap up his hole, waiting to come out. The farmer studied the plug for a few seconds, and seemed satisfied (I later found out that he preferred to fuck an ass packed with shit). Then he got his filthy cock out, jerked it a bit and shoved it into the guard's ass - there was no need for spit, because the guard's hole had already been widely stretched by the plug and the shit did the rest. The guard groaned through his gag, not so much from pain, but from the humiliation of being fucked like a dog in front of three prisoners he had been guarding only recently. The farmer banged into the strong guard's ass, looking down at his shit-covered cock as it went in and out, which seemed to excite him more. Eventually, the smell of his shit reached our noses, and of course the guard himself must have smelled it, knowing that his hole was leaking shit and that the farmer enjoyed using him this way, which was even more humiliating for him. Occasionally, the farmer would touch the guard's beaten buttocks with the lit end of his cigar, eliciting groans of pain from the gagged guard. Of course, he was securely tied down to the table, so the farmer knew there was no risk of any sudden or unnecessary physical reaction from the helpless guard. With the weight of the farmer's big ass helping to bang his cock into the guard's shitty hole, the farmer made sure his cock got right up inside there, shoving the guard's shit back up into his guts. As the farmer neared his climax, he pulled back right out of the guard's hole and then rammed it in again hard, grunting as his spunk spewed out into the guard's guts. He stood there quietly recovering for a few moments, then nonchalantly stubbed his cigar out on the poor man's beaten (and fucked) ass. This time the ex-guard bucked wildly, screaming through his gag, but tied down to the heavy wooden table, his reactions had little effect...
The farmer slowly pulled his cock out of the man's shaking ass and turned towards us, still standing at attention. A loud fart escaped from the shithole of the helpless guard, now groaning in pain and humiliation. The farmer stood there with his semi-stiff, shitty cock hanging out of his overalls and dripping with spunk, looking at us one by one. Finally, he stopped at me, and i became afraid. He snapped his fingers at me, lighting another cigar. i stepped out of the cage and walked towards him as instructed. He removed my gag and threw it back into the cage among the turds lying on the floor of it - and of course, i knew what was expected and knelt down in front of the farmer to clean the guard's shit off his cock and balls. i did not dare to look up as my mouth and tongue did their duty, seeing the glint of the knife out of the corner of my eye. When the farmer was finally satisfied with my work, he put his cock back inside his overalls and motioned with the knife for me to get over to the guard. i moved over to him on my knees, till my face was directly behind his ass. Then the farmer shoved my face into the guard's stinking crack, so that i could clean him up too. As my tongue cleaned around his hairy hole, i could taste the farmer's spunk as some of it started to leak out. The farmer held my head firmly in place, making sure that i would get it all. More spunk started to leak out, mixed with shit, as my tongue pushed its way into the hole that the farmer had just fucked. After a couple of farts from the guard's hole, i could feel his shit begin to push its way out - shit that had been trapped up there for days, perhaps, as i did not know how long his hole had been plugged. i started to pull away, but the farmer kept my head held firmly in place. Clearly, i was going to be a toilet again, so, resigned to my position in life, i placed my open mouth around the guard's hole and waited...
It was only a few seconds before a huge load of shit filled my mouth, which i had to chew and swallow fast if i was not to choke. The filth from the guard's guts continued to push its way out into my waiting mouth, punctuated occasionally by some loud smelly farts, filling my nose and lungs.
i did not want to anger the farmer - i did not want him to burn me as he had done to the guard (I had been branded by the Inspector on my ass and knew what agony it caused), so i was completely obedient to him, licking, cleaning, sucking, chewing and swallowing as best i could. Finally, the farmer released my head from the guard's stinking asscrack, untied him from the table and snapped his fingers to all of us in the direction of a wooden trough. When the other two pigs from the cage, the ex-guard and i got to it, he removed the gags from the others and threw them, like mine, back on to the shitty floor of the cage. i could see the trough contained water - or so i thought, but from the smell coming from it, it was mostly piss. Clearly, this would be our last drink before being locked up for the night, so, with our hands cuffed behind us, we lowered our heads like animals into the trough and drank as much as we could. As we drank, the farmer nonchalantly got his cock out again and pissed into our drink. Of course, this was the only drink we were going to get, so we had to be grateful. Finally, with a kick to our balls from behind, we were ordered back in the cage. As he locked the iron barred cage, he barked at us that we had better get some rest, because tomorrow we would be put to work...
He walked away, taking the paraffin lamp with him and leaving us in our cramped cage alone for the night. There was no room to lie down - we could only try to sit, with our sweaty, stinking bodies pressed up against each other, our balls aching from the kick they had just received. My face stank of the guard's ass, and the others (including the guard) said so, sniggering. The guard (whose sweaty body was pushed up against mine) was still groaning from the pain of having a cigar stubbed out on his beaten ass - he must have been very humiliated, being naked and treated like one of the prison pigs he had been abusing only recently - but different from us, because he was still hairy, while we were shaved and smooth. In a strange way, i felt sorry for him, with the taste of his shit still in my mouth...
After exchanging stories about our treatment since being hired out of the prison, we eventually fell asleep, handcuffed, naked, stinking and sitting in the crap on the bottom of the cage. As i drifted off to sleep, i thought: we had been allowed to drink, but not to piss...
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me - there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me - there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).
During our few bits of conversation, we asked the ex-guard why he was in here, being treated like one of us - it transpired that he had been shortchanging the Inspector on the "rents" paid by the local farmers for their prison pigs. When he found out, the Inspector ordered the guard stripped, bound and beaten in front of the other prisoners, after which he was fucked by the other guards - still in front of the prisoners - as an example to any other guards who might have had similar ideas. He was then thrown into the cell with the other prisoners, but not shaved - this was so it would be clear that he was once a guard. The Inspector said he would restore him to his previous position, but only after he had been hired out for a while to one of the farmers. i felt sorry for him - after all, in this country even the guards' meager pay was barely enough to survive on, and he had a wife and two young teenage sons to support. Nevertheless, the Inspector was not to be trifled with, and his word was law. It was strange to me as the guard spoke softly, relating his story in deep embarrassment, not really wanting to tell us, but knowing that we would find out anyway - yes, it was a strange feeling knowing that i had cleaned out his shithole and that my guts were now reprocessing his shit and the farmer's jism... my face stank of his sweaty, shitty asscrack, and he knew it. What he did not know was that worse humiliation was to follow for him next morning...
After an uncomfortable night trying to sleep with our stinking bodies pushed up against each other, dawn broke and the barn door opened to reveal the farmer once more, clad only in a pair of dirty overalls and menacingly carrying a cane. He walked over to our cage as we struggled to stand up at attention, as required. But he did not release us - he merely got his cock out and pissed all over us with strong morning piss. He told us the Inspector would be coming soon - my heart starting beating faster, knowing that i would at least be able to see the man who really possessed me and had taught me my true destiny. i hoped that he would take me back to where i knew i belonged - as a pig in his prison or in his lonely house in the forest. After a couple of farts, the farmer shook the last drops of piss from his stinking cock and shoved it back into his overall. Then he unlocked the cage, motioning us over to the trough again and ordered us to drink, which we did kneeling with our hands still manacled behind us. When he considered we had had enough, a swift kick to the balls brought us to our feet again, standing to attention...
He nodded in the direction of our cage, now filthy with pools of piss and a few squashed turds lying in them. He barked at us to clean it up, since the Inspector would be coming soon. We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. How would we do that, with our hands still manacled behind us? With slashes of the farmer's cane to our buttocks and thighs, we soon go the picture - the job would be done with our mouths and tongues, and FAST, or else....
With feelings of revulsion, we got down on our knees in front of the open cage and started lapping up the stale piss and shit, trying not to throw up. If the farmer thought we were slowing down, he would slash at our asses with the cane until we showed more enthusiasm. We were truly pigs now... embarrassment, shame, humiliation, revulsion were feelings we were not entitled to any more. The guard was the one who found it most difficult to perform these pig duties, but the farmer gave him extra severe strokes of the cane to get him used to his new position: by the time we had cleaned up the cage, the poor guard's back, ass and legs were covered in large red welts... and there were tears in his eyes. The farmer once more ordered us to attention, and as we stood, manacled, our faces streaked with piss and shit from the floor of the cage, he picked up the gags that had been lying on the pissy, shitty floor, and stuffed them back into our mouths, securing them firmly in place with some thick cord. Then we were marched out into the barnyard. The dazzling sunlight hurt our eyes as we were herded into line to await the arrival of the Inspector....
We waited under the hot sun for what must have been an hour with our kicked balls aching before he arrived - my guts were churning because i desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged, like the others. The piss on our bodies and faces dried in the sun, making us stink worse than ever. The farmer casually lit up a cigar, and went about his various tasks, occasionally coming out to make sure we were still at attention. Finally, in the distance we heard the sound of a car approaching along the dusty track to the farm. As it approached i could see it was driven by the Inspector accompanied by a couple of guards from the prison. The car swept into the yard, and its doors swung open: the Inspector and the guards got out as the farmer emerged from the cool shade of his house. The Inspector and the farmer shook hands and exchanged a few words as the farmer offered him and the two guards some freshly-made coffee (coffee! How i would have loved some right now to wash away the taste of the pissy, shitty gag in my mouth!). Eventually, the men came over to us, the prison pigs, and from what they were saying, i learned that the ex-guard and i were to be taken back to the prison, leaving the other two to work on the farm. The boot of the car was opened and the prison guards hustled the ex-guard and me to get in, which we did with some difficulty, as our hands were still manacled behind us. The space was very cramped, and it would only accommodate the two of us if we lay down like 'spoons', in foetal position, but with my face pressed into the guard's plugged ass and the back of his head up against my cock and balls. One of the guards then banged the lid of the boot shut. After a few more words, we heard the doors of the car open and shut, the engine start up, and then we moved off...
