Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 15:00:20 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 12

Copyright: Beastmaster42.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is
purely coincidental.

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JOURNEY INTO NIGHT

CHAPTER TWELVE

The commandant called out to one of the guards: "Put him on toilet duty!"

With that, two guards came into the stinking piss house and dragged me
through the pools of piss on the floor to one of the crappers. This was not
the usual porcelain toilet-bowl, but just a plain wooden seat with a hole in
it for sitting on: I was pushed down on the floor and made to lie down in
the pools of piss with my head shoved under the toilet seat (I was still
handcuffed). A wooden board was placed over my neck and locked into place
under the seat (it had a semicircle cut out of it, just big enough to
accommodate my neck). As I looked up through the wooden toilet-seat, I could
see the guards smirking down at me. Then they left me there, and I knew what
was coming...

It was not long before one of the guards came in to take a crap: I saw the
brute briefly as he undid his trousers, pulled them down over his big
buttocks and sat down to shit, nonchalantly taking out a newspaper to read
while he emptied his guts. His fat arse and cock bulged down through the
hole, almost touching my face. He put one booted foot on my belly and rested
the heel of his other boot on my cock and balls, still painful from their
piercing with nails. I groaned with pain, but he just jabbed my bollocks
with the heel of his boot and told me to shut up...

With my head trapped in the shit-box, just under the guard's arse as it
protruded down through the opening in the toilet seat, the farts that first
erupted from his guts filled the small space with a shitty stink: I had no
choice but to smell them and breathe them in. Eventually, a large turd
started poking out of his hole and dropped heavily down on to my mouth and
nose. It stank bad... Piss then gushed out of his cock all over my throat
and mouth, followed by a couple more turds, this time a bit smaller than the
first one. I did not eat them, as I was already feeling slightly sick from
eating the commandant's shit. But I realised that if I was left in there
long enough, it would only take a few more guards emptying their guts over
my face and my whole head would be covered in shit and piss - but that was
too bad, I was locked in here, handcuffed and naked for as long as they
wanted to leave me here. I lay there quietly, as the guard got up, pulled
his trousers up without wiping his arsehole (that would be left for some
prisoner's tongue to deal with - and in any case, there was no paper) and
went away.

I stayed there all afternoon, with various guards coming in from time to
time to take a crap. They all rested their booted feet on my chest, belly or
bollocks, paying no attention to me whatsoever as I lay there, with their
shit piling up on top of my face. I knew I was nothing, that I had no
rights, that the only mercy they would show me was by not beating me, or
piercing me with nails, or branding me or inflicting some other unspeakable
horror on my body. They could kill me if they wished, and no-one would care.
The fact that I am writing this account of my life in this hell is testimony
to the fact that they in fact kept me alive. Obviously they enjoyed
torturing my body and using my mouth and shithole - so long as they did so,
they would keep me alive. When I was no longer interesting for them, they
would undoubtedly dispose of me, like some useless piece of rubbish. And yet
I knew I was born for this, to be degraded in every possible way, to suffer
for the amusement of men. I yielded myself up to them now, without
resistance, because they were man enough to take me and use me the way I
deserved...

Eventually, the box under the toilet seat that imprisoned my head was so
full of the guards' shit and piss I could not breathe, except by chewing and
swallowing some of the filth from their guts that had been deposited in it.
The stink was appalling, and even the guards were revolted. I was eventually
released, my hands uncuffed, and ordered to clean up the mess with my bare
hands, depositing it in the cesspool outside. My head, face and neck, were
coated in their shit, now drying on me. As I went outside, carrying a pile
of their shit in my hands, some of the other prisoners saw me and sniggered
- clearly this was something they had all endured at one time or another.
When I had removed as much of the filthy brown mess as I could with my bare
hands, I was ordered to lick the rest off the inside of the box and the seat
till it was more or less 'clean' again. Of course, my tongue was so coated
in it that I had to clear my mouth with saliva and swallow thoroughly... But
the guards understood the problem only too well, occasionally forcing me to
my knees and swilling my mouth out with piss from their dirty cocks.
Throughout the entire day, the only drink I had had was their stinking hot
piss, but I was grateful for it nevertheless.

After I had completed my cleaning work, it was time for me to be cleaned up:
I was not, as I expected, thrown into the only shower in the entire prison
(used only by the guards, and not very often): instead, my face was pushed
into one of the blocked-up urinals, filled with stale, stinking guards'
piss. If I was not to drown, I had to drink some of it as they held my head
firmly down in the stinking, dark yellow liquid. I was nothing more than a
toilet now, reduced even lower than the pig I had been forced to become...

Eventually, I swallowed enough of the foul, stinking liquid to be able to
breathe, but my face was still held down in the guards' urinal. I heard one
of the guards fumbling with his trousers and, inevitably, his filthy cock
pushed its way into my defenceless hole. With my face still stuck down in
the remaining piss, he buggered me fast and brutally, the other guards
laughing and grunting as he did so. When he had finished, he pulled me up,
pushed me to my knees and stuck his shit and spunk-smeared cock in my mouth
for the usual clean-up. I looked up at him as he towered over me, but he
pulled his cock out suddenly, slapped my face right and left and stuck his
filthy member back into my mouth - clearly looking a guard straight in the
eye was not permitted: another act of servile humility. We prisoners could
look down at their boots, crotches, arses or chests, but no higher.

