This story of punishment and humiliation follows on from ‘Eric’s Revenge’ chs 1-16, and ‘Eric’s Revenge: the bungalow’ chs 1-6.
I lured Eric to my dungeon and tortured him. He confided to me that he was gay and I sexploited him in terrible ways, beating him sadistically, making him worship me (including drinking my piss and licking my unwiped asshole), and I fucked his tight ass without lube, turned on by his screams. To make matters worse for him, when he was finally driven to complain, I lied and I was believed. No one believed him and I was let off. Eric was damaged and completely humiliated.
A year later, I was caught doing something similar to another 18 year-old and sent to a specially harsh prison where I was forbidden outside contact. To my horror, on the day I arrived, I discovered that Eric, still only 19, was a guard there. He told the guards and the inmates what I had done and the kind of person I was. They let him run a special regime for me, with the help of several younger inmates. It was endless torture, brutal punishments, mental cruelty and vile humiliation. I have described the three years of Eric’s terrible sadism in the ‘Eric’s Revenge’ series.
When he became the senior guard, Eric finally went too far with me with a vicious dog – I had to drink the dog’s piss and eat its shit, and it was trained to attack me. He also beat other younger inmates severely, and the news got out – screaming and bleeding was normal in that prison when Eric was in charge.
One day, the police raided.
When he realised that his revenge and his whole sadistic regime were all over, before he was led away, Eric quickly whispered that he wanted a deal. I would withhold evidence and he would become my slave. This was something I couldn’t resist. I kept all the evidence against him carefully, but I didn’t use it in court. Several of his accomplices went to prison, but not Eric.
A day after the end of the trial, Eric knew exactly what he had to do to stay out of prison. He knocked on the door of my house, superficially unremarkable but isolated, which I had bought with my compensation money, and I let him in.
Eric stood on the doormat and he stripped naked. He knelt and kissed my feet.
I led Eric to the basement where his life as my slave would begin.
I don’t really know what Eric expected when he came to be my slave. I am sure he expected to be made to do unpleasant chores, and he probably reckoned he'd get beaten, mistreated and fucked. Deep down, he probably felt that that was what he deserved for the three years of continuous cruelty he had imposed on me in prison. And, although he was a sadist, I knew he was also a sexual sub and enjoyed being beaten by his friends and worshipping their feet and asses.
He wasn’t expecting what confronted him when I pushed him down the narrow stairs to my basement.
At the bottom of those stairs, Eric stopped. He was naked and extraordinarily beautiful. His six-foot tall, slim and elegant frame, with strong but not over-muscled arms and legs, his gorgeous well-proportioned slightly rounded buttocks, his bigger-than-average - but not too big - cock and balls, his beautifully smooth skin with only the lightest line of blond hair leading to his perfect pubes and deep in his ass-crack, his handsome face with soft lips, beautiful hair and a welcoming dimpled smile.
Eric wasn’t smiling now.
He just stopped at the entrance to the basement. This was the exact moment when he realised that his ‘deal’ with me was a terrible mistake, and that it was also too late to do anything about it.
Eric’s lovely soft mouth opened and closed in silent terror when he realised what I had devised for him.
Eric’s saw all the restraints and torture equipment you could imagine. The basement was as big as my house and full of everything for causing pain, especially to a naked young man like Eric. From canes to candles, from a whipping bench to a spike-mat, from pliers to whips, from electric wires with sharp pincers to chains with terrifying weights. He also saw some doors leading off the main torture chamber into horrors he could only guess at.
Eric saw my two assistants, two boys from the prison. There was Jez, dark-haired, fresh-faced, with an almost permanent blush of colour in his cheeks, quite short but pretty strong, now 19, and there was Jonny, also now 19, tall and thin, pimply and greasy-haired, and, as Eric well knew, horribly sadistic. The boys had black tee-shirts with ‘punishment’ written across the front, black shorts and black trainers. These were the same sadistic inmates who, under Eric's instructions, had enjoyed making me mix dog-shit into my gruel and who had whipped me enthusiastically when I had to crawl naked over broken glass. They had watched and laughed when Eric had burned and tortured my dick and asshole and penetrated both of them with barbed wire. They had applauded when Eric caned me time and time again until my ass was scarred permanently and bled freely. Jonny particularly loved it when I had had to eat his shit. Now Jonny and Jez had another victim.
I had of course made a deal with the two boys and paid them well. Now they stood with their hands crossed, smiling in anticipation.