The atmosphere was stifling in the boot as the car drove along the bumpy track, and we both were dripping in sweat. Because of the cramped space, i could not move my face away from the ex-guard's whipped ass, and it was not long before a few farts managed to escape from his plugged hole (obviously he desperately needed a shit, like me). i groaned through my gag, but he just sniggered as i was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts. The car bumped along the deserted country roads with its load of filthy pigs in the back for about half an hour, till it finally drew to a halt - from the sounds of heavy iron gates opening and shutting coming from outside, it was obvious we were back at the prison. The doors of the car opened and banged shut, and we could hear the Inspector talking with the prison guards...
Suddenly the car boot was opened and we were ordered to get out of our stinking hole. This was virtually impossible, as we were both still manacled. So a couple of the guards manhandled us roughly out, marched us into the prison once more, along corridors of cells watched by the other prisoners, to the central reception area, where we were stood to attention, the piss-soaked gags still in our mouths. The Inspector looked us up and down, naked and stinking as we were, and casually lit up a cigar. As I mentioned, my companion the ex-guard, did not know that worse humiliation was to follow for his 'crime'...
After a few moments while the Inspector puffed on his cigar, the door to an inner room opened and two teenaged youths appeared, hustled forward by a guard - they were the ex-guard's sons...
The ex-guard groaned through his gag and tried to turn away, but he was held firmly in place by a couple of warders. The Inspector and the other guards smiled at the spectacle of the boys facing their own father - naked, gagged, manacled and, from the marks on his ass and legs, clearly beaten. The youths were clearly shocked, their eyes opening wide and their mouths falling open. The inspector spoke (I now understood and spoke their language), making an announcement to all the guards and the prisoners behind their bars: "This guard thought he was clever - he thought he could outsmart me - he stole my money. Under the law, prisoners can be hired out to earn their keep - they must work! You don't get a roof over your heads and food to eat for nothing - you ARE nothing, but if we HAVE to keep you alive, and that's a waste of good money in my opinion, then you will earn your bread...
But THIS guard stole the money that pays for your bread and shelter, so he will be punished in front of all of you, prisoners and guards. The punishment will be witnessed by his two brats, as a warning to them too..." The Inspector nodded to the guards who were holding him still to bend him over the table. They held him firmly down while another guard spread his legs and tied his ankles to the table legs, while the Inspector calmly puffed on his cigar...
Once he was firmly secured, the Inspector calmly unlocked the plug from his hole and pulled it out roughly, followed by a couple of farts and a bit of shit...
Then he and two other guards calmly took off their belts and, at a nod from the Inspector, began lashing at the man's back, buttocks and thighs (as if he had not been beaten enough!). He groaned through his piss-soaked gag as his two teenage sons watched in horror. They shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, trying not to look... but their eyes kept being drawn irresistibly back to the beating that never seemed to end...
What the Inspector did not know was that their father had always been quick to use the belt himself at home, in fact seemed to take rather too much pleasure in beating his sons' naked asses, and that they felt quite excited at the sight of him getting a taste of his own medicine...
They watched as their father's hairy ass wobbled and shook under the slashing belts... they could see his dirty asshole clearly since his legs were widely spread and tied to the table legs... and the helpless victim knew it, feeling ashamed and embarrassed knowing that his humiliation was being watched by the very lads he himself had beaten so regularly. Eventually, the lads gave up pretending to be embarrassed at the sight of their father's punishment, and stared unashamedly at his naked body, the red welts that covered his back, ass and legs, his cock and balls swinging between his spread legs, his sweaty, recently-fucked asshole (which I had had to clean up the night before after he was fucked by the farmer)...
In fact, I could see through their tightly-stretched pants (they were obviously growing fast) that their cocks had begun to stiffen...
After about quarter of an hour of punishment, the Inspector nodded to the other two to stop...
The poor man was sobbing like a child through his pissy gag and tears rolled down his cheeks. The Inspector quietly stubbed out his cigar on the man's beaten ass, as the farmer had done the night before, but this time on a different spot. The man screamed through his gag, but the boys' cocks continued to bulge through their overly-tight pants...
Clearly, they were enjoying the spectacle. Then the Inspector took out his stiff cock and nonchalantly rammed it up the ex-guard's hole and fucked him brutally, while the victim groaned again through his gag. It was not long before the Inspector grunted and shot his load up the victim's ass. He pulled out with a satisfied smirk and, turning towards me, snapped his fingers in a gesture that clearly meant
"GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN MY COCK"!
I dutifully did so, after my gag had been removed by one of the guards. The Inspector shoved his shit and spunk-smeared cock into my mouth for cleaning, which i did with alacrity, also licking his sweaty balls for good measure. When the Inspector was satisfied, he pulled his smelly cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in his trousers. He turned round to face the other guards and nodded to them to proceed likewise, giving the victim another two fuckings...
I was still kneeling, this time behind the Inspector's large, muscular ass, and stayed there until ordered otherwise. The big ass was only an inch from my nose, and I longed to bury my face in that sweaty trench, but did not dare to move. As I stared at the Inspector's ass I could hear the noises of the ex-guard being fucked hard and rough by the other two guards. From the corner of my eye I could see his two sons staring hard at the scene and gently rubbing their stiff cocks through their tight pants. The Inspector obviously noticed this too, because when the guards had finished with him, he invited the lads to fuck their father's ass. The Inspector moved away from me as I continued to kneel, and I could see that the lads were a bit uncertain, looking uncomfortably at one another. But, at a nod from the Inspector, the guards walked over to them, pulled off their sweaty shirts, pulled down their pants, and pushed them towards their father's ass, now well lubricated with the three men's jism. the lads' cocks were now harder than ever it seemed, so clearly the Inspector knew what he was doing. Since neither of them could decide who would go first, the Inspector shoved one of them right into the helpless victim's ass and nature took its course...
the lad guided his cock into the hot, glistening hole and shoved it in and out hard and fast. The man continued to groan even louder through his gag at the humiliation of being fucked by his own son in front of the other guards and prisoners...
It was not long before the youth shot his load into his father's guts, to be replaced by his brother who likewise did not take long to shoot his load. The Inspector patted them both on their naked shoulders, looking down at their shit-streaked cocks and nodding in my direction...
Once again my mouth was filled with the taste of the ex-guard's ass as my mouth was put to cock-cleaning duty again...
Once they were clean enough, the Inspector motioned me over to the ex-guard's fucked and beaten ass, for the final clean-up... I hobbled over on my knees, my hands still manacled behind me. The stink of shit, ass sweat and spunk assailed my nose as the Inspector pushed my face into the ex-guard's crack...
"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT AND STICK IT WHERE IT BELONGS!" he barked at me. I obeyed my Inspector, tasting the ass of the man who had once been my guard, mixed with the spunk of the Inspector, two guards and his two sons... there was a lot to swallow down, but I did my duty as the ex-guard's groans grew softer and changed in tone as his own cock began to swell, betraying the pleasure he was taking in my work...
When the Inspector was satisfied that I had done enough, he ordered the guards to shove me back in my cell and released the ex-guard from the table. The two guards who had held him down by his shoulders stood him up to face his sons. The worst humiliation of all perhaps, since his big smelly cock was hard as iron now after my tongue had been up his shit-chute, and he could not hide it from the two lads as his hands were also still manacled behind him. They stared at it in fascination as they fumbled to put their clothes back on...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Inspector looked down at the ex-guard's stiff cock and his face darkened... After all, the idea was to punish and humiliate him, but my tongue had done its work up his shithole, and he could no longer control his urges...
The Inspector approached the ex-guard menacingly and slapped his face several times, then spoke very quietly to him, so that we could not hear him (I was now back in the stinking cell with the other prisoners). I don't know what he said, but the ex-guard started pleading with the Inspector, begging him to be released, tears in his eyes, his cock now subsiding...
But the Inspector just slapped his face again and laughed as two guards dragged him towards our barred cell, still manacled, unlocked the door and shoved the man in, locking the door behind him again. His two teenage sons were told to go and, as they approached the outside door, they looked back at their father, smiling, knowing that it would be some time before he would be home again, ready to beat them in his usual way. Would he ever do it again? After all, his ass had been beaten in front of their very eyes and their cocks had been up his shithole... and they had fucked him like an animal. How could he exert any authority over them now?
The thought that he would probably never beat them again comforted them as they went towards the outer prison gates. The guards started smirking and sniggering as they approached the guardroom, knowing what the boys had done to their former colleague. The boys shared the joke, grinning back at the guards, who patted them on the shoulder, now smiling and laughing openly, and invited them into the guardroom for schnapps. The boys were a bit nervous at first, looking at one another anxiously... but the three big guards were very friendly, so they didn't think they would have anything to fear.
Once they were inside, they heard the door close behind them as one of the guards produced a bottle of locally distilled alcohol, which he uncorked and passed to the boys, along with a packet of cigarettes. The lads took a swig from the bottle, spluttering a bit, since it was very strong, and lit up a cigarette. The bottle passed round from guard to guard, and back to the boys again. The guards laughed and joked about what had happened, asking the lads how they felt about it.
The boys, rather embarrassed, replied that it felt good, watching their father's ass getting thrashed so hard, since their father used to beat them so often that the marks would remain on their asses for days afterwards...
"Let's see!" said one of the guards.
