The first customers turned out to be more violent than I expected!
Jez and Jonny had yanked Eric out of his cage – it was the fifth day of his punishment and he had been locked in his cage, which was too small for him to move a muscle, and soaked with freezing water every hour for four hours each day as Jonny had suggested. They still had to pull him out by his balls at the end of each session so they were extremely sore. The rough rope and brutal tugging made Eric's balls ache in horrible spasms all the time. I also made sure his hands were almost always cuffed, mainly so he couldn’t use them to try soothe his ball-pain. Also, I could see that the cramps from being crushed into the cage never completely wore off.
Now at the first customers’ request, Jez and Jonny tied Eric standing up naked in a metal frame in the middle of the dungeon, which meant that every part of his body was equally accessible for anyone who wanted to touch him, beat him or torture him, front, back or sides. I realised that Eric, totally exposed, was still truly beautiful, all stretched out, his limbs pulled into the four corners of the frame. I walked round him. A few painful looking bruises on his ass and calves, which I fingered and squeezed, reminded me of his punishment beating a few days earlier, and his balls were red and somewhat swollen from being used to yank his body out of his cage with that rope, but the rest of Eric was almost pristine and ready for his first whoring.
Two men, his first two customers, a good-looking blond guy in his early thirties and a dark-haired and thin guy of about the same age who stank from his armpits and feet – he apologised for the smell and said that one of the slave’s first jobs would be to lick his armpits and feet clean. The other said he would soon be ready for a long piss, and had eaten asparagus to make it super-unpleasant and that drinking it would be the slave’s first task after 'inspection'.
That inspection was not for the faint-hearted. Both men walked up to Eric and told him to open his mouth so they could spit into it. When he coughed, the thin man slapped his face hard - “learn respect, slave” and he spat and then copiously blew his nose into Eric's mouth.
Then they started on Eric’s nipples. They grabbed one each. They wrenched Eric's pert nipples. They kneaded them. Then the blond man bit the left nipple that he was ‘inspecting’ while the thin man dug in his nails hard into his right nipple. Eric’s screaming and pleas that they were killing him didn't bother them at all. At the end of five minutes, both nipples were bright red and puffy – Eric's whole chest was obviously sore by now, and his left nipple, the bitten one, was bleeding quite badly. But even that wasn’t enough for the two guys’ ‘inspection’. “Milking now”, said the thin guy cheerfully and the other nodded – they grabbed their nipples again and pulled them up and down as far as they would go – they alternated so when the left nipple and that part of Eric’s chest was pulled right up, the right nipple and that part of Eric’s chest was pulled right down. Eric was obviously in severe pain as not just his nipples but his chest muscles must have felt like they were being ripped apart. He yelled and cried, but no one cared of course. The milking went on at full force for several minutes.
Then they ‘inspected’ Eric’s balls. They each grabbed one and the thin guy started to repeatedly punch his ball with no holding back – his knuckles slammed into Eric’s sensitive left ball with devastating effect – Eric could no longer even scream. The other guy was, if anything, crueller: he again dug with his fingers and fingernails into Eric’s right ball – Eric must have felt that that ball was being destroyed as an overwhelming ache coursed from his groin right through his body. He shook his head wildly, he grimaced and shook. He begged – and at this point I intervened:
“Listen, slave-filth, if this complaining carries on, you’re going to be caned by us in front of these guys for begging instead of thanking them properly for their inspection.” Then I turned to the men - “Can you make his asshole and dick inspections extra-painful - it'll help to teach him respect?”
