JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
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...
One of his sons decided to help his father speed up my progress, by carefully picking a bunch of stinging nettles and swishing them across my buttocks and between my legs from behind, setting my poor, defenseless balls on fire (mercifully, my cock was fixed to my navel by the ring through its head, but occasionally the nettles flicked round and upwards, so that even my poor cock was not spared...
I groaned from time to time from the pain in my tits, buttocks, balls and cock, but that had no effect on my tormentors. Finally, the ramshackle, low stone buildings that passed for a farm came into view, and, exhausted and in pain as I was, I managed to stumble along a bit faster, knowing that this torture would come to an end sooner. Of course, I was walking faster to the punishment that I knew awaited me...
It was now dark as they dragged me into the small barn where they usually kept the horse (I knew this from the overpowering stench of horse piss and shit, that obviously hadn't been cleaned out in days, perhaps weeks. I was dragged over to one of the two wooden supporting pillars in the middle of the building. The farmer threw the chain attached to my collar and tits over the beam connecting the pillars and pulled it down the other side, pulling my neck and tits sharply upwards. The pain in my nipples was excruciating and I could not help yelling out. As usual, this had no effect as the sniggering youths fixed the chain firmly to the pillar by banging a nail through one of the links into the wooden pillar, even yanking on it downwards a bit more for good measure... While they were doing this, the farmer unlocked my wrist irons, but, before I could use my freed hands to rub my nettle-stung buttocks, balls and cock, he and one of his filthy, insolent sons grabbed them, pulled them round the other side of the pillar in front of me and locked them together again. Standing to either side of me, I could see the farmer and his sons unbuckling their belts, positioning themselves so they could thrash my defenseless back, buttocks and thighs. Their belts cracked against my naked flesh again and again. The involuntary reflexes of my body to get away from the blows simply pulled harder on my nipples and neck, or caused me to grind my cock and balls against the rough, splintery wooden pillar, which made them laugh all the more as their helpless slave and toilet took his punishment, screaming, crying and begging them to stop. The slave's cries and screams, miles from any other civilization (if you could call it that), were never heard, except perhaps by the animals. Eventually, exhausted by the thrashing and trying to avoid the sharp pains that shot up from my tits caused by my jerking movements, I no longer responded to my natural reflexes to avoid the blows, and I stood still as they continued their hideous work, sniggering and laughing when a particular blow crossed a previous welt, eliciting a drop of blood or two. By now, the pain was not as intense as before, and my screams diminished to a general groan, punctuated by occasional sobbing. They stopped after about twenty minutes of non-stop beating. They were sweating and panting from their exertions, but no longer laughing and sniggering. The silence and the sound of their heavy breathing seemed somehow ominous, a portent of some other horror to come...
I was not wrong: I heard the farmer grunt some sort of instruction to his sons, who then positioned themselves on either side of me and pulled open my buttocks... It was not long before I heard the farmer unlocking my butt-plug, which he pulled out of me roughly, eliciting another yelp of pain from his helpless victim. It hung down from its chain between my legs. The problem was, it had been holding back a couple of days' shit and I was finding it difficult not to let my guts explode as I heard the farmer spit on his cock, ready for his assault. That problem was soon taken care of, because the farmer wasted no time in ramming his cock up my defenseless shithole.
The youths looked at my tear-streaked face and smiled as the farmer pushed his foul member into me, pumping my shit-filled hole again and again, banging my naked body repeatedly against the splintery wooden pillar I was firmly attached to. Fortunately, the plug had kept my hole well stretched, so it was not too painful and I made no protest (not that it would have mattered anyway). However, from the smell that began to fill the barn, it was clear that my shit was coming out uncontrollably as his member ploughed into me... but this did not seem to deter him - far from it, it seemed only to excite him more.
His hands groped round from behind to find my ringed and chained nipples, which he pulled and twisted agonizingly. His movements became more rapid as he neared his orgasm, till finally, with a deep-throated growl he shot his spunk deep in my guts, leaving his cock inside me till his erection began to subside. He eventually pulled it out, and this time I could not control the emptying of my guts as my shit splattered down between my legs to the floor... I heard him tell the boys to release me from the pillar, turn me round and push me to my knees. Of course, I knew what was coming next as the youths pushed me down on my knees into my own shit, facing the sweating, naked farmer and looking directly at his shit-covered cock, drooling out the last bit of spunk. He didn't say anything, just snapped his fingers and pointed to his filthy cock. He obviously knew that slaves on hire from the prison were trained to clean up... and I was no exception. I opened my mouth dutifully and, now that my hands were free, took his shitty cock in one hand and placed it in my mouth, sucking and cleaning it as was expected. I noticed that there was shit on his sweaty balls, so I lifted up his cock and put my tongue to work, licking them and the sweaty crack between them and his thick thighs as clean as I could. After a time, the farmer inspected my handiwork and seemed satisfied. He stepped back into his overalls and pulled them up, fastening the shoulder straps and putting his bare, stinking feet back into his boots. I of course knelt there submissively on the horse-shit covered floor (now with the addition of my own excrement) without saying anything or moving. I was exhausted from my long day's work in the field and my beating and did not even have the strength to squeeze my hole shut, the farmer's spunk and the rest of my shit now oozing freely down the inside of my thighs. I was less than an animal anyway, so why would I care about such formalities?