The boys became a bit nervous, but the alcohol had its effect and one of the brothers dropped his pants and pulled up his shirt, giggling, to reveal the blue stripes on his well-whipped ass. One of the guards emitted a low whistle, admiring the boy's full, round buttocks. Encouraged by this admiration, his brother dropped his own pants, revealing a pair of equally full, round buttocks, also well striped from their father's last beating a few days ago.
The boys looked at each other nervously, having observed the growing bulges in the front of the guards' pants, which they were rubbing gently...
The lads were not so drunk that they didn't realise what was going on, and they started to pull their pants back up again, but the guards insisted that they keep them down, whispering something to each other about the English prisoner. One of the three guards was dispatched to go and get him...
The lads were hesitant, knowing what these men could do (and did). Two of the guards gestured for them to step out of their pants and remove their shirts. They were embarrassed, because the brown skid marks were clearly visible in the back of their pants, which was often pushed up the crack of their asses because they had really outgrown them and their father could not afford to buy them new ones. Their pants were not washed very often, because their mother only did the washing once a month and their T-shirts were very sweaty and grubby, too.
The two remaining guards suddenly grabbed the boys, whose intoxication prevented them from putting up much of a struggle. Each guard sat down with one of the lads on his lap and started fondling them obscenely, locking their mouths on the naked boys' lips, holding them in a vice-like grip with one arm and feeling their cocks and assholes with the other hand. The boys tried to pull away, but the sweaty guards were much stronger than they were, so their struggles were pretty pathetic, and only served to excite the men further...
Eventually, the boys gave up, submitting to what they knew was coming (they had after all seen it often enough in their young lives. The guards were even more aroused to know that they had the sons of their ex-colleague in their grip, naked and now submissive, that they were going to fuck the shit out of their fat little asses, that their father could do nothing about it, being locked up with the other prisoners, who would no doubt abuse him again and again.
As the guards' tongues forced their way into their mouths, the guards' hands groping their cocks and fingering their assholes, the boys knew that their father could not come to their rescue, since he too was now a low-life prisoner, no doubt having his ass and mouth used as a repository for the other prisoners' sperm and God only knew what else...
By the time the third guard returned with the naked, hairless English prisoner, his hands cuffed behind his back as usual, the boys were being bent over the table in the guardroom, ready to be buggered. The guards kicked their legs apart, undid their belts, pulled down their trousers over their big asses and spat on their hard, stinking cocks, and started to push them into the boys' smooth, pink holes. The alcohol helped them to relax, but still the guards' cocks were just a bit too long and fat for their holes. They started yelling, standing up involuntarily, but the big strong hands of their violators just pushed them back down again, groping and feeling their smooth bodies, pinching and twisting their nipples. They felt the hard, insistent cocks of the guards pushing further and further into them as they yelled and groaned, begging them: "Take it out! Take it out!"
But that was not going to happen... The boys could do nothing but submit to the invasion of their bodies, their shit channels opened up and stretched beyond endurance. One of the guards was fucking slowly, savouring the tight, sucking boyhole round his insistent, powerful cock. The other was more brutal, pistoning in and out of his young victim, who was thrashing around wildly, but pinned down by the invading weapon in his ass. His bowels were helplessly opened up by that weapon, and inevitably the shit started forcing its way out over the guard's cock and out of his ravaged hole. The English prisoner could smell the shit as it started to coat the guard's cock and balls, but it only seemed to excite the guard more, as he drove in and out fast and furiously.
The other guard looked down at his colleague's shitty cock and suddenly got more excited, deciding that he too wanted to make his victim open up his shit chute... So he started driving his cock into the boy's hole much faster than before, causing the lad to start yelling again (his yells had subsided to occasional groaning as his hole began to get used to being invaded by the man's cock). The technique had the desired effect: the boy's guts were no longer in his control -- they started churning and he could feel his shit forcing its way out, knowing that it was now coating his guard's cock. The smell was making him not only embarrassed, but nauseous... but there was absolutely nothing the boys could do, except let go and take it...
The third guard looked on at his colleagues' asses moving back and forth as they plunged into their victims, the smell of their shit hanging heavy in the air. He slowly unzipped his pants, without pulling them down, and got out his cock and slowly started playing with it. The English prisoner could smell the sweat, dried piss and cock cheese as he knelt quietly on the floor beside him. As he played with his filthy cock, the guard casually grabbed the prisoner's head, pulled it into his ass and farted... twice. He continued to hold the prisoner's face up against his big ass, encased in its well-worn uniform trousers, forcing him to breathe in the stink of his guts, which the English prisoner had by now got used to.
Then the third guard casually turned slightly (he wanted to continue watching the action of the others), pulled the prisoner's head by the neck away from his ass and on to his now hard dick, slick with precum and cheese. The prisoner opened his mouth dutifully, as he had done on so many other occasions, accepting the foul member as the guard face-fucked him brutally, excited by the buggering of the boys by his colleagues.
The boys' yells had now subsided to an occasional groan, and all that could be heard was the slapping of their tormentors' thighs as they banged against their buttocks. Their movements got faster and faster as they neared their climax, till finally first one guard then the other, almost simultaneously, spewed their spunk up the boys' shit-chutes, drilling in all the way up to the hilt, which made the lads yell again. The two guards lay atop the naked boys, shuddering as their spurting cocks began to subside.
The third guard pulled his throbbing cock out of the prisoner's mouth and wanked it till he spurted his cum all over the prisoner's face, leaving the last few drops to form new cheese and shoving his cock back into his trousers. Since the prisoner was still handcuffed, he could not wipe the spuge off his face, so it slowly dripped down, and would eventually dry off, leaving him stinking of his guard's dried spunk.
The other two guards slowly pulled out of the boys' now well-stretched holes, from which more shit was oozing out, mixed with their cock-slime. Their cocks were well-coated with the boys' shit, and, at a snap of their fingers, the prisoner knew his duty -- to clean off the boys' filth with his mouth and tongue: failure to do a good job of it would result in yet another beating, so the prisoner licked and sucked vigorously, swallowing down the boys' shit and the guards' cock juices...
The lads started to stand up slowly and painfully, but the guards just pushed them down again, which made them fear that more was to follow, but it was for their own benefit: the prisoner's face was pushed into their shitty asscracks to perform the same cleaning duties he had done for the guards' cocks.
The stink of shit, sweat and sperm assailed the prisoner's nose as his face was shoved into first one, then the other crack. But the prisoner knew his duty, and his tongue dove into their ravaged holes as shit and spunk oozed its way out into his mouth. One of the guards pulled the prisoner's head away from the ass he was cleaning, to check if he had done a good job... it wasn't that good (there was so much filth to clean up), but it would do, so his head was then shoved into the adjacent ass to clean up. Both lads groaned appreciatively as they felt the prisoner's tongue pushing its way into their stretched and throbbing holes. This at least was some consolation for the humiliation and degradation they had endured.
Finally, the prisoner was kicked to the ground by one of the guards when it seemed he had done enough. The boys slowly stood up, looking at each other nervously as the guards threw their dirty, sweaty clothes at them and told them to get dressed. As they did so, the third guard spoke to them quietly:
"Your father -- he beats you, yes?" The boys nodded, embarrassed.
"He is coming out of jail in a couple of weeks, and he's going to be real mad. I think he's gonna beat the shit out of you two, for no reason... just 'cos he's mad. You can imagine what the other prisoners are doing to him right now, can't you?" Again the youths nodded nervously...
"But we can make sure he leaves you alone..." The boys were getting more nervous now, half-guessing what the deal would be...
"Would you like that?" The youths looked at one another, not knowing what to say...
"I SAID: DO YOU WANT US TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T BEAT YOU AGAIN?" Again, the boys hesitated to answer...
"OK," the guard began with a sigh: "Your problem... now fuck off!" With that, the guard went to the door of the guardroom, grabbing one of the boys by the neck and shoving him along, opened the door and pushed him out, snapping his fingers to the other youth and gesturing him to follow his brother. The youth slowly obeyed, and exited the door. But he was beginning to have second thoughts... he turned round to speak to the guard, but the door was slammed in his face.
He spoke to his brother: "Look, if they can stop the fucker thrashing us - you know what it's like every weekend, when he comes home drunk as usual and thrashes us, Friday, Saturday and especially Sunday. Maybe the deal's not so bad... having a cock up our shitholes is better than the belt and cane, isn't it?"
"We could just run away..."
"Yeah, but we're not sixteen yet, and he's a cop -- he would know how to find us, then we'd be in even deeper shit..."
"Suppose so..."
"Whichever way you look at it, we're fucked, at least till we're sixteen... and I'll be sixteen a year before you are..."
With a sigh, his brother nodded... "OK, let's see what the deal is -- but you know they're gonna want to fuck shit out of us, regular and often, don't ya?"
"Sure, but like I said, it's better than getting beat up every single weekend, isn't it?"
"OK, OK, let's find out what these fuckers want..."
The elder brother knocked tentatively at the guardroom door...
One of the guards yelled from inside: "FUCK OFF, YOU HAD YER CHANCE!!!"
"P-please," the elder brother pleaded, "we just wanna talk..."
"WHAT COULD YOU LITTLE FUCKERS SAY THAT COULD POSSIBLY INTEREST US?!" yelled the voice from within...
"We... we wanna know what the deal is. I mean, you said something about stopping our dad beating us..." The youths looked nervously at one another...
There was silence, during which they could hear groaning, obviously from the prisoner they still had inside... Then they heard footsteps as one of the men came to the door and opened it...
"SO? WHAT D'YA WANT?"
