Jez and Jonny took the weights off my balls and removed the clamp from the tip of my dick. They put me in handcuffs and they left the two clamps which were prolonging the agony of my right ear – the clamps crushed the burnt and wounded flesh of my right ear-lobe “Leave them”, Eric had instructed, “they’re torturing the cunt – it might learn from it. It knows it’s got to eat any bits of its ear that fall off, and we’ll give it special extra punishments on its other ear if either of the clamps falls off.”
Now all four of them, Eric, Jez, Jonny and Jules were in the full protective gear I had bought. They could walk into all the filth and they wouldn’t even smell it. Terrifyingly, they could play with me in it for as long as they wanted without risking disease or being overcome with the toxic stinking fumes. But I was completely naked.
I was exposed in every way, as they walked me to the small door in the little brick building containing the sewage tank. Through the door, down two steps, and I was in.
The stench was literally overwhelming. They had to hold on to me to keep me from collapsing on to the concrete walkway surrounding the tank itself and probably right into the sewage. I started to cough and splutter, and my eyes started to sting. Eric walked up to me while Jez and Jonny held me. “Shut the fuck up”, he shouted and kneed me twice, hard, in the balls. Jez and Jonny held on to me and laughed. “I would hate to have your balls, cunt”, grinned Jules, "or what's left of them", Jonny joked.
I had prepared this hell-hole for Eric but now I was the one to be “disciplined with sewage”, as Eric now put it. “I can do what the fuck I want to you, cunt”. He and the boys were the ones wearing the protective clothes. I was the one who was naked and vulnerable.
On a nod from Eric, Jez and Jonny unlocked my cuffs and simply pushed me into the filth in the tank. It was about four feet deep, about three feet of liquid pig slurry on top, which was giving off the worst of the fumes, and solid with shit for the bottom foot or so. I fell forwards and my head went under the liquid pig-slurry which covered the surface. I tried to stand but then slid backwards into the filth – my whole body slipped backwards under the vile liquid pig slurry as I tried to try to stand – I felt the top of the solid shit layer with my ass. The layer of human and animal shit at the bottom of the tank was slippery and I couldn’t stay upright. This time I went right under. My forced-open mouth, and my nose and ears, filled with the terrible slurry as I slipped back again – Jules had picked up a stick and giggled as he splashed slurry into my face when I came up for breath. It not only went in my mouth but also in my eyes which stung unbearably. My wounded ass and genitals were tortured all over again as the terrible filth oozed into them and started to infect them.
My immediate problem was trying to stand. I flayed about. When I did finally manage to keep my head above the slurry for a few seconds, I grabbed the concrete side of the tank. Eric’s heavy boot slammed down on the back of my hand – some small bones cracked and broke. I lifted my injured, and agonised hand and let out a deafening scream which echoed in the small space. Now there was no way to steady myself. I again slipped backwards into the pig-slurry and down, with my hand crushed and bleeding, into the faeces below.
I thought I might drown, which might have been a relief.
Jez jumped in, fully protected of course. He grabbed me under my arms and held me high enough for my face to be above the slurry. I heard a motor whirr and I knew it was the hoist I had bought for suspending Eric – or even for drowning him. Eric had attached a wide leg-spreader to the hook on the hoist and lowered it over the tank. Now Jonny jumped in and used ankle cuffs to attach my ankles to either end of the hoist. He gave a thumbs up to Eric who now started lifting the hoist.
The strain on my ankles was massive as gravity tried to pull them down through the cuffs – but the cuffs were tight and just bit into my ankles and then the top of my feet. I groaned loudly. “Shut up, cunt” said Jules who was smiling broadly and lifting something quite big in his right hand, “his whipping hand”, Eric pointed out. Eric went on lifting the hoist until only my shoulders and head were horizontal, supported by Jez who for the moment at least was stopping them from going back into the filth, which Jonny had now continually stirred up with a stick so that lumps of human and animal shit from below floated around in the liquid pig-slurry.
