ERIC'S REVENGE
Chapter four
I was the only inmate in the special section of the punishment yard. Two guards looked after the other prisoners and one, Eric's friend from school, was to be in charge of me. It turned out that he was actually younger than Eric, a tall strong black boy. 18 years old and a trainee. He clearly knew all about me though, and it soon became clear that he had certainly been fully trained by Eric. Days under this trainee's supervision would be long and cruel.
On your knees, back straight'. I already knew better than to hesitate and sank to my knees at once. My new personal trainee guard waved in front of my face a heavy wooden paddle with a dozen holes drilled into it. Any slacking and this paddle smashes hard into your caned ass. I'll make you scream so loud when I paddle you that everyone in the prison will know you're getting what you deserve for what you did to Eric. You'll carry everything in that pile on your left across the line at the other end of the yard where you'll stack it neatly -- it'll be 50 metres of torture repeated again and again -- tomorrow you'll bring it all back and the next day will be the same as today, and so on and on and on. Eric says you're not allowed gloves so you'll work with bare hands, which will hurt a lot -- I'll check your hands after a bit and, if they don't look sore enough, I'll hit them hard and repeatedly, palms and knuckles, with my studded leather belt! You'll carry loads of at least twenty kilos, you'll move at the double, and you won't spill anything. Start now -- and remember, filth, I'm looking for reasons to beat you'.
It was the most exhausting four hours of my life. Constant running, which was made more painful by the stiffening welts from my three dozen from the prison canes in the punishment room. I was in constant fear of the 18-year-old black trainee's evil paddle. The torture increased as my feet were inevitably cut and bruised by the sharp rubble. I managed not to injure my hands too much by being as careful as possible, but inevitably I cut my fingers once or twice and I had painfully grazed knuckles which seemed to satisfy the trainee guard when he inspected them. All this was on top of the continuing pain in my dick from its earlier internal scraping in the punishment room -- I was constantly reminded about my injured dick as the heavy little bell now attached to my cage pulled at it when I moved.
I only got one break for water which I was told to lap up from an oily puddle (the other prisoners had clean water and three breaks). I was refused permission to piss -- the others had an oil-drum they used when they needed to.
I don't know how, but I made it to lunchtime. A whistle sounded and, relieved, I went to join the other prisoners to eat some nasty but apparently nutritious porridge and to piss in the oil-drum.
But I had forgotten about Eric. I had forgotten about Eric's promise to give me a lunch `you definitely won't enjoy'.
Eric appeared with his usual handsome, dimpled, self-satisfied smile. I knelt in front of him, as the black trainee guard instructed, with a straight back (Eric had made me move so I was kneeling on some sharp rubble, as he put it to discipline your knees, shitface'). Eric started lecturing me: My young friend here and I want you to understand the consequences of what you did to me, to that other poor kid, and probably to many others.
Now, some other guards and inmates had moved over to listen to Eric -- his smirking public lecture continued `You made me eat your cum and lick your sweat, and you pissed into my mouth, so that's why I'm turning you into a toilet here -- I loved it when you were locked face-up in that toilet box this morning-- I'll repeat it a lot and with lots of very unpleasant variations.
`you remember you drugged my food? I'm making you eat food here that most pigs wouldn't eat -- you'll get enough nutrition for you to work and enough for us to torture you every day, but every bit of food you get here will be disgusting -- you'll never get used to it. You'll get some water too, but mostly you'll drink other men's piss.
`You used to keep me naked in your house and you spanked me a lot. Now you're naked all the time in front of everyone and you're beaten hard and beaten often. I see you haven't been paddled yet but, don't worry, you will be -- when that heavy piece of wood makes contact with your ass, pieces of your skin will be sucked through those holes and pinched -- I've seen it a few times and it's agony -- and the cane welts we gave you in the punishment room will come roaring back to life -- your ass will be in massive pain, shitface.
`You ruined any normal sex life I could have had as a young teenager, so I've decided not to allow you a sex life after you've served your sentence -- I will enjoy, slowly and as painfully as possible, destroying your dick and balls -- I've got 5 years to do it.
`On the other hand, you will have a really nasty kind of sex life while you're here -- no relief ever of course -- that cage stays where it is -- but I guess you remember how you abused me in front of your friends. I promise you that there are men here who can't wait to abuse you in ways you couldn't imagine in your very worst nightmares.'
I was close to fainting from fear. Eric and the black guard grinned.
