I learned several things quickly that night in the dog-cage. I learned that a night on bare metal and you not being able to stretch was itself a form of torture. Everything hurt. Even if I could get used to the clamps they'd attached to me and even the weight attached to my balls, the broken matchstick stuck up my penis was an unendurable agony. That matchstick agony was also made worse by having my hands free but not being allowed to touch myself – I knew these boys well enough now that the threat to cut off my hand was serious and would be carried out a bit at a time. I was in fact terrified to sleep in case I touched myself accidentally.
The frat-boys mostly dispersed after I was put in the cage. One or two came in to piss on me or to piss into my water supply, a plastic bowl which I had been assured hadn’t been washed since Master Jacoby had vomited in it a few days before - and indeed there were some very unpleasant solid bits in the water.
Eventually, I could even hear distant snoring. The night passed slowly.
My next day’s hell started pre-dawn when two of the boys, Master Jacoby and the Frat leader, were heading out for a training run. They came in noisily, switched on my light, and unlocked my cage. “Out of the cage and on your back, filth-slave. Now!". It was the frat leader who was unlocking the cage.
My whole body was stiff from the tortures of the day before and it was agony to move my ball-weight – I was warned “Keep your hands off that ball-weight, slave – pull it with your balls or we’ll cut them off here and now”. I struggled out of the cage and lay on my back as ordered.
Without any more ado, first the Frat leader and then Master Jacoby squatted over me and took their morning dumps on my face. The stench and the pure humiliation of realising that I was a frat-boy toilet, along with the pain in my dick from that horrible broken matchstick, made me cry. No sympathy of course. “Eat our shit”, said the frat leader “the whole fucking lot”. “
A good breakfast for a filthy criminal slave”, said Master Jacoby.
They started to walk away. “Please, Masters, I need to piss terribly, please Sirs take out the matchstick”.
Master Jacoby walked over to me. My face was covered in his and the Frat leader's shit. There was shit in my mouth and sliding down my throat. I was still lying face-up. Master Jacoby was wearing running shoes. He used his right shoe to push my tortured penis on to my lower stomach so its whole length was exposed and then he stamped on it. The pain as he ground his shoe into my dick, the agony as the matchstick inside it broke up, was so terrible that I made the mistake of trying to pull away. “No you don’t, criminal slave: you take this punishment for begging – that matchstick is turning to fucking splinters – the pain will last for days. Learn from this punishment.” Then he stamped and ground my poor penis some more, and I could feel the matchstick disintegrating and bits of it digging into my sensitive urethra. After a couple of minutes, Master Jacoby decided he’s done enough. He and the Frat leader drifted away to go on their training run.
I was left in unimaginable pain. Blood seeped from my pisshole. My penis was crushed and bruised everywhere right down to the root.
The frat leader put his head back round the door “10 minutes to finish that shit, slave – I'm watching on the cam and I’ve got a timer on my phone, fuckface”.
I really didn’t want to find out what would happen if I didn’t eat their shit, so I tried to ignore the pain in my crushed dick, and to swallow as much as possible of their shit without chewing and without tasting. It was disgusting but nothing, I believed at the time, would ever compare with the sheer horror of Master Wang’s filthy diarrhoea from the day before. Then I came across its equal, some hard lumps only an inch or two across in what I think had been Master Jacoby’s mainly runny shit. I couldn’t swallow the lumps whole, so I had no alternative but to bite into them. These vile shit-lumps seemed to contain leaves and stringy sections, perhaps bits of undigested vegetables which had gone right through Master Jacoby basically unchanged and now formed these unswallowable lumps in his shit. I chewed into them. Eventually, hard pieces of shit fell away so I could swallow them, but they left behind the leaves and strings from something Master Jacoby must have eaten the previous day, a salad perhaps. They were slimy and unchewable and they stuck to the roof of my mouth and my tongue. I desperately wanted to spit them out but I remembered the cam and didn’t dare. I wanted to get the repulsive turd-remains out of my mouth and away from my taste-buds, but I couldn’t make myself swallow them either. I closed my eyes. I tried to force myself to swallow. They started to slide down my throat but I retched them back into my mouth. The taste was worse than ever.
