An hour or two later, Jonny and Jez emerged smiling and chatting from their four-way sex session to put me in one of the dog-shit sacks, just like they’d promised.
Of course, I was still standing like they’d left me, naked, handcuffed, gagged and attached by my balls to the post next to those stinking sacks. Jez looked me in the eyes and then gave me a hard kick in my tied-up balls. I doubled up as he started to untie me, taking care to smack my swelling balls with the rough rope as he did so . “Listen, cunt”, said Jonny as he pointed to the biggest and foulest of the sacks, “We’re going to release your hands so you can use them to half-empty that dog-shit sack. Make enough space to climb into it and into the skank that’s left in it – that sack's going to be your sleeping-bag for tonight ...”. Jez untied my hands and pointed to the sack. On closer inspection, I could see that most of the dog-shit bags in it had burst during the hot days.
I stared at that disgusting sack. “You can wank using all those dog-turds", laughed Jonny, “You’d enjoy that, cunt"! “It can’t wank”, said Jez, “Its dick’s full of fucking spikes”. Then he kicked my ruined dick and blood spurted out of it in several places. I shrieked through my gag. The boys high-fived and told me to get on with it.
I reached for that sack and I picked out with my bare hands mounds of rotting dog-shit. When I'd emptied the top three feet or so, about half of the sack, Jonny told me to put my head and shoulders inside. Jez explained “Mr Eric had decided that you'll get this sack-punishment tonight. He decided not to put you in the sewage tank because he doesn’t want you to drown yourself and miss tomorrow’s punishments, so he said to leave you in a sack out here”.
“Get further into that fucking sack”, Jonny commanded, “put your head into that shit, cunt!” Then Jez picked up the whip Jules had used on me earlier and slammed it down on my shoulders. I yelped and started to climb deeper into that dog-shit sack.
As soon as I put my head in the sack, I started coughing from the stench. They kicked me, whipped me, and beat me with sticks, until my head and shoulders were right inside. Then, they put on tough protective gloves, put me back in tight handcuffs, and bent my legs right under me, pushing my feet almost up to my face.
Cramp started at once, but Jonny and Jez certainly didn’t care about that. Now, only my ass was sticking out of the sack and my head and feet were both right in the dog-turds in the bottom half of the sack. I felt movement around my head and face. The shit seemed alive. I realised suddenly that the turds were infested with thousands of maggots which started to crawl all over me. Maggots entered my eyes, nose and even my mouth. I screamed in horror. The boys looked in and laughed out loud - Jonny took a photo to show Eric.
Jonny and Jez then lifted the sack so my face and feet sank further into the stinking heaving mess and they used gravity and brute force, along with the sticks and whip on my sticking-out ass, to push the rest of my body in and more or less close the sack. Finally, they lifted the sack, full with me and with maggot-infested dog turds, and attached it to a hoop at the top of the post, leaving me swaying.
“You’d better hope you die tonight, cunt. You’ve got so much pain and torture from us tomorrow and then you’ve got those men and their dogs”, laughed Jonny.
I spent the whole night with my head in dog-shit, tortured by cramp, in pain everywhere but still in the worst agony from the barbs in my dick and from my destroyed nipples and my burnt and disfigured left ear. I felt the maggots as they crawled out of the turds, over my face and into the remains of my nipples and my many other open wounds.
Hours later – it seemed like weeks of torture in that sack – I heard footsteps. I heard Eric saying “Pull it out by its balls, like it did to me when I was in its fucking cage”.
My dog-shit sack was dropped on to the gravel path, pushing my face even deeper into the maggot-infested shit, and then it was pulled open. Jonny tied a rope around my balls and simply yanked me out by them. Eric heard me scream from the acute terrible aching pain from Jonny’s brutal tugging and made it worse by caning my rope-crushed balls as I emerged backwards out of the shit-sack. At first, because I was so tightly packed into it, the whole sack moved with me. “Fucking cunt, extra caning for that – help Mr Jonny pull you out”, Eric ordered and, as he did so, caned my left testicle so hard that I thought it must be destroyed (but it was still there, disfigured and swollen). I eventually managed to wriggle backwards a bit and Jonny pulled harder. With painful jerking motions, I finally broke free of that sack.
