Chapter nine
A few days later, the blond guard came in with my usual adulterated ‘good-for-me’ breakfast gruel. ‘Eric hasn’t pissed in it this morning’, said the blond guard, so here goes and he pulled out his dick. Instead of putting the bowl down, he ordered me to hold it while he pissed in it – I guess it was more humiliating that way. It was a long piss, leaving me almost as much piss as gruel. ‘Get on with it,’ he said. ‘You’re visiting somewhere new today. It’s your first day off your hard labour – although you’ll probably soon wish that you’d done the hard labour instead’ and the blond guard laughed. ‘Eric’s even let you off your morning caning and shit-eating – I wouldn’t have done, so it’s your lucky day – so far’.
I’d been violently raped – there’s no other word for it – by two of the most thuggish inmates the night before. It was their second visit to my cell to use the whore, me. Then they’d complained that I hadn’t sucked their dicks well, so their assault on my asshole was followed by a caning and the attachment of alligator clips to my ass-lips ‘as a special punishment for bad whoring’, said Eric – yes, he’d put them right on my anus until it bled even more than after the rape. All in all, I was very happy not to be caned again this morning. My ass was a mess.
I was cuffed by the blond guard and taken to a completely different part of the prison. I was soon even walking on carpets in clean-looking corridors. We entered a room which looked like a big double bedroom in a hotel. I gasped. As I came in, Eric emerged through another door. He was completely naked.
I don’t know if I’ve ever really described how Eric looks. Sure, he’s an evil sadist, but he looks like he just came down from heaven, especially when he’s naked! His light brown hair is fairly straight and neatly cut. His six-foot slim body is almost hairless apart from some growth in his armpits and ass-crack which I could see now as he stretched right in front of me, and he had a really neat pubic bush. From that bush, Eric’s now-soft cock was slowly waking – it’s not enormous like that revolting chubby kid who fucked me on my first night in prison but it’s well-proportioned. He’s circumcised, and there is something astonishingly beautiful about his cock-head. Eric is strong, even athletic, but not overtly muscular. He has quite broad shoulders and decent arm muscles – I knew that from when he caned me – but his thighs and abs were willowy rather than a bodybuilder’s.
I stood in silence. For a moment I was overawed by the beauty I remembered and the beauty before me now. Eric then smiled and did something amazing. He lay back on the bed right in front of me, a couple of feet away from me, pulled his legs up to his flat stomach and displayed his amazing asshole.
I moved towards him, just a few inches. I wanted to embrace him, to forgive him, and then … Then I collapsed on to the floor holding my cage. Twenty spikes entered my dick all at once. This time, unbelievably it was even more agonising – the spikes had gone in deeper because the cage was tighter and Eric later told me – because he enjoyed telling me these things – that when he’d removed my cage the previous day for my torture-scraping, he’d also rubbed some of the thick chilli oil on to the ends of my spikes.
Eric, the blond guard, and the black trainee guard who now came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath-towel, literally fell about laughing. Eric’s trick had worked perfectly and just as he had predicted.
‘OK, let’s get him on the chair’, said Eric, still giggling. ‘You’re still a pervert, then!’ he said to me and spat in my face.
They obviously had no intention of re-setting the spike-spring, leaving my dick in unbelievable agony. I was unceremoniously picked up from the floor and tied tightly to a hard upright wooden chair. They pulled rough rope, which scratched and chafed me, tightly around my chest and stomach and they tied my cuffed hands uncomfortably high behind my back. They even had ankle cuffs so I was attached to the chair legs as well. The blond guard picked up a gag from a shelf – ‘that’s the one’, said Eric. It was a penis gag and the rubber and plastic penis part reached to the back of my throat and made me keep wanting to gag.
‘You’ll fucking watch us now’ said naked Eric, still with a broad smile, still with those beautiful dimples. ‘All those spikes stuck in your dick and the unendurable pain in your scraped urethra will remind you that you’ll never ever have sex again – unless you count all the times your holes will be raped by other prisoners. But we’re going to enjoy ourselves in front of you now. We’re going to remind you what good sex is like – watch us closely, and remember that we do it all the time. Above all, remember, you filthy criminal perverted forever-locked-up tortured cunt, that I can enjoy my sex-life while you’re being punished, tortured and humiliated. And, right now, my sex-life is even better because I get off on your torture and humiliation’.
Eric lifted his cock so it was barely a centimetre from my face. I could even smell its slight odour – I could sense its delicious taste. Eric’s cock was strong and hard. He was completely erect, utterly beautiful, and for me, I knew, absolutely and forever inaccessible.