Then Eric put down the bowl with my promised lunch'. It was a mixture of scraps, many of them chewed up, scraped a few days ago from other inmates' plates -- this was, as Eric had said, normally given to pigs (who probably turned it down). The vile scraps were mixed with a lump of mouldy bread. One of the other inmates was nearly sick from just looking at my lunch'. The trainee guard looked at Eric who nodded to him, and then took his dick out of his pants and took a long piss aiming at the bread. It turned the hard mouldy bread into a kind of repellent yellowish dough and also made a puddle of watery gravy to go with the pieces of gristle and fat. Eat it all, scum, and remember your crimes. If anything's left, you'll get the paddle -- any bits you can't chew, you'll just have to swallow whole. Use your hands -- you don't deserve a spoon.' Somehow I ate it all. Next time, we'll invite the other inmates over to add some snot and spit -- they're keen to join in, shitface'.
The afternoon was worse than the morning because I was more tired and was occasionally punished for being clumsy. I was also paddled twice for slacking and, when I stubbed my toe painfully on a lump of concrete and fell down, my young trainee guard came over and stepped on it. I had to get up and start work again immediately, but my agonised toe slowed me down and brought me another paddling. Then I was ordered to carry a heavy chunk of concrete high above my head for ten minutes as an extra punishment.
When at last there was a water-break, my puddle was dry, so I was ordered to wait and drink the other inmates' piss from the oil-drum. When I was ordered to drink their piss, I made the mistake of hesitating. I shook my head. I sank to my knees. I heard a whistle and one of the other guards came running over with a young inmate who kicked me in the stomach. Then they draped me over the jagged metal sides of the oil-drum so the top of my head was actually in their piss. Then my trainee guard gave me two full-strength hits with his paddle. It sounded like two gunshots and I screamed in agony. My screaming stopped a few seconds later when, on a signal from the trainee, they pushed my head right under and I took in several choking gulps of piss.
Other men's piss was my only drink that afternoon -- I myself had to piss as I worked. As Eric said when he came back after my 4 hours, `I'm not allowing you any dignity -- I don't care how or where you shit and piss -- but I'll still punish you if you make a mess -- you'll get a special punishment tomorrow in the punishment room for wetting yourself this afternoon, you disgusting bitch. Not fair, is it? I don't remember you being fair to me ...'
Then it was time for my extra hour with the two bricks attached to my balls, the punishment awarded earlier by Eric for begging him not to put me in the toilet-box. It was perhaps the harshest punishment of the day. My balls still ached from Eric's brutal kick. Now Eric held me in a standing position while the black guard tied a rope multiple times around the base of my balls, stretching them painfully. Then two bricks were placed in a strong plastic bag. The trained threaded a bungee rope through the handle of the plastic bag and attached the hooks on to the rope on either side of my balls, and then took over from Eric, holding me.
Almost six kilogrammes swung from my balls when Eric let the bag drop and kicked it. I fell to my knees and retched. Forced back on my feet, Eric reminded me that this was an extra punishment he was giving me for disobedience, so I'd better obey him now. For a whole hour, the bricks hung unsupported between my legs. They crushed my balls and made them ache, as if they were being constantly kicked and squeezed. The rope also blistered my ballsack as it scraped up and down when I moved. I was made to carry four bricks in my hands, as well as the two bricks swinging from my balls, backwards and forwards from one side of the yard to the other.
At the end, Eric handed me a bowl that someone had obviously been sick in: I could still see a few bits of greenish vomit. I was told to take it to the oil-drum and fill it with piss and to drink it. I was unbelievably thirsty so, although it was deeply humiliating and vile-tasting, I did it. I was then told to sit on the floor to remove my weights and ropes. I groaned with the pain -- from everywhere -- and I was still panting from nine hours of pointless backbreaking work. `Shitface looks a bit hot' laughed Eric. He and the guard then emptied over my head the entire remaining contents of the oil-drum urinal.
That evening, I had another meal of soggier scraps, much of them eaten, while he laughed and gave me detailed instructions, off the sole of the blond guard's boots. Then I was hosed down and given a long painful enema. We're whoring you out tonight0, said Eric. Three of the lads who were in the yard with you this afternoon want to use your holes. You've got to be welcoming and enthusiastic -- you've got a tight hole and I don't expect you've ever been fucked, so this should be a very painful experience indeed for you. We'll all enjoy watching! It will definitely stretch you', Eric giggled at his own joke and the blond guard joined in. `They'll be here in your cell soon so you'd better think of how you'll entertain them. They'll rape you if necessary of course, but actually I want you to encourage them to use you. I'm sure they'll want to grab your ass, balls and cock cage. Show off your body, cunt-face, wiggle your striped sore-looking ass for them. Invite them to spank you and to play with your balls -- they know we tortured the inside of your dick this morning so invite them to play with your cage. Encourage them to spank you -- they'll enjoy that. They'll definitely fuck your ass hard and of course they'll fuck you without any lube.
`Your asshole will be tortured as their young prisoner-dicks probe and penetrate as deep and wide as they can go. They've been told not to hold back -- believe me, they know what you're like and they won't -- your asshole and throat are both in for a nice long torture session'.
Eric and the blond guard laughed and then I heard footsteps in the corridor outside my cell ...