Date: Thu, 26 May 2005 09:29:01 +0000 From: Mark Bronson Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - 14 Gay/Urination After I had serviced the guards' stinking cocks through the bars of my cell, I turned round to look for my piece of bread, and a cup of coffee to wash away the foul taste of shit, piss and spunk from my mouth. I could see one of my three cellmates sitting on the shit bucket, obviously taking a dump. After a couple of farts and satisfied grunts, it was obvious that he was emptying his guts. The stink hung heavy in the small cell... As I looked towards the coffee pot, I could see that there was no bread left, and thought they had eaten my share... "No bread?" I asked timidly. A smile broke out on the unshaven face of the thug who was taking a dump... "You want bread?" he asked, still grinning. I nodded uncertainly and he got up off the bucket (without wiping his ass of course), came towards me and clapped one of his big, gnarled hands round the back of my neck and shoved me unceremoniously towards the bucket... There, swimming in his piss and half-buried by his still-steaming turds, was a piece of bread - obviously, MY bread... "You want eat?" he grunted - and without waiting for my reply, just shoved my face down in the mess and held it there... "EAT!" he barked, kicking me in the balls from behind as I knelt on the floor with my knees apart. The pain shot up from my cock and balls, exploding in my brain, so that I involuntarily opened my mouth to scream. Of course, it immediately filled with the piss and shit in the stinking bucket. I tried to pull my head out of the mess, but it was just shoved down again by his foot... "EAT BREAD! NOW!" he barked again. With my hands still cuffed behind me, I was defenceless, so - not wanting any more damage to my balls - I slowly opened my mouth, snaking my tongue out to find the piss-soaked, shit-streaked bread that was to be my breakfast. I clamped my teeth into it and pulled it out of the mess, kneeling up to show that I had obeyed him. I started chewing - not difficult, as it had become very soft, thanks to being soaked in the prisoners' piss. However, this meant that a piece broke off and fell to the floor as I chewed. I was glad, because that bit was very shitty... But that did not matter to the thug whose ass had been in my face all night and who was now supervising my 'breakfast'... "EAT!" he barked again, pointing to the shitty bread on the floor... Slowly, I bent forward and opened my mouth to pick up the filthy thing and eat it - I could not use my hands, of course, as they were still cuffed behind me. My stomach began to heave as I chewed the bread that was now soaked in the prisoners' piss and covered liberally with my tormentor's shit. But I managed to swallow it all down. When I had finished, I looked up at him, towering over me with his tree-trunk legs, his shaved, unwashed body glistening with sweat... He just grinned down at me, turned round, pulled my face into his ass and farted loudly into my helpless nose and mouth. I gained some small satisfaction from the knowledge that this shit-encrusted ass would soon be bent over the table getting a vicious caning from the guards in as was the custom every morning (in fact, the fading stripes from yesterday's caning were still visible on his big buttocks as I looked up with my mouth and nose still held firmly in his stinking crack. After he had farted, he still held me in there... "YOU... YOU CLEAN ME... NOW!" he barked again, in his own language of course, which I was now beginning to understand. My tongue came out and did its duty, cleaning all round his sticky, sweaty, shithole which had been taking a dump just ten minutes before. He grunted in satisfaction, pushing out his hole so that my tongue could get inside and do its work properly. As I did my 'work' I realized that this would be my lot for the rest of my life - that from now on, the filthy cocks and asses of all these men, both prisoners and guards, would be higher than me... that I would be made to show respect to their filth, their foulness, that my position was lower than their excrement, their spit, piss and sweat... and that this was the life to which I was now condemned by my own act of foolishness, but from which I could now never escape... It was a journey into darkness, into the abyss... into night. With my face still held in the prisoner's ass crack, my tongue doing its duty, I heard a key turning in the lock - the guards had come to take the prisoners for their caning... The first one they took was the one whose hole my tongue was currently cleaning. The guards just snapped their fingers in his direction, and he let go of my head, walking slowly towards the cell bars. Two guards grabbed him, each taking an arm, hauling him naked and shaved as he was to the table, pushed him down over it while two other guards grabbed his arms and held them down over the table, stretching him forwards as they did so. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then 'my' inspector entered the room from outside, walked quickly up to the table, on which three or four canes of different sizes and weights were lying, took one in his hand, swished it through the air and put it down again, taking another, heavier one, which seemed to satisfy him more. Then he nodded to the guards that he was about to begin, at which point they held the victim's arms down more tightly than before. The inspector stood to the side of the prisoner's helpless buttocks and without more ado gave the prisoner's big ass twenty vicious cracks of the cane without stopping. I see from the bulge in his trousers that the inspector was getting excited. The inspector was the man for whom I had sacrificed my life, and I was pleased that he took pleasure in such activities... if he was happy, then I was happy... After the customary twenty strokes of the cane, he threw the cane down on the floor, hurriedly dropped his trousers, took his now stiff cock in his hands and pushed it into the helpless prisoner's shithole, which was still moist from my spit. The prisoner groaned again as he was invaded, but of course it was useless to protest. The inspector fucked him fast and brutally, shooting his load into the helpless hole between the man's beaten buttocks. My heart missed a beat as he turned towards our cell, his cock still in the man's hole, looked at me and snapped his fingers, beckoning me forward... One of the guards came and dragged me out of the cell and pushed me to my knees behind the beaten prisoner while the inspector pulled his softening cock out his hole. I saw it was streaked with shit and spunk as he pulled down my jaw and stuffed it into my mouth for cleaning. I was grateful to be able to do this for him, even though it was another man's hole that he had fucked. It would have been too arrogant of me to suppose that he would want to fuck MY hole - I was dedicated to HIS pleasure, not my own... I dutifully cleaned the inspector's cock and balls. He looked down, checked that I had done my duty properly, then pulled up his trousers stuffed his cock back into them, fastening his fly buttons. Then he snapped his fingers, pointing towards the prisoner's ravaged hole, now leaking spunk, tinged with brown. I hesitated for an instant - the prospect of cleaning out the prisoners hole again, now filled with spunk made me feel nauseous. But that moment of hesitation was too long for the inspector, who immediately grabbed the cane with which he had just beaten the prisoner, signalled to the guards, who picked me up and threw me across the table next to the prisoner and immediately started slashing at my helpless buttocks, bringing the cane down mercilessly till I screamed and cried like a little boy. I lost count of the number of strokes, it seemed to go on for ever. But eventually, the inspector stopped and shoved me once more to my knees behind the prisoner's beaten backside. I did not hesitate this time, but plunged my face into the man's stinking crack between his viciously striped buttocks and licked frantically at his smelly hole, now leaking spunk and shit. I was glad to be able to lap up my inspector's spunk, it was his gift to me and I was grateful, even though I had to swallow it down with the prisoner's dissolved shit. The prisoner grunted in satisfaction as my tongue probed his stinking, fucked hole. I was glad to obey my inspector's commands........ When I had finished to his satisfaction, he pulled my shaved head out of the prisoner's crack and signaled me to stand up. I did so and stood before him, my hands still cuffed, looking humbly down at his boots. He came towards me, put a hand under my chin and raised my face. I was still tearful from the pain of the caning he had given me, as he pulled down my jaw and spat in my mouth as a sign that he was pleased with me...