My head was throbbing, and I could feel an aching in my shoulders and neck as I opened my eyes, bringing my head up from my chest. I was back in the cellblock, but this time it was my turn to be strapped to the wooden "x". My arms were pulled tightly up and outward, held in place by the leather straps around my wrists. Most of my body weight was suspended by the traction on my shoulders.
I shook my head, trying to clear the remainder of the haze. There was a burning, dull pain in my cock and balls. A residual, no doubt, from the prolonged electro-torture of the cockring. In front of me was the mirrored wall, on the other side of which I knew was the viewing room where Dieter had face fucked me. But all I could see was my reflection, the image of a man spread eagle and naked. Then I realized there was more to my groin pain than first suspected. In the reflection, I saw a thin rope was tied with several turns, nooselike, around my nutsack, forcing my balls down and stretching the skin taut. A metal bucket was suspended from the other end, swaying gently between my splayed thighs. Looking down, I could see it was about a quarter full of loose sand. "Aw, shit," I mumbled to the empty room, "this can't be good."
I didn't have long to wait before the large wooden door screeched open, and Dieter came striding into the room, followed by a half dozen henchmen. I wondered how long he had been standing on the other side of the mirror, watching. Waiting for me to regain consciousness so that he could play his games. He approached me with a menacing grin until his nose was inches from mine.
"So, fuckhead," he snarled, his breath warm in my face, "have a nice nap?" He pinched one of my tits in each hand and twisted. I let out a yelp to the amusement of the men gathered in a semicircle around us. "You know, I'm pretty pissed about that show in Mr. Peck's office." He twisted roughly at my tits again, although this time I was prepared and stifled my reaction.
I looked Dieter eye to eye. "Listen, that wasn't my . . ." My words were cut short by a sharp slap across the face.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" Dieter roared, spittle spraying from his lips. "You don't fuckin' talk, understand? You're cattle, a piece of property, you got it?" His voice lowered, a sadistic gleam replacing the anger in his eyes. "And, for now, at least, you're mine."
I swallowed hard, my cheek and jaw stinging from the backhand blow. I had come to expect almost anything from these sadists and their seemingly endless imagination for torment.
"And, as I said," he began, his hands moving to undo the fly of his black uniform pants, "I'm still pissed. And when I get pissed, my buddies get pissed." He nodded his head to the other men, who I now noticed were also opening their trousers, hauling out their meat.
"So," Dieter shrugged, pulling out his thick, uncut prick, and drawing back the foreskin, "were gonna get un-pissed, so to speak." There were several snorts of laughter from the others.
Suddenly, a golden stream of urine arched from Dieter's cock and into the bucket dangling from my balls. The cord around my nutsack pulled tighter as Dieter's bladder emptied into the bucket, increasing the weight. Gradually the flow slowed, then ceased, and Dieter took his cock and tapped it on the rim of the bucket to remove the last few drops. I grimaced as the bucket jostled and swung between my legs. He grinned maliciously, and pulled the foreskin back over the head of his dick, replacing it in his pants. "Okay," he barked, "who's next?"
One of the men stepped forward, holding his long, skinny prick. "I guess that's me," he said, as his acrid stream began. "My bladder's about to burst." Whether by accident or design, he sprayed my abdomen, the warm piss flowing down my cock and balls and into the bucket below. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as he drained the last from his dick and stepped away, rearranging himself back into his uniform.
"I'm next," said a husky, dark haired man with a full beard. He pulled on his thick, cut meat and let loose a stream that stuck my face. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together in an attempt to avoid the foul smelling liquid. He then aimed it over my chest, soaking the hair and running in streams down my belly and into the bucket, as well as running down my thighs and forming small puddles on the floor.
When he was through, a tall, muscular blonde stepped up and piss gushed from his dick, drenching my head. But, unlike his cohort, he continued aiming for my face as I twisted it from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the assault, eliciting coarse laughter from the group. And, although a significant amount splashed onto the floor, enough was draining into the bucket to cause increasing traction and pain on my ballsack.
The next man was a thickly built, dark-eyed bull of a man. Without saying a word, he stood in front of me, groping at his fly until he hauled out his long, fat prick. Letting it hang directly over the bucket, and with his brown eyes fixed on mine, he reached up to pinch my nipples in each hand. I could hear his piss begin to splash and the weight of the bucket increase as he twisted my tits roughly between his fingers. My worthless attempts to avoid the pain only served to add torment to my nuts as the bucket jostled the rope. Finally, his urine slowed to a trickle and stopped. He released my nips and stepped back, still silent, and zipped up.
The last two moved up together, and I noticed that they must have been twins. Standing on either side of me, they brought out their cocks and began to piss into the already weighty bucket. As they did, they ran their hands over my pecs and ass, one of them shoving a finger up my fuckhole, eliciting a surprised gasp from my throat. This drew fresh laughter from the crowd which encouraged them to pinch and prod other areas of my body as the traction on my poor distended balls became nearly unbearable. Gradually the torrent of piss slowed from first one, then the other, and they joined their buddies while zipping up their uniforms with a smirk.
Dieter, who had been watching from the side, came forward again and raised the handle of the bucket, relieving the heavy tension from my scrotum. "Well," he grinned, "that's a load off, huh? I know I feel better."
"Go to hell, you demented scum." I tried to sound nonchalant as I prepared myself for the inevitable. I didn't have long to wait, and Dieter dropped the handle of the bucket which stopped short as it reached the end of the rope, yanking on my nuts. Foul smelling piss sloshed over the edges of the pail, splashing onto my already drenched legs and soaking into the floor.
Dieter's face was an inch from mine. "You stinking piece of meat," he rasped. "Did you dig getting your rocks off?"
