JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating, but i had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench seats at either side: i would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged. His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away - i saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and forcefully away, back to the barn....
I lay on the floor of the cart, my beaten ass now plugged and locked once more, though spunk was still leaking out. It was no use worrying about that, since my hole was no longer under my control any more. As the cart bumped along the rough country road, my bladder began to send me urgent signals that it needed emptying of all the recycled piss that had been forced down my throat. i did not want to complain, because that was not my place, but if i didn't say something, i would not be able to hold it back much longer and it would all come flooding out over my belly and swill around inside the cart.
Finally, i broke my silence and tentatively asked the farmer if we could stop so i could piss. He ignored me, so i asked again, fearfully. Without looking back he pulled the cart to a halt, got up and turned round, looking angrily down at me... He stepped into the back of the cart, crouched down beside me and slapped my face hard several times, bringing tears to my eyes and muttering something about "prison pigs don't talk...!" He then took off his neckerchief, now soaked in his sweat, pulled open my jaw and shoved the filthy thing in and secured it in place with a piece of cord lying on the floor of the cart. My mouth was now filled with the taste of his sweat and of course i could no longer speak.
I groaned looking down at my cock, ringed to my navel, trying with my eyes to indicated that i was desperate to piss, but he just smiled wickedly and got back on the seat, cracked the whip and the horse moved on...
With all the bumping i could hold on no longer and piss started to trickle out of my imprisoned dick, finally becoming a torrent, pouring over my belly and chest and down on to the floor of the cart as i lay there helpless. Control over my cock and ass were no longer mine, i had been silenced by the filthy gag, i was no more than an animal. i knew he would be angry with me, but i consoled myself with the thought that he wanted me enough to 'borrow' me for a few days. As i lay there in my own piss, sloshing around in the bottom of the cart, i looked up at the farmer's big ass sitting on the rough wooden seat, knowing that my face would be spending a lot of time under it, knowing that my own ass was going to get thrashed mercilessly, since that was what made his cock hard enough to fuck me so brutally in front of the other boys and men. If he enjoyed thrashing my ass so much, he would no doubt have other tortures in mind with which to harden his cock...
i shivered in the cool evening air as the cart bumped along, naked and wet with my piss and gagged, my beaten ass throbbed and my plugged hole leaked spunk. Finally, the cart stopped at the man's farm. There was only one light that i could see as i got up as ordered and jumped down from the cart. The farmer pushed me in the direction of that light, which as i found out, was coming from the barn. He unlocked the door of the barn and pushed me in. With only one small paraffin lamp to see by, it was not easy to make out what was inside... but what i did see shocked me: there was a cage with iron bars, i guessed six feet square, set in the middle of the barn and in it were two other prison pigs - shaved as usual from head to foot - but there was one other man, who was not shaved - he was hairy! Slowly i realized that in fact he was one of the prison guards. My mind was spinning - what had he done to be so humiliated, treated like one of the prisoners he had been guarding? They were all of course naked and i could see they had been beaten on their backs, buttocks and thighs. Like me, the prison pigs were ringed at the neck, wrists and ankles (and of course their nipples) and their asses plugged and locked. The ex-guard was not ringed but his ass was plugged and locked. All three men's wrists were locked behind their backs and they were half-lying on the floor of the cage, which had quite a few turds lying on it.
When the farmer entered, they immediately stood up, at attention. i could see that their bodies and faces were streaked with shit. They stared out in front of them, not looking at me or the farmer - this was obviously the required form of behaviour when he was around. The farmer unlocked the door of the cage and shoved me in - stepping on a couple of the turds as i tried to regain my balance. i decided to turn and stand in line with the other two at attention, which seemed to please the farmer. There was very little room in the cage with four of us now in it, standing two in front and two behind. i was standing behind the ex-guard, noticing that his hairy ass had been recently beaten. The smell from the men's unwashed bodies was overpowering to me, having just come in from the fresh air...
He stood looking at us for a while as he pulled a cigar out of his pocket and slowly lit it. He looked at us one by one, pulled a knife out of one of his pockets, then snapped his fingers to the ex-guard and motioned for him to come out of the cage. Brandishing the knife threateningly, he shoved him over to a rough wooden table and bent him down over it. With a couple of ropes, the farmer secured the hairy guard to the table, legs spread and ankles tied to the table legs. We prison pigs stood silently, watching the guard's humiliation, his legs widely spread, exposing the butt plug up his hairy asshole. The farmer slowly unlocked the guard's butt-plug and pulled it out - from the shit all over it, the guard obviously had a load of crap up his hole, waiting to come out. The farmer studied the plug for a few seconds, and seemed satisfied (I later found out that he preferred to fuck an ass packed with shit). Then he got his filthy cock out, jerked it a bit and shoved it into the guard's ass - there was no need for spit, because the guard's hole had already been widely stretched by the plug and the shit did the rest.
