JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
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...).
During our few bits of conversation, we asked the ex-guard why he was in here, being treated like one of us - it transpired that he had been shortchanging the Inspector on the "rents" paid by the local farmers for their prison pigs. When he found out, the Inspector ordered the guard stripped, bound and beaten in front of the other prisoners, after which he was fucked by the other guards - still in front of the prisoners - as an example to any other guards who might have had similar ideas. He was then thrown into the cell with the other prisoners, but not shaved - this was so it would be clear that he was once a guard. The Inspector said he would restore him to his previous position, but only after he had been hired out for a while to one of the farmers.
i felt sorry for him - after all, in this country even the guards' meager pay was barely enough to survive on, and he had a wife and two young teenage sons to support. Nevertheless, the Inspector was not to be trifled with, and his word was law. It was strange to me as the guard spoke softly, relating his story in deep embarrassment, not really wanting to tell us, but knowing that we would find out anyway - yes, it was a strange feeling knowing that i had cleaned out his shithole and that my guts were now reprocessing his shit and the farmer's jism... my face stank of his sweaty, shitty asscrack, and he knew it. What he did not know was that worse humiliation was to follow for him next morning...
After an uncomfortable night trying to sleep with our stinking bodies pushed up against each other, dawn broke and the barn door opened to reveal the farmer once more, clad only in a pair of dirty overalls and menacingly carrying a cane. He walked over to our cage as we struggled to stand up at attention, as required. But he did not release us - he merely got his cock out and pissed all over us with strong morning piss. He told us the Inspector would be coming soon - my heart starting beating faster, knowing that i would at least be able to see the man who really possessed me and had taught me my true destiny. i hoped that he would take me back to where i knew i belonged - as a pig in his prison or in his lonely house in the forest.
After a couple of farts, the farmer shook the last drops of piss from his stinking cock and shoved it back into his overall. Then he unlocked the cage, motioning us over to the trough again and ordered us to drink, which we did kneeling with our hands still manacled behind us. When he considered we had had enough, a swift kick to the balls brought us to our feet again, standing to attention...
He nodded in the direction of our cage, now filthy with pools of piss and a few squashed turds lying in them. He barked at us to clean it up, since the Inspector would be coming soon. We looked at each other, a bit puzzled. How would we do that, with our hands still manacled behind us? With slashes of the farmer's cane to our buttocks and thighs, we soon go the picture - the job would be done with our mouths and tongues, and FAST, or else....
With feelings of revulsion, we got down on our knees in front of the open cage and started lapping up the stale piss and shit, trying not to throw up. If the farmer thought we were slowing down, he would slash at our asses with the cane until we showed more enthusiasm. We were truly pigs now... embarrassment, shame, humiliation, revulsion were feelings we were not entitled to any more. The guard was the one who found it most difficult to perform these pig duties, but the farmer gave him extra severe strokes of the cane to get him used to his new position: by the time we had cleaned up the cage, the poor guard's back, ass and legs were covered in large red welts... and there were tears in his eyes.
The farmer once more ordered us to attention, and as we stood, manacled, our faces streaked with piss and shit from the floor of the cage, he picked up the gags that had been lying on the pissy, shitty floor, and stuffed them back into our mouths, securing them firmly in place with some thick cord. Then we were marched out into the barnyard. The dazzling sunlight hurt our eyes as we were herded into line to await the arrival of the Inspector.... We waited under the hot sun for what must have been an hour with our kicked balls aching before he arrived - my guts were churning because i desperately needed to shit, but my hole was plugged, like the others. The piss on our bodies and faces dried in the sun, making us stink worse than ever. The farmer casually lit up a cigar, and went about his various tasks, occasionally coming out to make sure we were still at attention.
Finally, in the distance we heard the sound of a car approaching along the dusty track to the farm. As it approached i could see it was driven by the Inspector accompanied by a couple of guards from the prison. The car swept into the yard, and its doors swung open: the Inspector and the guards got out as the farmer emerged from the cool shade of his house. The Inspector and the farmer shook hands and exchanged a few words as the farmer offered him and the two guards some freshly-made coffee (coffee! How i would have loved some right now to wash away the taste of the pissy, shitty gag in my mouth!).