Even with the horrible slave-lumps that were supposed to settle it, my stomach started to rebel at the sheer quantity and repulsiveness of these two frat-boys' morning shits. I was starting to retch again when Master Wang came in with another Frat-boy, long-haired, lanky and smoking a cigarette. I didn’t recognize the new Frat-boy, but I would soon learn to fear him.
I tried not to puke and I was desperate to swallow the Master Jacoby's leaves and strings. Eventually, the harder shit-lumps softened, and I did manage to swallow most of the remains of Master Jacoby’s dump, but I couldn’t stop some shitty liquid coming out of my mouth and settling on my face, as I still lay naked and face-up.
It turned out that the new Frat-boy with Master Wang hadn’t been around the previous day, but I guess he knew how to treat a puking criminal slave. “Turn over. Face down. Twenty with the cane for puking up Frat-boy shit, criminal slave. You should learn to treasure our shit, fucker. After the caning, it’s clean-up time and then get-fucked time."
“I don’t think you realise, slave, what ‘get-fucked time’ means when we do it”, Master Wang added casually. “We do it together. We’re buddies. We fuck your brains out at exactly the same time.” Then he looked at they new frat-boy and they both giggled: “It won’t be able to walk afterwards, so it’ll be fun when they force it to do exercises with that dildo – I don’t know if they’ll use the barbed wire one yet – it may just be the wooden one – but it’ll be fun anyway.”
“Charlie knows how to make it exercise by using his burning fucking cigar on its nasty little dick and balls”.
“It’s the new kids today, I think, but they seem to know how to make it scream anyway.”
I had forgotten about turning over. Both boys had stripped off their shorts by now and were standing over me. I was mesmerised by the two dicks hanging above my face. Both pretty big and fully erect. I couldn’t think how I would survive the two of them up my asshole at the same time.
“Five extra with the canes, and bigger canes,” said Master Wang, “for not turning over when you’re told, criminal slave. I thought you learned yesterday that disobedience has bad consequences ... “. Too late, I struggled on to my front on the shit-slippery floor and screamed as I unintentionally crushed my tortured dick under my stomach. I pushed it back, exposing it to the two young Masters.
“Fuck, what happened to that?”, asked the new Frat-boy pointing to my bruised and twisted dick, and he kicked both my dick and balls to show Master Wang what he meant. I screamed again.
“Haha - someone’s done a job on the criminal slave” and he pointed at my dick “There’s a bit of the matchstick someone shoved up its dirty little dick yesterday – it's so fucking disgusting – look, there’s piss dribbling out with bits of blood and, haha, one of the bits of matchstick.” Then he turned to me “Extra 5 for the mess, criminal slave – 30 in total – here they come”.
They had picked up heavy canes. They were going to have fun with my 30 strokes.
For the first dozen or so, they simply stood each side of me and took turns. The big canes they were using for extra punishment smashed into the half-healed welts from the day before. the constant and increasing pain took my breath away.
Then Master Wang put his boot on my left buttock and pulled it towards him. The new Frat-boy, apparently French and called “Thierry” did the same with my right buttock. Master Wang slammed his cane with some kind of backhand stroke right up my now-exposed crack. I yelped in pain. Master Thierry, however, was in a more convenient position “Crack-stroke, criminal slave, and I’m aiming for your asshole”. He lifted his cane and jammed his boot really hard on to my beaten and bruised right buttock – I could literally feel it swelling with pain. Then he slammed his big cane down the length of my crack – once, twice, three times – “carry on Thierry boy, you’re a natural – give that slave more – it's hating it”. I screamed, writhed and sweated as at least another eight hard right-handed cane-strokes flew into my ass crack. Eventually, Master Wang lost his balance on my left buttock, and slid off, pinching the delicate flesh and leaving streaks of blood. “Fuck, Thierry, you know about caning – look at that asshole, fucking swollen and bleeding – you've given the criminal slave some extra pain to go with the diarrhoea I made it drink yesterday and the ball-torture on the staircase.”
Master Thierry smiled “It’s not going to enjoy its work today – don't know if it’s in the yard or the toilets – that blooded crack and hole will give it pain every time it moves”. “And it’ll have to do a lot of moving”, added Master Wang.
They gave me the last dozen or so strokes like they started, alternately from the sides. Master Wang made an extra point of reaching over, which meant that his cane bit into my hip several times. By the time they’d finished, I was a squirming, snotty, screaming mess. “Clean up, filthy criminal slave. You’ve got five minutes. You can use your hands and your mouth. You can remove the ball-weight.”