The guard groaned through his gag, not so much from pain, but from the humiliation of being fucked like a dog in front of three prisoners he had been guarding only recently. The farmer banged into the strong guard's ass, looking down at his shit-covered cock as it went in and out, which seemed to excite him more. Eventually, the smell of his shit reached our noses, and of course the guard himself must have smelled it, knowing that his hole was leaking shit and that the farmer enjoyed using him this way, which was even more humiliating for him. Occasionally, the farmer would touch the guard's beaten buttocks with the lit end of his cigar, eliciting groans of pain from the gagged guard. Of course, he was securely tied down to the table, so the farmer knew there was no risk of any sudden or unnecessary physical reaction from the helpless guard.
With the weight of the farmer's big ass helping to bang his cock into the guard's shitty hole, the farmer made sure his cock got right up inside there, shoving the guard's shit back up into his guts. As the farmer neared his climax, he pulled back right out of the guard's hole and then rammed it in again hard, grunting as his spunk spewed out into the guard's guts. He stood there quietly recovering for a few moments, then nonchalantly stubbed his cigar out on the poor man's beaten (and fucked) ass. This time the ex-guard bucked wildly, screaming through his gag, but tied down to the heavy wooden table, his reactions had little effect... The farmer slowly pulled his cock out of the man's shaking ass and turned towards us, still standing at attention. A loud fart escaped from the shithole of the helpless guard, now groaning in pain and humiliation.
The farmer stood there with his semi-stiff, shitty cock hanging out of his overalls and dripping with spunk, looking at us one by one. Finally, he stopped at me, and i became afraid. He snapped his fingers at me, lighting another cigar. i stepped out of the cage and walked towards him as instructed. He removed my gag and threw it back into the cage among the turds lying on the floor of it - and of course, i knew what was expected and knelt down in front of the farmer to clean the guard's shit off his cock and balls. i did not dare to look up as my mouth and tongue did their duty, seeing the glint of the knife out of the corner of my eye. When the farmer was finally satisfied with my work, he put his cock back inside his overalls and motioned with the knife for me to get over to the guard. i moved over to him on my knees, till my face was directly behind his ass. Then the farmer shoved my face into the guard's stinking crack, so that i could clean him up too. As my tongue cleaned around his hairy hole, i could taste the farmer's spunk as some of it started to leak out. The farmer held my head firmly in place, making sure that i would get it all. More spunk started to leak out, mixed with shit, as my tongue pushed its way into the hole that the farmer had just fucked. After a couple of farts from the guard's hole, i could feel his shit begin to push its way out - shit that had been trapped up there for days, perhaps, as i did not know how long his hole had been plugged. i started to pull away, but the farmer kept my head held firmly in place. Clearly, i was going to be a toilet again, so, resigned to my position in life, i placed my open mouth around the guard's hole and waited...
It was only a few seconds before a huge load of shit filled my mouth, which i had to chew and swallow fast if i was not to choke. The filth from the guard's guts continued to push its way out into my waiting mouth, punctuated occasionally by some loud smelly farts, filling my nose and lungs. i did not want to anger the farmer - i did not want him to burn me as he had done to the guard (I had been branded by the Inspector on my ass and knew what agony it caused), so i was completely obedient to him, licking, cleaning, sucking, chewing and swallowing as best i could. Finally, the farmer released my head from the guard's stinking asscrack, untied him from the table and snapped his fingers to all of us in the direction of a wooden trough. When the other two pigs from the cage, the ex-guard and i got to it, he removed the gags from the others and threw them, like mine, back on to the shitty floor of the cage. i could see the trough contained water - or so i thought, but from the smell coming from it, it was mostly piss. Clearly, this would be our last drink before being locked up for the night, so, with our hands cuffed behind us, we lowered our heads like animals into the trough and drank as much as we could. As we drank, the farmer nonchalantly got his cock out again and pissed into our drink. Of course, this was the only drink we were going to get, so we had to be grateful.
Finally, with a kick to our balls from behind, we were ordered back in the cage. As he locked the iron barred cage, he barked at us that we had better get some rest, because tomorrow we would be put to work... He walked away, taking the paraffin lamp with him and leaving us in our cramped cage alone for the night. There was no room to lie down - we could only try to sit, with our sweaty, stinking bodies pressed up against each other, our balls aching from the kick they had just received. My face stank of the guard's ass, and the others (including the guard) said so, sniggering. The guard (whose sweaty body was pushed up against mine) was still groaning from the pain of having a cigar stubbed out on his beaten ass - he must have been very humiliated, being naked and treated like one of the prison pigs he had been abusing only recently - but different from us, because he was still hairy, while we were shaved and smooth. In a strange way, i felt sorry for him, with the taste of his shit still in my mouth...
After exchanging stories about our treatment since being hired out of the prison, we eventually fell asleep, handcuffed, naked, stinking and sitting in the crap on the bottom of the cage. As i drifted off to sleep, i thought: we had been allowed to drink, but not to piss...
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me - there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).