Being forced to eat Master Eddie’s shit had been utterly humiliating and disgusting. It was the first time I had ever even licked another man’s ass, let alone eaten his shit. It was a hideous punishment and one I knew would keep being repeated in every imaginable horrible way.
Master Chris was a hundred times worse. He had produced from his guts something much nastier. The lumpy, stinking, partly rotting mass of brown and black paste, the poxy granules which showered the inside of my mouth with the vilest excrement when I had to bite on them. Worst of all were the long turds which were hard on the outside; I had to bite hard to pierce their revolting skin-like exterior to reach the chewy or runny stinking filth inside.
Master Chris stood over me and told me precisely which bits to eat next and how to chew them and how long to keep them in my mouth before swallowing. He had handcuffed me, so I had to keep dipping my face into his shit to get it into my mouth, soon completely covering my face and hair in his filth. He generally only gave me permission to swallow when my cheeks were literally bulging with his rotting waste. On a couple of occasions during the several hours it took me to eat my way through that big bowlful of shit, he made me take such a big turd into my mouth that bits of the disgusting mush inside poured down my chin; then, in a kind of weird explosion, filthy blackish liquid burst out over my lips and face and back into the bowl or on to the concrete floor. The first time this happened he made me lick up every drop from the top of the remaining shit-pile and from the floor and suck it into my mouth before he allowed me to swallow the original turd.
The second time I let some of his rotting excrement out of my mouth without his permission, as an extra punishment, he tied me to the toilet and ordered me not to swallow. He turned up after a few minutes with a biggish lump of fresh foul-smelling dog-shit from the yard along with a standard kind of white bandage which you might use on your wrist or knee; he unrolled the bandage and placed the lump of dog-shit right in the middle. Then he released me from the toilet, made me lick up the spillage like before, and ordered me to open my mouth. He shoved into my already shit-full mouth the section of bandage with the dog-shit on it and tied the bandage tightly behind my head, gagging me. “Savour it”, he ordered. “Don’t swallow any of it until I tell you to or you’ll get my electric prod on the tip of your penis twenty times at maximum shock, slave”. My cheeks literally ached and my eyes watered as I stretched my face to enclose the disgusting mixed human and dog waste, and thus avoid the electrocution of my tortured penis. Master Chris smiled broadly when he saw I was really struggling, and he used his gloved hand to stuff some of his pasty shit from the bowl right up both my nostrils: then I really couldn’t breathe. I panicked and blew as hard as I could to get the new shit out of my nose, desperate for breath. Master Chris just laughed, lowered his pants and squatted over the bowl, added an extra turd and some light brown liquidy paste from his asshole, which stank horribly: “Enjoy your meal, criminal slave. I just added an extra course”. Then, at last, he added “Swallow, cunt!” After just a few days, I had been so degraded that it was finally a relief to feel human shit and dog-shit sliding down my throat.
When that terrible meal came to an end, I and my toilet-cell were jet-washed and I was taken out to my dirty drain to piss and shit. Back in the dungeon, Master Eddie announced “Exercise time, criminal slave: ten hours today, twelve hours tomorrow and sixteen hours for the next two days before we take you to meet the Frat.”
Endless hours of boring exercise routines, many of them with weights on my back and on my arms and legs, sit-ups, press-ups, running on the spot, squats. I wasn’t allowed proper gym equipment – that was for the Masters only – basically I did hours and hours of old-fashioned physical training. Some of it was outside so I could get a slight tan. They wanted me to be a perfect specimen for the Frat to torture.
They did use the electric prod everywhere, but not excessively. My Masters’ main activity was sex. They were soon no longer ass-virgins. They made me move the big mattress around so they could watch me and gleefully add ‘demerits’ for the Frat, sometimes suggesting what the Frat Boys would do. “Head down the toilet for that, criminal slave” or “Charlie will be using your dick and balls as his cigar ash-tray – now he’ll stub his cigar out on you and make you re-light it for him so he can do it again” or “you’ve earned yourself a long session with the riding crop, you filthy cunt”. They taunted me with their own fun “no sex for you ever, slave-filth", said Master Eddie on the very day he let Master Chris enter him – he had shouted and moaned through hours of letting Master Chris do practically whatever he wanted to him. But they were obviously saving me up for the Frat.
They finally drove me the hundred miles or so finally to meet the Frat. I was naked and exhausted, as I crouched miserably in a padlocked dog cage in the back of their van, which was filled with dungeon equipment “all for the boys to use on you, criminal slave”. When we came to a halt and I heard some voices, I shook uncontrollably. They opened the van which had been reversed up to the side-door of a large detached house in what seemed to be a suburban street. Two unfamiliar faces peered in and smirked.