With my dick and ass in torturing pain, I undid the ball-weight, the horrible 10 kilos, and scrabbled to clear up what I could of the piss, blood and shit I was lying in. One of the boys threw me a dirty rag “This has been used to clean toilets, so it’ll do for you, won’t it, criminal slave?” “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” Master Wang picked up his cane and looked at me. I knew I had to humiliate myself more, “I am a toilet, Master. Thank you so much for the toilet rag, Master”. He gave my dick a little flick, which made me yelp as the broken matchstick scratched my urethra in several places, but fortunately this time mothing more.
“I think the place where you’re in most pain, criminal slave, after that caning, is your asshole, so Master Thierry will explain how we’re going to punish it with double penetration!”
Master Thierry started with his slight French accent: “In France, we enjoy punishing slaves with double penetration – two dicks at the same time deep inside your asshole, criminal slave. Normally, the asshole is lubed, but in your case, we have blood which will be enough. The cane-welts are making the lips of your asshole swell and they're closing it to some extent. So us fucking you together will be even more painful. We will tie you on top of your cage with your legs tied back over your head. You will see everything! You will watch, as well as feel, while we enter your stretched hole together.”
Master Wang picked up a nasty-looking mouth-filling gag. “We’re thoughtful, criminal slave, so you’ll have to wear this gag. Some of the Frat are still asleep. They won’t want to be woken by screams of agony from your the anal torture you're about to receive.”
“It’s a nice torture”, Master Thierry resumed, “We get lots of pleasure and you get lots of pain”.
“And you get a ruined asshole”, Master Wang added with a smile “but it’ll get ruined more soon – hey, Thierry, do you remember that last slave and the barbed wire dildo? Fuck, that was something else ...”
The conversation tailed off as they kicked me and got me to climb on top of my cage and lie on my back. That was uncomfortable enough as the bars dug into me. Then Master Wang shoved the huge gag into my mouth. “You’ll soon wish you were born without an asshole”, he smiled.
“To shut it up properly, why not put the rag in first?”
“Good idea”. Master Thierry handed over the toilet rag which was now also smeared with Frat-boy shit and my blood and some of the stuff I’d puked up earlier from Master Jacoby’s dump. “Open up, criminal slave”, said Master Wang with another of his nasty smiles.
Master Wang stuffed the smelly foul-tasting rag into my mouth and then tightened the heavy punishment ball-gag over the top of it. Whatever they were going to do now, I would have to take in silence or just with a few grunts.
They pulled my legs up and tied them with bungee ropes to a cross-bar of the cage behind my head. My body was now in the shape of a Z. From my head to the bottom of my spine, I was lying horizontal on the top of my cage. My ass, stretched to the maximum, and in a perfect position for fucking, faced front, forming the lower bend of the Z. My thighs formed the middle part of the Z and were stretched back over my head, secured with two tight bungee ropes under my knees and attached to the cage-bars behind me. My legs, from the knees down sprang naturally forward forming the top part of the Z, but drooped and got in the way of my asshole, so the frat-boys quickly tied my ankles off to each side – in this way, the top part of the Z was more or less horizontal; importantly, it meant that my legs wouldn’t get in the way of my asshole which they were about to torture and destroy.
My cock and balls hung more or less directly above my head. These Frat-boy sadists knew what they were doing and attached some clamps, one heavy clamp on the tip of my penis and a couple of others on the shaft, and a handful more on my ballsack. Their final preparation was to prop up my head with some kind of cushion so I would have to watch my own rape. “If you take your eyes of us for more than a blink, slave, you’ll get another 30 with the cane – stretched like you are now, you’ll deeply regret it, and I promise you we won’t hold back.”
Then they both stripped, played with each other’s dick and balls for a few minutes, until both were rock-hard. Master Wang took some powder and rubbed it on both dicks. “This stops us from hurting our own dicks, criminal slave, but you get no lube and no preparation. It’s a punishment fuck for you.”
