I was tied to the post next to the sacks of dog-shit while Jules jet-washed me. Even in my extreme pain, I felt deeply the humiliation of this young man laughing as he aimed jets of water at my tortured dick and balls, at my face including of course my burnt, torn and clamped ear, up my asshole and all over my body. He loved listening to the metallic sound when he hit the hooks in my dick and made the wires and the sounds inside my urethra clatter into each other. “Its fucking dick’ll go all rusty”, joked Jonny. If I hadn’t been tied to the post, I would have collapsed.
They marched me into what had once been my living room. I groaned from the pain in my dick, but also because I saw a pile of my treasured possessions. They laughed as they made me watch while they broke my favourite ornaments and ripped up my clothes. They smashed my framed photos, and made me walk on the glass-splinters until my feet, already tormented by the gravel outside, started to bleed again. Eric showed me my bank statements, now all overdrawn - “Your money’s in our accounts now, cunt.” I groaned again. Eric punched me in my left eye which still stung from the sewage – what do you say, cunt? I knew what he expected: “Thank you, Sirs, for destroying the things that are precious to me and taking my money. You deserve my money because of what I did to you, Sirs. I only deserve torture, humiliation and having my body ruined, especially, Sirs, my disgusting penis and my nasty balls.”
Jonny and Jez went down to the dungeon and returned with a bondage chair with a huge dildo which I had intended for torturing Eric. They also brought some rough rope, a cloth gag, a penknife and some pliers. They took these – and dragged me – into my former bedroom. Eric picked up a long thin shard of broken glass from one of my picture-frames. He told Jez and Jonny to bend me over the back of the chair and he simply rammed that shard right up my asshole - “I want you to hate sitting on that dildo, cunt”, Eric said as I shrieked in agony. Then he pulled it out, twisting it slightly as he did so, causing two or three tiny pieces of glass to break off and stay deep in my asshole, and then he handed the blood-covered shard to Jules – “Mind your fingers on that, Jules” Eric said “– we might need it, along with the penknife, for dealing with its nipples later”.
They strapped me into the bondage chair, stretching my scratched and bleeding asshole unbearably as they unceremoniously forced me down on to the unlubed dildo. As well as the unbearable stretch and penetration, I felt the bits of glass which had broken off tear into my asshole deep inside it. Jonny then forced a piece of sponge he’d just pissed on in my bathroom into my mouth and then gagged me tightly so I wouldn’t disturb them. “We're giving you a live show and not a film-show so don't show even a flicker of disrespect,” warned Eric “if you don’t watch us all the time, I’ll burn your other ear completely off and make you eat it – you won’t enjoy that – so I think you’d better be watching, cunt, whenever I look up”.
The final part of my preparation was tying the rough rope tightly round my dick to increase the torture there and tying it off on to opposite sides of the chair. Fascinated by this, Jules flicked and pulled at my dick, and I made a horrible spluttering sound through my gag, which made them all laugh.
Then hours of the hottest sex began. For so many years of my life, I would have loved it. Even in prison, I would have dreamt of joining in.
Now I just despaired – my metal-stuffed, fish-hook-penetrated, rope-crushed dick could no longer react. I just watched their cruel show – I didn’t want Eric to carry out his promise, and I’m sure he would have carried it out, of ripping off my one good ear, if I didn’t. If I tried to move a muscle, the huge dildo in my cut-up asshole tortured me more.