The blond guard also stripped off and was fully hard almost at once, and the trainee black guard dropped his towel to the floor. There I was. Naked but cage-spiked, and tied and gagged, unable to move. In front of me three of my cruel prison guards, hot and naked. The blond guard, muscular and handsome with a gorgeous thick cock and curly blond hair, a bit shorter than Eric, and the tall black trainee guard, another gorgeous sight, now also fully erect, thin and long.
They quickly forgot about me. They were totally into each other. Eric immediately knelt on the bed with his legs wide open, and he started sucking the black trainee. The blond guard started playing with Eric’s tits, resting on Eric’s back while his cock slid up and down Eric’s spread ass-crack. Now the black trainee changed his position so he was kneeling with his back to Eric. Eric shut his eyes in ecstasy and lapped the black trainee’s big balls and then his crack and eventually the trainee’s asshole. It didn’t take these young men to start some serious fucking. The blond guard reached for the lube and worked a big dollop on and into Eric’s asshole. The black trainee changed his position again and shoved his gorgeous cock into Eric’s mouth. Then, to my astonishment, I saw that they were spit-roasting Eric – they were fairly gentle but knew their places and Eric knew his.
Here in this room Eric was a sub.
Of course it wasn’t quite as simple as that. It rarely is. The blond guard came first and lubed the black trainee’s ass, and guided Eric’s precious cock right into it. The blond guard seamlessly took over sucking the black trainee, who came almost simultaneously with Eric. It was hot gay sex with three beautiful boys, something I would never experience again.
They were never going to stop at cumming once. Variations in sex gymnastics at one time had three of them in a heap with Eric in the middle. Another time, the blond guard frankly face-sat Eric while Eric wanked himself super-hard again. The black trainee then straddled Eric’s cock until he came again with a shout of delight from under the blond guard’s ass. Eric’s roles varied but, unlike the other two, he was never dominant.
Eventually, they lay back on the bed in a row, with Eric in the middle, having each come at least three times in an hour or so, sweating and beautiful, and that was when they looked up and remembered about me.
‘Enjoyed that, did you?’ asked the blond guard. Of course, I couldn’t answer with the penis-gag down my throat. ‘Nah, I don’t suppose it’s much fun sitting for an hour or two on a hard chair with a beaten ass, and a well-tortured dick with spikes in it, watching some sex which you’ll never ever be able to do, because we’re going to destroy your sexual organs!’ The others smirked. Eric and the blond guard started kissing again while the black trainee stretched, climbed off the bed, picked a couple of fearsome-looking sharp-toothed alligator clips out of a bag, held them out for me to look at, attached them to my nipples, and went back to bed and joined in the kissing.
The alligator clips bit into my nipples, sending wave after wave of crippling pain through my whole torso. I would have begged them, despite it being useless to beg those sadists, to take them off me. But, of course, I couldn’t make a sound and there the clips stayed, torturing my nipples. A trickle of blood ran down from each nipple. The boys were getting into each other again …
Chapter ten
Three naked young men relaxed in the bed opposite me, lying face-up in a row with their heads propped up on comfortable pillows. I was in desperate pain on a hard chair, facing them and forced to watch them
They had each cum three times in the last couple of hours. They were really into each other and a whole range of sex gymnastics that I’d been forced to watch, to remind me I could never enjoy anything like it again.
In the whole two hours, the only attention I’d had was when the black trainee guard attached unbearably sharp alligator clamps directly on to the nub of each of my nipples. Other than that further agonising pain, imposed on me for fun on top of the chilli-oiled spikes in my penis, I was left alone.
‘Fuck’ said Eric, ‘I suppose’ now we’ve had our fun, we’d better decide what to do with the cunt!’ Eric lay naked, propped up on some pillows in the middle of the threesome, his softening cock resting on his athletic thigh. The blond guard, also naked, his curly hair ruffled from sex and sweat, lit a cigarette and passed it to Eric.
‘The point is’ Eric continued, as he blew some smoke towards me, we have to think of ways of punishing it, which are totally harsh but don’t kill it – I don’t want anyone to call it ‘him’ any more – I’m destroying its sex anyway.
‘The medicines and stuff we put in that disgusting gruel it has to eat in the morning keeps him pretty fit, but it probably can’t do hard labour for more than ten or so days in a row. We can cane its ass every day, twice if we want, but we need more ways of making its time in the punishment room worse – I want the cunt to shake with fear when he knows it’s time to meet me in the punishment room. The punishment which gets to it most at the moment is definitely his urethra-scraping, although I think we could make the ‘horse’ a lot worse for him, so it would be more or less equal with scraping.’