Now I could clearly see in the light of the one strong naked bulb what Jules had picked up. As Eric had promised, he had a huge vicious birch in his hands. Somewhere between twenty and thirty knotty flexible thin branches were tied together at one end and splayed out at the other end. Most looked like tough flexible little birch canes, but there were also some thorns sticking out and clearly visible in the harsh light. Jules made it whistle in the air. It looked solid and terrifying. Jules smiled broadly.
"Mr Jules has decided to go straight for the birch. He'll probably use the flogger later, cunt, but he's decided that a long full-force genital birching is what you deserve right now."
“Put its head under after every third stroke, Jez”, ordered Eric. “We’ll see what it looks like after about thirty.” Eric’s smile was steady as he looked at me: “Beg Mr Jules for this punishment, cunt”. I knew what was required to avoid even more torture: “Please, Mr Jules, Sir, smash that birch between my legs. Now I’m upside down, Sir, you can punish places which Mr Jez couldn’t reach when he flogged me there earlier, when I was on the spanking bench, Sir. Please hit me as hard as you can, Mr Jules, Sir, because of what I did to you and to Mr Eric and to others. I am a cunt, Sir. Please don’t hold back, Sir”.
“Enjoy it, cunt”, said Eric.
Eric nodded to Jules to start. Jules lifted that fearsome birch above his head and smashed it with maximum effort and full strength on to my upended dick and balls. I had heard that the first few strokes of the birch didn’t hurt that much, and that the pain builds with an accumulation of strokes. That didn’t happen to me. Jules’s first three vicious strokes, about ten seconds apart, each had me writhing and screaming in desperate pain. The very first smashed into the base of my balls undoubtedly breaking the skin of my ball-sack and then it splayed out and tore down my left inner thigh. The second was slightly further forward so it caught all those places again and also tore into my dick. The third ripped the skin from my right inner thigh, causing a visible gash, and at the same time whipped fiercely into my balls and perineum.
I started to scream and yell after that third terrible stroke, and then suddenly Jez pushed my head down face-up into the filth. I had forgotten the dunking Eric had ordered after every three strokes. Some kind of turd entered my open mouth, and I started to choke on it and the mouthful of liquid pig slurry that had started pouring down my throat. Jez had timed my dunking perfectly to maximise the horror. he dunked me mid-scream. When he finally let me up, I was simply choking on filth. Jules resumed the birching without any kind of break, using all his strength to punish my entire groin, every bit of my dick and balls, my thighs, my perineum, the sensitive lower part of my buttocks and inside my spread-open ass-crack. When we finally reached thirty, my blood was literally spurting into the sewage tank from each hit. I must have swallowed a litre of slurry and filth.
“Another dozen and we’ll move on to the next punishment”, said Eric. I don’t really know how I got through the final dozen birchings, including three long nasty dunkings. But I did. “No rest-period”, said Eric: “Get the nasty dirty bleeding infected cunt off the hoist and throw it back into the tank.”
For a few seconds I was free from the hoist and experienced some relief but I soon slipped backwards and my head went under yet again. As I came up, I saw that Jonny had jumped in and joined Jez. “Play with him, boys”, I heard Eric say. And play they did. Jonny grabbed my head and picked up some disgusting sludge and dumped it on my face, pushing it into my mouth with his gloved hands. He grabbed some more and shoved it into my eyes which by now were unbearably sore. And he used his gloved fingers to force some disgusting harder bits of shit right up my nostrils, where they jammed. Then, while Jez grabbed and twisted my dick, Jonny dipped my head repeatedly in the slurry, holding me under for different lengths of time. I never quite knew when I would be dunked or for how long. Sometimes, I breathed at the wrong moment and came up spluttering and nearly drowned. Sometimes Jonny waited till I started to take a deep breath and dunked me so I took in the biggest possible mouthful of slurry and shit.
I don’t know how long the boys' play went on for, at least half an hour. But finally Eric interrupted them: “Look at this, cunt”, Eric ordered. I saw Eric pass Jonny a thick sound with sharp edges. I knew it would be forced deep into my dick. Eric told Jonny: “Dip it deep into the tank so it gets completely covered in the shit at the bottom”. Jonny did as he was told with an enthusiastic smile. The dick-sound came up completely covered in brown mess. Jonny grabbed my dick and just shoved it inside. It must have gone in at least six inches. When I yelled and begged, Jez dunked my head for so long that I nearly passed out.