Master Thierry entered first. His thrusts were hard and deep, poking into my guts. I also realized that this Frat-boy was purposely giving a hard upward thrust with each pass to avoid my prostate. Combined with my miserably uncomfortable position, they were making sure that this was a pure rape and that I would get zero pleasure. It certainly worked. All I felt was pain, a pain which would shortly explode into agony. Forced to watch and endure, I saw Master Thierry’s thick hard cock repeatedly disappear between my well-caned ass-cheeks.
“Room for another?”, Master Wang giggled.
As Master Wang’s cock slipped inside me, I tried to scream through the filthy rag in my mouth and through the tight ball-gag, but I could only grunt and squeak. I was now being double-dicked. My asshole was being torn open. They were destroying it.
Two large, hard cocks simultaneously slid in and out of my gaping hole together. Grunting, animalistic sounds came from the two virile young Frat-boy torturers. After about ten minutes of this – which felt closer to ten hours – Master Thierry finally blasted a huge load of spunk inside me. About a minute later, Master Wang followed suit and dumped his load inside me as well.
Then they just left the room. I think Master Thierry spat on me, but that was all. My asshole was agony. My cane-marks were fresh, still bleeding in places, and now salted with Frat-boy sweat. My dick, which I almost forgot about during the double-penetration, was still being torn from the inside by bits of the broken matchstick. On top of all of that, I was doubled up – or rather trebled up – with unforgiving metal bars digging into my back and a double gag in my mouth. I must have been like that for an hour.
“Fuck, look at that”. It was Master Chris’s familiar voice. he entered my room with the Frat leader. “The shit-slave's settling in well”, he added and laughed.
“OK”, the Frat leader took over now and was all business: “we’ll need to untie it and get it stretched out – make it do some exercises. You get it ready and I’ll attach a dildo to this low stool. After some running on the spot, it can do dildo-squats if you get my meaning”. Master Chris laughed – he was really enjoying himself and he definitely got the meaning. I did too. I had no idea how I would be able to sit on a dildo, torturing my already ruined asshole. “You should light up a cigarette – it might need a burn or two to keep it running – it'll be fucking stiff."
"Oh, and that reminds me – it's still got bits of that match up its dick ...” The Frat leader walked over to me and just grabbed my dick, and he kneaded it, squeezed it and twisted it until bits of the matchstick, along with some piss and blood started to come up my urethra and out of my pisshole. It took about five minutes of unspeakable dick-pain before he finished. I could see that Master Chris enjoyed the spectacle, but the Frat leader was just cold and matter-of-fact – torture was just part of his everyday life. I was at his mercy, but there would never be any mercy in this place.
“OK, all yours, get it running on the spot - that'll be the most painful exercise in its condition, Chris. Then make it sit right on that fat wooden dildo. It’s just been double-penetrated so it’ll probably complain, especially when it gets to the little splintery ridge. But just burn it anywhere you like if it hesitates with either the running or the dildo-squats.”
“Do I lube the dildo?”, asked Master Chris.
“Definitely not. Let it keep pushing itself down and tearing itself off. Criminal slave filth don’t need privileges like lube”.
Then the leader smirked and put his face next to mine – I was still double-gagged – he said “You only need pain, don’t you?” I nodded vigorously and started shaking uncontrollably. “We’ve got a gym downstairs, criminal slave, with a barbed wire section we've prepared just for you.”
“What’s it got today after this?”, asked Master Chris.
“You can put it back in its cage – most of us have classes this morning – give it these slave-lumps.” The Frat leader dig into his pocket and handed him half-a-dozen of the foul things – “and make it drink at least a litre of water – you can add some piss if you want. This afternoon, it’s got toilet-cleaning duties, which’ll make Wang’s liquid filth seem like drinking fucking lemonade. We’ll look at its demerits at a Frat meeting later, around 5”. He turned back to me “That’s when you’ll find out what Frat paddles feel like, criminal slave”. To Chris again: “It’ll get another night in here after that, and tomorrow it’ll discover what yard-duties are all about – the last criminal slave lost two of his toes in the first hour doing its yard-duties.” With that, the Frat leader left.
A minute or two later, Master Eddie walked in. Master Chris was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt, but Eddie was only wearing skimpy pink speedos. Masters Chris and Eddie were now a couple, but Chris was evidently the dom to Eddie’s sub.
They didn’t hurry to untie me. They had each other first. They sat together on a small sofa where I could watch them. I think they wanted to punish me further by making me watch their love-making, something I could never do again.
