Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 13:19:27 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 13b

Copyright: Beastmaster42.

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

Comments to beasmaster42@hotmail.com


JOURNEY INTO NIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Next morning, after a night of stinking arses farting in my face and cheesy
cocks discharging their piss into my mouth (so much so that I had to get up
in the night several times to empty my own bladder in the bucket - needless
to say, when I got back into the 'bed', my head was pushed down the bottom
end, next to the prisoners' cocks and bums...), I was assaulted by their
morning erections as dawn broke, with their stiff cocks nonchalantly shoved
up my arse and into my gob to discharge their loads. I was just a receptacle
for their spunk, piss and farts. As the light filtered weakly through the
small window, a couple of the guards on night duty sauntered over to the
bars of our cell to watch me being buggered at both ends: they got their
cocks out and slowly jerked them, enjoying the spectacle (which the
prisoners knew they would, shamelessly performing to their satisfaction). Of
course, once all four prisoners had finished filling me with spunk, I was
pushed forward to the bars on my knees to offer my mouth to the guards'
stinking cocks so that they could blow their loads into me too.

When they had finished, they just shoved their cocks back in their trousers,
did up their flies and walked away. My mouth tasted of cock cheese and
spunk, so when the guards brought our 'breakfast' (some bread and very
strong coffee) I did not have much appetite. However, the breakfast I did
get was not the one which the prisoners were taking...

The strong coffee was having its effect and, without warning, one of my
cellmates just threw me to the floor face up, squatted down over my face,
planted his arsehole over my mouth (he held down my jaw) and dumped a load
of hot shit into it, preceded by a couple of big farts. I chewed and
swallowed the stinking contents of this murderer's guts as fast as I could
in order not to choke, but it was a big load of turds, and it was not easy.
After a couple more farts, he moved slightly backwards (after making sure I
had licked his hole as clean as I could with my shitty tongue) and pushed
his cock into my mouth, letting go more hot, stinking piss. My nose was now
firmly jammed into his arsehole, and it was not long before he farted again
as he pissed. Since my mouth was being used and I had to breathe, I was
forced to inhale the stink of his guts down into my lungs.

When he had finished pissing, he grunted, stood up and walked away without
looking down at his 'toilet'. I lay there submissively, expecting to be used
again, but the men ignored me, carrying on their conversations as though I
didn't exist.

[I must break off writing, as the inspector has brought in a couple of
friends and wants to beat me in front of them....

....

I am writing again, with difficulty, immediately after being beaten, as
ordered by the inspector. I was hung upside down in the cellar, with a heavy
weight attached to my bound wrists, and gagged with the dirty, sweaty socks
of one of his friends. I was caned on the front and back of my thighs, my
buttocks, belly, back and tits by both of his friends at the same time,
while the inspector wanked his cock. He did not cum. I am trembling and
tears still fill my eyes as I write - the inspector has ordered me to write
in all these details... As I look down, I can see that my pectorals, belly
and the front of my thighs are viciously striped from the caning - God only
knows what my ass looks like. I must stop again, as I am to be fucked over
the table I am writing at...

My asshole has been savaged by the cock of one of the inspector's friends.
As I sit writing, spunk oozes out of my hole. After the fucking, the cock
was unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth so that I could clean the shit off
it. There was only spit for lubricant, and I feel as though I have been
split in two...]

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...