‘And we need to start destroying his balls – he hasn’t felt enough pain there yet …’
Tied up in front of them, I listened to Eric’s words. The penis gag was choking me and I started wheezing and coughing. I also started to tear up. The contrast between Eric’s relaxed beauty, naked on that bed, and my hopelessness as he planned yet more pain for me, was driven home to me again.
I must have looked and sounded really bad for Eric to say ‘Fuck, I suppose I’d better get up and do something about the cunt now – I don’t want it to die just when we’re about to make new plans for it!’ Cigarette in hand, Eric hauled himself off the end of the bed and stood in front of me. He slapped both my cheeks hard – ‘What’s the matter, fucker? Aren’t you enjoying the show?’
Eric loosened the gag – ‘I thought this gag might be a bit much after a few hours. I sandpapered the end of the ‘penis’ bit of it to injure your throat. Fuck, I bet you’ve got a hell of a sore throat’. I swallowed and instantly realised my throat was completely dry and felt as sore as if I was about to get the worst cold anyone could imagine. Swallowing was utter agony. My throat had effectively been sandpapered by Eric’s cruel gag and was now bleeding. I could taste my blood. ‘Don’t worry – throat-skin heals quickly – but you can drink some of our nice salty piss later. That should keep the pain going until they rape your throat this evening – imagine how it’ll feel then! We’ll make you drink some water eventually – for now, your throat can enjoy that nice dryness which makes swallowing so fucking difficult! Enjoy it, shitface’, said Eric.
Then the black trainee, also soft now and still naked, lying on his side, facing where Eric had been, said ‘shouldn’t you do something about the cunt’s tits – they’re still dribbling blood?’
Eric pretended to be angry about the extra work I was causing him when he could have been in bed with his friends. ‘Fuck, you’re a pain today, cunt. Eric spat in my eyes and then, barely opening them, yanked the alligator clips off the nubs of my nipples – the pain caused by the yanking, and the resulting tearing of my nipple-skin and the flow of blood back into my nipples, was just staggering.
Then Eric took his lit cigarette from his lips, and smiled as he held it in front of my face. ‘I’m going to cauterise your wounded tits, cunt’, said Eric. At first he lightly touched them with the red-hot ash, and then pushed down hard, on the bleeding part of my left nipple with the whole burning tip of his cigarette. I shook and spasmed from the unbelievable pain. Eric casually took another drag on the cigarette before doing the same thing on my right nipple, ‘I have to keep the tip hot for this to work, shitface’ said Eric as I shook. I made some incoherent noises from my slightly freed throat, but they couldn’t match the terrible screams of pain which I wanted to come out. Even those small noises annoyed Eric, and he slapped both sides of my face again, much harder than before – my ears rang and my cheeks stung, but it was my burnt nipples that took over every nerve – if I’d been able to use a knife at that moment, I would have cut off my own nipples without hesitation – ‘Shut the fuck up’, Eric said quietly.
Eric turned to climb back to his comfortable middle place in the bed between the two naked guards. Eric was erect again. ‘It’s happened again’, said the blond guard laughing, to no one in particular. ‘Torture turns him on every time – 3 times cumming and now it’ll be 4’. ‘Torture! Torture! Torture!’ the black trainee chanted into Eric’s face and kissed his lips. Eric lay back smiling, his completely hard cock now half-way up his stomach pointing at his handsome face.
The black trainee went to his bag and got out a cane. It was more like a school cane, nothing like the severe canes Eric and the blond guard used on me, but it would still sting. At first I thought it was for me, but then I realised that it was for Eric! Yes, they were going to cane Eric!
‘Oh no’, Eric sat up abruptly. ‘No, not in front of the cunt’. ‘Yes, Eric, right in front of the cunt’, said the blond guard who then crawled across the bed to the end where I was sitting and sat down with his legs dangling over the edge, barely two feet from where I was tied to my chair. Eric clearly knew what had to happen next. ‘OK’ he whispered. He laid himself meekly face-down across the blond guard’s lap with his erection squeezed between the guard’s muscular naked thighs. ‘How many?’ asked the black trainee, who had now taken over Eric’s cigarette. ‘Till he cums’, said the blond guard. They started. Eric’s cock moved frantically up and down between the blond guard’s thighs as his buttocks bounced and danced under the sting of the black trainee’s cane. It took a bit over a minute, and eight hard whistling whacks, before Eric came. Then Eric gasped and spurted his cum over the blond guard’s lap.
When all three of them were back on the bed opposite me again, and after the black trainee had finished fondling Eric’s welts – Eric winced a bit but didn’t object – the blond guard asked Eric ‘Why do you like to be caned, Eric? Even with that schoolboy cane, it must fucking hurt’.
Eric paused.
