“See you in an hour, cunt”, Eric said. “The boys will keep you company, so it won’t be a nice hour”, he promised.
Eric left the room, and the boys were left to use their sadistic minds to add as much as they could to my misery.
“The first thing I’m going to do is change its gag to an open-mouth one – I need a piss”, said Jonny. He roughly released the tight and painful penis-gag, unbuckling it at the back of my head. In order to release it, he deliberately pulled it so tight that I really though he was going to bust an artery in my neck, but he didn’t. He just broke the skin making me bleed “fucking cunt – bleeds everywhere”.
Talking was difficult after three hours with a tight penis-gag down my throat, and I knew I was supposed to beg for Jonny’s piss, but I didn’t. I forced myself to use a calm voice. “Boys - Jez – Jonny – please – don't let Eric do this to me – don't let those crazy ones cut me up – please – I'm begging you.”
“It spoke”, said Jonny. “Not only that - it fucking spoke without being fucking asked”, added Jez who had by now come round to my front. “We’ll have to report that to Mr Eric”, said Jonny with mock seriousness. “We’d better get Mr Eric's cane ready”, Jez piped in – “I expect it’ll be another 50 for the cunt when Mr Eric gets back – I wouldn’t like to have the cunt’s ass after that”, said Jez.
Then they laughed and high-fived, right there in front of me. I just cried. I burst into tears.
Jonny pushed an open-mouth gag hard into my mouth and opened it to maximum width – it felt like he was dislocating my jaw and I screamed until the gag was in place. Then I couldn’t scream any more, as metal pieces of the gag cut into the roof of my mouth, my tongue and my lips, and my jaw ached horribly and continuously. Jez held my head up while Jonny opened his fly, sighed and pissed down my throat. His piss was really bitter, and it was hard to swallow it all with my mouth forced open so wide. Some piss overflowed when my mouth was completely full – I felt Jonny’s piss run over my lips and down my chin, and I knew I’d be punished for that, probably by the boys and again by Eric: “fucking disgusting behaviour” said Jonny, as he sneezed a pair horrible slimy green boogies with hard centres on to my tongue – both boys giggled as the boogies just stayed there releasing their nasty flavours because the open-mouth gag meant I couldn’t force the horrible things down my throat.
“You take the back end of the cunt, Jez, and do what you fucking want to it”, said Jonny. Jez moved behind me. “Let’s leave the extra caning to Mr Eric, but you can still flog its cock and balls about a hundred times for its piss-spilling". Jez liked that idea and asked if he should "take the weights off while I’m doing it?” “Yeah but just for the flogging – put them back straight after”, Jonny advised.
The relief I felt when those torturing 8kg weights stopped crushing my balls only lasted until Jez showed me the flogger he’d chosen. It had little pieces of metal woven into its heavy leather knotted tails – it was never designed to be used on a naked man, but it was going to be used on me, on my cock and balls, right now.
Those metal-weighted knots on the flogger found every square millimetre of my dick and hit my balls and ball-sack at every possible angle. Each fierce stroke from Jez – I could hear him grunt as he applied the flogger with all his strength – tortured me in a dozen different places. Jez showed no sign of slowing down as he passed 30, 40, 50 strokes – did he seriously mean 100? The pain was so intense and the extra punishment so severe that Jonny left off whatever he was about to do with my ears to come and have a look - “Fuck! That ball-sack”, said Jonny. “You've made the whole thing fucking raw”. "I’ve gone for the base of its dick too", answered Jez "look how it’s started to bleed”. Jonny, for the hell of it, I suppose, grabbed the alligator clip which Jez had attached to my glans earlier just before Eric’s caning and, without opening it at all, started to pull it off, stretching my flogged dick as he did so. He just continued to pull relentlessly until the sharp teeth scratched all the way up my glans, finally letting go of the skin around my pisshole. After a bit more flogging – including right on my freshly tortured glans – Jez put the flogger down and immediately, mercilessly, re-attached all 8kg of the weights to my punished balls and snapped the alligator clip back on to my now-bleeding glans. Jez and Jonny giggled as I groaned and squealed from my throat through my forced-open mouth.
Jonny went back to his “end”, my front, and grabbed both my ears at the same time. He pinched them hard. Then he twisted them – intense pain pounded from my ears right round my head and then concentrated back in my ears again. Pain flooded from my dick and balls and then from my ears. Both ends of my body were in almost unbearable pain.
Then it got worse, much worse. What was about to happen would be the first time the direness of my new situation hit home, the fact that it now didn't matter to anyone what happened to me.
