My face and hair were now covered in stinking dog-shit. “You’re so disgusting, cunt”, said Eric. “You can fucking eat whatever comes out of the first bag. If you leave even a trace of it, I’ll rip that clamp off your glans and cane your whole nasty dick till it’s in shreds and drops off. The Asian kids will still have your balls and asshole, and your face, to deal with”.
I made myself pick up the first dog-shit bag. It was bulging and stank. I opened it and was so overwhelmed by the shitty fumes that I caught my breath and started coughing. “Stop fucking coughing and start eating your meal”, said Jez. Eric and both boys stepped back a bit from the increasing smell. That horrific bag contained three disgusting big soft black-brown streaked turds with some vile looking liquid with hard bits in it, which had started to ooze on to my hands.
Jonny’s phone rang. “It’s Jules, Mr Eric, he’s outside”. Eric told Jonny to let him in and turned to me: “OK, cunt, this is Jonny’s brother – you knew him when he was younger – I expect you remember some of the things you did to him – he's one of the reasons why Jonny so enjoys torturing you. It’ll be nice to see Jules’s face when he sees you like you are now. When he comes in, cunt, you’ll apologise for the things you did and think up ways he can punish you, and beg him to do them to you in the most painful way possible. These will include – you'd better fucking remember this – flogging your genitals and burning your nipples when your head’s in that sewage tank.
I want him to enjoy the begging and to enjoy punishing you! Then you can tell him why you’re about to eat the worst fucking turds I’ve ever seen ... “
Jules joined Jez and Jonny. I recognized him. A shiver of fear shook my whole body. Jules was much prettier than his brother could ever have been, slightly chubby with a beautiful ass, lots of curly dark blond hair and a mouth, thin-lipped like Jonny’s but which, unlike Jonny's sneer, lit up into a big smile.
Jules certainly smiled now. He looked down at me and then took in the horrible smell, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck – that’s gross”. They all laughed. “Kneel up on the gravel, cunt. What have you got to say to Mr Jules?”, said Eric.
“I apologise, Mr Jules, Sir, for all the things I did to you”. Jules had taken a step back now and was still smiling broadly. “I would like to say that I’m very sorry for everything. I am now getting some of the punishments I deserve, Sir. Mr Eric, Mr Jonny and and Mr Jez are all kindly giving me punishments and humiliations, Sir.” Jules was hugging himself and started giggling. “I am always kept naked now, Sir. I am kneeling on sharp gravel, which I had to walk on after my feet had been severely caned, Sir, which was a good punishment for a cunt like me, Sir. There are heavy weights attached to my balls and a sharp-toothed clamp on my dick making it bleed, Sir, also punishments which I very much deserve, Sir. Your brother has burned my ear and there are two clamps on it to keep the pain going. My ass has been caned to blood by Mr Eric, Sir, and he made me eat bits of my own skin that he tore off me with his cane. I deserve to be caned even more, Mr Jules, Sir. My dick and balls have also been severely flogged by Mr Jez, Sir, but I deserve much more and I hope that you will also punish and torture my dick and balls, Sir. I have no right to keep my dick or balls, and I know that they will be tortured until they fall off, Sir, or until Mr Eric’s guests slice them up and pull them off me.
“Mr Jules, Sir” - I had been looking down but now I looked up at him because I knew Eric would want me to do that - “When I’m upside down with my head in that sewage tank, Sir” - I pointed to the small brick building with the tank in it, where I had expected to torture Eric - “I beg you to torture my dick and balls severely. Please discipline me, Mr Jules, Sir. I used to twist your nipples until you screamed, Mr Jules, Sir. Please torture my nipples, Sir. I don’t deserve nipples, Sir. Please, I beg you, Sir, show me no mercy. ...”
Jules shook his head and laughed out loud. “This is fucking amazing – I hate that fucker so much – can I really do what I want to him?”
Eric smiled his gentle smile “Jules, you can do anything to it – ‘he’ has become an ‘it’ now – it will never escape from its tortures – there are some guys from a gang coming with big dogs and plenty of hammers and knives in a few days. They’re paying us a lot of money, but for now it’s up to us. It’s got the dog-shit punishment now and then the sewage tank. It can still take a lot more beating and humiliation – how do you fancy torturing it when its head’s in sewage and slurry, or pulling it naked through the brambles, nettles and barbed wire over there, and how about whipping it during its dog-shit punishment?” Eric nodded to me “Tell Mr Jules about your how you're eating dog-shit, cunt”.
