Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2005 06:36:16 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - 22

JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

By beastmaster42@hotmail.com

Previously...

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....