Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2005 08:46:28 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 9

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 NINE

That evening, I was taken "home" by the inspector as usual, and subjected to
another night of filth from his body and a brutal fucking. I was given
scraps of food to eat from a dog-bowl on the floor, which he pissed on (this
was my only drink).

In the morning, I served as his toilet as usual, being force-fed the crap
from his arse and made to drink his stinking, strong morning piss.

After he dressed, he threw me into the back of his car, and drove back to
the prison. But this time I was not shoved into the cell with the other
prisoners as usual, but strapped down face up on the desk. I was afraid of
what would be done to me, but lay there quietly without resistance, which
would have been a waste of time anyway...

The inspector opened a drawer in the desk and took out three steel rings,
making sure I could see them. Each of them had a small break in them, so
that they were not closed rings - yet...

He then took out a small box and opened it, revealing a collection of large
hypodermic needles: they were about two millimetres thick and several
centimetres long, the back end of them being hollow (again, he made sure I
could see them as he slowly selected the ones he would inevitably use on my
nipples and cock). My heart was pounding as he calmly dropped them into a
jar of alcohol and iodine.

Strapped down to the desk, my nipples and cock were defenceless against the
attack on them that was to follow...

A guard held my head up so that I would see what was being done to me (and
now the prisoners in the cell were very quiet, watching the proceedings
intently).

The inspector attached a surgical clamp to each of my nipples, causing
excruciating pain, though this reduced somewhat as the blood supply was cut
off. The ends of the clamps consisted of a hollow triangle, through which
the needle would be pushed.

He began with my right nipple, pushing the large hypo through it with a cork
at the hollow end. I cried out with pain as the needle was pushed through
slowly but inexorably till it came out the other side. When the needle was
through, he replaced the cork with the open end of one of the large rings,
and continued pushing till the ring entered my flesh. Then he continued
pushing the ring till the needle emerged from the other side, still with the
ring in its hollow end. He took away the needle and continued pushing the
ring until the open end was under my nipple.

He repeated the process on my left nipple, with the same excruciating pain,
so that now both nipples throbbed with pain. He removed the clamps, which
again caused much pain as the blood supply returned. He then placed a piece
of thick leather on my chest under the rings and my nipples. An electric
soldering iron was plugged into the wall and heated up...

I sweated with fear... He carefully inserted a metal tag into the ring
through my right nipple, bent into an A-shape through the opening in the
ring, followed by a strip of soldering metal, which he melted with the hot
soldering iron to close the gap in the ring. I was grateful for the leather
which prevented droplets of hot soldering metal dropping on to my flesh and
burning me, though I could still feel the heat of the iron on my nipple.
Then the tag was bent together with large pliers, leaving a small gap, which
was itself soldered together on to the ring. Now the ring was impossible to
remove, unless my nipple was cut off or the ring sawn through - which was
virtually impossible because of the metal tag, any saw would inevitably cut
my flesh.

The whole process was repeated on my left nipple ring. Both my nipples
throbbed with pain, but again I could only accept what was being done to me
in the name of the "law"...

He slowly lit a cigarette and surveyed his handiwork. The next part of the
procedure would be my cock, and I was terrified... After he had finished his
cigarette and stubbed it out, he took my shrivelling cock in his left hand
and carefully inserted a curved hypo into the piss slit: it eventually reach
the underside of my cock inside my piss chute... He pushed it through my
cock flesh firmly till it came out the other side, leaving the open end of
the needle still poking out of my piss slit. I groaned with pain, but the
guard who held my head up so I could see everything simply clapped his big
dirty free hand over my mouth to gag me.

Again, the open end of the third ring was placed inside the needle and
pushed through. The tagging procedure was repeated after the leather was
placed across my balls and thighs.

Now I was ringed and tagged like all other life prisoners... The inspector
motioned for the guards to stand me up and he pushed me towards a large
mirror on the wall: I could see both my nipples weighed down by the rings
and tags, and my cock too, which had a heavier, thicker tag through its
ring. That meant that my fucking days were over - clearly, I could never
fuck again with the metal attached to the end of my cock. I was shocked to
see how thick and big the rings were. The inspector stood behind me and
hefted the rings and tags up and down, allowing them to drop - the tugs on
my flesh causing sharp pains in my chest. I leaned back against him, as I
thought I would faint - and he seemed to like this as he continued to toy
with my rings. Then he said something to one of the guards, who brought the
bottle of iodine with him and some cotton wool. I knew the mixture of
alcohol and iodine would cause agony to my wounds, but at least they would
be free of infection. The inspector held me fast, my hands cuffed behind me,
as the guard applied the burning mixture liberally to my nipples and cock...
I screamed, leaning back against the inspector, but the guard continued his
work without paying the slightest bit of attention: obviously, he had done
this many times before.

As a lifer, I would now be moved to another prison, and I was wheeled round
and pushed towards the door. As I walked unsteadily towards it, I saw Karl
looking at me pityingly, with tears in his eyes - I think in his own way he
loved me...

The door was opened and I was pushed out into the stifling hot sunshine
towards a waiting police van. I was still naked as usual and handcuffed. I
was bundled into the back of the van, which had two benches on either side
and a number of chains with collars attached to the sides of the van. They
sat me down and locked one of the collars round my neck. Then two other
prisoners were bundled into the van after half an hour or so, during which I
was left alone to sit in the stiflingly hot van with my nipples and cock
throbbing in agony.

When the inspector appeared with the other two prisoners, I asked him for
water, but he simply climbed into the van after locking up the other two,
opened his fly and simply stuck his cock in my mouth and urinated. I was
grateful for his piss - at least it was wet in my parched mouth. I drank
greedily as the other prisoners watched. They too were in agony, having been
subjected to the same treatment as I had been. Like me, they were in
handcuffs, naked, shaved and beaten. The inspector then gagged us all with a
thick piece of leather tied behind our heads, so that we could not speak to
each other.

The van drove off along an incredibly bumpy road, causing our rings and tags
to bounce up and down, increasing the pain in our flesh - but we could only
groan through our gags.

After about an hour of driving like this, the van stopped. We heard the
guards getting out of the front and walking round behind to open the doors.
They came in, unlocked the younger of the other two - who I guess was about
18 years old - and dragged him out, closing the doors behind them. From the
muffled screams we could hear, I suppose they were fucking the lad...

After about twenty minutes, the doors were opened again, and the lad lock in
place as before, tears streaming down his face. His shaven, hairless body
was scratched and bruised, so the fucking had obviously been pretty brutal.

We drove another hour or so, then stopped: at first I thought it would be
our turn next for the same treatment, but when the door opened and the
guards unlocked us, I saw that we were inside another prison compound. We
climbed out of the van, still handcuffed and gagged, and walked through the
compound, eyed by the other prisoners in the exercise yard. It was a small
prison, with barbed wire all round. As I said, there were not many lifers in
this country, where it was expensive to keep prisoners - it was more
efficient to give a prisoner a good flogging and send him home than keep him
locked up for years.

Once inside, our hands were uncuffed and our fingerprints taken. We were
given a cursory medical examination, which seemed to centre on our teeth,
genitals, branded buttocks and our arseholes. Then we were marched to the
showers, gagged once more and given cold showers, for which I was very
grateful in the stifling heat. This was the first time I had been washed for
over a month. So the stink of men's cocks and arses which had lingered on my
face was finally washed away - though I had no idea of how often we would be
washed...