He pulled his softening cock out to see if it was clean enough and, being
satisfied, stuffed the thing back into his trousers, turned round, pulled my
face into his backside and farted. The other guards sniggered at my
humiliation as I was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts.

It was now evening, and time for all the prisoners to be locked up for the
night. I was taken to my cell, which was occupied by three other prisoners.
The cell was tiny, there were no beds, just a pile of filthy rags on the
floor which served as a bed. As the guards opened the cell door, they
handcuffed me once more and pushed me in. The other inmates eyed me up and
down: of course, they too were shaved from head to foot and had their
nipples and cocks pierced with rings, chained together so that their cocks
were permanently in a vertical position. Whenever they needed a piss, they
simply had to urinate all over themselves. Once it had dried, it left them
stinking disgustingly. I found out later that shitting was an equally
degrading affair: they simply had to do it outside in a special area outside
reserved for the purpose, shitting like dogs in front of everybody in the
open air. Of course, toilet paper was out of the question, which left their
arseholes encrusted in shit: this all meant that once the door to the tiny
cell was locked shut, the stench of their sweat, dried piss and dirty
arseholes was overpowering. But since I too must have stunk with all the
piss and shit that had been dumped on me, it did not really matter - we were
all less than animals, and we just got used to it...

I heard the door locked shut behind me, and stood there, handcuffed,
wondering what to say or do, but I was not left alone for long...

I was the "new boy", so I was quickly put to work: they threw me down,
without a word, on to the "bed" on the floor, and squatted over my face, one
by one, with grunted commands to clean up their sticky, shit-encrusted
arseholes. This was a luxury that did not come often - the only way they
could clean themselves after days, weeks, of shitting without paper to wipe
themselves was with their own fingers. A new boy's tongue was a much-prized
luxury. The stink of shit and sweat as their big arses bore down on my face
was overpowering, but a few smacks on my defenceless, recently-pierced balls
were enough to make my tongue do its work... I had no choice but to get my
tongue up their shitholes and clean them out.

It was inevitable that they would let out a few farts as they opened up
their rectums to my probing tongue, but I had grown used to the stink of
men's guts - this would be my position in life from now on anyway, so I had
to get used to it, if only to avoid the urge to vomit that had overcome me
the first few times.

I longed for my inspector to come for me - true, he had beaten me, branded
me and treated me like a pig, but I wanted to show him how much I needed
him... but here I was, being used as toilet paper by three men whom I had
never even seen before. After the long day of torture and abuse I had
suffered, I was in no position to put up any resistance, especially as I was
still handcuffed.

I had eaten the guards' shit in some quantity, and my guts had by now
reprocessed it - I needed a shit and piss badly now... but my face was still
trapped between the big buttocks of the third prisoner, and I could not
explain my urgent need....

It was inevitable: my shit began to push its way inexorably out of my hole,
even though I was trying to keep it in. The prisoners just laughed as my
shit came out of my helpless hole on to the "bed" between my legs. My
bladder too let out its contents over my belly... but the men did not seem
to care. After I had finished my cleaning duties, they just made me pick up
the turds with my mouth (I was still handcuffed) one by one and drop them
into the bucket reserved for the purpose, which stood in the corner. The
stink from the bucket was overpowering as I lowered my face over it to drop
the turds into it - my face was splashed with the frothy piss they had
deposited into it previously.

These men had been convicted of violent crimes - they were probably
murderers - and since I was defenceless against them, I decided that I had
better show them that I realised my position at the bottom of the "ladder":
once I had finished dumping my own turds (recycled guards' shit) in the
bucket, I remained on my knees and kissed their sweaty, stinking feet,
licking between their toes to clean them up. They seemed pleased with this,
and allowed me to sleep between them - of course, the opposite way to them,
so that my face was pushed into one of their arses. If I turned over, my
face would be pushed up against the cock and balls of one of the others,
stinking as they were of dried piss and cock cheese.

As the night progressed, it was inevitable that one of them would need a
piss, so he just stuck his sweaty cock in my mouth and let go. I drank it
all down of course - I was now used to being nothing more than a toilet,
both for prisoners and guards. It was also inevitable that they would fart
during the night, and of course my nose and mouth were the appropriate
receptacles for the stink of their guts. The arses and cocks of these
murderers and robbers were the right place for my face. The stink and taste
of their sweat, shit and piss would for ever be in my nose and mouth.

As I drifted off to sleep between them, I looked back over my degradation: I
had been stripped of everything - my dignity, my clothes, my hair - I had
been savagely beaten (to which the marks on my buttocks, back and legs bore
witness), branded on the buttocks, fucked endlessly like an animal in heat,
used as a toilet and crucified. The only thing they hadn't done to me was
kill me - but although my life was now a living hell, I was still grateful
to be alive. But my humiliation was not over....