The dog-shit stank fiercely, even though it was still in three large plastic sacks and we were outside the sewage tank. I’d left the dog-shit sacks in the sun for a couple of days “to ripen them” as I explained to Eric. Not pleasant – in fact almost indescribably disgusting!
In the small brick building containing the sewage tank itself, where Eric would soon find himself, the stench was so bad you needed protective clothing and a gas-mask (although of course Eric would be naked and have no gas-mask).
Not surprisingly, Eric looked sore and sick when he arrived for dog-shit duty. He had after all in the last few hours had his nipples and balls tortured by two strangers and had been raped so badly that his ass was still bleeding. He had been utterly humiliated and he had just been forced to eat all of Jez’s fresh shit along with his own vomit. Then he had been made to lap up his ‘nutritious’ porridge from a trough where I had taken my morning piss. Now, he was faced with three sacks of dog-shit and the likelihood of being dunked in a sewage tank full of human and animal shit and a layer of stinking liquid pig slurry.
Jez and Jonny dragged Eric to the dog-shit sacks using a lead attached to a spiked ring around the back of his balls. Given the pummelling and squeezing Eric's balls had received earlier, the pain in his balls must have been incredible.
I immediately set about making things worse for Eric. He started to sit on the grass, but I moved things around and made him sit on some rough gravel instead – he wouldn’t enjoy that too much after his ass-beatings. I also got Jonny to attach Eric’s ball-lead to a nearby tree so it was taut, pushing all the little spikes further into the back of Eric’s painful balls. “I will punish any attempt to move with an immediate ass-caning”, I told Eric who for the first time had actually started to cry.
“No one cares how much you hurt, you fucker”, I told him, “I know your balls, ass and tits all hurt like hell, but they’re supposed to – this is punishment, so get used to it.”
Eric was still blubbing as I pushed the first sack of dog-shit towards him. I put a plastic sheet in front of him on the ground and told him to start opening the little bags of dog-shit one by one – “You will use your bare hands to get the shit out of each bag – scrape it all out – you'll never completely get rid of the stench from under your nails. If you leave any shit behind in the little bags, you’ll lick it off later and swallow it. You’ll put each piece of dog-shit on the plastic sheet in front of you, making a nice big pile. When we want you to do anything else with a particular piece of shit, or if we want you to put your face or your dick in the pile, or something extra like that, we’ll tell you."
I was enjoying this lecture and rubbed my crotch in front of Eric's face, and continued: “Any slacking, or any order not obeyed instantly, while you’re working on the dog-shit, earns you a shit-punishment, a punishment in the sewage tank. Probably we’ll beat your balls to a pulp while you’re upside down with your legs spread wide, attached to the hoist over the sewage tank. The slightest disobedience and you’ll be in there, being dunked upside-down in that sewage. And, while you’re being dunked, Jonny will be smacking a heavy birch, like about twenty switches tied together, again and again between your legs. Every time you scream, your head will go back into that pig slurry and sewage-filth.” Eric’s look of fear was a picture as he shuddered with horror at the thought of that torturous upside-down dunking! “That’s what punishment looks like for you today, Eric. Now, get to work on that dog-shit!”
Then I noticed something that both surprised and annoyed me. Eric was also getting hard.
I had almost forgotten about that side of Eric. Although he had become an absolute sadist, he was a sex-sub, and now, despite – or perhaps because of – all the pain and all the humiliation, Eric’s dick was growing as I watched.
Eric’s cock-head, still red and quite swollen from its earlier punishments, had already pushed through his foreskin as he reached into the first sack for the first shit-bag and tipped out its contents on to the plastic sheet. Two big soft and light brown splattering lumps let out an appalling smell and Eric retched - but his dick visibly started to harden as he used his hands to shovel the remaining shit that had stuck to the inside of the bag on top of the two stinking turds. By now, Eric was rock hard. He was getting off on this humiliation.
He opened the second bag. He emptied its harder and more lumpy contents on top of the first shit. I ordered him to eat one of the smaller lumps, “chew it first to get the taste - vomiting will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane immediately and then you'll eat what you vomited". Eric chewed and, when I ordered him to, he swallowed. He retched again and started to look distinctly ill, but he managed somehow to keep that lump of dog-shit down. His dick stayed hard.
Another bag, a huge soft dark brown mound – stinking with venomous-looking green splodges. “Put that on your head and rub that filth into your hair, like it was shampoo”, I ordered. I knew that Eric had always taken immaculate care of his hair, so this would surely be a tipping point – he can’t possibly enjoy smearing dog-shit into his hair, I reasoned. I was wrong. His bigger-than-average dick was now pointing straight upwards and was knocking against his flat stomach.
I was angry. I tightened the spike-chain at the base of his balls. He winced and let out a groan of pain but it made no difference to his dick.
