Copyright: Beastmaster42.
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
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JOURNEY INTO NIGHT
CHAPTER TWELVE
The commandant called out to one of the guards: "Put him on toilet duty!"
With that, two guards came into the stinking piss house and dragged me through the pools of piss on the floor to one of the crappers. This was not the usual porcelain toilet-bowl, but just a plain wooden seat with a hole in it for sitting on: I was pushed down on the floor and made to lie down in the pools of piss with my head shoved under the toilet seat (I was still handcuffed). A wooden board was placed over my neck and locked into place under the seat (it had a semicircle cut out of it, just big enough to accommodate my neck). As I looked up through the wooden toilet-seat, I could see the guards smirking down at me. Then they left me there, and I knew what was coming...
It was not long before one of the guards came in to take a crap: I saw the brute briefly as he undid his trousers, pulled them down over his big buttocks and sat down to shit, nonchalantly taking out a newspaper to read while he emptied his guts. His fat arse and cock bulged down through the hole, almost touching my face. He put one booted foot on my belly and rested the heel of his other boot on my cock and balls, still painful from their piercing with nails. I groaned with pain, but he just jabbed my bollocks with the heel of his boot and told me to shut up...
With my head trapped in the shit-box, just under the guard's arse as it protruded down through the opening in the toilet seat, the farts that first erupted from his guts filled the small space with a shitty stink: I had no choice but to smell them and breathe them in. Eventually, a large turd started poking out of his hole and dropped heavily down on to my mouth and nose. It stank bad... Piss then gushed out of his cock all over my throat and mouth, followed by a couple more turds, this time a bit smaller than the first one. I did not eat them, as I was already feeling slightly sick from eating the commandant's shit. But I realised that if I was left in there long enough, it would only take a few more guards emptying their guts over my face and my whole head would be covered in shit and piss - but that was too bad, I was locked in here, handcuffed and naked for as long as they wanted to leave me here. I lay there quietly, as the guard got up, pulled his trousers up without wiping his arsehole (that would be left for some prisoner's tongue to deal with - and in any case, there was no paper) and went away.
I stayed there all afternoon, with various guards coming in from time to time to take a crap. They all rested their booted feet on my chest, belly or bollocks, paying no attention to me whatsoever as I lay there, with their shit piling up on top of my face. I knew I was nothing, that I had no rights, that the only mercy they would show me was by not beating me, or piercing me with nails, or branding me or inflicting some other unspeakable horror on my body. They could kill me if they wished, and no-one would care. The fact that I am writing this account of my life in this hell is testimony to the fact that they in fact kept me alive. Obviously they enjoyed torturing my body and using my mouth and shithole - so long as they did so, they would keep me alive. When I was no longer interesting for them, they would undoubtedly dispose of me, like some useless piece of rubbish. And yet I knew I was born for this, to be degraded in every possible way, to suffer for the amusement of men. I yielded myself up to them now, without resistance, because they were man enough to take me and use me the way I deserved...
Eventually, the box under the toilet seat that imprisoned my head was so full of the guards' shit and piss I could not breathe, except by chewing and swallowing some of the filth from their guts that had been deposited in it. The stink was appalling, and even the guards were revolted. I was eventually released, my hands uncuffed, and ordered to clean up the mess with my bare hands, depositing it in the cesspool outside. My head, face and neck, were coated in their shit, now drying on me. As I went outside, carrying a pile of their shit in my hands, some of the other prisoners saw me and sniggered - clearly this was something they had all endured at one time or another. When I had removed as much of the filthy brown mess as I could with my bare hands, I was ordered to lick the rest off the inside of the box and the seat till it was more or less 'clean' again. Of course, my tongue was so coated in it that I had to clear my mouth with saliva and swallow thoroughly... But the guards understood the problem only too well, occasionally forcing me to my knees and swilling my mouth out with piss from their dirty cocks. Throughout the entire day, the only drink I had had was their stinking hot piss, but I was grateful for it nevertheless.
After I had completed my cleaning work, it was time for me to be cleaned up: I was not, as I expected, thrown into the only shower in the entire prison (used only by the guards, and not very often): instead, my face was pushed into one of the blocked-up urinals, filled with stale, stinking guards' piss. If I was not to drown, I had to drink some of it as they held my head firmly down in the stinking, dark yellow liquid. I was nothing more than a toilet now, reduced even lower than the pig I had been forced to become...
Eventually, I swallowed enough of the foul, stinking liquid to be able to breathe, but my face was still held down in the guards' urinal. I heard one of the guards fumbling with his trousers and, inevitably, his filthy cock pushed its way into my defenceless hole. With my face still stuck down in the remaining piss, he buggered me fast and brutally, the other guards laughing and grunting as he did so. When he had finished, he pulled me up, pushed me to my knees and stuck his shit and spunk-smeared cock in my mouth for the usual clean-up. I looked up at him as he towered over me, but he pulled his cock out suddenly, slapped my face right and left and stuck his filthy member back into my mouth - clearly looking a guard straight in the eye was not permitted: another act of servile humility. We prisoners could look down at their boots, crotches, arses or chests, but no higher.
