ERIC'S REVENGE
Eric was the boy I abused when I was supposed to be looking after him. He was 12 and I was a popular 18 year-old. Nobody believed Eric at the time.
Now I'm 25 and I was caught with another boy and sent to this high-security for prison for sexual offenders and other serious criminals for 5 years. I am not allowed outside contact at present.
At my strip-search when I arrived, my knees gave way when I saw Eric, now 19, in prison-officer uniform, smirking as I stripped -- `I know him -- give this piece of shit a cold shower -- he and I are ging to get acquainted again'.
Life went downhill from there.
Eric had become a perfect sadist and was bent on revenge.
Objectively, at 19, he still looked beautiful, stunning in his uniform, 6 feet tall, dark brown straight hair, strong but without bulging muscles, slim and handsome with a dimpled smile. He always seemed to be accompanied by another guard who was maybe a year or two older, a little shorter and with curly blond hair, strongly built and, for me at least, a permanent sneer.
It was my first night and they still hadn't given me any prison clothes. I was naked in my cold cell with a bed with a thin damp mattress, an even thinner blanket, a dirty bucket, and a bare lightbulb protected by some wire. There was mo outside window.
They came into my cell with a typical prison supper, a bowl of dry stew. Neither Eric nor his mate spoke. But Eric undid his fly and got his cock out, smiled his beautiful smile, and pissed directly on to the stew -- We have to make sure that you eat -- new inmates sometimes refuse their food, so we're staying with you till you've eaten all your stew -- we chose you some gristle and the nastiest looking pieces, which we'll do every day from now on -- my piss might improve it a bit -- Enjoy!' Eric laughed and spat in my face. Then his companion raised his voice and said Everyone here knows what you did to Eric -- this is just the start -- you're going to regret what you did every hour of every day here for the next five years.' Then he noticed I hadn't started eating. `Right now you have a choice -- you eat that stew, all of it, from the bowl, or it goes on the floor. If it goes on the floor, I'll go outside to the stables and step in horse-shit and, when I come back in, I'll step in the stew and you'll lick it off the soles of my shoes while Eric goes round the back of you and kicks you in the balls. Your choice, shitface.'
OK' I said quietly. Do you not know how to address a prison officer, shitface?' Try again. Yes, sirs!' Please may I have a spoon and fork, Sirs'. Eric replied this time: No, shitface -- you disrespected us and now you get punished -- your punishment is to eat your stew with your hands cuffed behind your back.' With that, Eric dragged me off the bed, smacked my flaccid dick making me cry out, and handcuffed me. Then he put the tray on the floor and waited. I sank on to my knees, naked, and licked up that pissed-on stew, while the 2 boys watched and laughed. I didn't dare to leave a smear on the bowl. I ate every scrap of that disgusting supper, my first prison supper of many. When Eric told me to, I even licked my soiled lips. I had to say a polite thank you sirs' and they said they'd come back later, if they remembered, to release my handcuffs which had been put on deliberately too tightly and were now biting into my wrists.
It was the beginning of a nightmare of pain and humiliation.
I had to wait until the next morning for Eric to release me from my handcuffs. Then with a broad smile he explained my regime.
`You're going to have five years of hell. You took advantage of me and now it's going to be a hundred times worse for you.
`You're going to be on a permanent no-privileges regime. That means only cold water for washing and showers. Hard but completely pointless work moving a pile of earth and rubble in all weathers for eight hours every day, seven days a week, from one side of a yard to the other -- brutal punishments if you slacken
`You'll be kept in solitary "for your own sake", which means that my friend and I get to select your food, and believe me we'll pick the nastiest -- usually a meal which has been allowed congeal from the day before, always including disgusting scraps from others' plates, edible waste like fish heads and gristle. You'll usually get a special supplement from us like piss, spit, boogies and snot, cuttings of pubic hair or nail clippings. If you've been a bad shitface, we've got much nastier additions which you'll learn about.
`Each day, you'll make a visit with us to the punishment room. There, for everything you did to me, there's something worse for you. Severe canings as revenge for you spanking me. Agonising dick torture for making me wank in front of you. Massive ball weights and cruel ball crushing for the kicks you used to give me. Painful nipple clamps for playing with my 'tits'. Of course, other parts of your body will also suffer when we feel like it -- expect thumbscrews on your fingers and toes, clamps on your nose, ears and tongue, hot chillies up your asshole, beatings on your chest, thighs and calves. We're going to have a lot of fun with you.
`Then there will be the ways we degrade and humiliate you. The rest of the inmates will get used to you going around naked but I doubt if you'll ever get used to their lewd remarks, dick-grabbing, ball-twisting and other groping. And, for any who want you, your holes are available and we get the tips -- yes, you'll be whored out. We'll explain that you won't shower properly so you'll be hosed down when you're tied up in the yard at exercise time -- we'll let other inmates do it and we'll tell them to use full power and aim for your balls, so you can look forward to that. Oh and, when we're not torturing it, we'll keep your nasty dick in tight chastity with spikes so, if you do ever manage to get an erection (which is unlikely given the way we'll punish your dick and balls), your nasty little dick will be skewered by the spikes.
`And the best thing is you're going to be our toilet. We've installed a toilet box in the punishment room. When one -- or both -- of us needs a shit, we lock your head in that box -- then we shit and you eat. Believe me, you'll learn quickly to eat everything we give you and thank us profusely, or you'll regret it. If we have to fix a gag which keeps your mouth open, and you don't eat our shit voluntarily, we'll make you stand for six hours with a crushed chilli up your asshole and at least 6kg hanging from your balls. Then you'll be put back in the box where you'll eat not just our shit but dog-shit and anything else we choose to feed you.'
I was escorted out of my cell, still naked, down to the basement and into a large room with a bondage table, a winch and a spanking bench. I saw the toilet box in the corner, and several shelves and hooks with material for bondage, and devices for all manner of punishments and tortures. On the table was an evil-looking chastity device. Eric picked up a cane and pointed to the spanking bench.
My prison hell and Eric's revenge had started.