Please, Mr Jules, Sir, watch me eat these stinking dog-turds, and please laugh at how low I’ve sunk – I have eaten your brother Jonny’s shit straight from his ass, Mr Jez has pissed in my water, Sir, I know I will have to eat Mr Eric’s shit soon, Sir. In prison, Mr Eric made me mix shit and vomit into my food, and often locked me in a toilet-box so I was forced to eat his and his friends' shit. I always had to eat it all, Sir. But this will be much worse. I deserve it, Sir ...”
“OK”, said Eric, making me yelp loudly by stamping the toe of his boot right on the alligator clip attached to the tip of my dick, “Shut up now and eat those dog-turds".
Jules, more handsome and slightly shorter than his brother, fresh-faced and without Jonny's acne spots, looked positively joyful: “That’s fucking brilliant, Jon”, he said to his brother. “I bet he - sorry 'it' - pukes up that dog-shit.”
“If it does fucking puke”, Jonny answered, “it’ll be forced to eat all its puke and then eat the next two or three bits of dog-shit straight off, and we’ll beat it hard as an extra punishment. Also we’ll make it eat the next bits while it’s standing up with those 8kg of weights swinging from its swollen fucking balls.”
“Fuck – wow – amazing", said Jules, “Can I have a whip to use on it while it eats its dog-shit, like Mr Eric said?”
Jules may have looked young but his mind was evidently like his brother’s, and he’d liked the idea of whipping me during my dog-shit humiliation. “Yeah,” said Eric, “let it eat these turds first – they’re really big and disgusting – I want it to eat them in front of you – I want it to look up and see you, who it really hurt, watching it doing something so repulsive that no normal human being would ever do it – I want it to show you by eating that dog-shit what it’s been reduced to through it own actions and the punishment and humiliation which followed”.
“Eat now, cunt”, Eric ordered and gave my burnt ear a hard twist. I screamed. Another bit of ear-skin came off on his fingers. “Open your mouth, cunt.” Eric flicked the bit of skin on to my tongue. “Swallow that, and then eat those fucking dog-turds, cunt – not too quickly – I want Mr Jules to see that you’re tasting them ...”
It’s hard to describe eating that dog-shit. I had just eaten a full load of Jonny’s shit, my disgusting porridge, mixed with bits of my own destroyed ass-flesh and ear-lobe, and washed down with water polluted by Jez’s piss . I was in pain everywhere and I was about to be tortured and humiliated by a young man tho had every reason to hate me. I lifted the first stinking turd to my mouth. I considered throwing it away and just refusing, but the consequences would have been so horrendous – they would have beaten me again, probably totally destroying my dick, and Jonny specifically threatened to rip my nipples off my chest, bit by bit. Maybe I could still avoid the very worst by just doing what these perverted torturers wanted me to do. It was my only slight hope. I bit into that dog-turd.
The taste was beyond all the horrible things I had eaten before. Worse than Jez’s vomit, worse than Jonny’s shit, worse than the horse-shit from the guard’s shoe back in prison, worse than anything. This turd had no outer crust. It was all just gooey and vile. “Take a big fucking bite and chew it”, Jules shouted excitedly. I knew better than to disobey. The black streaks in the turd were a bit tougher and had a sort of rubbery texture – I had to bite into those streaks to be able to swallow them – and the rest was just slimy and tasted worse than anyone could imagine, vilely bitter and worse than sulphurous – the taste was so strong, so powerfully disgusting, that I was sure I would taste the flavour of that dog-shit forever.
Eric and the boys weren’t going to give me any respite. They could see how I started to look as I struggled to hold that dog-shit down - “remember the severe punishments coming your way if you puke”, said Eric smiling, and they all laughed at me. “Yeah, don’t waste it”, chimed Jez, “that’s good food for a cunt like you”.
I ate all three turds in that bag and licked the hard bits and horrible juices from the bag itself. I don’t know how I stopped myself from vomiting, but I managed to croak “Thank you, Sirs, for giving me that dog-shit to eat. Please may I have some more ...” As I finished those words, I felt my ass explode with diarrhoea. It went all over the gravel. I couldn’t help myself. The boys laughed and Eric said I’d be punished “for your rudeness and lack of consideration, cunt".
Jules giggled. He could never have imagined that he’d see me, his torturer, brought so low. “Can you make it lick up its mess?”, he asked. “Yes, a good first punishment. Do as Mr Jules says”, said Eric. I turned round, kneeling up painfully on the gravel, and bent my head down towards my own diarrhoea.
