ERIC'S REVENGE
Chapter seven
The blond guard came in with my breakfast gruel. Eric's pissed in it as usual, cunt. Get your face in it.' I never got a spoon -- it was seen as a privilege' and Eric had denied me all `privileges'. On the second morning, the blond guard actually took a shit right in front of me in my cell into my gruel. He made me scoop it up and eat it at the end, after the gruel. But this time -- I think the fourth morning -- it was only Eric's piss in my gruel., but it was his morning piss and overwhelmed the almost tasteless gruel.
Then the blond cuffed me and took me down to the punishment room for my first visit of the day. Other inmates were sent to the punishment room occasionally for caning or strapping, but with none of the other horrors I was forced to endure by Eric, who greeted me with his usual smile as I entered what he had really turned into his torture chamber.
I hope you enjoyed my piss in your gruel this morning, shitface,' said Eric. Today, you're going to eat my shit as well. But, first, it's back on the bondage table -- your dick has recovered enough for another well-deserved scraping.' While the blond guard held me, Eric removed my cage: You won't need this till we've finished punishing your dick', said Eric
He continued, `I expect with all this scraping we'll hollow out your whole nasty little penis from the inside over five years -- continuous intense dick-pain that you can never get used to is what I have planned for you. Today, we'll be using the same wire with barbs as on your first day but with an extra source of misery for you -- take a look at this bottle -- it's completely pure super-hot chilli oil. We use gloves just to open the bottle, but you will just endure it.
`We're going to dip your dick-wire in the bottle so it's smothered in the chilli oil and I expect the barbs will also trap little bits of chilli as well -- then, just to make sure that this punishment hurts as much as possible, I'm going to take a few of the little hot chilli seeds, the ones that are usually thrown away because they burn so much, and put them at the top of your pisshole and then we'll use the wire to push them into your urethra -- they'll go on burning till you eventually piss them out -- might be days later - a lengthening of your torture. Because this will be so off-the-scale painful for you, we're going to use extra straps across your stomach and thighs to hold you down. There's also a special contraption to stop you moving my head -- this is a pretty extreme, shitface, and we don't want you missing any of it by knocking yourself out', said Eric.
Now climb up on the table, cunt!' ordered Eric. This is the first punishment this morning. Then you will eat my shit, all of it of course. The severity of your caning, which comes after that, will depend on how we feel and mistakes you may have made -- but first I'm going to torture your dick then see how you deal with my shit'.
I reluctantly -- as slowly as I dared -- clambered on to the bondage table and lay on my back. My arms and legs were spread out and attached to the corners of the table like before and then, as Eric had said, they pulled two heavy straps across my stomach and thighs and immobilised my head.
Then, with a teaspoon Eric picked up 4 or 5 tiny seeds floating in the oil in the bottle and deposited them carefully just inside my piss-slit -- I felt an intense and severe burning sensation instantly and I screamed and somehow I spasmed my dick and a couple of seeds fell out of my piss-slit on to the bondage table. `You get an extra scraping for that', said Eric, and picked up with the teaspoon the two burning seeds that had fallen and placed them back inside my piss-slit. Then he wiped the oily teaspoon on my cheek and smiled -- the burn tore into me -- I shrieked and begged -- I couldn't believe that even Eric was going to put this burning torture-liquid inside another man's penis, even mine, even though he hated and despised me.
I realised the utter hopelessness of the situation when the order came from the blond guard -- `Beg us, cunt'
The blond guard picked up the wire and dipped it in the bottle. He swished it around and showed it to me. I could see he'd picked up fragments of hot chilli on some of the barbs.
I knew that it would be even worse if I didn't make the speech they wanted -- `Please, Sirs, please torture my urethra with the barbs and the torturing hot chilli oil. I deserve terrible pain inside my disgusting penis, and please give me a second harsh scraping because I spilt some of the seeds.'
Eric held my dick, pointing it directly upwards from my body. Wow -- two scrapings with chilli oil, shitface -- this will be quite something'. The blond guard carefully used the end of the horrible thin barbed wire to gather up the little seeds in my piss slit and pushed them gently into my pisshole. The burning started to build. I started to shake. If you move, shitface,' said Eric calmly, we'll do this all morning'. Somehow I steadied myself. Just pushing the wire into my urethra with its coating of oil and pushing the horrible seeds 4 centimetres into me felt like a worse torture than anything till now, much worse than last time they did this to me dry and without oil, even worse than the canings, even worse than the terrifying horse'. The nlond guard left the wire 4 centimetres in for a minute or so of sheer agony -- I could hardly breathe. Then came the pulling out -- the `scraping' part as Eric called it. The barbs cruelly re-opened old wounds and agonisingly dug out new ones in the delicate inner flesh of my urethra, sensitive flesh deep inside my penis. Unbearably spicy-hot super-hot oil, and burning seeds and bits of fierce chilli entered each and every wound. They tortured the delicate pink lining of my urethra by scraping it with metal barbs.
It was the worst pain by far that I could have imagined up to that moment. Partly because the physical pain was unbearable and partly because they were doing it to my penis. The cruelty was so extreme that I still find it difficult to believe that one man could impose it on another, yet Eric did it. And the blond guard did it. They did it to me. I screamed and begged incoherently.
