JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
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...
I was awoken by the sound of the creaking barn door being pushed open and the light of the paraffin lamp revealed the farmer's other son (the one who had not been punished) walking towards me. He shuffled towards me sleepily rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He set down the lamp, yanked me up on my knees by my neck chain, pulled down my jaw, pulled his cock out of his stinking overall and shoved it unceremoniously into my open mouth to take a piss. I was careful not to use my hands on his big thighs to steady myself (it had been made abundantly clear that i, the prison pig slave, was not to touch a man except with my tongue). Not a word was said - I was just a toilet to him as his strong piss poured down my gulping throat. After what seemed like litres of foul liquid had been emptied into me, he took his filthy cock out of my mouth, shook off the last few drops in my face and shoved it back inside his overall. He turned round, yanked on my neck chain between his legs so that my face was pulled tightly into his big ass, over which the unwashed overall material was tightly stretched, and farted a couple of times, holding my face firmly in place. The stink of his guts filled my mouth and nose, but I knew I would be getting used to it over the next couple of months, so there was no point resisting its inevitable passage down to my lungs. I must have been as revolting to him, stinking as I was, as he was to me.
He released my neck chain, turned round and kicked me back down into the pissy straw once more, picked up the lamp and left me alone once more in the dark barn. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the day's events, and why the farmer had punished his son because of me - or was my punishment (for daring to put my hands in what was obviously a loving embrace on his son's thighs and buttocks as his cock fucked my mouth) yet to come?...
It seemed no time at all before the gray light of dawn was filtering through the gaps between the boards of the barn walls and the barnyard cock was crowing, awaking me from my exhausted sleep. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking down at my naked, smooth body, my nipples ringed and chained together, my cock locked by the ring through its head to my navel, hard with a morning erection and straining to be free of its prison. The heavy iron around my neck and the chain securing me to the wall reminded me of my position as the hired prison pig as I slowly stroked my hard cock. I know I needed a piss and desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged and the plug chained and locked to the belt secured and locked tightly around my waist, so there would be no shitting for me till the farmer unlocked the plug...
I did not allow myself the luxury of an orgasm, as this would make all the pain, degradation and filth to which I would no doubt be subjected during the day more bearable. Suddenly the barn door flew open and the farmer came in, marching purposefully towards me. I immediately took my hand off my cock, not knowing what his reaction would be. As he stood over me, looking down at my erection, he slapped my face hard, right and left, and barked: "YOU NO TOUCH COCK!", kicking me in my defenceless balls. I yelped in pain, but he ignored me and unlocked the chain from the wall. He yanked me by my iron collar to my feet, locked my wrists behind my back and dragged me towards the barn door.
"TODAY NEDELJA - NO WORK!" (I assumed he meant Sunday), he barked - so I wondered where he was taking me. He dragged me stumbling across the barnyard to an outhouse, which I discovered, as he opened the door, was their toilet. It consisted of a bench about six feet long with two holes in it, just big enough for a man's ass. The bench seat covered what I then discovered was a box as he unlocked the padlock to which it was attached and lifted it up. Inside the box were a few pieces of shit floating in a few inches of stale piss (this was obviously what the farmer and his sons used as a toilet). He snapped his fingers and pointed to the inside of the box - I didn't know what he wanted, assuming he wanted me to empty it. But, with another couple of hard slaps to my face, he barked: "YOU - GET IN! NOW!".
So this was where I was to spend the day with 'no work'! My heart sank as I slowly stepped into the box, squashing a couple of turds under my bare feet. He yanked down on my neck chain, indicating that I was to lie down in it - which was not easy with my hands cuffed behind my back. I did as commanded, the box being just long enough for me to do so. The smell of yesterday's piss and shit (perhaps longer) was overpowering as I lay down in it. He slammed the lid shut and locked it down to the box again. One of the two holes was above my face, and I guessed the other one was above my cock and belly.
As he left, he casually remarked: "Today friends come...", and closed the door behind him. So, today I would be left here, to serve as a toilet for his friends (probably other local peasants, who would come over to drink and feast on a sheep roasted on a spit, as I had seen men do before in this country (the women were by tradition left at home, as this was a man's world).
After a certain time had passed, the toilet door opened and I heard the two youths enter, laughing and chatting about this and that. They were obviously here for their morning piss and dump. I was not wrong, as, through the toilet seat I saw their faces looking down at me, laughing and sneering. They were in their 'Sunday best' - a white shirt and a pair of black trousers tightly covering their thick thighs and buttocks (they had obviously outgrown them, but could not afford new ones). They unbuttoned their trousers and pulled them down (no underwear of course), sneering down at me... Then they just sat down to dump their loads on the prison pig. The one who had not been punished the night before sat above my face, his ass and cock so close they were touching my face. The other youth took his place above my cock.
It was not long before a couple of loud, smelly farts in my face heralded the imminent dumping of yesterday's recycled food. Trapped in the box, with my hands cuffed uncomfortably underneath me, I could not escape the foul smell as his hole slowly pushed open, releasing a couple of large heavy turds on to my mouth and nose. The two brothers sniggered as the second youth also farted a couple of times and dropped his shit on to my cock and belly. Their shit was followed by a long, heavy stream of strong morning piss, which they also found hilarious. After a couple more grunts and farts, they got up, pulled up their trousers without wiping their asses (no toilet paper here, of course) and, laughing uproariously, exited the foul outhouse. Alone once more in the dark, I shook off the turds resting on my mouth and nose into the pool of piss that had now risen a couple of inches more around me. The youth's shit was sticky, so there were traces still sticking to my lips and nose that I could not remove, with my hands locked beneath me.
