Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 09:25:35 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - 24

JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

By beastmaster42@hotmail.com

Previously...

It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing
over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me -
there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long
before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched
in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my
face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to
show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).


During our few bits of conversation, we asked the ex-guard why he was in
here, being treated like one of us - it transpired that he had been
shortchanging the Inspector on the "rents" paid by the local farmers for
their prison pigs. When he found out, the Inspector ordered the guard
stripped, bound and beaten in front of the other prisoners, after which he
was fucked by the other guards - still in front of the prisoners - as an
example to any other guards who might have had similar ideas. He was then
thrown into the cell with the other prisoners, but not shaved - this was so
it would be clear that he was once a guard. The Inspector said he would
restore him to his previous position, but only after he had been hired out
for a while to one of the farmers.

i felt sorry for him - after all, in this country even the guards' meager
pay was barely enough to survive on, and he had a wife and two young teenage
sons to support. Nevertheless, the Inspector was not to be trifled with, and
his word was law. It was strange to me as the guard spoke softly, relating
his story in deep embarrassment, not really wanting to tell us, but knowing
that we would find out anyway - yes, it was a strange feeling knowing that i
had cleaned out his shithole and that my guts were now reprocessing his shit
and the farmer's jism... my face stank of his sweaty, shitty asscrack, and
he knew it. What he did not know was that worse humiliation was to follow
for him next morning...

After an uncomfortable night trying to sleep with our stinking bodies pushed
up against each other, dawn broke and the barn door opened to reveal the
farmer once more, clad only in a pair of dirty overalls and menacingly
carrying a cane. He walked over to our cage as we struggled to stand up at
attention, as required. But he did not release us - he merely got his cock
out and pissed all over us with strong morning piss. He told us the
Inspector would be coming soon - my heart starting beating faster, knowing
that i would at least be able to see the man who really possessed me and had
taught me my true destiny. i hoped that he would take me back to where i
knew i belonged - as a pig in his prison or in his lonely house in the
forest.

After a couple of farts, the farmer shook the last drops of piss from his
stinking cock and shoved it back into his overall. Then he unlocked the
cage, motioning us over to the trough again and ordered us to drink, which
we did kneeling with our hands still manacled behind us. When he considered
we had had enough, a swift kick to the balls brought us to our feet again,
standing to attention...

He nodded in the direction of our cage, now filthy with pools of piss and a
few squashed turds lying in them. He barked at us to clean it up, since the
Inspector would be coming soon. We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. How
would we do that, with our hands still manacled behind us? With slashes of
the farmer's cane to our buttocks and thighs, we soon go the picture - the
job would be done with our mouths and tongues, and FAST, or else....

With feelings of revulsion, we got down on our knees in front of the open
cage and started lapping up the stale piss and shit, trying not to throw up.
If the farmer thought we were slowing down, he would slash at our asses with
the cane until we showed more enthusiasm. We were truly pigs now...
embarrassment, shame, humiliation, revulsion were feelings we were not
entitled to any more. The guard was the one who found it most difficult to
perform these pig duties, but the farmer gave him extra severe strokes of
the cane to get him used to his new position: by the time we had cleaned up
the cage, the poor guard's back, ass and legs were covered in large red
welts... and there were tears in his eyes.

The farmer once more ordered us to attention, and as we stood, manacled, our
faces streaked with piss and shit from the floor of the cage, he picked up
the gags that had been lying on the pissy, shitty floor, and stuffed them
back into our mouths, securing them firmly in place with some thick cord.
Then we were marched out into the barnyard. The dazzling sunlight hurt our
eyes as we were herded into line to await the arrival of the Inspector....
We waited under the hot sun for what must have been an hour with our kicked
balls aching before he arrived - my guts were churning because i desperately
needed to shit, but my hole was plugged, like the others. The piss on our
bodies and faces dried in the sun, making us stink worse than ever. The
farmer casually lit up a cigar, and went about his various tasks,
occasionally coming out to make sure we were still at attention.

Finally, in the distance we heard the sound of a car approaching along the
dusty track to the farm. As it approached i could see it was driven by the
Inspector accompanied by a couple of guards from the prison. The car swept
into the yard, and its doors swung open: the Inspector and the guards got
out as the farmer emerged from the cool shade of his house. The Inspector
and the farmer shook hands and exchanged a few words as the farmer offered
him and the two guards some freshly-made coffee (coffee! How i would have
loved some right now to wash away the taste of the pissy, shitty gag in my
mouth!).