Chris put his hand inside Eddie’s speedos and quickly removed them. Eddie, now naked and erect, fumbled with Chris’s shorts until they were off and he locked his mouth on to Chris’s dick. He sucked, licked and slurped as if Chris’s dick was a popsicle with an amazing new flavour, as if he’d only recently discovered sex. Chris grabbed Eddie’s bare buttocks and squeezed them and then located Eddie’s naked balls. Chris obviously squeezed them too, because Eddie yelped, but his mouth never left Chris’s dick. The pain in Eddie’s balls must have carried on because Chris was obviously pulling and squeezing them, but Eddie's passion for Chris’s dick must have been greater than his need to scream. He was breathing heavily when Chris shouted “Fu-u-ck!”.
Eddie swallowed Chris’s load.
Chris then started to wank Eddie. But, just as Eddie was throwing his head back in ecstasy, Chris stopped. “Learn, Eddie boy, this way you’ll stay hot and needy for me – this is edging, and I'll edge you whenever I fucking want.”
Eddie started to say something but Chris said “Don’t talk back unless you want to sample some of the criminal slave’s whips and canes. Stay naked. Don’t touch yourself!” Eddie had slipped down the hierarchy to sub for Master Chris and possibly for others in the Frat too, but he was still way above me.
Master Eddie untied me and made me stand up. He was in a bad mood after his edging by Master Chris and had every intention of taking it out on me. Master Chris explained about the running on the spot, the dildo and the punishment routine, which cheered Master Eddie up. He took a cigarette from Master Chris and lit it.
“OK, criminal slave, it’s running on the spot, 200 paces, knees high, fast pace. I’ll tell you stop if I feel I need to burn you with this cigarette, starting on your ankles and moving up.” Then he pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of the sofa where he’d just sucked Master Chris and shouted in my face so I could feel his spittle “Start Now”!
I think I got five burns for not running on the spot correctly. Just as he said, Master Eddie yelled “stop” and told me what I was doing wrong. I got a burn on my right ankle for not getting my knees high enough and later on my left ankle for going too slowly. For not holding my head high, I got a particularly painful burn on the flesh behind my right knee. Then apparently i slowed down again, so Master Eddie burned my left thigh. These were not slight burns. He drew on his cigarette before touching my skin with it each time. I don’t remember what I did wrong the last time, only that he actually put out his burning cigarette on my inner left thigh. I screamed and fell to the ground.
“Get up, criminal slave. Get your asshole round that dildo!” Master Chris was giving the orders now.
They were both smoking fresh cigarettes. I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t imagine how I would do it, but I knew that it was inevitable that I’d have to do it somehow in the end. I squatted over that fat little dildo stuck on that horrible low stool.
Somehow, I forced my asshole, tortured by double penetration barely an hour earlier, and virgin until just a few days ago, down on to that hard wooden dildo. When I seemed to get impossibly stuck half-way down, I just shouted and pushed. I tortured myself. I was on it. I looked up. I knew I couldn’t plead. I waited for the next order. “Fuck, it’s done it. Yep, its ass is on the stool. Shame, I was going to burn its tits”, said Master Chris. “You can anyway”, said Master Eddie; “You don’t have to be fair!”
I had to get up and down off that dildo twenty times before they were satisfied that I’d had enough exercise.
I got more or less used to getting on to the dildo, although it was very painful. I could use my weight to force myself through the pain. Pulling off the dildo was another matter. It had a little ridge which my poor stretched anus just couldn’t cope with on the way up. The flesh deep inside my tortured asshole got caught on that ridge every time. I could see it was getting bloody from my efforts pulling upwards over it. I fell back twice and Master Chris burned a nipple each time. Gradually, helped by the ass fluids and dribbling blood, I managed to repeat the exercise, up and off the dildo – stand straight – squat back on to the dildo – until I’d done it twenty times to satisfy my Frat-boy Masters.
“Fucking cunt-slave. Get back in the cage. There’s still a cam on, so don’t touch yourself.” Master Eddie went off and Master Chris just stayed to lock my cage and make sure I ate my slave-lumps. Then he switched off the light and left me. Just as he was leaving, he said "We're going to take your mind and body apart, criminal slave, bit by bit, and we're going to fuvking enjoy it."
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