JOURNEY INTO NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JOURNEY INTO NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
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...
The Inspector looked down at the ex-guard's stiff cock and his face darkened... After all, the idea was to punish and humiliate him, but my tongue had done its work up his shithole, and he could no longer control his urges...
The Inspector approached the ex-guard menacingly and slapped his face several times, then spoke very quietly to him, so that we could not hear him (I was now back in the stinking cell with the other prisoners). I don't know what he said, but the ex-guard started pleading with the Inspector, begging him to be released, tears in his eyes, his cock now subsiding... But the Inspector just slapped his face again and laughed as two guards dragged him towards our barred cell, still manacled, unlocked the door and shoved the man in, locking the door behind him again. His two teenage sons were told to go and, as they approached the outside door, they looked back at their father, smiling, knowing that it would be some time before he would be home again, ready to beat them in his usual way. Would he ever do it again? After all, his ass had been beaten in front of their very eyes and their cocks had been up his shithole... and they had fucked him like an animal. How could he exert any authority over them now?
The thought that he would probably never beat them again comforted them as they went towards the outer prison gates. The guards started smirking and sniggering as they approached the guardroom, knowing what the boys had done to their former colleague. The boys shared the joke, grinning back at the guards, who patted them on the shoulder, now smiling and laughing openly, and invited them into the guardroom for schnapps. The boys were a bit nervous at first, looking at one another anxiously... but the three big guards were very friendly, so they didn't think they would have anything to fear.
Once they were inside, they heard the door close behind them as one of the guards produced a bottle of locally distilled alcohol, which he uncorked and passed to the boys, along with a packet of cigarettes. The lads took a swig from the bottle, spluttering a bit, since it was very strong, and lit up a cigarette. The bottle passed round from guard to guard, and back to the boys again. The guards laughed and joked about what had happened, asking the lads how they felt about it.
The boys, rather embarrassed, replied that it felt good, watching their father's ass getting thrashed so hard, since their father used to beat them so often that the marks would remain on their asses for days afterwards...
"Let's see!" said one of the guards.
The boys became a bit nervous, but the alcohol had its effect and one of the brothers dropped his pants and pulled up his shirt, giggling, to reveal the blue stripes on his well-whipped ass. One of the guards emitted a low whistle, admiring the boy's full, round buttocks. Encouraged by this admiration, his brother dropped his own pants, revealing a pair of equally full, round buttocks, also well striped from their father's last beating a few days ago.
The boys looked at each other nervously, having observed the growing bulges in the front of the guards' pants, which they were rubbing gently...
The lads were not so drunk that they didn't realise what was going on, and they started to pull their pants back up again, but the guards insisted that they keep them down, whispering something to each other about the English prisoner. One of the three guards was dispatched to go and get him...
The lads were hesitant, knowing what these men could do (and did). Two of the guards gestured for them to step out of their pants and remove their shirts. They were embarrassed, because the brown skid marks were clearly visible in the back of their pants, which was often pushed up the crack of their asses because they had really outgrown them and their father could not afford to buy them new ones. Their pants were not washed very often, because their mother only did the washing once a month and their T-shirts were very sweaty and grubby, too.
The two remaining guards suddenly grabbed the boys, whose intoxication prevented them from putting up much of a struggle. Each guard sat down with one of the lads on his lap and started fondling them obscenely, locking their mouths on the naked boys' lips, holding them in a vice-like grip with one arm and feeling their cocks and assholes with the other hand. The boys tried to pull away, but the sweaty guards were much stronger than they were, so their struggles were pretty pathetic, and only served to excite the men further...
Eventually, the boys gave up, submitting to what they knew was coming (they had after all seen it often enough in their young lives. The guards were even more aroused to know that they had the sons of their ex-colleague in their grip, naked and now submissive, that they were going to fuck the shit out of their fat little asses, that their father could do nothing about it, being locked up with the other prisoners, who would no doubt abuse him again and again.