Eventually, the men came over to us, the prison pigs, and from what they
were saying, i learned that the ex-guard and i were to be taken back to the
prison, leaving the other two to work on the farm.

The boot of the car was opened and the prison guards hustled the ex-guard
and me to get in, which we did with some difficulty, as our hands were still
manacled behind us. The space was very cramped, and it would only
accommodate the two of us if we lay down like 'spoons', in foetal position,
but with my face pressed into the guard's plugged ass and the back of his
head up against my cock and balls. One of the guards then banged the lid of
the boot shut. After a few more words, we heard the doors of the car open
and shut, the engine start up, and then we moved off...

The atmosphere was stifling in the boot as the car drove along the bumpy
track, and we both were dripping in sweat. Because of the cramped space, i
could not move my face away from the ex-guard's whipped ass, and it was not
long before a few farts managed to escape from his plugged hole (obviously
he desperately needed a shit, like me). i groaned through my gag, but he
just sniggered as i was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts.

The car bumped along the deserted country roads with its load of filthy pigs
in the back for about half an hour, till it finally drew to a halt - from
the sounds of heavy iron gates opening and shutting coming from outside, it
was obvious we were back at the prison. The doors of the car opened and
banged shut, and we could hear the Inspector talking with the prison
guards...

Suddenly the car boot was opened and we were ordered to get out of our
stinking hole. This was virtually impossible, as we were both still
manacled. So a couple of the guards manhandled us roughly out, marched us
into the prison once more, along corridors of cells watched by the other
prisoners, to the central reception area, where we were stood to attention,
the piss-soaked gags still in our mouths. The Inspector looked us up and
down, naked and stinking as we were, and casually lit up a cigar.

As I mentioned, my companion the ex-guard, did not know that worse
humiliation was to follow for his 'crime'...

After a few moments while the Inspector puffed on his cigar, the door to an
inner room opened and two teenaged youths appeared, hustled forward by a
guard - they were the ex-guard's sons... The ex-guard groaned through his
gag and tried to turn away, but he was held firmly in place by a couple of
warders. The Inspector and the other guards smiled at the spectacle of the
boys facing their own father - naked, gagged, manacled and, from the marks
on his ass and legs, clearly beaten.

The youths were clearly shocked, their eyes opening wide and their mouths
falling open.

The inspector spoke (I now understood and spoke their language), making an
announcement to all the guards and the prisoners behind their bars:

"This guard thought he was clever - he thought he could outsmart me - he
stole my money. Under the law, prisoners can be hired out to earn their keep
- they must work! You don't get a roof over your heads and food to eat for
nothing - you ARE nothing, but if we HAVE to keep you alive, and that's a
waste of good money in my opinion, then you will earn your bread... But THIS
guard stole the money that pays for your bread and shelter, so he will be
punished in front of all of you, prisoners and guards. The punishment will
be witnessed by his two brats, as a warning to them too..."

The Inspector nodded to the guards who were holding him still to bend him
over the table. They held him firmly down while another guard spread his
legs and tied his ankles to the table legs, while the Inspector calmly
puffed on his cigar...

Once he was firmly secured, the Inspector calmly unlocked the plug from his
hole and pulled it out roughly, followed by a couple of farts and a bit of
shit... Then he and two other guards calmly took off their belts and, at a
nod from the Inspector, began lashing at the man's back, buttocks and thighs
(as if he had not been beaten enough!). He groaned through his piss-soaked
gag as his two teenage sons watched in horror. They shifted uncomfortably
from one foot to another, trying not to look... but their eyes kept being
drawn irresistibly back to the beating that never seemed to end... What the
Inspector did not know was that their father had always been quick to use
the belt himself at home, in fact seemed to take rather too much pleasure in
beating his sons' naked asses, and that they felt quite excited at the sight
of him getting a taste of his own medicine... They watched as their father's
hairy ass wobbled and shook under the slashing belts... they could see his
dirty asshole clearly since his legs were widely spread and tied to the
table legs... and the helpless victim knew it, feeling ashamed and
embarrassed knowing that his humiliation was being watched by the very lads
he himself had beaten so regularly.