The inspection of Eric’s asshole involved the thin guy going behind Eric and ‘inspecting’ his asshole with a sharp-edged piece of splintery wood a good three inches across. As this was jammed up Eric’s tight hole, it was twisted and then pulled out, and shoved back in at a different angle, and as the man repeated this slowly but very firmly ten times, Eric’s face contorted as he shrieked and gurgled in utter agony. After he’d been made to lick the stick clean, the blond man repeated the whole exercise with, if anything, even more violence. When they'd finished, asshole juices, some soft pieces of shit, and blood, were trickling down Eric’s legs
In their dick 'inspection', the men took it in turns to grab Eric’s glans, crushing it with their fists. They used it to stretch Eric's dick as far as it would go out in front of him and still stay attached to him! While one man stretched, the other smacked the shaft hard with the sharp stick that had just been up Eric's asshole. Then they squeezed the whole of Eric’s dick and brutally twisted it clockwise until the underside faced upwards and then anti-clockwise to the same point. The stretching, smacking, squeezing and twisting were repeated dozens of times – Eric must have felt that his dick was simply being pulled out of his body in some particularly cruel way. The pain was clearly brutal.
Now it was time for Eric to clean up the thin man’s stinking armpits. He must have had something wrong with him to have smelt so vile. “Here you go”, said the man, as Eric groaned. “Never mind the pain – you deserved that and more – concentrate on cleaning me up.” I don’t know how Eric managed it – I suppose it was the threat of more punishment – but he licked those vile armpits like they were the most delicious things in the world.
To think, these were the lightweight customers!
Eric's whoring customers then asked the boys to release Eric’s arms but leave his legs spread. “Push him forward so he's kneeling to drink my mate’s piss straight from his dick.” The piss must have been vile. Eric had definitely drunk piss before – I had heard him do it when in my cell at the prison bungalow – but this time he threw up on the floor in front of him as soon as the guy had finished shaking his last drips into Eric’s mouth. The new stench of Eric's breath and the smell of the vomit made me and Jez turn away. Jonny looked on but just said "Ugh - fuck - uuggh"!
Jonny, being Jonny, regained his composure quickly and piped, “We normally give him 20 strokes of the cane for that kind of thing - not respecting our piss. Would you like us to do it now? Then he’ll have to lick up the sick of course”.
“He can clean my feet first. Then we’ll fuck him with his face in the sick. Then we’ll see how we’ll punish the filthy little bitch-slave.”
“That sounds good – beg for that, slave” Jez told Eric.
“Thank you, Masters, for your punishments so far. I have deserved all of them. Please show me no mercy, Masters, when dry-fucking me after torturing my asshole with the sharpened stick, and please also punish me severely for vomiting up the special-tasting piss, Masters”.
The boys now pushed Eric backwards, so he was lying on his back attached to the frame only by his ankles. The the thin man brought up a chair and shoved his feet into Eric's face to get them cleaned – frankly, those feet grossed me out even though I'd now moved to the far end of the dungeon. Eric slurped those feet – he swallowed bits of dead skin from between the guy’s toes almost with a look of pleasure – he ate those filthy feet, sucked them and licked them until they really seemed clean. When the man stood up so he could put his full weight on Eric's face, I thought I saw Eric’s tortured dick twitch with 'pleasure'. But when the man smashed his feet into Eric’s nose, squashing it and making it bleed slightly, and pushed his toes into Eric’s mouth, I think that put a stop to any dick-stirring, but it did briefly remind me about Eric being a sub.
Any hint of twitching pleasure from Eric’s dick definitely ended when the boys pushed him forward. They pushed his head right into his own piss-vomit piled on the floor - “eat it while they fuck you – anything left on the floor means extra punishments”, said Jez. The boys then pulled a low tight chain attached to the walls on either side of the dungeon and wrapped it around Eric's neck. It pushed his face right down in the vomit and kept it there. He had just enough wriggle-room to breathe and eat the sick, although the chain bit horribly into his neck when he had to reach left or right for more vomit.
Eric licked up his sick while being brutally dry-fucked by his two visiting masters. He tried to keep licking for fear of the tortures he’d get from us if he didn’t, but he also screamed and begged - I suppose he couldn't help it. His asshole, already terribly sore and cut-up by the stick-dildo, was massacred by two decent-sized cocks in turn and then both together. The two dicks together was the worst torture – his punished asshole was being stretched to twice its normal size. They were ruining his asshole. It took the masters the best part of 20 minutes to cum that second time; it must have seemed like 20 hours to Eric. The inside of Eric’s ass was an open wounded mess when the guys finished.