As the guards' tongues forced their way into their mouths, the guards' hands groping their cocks and fingering their assholes, the boys knew that their father could not come to their rescue, since he too was now a low-life prisoner, no doubt having his ass and mouth used as a repository for the other prisoners' sperm and God only knew what else...
By the time the third guard returned with the naked, hairless English prisoner, his hands cuffed behind his back as usual, the boys were being bent over the table in the guardroom, ready to be buggered. The guards kicked their legs apart, undid their belts, pulled down their trousers over their big asses and spat on their hard, stinking cocks, and started to push them into the boys' smooth, pink holes. The alcohol helped them to relax, but still the guards' cocks were just a bit too long and fat for their holes. They started yelling, standing up involuntarily, but the big strong hands of their violators just pushed them back down again, groping and feeling their smooth bodies, pinching and twisting their nipples. They felt the hard, insistent cocks of the guards pushing further and further into them as they yelled and groaned, begging them: "Take it out! Take it out!"
But that was not going to happen... The boys could do nothing but submit to the invasion of their bodies, their shit channels opened up and stretched beyond endurance. One of the guards was fucking slowly, savouring the tight, sucking boyhole round his insistent, powerful cock. The other was more brutal, pistoning in and out of his young victim, who was thrashing around wildly, but pinned down by the invading weapon in his ass. His bowels were helplessly opened up by that weapon, and inevitably the shit started forcing its way out over the guard's cock and out of his ravaged hole. The English prisoner could smell the shit as it started to coat the guard's cock and balls, but it only seemed to excite the guard more, as he drove in and out fast and furiously.
The other guard looked down at his colleague's shitty cock and suddenly got more excited, deciding that he too wanted to make his victim open up his shit chute... So he started driving his cock into the boy's hole much faster than before, causing the lad to start yelling again (his yells had subsided to occasional groaning as his hole began to get used to being invaded by the man's cock). The technique had the desired effect: the boy's guts were no longer in his control -- they started churning and he could feel his shit forcing its way out, knowing that it was now coating his guard's cock. The smell was making him not only embarrassed, but nauseous... but there was absolutely nothing the boys could do, except let go and take it...
The third guard looked on at his colleagues' asses moving back and forth as they plunged into their victims, the smell of their shit hanging heavy in the air. He slowly unzipped his pants, without pulling them down, and got out his cock and slowly started playing with it. The English prisoner could smell the sweat, dried piss and cock cheese as he knelt quietly on the floor beside him. As he played with his filthy cock, the guard casually grabbed the prisoner's head, pulled it into his ass and farted... twice. He continued to hold the prisoner's face up against his big ass, encased in its well-worn uniform trousers, forcing him to breathe in the stink of his guts, which the English prisoner had by now got used to.
Then the third guard casually turned slightly (he wanted to continue watching the action of the others), pulled the prisoner's head by the neck away from his ass and on to his now hard dick, slick with precum and cheese. The prisoner opened his mouth dutifully, as he had done on so many other occasions, accepting the foul member as the guard face-fucked him brutally, excited by the buggering of the boys by his colleagues.
The boys' yells had now subsided to an occasional groan, and all that could be heard was the slapping of their tormentors' thighs as they banged against their buttocks. Their movements got faster and faster as they neared their climax, till finally first one guard then the other, almost simultaneously, spewed their spunk up the boys' shit-chutes, drilling in all the way up to the hilt, which made the lads yell again. The two guards lay atop the naked boys, shuddering as their spurting cocks began to subside.
The third guard pulled his throbbing cock out of the prisoner's mouth and wanked it till he spurted his cum all over the prisoner's face, leaving the last few drops to form new cheese and shoving his cock back into his trousers. Since the prisoner was still handcuffed, he could not wipe the spuge off his face, so it slowly dripped down, and would eventually dry off, leaving him stinking of his guard's dried spunk.
The other two guards slowly pulled out of the boys' now well-stretched holes, from which more shit was oozing out, mixed with their cock-slime. Their cocks were well-coated with the boys' shit, and, at a snap of their fingers, the prisoner knew his duty -- to clean off the boys' filth with his mouth and tongue: failure to do a good job of it would result in yet another beating, so the prisoner licked and sucked vigorously, swallowing down the boys' shit and the guards' cock juices...
