JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
As he began to doze fitfully, hanging against the wooden post by his brother's tightly-buckled belt, he whispered: "It'll be your turn tomorrow - he'll think it was your fault. That's what happened last time..."
It was then that I became afraid as I lay down on the filthy floor, with my head between the youth's feet, placing one of them on my face as a final gesture of humility...
I must have fallen asleep when I awoke to hear the barn door open and the farmer coming in, carrying a paraffin lamp. He was leading the horse to his stable. He tied the animal to a ring in the wall, paying no attention to his son or his worthless prison slave.
Still without looking at either of us, he walked business-like to the post to which his punished son was still firmly attached, took out his filthy cock and pissed all over me as I lay on the floor at his son's feet. Fearfully, I did not move as he directed the hot stream of stinking piss to my face...
"OPEN!" he barked, without interrupting the flow. Dutifully, the prison pig opened its mouth to swallow down its Master's piss. Satisfied that the pig knew its duty, the farmer then undid his belt, dropped his overall trousers and started slowly jerking his cock while standing behind his son's beaten ass. The youth seemed to know what to expect, because he started blubbering incoherently, begging the farmer not to do it... but the farmer just laughed, smacked one of his son's cheeks and commanded me to suck on his foul member to get it good and wet...
I took the stinking thing in my pig mouth and started licking and sucking on it, tasting the sweat and dried piss and crud under his foreskin. The farmer's cock grew bigger and harder, filling my mouth and making me gag. Then he pulled it out of my mouth, pulled open the youth's ass and started pushing it in - clearly he was going to fuck the lad in front of me, as another humiliation. I knelt quietly behind the farmer, watching his big buttocks and thighs moving backwards and forwards as he pumped his cock into his son's helpless ass. The youth ceased begging the man to stop, not wanting to appear more humiliated in front of the prison scum watching his degradation.
At a certain point, the farmer reached round with his hand and pulled my face into his crack. I could already savour the smell of his sweaty, shitty unwashed backside, long before my face was shoved unceremoniously into it...
"LICK" he barked, and - now thoroughly familiar with the stink of unwashed men's private parts, the pig's tongue did its duty, licking around the farmer's filthy hole and pushing into it, tasting the bitterness of his last crap and the bits of shit remaining inside. His hips were pushing so violently now, I had to hold on to his thighs so as not to fall over, despite that fact that he was still pressing firmly on the back of my head. He farted a couple of times into my mouth and nose, and of course I could not pull away from the stink as he held me...
Finally, pulling his cock completely out of the youth's hole, he then rammed it back in again, spewing his spunk deep in his son's guts as the youth moaned in pain. He stood there for a few minutes, letting his erection subside in his son's asshole, then pulled his cock out. He turned round, facing me as I knelt on the shitty floor, snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock, now streaked with shit and spunk. The prison pig's mouth once more wrapped itself round the filthy member and cleaned it up, as the pig was expected to do...
Once he was satisfied that I had cleaned his cock and balls properly, the farmer pulled up his overalls, stuffed his cock back inside and fastened his thick leather belt round his waist again.
He stood close behind the youth, yanked his head painfully back by his thick blond hair and growled menacingly in his ear (in his own language) something like: "Now you know what to expect when you start going soft on prison scum..."
The youth was sobbing softly, not only from the pain of being buggered, but from the humiliation of having it done in front of me, the prison scum...
The farmer then stood back, snapped his fingers once more and gestured towards the youth's ass. Seeing what the farmer was prepared to do to his own son, I wasted no time in crawling towards the youth's big ass and putting my tongue to work, cleaning out the farmer's spunk from the now very shitty hole. The youth's hole was now well loosened up by the rough fuck he had just received, and he could not control the escape of a couple of farts and the odd piece of shit left up there from this morning, when he had crapped in my mouth. The farmer, eventually satisfied with the pig's work, kicked the pig on the shoulder, knocking it back down on the shitty floor. He then undid the belt that held his son to the wooden post, walked round in front of him and released his hands. He threw the youth's filthy overalls at him and commanded him to get dressed. Then he turned towards me... Yanking me to my knees by the chain through my tit rings, he cuffed my chin in his big hand, making me look up at him. He spat a great gob of spit in my face and, with his free right hand, slapped me right and left so hard I saw stars...
"NEXT TIME I SEE YOUR HANDS ON MY SON'S BODY LIKE THAT, I CUT OFF YOUR WORTHLESS BALLS!!! YOU SUCK, YOU LICK, YOU GET FUCKED AND PUNISHED, BUT YOU DON'T (slap) TOUCH (slap)!!! GOT IT (slap)?!!"
I nodded vigorously with tears in my eyes from the slapping, his spit drooling down my face. Then, he locked my wrist irons behind my back again and dragged me over to another stall by my neck chain and padlocked it to a ring in the wall. The straw which would serve as my bed was soaked in horse piss and caked in horse shit, but the ring in the wall was so low I could not stand up, so all I could do was lie in the filth. I desperately need a piss and could not wait till the man had gone out. As I lay there, the piss started to flow out of my cock, locked by its ring to my navel, and the hot liquid poured out all over my belly and chest, gathering force till it squirted in my own face. The farmer just laughed as he put his arm round his son's shoulder, ushering him towards the door. He took the lamp with him, leaving me in the stinking darkness as he locked the barn door behind him. I longed for my inspector to come for me and take me away from this nightmare. He could do what he wanted with me, I would not resist him. But it was he who had rented me out to this brute and his two sons, so perhaps he no longer wanted his personal pig... Would I ever see him again? I fell asleep, my body reeking of the piss that had just been squirted all over it from my restrained cock, my face stinking of the farmer's ass, his son's ass, his spunk and his son's shitty hole, wondering what new horrors would greet me next day...