When he finally let me up, I heard Eric say “Don’t drown the cunt, Jez – there's plenty for it to experience yet!”
My cruelly penetrated dick exploded with pain. But I knew this was just the beginning of the torture Jonny had promised me when I was working with the dog-shit outside. Jez held my head up bit higher so I could see Eric pass Jonny what I thought would be barbed wire. But it was something else. It was indeed a thin wire, but the barbs looked more like particularly vicious sharp curved fish-hooks. Eric then showed Jonny a little mechanism at the end of the wire, which allowed the hooks to fold back into the wire itself while it was being inserted into a dick and then could be used to release the hooks when the wire was deep inside that dick, in this case my dick.
I knew it was pointless, but I screamed and I begged more. The immediate result was more prolonged and deeper dunking in the filth.
When I emerged, Eric said “You know you’re not allowed to beg, cunt, but I knew you would because you're not just nasty but stupid. Now you’ll get two wires instead of one. You won’t enjoy the second one much, cunt. It’s got specially long barbs which will penetrate your nasty dick-flesh and actually stick out of your dick – think of it - your penis will have lots of sharp wires sticking out of it, cunt. Look forward to that!”, and Jez, still holding my head while I flailed around pointlessly, added “The cunt had better not wank itself”, and all four of them laughed at his joke.
Then, maybe to make his point, Jez held my burnt and clamped right ear with one hand and dunked me again with the other. My mouth once again filled with liquid pig-slurry and a few lumps of the shit which had been stirred up to the surface.
Jonny didn’t hesitate. While Jez was still dunking me, he inserted the first shit-covered hooked wire deep into my dick alongside the big sound, reawakening my old wounds from the fearsome scrapings of my urethra carried out inside my dick back in the prison punishment room. When Jez released the mechanism Eric had demonstrated, the little hooks did indeed tear into the flesh around my urethra and I could even hear a little mechanical clink when some of the hooks hit the metal sound.
I struggled. I choked and spluttered. I knew, with the inevitability of doom, what was coming next.
Eric calmly handed Jonny the slightly thicker wire. I don’t know how he found space in my pisshole, but Jonny somehow forced it down the other side of the sound from the original wire. I could feel blood, along with filth, oozing from my forced-open pisshole. I was shaking uncontrollably. I could hardly even scream. Jonny used the mechanism to release the hooks on the thicker wire and, as Eric had said they would, they tore right through my dick. The points of those barbs were easy to see as they stuck out a good quarter of an inch all down one side of my dick. The sharp points of the each barb curved upwards towards my pisshole. The inner and outer flesh of my dick were now impaled on about a dozen sharp metal hooks.
Between them, Jez and Jonny held my whole tortured body in the filthy liquids and pushed it down into the vile solids in that sewage tank. When they finally lifted me out and threw me on to the concrete rim of the tank, I was shaking, unable to speak, and in total agony everywhere. The recent wounds on my dick were the most extreme pain I was now feeling, probably the worst pain any man’s dick could experience. Those sharp wires stuck out of it. Jules then stamped on it. I thought it would fall off in pieces and I was close to losing consciousness. Jules massaged my penetrated dick with his heavy protective boot. Then Eric stepped on my broken hand and spat in my face ...
Eric explained what was coming next in his calm voice. “We’re going to jet-wash you, cunt, and drag you up to what used to be your bedroom. All this torture has made us so horny. You’ll be forced to watch us have lots of sex for half the night in extreme agony. Then we’ll probably tie you up in one of the dog-shit sacks for the rest of the night until we’re ready to torture you again in the morning. Look forward to that, cunt! The four Asian lads and their two big dogs will be here tomorrow evening – they are crazy and they’re looking forward to meeting you, cunt! I can’t wait to see what they do your ruined fucking dick!”