The lads started to stand up slowly and painfully, but the guards just pushed them down again, which made them fear that more was to follow, but it was for their own benefit: the prisoner's face was pushed into their shitty asscracks to perform the same cleaning duties he had done for the guards' cocks.
The stink of shit, sweat and sperm assailed the prisoner's nose as his face was shoved into first one, then the other crack. But the prisoner knew his duty, and his tongue dove into their ravaged holes as shit and spunk oozed its way out into his mouth. One of the guards pulled the prisoner's head away from the ass he was cleaning, to check if he had done a good job... it wasn't that good (there was so much filth to clean up), but it would do, so his head was then shoved into the adjacent ass to clean up. Both lads groaned appreciatively as they felt the prisoner's tongue pushing its way into their stretched and throbbing holes. This at least was some consolation for the humiliation and degradation they had endured.
Finally, the prisoner was kicked to the ground by one of the guards when it seemed he had done enough. The boys slowly stood up, looking at each other nervously as the guards threw their dirty, sweaty clothes at them and told them to get dressed. As they did so, the third guard spoke to them quietly:
"Your father -- he beats you, yes?" The boys nodded, embarrassed.
"He is coming out of jail in a couple of weeks, and he's going to be real mad. I think he's gonna beat the shit out of you two, for no reason... just 'cos he's mad. You can imagine what the other prisoners are doing to him right now, can't you?" Again the youths nodded nervously...
"But we can make sure he leaves you alone..." The boys were getting more nervous now, half-guessing what the deal would be...
"Would you like that?" The youths looked at one another, not knowing what to say...
"I SAID: DO YOU WANT US TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T BEAT YOU AGAIN?" Again, the boys hesitated to answer...
"OK," the guard began with a sigh: "Your problem... now fuck off!" With that, the guard went to the door of the guardroom, grabbing one of the boys by the neck and shoving him along, opened the door and pushed him out, snapping his fingers to the other youth and gesturing him to follow his brother. The youth slowly obeyed, and exited the door. But he was beginning to have second thoughts... he turned round to speak to the guard, but the door was slammed in his face. He spoke to his brother: "Look, if they can stop the fucker thrashing us - you know what it's like every weekend, when he comes home drunk as usual and thrashes us, Friday, Saturday and especially Sunday. Maybe the deal's not so bad... having a cock up our shitholes is better than the belt and cane, isn't it?"
"We could just run away..."
"Yeah, but we're not sixteen yet, and he's a cop -- he would know how to find us, then we'd be in even deeper shit..."
"Suppose so..."
"Whichever way you look at it, we're fucked, at least till we're sixteen... and I'll be sixteen a year before you are..."
With a sigh, his brother nodded... "OK, let's see what the deal is -- but you know they're gonna want to fuck shit out of us, regular and often, don't ya?"
"Sure, but like I said, it's better than getting beat up every single weekend, isn't it?"
"OK, OK, let's find out what these fuckers want..."
The elder brother knocked tentatively at the guardroom door...
One of the guards yelled from inside: "FUCK OFF, YOU HAD YER CHANCE!!!"
"P-please," the elder brother pleaded, "we just wanna talk..."
"WHAT COULD YOU LITTLE FUCKERS SAY THAT COULD POSSIBLY INTEREST US?!" yelled the voice from within...
"We... we wanna know what the deal is. I mean, you said something about stopping our dad beating us..." The youths looked nervously at one another...
There was silence, during which they could hear groaning, obviously from the prisoner they still had inside... Then they heard footsteps as one of the men came to the door and opened it...
"SO? WHAT D'YA WANT?"
"We wanna know what the deal is... I mean, you said..."
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!!!"
"But... but what do we have to do if you stop the beatings?" Finally, the glowering guard began to smile...
"Come on lads, you're not stupid. You KNOW what we want -- or do I have to spell it out to you?"
The youths nodded slowly...
"OK, get your asses in here and we'll make things VERY clear..."
(To be continued...)