JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
Once again, he pulled me to my feet by the chain through my tit rings and pushed me towards a half-ruined shack that was to be my home for the next few weeks. As we walked towards it, two teenage lads came out of the house and exchanged greetings with the farmer, who I soon learned was their father. Again, I was embarrassed at my nakedness in front of them, and also at the fact that I was not only naked, but with irons permanently attached to my neck and limbs. The boys sniggered and joked with each other at my expense, pointing at me and laughing at me. Like their father, they looked as though they had been carved out of the surrounding rocks - big and heavy from years of manual work.
The farmer attached the chain to the ring in my collar and gave the other end of it to the lads, with instructions about putting me to work in one of his fields. He then climbed back on to the cart and drove off back down along the dusty road, leaving me alone with his two beefy sons.
Laughing and joking, they dragged me along behind them for some distance over rough, stony ground, which hurt my bare feet. They were wearing nothing but a pair of overalls and stout leather boots, but they were enough to protect them from the sharp stones and thorny bushes we had to walk through. My naked body was becoming more bloody as the thorns and stones pricked and cut me. I tried to slow them down by pulling on my chain, but they soon dealt with that problem by locking my wrist irons together behind my back again. Sniggering at their helpless victim, they dragged me even faster, deliberately pulling me into patches of stinging nettles that were so high my legs, cock, ass and belly were stung repeatedly, so that I felt I was on fire. Tears fell down my face as I struggled to keep up with them while trying to avoid the stinging nettles and thorny bushes... but it was no use, they always tugged me into them, laughing and sniggering at my suffering.
I stumbled along behind them, looking at the backs of their thick legs and buttocks, now clearly visible under their dirty overalls, which, because of the heat, were now soaked with sweat, especially between their buttocks...
After about half an hour of this torture, they stopped at a small stream - the only water for miles around - and cupped their hands in the cool running water to drink. Dying of thirst, I also came forward and knelt beside the stream to drink. Of course, since my hands were locked behind me, I could not drink as they were doing, so I just bent down to drink like a dog... but even this simple act of mercy was denied me: laughing their heads off, they kicked me over into the dust, not allowing me to drink. I begged them for water, but they just laughed at me again and, sniggering at each other, got their cocks out of their overalls and just pissed on my face, telling me to hurry up and drink, because that would be all I would drink from now on... I opened my mouth and drank their foul, stinking piss gratefully as they skinned back their uncircumcised cocks, revealing days of dried spunk and piss under their foreskins... Their piss was hot, salty and stank - but I was so thirsty in this heat that I would have drunk horse piss...
I kept wishing the inspector would just take me home with him and let me be his prisoner for ever - but he had rented me out to these filthy, unwashed peasants to work as they saw fit. I did not know how long that would be, and no doubt I would be used and abused by them in this desolate area. Clearly, they were used to hiring cheap slave labour from the prison, and these two lads (I guessed they were aged about 15/16) made maximum use of the helpless men put at their disposal...
Once the flow of piss from both their foul cocks had stopped, I licked my lips and thanked them (I did not want to get on the wrong side of these two - they were big, strong and nasty, and a whipping from them would be no picnic... They sniggered again, one of them farting and saying he needed a crap. Of course, I knew the score by now (just as they did), but the thought of having his big, sweaty ass dumping its foul contents on my face was making me feel sick... With my hands locked behind me, I was in no position to offer any resistance, so when he undid his belt and dropped his overalls, kicked off his boots and stepped out of them, I just lay there as he stood over me facing my feet and lowered his big, sweaty ass over my face, kneeling on either side of my pinioned arms. He reached back between his legs and pulled open my mouth, immediately planting his stinking shithole over it. Then he leaned back with his full weight on my face, which kept my jaw open, as he let rip a couple of big farts. The stink of his sweaty, unwashed ass mixed with the farts filled my nose and mouth, and I had to breathe them in if I was not to suffocate under the weight of his big buttocks engulfing my face.
After a couple of grunts, I could feel his hole opening and the tip my tongue felt something hard pushing its way out of his guts. I did not want to eat his filth, but if I didn't, I would choke... So, once more my mouth served as a toilet as his big turds pushed their way inexorably downwards into it... I chewed and swallowed as best I could, though it was not easy with my jaw held open by the sheer weight of his body. His brother stood behind him, watching with fascination as the naked slave grunted and groaned as its mouth was filled again and again with his brother's filth. The turds got smaller, interspersed with a few farts, and it became easier to chew and swallow, as was expected of me. Finally, he got off me, his hole still streaked with shit, stood up and put his overalls and boots back on. They laughed as they pulled me to my feet again, dragging me on to the field where I was to be put to work. Since I was not allowed to drink water, I could not wash the taste of his filth from my mouth, and it remained in my mouth and nose for the next few hours... and no doubt my mouth and nose were still streaked with shit, which dried on my face very quickly in the baking heat of the sun.
Still with my wrists locked together behind me, I stumbled through the rough ground and thorny bushes, tugged along by the chain attached to my collar. The weight of the irons got heavier with each yard I was dragged along. I needed to piss badly, but they did not stop, so eventually I had to let it go - which meant that, since the head of my cock was locked to the ring through my navel, the piss ran down my belly, balls and thighs as I stumbled along... which made the lads snigger again at my degradation.
