ERIC'S REVENGE
Chapter three
Eric's words `Right now, my friend needs a shit' hit home in a horrible way. I wasn't just being cruelly punished. They were going to degrade me totally. They would make me into something filthy and as low as they could possibly make me go. I was going to be forced to eat stinking turds as they slid out of the asshole of this now-giggling, smirking, young blond prison guard. He was going to take a shit and I was going to eat his solid waste, and he knew it, and there was no way out.
They pushed me down on to the concrete floor, and ordered me to worm my way across the punishment room to the toilet box. They whipped me as I went and then ordered me to turn over so I was lying on my back. I knew it was a risk but I looked up with pleading eyes and spoke softly Eric, please don't do this. I don't deserve this'. Eric laughed. He turned to the blond guard who by now was starting to undo his uniform trousers. Did I hear a cunt speak?', said the guard. Eric looked me straight in the eyes: Listen, shitface, no one cares what you want so you'll stop talking except to beg us for punishments and then to thank us for them. Your pathetic little pleading has earned you an extra hour's hard labour today with special conditions which you won't like at all. If you say anything else, we'll put you back on the bondage table right now and repeat the punishment with the wire, twice -- you've got plenty more flesh inside your dick which we can rip out -- or are you going to say sorry' now and beg hard -- really beg -- to taste and chew and, only when I tell you, eventually to swallow my friend's shit.
I saw I had no choice. `I'm sorry for pleading, Sirs. Please tie me into the toilet box and let me eat guard-shit. It's an honour to eat your shit, Sirs. Please let me savour it. Please make sure I eat it all.' As I said this, I actually cried. I blubbed. Eric looked delighted. He and the blond guard, who was now trouserless, actually high-fived. They pushed me back, brought down the neck-harness so my head was trapped, and locked it into place directly under the toilet-seat. Then they fixed my hands to the straps on each side of the box. I watched in horror, in a kind of disbelief, as the blond guard's naked ass lowered itself on to the toilet-seat inches from my face. It didn't go dark as I had expected because the sides of the box were transparent -- I discovered that this was an adaptation made specially for me by Eric who could now watch everything from the outside. Then it started.
First, there was a little explosion of smelly wetness into my face and then, almost immediately, the first turd fell across my mouth. I almost couldn't believe that another man was deliberately shitting on my face. I suppose I went into some kind of shock. My dick and ass still hurt like a furnace in hell, but for a moment I even forgot them. My whole world became the blond guard's turd. I opened my eyes and saw his crack, his hole which was now mostly brown from the turd he'd passed on to my face, and his blond ass-hairs. Then I saw, horrifyingly, that his hole was expanding to three times its former size. It gradually filled with what turned out to be a huge stinking knotty lump of shit. A turd is too small a word to describe it.
If I wasn't to be tortured more, I realised I had to do something quickly with the smaller turd that was blocking my mouth. I bit into it. I tasted the blond guard's shit. For the first time in my life -- and with the horror of knowing that it wouldn't be the last time, another man's shit all at once soiled my tongue, my teeth, my lips, my taste-buds. It was like a mass of rotted garbage entering my mouth. I remembered Eric's instruction not to swallow when the big vile mass fell on to my face. I gaped and a warm and disgusting chunk fell straight into my mouth. Some of the mass slid down the sides of my face and another piece settled on my left eye, my nose and my nostrils, which of course made the terrible stench even more overwhelming. Now I was discovering that not only does shit taste even worse than it smells, but it has a vile texture like a thick paste with -- presumably semi-digested -- stringy strands, bits of grit and hard chewy lumps. It was worse than everything that had gone before. The blond guard finally let rip a loud fart and a heavy splodge of disgusting runnier shit hit my nose, forcing its way up my nostrils.
As the blond guard got up off the toilet-box seat, Eric peered in at me in my special head-prison. His broad grin told me that the pleasure of giving me this punishment for him well outweighed the nastiness of the stench. `Swallow what's already in your mouth, you cunt'. For the first time in my life, I tried to swallow another man's shit. I just couldn't do it.
Eric stood over me and calmly pissed into my head-prison. He pissed on my eyes which made them sting horribly but it cleared the shit off them so I could see what he was holding: a small electro-blade, like a mini cattle prod. As he shocked the tip of my penis through the cage, he said disobedient cunt'. That was how I swallowed shit for the first time. I retched but I knew by now that, if I vomited, they would torture me more. I felt the sensation of a load of shit sliding down my throat, coating it with brown waste-slime, and then felt the blond guard's shit go deep inside me, polluting me for ever. That's a start', Eric said.
The blond guard released one of my hands so I could reach my face to push the rest of the shit into my mouth. Eric made me chew it, squeeze it through my teeth, and use my tongue to make sure that there was no part of my mouth which wasn't experiencing the blond guard's shit. Three mouthfuls and three swallowings. The worst was the loose liquidy shit left at the end -- it was full of disgusting little lumps which released an overwhelming garbage-gas taste when I bit into them. Eric quickly caught on and made me chew them long and hard.
Eventually, when there was no more shit and no further humiliation was possible, Eric and the blond guard yanked me out of the toilet box and made me stand over a drain in a corner of the punishment room while I was washed down with a high-pressure hose of ice-cold water. At one point during that ordeal, I slipped over, which earned me 2 extra strokes of the cane on my sore and welted buttocks at the end.
Eric explained what was coming next. He talked quietly and smiled as he talked, even giggling slightly at what for me would be the worst bits. `You've been to the punishment room now and we'll bring you here almost every day, sometimes twice a day, from now on. Just like today, you'll be in pain, sometimes extreme pain, when you report for work. No allowances will be made for the pain. You will spend the whole day, every day, in all weathers, moving a pile of bricks and rubble from one side of an open yard to another. This work is for hard-labour inmates who are receiving extra punishment, but they're better off than you because they're allowed vests, shorts, gloves and shoes. You might be allowed gloves for moving the sharpest rubble but probably not. I've also decided not to allow you shoes -- I want your feet to be cut up and painful. So you will be naked. Everyone will see you've been caned and everyone will see your cage and everyone will see your body and know that it's being whored out later. Today, you'll work incredibly hard under the strict supervision of one of our cruellest guards for four hours. Then we'll bring you your lunch which you definitely won't enjoy. Then you'll do another four hours. You'll do the extra hour, which I awarded you for pleading, with two bricks hanging from your balls. When you're exhausted later and back in your cell, I might arrange for you to do some entertaining -- expect a sore stretched asshole -- expect to be a good bitch-boy!'
The yard was huge. It had high bare walls and was open to the sky -- and to rain and cold. I quickly saw that about half a dozen inmates were carrying the bricks and rubble I'd been told about piled on one side of the yard over to the opposite side about fifty metres away. There were white lines near each side and it was obvious that what was picked up from behind the line on one side had to be carried the full distance to the other side of the white line on the far side to be deposited. There was also a red line going right across the width of the yard. This separated the special punishment area where I was to work. When I entered the yard through a side-door which led from the punishment room, inmates and guards stared and then applauded. They were applauding Eric and the blond guard. They had all heard about my crimes and wanted to see me totally punished. I quickly saw that my pile of rubble didn't only contain bricks and builders' rubble like the others', but also included heavy paving stones, broken bits of barbed wire, jagged lumps of concrete and metal, and even broken glass.
A new guard grabbed my penis cage and attached a small bell on to the end of it. I yelped in pain as he handled my well-tortured penis. So I know where you are, you heap of filth', said the new guard ... Enjoy yourself', said Eric.