Jonny started to concentrate on my left ear. His face contorted with effort as he attached his finger and thumb to my ear lobe and lifted my head with it, and twisted my whole ear as hard as he could, first in one direction and then the other. He shoved his thumb hard down my earhole and scratched with his nail the most sensitive places deep inside, breaking the skin. Then he turned to my right ear. I had a small earring in my right ear, which I realised I would soon regret. Jez handed Jonny a pair of pliers. Jonny carefully attached the pliers to the earring, smiled and jerked the pliers downwards while pulling the ear upwards with his other hand – on his fifth agonising two-way wrench that the earring gave way and snapped, and blood started to drip quickly from the remains of my piercing which had been torn and elongated downwards.
“I’ll fucking deal with your disgusting bleeding”, said Jonny. “Pass us one of the candles, Jez, and the matches” - he lit the candle in front of my face, smirked and then spat in my mouth. “I’m going to use this to stop the bleeding, cunt”, he smiled. "It'll work but it'll be fucking painful for you." "Hold its head, Jez”, said Jonny. Jez steadied my head and then Jonny cruelly held that burning candle right on the bleeding-out wound. It caused me excruciating pain. "It's stopped bleeding but we have to be sure - so more burning to come, cunt”, Jonny giggled as he went on burning me. Jez was now struggling to hold my head still while Jonny literally burned bit by bit all the skin off the surface of my right ear lobe. I shook and shuddered. At one point a part of my ear was so dried up by the flame that it actually caught fire. I could smell my burning ear-lobe.
The pain on that whole side of the right side of my head was beyond words – my breathing had become ragged as the pain in my ear grew and grew even after Jonny's cruel punishment was over. Jonny pulled at my ear with a smile at the end of the torture. Even he got a shock when a piece of my ear-flesh came away in his hand. He dropped it with a little surprised shout; then both boys laughed as they looked closely at my small but permanent disfigurement.
Eric re-entered the dungeon a minute or two later, before the boys could think up any more horrors for me. He sniffed: “Hey boys”, he said cheerfully “which bit of the cunt have you fucking cooked?" Then he looked at me, "Oh, I see. You don’t need those bits of skin around your ears anyway, do you, cunt?”.
Eric picked up the burnt ear-flesh Jonny had dropped, a square centimetre or so of my cooked flesh – “Here, cunt – tasty" and he pushed it into my open mouth, pressing it on to my tongue. It slowly worked its way down into my throat. I helplessly swallowed a piece of my own ear.
Jez handed Eric a serious-looking cane and told him about my begging. “You never fucking learn, cunt”, said Eric. “Fifty more with the cane for you, now”.
“The cunt has to learn to stop whining, so I’m making this caning really hurt it" Eric explained to the boys. "I’m beating its ass till bits of its flesh start falling on to the floor, which’ll probably be between 20 and 30 more strokes with a big cane like this - fuck, this’ll hurt the cunt. Then I’ll re-do its nasty asshole with you two guys stretching those hooks – we’ll put them in deeper this time so you can pull harder so it hurts the cunt more. Then I’m going to cane its thighs, calves and feet – it'll be nice to see the cunt walk up the gravel path to the dog-shit with its feet caned and 8kg still hanging from its balls and that clamp biting into the tip of its dick. You’ve done a massive number on its dick and balls – they're still raw and bleeding all over the place: I'll leave them this time – we don’t want its nasty bits to fall off just yet!
Then, with a special touch of cruelty, Eric asked Jez to attach a couple of clamps to my burnt ear “to keep its pain-level up.”
If the devil caned in hell, that caning from Eric was worse. The excruciating pain from my ear, along with all the tortures in various parts of my body including the massive and bloody flogging Jez had given me on my dick and balls, now had another of Eric’s fierce canings added to them. I had heard that repeated canings can numb an ass, but not mine – my ass was repeatedly stung as Eric laid into me. Eric announced after fully 30 more strokes that bits of flesh -"three or four fucking lumps of meat for the cunt's feeding trough". The boys then duly ripped of my ass as they attached those grim hooks and then yanked me wide open with the bungees they attached to them . When they pulled, the hooks agonisingly tore at the flesh an inch or so deep inside my caned buttocks, and, of course, they again exposed my asshole and entire inner crack to a hard caning on top of Eric’s earlier whipping – every hit there felt like Eric was using a red-hot poker. Then Eric caned my unprotected thighs and calves and gave me half a dozen mighty strokes to torture the soles of my feet – a hard bastinado - “foot discipline”, said Eric.
