Copyright: Beastmaster42.
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JOURNEY INTO NIGHT
CHAPTER FOUR
Once all the prisoners had been caned, food and water were brought to the cell: bread, some cold meat and pickled cabbage. The water was in a large urn, the food in large aluminium trays. Each prisoner helped himself, eating with his hands and drinking out of the couple of tin cups left there for their use. I was still handcuffed and could neither eat nor drink. Karl paid no attention to me as he helped himself to the food with the others. When they had all finished, the inspector issued some instructions to the guards: they came into the cell, tipped out the scraps from the large tray into the bucket which served as a toilet for the men, which the guards then pissed into... The inspector spoke to me:
"Now you eat!"
I was horrified. Handcuffed, I would have to kneel down and fish out the half-chewed scraps from the stinking piss in the shit-bucket. I could not, I just could NOT... But Karl knew the inspector, and what he could do if he was not obeyed, so he pushed me towards the bucket on the floor, and pushed me to my knees and - firmly but gently - pushed my face down into the stinking mess. He held my mouth and nose down below the surface of the frothy piss, so that I had to drink fast if I were not to choke.
Eventually, with most of the piss drunk, I could breathe again, and noticed to my horror that there were bits of the prisoners' shit still in the bucket, now mixed with the half-chewed scraps of food they had discarded. Karl still held my head firmly down in the mess...
"EAT!" the inspector barked.
I felt sick and tried to lift my head up out of the bucket, but Karl just pushed it back in, so that my face was now surrounded by bits of shit and 'food'. Slowly, I opened my mouth, tasting the foul shitty mess that was to be my breakfast. I chewed and swallowed, feeling my stomach churning. Handcuffed, naked, shaved and beaten, I was in no position to resist, so I got on with it as fast as possible.
Eventually, when I had consumed the entire filthy mess, Karl released his grip and pulled my head out of the toilet bucket, but left me kneeling in front of it. The inspector just looked at me coldly and smiled...
"Now you learn how to be good prisoner! You dirty western pig! When magistrate come next month, you will be VERY good boy!"
"Please... Inspector... take off my handcuffs..." I stuttered once more.
"I tell you before, maybe tomorrow. But now you ask me again, it will be one more day! DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN, PIG!"
The inspector turned round and went out of the door, followed by the guards. Karl turned me round to face him:
"Now you learn be good prisoner! You be good to all other prisoners, and we be good to you! If not..." and with this, he suddenly pinched my defenceless nipples, twisting them and pulling them painfully upwards till I had to stand on tiptoe... "if not, we TEACH you!". I knew what that meant...
The cell was now less crowded, since ten of the prisoners had been released after being flogged, so there was a little more room. Some of the men sat on the large bucket and took a shit, farting loudly to the amusement of the others. Karl was idly toying with my painful nipples. There was no toilet paper of course, so after shitting the men just got up again and walked towards us. One of them grabbed me by the neck, pulling me away from Karl, and pushed me to my knees. He turned round and pulled my face into the crack of his arse, which now stank of his recent shit. Shit still stuck to his hole and he clearly wanted it cleaning up - handcuffed and defenceless, Karl stood behind me, pushing my face firmly into to the large backside in front of me, making sure my tongue did its duty...
By now I had grown used to the smell, the stink of these men. While I was in this hell-hole, they were my family. The smell of their unwashed feet, cocks, armpits and arses would be my constant reminder that I was now nothing more than a dirty stinking prisoner like them, that my tongue, mouth and arsehole would be used again and again for their pleasure. Karl had claimed me as "his boy", but he enjoyed seeing me degraded and punished, so I could not expect any mercy from him. In a strange way, this domination over me, the exercise of authority - however perverse and brutal - over me seemed so... right, somehow. I had been a fucking little bastard as a child, a total pain in the arse to my family and friends, and now I was getting the discipline I should have had a long time ago! I was going to learn respect for these tough, brutal men whether I liked it or not....
I was disturbed from my thoughts when the man whose hole I was cleaning suddenly pulled away, turned round and stuffed his half-hard, cheesy cock in my mouth. My head was still being held fast by Karl, and the other man just jerked his cock into my mouth till he came, spewing his sticky spunk into my mouth. His cock was so big and pushed in so far I nearly choked. When he had finished, he pulled the filthy thing out and I swallowed his spunk, grateful that I could breathe normally once more. Karl had been so excited by this that he roughly pulled me to my feet, rammed me up against the bars with my back to him and fucked my hole savagely. He pounded his cock in and out of me, banging me against the bars while the other prisoners laughed, egging him on to give it to me good and hard.
I did not know how much more of this filth and degradation I could endure - I thought that Karl would be my friend, after all, I had taken twenty extra strokes of the cane for him. But he just continued to bang his cock into me, battering my beaten buttocks mercilessly as he did so. With my face pushed up against the bars, he did not see my tears of pain and rage against what was being done to me.
One of the guards came back in and, seeing me being buggered, sauntered over towards our cell. Karl did not stop - after all, this was a 'normal' activity in this hell-hole. He stood in front of me, on the other side of the bars, looking into my tear-filled eyes. Then he just grabbed my nipples through the bars, pulling them through the bars and twisting them agonisingly. I was blubbing like a baby now, helpless to defend my naked body against their assaults....
Seeing the guard attacking my tits just seemed to excite Karl even more, and he buggered my defenceless rump even more furiously than before. I cried out in pain and humiliation, but the guard just smiled at me. As I looked down I could see his cock was stiffening in his uniform trousers... I knew that it would not be long before the filthy thing would be shoved into my mouth or my shithole - my degradation would not be over when Karl had finished with me...
Karl, with one last furious shove, shot his load into me, waited a few seconds, then pulled his weapon out roughly.... He whirled me round, pushed me to my knees and stuck his stinking, shit-streaked cock into my mouth for cleaning, holding my shaved head firmly between his two big hands. I did my by now customary duty, licking his balls clean too. I had to admit he knew how to master me, because I did not feel much urge to resist him - in fact, I was horrified to see that my own cock was stiffening...
He saw it too, and just laughed... then he turned round, pulled my face into the crack of his arse and let go a huge fart. The other prisoners and the guard laughed as they saw that my semi-erection was not going down...
It was then that I realised what my true degradation was: this filthy treatment of me by the prisoners and the guards actually made my cock hard, in spite of myself. It was then that I realised that the punishment and unspeakable degradation, which were to be my lot for at least the next months, were provoking me to an erection! I was now a filthy, stinking animal, just like them - and I could not hide my stiff cock from their eyes. I was exposed, naked and handcuffed, and my cock revealed the truth of what I had become: nothing more than a piece of shit, to be used, soiled, beaten and humiliated in front of brutal, violent men. This fact horrified me as I inhaled the stink from Karl's arsehole... and kissed it lovingly, pushing my tongue into his filthy hole. He gave a satisfied grunt as he pulled my face even more tightly into his crack so that my tongue could do its duty more efficiently...
It was the end of my innocence (if you could call it that): now began my journey into the depths of depravity. These two days of horror and filth had turned me into what I now am - a low-down, stinking slave.