My balls felt as if they were going to explode. My left one was in total agony. My dick was continually tortured by the spikes. I screamed as I suddenly uncramped.
As soon as I emerged, as an “extra punishment for the cunt”, Jonny got a sharp stick and started to poke around the holes where my nipples had been.
“Fuck, the cunt stinks”, said Jules, and he went with Jez to get the jet-wash to use on me. Jonny stayed behind to torture me, putting the sharpened end of his stick right under the remains of the dark skin which had once surrounded the nubs which Eric had cruelly burst and then removed with pliers yesterday. I screamed and shrieked through my gag but Jonny just smiled as he dug into me more.
Eric pulled off my gag: “nice night, cunt?”
I knew I had to find some words in the midst of Jonny’s tortures: “Thank you, Sirs, for taking the trouble of putting me in the dog-shit sack for the night. It was thoughtful, Sirs. It was a punishment I deserved, Sirs”. Eric kicked my burnt and torn ear and then told me to lick up the piece of dog-shit that came off on his boot. “Filthy cunt”, said Eric as I licked. Jonny kept digging with his stick into my chest, gradually ripping off most of what remained of my dark nipple-flesh.
Jez and Jules emerged not just with the jet-wash equipment but also with a big bag of rock salt. Eric watched and smiled as all three boys put on thick gloves and rubbed that rock salt, hard lumps of salt mixed with small sharp stones (designed to stop cars slipping on the road), into my open wounds. They gave me a rub-down with that rock salt and pushed it in where my nipples had been, and vigorously over the whole of my pierced dick, over my cut scrotum, relishing my obvious agony when they rubbed it hard into my left ball. Jonny turned me over and used his stick to re-open some of the cane stripes on my ass to rub the salt right into them.
They watched as I writhed on the ground screaming and begging incoherently for them to jet-wash me or kill me. They stood over me and watched the effects of their salt-torture, smiling and chatting.
When the worst of the pain started to die down, Eric told them to repeat the punishment "more vigorously this time : the cunt deserves it". This time they made a point of tearing the soles of my feet with their sharp canes and rubbing the rock-salt in the new wounds, to make the dragging punishment they were planning with the quad-bike even worse.
After another period of screaming and writhing, they stood me up and jet-washed me. Jonny re-cuffed me and attached my wrists to the back of what had once been my quad-bike, intended for dragging Eric. “Jules wanted a go driving this", said Eric "so I suggested he should drag you along behind him to punish you”, said Eric. “You left your garden full of stinging nettles, brambles and thorn-bushes, just for me, cunt. Big mistake! Jules is going to pull you up and down, again and again, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast – he wants to clear all that stuff and you’re going to help him, whether you like it or not, with your naked body dragging behind him.”
Jonny used a rope to attach my handcuffs about two metres from the back of the quad-bike. He had wanted to attach me by my balls but Eric said “Nah, its balls will come off if we do that and I said we’d leave them for the boys tonight and their dogs. Don’t worry though. It’ll dislocate both its shoulders so it’ll be in fucking agony, and the nettles and brambles will torture its dick and balls non-stop ...”
Eric then turned to me: “Another punishment for you, cunt. Thank Mr Jules, cunt. Thank us all, cunt!”
I shook with fear and pain: “Thank you, Sirs, for tying me to the back of this quad-bike. Please punish me with it, Mr Jules, Sir, to get revenge for what I did to you in my dungeon.” I hesitated and Eric slapped me hard on my half-destroyed ear making me fall over. Then he kicked me in the ribs “Thank me and Mr Jonny for tearing off your nipples, you ungrateful cunt!” “Thank you, Sirs, for destroying my nipples and torturing me, Sirs. I don’t deserve nipples, Sirs. You were so right to destroy them, and I’m glad that slowly crushing them with pliers turned you on, Mr Eric, Sir. Thank you, Sir”.
Jules started the quad-bike with a terrifying roar, but at first he decided to go slowly – he shouted at me from the wheel: “Mr Eric wants you to experience all the different things slowly, cunt – I’m going to drive slowly." Jules smiled broadly and continued: "Mr Eric and Jez and Jonny will whip you if you try to avoid any nettles or brambles. We want to see you go through the middle of the nettles and brambles, cunt. I’ll go faster later, which’ll be torture for you because I’ll make sure you dislocate both your shoulders, then I’ll finish up at the big roll of barbed wire you left in the far corner, so you can be tightly bent over it and we’ll take turns flogging you!”