I licked up as much as I could, but it had gone everywhere, and Jules wasn’t satisfied with my work – he pointed to bits I’d missed. “Can I have that whip please, Mr Eric?”. Jez fetched a small but vicious double-tail whip and handed it to Jules – Eric nodded at him and at me. “Stand up, cunt, and let Jules whip you as a punishment for not eating all of your stinking diarrhoea”. Jules wielded that whip furiously but inexpertly for the next five minutes or so. It landed everywhere, on my face, cutting my lip, and on my shoulders, on my arms and legs, on my chest and back, on my already-beaten ass and genitals – I started to bleed where the welts crossed the deeper welts from my previous beatings. Eric lent in and squeezed my balls and told me he’d let go only when I’d thanked Jules properly. I somehow managed “Thank you, Mr Jules, Sir, for your whipping which I deserved. I’m sorry I was rude, Sir, making a mess on the gravel in that disgusting way and for not licking it up properly, Sir. Please punish me whenever you feel like it, Mr Jules, Sir. Please remember what I did to you when you punish me, and show me no mercy ever, Sir”. Jules, still holding the two-tailed whip, just laughed.
“Carry on opening those dog-shit bags, cunt”, said Eric. I opened more and more bags until the first sack was finished. I had to eat several more turds and I was made to smear others all over my body. As Eric had promised, I even had to put some up my asshole – I didn’t apparently put it up far enough at first, so Jules gave me a further hard whipping on my shoulders and chest. Then I had to watch while Jonny and Jez put on special gloves for inserting some dog-shit up my pisshole, but they soon realised that I was so filthy that they would have to wait till they were wearing the full protective gear for the sewage tank - “Fucking filthy cunt”, said Jonny, “it’ll be much worse for you now when we do it in there” and Eric added “but you won’t scream because your head’ll be in the sewage tank – you'll be drinking fucking pig slurry while they torture the inside of your dick!”
Eric decided that one of the three sacks of dog-shit was enough for now. He was keen to move me on to the sewage tank – the sewage tank I had filled with human piss and shit, dog-shit, horse-shit and cow-shit, and then added a load of pig slurry, for torturing Eric.
As I sat on the gravel, covered in dog-shit and in agony, Eric decided this would be a good time for one of his lectures: “Now, cunt, we come to the sewage tank. I’ve taken a look in there and it’s just as well we’ve got protective masks and suits with those long safety gloves – all nice and flexible and comfortable for us . You will be naked.
“We’ll use the stuff on you, which you installed in there to torture me – I like the hoist for holding you upside down with your legs spread – believe me, you’ll regret thinking of that one. We don’t want you passing out and not experiencing pain, so you won’t spend that long actually upside down, but you’ll be lowered until you’re on your back with your feet in the air attached to the hoist. We’ll put something round your neck so you’ll be pulled up out of the filth to breathe – we don’t want you drowning yourself either – but you'll soon be pushed back into the shit and pig slurry. Think about it, cunt. We'll dunk you repeatedly in that filth face-up. To make it worse for you, we’ll gag you with your mouth open, and we'll use some sticks for stirring up the shit and pushing it into your face and forced-open mouth – of course we'll use the sticks to hit you too.
"Imagine, cunt, what it’ll be like face-up in that sewage-pit, pig slurry pouring into your mouth, the odd turd being pushed in after it. Look forward to it, cunt!
“Jules can use the same flogger as Jez used on your dick and balls and also a birch from what used to be your dungeon. Jules, or any of us who wants, will use them between your legs when you’re attached to the hoist with your legs wide-spread – any bits missed when you were flogged the right way up will get it in full force from that flogger: those heavy leather and metal strands will bite into the most sensitive parts of genitals totally exposed by your spread legs, and the flogger will be followed by a thorough and very painful birching.
“I’ve also put a screen in there for you and there’s a little CCTV camera. You see, this is going to be your new home till the Asian gang come. Of course there’s no bed. We’re going to tie you by your tortured balls to one of the posts on that ledge and handcuff your hands behind your back so you can spend hours lying or standing there, depending how we tie you, without anyone else being in with you, smelling those smells and feeling that pain, while you watch us on the screen lying in what was your bed and relaxing in what was your bath enjoying sex which you’re now only allowed to have with dogs. If you don’t watch every fucking move, we’ll see it on the CCTV, and we’ll be back down to put you back in the tank and torture you.”
Eric finally turned to the others: “OK, let’s get the gear on and get the cunt into sewage! I want the cunt completely naked when he goes into that filth so we’ll take off the weights and the alligator clip for now – but we can leave the ear-torture clamps and we’ll force its fucking mouth open.”
They left Jonny to guard me while they went to put on protective gear. He chose to guard me by standing on the alligator clip on the tip of my dick for the whole time they were gone. “This is going to be so nasty for you, cunt, and then you’ve got that film-show of us enjoying ourselves – you'll be in the smelliest fucking cinema in the whole fucking world! And Mr Eric forgot to mention that we’ve still got to shove stuff up your pisshole – we're going to barbed wire like we did in the prison – I expect you remember that - but this will be much much worse, cunt ... ”, and Jonny laughed.