Eventually, the lads gave up pretending to be embarrassed at the sight of
their father's punishment, and stared unashamedly at his naked body, the red
welts that covered his back, ass and legs, his cock and balls swinging
between his spread legs, his sweaty, recently-fucked asshole (which I had
had to clean up the night before after he was fucked by the farmer)...

In fact, I could see through their tightly-stretched pants (they were
obviously growing fast) that their cocks had begun to stiffen...

After about quarter of an hour of punishment, the Inspector nodded to the
other two to stop... The poor man was sobbing like a child through his pissy
gag and tears rolled down his cheeks. The Inspector quietly stubbed out his
cigar on the man's beaten ass, as the farmer had done the night before, but
this time on a different spot. The man screamed through his gag, but the
boys' cocks continued to bulge through their overly-tight pants... Clearly,
they were enjoying the spectacle.

Then the Inspector took out his stiff cock and nonchalantly rammed it up the
ex-guard's hole and fucked him brutally, while the victim groaned again
through his gag. It was not long before the Inspector grunted and shot his
load up the victim's ass. He pulled out with a satisfied smirk and, turning
towards me, snapped his fingers in a gesture that clearly meant "GET DOWN ON
YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN MY COCK"! I dutifully did so, after my gag had been
removed by one of the guards. The Inspector shoved his shit and
spunk-smeared cock into my mouth for cleaning, which i did with alacrity,
also licking his sweaty balls for good measure. When the Inspector was
satisfied, he pulled his smelly cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in
his trousers. He turned round to face the other guards and nodded to them to
proceed likewise, giving the victim another two fuckings... I was still
kneeling, this time behind the Inspector's large, muscular ass, and stayed
there until ordered otherwise. The big ass was only an inch from my nose,
and I longed to bury my face in that sweaty trench, but did not dare to
move. As I stared at the Inspector's ass I could hear the noises of the
ex-guard being fucked hard and rough by the other two guards. From the
corner of my eye I could see his two sons staring hard at the scene and
gently rubbing their stiff cocks through their tight pants.

The Inspector obviously noticed this too, because when the guards had
finished with him, he invited the lads to fuck their father's ass. The
Inspector moved away from me as I continued to kneel, and I could see that
the lads were a bit uncertain, looking uncomfortably at one another. But, at
a nod from the Inspector, the guards walked over to them, pulled off their
sweaty shirts, pulled down their pants, and pushed them towards their
father's ass, now well lubricated with the three men's jism. the lads' cocks
were now harder than ever it seemed, so clearly the Inspector knew what he
was doing. Since neither of them could decide who would go first, the
Inspector shoved one of them right into the helpless victim's ass and nature
took its course... the lad guided his cock into the hot, glistening hole and
shoved it in and out hard and fast. The man continued to groan even louder
through his gag at the humiliation of being fucked by his own son in front
of the other guards and prisoners...

It was not long before the youth shot his load into his father's guts, to be
replaced by his brother who likewise did not take long to shoot his load.
The Inspector patted them both on their naked shoulders, looking down at
their shit-streaked cocks and nodding in my direction... Once again my mouth
was filled with the taste of the ex-guard's ass as my mouth was put to
cock-cleaning duty again... Once they were clean enough, the Inspector
motioned me over to the ex-guard's fucked and beaten ass, for the final
clean-up... I hobbled over on my knees, my hands still manacled behind me.
The stink of shit, ass sweat and spunk assailed my nose as the Inspector
pushed my face into the ex-guard's crack...

"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT AND STICK IT WHERE IT BELONGS!" he barked at me. I
obeyed my Inspector, tasting the ass of the man who had once been my guard,
mixed with the spunk of the Inspector, two guards and his two sons... there
was a lot to swallow down, but I did my duty as the ex-guard's groans grew
softer and changed in tone as his own cock began to swell, betraying the
pleasure he was taking in my work...

When the Inspector was satisfied that I had done enough, he ordered the
guards to shove me back in my cell and released the ex-guard from the table.
The two guards who had held him down by his shoulders stood him up to face
his sons. The worst humiliation of all perhaps, since his big smelly cock
was hard as iron now after my tongue had been up his shit-chute, and he
could not hide it from the two lads as his hands were also still manacled
behind him. They stared at it in fascination as they fumbled to put their
clothes back on...