Eric stripped naked. He climbed on what had been my bed until a couple of days ago. His dick was already hard and pointing up his chest as he lay on his back with his head resting on the pillows. Jonny, who had been in my former bathroom came in wrapped in a towel, threw it off and lay face-down naked next to Eric. He started playing with Eric’s face, pushing his fingers into Eric’s mouth – Eric was now so rock-hard, his dick seemed ready to explode. I remembered Eric, my torture-master now, was a sexual sub. Jez, also now naked, came from nowhere and grabbed hold of Eric’s dick and pulled it off his chest and pushed it down between his legs, twisting it slightly - “How about calling me “Master” and showing respect?” asked Jez. Wincing from the unexpected pain in his dick, Eric managed “Thank you, Master”, getting a “That’s better” from Jez who was now using his other hand to massage, pretty firmly it seemed to me, one of Eric’s balls. “I think”, continued Jez, “it’s time for you to taste Jules's asshole – I don’t think he wipes myself so he might be in need of some toilet paper attention.” Jules, who had been filming all this with his phone, was still dressed, but he laughed as he climbed on top of Eric, lowered his trousers and a pair of torn boxers and squatted down over Eric’s face – and then he sat down hard so Eric’s face was squashed up Jules’s ass-crack. “Is he licking?”, asked Jez. “Definitely - hot - oh fuck”, came Jules’s reply as he swayed with his hole evidently well-penetrated by Eric’s eager tongue.
I became irrelevant. The fact that I was in agony all over my body from my broken hand to my bleeding foot, from my burnt and disfigured ear to my tortured dick, didn’t matter at all any more.
Jules got up briefly to strip while Eric moved round so he was lying on his back with his head off the side of the bed – Jonny stood up and started fucking Eric’s inverted mouth hard, making him choke and splutter. Jez lifted up Eric’s legs and lubed his asshole and quickly entered him balls-deep in one go which made Eric cry out through Jonny’s assault on his mouth. Jules wriggled across to Eric’s dick, which had now bounced back to its original position, and started licking, sucking and squeezing it – then he climbed on to Eric so his ass faced back towards Eric’s face-fuck by Jonny. Jonny said “lean forward and let the fucker feel your teeth on his dick – it’s painful but it’s good for him”. As Jules started biting Eric’s dick, Jonny reached forward and started wanking Jules at the same time as fucking Eric’s ass.
Through my pain, I heard their shouts as they came at more or less the same time. Some of Jonny’s cum spilt out of Eric’s mouth, so Jonny pushed it back in with his fingers and Eric swallowed eagerly. Jez came with a shout and then let Eric’s ass drop on to the bed – it made a soggy sound as it hit the sheets. Jules turned round and spat Eric’s cum back into his mouth as soon as Jonny moved his dick out of the way, and then he and Eric enjoyed a long cum-filled kiss. Jez bent down and licked up Jules’s wank with slurping sounds and obvious enjoyment.
I knew I would have to watch another round before they even remembered I was there.
They laid across each other and on top of each other with warm wet kissing and cuddling. “Go and fetch a birch”, said Jez. Jules scurried naked to the dungeon and came back with something like the fearsome instrument he had used between my legs when I had been suspended over the sewage tank. There would be no sewage tank but someone was going to be birched. “Get into position in front of the cunt”, said Jonny to Eric.
Eric sighed, lifted himself up, and pushed his ass high in the air right in front of where I was tied. They took it in turns to birch Eric. It was obviously painful. The birching made dozens of red marks on Eric’s buttocks and Eric yelped extra loud when those birch twigs went into his crack. It wasn’t crazy or aimed at Eric’s balls, like my birching by Jules. But it was a proper birching. Eric hardly moved because Jonny had warned him that if he moved “we’ll have a lot of fucking fun giving you a longer harder birching”. At the end – after at least fifty strokes – Eric collapsed on to the bed, holding his raw buttocks in quite serious pain, as some of his blood oozed on to the sheets.
The birching of Eric had made them hard again. After all, they were sadists. Only Eric was also a masochist and at that moment seemed to enjoy the pain he was experiencing. There must have been at least ten cuts on his ass which were actually bleeding and at one point he even stuck to the sheet but he didn’t care as his dick took over.