"We wanna know what the deal is... I mean, you said..."
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!!!"
"But... but what do we have to do if you stop the beatings?" Finally, the glowering guard began to smile...
"Come on lads, you're not stupid. You KNOW what we want -- or do I have to spell it out to you?"
The youths nodded slowly...
"OK, get your asses in here and we'll make things VERY clear..."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
As he spoke, the guard moved aside, opening the door wider and with a nod, beckoned the youths in.
They entered the guardroom again, hesitantly, hearing the door being closed behind them... They were astonished to see one of the guards with his trousers down, squatting on the face of the English prisoner. From the smell and the satisfied grunts of the guard it was obvious he was taking a dump on the prisoner's face, and it was clear that the prisoner was chewing and swallowing the guard's shit... The youths were horrified but fascinated ...
"Yeah," the guard said nonchalantly, closing the door behind him. "The toilet facilities round here ain't too good, so we use the prisoners..."
"So what does the little fucker want now?" asked the guard who was taking a dump.
"He wants to know what the deal is," came the reply, with a smile on the guard's unshaven face.
"Does he now?" said the guard, standing up from the prostrate, handcuffed prisoner and pulling up his uniform trousers, not too worried about whether his asshole had been thoroughly cleaned or not...
"Well, the deal is this," he said, walking towards the youths as he stuffed his cock into his trousers and pulled up the zip: "The Inspector will get a court order putting you into our custody at weekends for your protection. That should take about a month or so. Your fucker of a father will be out in a month. Every Friday afternoon, at five sharp, you will report here. You will go home on Monday morning when your father reports in for duty. You see? No matter how drunk he gets on Friday, Saturday or Sunday, you won't be around - you'll be here, and there's nothing he can do about it... you'll be safe with us! Now, isn't that a good deal?"
The youths nodded hesitantly... but it seemed too good to be true.
"So, that's it? You protect us from him and look after us every weekend?"
The guard slowly lit up a cigarette and smiled...
"Well, there is one other thing: while you're here, your asses are ours! You do whatever we want, whenever we want, and however we want. No ifs, buts or any shit like that..."
The boys already knew that it would be something like that, but the elder brother was worried...
"Will... will we have to do THAT...?" he asked, pointed to the prisoner still lying on the ground, his mouth and nose streaked with shit...
The guard laughed... "No, that's for prisoners only. Sometimes prisoners have to service other prisoners -- what they do to each other is not our concern -- but they ALWAYS have to service the guards..."
"You mean, they eat your shit?"
"... and drink our piss..."
The youth was incredulous, his eyes widening...
"But you won't have to do that -- in fact, they'll have to service you too..."
The youth's face brightened up: "So, we... we do... what you want -- what does that mean?"
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid! Do I have to spell that out for you too?"
The lad nodded slowly...
"You come here on Friday afternoon, as I said. You take off those filthy rags you're wearing and hand them over. You stay naked all weekend, ready to suck, lick, get fucked and generally be good boys, doing what you're told whenever you're told. You get your rags back on Monday morning and fuck off home. You return at five the following Friday, reporting for duty... Is that clear enough? Think about it - this is your last chance, otherwise your fucker of a father will be coming home in a month ready to beat the living daylights out of you, all weekend and every weekend after that, especially after what the fuckin' prisoners will have done to him by then... So say yes NOW or fuck off... and I mean NOW -- you got five seconds!"
The youths looked at one another, alarmed, as the guard counted backwards...
"... three, two..."
"OK, OK... it's a deal!"
"You both agree on that?" the guard asked, nonchalantly sucking on his cigarette...
Both youths nodded...
"OK, we'll get the court order sorted out. When it comes, we'll come to collect you from home for the first time, then you get your fat little asses here by yourselves after that. Remember, if you fail to cooperate, we'll just tear up the court order and hand you back to the tender mercies of your dad. Agreed?"
"Agreed," the elder youth reluctantly replied, his asshole twitching at the prospect of being ravaged again by these men. He knew from his father's stories how the guards treated the prisoners, so he knew it was going to be no picnic when they offered up their naked bodies to their lusts and perverted desires every weekend... but it was still better than what awaited them every weekend after their father had been drinking.
The guard slowly stubbed out his cigarette and spoke quietly to the lad:
"If you wanna make life easier for your asshole, keep sticking something up it during the week to stretch it, `cos some of us have VERY big cocks, and after all, we don't wanna damage our fucktoys now, do we?"
The youth nodded, blushing: "I guess so..."
"Or," the guard continued, "we could start next weekend instead of waiting for the court order. That way, your holes won't get too tight -- after all, it could be a month or more before the court order comes in..."
The lads looked at one another, not knowing what to say. Then the younger one spoke:
"We, er... we'll wait..."
"SIR!" the guard barked.
"We'll wait... sir..." the youth mumbled.
"WHAT? CAN'T HEAR YA BOY!"
"We'll wait, Sir," the youth repeated.
"Remember, boy: when you're round us, every guard is SIR to you -- got it? When you're sixteen -- which won't be too long now -- you can fuck off and never come back again. But when you're in the custody of the court -- and that means US -- you remember your place. Every man here is SIR, superior to you in every way -- except the prisoners of course... they are the lowest form of life here..." as the guard spoke, he slowly spat on the face of the English prisoner, who was still lying on the floor.
"OK, so you'll wait," the guard said, a faint smile playing on his lips...
The youth could not know that the man was already hatching a plot to 'encourage' the youths to come for their `exercise' sooner, rather than later...
"Right, fuck off now, and remember to keep your holes stretched, if you wanna save yourselves some pain next time we meet!"
"Yes Sir," the youths almost whispered, embarrassed and blushing, knowing that their private parts would no longer be their own, to be used by these men for the next year or so till they could leave home and get away from their brutal father.
They walked hesitantly towards the door, knowing the guards were looking at their asses, which had just been fucked by them and which would be fucked many more times...
"Well, what do you say?" the guard asked...
"What d'ya mean... Sir" the elder youth asked.
"Don't you want to thank me for helping you?"
"I don't know what you mean...Sir..."
The guard approached the youth and placed his big hands on the lad's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye:
"Aren't you grateful that you're not gonna get the shit beaten out of ya every weekend?"
"Y-yes... Sir..."
"And..." the guard almost whispered... "aren't you grateful that we are taking the trouble to show you how to make a man feel good, so that when you are men you will know to make your woman pleasure you, or of course... somebody like you...?"
The youth looked the man in the eye, blushing...
"Yes, Sir," he replied, also nearly whispering.
The guard suddenly grabbed the youth's face between his big hands and planted his thick lips on the lad's mouth, kissing him gently at first, but then more urgently. The youth was at first disgusted, but the guard's grip was so strong he couldn't pull away. All he could do was yield to the guard's hot lips and insistent tongue as it probed its way between his own lips and into his mouth. This feeling of powerlessness repulsed him, yet the heat of the guard's lips and tongue was somehow electric, and his own lips began to throb in response, his own tongue began to wrestle with the guard's in his mouth. The guard's spit also began to fill his mouth and he had to swallow if he was not to choke.
The youth could not control his feelings as the big guard wrapped his arms round him, feeling his ass, but never unlocking his hot, spit-slick lips from the youth's mouth. He felt his cock begin to harden, his recently-ravaged shithole twitching as the big man pushed his big hand inside the back of his trousers, a finger searching out the cleft between his buttocks and finding his shitter.
This whole thing was disgusting, repulsive... but his cock betrayed him: the guard knew he had the youth right where he wanted him... He suddenly pulled back a little, yanked the lad's trousers down and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the youth exposed, naked from the nipples down, his arms and head restricted and hidden inside his pulled-up shirt... and his cock hard, dripping with precum, jutting out proudly... and helplessly.
The youth's muffled groans from inside his shirt as he tried to untangle himself only added to the amusement of all three guards.
The guard who had brought him to this level of excitement, had caused the youth's cock to harden involuntarily, had exposed him even to his own brother, not to mention the other guards -- this guard suddenly grabbed the boy from behind, keeping his head and arms firmly entangled in his shirt with one hand, and jerking his throbbing cock with the other. The lad tried to pull away at first, but at a certain moment suddenly just let himself sink back against the body of the big guard as he felt his cock being wanked and wanked until he his spunk suddenly shot out, splattering on to the belly of the English prisoner lying at his feet. The lad's groans could be heard from the confines of his shirt within which his head and arms were locked... but they were not groans of pain or humiliation, but of pleasure. Of course he was revolted at the thought of being exposed and wanked like this, but the fact that he liked it filled him with horror. He had liked the guard's hot lips and probing tongue; he liked like the guard's big hand probing his ass... and he had liked the guard's big hand on his cock, holding him helpless as he jerked it till he came, spurting his juice shamelessly everywhere, in front of everyone, guards and brother alike.
The guard spoke softly in the lad's ear, still holding him tight and keeping the shirt over his head and arms:
"So, what's it to be? You still wanna wait for the court order... or you gonna come here next weekend?"
The youth's cock, still dripping cum, but now no longer jutting out from his naked torso, was slowly subsiding with an occasional twitch as he mumbled through the shirt:
"Ymmmmmmpppppphhh..."
"What's that? Can't hear ya boy..."
"Ymmmmmppphhh Shhhhrrrrrrr...!"
The guard slowly released his gip on the youth, pulling down his shirt and allowing him to pull up his trousers. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed to hell that all three men and his brother had seen him kissed, groped and wanked... and that he had not resisted. The guard who had wanked him put a big hand on his shoulder and walked him to the door...
"So, we have a deal?" he asked. The youth looked up, directly in the man's eyes...