Jules was as good as his word. He enjoyed driving the quad-bike, but especially he loved making sure he was torturing me. We went at walking pace backwards and forwards through tall thick nettle-patches and straight through a bramble bush. He didn’t stop when I fell, so on several occasions he just dragged me along on my front, tearing everything from my toes to my forehead, including one place where some thorns got caught in the hole where my left nipple had been destroyed and ripped off some of my chest-skin, which made me collapse and get an extra whipping, aimed at my face, from Jonny. Jules yelled with delight when my cock and balls were ripped open by brambles or stung horribly by bunches of nettles. Jez and Jonny used whips on me continuously, hitting me anywhere, and Eric used a long cane - “Get up, cunt! Straight through those brambles, cunt, I’ll beat your ass to shreds if you try to move an inch out of the way ...”
After half an hour or so of this torture, and several circuits and crossings of what had been my wild garden, Eric told Jules “Make the idle cunt run now – plenty of sudden accelerations – listen out for the screams when its shoulders give way and then give it all you can.” The engine roared. I was jerked sharply forwards and had to sprint for about 20 metres. Then Jules turned the quad-bike through 180 degrees at speed and without warning. I lost my balance. He accelerated again. An unbelievable burst of pain from my right shoulder made me fall and Jules dragged me along the gravel path and back into the remains of the nettles. He slowed and I forced myself to get up, but his next acceleration yanked my other shoulder and the quad-bike dragged me a few more metres until I fell, a mass of pain, on to the remains of the thick bramble hedge which I had repeatedly flattened in the slow part of the quad-bike punishment.
Jez, Jonny and Eric came over to me, lying on the ground when the quad-bike finally stopped and stepped on me and kicked me - “You learning a lesson, cunt?”, asked Jez as he played with the hole where my right nipple had been with the metal tip of his boot. “Yes, Mr Jez, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for destroying my shoulders and nipples”.
“Pull the cunt up”, Eric ordered. Jez and Jonny pulled me upright by my arms and I screamed as they intentionally wrenched my dislocated shoulders. I nearly passed out from the pain. Eric took my shoulders one at a time and pushed them back. This time I did pass out for a few seconds. They let me fall to the ground and poured some cold water over me. As I came to, Eric pissed on my face. Then they dragged me to the roll of barbed wire and secured me over it.
The metal in my dick clanked against the barbed wire as they tied me over it. More dick-flesh tore. “I want to leave the cunt's filthy dick attached to it, so those dogs have something to eat”, said Eric. He yanked me up off the barbed wire and operated the button which withdrew the spikes back into the remains of my dick and then extracted all three sounds. I shrieked and struggled but my dick stayed attached to me – it bled and I pissed a mixture of piss and blood – “disgusting cunt”, said Eric, “get back over that fucking wire”. I gingerly lent forward over the roll of barbed wire – I managed to avoid the worst of the barbs until Jonny realised what I was doing and shoved one barb hard into my navel, fixing me in position by it. Jonny was about to impale my balls when Eric stopped him: “The boys with the dogs have paid us quite a bit – they'll be upset if we castrate it now. Let’s give it a final harsh ass-caning, something for it to remember".
Jonny hammered some metal loops into the ground and attached my arms and legs to them. I was tight over the barbed wire and I wasn’t going anywhere.
They took in turns. Jules started off with a dozen with a heavy punishment cane. Jez used the tough single-tail whip he’d used on me when Jules was dragging me with the quad-bike. Jonny used a terrible leather prison-strap with maximum strength. Eric, like Jules, used a heavy cane. After two rounds of a dozen each, I couldn’t scream any more. My ass started to disintegrate – pieces literally fell off it on to the ground – a pool of blood dripped through the barbed wire. I couldn’t keep still, so the barb Jonny had pushed into my navel started to tear my skin there and more blood dripped on to the ground.
Then it stopped. They just left me tied over the barbed wire.
I must have drifted in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours until I heard voices and finally footsteps.
Then I heard the sound I dreaded most, the barking of large dogs ...
THE END