It took Eric a little longer to notice the big screen on the wall facing him. The screen displayed the whoring-out webpage for Eric. Soon, there wouldn’t be just text but photos of his naked body: nothing about him would be hidden from punters. His face and name were there, already well known from the coverage of his trial, and there were places for close-up pictures of his dick, his asshole, and his whole body. But this was not just for ordinary public sites, where people might want to pay to fuck him and maybe spank or cane his ass. This was for a special corner of the dark web ...
Punters were invited to choose their punishments and tortures, sex-acts and humiliations from a long list. Everything had a price -’fuck mouth’, ‘fuck ass’, ‘cum on face’, and so on. Then each body-part had a punishment-price and a higher torture-price - ‘cock-outside’, ‘cock-inside’, ‘one ball’, ‘both balls’, ‘one nipple’, both nipples’, ‘ears’, ‘feet’, ‘ass’ and so on. The prices also varied according to more ordinary punishment methods such as ‘cane’, ‘paddle’, ‘scrubbing brush’, ‘pinwheel’ or torture methods like ‘pincers’, ‘barbed wire’, ‘electric shocks’, ‘weights’, ‘forced exercising’, ‘rack’, and according to severity, like ‘bruising’, ‘welting’, ‘squeezing’, ‘crushing’, ‘blood’. People who wanted to spank Eric could choose from many implements and the number of strokes from 100 in an hour up to 1,000 over a few days.
Then there was the eye-catcher section of ‘Specials’. These included an introductory visit to the basement, when the customer could use Eric for sex and also beat him, and ‘get to know the slave’. At these introductions, there would be a discussion, of course in front of Eric who would be gagged, about which special tortures his customers would like to come back and use on him. The ‘specials’ included piercing, burning, cutting and slicing, internal torture (via a choice of holes), and the most painful possible removal of a finger or toe (extra payment if Eric was to be made to eat it afterwards). The price varied according to the amount of time required – the burning of the anus or a testicle, for example, using methods like chilli, acid, cigars and candles, for two hours, was cheaper than the amputation of a finger or a toe which could be stretched out to last for a week and be combined with lots of other activities, all very painful for Eric!
All punishments and tortures could be combined with raping Eric in any way. Suggestions included oral, anal, upside down (with or without head in piss-bucket), and as many variations as anyone could imagine.
Customers could add humiliations ranging from making him drink his customer’s piss and eat his own or his customer's shit or cum (or the boys’ shit or cum if preferred) to repeatedly dipping Eric’s head with his mouth forced open into human vomit, the boys’ diarrhoea, piles of dog-shit or rotting pig-slurry in my special sewage tank.
Eric shook and his knees started to knock. He couldn’t move.
The boys walked up to Eric, grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them behind his back. They pushed, shoved and finally kicked him into a ridiculously small cage in a corner of the room set over a drain. He sat on the bars at the bottom of the cage, which must have been incredibly uncomfortable, with his head pushed forward over his pulled-up knees. He was naked, handcuffed and a picture of misery. He whimpered slightly when he hit his head on the roof of the cage, when the iron bars crunched into his buttocks, ass-crack, knees and elbows, as they were designed to do. He cried out as he started inevitably to get agonising cramps which he was helpless to relieve. I got the boys to beat any part of his body he managed to get through the bars , mainly his toes and fingers - they did it with relish - judging by the scream, I think Jonny broke one of Eric's knuckles with a wooden paddle.
There were two large buckets next to the cage. Eric could only watch while the two boys took a bucket each and went to a tap in a corner, where they filled them with cold water. Without saying anything, but smirking, they emptied both buckets over the naked Eric, jammed into his cage, his new home, and totally unable to move. Jez and Jonny spat on Eric and then laughed and walked up out of the basement.
I stayed behind for a minute. ‘Fucking slave’, I said, ‘did you think you were going to get it easy?’ I walked across the room and pissed on Eric, aiming for his eyes. ‘The boys are going to pour water over you every hour this evening and tomorrow morning – yes you’re staying in there all night – and you’re going to be my fucking piss-pot'. Then I turned the temperature down, switched off the lights, and joined the boys.
While we ate, we could hear Eric crying and then yelling, pleading and begging. We raised our glasses.
When we’d had a good meal and quite a few drinks, we went back to the basement. Eric of course had had nothing to eat or drink, and we had no plans to feed him till the next day anyway. He had largely dried off but was shivering, so the boys poured two more buckets of cold water over him - ‘Keep him cold and wet’, I said to the boys. I thought about my plans for him for the next day, and added ‘Piss on him and cum on him if you feel like it, but leave off shitting on him till tomorrow’.