"When...?" he whispered softly.
"When what?
"When... Sir..." The guard smiled, still hatching his plan.
"In two weeks..."
The youth felt a bit disappointed, he needed to be with these guys who had fucked him and wanked him, especially the one who had wanked him. But he could wait...
"Now fuck off the pair of ya!"
The lads left, hearing the door bang shut behind them as they walked along the dusty road in the direction of home...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The guard slammed the door to the guardhouse and turned, looking down at the English prisoner, stilly lying dutifully on the floor, his hands cuffed uncomfortably under his back, the ring through his cock locked to the ring in his navel, the rings through his tits glinting in the early evening sun filtering through the shutters. That prisoner, of course, was me (i am writing this account at the Inspector's orders), and i had observed everything that had transpired between the three guards and the youths. They had been shocked when they first saw me -- I was stripped and shaved, like all the prisoners, which they knew was customary here... but they were perhaps shocked to see the rings through my tits, navel and cock. The youths knew that prisoners could expect no mercy whatsoever here -- their own father had made that very clear to them many times. But still, seeing a man close up whose ass had clearly been thrashed hard (from the black and blue stripes across it) and whose cock was secured by a ring through the head of it to his navel, handcuffed and defenceless, being used as a toilet by the guards was... shocking. i knew i had been brought here because one of the guards needed a dump, but i did not expect to see the sons of the guard who was currently being punished and treated like one of us. i felt strangely embarrassed at my nakedness, my exposed cock, locked to my navel, my tits ringed and sticking out from my pectorals obscenely... and the fact that they had seen me with my face buried under the guard's big ass, clearly doing toilet duty...
The youths were not there when i entered the guardhouse -- i only heard the knock at the door after i was already in position and doing my duty...
When i entered the small room, the guard who needed a dump started undoing his belt and nodded for me to lie on the floor. i of course knew what was coming, and lay down and waited for the guard to stand with his boots on either side of my shoulders, crouch down and spread his big ass over my face. Of course, his crack was unwashed and rank as hell, but i had got used to that and just lay there as he spread his big ass over my face, centring his shitter right over my mouth and forcing my jaw open with his weight. After two or three stinking farts had blasted their way into my mouth and nose, i felt the first turd pushing its way into my open mouth... since my jaw was held open by his weight, i could not bite it, and could do nothing but let it fill my mouth, being squashed into every available space as it forced its way out of his filthy hole. i heard a knock at the door, and the voices of the two youths and one of the guards, saying something about a "deal"...
Satisfied with his dump, the guard stood up, pulling up his trousers over his big, still dirty ass and fastening his belt.
i chewed dutifully, though with my mouth so full it was not easy, and some of the guard's shit escaped round my lips. When i had chewed and swallowed it down, i tried to lick around my lips, so as not to offend the guards with the stink of shit unconsumed. As i did this, i overheard the conversation about the "deal" with the two lads. i heard their astonished reaction to me being used as toilet, and again felt ashamed and embarrassed, lying there with streaks of shit around my mouth as they stared at me.
The conversation and action proceeded as described in the previous chapter...
[i break off here, because one of the Inspector's friends needs a piss after all the drinking they've been doing... i am yanked by the chain through my tit rings to my knees, so that my mouth can do its duty...]
[apparently i did not do my duty satisfactorily, and have been given 20 strokes of the cane on my poor ass... the caning excited the others so much that they both fucked me hard, making me clean up their cocks afterwards in customary fashion with my tongue and mouth... the throbbing pain in my ass is beginning to subside now, but i was crying like a baby as they fucked me... my eyes were still full of tears afterwards, and i could not write any more, but the Inspector's belt on my back and shoulders was very persuasive...]
i have described the whole scene between the guard and the youth, and as it unfolded my cock began to stiffen and strain against the rings locking it to my navel. The other guards sniggered when they saw what was happening to my cock, and one of them came over to me, spat in my face and placed the sole of his boot on my face, turning it sideways and pressing it down on the floor, so that i could not see what was going on. He then used his nightstick to bash my balls a few times to make my cock go down... obviously this prisoner was not allowed to have any pleasure ... i groaned under the guard's boot as the pain shot up from my helpless bollocks, but he knew his work and inflicted the maximum pain without totally destroying my balls. i began to cry under the sole of his boot, but the guard who had dumped on me yelled out:
"Shut that fucker's mouth, I'm trying to have a discussion here!!!"
The guard's boot was lifted from my face and pushed my face to look upwards into the guard's, as he sneered down at me. He spoke quietly...
"If you want to keep your fuckin' balls, you better shurrup...". After he had spoken he calmly spat into my open, whimpering mouth. i knew he meant what he said -- that he would bash my bollocks with his night-stick till they were obliterated, turning me into a eunuch. i was afraid -- my balls were the only thing left that reminded me of the man that i once was. With them gone, i would no longer exist as a man; I would just be an object for use and abuse by other, real men with fully-functioning cocks and balls; I would be the object of their aggression, their rage, their disgusting desires...
"Y-yes Sir," i mumbled through my tears, swallowing down the spit he had dropped into my open mouth.
i lay quietly, soiled and violated, my bollocks throbbing, as the conversation unfolded between the youths and the guard who had dumped on me. Eventually, the youths left and the door was slammed behind them. The three guards resumed their conversation over the rest of the schnapps, casually lighting up cigarettes and discussing what they would do with the lads when they came back, laughing at the prospect of fucking their colleague's sons. One of the guards turned and looked sneeringly down at me:
"I think I need a fuck again, ..." he said, his voice thick with lust...
"Get up here, you fuckin' piece of shit!"
i slowly got up, though it was not easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back. The guard roughly bent me over the desk, kicking my legs apart...
"God, you stink! But hell, what do I care? You're just a low-life piece of prison shit..." As he said this, he was spitting on his no doubt filthy cock and shoving it brutally up my shithole. He took me hard and fast, squirting his man-juice deep inside me. When his shuddering orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of me, turned me round, pushed me to my knees and stuffed cock, streaked with spunk and shit, into my mouth for cleaning. When i had done my duty, he pulled me to my feet by the chain through my tits, dragged me to the door, opened it and shoved me out...
"Get back to your stye, pig! You know the way...!" i heard him and the other guards sniggering as i walked back towards the cell block. My balls were still throbbing, my mouth still tasted of shit and my asshole was leaking shit and spunk as i made my way back to the cell block in the evening twilight, to await god only knew how much more abuse at the hands of these men, guards and prisoners alike...
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I walked slowly through the so-called “exercise” yard, naked and handcuffed with my tits ringed and chained, my cock ringed and locked to the ring in my navel, trying to stop my battered balls banging on my legs as I walked… i shuddered as i passed the whippingpost, remembering all the men, my fellow prisoners, who had been tied to it naked with their hands above their heads and flogged without mercy till they screamed through the leather gag that had been shoved in their mouths and secured with rope behind their necks…
I approached the jail block entrance door: it was closed and i could not knock, with my hands cuffed behind me, so i just stood at the side of the door with my face dutifully facing the wall, at attention, waiting for a guard to come out and throw me back in my cell.
After a while, the door opened and several guards came out: I did not look at them, but kept facing the wall, as I knew I should. They paid no attention to me, but just kept on walking, chatting and joking between themselves. Of course, they knew why I had been let out of the cell and taken to the guardroom (to do toilet duty), but there was no escape from this place, and they knew that eventually one of the other guards would throw me back in the cell…
By now my bladder was bursting and I couldn’t hold it any longer… since my cock was locked to the ring in my navel, I could only piss over my belly and chest as it spurted upwards, only to run down again over my crotch and bollocks, dribbling down the inside of my legs. Some more of the guard’s spunk leaked out of my hole again, in spite of my attempts to hold it back. But I no longer had control of my hole any more: I was nothing more than a prison pig…
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the new guards coming on night duty. As they came near me, one of them hit my abused ass with his stick, laughing and ordering me inside. He stood aside, ushering me in with mock politeness... then he kicked my backside so hard I stumbled forward, only brought to a halt by the sergeant's desk, over which I ended up bent over. As I attempted to stand up again, i felt the guard's hand push down on my neck, so that i was bent over again. He kicked my legs apart as i heard him unfasten his belt and pull down his uniform trousers over his fat ass. i heard him spit on his no doubt filthy cock and then i felt him shove it up my hole hard. Luckily, there was a bit of spunk left from my previous fucking to lube my shit chute a bit...
But this guy's cock was much bigger than the previous guard's, and i could only groan as my hole was stretched to breaking point. My groaning seemed to excite him further, and his 1 thrusting grew more urgent and violent, plunging into me deeper and deeper and stretching my hole impossibly wide. Finally, he squirted his man-juice deep into my guts, shuddering on top of me briefly. Then he roughly pulled his huge weapon out of me, threw me to my knees and made me suck and lick the filthy thing clean. I could feel his spunk leaking out of my hole and tried to squeeze it shut, but his weapon had stretched me so far it was impossible. Fortunately, the solution was simple: after he was satisfied i had done a good job, he pulled me to my feet by the chain through my tits, bent me over the table again and produced a but plug - it wasn't my usual one, but a bigger one - which, when i saw out of the corner of my eye, i didn't believe would ever go in... but his determined pushing (totally ignoring my groans) and the slime and shit already in there did their work. Once it was in, he simply padlocked a chain through the ring in the end of the plug, up my crack up to and around the chain round my waist (which went through my navel ring), pulling it back down again so that the two ends of the chain hung between my legs. It was a matter of seconds before he turned me over, pulled up the two loose ends of the chain either side of my imprisoned cock and locked them to my waist chain. One of the other guards starting whispering to my fucker, causing them both to snigger and laugh…
I was feeling scared, not knowing what other degradation they had in store for me, but I soon found out…
They went and hauled out one of the prisoners from the cell: he was a smallish guy and had been plugged the same way as i was. They dragged him over to the desk, bent him over it, unlocked the chain securing his plug in place, and pulled it out roughly, causing the man to yelp (which only made them laugh more). I was once more forced to my knees and my face was shoved into the prisoner’s backside, now streaked with shit because the plug had been pulled out so roughly.