They were finished with his asshole but not yet finished with his mouth. Jez released Eric’s neck-chain and wiped some of the sick from his face - “you’ll eat that later” said Jez. Eric then had to lick clean the two cocks in front of him. The men had asked me not to give Eric an enema (which was disappointing because I wanted to give him a very painful one). So Eric had to suck and eat the two men’s sperm mixed with pieces of his own shit and streaks of his own blood before he collapsed back into the remains of his own foul-smelling vomit.
The customers were satisfied by now. “That was OK. Are you going to punish the slave for not finishing up that vomit?” Eric looked desperate. “Oh, he’ll lick the rest up and then we’ll give him 20 strokes of the cane while his head’s being dunked in our sewage tank”.
“Fair enough”, said the blond man, and we all laughed together. Then the men left.
When the front door shut, Jonny turned to Eric who was still kneeling over the pile of vomit – a smaller pile than before but still plenty left to eat: “There’s also the matter of the begging to deal with, isn’t there, Eric?” Jonny kicked him and said “Answer, filth, you know what happens if you don’t.” “Yes, Sirs”, said Eric in a quiet voice “Please punish me for begging my customers to go easier on me – I know I was supposed to ask for more, but I just couldn’t ....” “Shut the fuck up”, I said as I slapped Eric across the face really hard on each side, making a bright red hand-shaped stain on each cheek.
“We’ll introduce you to the sewage tank during your next punishment”, I said. “It’s six feet across and filled four feet deep with raw sewage. As well as our piss and shit, there are animal faeces, horse-shit and cow-shit. We’ve also added a lot of stinking pig slurry we got from a local farm – it's so utterly disgusting that we wear gas masks and protective clothes when we go in there. You'll go in naked. Slaves don’t get any protection. The good thing is that the actual shit sinks to the bottom so you'll have to go through the slurry to get to the shit. You can imagine the punishment options, Eric!
“We’ve also taken three full sacks out of dog-shit bins. Your first job will be to open all the little bags of dog-shit in those big sacks and take out the shit from each bag, with your bare hands, put them into a nice pile where we can shove your face when we decide you deserve it. We’ll also make you eat some of the dog-turds, the nastiest looking ones, straight away, and, when we tell you to, you'll smear dog-turds into your hair, put some up your nose, shove some into your ears and rub some all over your face. You’ll shove dog-filth up your ruined asshole – that won’t feel nice – and Jonny has got some nasty-looking needles for forcing dog-shit into your dick through your pisshole, which I can’t wait to see!"
Jonny and Jez grabbed a dog-lead with spikes on the inside of its loop and tightened it around the back of Eric’s his balls, until he screamed, and then continued to tighten it. Eric yelled incoherently in pain, of course, as those spikes dug in to his ball-sack just near his sensitive perineum. It would enable them to drag Eric anywhere without, from their point of view, any fuss!
Before being dragged, and despite having spikes digging into the back of his balls, we first made Eric lick up the rest of his vomit. Because he was taking so much time, I decided to add to that punishment by asking Jez to crap in it. He did - more than I expected - and it truly stank. “Eat it all up, Eric. Every bit of sick and shit. You’ll getting no recovery time when you're finished and there’s worse to come!”.
They had to use a whip and a good deal of kicking – ass, shins, dick and balls, and plenty of yanks on the spike-lead – to get Eric to lick the floor properly clean. When there was no vomit or shit left, the boys dragged him through one of the side-doors and into a big backyard and garden. As they pulled him, Eric could see up a slight hill leading up from from his basement to a small brick building which he realised contained the tank designed for torturing and humiliating him with sewage and slurry, and he could probably also see the three big packs of dog-shit next to it waiting for him to open.
I picked up a few canes and a nasty-looking paddle and hurried to catch them up. “We’ll punish you in ways you wouldn’t believe ...” I told Eric as I let rip with one of the canes on his ass while the boys dragged him along by his balls ...