The thought of spending the whole day in this stinking box of piss and shit made me shiver - after all, the farmer's friends would be arriving, and no doubt would need to use the 'toilet'. As I lay there mulling over these thoughts, I heard the outhouse door open and close again: it was the farmer - he peered down at me through the toilet seat as he slowly undid his belt, and dropped his trousers (he was not wearing underwear either, of course) and, still staring down at me aimed a strong stream of piss right at my face. I could do nothing but lie there letting the foul liquid pour over my face... Then he abruptly turned round and sat down on the toilet, his big ass pushing down on to my face, so that my nose was touching his stinking asshole. Unlike his sons, he took his time taking his morning shit. I lay there in silence, breathing his stink for a few minutes, before I heard him grunt and expel a couple of huge Farts... Silence again, then another grunt as the first of his big turds started to push its way out directly over my nose and mouth. If I turned away, my face would be submerged in the piss and shit, so I continued to lie face up, letting his hot, heavy turds plop on to my face and slither slowly to one side or the other. I was just a toilet, and that was the end of it. The Inspector had handed me over to these rough peasants, to be used as they wished. I would be made to work on the farm, then abused without mercy - they had paid a small some for my 'services', sold to them by the Inspector. Since I had given myself to the Inspector, he could do with me what he wanted, and it was no use me complaining or rebelling...
I lay there silently in the stink, as the farmer farted a couple more times into my mouth and nose. He got up without cleaning his hole, slowly pulled up his trousers looking down at me with a smirk on his face, and buckled his belt. Then he abruptly turned round and left the barn, banging the door behind him. As I lay there, I tried to shake off the farmer's turds, resting on my mouth and nose. Most of it fell to the side, but there were still sticky lumps of it that remained on my face. I fell asleep for a while, but was awakened by the sound of horses and carts arriving in the farmyard, and the sound of men laughing and talking - they sounded drunk already, so that when I heard the sound of bottles and glasses clinking I knew they could only get more drunk than ever...
After about an hour, I heard the barn door open, accompanied by the raucous sound of two men laughing and sniggering... Sure enough, one of them - a rough, burly man in his forties - arrived to peer down into the 'toilet' (the farmer had no doubt told them all about his new arrival from the prison) and when he saw me, roared with laughter, nonchalantly taking his cock out of his trousers and aiming a hot, powerful stream of beery piss at my helpless, shit-caked face. I closed my eyes and mouth against the flood, trying not to breathe, but the stream went on so long I eventually had to open my mouth to get some air (my nostrils were now blocked with the farmer's drying shit) and of course the hunter's strong piss soon filled it so that I couldn't breathe without swallowing it first. As I desperately swallowed the foul liquid and tried to breathe, another face peered down at me - another of the hunters obviously - and he too burst out laughing. As the first ruffian's stream dried up, he shook the last-few drops out on to my face and stuffed his no-doubt filthy cock back into his trousers, letting his friend take his place. The second man also took his foul member out of his trousers as his friend withdrew, leaving the barn. The second man aimed his piss straight at my mouth and nose, knowing that I would have open my mouth to breathe at some stage - and, sure enough, he waited till I opened my mouth before letting go his hot, stinking piss, which I had to swallow if I was not to choke.
Eventually, he stopped pissing - but did not leave the 'toilet'... Instead, looking down at me, he slowly undid his belt, pulled down his trousers and turned round, slowly sitting down on the toilet seat and spreading his big buttocks. He pushed down till he could feel his hole firmly planted on my mouth and sat there for a few moments. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but his weight was such that, by pushing his ass further down, my mouth was forced open, if only to breathe. My tongue could not help but brush against his unwashed hole from time to time, which elicited a grunt of satisfaction from him, followed by a couple of big farts, which, because I was desperately trying to breathe, also ended up down in my lungs with the little air I managed to gulp. Then I felt his hole spread open and the inevitable turd began to push its way out, into my forced-open mouth. This time, I could not turn, my face being trapped under his big ass, so the hot turd began to fill my mouth - and clearly there was going to be more, as I felt my mouth being filled, my cheeks bulging out. If he did not stop, I would choke... and he didn't stop... I had no choice - I had to chew and swallow, which was difficult because his weight made it difficult for me to bring my jaws together. Resistance was clearly futile, and, fighting the urge to throw up, I swallowed down the hunter's excrement as best I could. Occasionally, the flow of shit was interrupted to allow a couple of intervening farts. As I did my duty, I thought: if they all come into to piss and shit, the level of sewage in the box I was imprisoned in would certainly rise above my mouth and nose, and I would have to swallow more of it if I were not to drown... I shivered at the thought. There would be no escape from the toilet-box, as I was handcuffed and the box was locked from the outside. God only knew how long the farmer would keep me trapped inside, doing toilet duty for half a dozen rough peasants. I was doomed, I knew it, and serving these men would once more be my lot - now I was even further down the road to hell. Could my degradation get any worse? Slowly, the big hunter got up, pulling his trousers up over his big ass and fastening his belt. He then casually turned round to look down at me, smirking as he gobbed up a huge wad of spit and spat it down on to my face.... Then he just left, closing the barn door behind him.