“You! Pig! Clean him up!”
The stink of his shitty ass was foul, as were the farts he let go when my tongue probed his hole for cleaning duty. Then the guard pulled my face away from the prisoner's ass and shoved the plug that had been up inside that shitter into my mouth, pushing as far in as he could. Fortunately, it was smaller than mine (since the prisoner was a short guy), but still, it nearly choked me. The prisoner's shit was all over it - God only knows how long it had been up there - and now it was dissolving in my spit and trickling down my throat (with my tongue pressed down by the plug I could barely swallow). The guard then wound a leather belt round my head twice, fastening it and holding the shitty plug securely in place…
I was bristling with metal, my mouth was gagged with a shitty plug and my shithole was now well and truly plugged with an impossibly big plug. It felt very heavy in my ass as he pushed me towards the outside door again, but the chains meant it would only come out when the guards bothered to unlock it – certainly not for my comfort, but just because they wanted to fuck me, or watch me being fucked by the other prisoners. I wondered why i was being shoved outside again, but since my mouth was gagged with “shorty’s” butt plug i was not in a position to ask (not that I had any right to, anyway). The guard stood me once more at the side of the door, facing the wall, ordering me to stand to attention. Then he went inside, leaving me alone – naked, fucked, plugged and gagged, with my hands still cuffed behind me. 2 I looked down at my ringed and chained nipples, cock and navel and thought: if any of the guards was really pissed off with me, he could yank on the chains and rip the rings out of my tits, cock and navel if he wanted to. I was so completely vulnerable and helpless, all I could do was obey and please every single one of the men in this hideous place, prisoner or guard. As I contemplated my miserable situation, I heard the sounds of several vehicles drawing up to the prison gates, which opened to allow them in. Facing the wall, I could not see who had arrived, but I soon found out…
From the conversations going on behind my back I could tell it was someone important, together with the sounds of a woman's voice and some teenagers. i shivered in embarrassment that i was standing there, naked and cuffed with my shithole plugged, totally exposed...
i learned later that it was the mayor of some local village, his wife and two teenage sons on an official visit to the prison. At a certain point, I was ordered to turn round, which embarrassed me even more, since they would all see my chained tits and cock… but I had of course no choice, and instantly obeyed, to avoid further punishment. I turned to see that indeed the party consisted of the mayor, his wife and two teenage boys, aged about fifteen I guessed. They stared a bit uncomfortably at me, the boys especially intensely. I quickly looked down to avoid eye contact, as a prison pig should. The guard casually explained that this prisoner had been selected for “special” treatment, to which the mayor replied that he was glad to see that discipline was being rigorously enforced here, with no nonsense about leniency. The mayor’s wife was more specific: she wanted to see discipline being meted out, if possible. The guard replied that of course this could be easily arranged. The mayor’s sons sniggered at the prospect…
As I stood listening to their chatting, I could feel spunk leaking out of my hole round the plug and starting to dribble down between my legs to the underside of my ball sack. I hoped they would not come too close to me, because may face surely stank of shit and my body of sweat and piss. I amazed myself that i could care about these people's feelings, while they were talking so casually about wanting to see a prisoner being punished, but i continued to stand to attention as instructed, with my ringed nipples thrust out proudly and my cock pulled up vertically and locked to my navel, totally exposed to the gaze of the official party…
Finally, they went inside. After they had all gone in, the final guard ordered me to turn round and face the wall again, smiling and telling me in a low voice that i was "going to get it..."
I would have asked why, but of course, with “Shorty’s” butt plug jammed into my mouth I was in no position to speak, even if I dared to ask (which in itself would have resulted in a beating). The guard smacked my ass with his big hand and entered the prison, closing the door behind him. As I stood there, I shivered in anticipation of what they would do to me to “entertain” the mayor, his wife and teenage sons - it would at the very least be a caning on my already battered buttocks, but it might even be a full flogging here in the yard, at the whipping post which stood so menacingly in the middle of it. Being punished in front of the guards and the other prisoners was one thing, but being so degraded in front of "respectable" people like this was something else – i had never known such humiliation...
i had reached new depths of degradation... the last vestiges of my pride and self-respect would now be taken away from me… 3 4 I heard another car enter the prison gates, though of course i dared not look round. I heard a door opening… footsteps in the dusty gravel… then a hand on my shoulder… it was the Inspector. Again, I did not turn round, but remained at attention facing the wall, with my mouth and asshole still plugged…
“The Mayor and his family are here on an official visit…” he said softly behind me, stroking my buttocks…
“They want to see… everything…” this last word he almost whispered.
“… and that includes punishment…” I half knew what he was going to say, but I dreaded it nevertheless…
“... I want you flogged, as a demonstration of how I run things here!” My heart sank – how could I take even more punishment than I had already endured? 'My’ Inspector could degrade me, fuck me, make me his toilet… this I would gladly take, but to be flogged in front of the Mayor, his wife and two sons till I screamed like a stuck pig through my gag…
I began to cry softly though only soft groans came out of my mouth, gagged as it was with the butt plug that had been up “Shorty’s” shithole.
“I want this,” the Inspector said softly…
“… because you gave yourself to me, to this life… and I want you,” he said.
This last statement pierced me like a bullet: it was the first time he had ever expressed any feeling about me! My heart was pounding…
“We have been very cruel to you, and the more they do to you, the more I want you… The more the other prisoners and guards degrade you and do unspeakable things to you, the more I want them to… and the more I want you ... Do you understand?" I nodded, still facing the wall dutifully.
This 'tenderness' on his part just brought more tears to my eyes... and it was then that i knew i loved him.
“So, I will have you flogged severely in front of the official party… and when they have gone, I will fuck you harder than ever before, because seeing you suffer makes me want to fill you with my seed. I hate you because you make me want you! I fuck the other prisoners, but they are just dogs… you are different: there is something about you that I desire more than anything, and yet I hate you for it. That is why I want to have you punished so much. When they crucified you, I wished you would die… and if you had died, no-one would care. Yet I let you live, because I need you… for the rest of your life, I will be your worst nightmare, but I know you love me for this. I know …” he said softly.
Of course, it was true, how could I deny it? My own cock betrayed me (I could not hide it, since I was permanently naked). The devil in the Inspector’s heart had claimed me for his own. If the Inspector had been Satan himself, i would still have surrendered to him…
“So,” he continued,
“are you ready to suffer for me?” In tears, I nodded slowly, knowing how viciously the whip would cut into my back, buttocks and legs... knowing that the Mayor, his wife and two sons would be watching as i screamed and struggled at the whipping-post... but i had yielded up my soul to this man... and my sufferings would please him and make him want me more. i would be proud to suffer for him...
The Inspector abruptly opened the door and went in, leaving me alone, facing the wall once more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
After what seemed like hours, but was only about twenty minutes, I heard voices and movement just inside the door, which was eventually flung open, and the Mayor, his wife and sons emerged, the boys chattering excitedly and sniggering as they passed me, still facing the wall. A couple of the guards brought out chairs for the official party and the Inspector, who also came out with a riding-crop in his right hand…
He reached for the chain between my ringed nipples and dragged me over to the whipping post…
My heart was pounding as he unlocked the cuffs behind my back, which gave me some relief at last – but it was short-lived: he locked the cuffs in front of me this time, inserting a chain, which was bolted to the whipping-post at one end, between my extended arms, and pulling the loose end of the chain up and hooking one of the links of the loose end on to a steel L-shaped pin driven into the wooden whipping-post. My arms were stretched above my head now, and the Inspector clasped a thick leather belt around my waist and buckled it on the other side of the whipping-post, pulling it tight, so that my buttocks were thrust out, obscenely revealing the plug in my hole. My cock, ringed and chained to my navel was pressed against the rough, splintery wooden post.
The Inspector spoke: “This prisoner is a foreigner. He has no respect for the people of our country. He is listed for special punishment. All rights have been denied him. His own embassy has renounced him. He is therefore here for the rest of his life. He is in the lowest category of prisoner here. I will punish him in the manner suited for low-lifes of this kind. The beating will be severe, so if any members of the official party wish to leave, please do so now…”
His words were met with silence, so I presume they wished to watch me being whipped…
The Inspector checked the butt plug in my mouth, to make sure it was tight enough as a gag, then stood back, raised his arm (which I could see out of the corner of my eye) and brought the whip down on my shoulders and back in rapid succession, causing me to scream through my shitty gag, but I knew it would mean nothing to him. In fact he had already told me that the more I screamed and jerked, the more he wanted to punish me. The belt around my waist that secured me to the whipping-post, combined with the fact that my arms were secured by a chain and the handcuffs to the post above my head, meant that there would not be much movement on my part…
As I looked down, 1 I noticed that my nipples had with time grown bigger, thanks to the big rings inserted through them: they stuck out obscenely, attracting the attention of anyone who happened to see my permanently naked body…
I was soon roused from these thoughts when he began to thrash my buttocks, and I involuntarily thrust my pelvis forward, grinding my ringed tits and poor, imprisoned cock and balls into the splintery wood. I lost count of the number of times the riding-crop slashed my helpless, thrust-out buttocks, but then he moved downwards, thrashing the backs of my thighs and calves. Of course, I was screaming and crying through my filthy butt-plug gag, and did not hear one of the youths throwing up at the sight his parents had invited him to witness, although I could see him out of the corner of my tear-filled eye. The Inspector then proceeded upwards again, thrashing my buttocks, then my back and shoulders once more. Then I passed out, mercifully, although I was still secured firmly to the post.