The blond guard jiggled the wire as he slowly extracted it, as he had done that first morning -- in fact I think he twisted it more than before because, when he got to the piss-slit, on of the barbs sliced inti it; it wasn't a deep cut, but when the burning oil seeped into it, it felt as if someone had sliced off the tip of my dick. Even when the guard finally extracted the wire completely, there was really no relief. The terrible burning just went on and on.
Sweat filled my eyes and stung them as Eric looked over me: second scraping coming up because you stupidly spilt those seeds'. Here we go again', said the blond guard.
Then Eric noticed some blood around my mouth -- shitface has bitten his tongue -- wait a minute', he said as he went to a shelf and took down a contraption that dentists use to keep your mouth open when they're going to anaesthetise you. Eric roughly pushed it into my mouth and forced me to open my mouth uncomfortably wide, attached the dental gag, and then, for good measure, he spat in my mouth and the blond guard did the same. The gag will do for when I shit anyway', said Eric cheerfully, `Let's go.'
The wire went back into my pisshole, back down my urethra. The blond guard had dipped it back into the oil - all fresh' he laughed - but he forgot about the little pieces of my flesh he had scraped off last time. They were still attached to the wire, so they too went back into my urethra. Eric took over the control of the wire this time. As I produced unintelligible shrieks and groans from my forced-open mouth, Eric had his fun. Smiling and even giggling at times, Eric pushed the wire a good centimetre further than the guard had done. Then he pulled it half-way out. Then he pushed it right back in and shook it around. After a few minutes of this torture, he just yanked it right out. Blood, mixed with chilli oil, dribbled from my pisshole. Eric showed me the barbs with quite a bit of flesh and blood on them -- I caught a few more fish this time, but it'll still take years to hollow out your dick completely -- a good punishment for failing to beg properly, shitface', said Eric.
The blond guard bolted my head into the toilet-box and I watched apprehensively as Eric's slim naked ass descended to within a centimetre of my face. Lick my ass-cheeks' ordered Eric, which I did immediately as if I was in love with them, but don't assume that makes up for not thanking and begging -- you'll get extra caning for your failures!' The fact that I couldn't thank or beg because my mouth was forced open was no excuse as far as Eric was concerned. Eric looked down and positioned himself -- and let rip. The stench was just awful, but the worst of this and the penis torture which preceded it and the caning which was obviously going to follow, and even the ice-cold jet-wash I would certainly receive, was that I now finally understood that I was irretrievably under the control of a boy I had abused, who had become a sadistic monster and was bent on a horrible revenge, and there was no escape. I noticed later that the broken glass had been taken away from my hard-labour rubble -- even slitting my own throat was no longer an option.
Eric deposited his filth directly into my forced-open mouth, but there was so much of it, it overflowed. I tried swallowing quickly but some still fell off my face -- when I was eventually released from the toilet-box, I had to lick up the remaining shit from the floor of the box and eat it. Soon, Eric would introduce much viler ways for me to eat his and other excrement, but for now it was enough for me to eat everything he'd dumped and then to atone through a hard caning for not begging and not thanking nearly enough when I was gagged and couldn't speak anyway!
They gave me my jet-wash, focussing on my balls as always. So, when they tied me to the spanking bench, my dick still burned indescribably, my balls ached horribly from the jet-wash, and my stomach was full of Eric's shit.
At last, Eric released my mouth from the gag and then I noticed he was holding in front of me a different-looking cane. This is called a whangee cane' lectured Eric. The point about this cane is that it's got sharp little and knobs and notches all the way along. Instead of giving you an even stripe, the notches will bite into your buttock flesh and make a series of small but highly painful bruises with each stroke -- I won't hold back so you'll find that all the energy goes into a smaller area causing extreme pain. I think that this will be an even better punishment than the normal prison canes. When I hit the same place twice, it'll be a terrific torture.
Today, we're giving you four dozen. I'll give you half with the whangee cane and the guard will give you half with the prison cane. We'll take turns like before. We'll swap sides half way so you won't be able to sit down on either side afterwards', laughed Eric.
Beg' ordered the blond guard: Thank you, Sirs, for tearing flesh from my urethra -- the chilli oil taught me a much-needed lesson. Thank you, Sir, for letting me drink your piss in my gruel and allowing me to eat your shit. Please may I now have a caning, Sirs. Please strike my naked buttocks with full force -- I need to feel each and every stroke because of my crimes'. I must have sounded truly pathetic. The blond guard doubled up laughing. Eric smiled.
After just two strokes from each cane, I was already frantic, screaming and pulling at my bonds. But I knew it was useless. They caned me from the top of my crack to half way down my thighs. They stood to my side and gave me `vertical' strokes that went straight down my crack and on to my asshole. A few caught my balls. I was a mass of unbearable pain everywhere.
As he marched me up to my hard labour, Eric took a look at my hands. You've kept these pretty well, seeing as you're not using gloves' For a moment I thought he was praising me, but then he said We'll see about that'....