Suddenly, the farmer clapped one of his big hands round the back of my head and pushed my face down in the filthy mess that covered the floor. He then roughly shoved the butt-plug back up my shitty hole and locked the retaining chain in place. At a signal from the farmer, one of his sons locked my collar chain around the wooden pillar where I had been beaten, and they went towards the door, laughing nonchalantly and talking about what was for supper. The farmer and one youth went out, but that other one turned towards me and came back, smiling down at me as I sat in the filth. He got out his stinking, uncircumcised cock and just pissed all over me, aiming specially at my face. I was desperately thirsty, so I opened my mouth to drink down his foul piss, which seemed to please him. Still smiling at me, he muttered something about bringing me food afterwards. I thanked him, with my piss-drenched face looking up at him, genuinely grateful for this small kindness. He turned around, taking the single paraffin lamp with him and left me in the darkness of the barn, alone, my back, buttocks and thighs still throbbing from the beating they had given me. I lay down on the shitty floor, desperately tired and, running my hand over some of the welts on my ass and legs, I fell asleep.
I awoke suddenly as the same youth who had pissed all over me returned with the lamp and carrying a bowl of scraps left over from their supper, which he threw down on the floor beside me. It contained half-chewed scraps of meat (which he and the others had obviously spat out) and some crusts of bread and vegetables.
"Eat!" he grunted...
I grabbed the disgusting bits of food they had provided for their slave and ate ravenously (not having eaten anything since "breakfast" in prison that morning), gratefully eating on the scraps they had been chewing on and spat out. As I chewed like a hungry dog, the thought occurred to me that I would no doubt be recycling their supper for them next day when I would be put on toilet duty...
I paid no attention to him as he stood over me, watching me in this degrading position, but ate as fast as I could, in case he took the bowl away (which had happened in prison a few times). Some of the bits of meat were tough and it was difficult to chew them (which was why they had spat them out in the first place), but I persisted till I had eaten everything in the bowl and licked it clean.
I was thirsty again, and, knowing it was useless to ask for water, simply sat back on my heels on the shitty floor, looked at his cock bulging through his overalls and opened my mouth silently. It was an unwritten code, one which I had now learned to follow as the truly degraded animal that I had now become. Clearly, it was a code the youth knew too, since he unbuttoned the front of his overalls to release his stinking member. He skinned back the head, revealing days of cheese, and offered it to my thirsty mouth. The pig slave moved its face forward and gently took the foul thing into its mouth to receive its drink. There was not as much piss this time, so the animal slave was careful not to waste a drop. The piss swirling around inside its mouth loosened the crud from behind the head of his cock, and was swallowed down gratefully. The stink of his sweat and dried piss coming from his cock and balls was overpowering, but this pig's senses were now functioning on another level - the transformation that began with its body, shaved, ringed and branded, now being completed with the utter degradation of its mind: the stink of men - their belches, sweat, farts, piss, cheese, assholes and shit - was now so familiar to it, that the animal that I now was felt almost deprived if it was not given the privilege of breathing it in, sucking and licking on it, eating...
The filthy youth stopped pissing and his cock began to swell as my tongue cleaned off his cockhead. He suddenly grabbed my shaven head and began pumping his foul member in and out of my mouth, his growing cock now banging against the back of my throat and making me gag. His movements were so urgent, so violent, that I had to grab hold of his thick legs for support. After his breathing got faster and faster, he pulled back slightly and stopped for an instant, followed by a shuddering groan as he shot his load, filling my mouth with what seemed like gallons of hot spunk, which I had to swallow fast in order not to choke. His orgasm eventually subsided, but he left his filthy cock in my mouth for a few minutes, standing still with his eyes half-closed as his breathing returned slowly to normal...
Suddenly, realizing that he was displaying a moment of vulnerability, of weakness, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, stuffed it back inside his overalls, turned round, grabbing the back of my head and shoving my face into his ass, covered with the filthy, unwashed cloth of his overalls, and farted two or three times, holding my face firmly in place. I breathed his stink gratefully, as a pig slave like me should. When my face was eventually released, I was shocked as I looked down at my cock, locked by its ring to my navel, and saw that it had begun to swell and strain against its imprisoning rings. The youth turned round and saw it too... He cupped my chin in his hand, raised my face to look up at him, pulled down my jaw and spat a great gob of spit into my mouth and watched it slide slowly down to the back of my throat. He released my jaw so that I could swallow it down... I thought, this was the nearest thing to a kiss my tormentor could give me, and I felt strangely grateful as his large, cold blue eyes looked searchingly into mine.
Overwhelmed, my imprisoned cock throbbing for release, I suddenly threw my arms around his thick thighs and buttocks, pressing my face into the piss-stained crotch of his overalls, sobbing incoherently. I cried for the pitiful condition I had been reduced to, for the "me" that once was and no longer existed, the life of endless torture and degradation that I saw before me - but most of all because I realized that this was what I was born for, that now there was no going back... and that I wanted this youth who had abused me just because he liked to.
He put his big hands on my shaven head, pulling me more tightly into his foul-smelling crotch. Did he like me? Did he want me? Foolish questions! He was just using another prison slave - but one thing was certain: I wanted him... Yes, he had punished me, beaten me with stinging nettles and his belt, used me as a toilet earlier that day when he had crapped in my pig mouth; yes, he had laughed and sniggered at my pain and degradation; yes, it gave him pleasure to see me treated like this (and this would clearly be the only way he would ever want me), but I knew only that in this sublime moment I wanted him...