I came round, still bound to the whipping-post, to the sound of conversation between the Mayor and the Inspector: “… yes, I can see you are doing an excellent job here, Inspector. My wife and sons now begin to understand that the Law is not to be trifled with in our country. My elder son is nearly sixteen now, and is thinking of going into the police force, so it has been a useful exercise visiting the prison and seeing discipline being given out. My younger son is not quite fifteen yet, and he is not sure what career he wants to pursue. But, Inspector, if you can give them a helping hand, I would be most grateful…”
“My pleasure, Mr. Mayor. I will see what I can do for them… Maybe one or both of them would like to spend a few days with us, observing how we work…”
“Well, boys, what do you think? Would you like to take up the Inspector’s kind offer?”
The elder boy was very enthusiastic, I could hear behind my beaten back as I hung there, naked, helpless and beaten while they chatted. He wanted to spend his summer school vacation working at the prison. The younger boy was not so sure…
“C’mon boy, the Inspector is being very kind and helpful… He could help you get a job here later – you know how difficult it is to get work nowadays…
I think, Inspector, that he will be glad to come along too.”
“That’s all right, Mr. Mayor, maybe this is all a bit too much for him right now, but his brother seems ready for it – am I right?” he asked the older youth.
“Sure – when can I start?” he replied excitedly.
“Come along tomorrow morning – you can see the prisoners’ morning routine…” (and of course I knew that meant the ritual canings of all prisoners every morning)…
“Thanks, Inspector – I’ll be there!”
“Well, thank you again, Inspector. I will put in a very favourable report to the local council about how you handle things here… We’ll be in touch about my sons’ careers…”
“Goodbye Mr. Mayor, Madam… boys…” the Inspector bade them farewell as they got into their car. As it left the prison gates, the Inspector returned to me, sliding his hand up and down my back and buttocks, on fire with pain…
I felt him unlocking the butt-plug in my hole, which he then pulled out roughly, forcing my guts to disgorge their contents down between my legs. I felt strangely ashamed and embarrassed, but the guards just laughed…
I heard the Inspector fiddle with his belt and trousers, then play with his cock till it was stiff and start shoving it up my shitty hole. With my waist firmly secured 2 to the whipping post, I could not move, but mercifully the shit acted as a lubricant as he pushed his long, fat member into me. He was taller than me, so it was no problem for him to do this. The pain in my buttocks was intense as his pelvis banged into me, grinding my poor cock and balls even harder into the splintery wood. I groaned through my gag as his thrusting got harder and faster, burbling incoherently through my gagged mouth that I wanted him to stop, give me a rest… and then, finally, just that I wanted him…
The guards watched in silence as the Inspector buggered me brutally till he finally shot his spunk up my shit-chute with a great roar…
He stood there a few moments, waiting for his erection to subside – but it did not go down so fast, so he just pulled out of me brutally, had the guards release me from the post, cuff my hands behind as before, push me to my knees, remove the butt-plug gag from my mouth and open my mouth to receive his shitty cock for cleaning. I did my duty, my tongue cleaning his shit and spunk-streaked cock and balls, trying to show my respect for him as best I could…
When he was satisfied, the Inspector told the guards to throw salt water over my blood-spotted back and buttocks put me back in my cell - when they had finished with me….
What did that mean? Would they beat me again? Would they fuck my battered, spunk-filled hole again (which was leaking now because my hole had been stretched so much that I had little control over it…)? I was brought back to reality as I felt the bucket of cold salty water being thrown over me. I groaned as the salt washed my already fiery back, ass and legs, watched by the Inspector. He looked down at me, on my knees with my faced creased in agony…
but he just smiled and spat in my open mouth. I swallowed his spit gratefully…
gratefully: a strange word to use about a man who had degraded and punished me so cruelly, and who would no doubt continue to do so for years to come – and yet I did feel grateful to him. After all, he had taught me my true place in the world of men. He was a man that all the guards and prisoners feared and respected, as I did. I respected his punishment of me, I respected his cock, balls, his big, ripe, manly ass, his smelly feet, his sweat, spit and spunk. He hated me, yet wanted me. I could never escape from this place…
He owned me. The night into which I had journeyed would be endless...
The Inspector abruptly turned, went to his car and drove out of the gates of the compound, leaving me alone with the guards. One of them pulled me to my feet by my nipple chain and growled at me with his face so close to mine I had to smell his sweat and beery breath as he spoke: “The Inspector’s gone now, so it's shithouse duty for you,” he sneered, spitting in my face.
The other two guards laughed as they dragged me by my helplessly chained tits to the guards’ toilet block. As we entered the small, tiled room I could smell the stench of stale urine - the only urinal was blocked and filled with frothy guards’ piss. Needless to say, I was pushed to my knees in front of it and my head pushed down into the stinking yellow liquid.
“DRINK! English pig!”
the guard barked, holding my head down. The foul liquid was still warm from the last guard’s piss. My mouth was parched from being so long in the sun and after suffering my punishment, so I opened my mouth and lapped at the piss, then gulping it all down, cleaning the urinal with my tongue as I was expected to do. When the guard was satisfied, he once again pulled me to my feet by my nipple chain and dragged me to the toilet box in which I had been imprisoned once before…
I lay down 3 4 with my face under the toilet seat, and the board with the space for my neck was put in place, imprisoning my head in the stinking toilet box (there were some recent pieces of guard shit still left in it. One of the other guards stood over my lower body, in front of the box, took out his cock and unceremoniously unleashed a hot stream of piss into the box over my face. After shaking out the last few drops, he shoved his unwashed cock back in his pants and left with the second guard. The remaining guard, who had dragged me here, calmly lit up a cigarette, dropped his pants, turned round and sat down on the toilet, his ripe butt just an inch from my face.
He was obviously going to take a dump - and, sure enough, he farted two or three times and then pushed out a big turd into my open mouth (he made sure my mouth was open by bashing my helpless balls with the heel of his boot - he timed his "drop" perfectly to coincide with the moment when i yelled in pain. His first turd was followed by two smaller ones, the rich stench of his excrement filling the space inside the box in which my face was trapped under his big ass…
With a last fart he ordered me to clean his hole, which I did as best I could, though my shitcoated tongue could not do the job properly. When he was satisfied, he calmly got up and pulled his trousers up over his big ass and left, slamming the lid of the toilet down. He went out, whistling nonchalantly.
I was once more left alone in the stinking toilet block, handcuffed, my head trapped in the toilet box with the remains of the guard’s shit drying on my face and mouth, my body extended beyond it, with my tits, cock and balls helplessly exposed to any guard who wanted to hurt me. My shithole had mercifully not been plugged again, but it was leaking with the Inspector’s spunk mixed with my shit…
JOURNEY INTO NIGHT – CHAPTER THIRTY
I don’t know how many hours I spent there: it was already getting dark when I was put on toilet duty after I was flogged. Occasionally, the single naked light bulb would be flicked on when a guard came in to piss or dump on my face. Once I had cleaned his hole, he would pull up his uniform trousers (often spitting on my shitty face at the same time) and go out, turning off the light and leaving me in darkness. I would occasionally doze off, only to be awakened when the guards on night duty came in to piss or shit on me…
Finally, dawn broke, and several guards came in (they were replacing the night watch) laughing and joking.
They paid no attention to me as they pissed into the toilet box together – one of them inevitably needing a dump, of course. So he just pulled down his trousers in front of the other two guards and unceremoniously sat down, pressing his big ass into my trapped face and farting several times, to the evident amusement of the other two. He pushed out several turds, which just plopped on to my mouth, nose and neck. i made sure i cleaned his dirty hole as best i could, although the guards didn't care much how clean they were, since they knew there was always a prisoner there to do the job for them. Eventually, the three of them left, two of them ribbing the one who had dumped on me, complaining about the stink he had left behind. Finally, one of the guards came in to take me for my morning caning with all the other prisoners.
He released my head from the box, yanked me to my feet by my nipple chain, and screwed up his face looking at my own shitty face: “You, English pig! You stink! I wash you now!” he sneered.
What he meant by washing was just to push me to my knees and piss all over my head, but it did wash away some of the dried-on shit, even though I stank of his morning urine. Pulling me again to my feet by my nipple chain, he roughly shoved me forward into the yard towards the prison block. I had been so cruelly whipped the evening before, I did not think I could take any more, but I knew there was no use protesting – the Inspector would make no exceptions, especially for me. As I approached the door to the block, i could hear the sound of the cane whistling down on some prisoner's buttocks...