Eventually, the men came over to us, the prison pigs, and from what they were saying, i learned that the ex-guard and i were to be taken back to the prison, leaving the other two to work on the farm.
The boot of the car was opened and the prison guards hustled the ex-guard and me to get in, which we did with some difficulty, as our hands were still manacled behind us. The space was very cramped, and it would only accommodate the two of us if we lay down like 'spoons', in foetal position, but with my face pressed into the guard's plugged ass and the back of his head up against my cock and balls. One of the guards then banged the lid of the boot shut. After a few more words, we heard the doors of the car open and shut, the engine start up, and then we moved off...
The atmosphere was stifling in the boot as the car drove along the bumpy track, and we both were dripping in sweat. Because of the cramped space, i could not move my face away from the ex-guard's whipped ass, and it was not long before a few farts managed to escape from his plugged hole (obviously he desperately needed a shit, like me). i groaned through my gag, but he just sniggered as i was forced to breathe in the stink of his guts.
The car bumped along the deserted country roads with its load of filthy pigs in the back for about half an hour, till it finally drew to a halt - from the sounds of heavy iron gates opening and shutting coming from outside, it was obvious we were back at the prison. The doors of the car opened and banged shut, and we could hear the Inspector talking with the prison guards...
Suddenly the car boot was opened and we were ordered to get out of our stinking hole. This was virtually impossible, as we were both still manacled. So a couple of the guards manhandled us roughly out, marched us into the prison once more, along corridors of cells watched by the other prisoners, to the central reception area, where we were stood to attention, the piss-soaked gags still in our mouths. The Inspector looked us up and down, naked and stinking as we were, and casually lit up a cigar.
As I mentioned, my companion the ex-guard, did not know that worse humiliation was to follow for his 'crime'...
After a few moments while the Inspector puffed on his cigar, the door to an inner room opened and two teenaged youths appeared, hustled forward by a guard - they were the ex-guard's sons... The ex-guard groaned through his gag and tried to turn away, but he was held firmly in place by a couple of warders. The Inspector and the other guards smiled at the spectacle of the boys facing their own father - naked, gagged, manacled and, from the marks on his ass and legs, clearly beaten.
The youths were clearly shocked, their eyes opening wide and their mouths falling open.
The inspector spoke (I now understood and spoke their language), making an announcement to all the guards and the prisoners behind their bars:
"This guard thought he was clever - he thought he could outsmart me - he stole my money. Under the law, prisoners can be hired out to earn their keep - they must work! You don't get a roof over your heads and food to eat for nothing - you ARE nothing, but if we HAVE to keep you alive, and that's a waste of good money in my opinion, then you will earn your bread... But THIS guard stole the money that pays for your bread and shelter, so he will be punished in front of all of you, prisoners and guards. The punishment will be witnessed by his two brats, as a warning to them too..."
The Inspector nodded to the guards who were holding him still to bend him over the table. They held him firmly down while another guard spread his legs and tied his ankles to the table legs, while the Inspector calmly puffed on his cigar...
Once he was firmly secured, the Inspector calmly unlocked the plug from his hole and pulled it out roughly, followed by a couple of farts and a bit of shit... Then he and two other guards calmly took off their belts and, at a nod from the Inspector, began lashing at the man's back, buttocks and thighs (as if he had not been beaten enough!). He groaned through his piss-soaked gag as his two teenage sons watched in horror. They shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, trying not to look... but their eyes kept being drawn irresistibly back to the beating that never seemed to end... What the Inspector did not know was that their father had always been quick to use the belt himself at home, in fact seemed to take rather too much pleasure in beating his sons' naked asses, and that they felt quite excited at the sight of him getting a taste of his own medicine... They watched as their father's hairy ass wobbled and shook under the slashing belts... they could see his dirty asshole clearly since his legs were widely spread and tied to the table legs... and the helpless victim knew it, feeling ashamed and embarrassed knowing that his humiliation was being watched by the very lads he himself had beaten so regularly.