He pulled his softening cock out to see if it was clean enough and, being satisfied, stuffed the thing back into his trousers, turned round, pulled my face into his backside and farted. The other guards sniggered at my humiliation as I was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts.
It was now evening, and time for all the prisoners to be locked up for the night. I was taken to my cell, which was occupied by three other prisoners. The cell was tiny, there were no beds, just a pile of filthy rags on the floor which served as a bed. As the guards opened the cell door, they handcuffed me once more and pushed me in. The other inmates eyed me up and down: of course, they too were shaved from head to foot and had their nipples and cocks pierced with rings, chained together so that their cocks were permanently in a vertical position. Whenever they needed a piss, they simply had to urinate all over themselves. Once it had dried, it left them stinking disgustingly. I found out later that shitting was an equally degrading affair: they simply had to do it outside in a special area outside reserved for the purpose, shitting like dogs in front of everybody in the open air. Of course, toilet paper was out of the question, which left their arseholes encrusted in shit: this all meant that once the door to the tiny cell was locked shut, the stench of their sweat, dried piss and dirty arseholes was overpowering. But since I too must have stunk with all the piss and shit that had been dumped on me, it did not really matter - we were all less than animals, and we just got used to it...
I heard the door locked shut behind me, and stood there, handcuffed, wondering what to say or do, but I was not left alone for long...
I was the "new boy", so I was quickly put to work: they threw me down, without a word, on to the "bed" on the floor, and squatted over my face, one by one, with grunted commands to clean up their sticky, shit-encrusted arseholes. This was a luxury that did not come often - the only way they could clean themselves after days, weeks, of shitting without paper to wipe themselves was with their own fingers. A new boy's tongue was a much-prized luxury. The stink of shit and sweat as their big arses bore down on my face was overpowering, but a few smacks on my defenceless, recently-pierced balls were enough to make my tongue do its work... I had no choice but to get my tongue up their shitholes and clean them out.
It was inevitable that they would let out a few farts as they opened up their rectums to my probing tongue, but I had grown used to the stink of men's guts - this would be my position in life from now on anyway, so I had to get used to it, if only to avoid the urge to vomit that had overcome me the first few times.
I longed for my inspector to come for me - true, he had beaten me, branded me and treated me like a pig, but I wanted to show him how much I needed him... but here I was, being used as toilet paper by three men whom I had never even seen before. After the long day of torture and abuse I had suffered, I was in no position to put up any resistance, especially as I was still handcuffed.
I had eaten the guards' shit in some quantity, and my guts had by now reprocessed it - I needed a shit and piss badly now... but my face was still trapped between the big buttocks of the third prisoner, and I could not explain my urgent need....
It was inevitable: my shit began to push its way inexorably out of my hole, even though I was trying to keep it in. The prisoners just laughed as my shit came out of my helpless hole on to the "bed" between my legs. My bladder too let out its contents over my belly... but the men did not seem to care. After I had finished my cleaning duties, they just made me pick up the turds with my mouth (I was still handcuffed) one by one and drop them into the bucket reserved for the purpose, which stood in the corner. The stink from the bucket was overpowering as I lowered my face over it to drop the turds into it - my face was splashed with the frothy piss they had deposited into it previously.
These men had been convicted of violent crimes - they were probably murderers - and since I was defenceless against them, I decided that I had better show them that I realised my position at the bottom of the "ladder": once I had finished dumping my own turds (recycled guards' shit) in the bucket, I remained on my knees and kissed their sweaty, stinking feet, licking between their toes to clean them up. They seemed pleased with this, and allowed me to sleep between them - of course, the opposite way to them, so that my face was pushed into one of their arses. If I turned over, my face would be pushed up against the cock and balls of one of the others, stinking as they were of dried piss and cock cheese.
As the night progressed, it was inevitable that one of them would need a piss, so he just stuck his sweaty cock in my mouth and let go. I drank it all down of course - I was now used to being nothing more than a toilet, both for prisoners and guards. It was also inevitable that they would fart during the night, and of course my nose and mouth were the appropriate receptacles for the stink of their guts. The arses and cocks of these murderers and robbers were the right place for my face. The stink and taste of their sweat, shit and piss would for ever be in my nose and mouth.
As I drifted off to sleep between them, I looked back over my degradation: I had been stripped of everything - my dignity, my clothes, my hair - I had been savagely beaten (to which the marks on my buttocks, back and legs bore witness), branded on the buttocks, fucked endlessly like an animal in heat, used as a toilet and crucified. The only thing they hadn't done to me was kill me - but although my life was now a living hell, I was still grateful to be alive. But my humiliation was not over....