The guard threw open the door, revealing one of the prisoners held face down over the desk, his ass criss-crossed with livid red stripes. He groaned with each new stroke, but his head was held fast between the meaty thighs of one of the guards, who held his arms up and back, to ensure there would be no unnecessary struggling. I knew my turn would soon be next, and I shuddered at the thought that my poor ass would soon be getting its punishment again. I stood at attention till the prisoner had received his statutory twenty strokes. He was allowed to stand up, rubbing his backside, and shoved back in the cell. Now it was my turn…
As usual, I was thrown face down over the Inspector’s desk, my legs kicked apart, my head down and gripped by the same meaty thighs that held the previous prisoner, and my handcuffed arms pulled up and back in the usual way. My buttocks were still sore from the previous day’s punishment, so I knew I was in for a rough ride. I tensed, waiting for the cane to whistle down, but I heard the door open and then the Inspector’s voice…
I was astonished when I heard him tell the guards not to beat me, but put me back in the cell with the other prisoners. Maybe he was taking pity on me, after his thrashing the previous evening – whatever the reason, i could not have been more relieved. I was pulled up from the desk, and shoved, still cuffed, back into the cell with the other prisoners, who had all been caned as usual. I kept my eyes dutifully looking down at the floor, but i could see that the Inspector had arrived with the Mayor’s son, as planned, and another man...
Once I was back in the cell, and the door had been banged shut and locked, I could see through the bars that the other uniformed man was enormous – he must have been at least six-foot-seven.
He was built like a tank, with broad shoulders, thickly muscled arms and legs and a big, powerful-looking ass. His legs and ass were so built that the seams of his trousers were almost splitting. His face was unshaven, he had a shaved head and jet black eyes. The Inspector introduced him as the new warden: the Inspector had been promoted and was leaving the prison service.
My heart sank: this was the only man who would save me from almost certain death – yes, he had beaten me, degraded and fucked me, but I had yielded myself up to him, knowing that somehow this was my place in life, helpless and at his mercy. But he had always taken care of me in his own cruel way. To be abandoned now, and under the authority of a new warden who clearly had no scruples about the treatment of prisoners – this was a terrifying prospect, and I shuddered with terror. The Inspector introduced the new Warden to the various “facilities" of the building, with a cursory nod in the direction of our overcrowded cell, mentioning that all the prisoners were lifers, including the English one...
“Who is the English one?”
the Warden asked. The Inspector snapped his fingers at me to move forward to the bars. I stood before the new Warden, whose black eyes glittered as he looked my naked, handcuffed body up and down. Of course, I immediately looked down after my quick glance at the Warden’s face…
I stood there dutifully as the Inspector and the Warden conversed…
Obviously, the Inspector had told him something of my history, because he seemed to know quite a lot about me…
“I see he has been ringed,” the Warden said, with no trace of surprise.
“He is a special case,” the Inspector replied.
“He is a foreigner with no respect for our country. So we teach him to be VERY respectful. He is a lifer, so he has no rights… Make sure you teach him well…”
“Don’t worry,” the Warden answered,
“I will make sure he is completely respectful!" I did not know what he meant by that, but obviously it was not going to be pleasant. It seemed so unfair - i had yielded myself voluntarily to the Inspector, I had done everything i could to show my respect for him and his countrymen. I had been degraded lower than a dog; I had been punished certainly more severely than the other prisoners; I had been used as a toilet by the guards and the prisoners; my asshole had been used and abused by prisoners and guards alike, not forgetting the Inspector; I had been branded and ringed - what more could the new Warden do to me to teach me to be 'respectful'?
The Inspector came to the bars of our cell, took my chin in his hand, lifting my face up to look at him and spoke: “I am going now – you will not see me again. Whether you live or die depends on how well you behave with the new Warden, understand?”
I nodded, tears coming to my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.
“Why do you cry?” he suddenly asked in a quiet voice.
“Because… because i… i do not want you to go. i have done everything to please you, even though you have beaten and humiliated me..."
“But it was what you needed, it was your destiny, no?” As he said this, he held my chin firmly up, so that I would have to look into his eyes. I closed my eyes to avoid his piercing gaze…
“LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER ME!” he barked. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his…
“Yes…” I whispered. “But… why are you abandoning me…? I … i need you..."
“For what? Your life is now totally out of your control, you are what you were always meant to be…
an object under the control of men. The other prisoners are violent criminals – the guards are criminals too, but they wear uniforms…
You gave yourself to me, to dispose of as I wished, so now I give you to them. Yes, I wanted you, but you were dragging me down to a level where I did not wish to go to. But the new warden is much worse than me, and he hates people like you. He is a psycho. Under him, you will sink to new depths, where you truly belong…
Goodbye, Englishman…”
This was the first time I had been called a man, but it would be the last. The Inspector abruptly turned, collected his papers from the desk, shook hands with the new Warden and left. The new Warden walked slowly towards us, behind our imprisoning bars, glaring menacingly. He stood, his beefy legs apart, and folded his arms.
He spoke in the voice that i later came to fear – it was deep, his words slow and menacing: “Your lives are now in my hands. The State has given me total authority here – the State wishes you were all dead, so if any of you should be so unfortunate as to meet that fate, no-one will care, least of all the State. You are all pigs, you are nothing. But we have to feed you and house you for the rest of your worthless lives… you are nothing but a burden to the State, which is why the State wishes you dead…”.
The huge man paused to look round us poor, pathetic, naked prisoners, waiting for his words to sink in...
“I have been told that discipline here has become very easy – I intend to change all that…”
I thought to myself: easy? The vicious punishments were easy? The disgusting things I had been made to do were easy? How much more severe could things get?
“I have decided to make an example… you…” he nodded in my direction. My heart was thumping…
“Yes, you – English pig! The good Inspector let you go this morning from your daily punishment… but I will not: bring him here!”
he said to the guards, without turning his head, looking me straight in the eye. Now i was scared: I had been beaten only the previous evening, and I was sure I could not stand any more of it. But there was no-one to protect me, now that the Inspector had abandoned me to this monster. I started to blubber like a small kid: “No, no, please no – I’ll do anything you want, but please….”
I was hauled out in front of him and he slapped my face with his huge hand, and would have fallen to the ground, if it were not for the guards holding me fast by my handcuffed arms. The Warden held my face in the same hand that had smashed into my defenceless face and spoke in that deep, menacing voice of his: “You talk too much, pig… you see, pigs do not speak – they are animals. So why do you speak? Do you imagine that anything you say will make the slightest difference? You may scream when you are punished, but…”
he paused to take my helpless balls in his other hand and squeeze them viciously…
“if you speak without permission again, I will have your balls cut off. I will not cut out your tongue – we need that for other duties…”
I cried and struggled as he tortured my poor balls, but handcuffed and held by the guards, I was defenceless.
“Take him – and double the punishment! Forty strokes!”
I could not believe it: in spite of the fact that my poor ass was already well striped, he was going to give me double the usual morning punishment. I was frogmarched over to the table and the guards were about to bend me over it, when the Warden interrupted: “No, not that way – on his back…”
The Warden walked over as they laid me on my back, with my head hanging just over the edge. He came behind me and straddled my face, squeezing his big thighs and trapping my face in his huge uniformed ass. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up, so that my rump was poking up into the stratosphere…
“Begin!”
he said softly… The guard raised the cane and brought it whistling down on to my upturned buttocks. The pain shot through me and I screamed into the Warden’s ass – uselessly of course, as the Warden had certainly let it be known that mercy was not part of his vocabulary. In a way, i was glad my screams were muffled, as it must have been shocking for the Mayor's son to witness this cruelty on his first day as an 'apprentice’ jailer. After the tenth stroke, I heard the Warden tell the guard to get the thick leather paddle. It gave me a few moments of respite, during which the Warden farted a couple of times, filling my mouth and nose with his stink.
Again those terrifying words: “Begin…” and again my upturned ass was battered over and over, the blows now extending to my thighs as well. My wails and screams were lost in the tightly stretched uniform covering the Warden's farting ass. After the thirtieth stroke, the Warden told the guard to stop and fuck my hole, since he obviously had a hard-on from beating me and needed to relieve himself. I heard the guard unbuckle his uniform trousers, pull out his cock and spit on it. Of course, there was no other preparation: he just pushed the thing into my open, defenceless hole, burying it all the way.
I groaned into the Warden’s big ass as I was invaded. The guard fucked me fast and brutally - he had obviously been very turned on by thrashing my helpless rump. Finally, he erupted, banging his cock into me very hard. He pulled out roughly, and I could feel his jism and probably some of my shit dribbling out of my hole. The Warden farted again and ordered another guard to take over my thrashing, since the first one was no longer excited. He obviously knew that if the guard's cock was aroused, he would punish the victim harder…
“Use the cane again… no, the thicker one… Begin!” the Ward said quietly.
Once more, pain shot through me as my poor defenceless ass was assaulted, until all forty strokes had been delivered. Finally, the Warden released my legs and moved back off my tear-streaked face. One of the guards pulled me off the table into a standing position by my nipple chain. The Warden came and stood in front of me - i of course looked down at his boots, shaking and sobbing, but he lifted my chin up and spoke: “So you see, English pig, you can expect things only to get worse while I’m here…”
I had been ordered not to speak, so all i could do was try and nod, though his huge hand held my face fast. Then he pulled down my jaw and spat a huge gob of spit into my mouth, closing it afterwards…
“You are my prisoner now, and as you swallow my spit…” (which I was doing, though with difficulty)
“you will realise that from now on you will swallow everything that comes out of me, your guards and your fellow prisoners… there are only a few of you left anyway, so that shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?”
He shook my head from side to side in mock agreement. He leaned forwards and downwards (he was much taller than me) and belched in my face.
“You are a pig: I will treat you like one... Now take the pig back to its cell!" – and with that, the guards once more frogmarched me back behind bars.
Clearly, unlocking my handcuffs was not on the cards for today, though my shoulders ached from being in the same position all the time. The Warden then withdrew into another room with all the guards except the duty guard – no doubt to give them a pep talk on what the new regime was going to be like. My first ‘taste’ of it told me that life was going to be more hellish than ever before, if that were possible.