Finally, we came to a field - if you could call it that: it was a small area of rough ground surrounded by a low stone wall. I was pushed in through the rickety gate and, as the chain was detached from my collar, I was told that I had to remove all the stones over a certain size from the soil and pile them up on the other side of the wall. Mercifully, it was a small field, but I had to complete the task by sunset, or I would be punished. My wrists were unlocked behind me, and a kick to my ass sent me sprawling on to the stony ground. With the baking heat of the sun, I knew that I could easily die of thirst out here, and respectfully asked, lying on the ground where I had fallen, if I might have some more of their piss to drink. Laughing and sniggering again, they soon found an old plastic bottle lying beside the wall, which they soon filled with their foul piss. I thanked them submissively and they turned round, ignoring me, and walked off back down the dusty trail to the farm, leaving me alone.
I set to work clearing the stones, though it was no easy task, with my feet already cut and bruised and all the thorns sticking into the flesh of my legs and belly - and there were quite a few in my cock and balls, which I tried to pull out. All of my lower body was still on fire from the stinging nettles, but I had to work as best I could if all the stones were to be removed by sunset - I did not fancy being punished (whatever that meant to these rough peasants). There was no shade, and I was soon thirsty, so I picked up the dirty plastic bottle and drank from its foul contents. In the heat, the lads' piss was stinking more than ever, but at least it washed the taste of shit from my toilet mouth...
It occurred to me that I could run away and escape, but where would I go? If I got to another lonely farm, I would no doubt be sent back to the prison (since it was obvious that was where I had come from, being naked and in irons). There, I would no doubt be severely punished and sent back to the farm, where I would no doubt be punished again. In any case, this was my fate from now on, why would I even think of escaping. It would only be a matter of time before my inspector came to take me back to his home in the woods, where I would serve him for the rest of my life...
In the late afternoon, the sun began to go down, and I was able to rest a while in the bit of shadow afforded by the low stone wall. But time was passing, and I still had many stones to remove. I had not been left any food, but I did not feel any hunger, as my stomach was still filled with the youth's excrement.
I began to work more quickly, now that it was a bit cooler... but in my haste I missed quite a few stones, hoping they would not be noticed. I was nearly done by the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, and I heard the sound of three distinct voices in the distance. It was the farmer and his two sons, coming to inspect my work. I still had not finished, and hurried to complete the task... Finally, the man and the two youths entered the field as I was throwing the last of the stones - at least, those that were visible - over the wall. They came towards me, and the farmer unceremoniously locked the chain back on to my collar, while one of his sons locked my wrist irons together behind my back. They dragged me around the field like this, inspecting every inch of the ground. Needless to say, they found quite a few stones that I had left behind in my haste, and every so often the farmer would jerk my head towards him with the chain and slap my face and point to them, shouting at me. My heart sank as I knew I would surely be punished for this, though what form that punishment would take I could only guess at...
I apologized submissively, looking down at the farmer's dirty boots, promising to do better next time. He just grunted irritatedly, while his sons sniggered. I had drunk all the piss from the bottle, and was now extremely thirsty. With tears in my eyes from all the face-slapping, I tremulously asked if I might drink... of course, water was out of the question, so the farmer pushed me roughly to my knees, unbuttoned the front of his overalls and took out his thickly veined, stinking cock and started to piss in my face. I opened my mouth to catch the precious, but foul-smelling liquid and gulped it down as fast as I could, knowing that this would be all I would get to drink for God only knew how long. After he pissed, he farted a couple of times, turning round in the process and pulling my face into the sweat-stained crack of his overalls by reaching down between his legs and grabbing the chain that linked my tits together. I yelped at the sudden pain in my nipples, but my cry was stifled between his big buttocks as I dutifully breathed his stink, as I was expected to, to the great delight of his two sons. They then pulled me to my feet as the farmer shoved his foul member back into his overalls, and I was then marched back down the rough trail to the farm once more, though this time the lads did not entertain themselves by dragging me through the nettles and thorny bushes, for which I was grateful.
I was fearful as I was dragged along, knowing that I was to be punished when we got back to the farm. I was so tired, and thirsty again, I did not know whether I could stand up to another beating. But even though my body no longer belonged to me, and I knew that it had to suffer, when I was punished in the prison I knew it was for the pleasure of my inspector and that made me proud to suffer. But now, this was for the pleasure of a farmer and his two insolent sons, whom I did not worship as I did the inspector. My pain would not be for any purpose - just pure, simple punishment, and my yells and cries would not be for his pleasure, but for theirs. He would not even know that I was being beaten, here in the middle of nowhere - he would not hear my screams or see my tears - only the dirty, sweaty farmer and his even dirtier sons. Once more, my humanity had been taken from me, my own will and desires no longer mattered any more. This was truly what it meant to be a slave....
At a certain point, the farmer obviously considered that I wasn't walking fast enough, so he decided to loop the chain attached to my collar around the chain through my nipples, and a sharp tug on that chain soon speeded up my steps as the pain shot up from my helpless chest, exploding in my brain...