“Fuck, Mr Eric, do you think it’ll be able to stand up on those welts?” Jez asked. “It’s got no choice – either that or it’ll be back over this spanking bench getting more everywhere. We don’t want the cunt to think it can slack just because we’ve punished it” said Eric. “It’s time to get it working on the dog-shit in a few minutes", he added. He told the boys to release me from the spanking bench and remove my gag, but to leave the clamps punishing my ears and my glans and also to leave the weights punishing my balls.
“Make it walk on the gravel path”, said Eric. “Cunt, you won’t enjoy that path but, if you don’t walk up it properly, you’ll be back for another caning”. By this time, my gag was off but the pain in my jaw made talking difficult, but somehow I managed to say something that sounded like “Yes, Sirs. Thank you, Sirs. I deserve to be punished, Sirs. Please show me no mercy with the dog-shit or the sewage tank, Sirs”. They all laughed and Jonny gave my nose a painful tweak.
They pulled me off the bench and stood me upright. I swayed slightly but stayed standing. Slowly with the horrible weights dangling from my balls and the painfully sharp-toothed alligator clip still hanging from the end of my bleeding dick, with my burnt right ear being continuously tortured with two vicious clamps, and now with welted feet from a hard caning on my sensitive soles, I somehow walked to the door and started up that agonising gravel path. The sharp stones added to the terrible pain in my feet but I just managed it – I knew Eric meant it when he threatened yet another caning. He really enjoyed caning me.
“There are a couple of troughs on the right, on the way up to the dog-shit", Eric shouted after the boys who were walking on the grass next to me. “One’s got some of the cunt’s disgusting porridge and the other’s got water. It has to finish both. Shit in the cunt’s porridge and piss in its water, if you can. I'm coming with the bits of its ass that I caned off - it can eat them too"
Jez did the pissing but Jonny went a step further with his shit. He reminded me of the time I once refused to eat his shit back in the prison hard-labour yard. “You’re going to make up for that now, cunt. Lie on your back on the gravel.” I knew there was no point resisting. I lay down. I was naked on the sharp gravel, lying face-up with my mouth open. Jonny pulled down his shorts and boxers in one go and squatted over me, farted long and hard. I closed my eyes. A sharp kick on the ribs from Jez - “Keep your eyes open, cunt.” Jonny then released the longest turd I’d ever seen. It was foul. Its end dropped into my mouth, and then some of it dropped on to my nose, then it folded back over my mouth twice more, covering it completely. “Eat it all, cunt. Use your hands ...”. I ate all Jonny’s shit, every bit, chewing and swallowing, handling it, then chewing and swallowing again. I ate that huge vile teen-boy turd. I chewed into its hard outside – it was almost like a disgusting rough skin – and I sucked that turd’s soft inside until the whole thing slid down my throat.
Amid all my physical pain, my utter degradation overwhelmed me. I was lying under this spotty smirking sadistic teenage boy’s ass, with his friend watching, and I was eating his shit straight from his asshole. I was lying there and taking it without even being tied up or locked in a toilet box. There was nowhere lower to go.
As the massive stench of Jonny’s shit died down, I started to smell the dog-shit still almost ten yards away. “Get up cunt”, said Jez – “get to those fucking pig-troughs and eat that stinking slimy porridge-stuff and drink the water I just pissed in – every fucking drop – you know what you get if you don’t”. I ate and drank everything, because I knew I’d be tortured if I didn’t. Eric came and added the lumps of my ass he'd caned off me earlier: "a bit of raw rump steak", he joked. It all made me feel horribly sick but, of course, I knew that my coming session with the dog-shit, which I myself had prepared for Eric, would be far worse.
The dog-shit, when I got there, was just as Eric had left it. I had to sit down next to the sack Eric had opened a few hours before and next to the little pile Eric had started to make on the plastic mat I had put down. I was now ordered by Eric to “show your respect, cunt – show your gratitude – kiss that pile of dog-shit”. I lent forward. My lips actually touched that stinking pile. As they touched, a boot, Eric’s boot, at the back of my neck, pushed my whole face into the dog-shit. I yelped from the shock and then groaned in a horrible sickly way as that shit entered my eyes, my nose, my mouth and went in my hair.
“No fucking playing about or I’ll cane you again twice as much - you'll have no ass left”, said Eric as he released his boot. “Sit up and start opening those bags – the shit goes into the pile on the mat unless we tell you differently”. Then he added “We’ll tell you differently quite a bit”, and he and the two boys laughed - “You’ll eat loads of that stuff” added Jonny in a triumphant way “and that’ll teach you a good fucking lesson”, said that young torturer.
