Chain Gang 2
By
Cager
Having a ring inserted in my nose was only the first of the piercings - but it was the one that broke me. All the rest? The nipples, scrotum, ball sack, Prince Albert? These things... just happened to me. It's not that I didn't feel them - of course I did with nothing to dull the pain. But the mind dulls the pain when you have been so thoroughly dehumanised as I had been - you go onto another plane, another level of consciousness. You kinda float above it all, like your mind soars up to the ceiling and looks down at what is happening. It's you down there and yet not you - a physical you, just a body. That's how you survive, that's how you get by, that's how you survive and endure all the whippings and kicking and slaps and cattle prods that lie before you. You learn to get into that space. It's been forced on you now --simply cos of the unrelenting nature of it - a piercing, another and another - all without regard for any feeling you might have. But if you're smart you learn the lesson. They've taken you to a place you can retreat to when the going gets rough - into a place that rises above the pain and the humiliation. They've shown you how to survive this hell-hole.
It wasn't quite over yet though they had no trouble from me again that night. I was broken and in despair. The 'blacksmith' produced lengths of heavy chain and welded one end to the D ring of my metal collar. A smaller chain was welded on the rings of each metal cuff and another chain between each metal anklet. Then all the chains were welded to a heavy metal ring which banged against my chest. My hands rested at about chest level; the chain between my anklets only permitted me to shuffle. So shuffle I did, the chains clanking as I moved, out of the door and along the corridor.
A huge metal door was unlocked, a light switched on and I was pushed in. It was a huge cell, really more like a dungeon; there seemed to be no windows. The walls were brick, unpainted, the floor stone with no covering. As the light flicked on a number of bodies stirred and looked in my direction. There were about a dozen guys in that dungeon, all around my age, late teens or early twenties. They were lying on the floor on top of straw, with a rough blanket between each one and the straw. All of them were shaven-headed like me, all were in heavy metal bondage and all chained by the neck to the wall. But their bondage differed. Some were in the same weight of irons as I was but there were two in much heavier irons. And there were a couple in strange contraptions, rigid irons which permitted no movement at all. One poor boy had the metal collar, cuffs and anklets that I had but also an extra collar fixed to an iron triangular frame which was also attached to his wrists and his ankles, forcing him into a sitting position which he could not move from. They stared at me listlessly and then most simply looked away, bored.
I was dragged across the dungeon to a vacant place on the opposite wall where a chain attached to an iron ring embedded in the wall was quickly padlocked to my collar. It didn't allow me much movement but I could at least lie down on the straw, unlike some of the others. The light was switched off and the door clanged shut and was securely locked. There was no light at all and I lay there holding my breath, waiting for someone to speak to me but no one did. I fidgeted a little at first, trying to get comfortable. The metal felt so heavy and the chains had added a lot to the weight. I felt that the metal collar was too tight and I had visions of choking but the panic passed. My chains clanked with every move I made until a harsh voice to my left said, 'Quit shiftin' around slave!' and I lay still, wondering if I would ever be able to sleep....
But I drifted off, eventually. Despite my apprehensions as to what would happen to me, despite lying on a cold stone floor with only a few handfuls of straw between me and it, I was exhausted and slept soundly - so soundly that I didn't hear the door being unlocked or the clank of chains around me as my fellow slaves woke up. A metal-capped boot hit my side and as my eyes opened in alarm the chain attaching my collar to the wall was pulled upward. I made it to my knees and was struggling to stand upright when a voice, I recognised it as Bob's, said, "Just stay right where you are, slave; you've a duty to perform." His cock, thick and uncut, was bouncing around in front of my face. "Open your fucking mouth, slave." I stared up at him blankly. Grabbing my face, he pressed until my mouth opened. I waited for the cock to plunge into it, guessing that cocksucking must be the duty I was expected to perform. He bent down and spat into my mouth.
"I always spit before I piss, slave, spit in a pisser. It's a new boy's honour to be used as a toilet until the next one arrives here. Might be a day, might be a week; one slave was the guards' toilet for almost a month when we had some lily-livered liberal in the courts. You're our new toilet until the next consignment arrives. And you don't drink it I'll piss all over you and on your space here, all over that straw, so that you'll be living in piss. Better to drink it, slave..." Put like that, I knew I had no option and he stuck his dick in my mouth and let loose. I gulped down most of it.
"You'd better learn to do better than that, toilet boy. Some of my buddies aren't so indulgent as I am."
While this was taking place, other guards were busy unlocking the slaves from the wall; even the guy in the triangular contraption was released from it and led out with the others. I stood up, expecting to be released too but Bob said, "No, slave, you don't get to join the others till your new post has passed on to another. You stay put, chained to the wall and waiting toilet duty. Any of the guards need to piss or shit, they'll come here to get you. That means when this door opens you get on your fucking knees and open your slave mouth and wait to be used. Simple really, not too many rules for you to have to learn; and you needn't worry about being bored, chained up here on your own - you'll have plenty of visits...."
to be continued....