JOURNEY INTO NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

 

By beastmaster42@hotmail.com

 

Previously...

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...

 

 

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...