He looked across at me and his expression changed from the expression of the glorious boy I had imprisoned, tortured and raped, to the scowl of a young torturer.
‘The cunt enjoyed caning me and I suppose that’s what it goes back to’, Eric said flatly.
After a few moments, Eric recovered: ‘Let’s plan the next stage of the cunt’s life’, he said cheerfully, holding the end of the black trainees dick in his hands and then licking some of his tasty drying cum from his fingers.
‘Let’s deal with the cunt’s balls first’, said the blond guard, ‘because they’re the easiest’.
Each of the boys was to give an idea for my ball-punishments. The blond guard went first. ‘I don’t think we should pierce the cunt’s balls at this stage with needles or nails or anything like that. Not that it doesn’t deserve it, and we’ll definitely do it later, but we’ve got to keep it in extreme pain for years. We need to assault its balls as painfully as possible again and again’, ‘and again’ added the black trainee and all three laughed – and looked at my balls.
So what I propose, said the blond guard, is giving the cunt special ball-punishment hard-labour days. We’re already torturing its hands on hard-labour days, which is working well – he drops a lot and gets punished. On some days, we can torture its balls instead’ – ‘or as well’ said Eric. ‘Or as well’ agreed the blond guard and continued. ‘My suggestion is to compress each of the cunt’s balls with tactical rubber bands – we can do that in the punishment room – and to attach them with bungee ropes to ankle cuffs before it starts work. The bungee ropes should be too short for it to stand up straight without it feeling it’s crushing its own nasty testicles! The idea is that every step of its hard labour will be make the cunt’s balls hurt like nothing it’ll have felt before.’ The blond guard then turned to the black trainee who supervised my hard labour: ‘You can keep ordering the cunt to move at the double, stand up straight, and so on – it‘ll feel to the cunt like it’s ripping off its own balls when it tries to comply, and you won’t have any trouble reaching its balls with the cattle prod when it doesn’t comply well enough.’ All three naked guards laughed and agreed with the blond guard’s idea.
Eric’s idea was to put me in a cock-and-ball pillory. ‘I can easily get one for the punishment room. And it needn’t just be for the punishment room – I could pillory the cunt in the inmates’ recreation area’ ‘and the cunt could become one of the inmates’ recreations’ laughed the blond guard – they all giggled at the thought of what might happen to me there. ‘Basically, shitface here will be cuffed, put on a really uncomfortable seat or stool which’ll become agony after about 5 minutes, and then we’ll leave him there left for 12 hours. The cunt’s balls will be exposed, sticking through the pillory in front of it. I’ll put both balls together in a crusher which I’ll tighten every hour on the hour – we can put a clock in front of the cunt so it knows when the tightening’s going to happen. By the end of the day, it’ll be in spasms from the endless ball-pain. But it’ll recover. It might take the cunt a few days before it can even touch its balls, but then we’ll be able to repeat the punishment – again and again. I’ll use a plain metal ball-crusher at first, but later I’ll introduce it to jagged edges and chilli-oiled spikes like the ones it’s got in its dick right now – good idea, eh, shitface?’ Now Eric was looking across at me ‘that chilli oil must be burning your dick flesh as it seeps through it – do you think it’s a good punishment which you deserved and I should repeat often when I torture your balls as well as your dick?’ I knew what I had to do. I nodded as vigorously as I could and made some incoherent noise which meant ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir’.
The black trainee had enjoyed electrocuting my balls with his cattle-prod during hard labour, but he’d also seen the ‘horse’ in the punishment room and had an idea for ‘improving’ my experience of that instrument of torture. He asked Eric if he could ‘run an electric shocking wire along each side of the horse’s ridge – That would mean’, explained the black trainee, ‘that you’d have a wire you could wind round a ball on either side of the ridge. The cunt really hates that ‘horse’ anyway and we could make it a lot worse for it by adding ball-electrocution which I know it also hates because of its reaction when I use my cattle-prod: it’ll do anything to avoid it but it hardly ever actually does avoid it’. ‘Wow!’ said Eric, smiling at the thought of me cowering in front of the black trainee hoping, and failing, to protect my balls from electrocution, ‘What do you think of that, cunt?’ Before I could even nod, the blond guard said ‘Let’s do it – I’d love to see the cunt being made to torture its own ass-crack as it bounces around when you shock its balls’. ‘Brilliant’ said Eric.
‘What next?’ asked Eric. I noticed he was getting hard again, thinking about all these ways of making my tortures even worse than they already were. ‘We’ve got to decide on rest-day punishments for the cunt and on tortures for so-far unpunished parts of the cunt’s body?’
Eric stroked himself and looked at me. ‘The cunt’s hating this so much. I love it’, smiled Eric.
