Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 11:27:12 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT 20

JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY

By beastmaster42@hotmail.com

Previously...

As he began to doze fitfully, hanging against the wooden post by his
brother's tightly-buckled belt, he whispered: "It'll be your turn tomorrow -
he'll think it was your fault. That's what happened last time..."

It was then that I became afraid as I lay down on the filthy floor, with my
head between the youth's feet, placing one of them on my face as a final
gesture of humility...

I must have fallen asleep when I awoke to hear the barn door open and the
farmer coming in, carrying a paraffin lamp. He was leading the horse to his
stable. He tied the animal to a ring in the wall, paying no attention to his
son or his worthless prison slave.

Still without looking at either of us, he walked business-like to the post
to which his punished son was still firmly attached, took out his filthy
cock and pissed all over me as I lay on the floor at his son's feet.
Fearfully, I did not move as he directed the hot stream of stinking piss to
my face...

"OPEN!" he barked, without interrupting the flow. Dutifully, the prison pig
opened its mouth to swallow down its Master's piss. Satisfied that the pig
knew its duty, the farmer then undid his belt, dropped his overall trousers
and started slowly jerking his cock while standing behind his son's beaten
ass. The youth seemed to know what to expect, because he started blubbering
incoherently, begging the farmer not to do it... but the farmer just
laughed, smacked one of his son's cheeks and commanded me to suck on his
foul member to get it good and wet...

I took the stinking thing in my pig mouth and started licking and sucking on
it, tasting the sweat and dried piss and crud under his foreskin. The
farmer's cock grew bigger and harder, filling my mouth and making me gag.
Then he pulled it out of my mouth, pulled open the youth's ass and started
pushing it in - clearly he was going to fuck the lad in front of me, as
another humiliation. I knelt quietly behind the farmer, watching his big
buttocks and thighs moving backwards and forwards as he pumped his cock into
his son's helpless ass. The youth ceased begging the man to stop, not
wanting to appear more humiliated in front of the prison scum watching his
degradation.

At a certain point, the farmer reached round with his hand and pulled my
face into his crack. I could already savour the smell of his sweaty, shitty
unwashed backside, long before my face was shoved unceremoniously into it...

"LICK" he barked, and - now thoroughly familiar with the stink of unwashed
men's private parts, the pig's tongue did its duty, licking around the
farmer's filthy hole and pushing into it, tasting the bitterness of his last
crap and the bits of shit remaining inside. His hips were pushing so
violently now, I had to hold on to his thighs so as not to fall over,
despite that fact that he was still pressing firmly on the back of my head.
He farted a couple of times into my mouth and nose, and of course I could
not pull away from the stink as he held me...

Finally, pulling his cock completely out of the youth's hole, he then rammed
it back in again, spewing his spunk deep in his son's guts as the youth
moaned in pain. He stood there for a few minutes, letting his erection
subside in his son's asshole, then pulled his cock out. He turned round,
facing me as I knelt on the shitty floor, snapped his fingers and pointed to
his cock, now streaked with shit and spunk. The prison pig's mouth once more
wrapped itself round the filthy member and cleaned it up, as the pig was
expected to do...

Once he was satisfied that I had cleaned his cock and balls properly, the
farmer pulled up his overalls, stuffed his cock back inside and fastened his
thick leather belt round his waist again.

He stood close behind the youth, yanked his head painfully back by his thick
blond hair and growled menacingly in his ear (in his own language) something
like: "Now you know what to expect when you start going soft on prison
scum..."

The youth was sobbing softly, not only from the pain of being buggered, but
from the humiliation of having it done in front of me, the prison scum...

The farmer then stood back, snapped his fingers once more and gestured
towards the youth's ass. Seeing what the farmer was prepared to do to his
own son, I wasted no time in crawling towards the youth's big ass and
putting my tongue to work, cleaning out the farmer's spunk from the now very
shitty hole. The youth's hole was now well loosened up by the rough fuck he
had just received, and he could not control the escape of a couple of farts
and the odd piece of shit left up there from this morning, when he had
crapped in my mouth. The farmer, eventually satisfied with the pig's work,
kicked the pig on the shoulder, knocking it back down on the shitty floor.
He then undid the belt that held his son to the wooden post, walked round in
front of him and released his hands. He threw the youth's filthy overalls at
him and commanded him to get dressed. Then he turned towards me... Yanking
me to my knees by the chain through my tit rings, he cuffed my chin in his
big hand, making me look up at him. He spat a great gob of spit in my face
and, with his free right hand, slapped me right and left so hard I saw
stars...

"NEXT TIME I SEE YOUR HANDS ON MY SON'S BODY LIKE THAT, I CUT OFF YOUR
WORTHLESS BALLS!!! YOU SUCK, YOU LICK, YOU GET FUCKED AND PUNISHED, BUT YOU
DON'T (slap) TOUCH (slap)!!! GOT IT (slap)?!!"

I nodded vigorously with tears in my eyes from the slapping, his spit
drooling down my face. Then, he locked my wrist irons behind my back again
and dragged me over to another stall by my neck chain and padlocked it to a
ring in the wall. The straw which would serve as my bed was soaked in horse
piss and caked in horse shit, but the ring in the wall was so low I could
not stand up, so all I could do was lie in the filth. I desperately need a
piss and could not wait till the man had gone out. As I lay there, the piss
started to flow out of my cock, locked by its ring to my navel, and the hot
liquid poured out all over my belly and chest, gathering force till it
squirted in my own face. The farmer just laughed as he put his arm round his
son's shoulder, ushering him towards the door. He took the lamp with him,
leaving me in the stinking darkness as he locked the barn door behind him. I
longed for my inspector to come for me and take me away from this nightmare.
He could do what he wanted with me, I would not resist him. But it was he
who had rented me out to this brute and his two sons, so perhaps he no
longer wanted his personal pig... Would I ever see him again? I fell asleep,
my body reeking of the piss that had just been squirted all over it from my
restrained cock, my face stinking of the farmer's ass, his son's ass, his
spunk and his son's shitty hole, wondering what new horrors would greet me
next day...