"Yeah," I spat, grimacing from the pain in my groin, "you've got a really talented mouth there. You must get a lot of practice, huh?"
The gathered minions simultaneously let out a sarcastic moan at my feeble audacity. Dieter grinned and grabbed Old Snake in his fist. "I get enough," he whispered as he tapped lightly on my taut and aching balls with the fingers of his other hand. "I'll bet a fucking manly grunt like you has a lot of cum in these nuts, huh? Maybe we should see just how much you got." Slowly, his fist began riding up and down the shaft of my dick, causing it to harden in his grasp. Old Snake always did respond to a good hand job. Damn.
Dieter increased the tempo as my dick stiffened. The rocking motion of his pistoning fist caused the bucket to sway painfully between my legs, but Old Snake just got harder still. I could feel the familiar churning in my aching nuts as the Dieter's hand moved faster. I tensed in the tight bonds at my wrists, arching my back as a moan crawled from my chest. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and a thick spurt of cum arched from my dick to strike one of the surprised henchmen in the chest. The others laughed at their hapless comrade as my manseed shot in weaker and weaker eruptions from my cock.
Dieter dropped my dick and brought his hand up to my mouth. "You got your fuckin' spunk all over my hand, asshole. Lick it clean." So saying, he pressed his palm to my mouth, rubbing it forcefully over my lips and nose. "Meanwhile, I'm sure you got some more juice we could squeeze, doncha?" Wiping the remainder of the muck over my face, Dieter turned to the man with the soiled uniform. "Harper, you seem to be familiar with this fucker's cum. Let's see if you can get him to give up some more.
Wiping at the semen seeping into his uniform tunic, the henchman strode forward with a mixture of ire and vengeance swirling behind his smoky eyes. He stared at me as his callused fist encircled Old Snake. His grip tightened to the point of pain before beginning to stroke the semi turgid shaft. With his other hand, he tapped sharply at my testicles stretched tight at the end of the rope.
Again, Old Snake had a mind of his own and responded to the manipulations by stiffening with blood. The man had a skilled hand and alternated a series of twisting and oscillating motions to best maximize the sensation on my already tenderized meat. Then, switching hands, he continued to work my dick with his right, as his left thumb worked past my asshole and into my guts. He loosed the sphincter muscle at my ass and slipped in his index and middle finger, pressing on my prostate and causing Old Snake to jump. This brought a sneer to the corners of his mouth, his eyes knowing and cold. He fingered my butthole roughly and massaged my fuckpole with expertise. For the fourth time this afternoon, my balls were ready to give up their contents. A split second before I shot, Harper felt the distention in my cock and brought his left hand from my ass to catch the thin, milky cum in his palm.
His firm stroking continued until there was no more to give, my sore flesh raw from the constant friction. Finally, he stopped and I slumped in the bonds, my head lolling and my mouth agape. Taking advantage of the situation, he slapped his jism laden hand to my lips, the tang of my own juice salty on my tongue. He pinched my nose shut, forcing me to swallow the slimy liquid in order to breathe.
As he wiped his hands dry on my chest hair, another man took his place and fisted Old Snake. One by one, they each took a turn until my manhood was raw and red. A normally erotic and highly pleasurable sensation was replaced with agony. By the time the last man came up to bat, my galled cock was exquisitely painful. Moans crept unbidden from my throat as he encircled the abraded shaft and pumped his fist. After what seemed to be hours of torture, my emptied balls had nothing left to give. A scant amount of clear fluid mixed with a tinge of blood was all Old Snake could muster.
My mind tried to escape the realities of the torture, but the sound of Dieter's voice brought me back to the dingy cellblock. The piss-heavy bucket was removed from my ballsack, and I was being released from the straps binding me to the wooden cross. I sagged in the support of two of the men as they laid me on my back on the cool concrete floor. Looking up, I saw that the others were again opening their pants and bringing out their cocks, all of which seemed unnaturally large from my perspective on the ground. Two of the men pinned my shoulders to the ground while two more raised my legs, spreading my feet apart. It was then that I realized my abuse was not yet over. Dieter positioned himself at my head as another man stepped between my splayed thighs, both stroking their throbbing cocks. The sixth man held my head in place, pressing his thumbs into my jaw and forcing my mouth open. As Dieter used my mouth, the other man shoved his ramrod into my ass. I was being split at both ends, gagging as Dieter's hefty dick prodded the back of my throat.
Just before cumming, they pulled out and shot their wads onto my naked torso. Then, rotating positions, each man took his turn utilizing my abused and aching body as the others held me in place. And each time, they would pull out just before climax in order to add their semen to their cohorts', an ultimate form of degradation and humiliation.
When they were through, Dieter grinned down at my sprawled form on the hard concrete, buckling his belt and arranging his shirt. "Maybe you'll think twice where you dump your cum from now on, huh, asswipe?" Then, hefting the piss filled bucket, he upturned it over my cum soaked body, the gritty sand getting in my mouth as I sputtered to keep out the acrid liquid. "Now haul your worthless fucking ass into that cell."
Dazed, I turned over onto all fours as Dieter's foot found its mark between my asscheeks, catching my already tormented ballsack. I yelped in pain to the amusement of the men, and half walked, half crawled to the open cell door. One more kick from Dieter's heavy jack boot and I was propelled awkwardly on my face into the waiting cell.
The six henchmen were already exiting the room through the heavy wooden doorway as Dieter swung my cell door shut with a grating screech and locked it, a sneer spread wide across his neanderthal features. With a snort of contempt, he turned and followed his underlings from the room, leaving me alone, battered and broken.