Eventually, the lads gave up pretending to be embarrassed at the sight of their father's punishment, and stared unashamedly at his naked body, the red welts that covered his back, ass and legs, his cock and balls swinging between his spread legs, his sweaty, recently-fucked asshole (which I had had to clean up the night before after he was fucked by the farmer)...
In fact, I could see through their tightly-stretched pants (they were obviously growing fast) that their cocks had begun to stiffen...
After about quarter of an hour of punishment, the Inspector nodded to the other two to stop... The poor man was sobbing like a child through his pissy gag and tears rolled down his cheeks. The Inspector quietly stubbed out his cigar on the man's beaten ass, as the farmer had done the night before, but this time on a different spot. The man screamed through his gag, but the boys' cocks continued to bulge through their overly-tight pants... Clearly, they were enjoying the spectacle.
Then the Inspector took out his stiff cock and nonchalantly rammed it up the ex-guard's hole and fucked him brutally, while the victim groaned again through his gag. It was not long before the Inspector grunted and shot his load up the victim's ass. He pulled out with a satisfied smirk and, turning towards me, snapped his fingers in a gesture that clearly meant "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN MY COCK"! I dutifully did so, after my gag had been removed by one of the guards. The Inspector shoved his shit and spunk-smeared cock into my mouth for cleaning, which i did with alacrity, also licking his sweaty balls for good measure. When the Inspector was satisfied, he pulled his smelly cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in his trousers. He turned round to face the other guards and nodded to them to proceed likewise, giving the victim another two fuckings... I was still kneeling, this time behind the Inspector's large, muscular ass, and stayed there until ordered otherwise. The big ass was only an inch from my nose, and I longed to bury my face in that sweaty trench, but did not dare to move. As I stared at the Inspector's ass I could hear the noises of the ex-guard being fucked hard and rough by the other two guards. From the corner of my eye I could see his two sons staring hard at the scene and gently rubbing their stiff cocks through their tight pants.
The Inspector obviously noticed this too, because when the guards had finished with him, he invited the lads to fuck their father's ass. The Inspector moved away from me as I continued to kneel, and I could see that the lads were a bit uncertain, looking uncomfortably at one another. But, at a nod from the Inspector, the guards walked over to them, pulled off their sweaty shirts, pulled down their pants, and pushed them towards their father's ass, now well lubricated with the three men's jism. the lads' cocks were now harder than ever it seemed, so clearly the Inspector knew what he was doing. Since neither of them could decide who would go first, the Inspector shoved one of them right into the helpless victim's ass and nature took its course... the lad guided his cock into the hot, glistening hole and shoved it in and out hard and fast. The man continued to groan even louder through his gag at the humiliation of being fucked by his own son in front of the other guards and prisoners...
It was not long before the youth shot his load into his father's guts, to be replaced by his brother who likewise did not take long to shoot his load. The Inspector patted them both on their naked shoulders, looking down at their shit-streaked cocks and nodding in my direction... Once again my mouth was filled with the taste of the ex-guard's ass as my mouth was put to cock-cleaning duty again... Once they were clean enough, the Inspector motioned me over to the ex-guard's fucked and beaten ass, for the final clean-up... I hobbled over on my knees, my hands still manacled behind me. The stink of shit, ass sweat and spunk assailed my nose as the Inspector pushed my face into the ex-guard's crack...
"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT AND STICK IT WHERE IT BELONGS!" he barked at me. I obeyed my Inspector, tasting the ass of the man who had once been my guard, mixed with the spunk of the Inspector, two guards and his two sons... there was a lot to swallow down, but I did my duty as the ex-guard's groans grew softer and changed in tone as his own cock began to swell, betraying the pleasure he was taking in my work...
When the Inspector was satisfied that I had done enough, he ordered the guards to shove me back in my cell and released the ex-guard from the table. The two guards who had held him down by his shoulders stood him up to face his sons. The worst humiliation of all perhaps, since his big smelly cock was hard as iron now after my tongue had been up his shit-chute, and he could not hide it from the two lads as his hands were also still manacled behind him. They stared at it in fascination as they fumbled to put their clothes back on...