“I’m going to deal with his fucking hard-on”, I said to Jez and Jonny. "I’m going back into the house to find the tightest fucking dick-cage we’ve got. Then I’m coming back with a small but heavy cat o’nine tails and I’ll flog that erection until his fucking dick is covered in blood. Then I’m going to cover it in shit so it gets infected and then I’ll force it into the tiny cage – I don’t care if it has to be folded in two and fucking snaps, it’s going in. In a few hours, puss will ooze out of that infected dick and the pain will be unbelievable. Then I’ll taken it out and beat it some more ... Meanwhile, keeping him working on that dog-shit.”
They didn’t actually reply but Jonny grinned. I assumed he was grinning at the tortures I’d just described which were coming the way of Eric’s dick, so I thought nothing of it.
It took me around five minutes to find the dick-cage I wanted. It was definitely meant for a much smaller dick than Eric’s. It would be very painful for him the whole time he wore it, which I had now decided would be nearly all the time. It would keep that dick crushed. I hadn’t been able to find one with a spike-release like he had used on me in prison, but this one would torture him by being so small, and torture was needed.
I picked up the flogger. The leather was hard enough to tear a man’s ass but the handle and thongs were small and specially designed for genitals. I couldn’t wait to get started on flogging Eric’s erection while the boys held him in place, laughing at him while he screamed and begged. I was going to shred that erect dick until it subsided to a bloody stump that I’d force into its new tiny home!
I smiled to myself and went back outside to supervise Eric’s dog-shit work, although I was confident that, even without my personal supervision, Jonny and Jez would be making sure that Eric wasn’t enjoying it too much!
I walked towards the dog-shit area and saw Eric sitting there, but I noticed that the pile hadn’t really grown. I started to say something – but where were the boys? And where was Eric’s spiked lead?
Someone was running behind me. Jez and Jonny grabbed my arms. Before I could even turn my head, they handcuffed me.
I watched in shock as Eric slowly got up from the ground and started walking towards me. My first thought was “The bastard’s still fucking hard”. Then I started yelling and swearing and struggling. The boys were holding me very firmly, so it came to nothing.
Eric's hands and hair were covered with dog-shit. I could smell him from several yards away. As he got closer, I could see smears of dog-shit on his lips and teeth from when I’d made him eat that lumpy turd. The boys held me fast as I tried desperately to pull myself away.
Eric walked slowly up to me. As he got closer, the stench got worse. Jonny grabbed my head to stop me moving it. Eric rubbed his shitty face on mine. Bits of dog-shit came off his face and lips and on to mine – he even spat a small lump of the filth on to my lips.
Then Eric calmly lowered my sweatpants. Then he pulled down my boxers.
Even though he was barefoot, I don’t think I’ve ever felt two kicks in the balls like the ones Eric released at that moment. The boys stopped me from collapsing. Eric then showed me his hands, which were covered in dog-shit, and calmly wiped them all over my face and tee-shirt. Then he said to the boys, “I’m going up to what used to be the cunt’s bathroom to clean up and get some clothes – get the cunt naked and tied tightly, really tightly so I can see blood from those fucking buckles, over the spanking bench”, and he walked away. As an afterthought, he added, “and gag him – make sure the gag tastes of dog-shit”.
I looked at Jez and Jonny. “Don’t look at us”, said Jez, “Mr Eric went too far with you in prison and we were all for you getting back at him. He told us what you’d be like, because of what you’d done to him before, but we didn’t really believe him. He said he liked being punished because he’s a sub – he's a bit weird that way. He said he wanted to submit to you for a while as long as we were there to make sure things didn’t get out of hand. He even told us that we shouldn’t hold back on him but punish him properly for caning and strapping our friends in that prison – he was fucking cruel!
“He said you were a fucking piece of filth. He told us that you’d be bound to go over the top at some point – he said we’d see for ourselves what you were really like. Now we have seen what you’re really like – you're an absolute fucking bastard asshole and you totally deserved what you got in prison and you totally deserve what you’ve got coming to you now, which'll be even worse”.
Jonny added his opinion “Mr Eric never did the disgusting stuff with people that you were fucking famous for doing. That’s the fucking worst thing anyone can do, what you did to Eric.”
“And to all the others”, added Jez. “You’re basically just a horrible person”. “He’s not a fucking person. He’s a thing, an 'it'”, said Jonny, “The cunt's an ‘it’.”
“We both think”, resumed Jez, “that you deserve, cunt-thing, the worst fucking punishments anyone can think of, and Mr Eric’s fucking good at thinking up punishments. You’re going to hate everything – and me and Jonny are going make all the punishments even worse.”
“Personally, I hope you die”, added Jonny (with no more expression than if he was ordering a pizza).
“It’s justice, cunt-thing”, said Jez and spat in my face.
Then they pushed me towards my own dungeon.