This time Jonny took Eric’s ass without any extra lube and Eric shrieked as Jonny held tight to Eric’s nipples and then entered him violently and completely. Jules lay back on the bed so Eric could suck him. Jez pushed himself under Eric and sucked him while punching and squeezing his balls which turned very pink and started to swell – Eric's face showed his pain from the near-dry assault on his birched ass and Jez’s rough treatment of his balls – but then he had to concentrate on Jules’s swelling dick which was heading down his throat
They took more time on this second round of boy-sex. When they finished, all four lay back spent. Jonny, Jez and Jules kissed and licked, and Jez dribbled into Jules’s open mouth and then spat into it. I noticed that they were playing with each other’s nipples when Eric finally turned to me. “You know I need to torture the cunt now”, he said.
The he turned to me: “Do you remember, cunt, when I burnt your nipples with my cigarette? Do you remember your nasty tits going up in fucking smoke, cunt? Well, you won’t have to worry about that any more because I’m going to remove your fucking nipples. They're coming right off. Look at Jez’s nipples, cunt, and think of the pleasure you'll never have from yours - only pain and regret, cunt ...” I looked, and I saw Jez's beautiful pink nipples sticking out, taut as Jules played with them. “Pass me the pliers, Jules, please”. Then he shuffled over so he was sitting right in front of me, holding the big vicious pair of pliers.
“We’ll deal with the surrounds outside later. I don’t want any more funking cunt-blood in here. So my torture now will be the destruction and removal of your little nubs. I’m going to turn them into holes, cunt. Your dick’s ruined. Your balls are going soon. Right now, you’re going to lose those sensitive sticky-out bits of your tits. I remember when you made me suck them. No one will suck them after this ...”.
He held the pliers in front of my face and smiled broadly. “No, cunt, no one will suck them again”. He moved the end of the pliers and opened them slightly before closing them on the nub of my left nipple. Then he squeezed as hard as he could. He crushed with all his might. Those metal pliers closed on my nipple-flesh and destroyed it. I shook violently and threw my head back as the pain from the torture took hold. Eric tightened the grip of the metal pliers on the flesh of the nub of my left nipple and twisted it right and left. Blood spurted out. Bits of flesh attached themselves to the inside of the pliers, and Eric gave it one last sudden wrenching pull while holding the pliers completely closed. I shrieked through my piss-gag. I tortured my asshole on the huge dildo and bits of glass as I rocked around. The pain went stratospheric where the nub of my left nipple had been.
Eventually, Eric opened the pliers and flicked off bits of my nipple on to the floor.
“Fuck, the cunt hated that”, said Jonny as he played with his dick which was now hardening for the third time.
“Please do the other one, Mr Eric”, begged Jules, his excited teen dick again sticking out in front of him. Eric repeated the torture on my right nipple. If anything, the right was even worse than the left. the rubbery nub seemed to be more resistant. Eric had to squeeze harder to break it, but it eventually gave way and literally burst.
Both my nipples were now in ruins, but, for Eric and the boys, they had served a purpose. They were all hard for the third time.
“I don’t want the cunt watching us all night”, said Eric. So Jonny and Jez released me from the chair and dragged me back to my feeding troughs in the garden. They took off my gag and ordered me to eat some of the porridge but I couldn’t. They both pissed in my water and I drank some. “We should cane you fucking hard for not eating”, said Jez “but we’ve got better things to do right now” – he too was fully erect – so they dragged me to the pole by the two remaining stinking sacks of dog-shit, and attached me to it by my balls and then handcuffed me and gagged me again. They gave me a couple of hard kicks in my ribs and on my ass, and left me.
The hooks were still in my dick and my nipples were a fresh source of agony – I knew that it was now just a matter of time. I could hear the sounds of four-way sex through the open window. I knew what was coming next. They would drag me through the thorns, nettles in the garden – they's promised Jules he could do this to me. Probably they would cane me over the rolls of barbed wire I’d put there to torture Eric. Then, finally, it would be the turn of those Asian boys and their dogs.