I was pulled roughly out of the cage and fell to the ground, naked into a freezing puddle. “Up, bitch”, said a new voice. I looked up to see a tanned boy of about 20 with dirty blond hair. “It’s inspection time”. I stood up and two more boys grabbed my arms and brought me into a large well-lit room. A dozen chairs of different sorts surrounded an ominous heavy chain hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw two rings in the floor about a metre apart. I was literally going to be put on display, naked in the middle of the room. Within two minutes of arriving, my two escorts, one the slight dirty blond , and the other with dark brown hair and more muscular, attached my feet to the rings and put me in handcuffs which they attached to the chain above my head.
More boys started making their way into the room and taking seats around me. Some ignored me completely, one slapped my dick hard, and a couple spat in my face. Eventually, a slightly older boy, powerfully built with dark cropped hair and wearing what looked like military fatigues, entered the room with Masters Chris and Eddie. He walked over to me, held my head facing up to his and spat twice, once in my right eye and once “open your mouth, slave” into my mouth. Then he kneed me in the balls; I gave a kind of choking groan. The room laughed. The boy, who was obviously in charge, then sat in an armchair facing me.
“Criminal slaves have no limits, like ordinary slaves do. They last about three months with us boys before we sell them off for dog-food. There are eight of us between 18 and 24 years old, ten with Eddie and Chris. We’re normal students for 70% of the time and we’re gay sadistic slave-masters for 30% of the time. You’ll only experience the 30%.
“Our idea of fun isn’t basketball or football, drinking or girls. It’s torturing criminal slaves like you. We like thinking up new tortures and extreme degradation. We challenge each other to find new ways of causing you pain and new ways to humiliate you. We’ve got good imagination. At this moment, I wouldn’t like to have your pisshole, asshole, mouth, armpits, nipples, nose, ears, or anything else.
“You’re here now. We’ve bought you and there’s no escape. You’ll be in bondage the whole time or locked in your dog-cage when no one’s with you – we electrified the last criminal slave’s cage so it actually preferred being out and tortured, because the pain from the cage was unbearable – but we still forced him into that cage and used electrically conductive barbed wire to attach his dick, balls, ears and nipples to the electrified cage-bars. The constant shocking, the never-knowing which bit of his body was going to get tortured with an electric shock next, the hours at a time the last criminal slave spent in that cage, the look on its face ... wow! We’ll show you in a minute a film of the last criminal slave and the one before that, but of course we have new ideas all the time – and we’ll discuss them in front of you. We like you to fear what’s inevitably going to happen to you.
“Of course, you’ll continue to get the traditional punishments too. You’ll still get canings, hours with the riding crop to work of your demerits, clamping sessions and genital beatings, as well as incredibly painful dick and ball punishments. Your head will be in our toilets for hours, again for your demerits. And, of course, you’ll eat our shit and any other filth we want you to; your only other food will be those disgusting slave-lumps to keep you healthy for as long as possible, so we can torture you longer and more brutally.
“You’ll see in the film we’re going to show you that we enjoy our work. We’ll often be naked with erections when we torture you. I personally have the best sex with my friends here during severe whippings. A screaming slave with plenty of blood are big turn-ons for us.”
During this long speech, I stood unable to move, my legs wide-spread, totally exposed and all of my naked body being studied closely by eight strong young sadists who could get away with anything because I was a criminal slave and totally under their control.
Each Frat Boy then ‘inspected’ me in turn. Master Eddie and Master Chris had now joined the Frat but they stayed out of the inspection. Instead eight sadistic boys tested out different parts of my body. One dark-haired tanned boy stamped on my feet with his heavy-duty boots. The dirty blond and an ash blond used a cane on my thighs and calves and kicked my unmoveable shins, to “test out its legs”. Then it was my face, a tall muscular boy held my head by half-strangling me while a mean-looking Chinese boy tested my teeth with a small hammer, loosening one and chipping another, then he clamped and unclamped my tongue several times and stuck matches up my nose, “next time, I’ll light the matches”, he said as he twisted both my ears at the same time in opposite directions. The boy who had half-strangled me slapped my face and then played violently with my nipples with his fingers, “He’s fucking milking the filth”, said the older boy in military fatigues to general laughter. Then he lowered his fatigues and the boxers under them, revealing his fully erect massive dick. He walked behind me and said “I’m inspecting your asshole, criminal slave”, and instantly thrust into me balls-deep;
I had yelped and shrieked up to that point, but I had tried to stay reasonably calm. Now I screamed like I was demented, as waves of unendurable pain flooded over me from my asshole. It was being wrecked. I was being torn in two by an enormous cock. Then it got even worse. The last two boys, one black and one pale with long mousey hair, on a signal from my rapist, approached me. The black boy had a ball-crusher which he painstakingly attached while the long-haired kid, who only looked about sixteen, held my balls in position as I was being jerked around by the rape as well as trying instinctively to pull away. The black boy turned the crusher until my balls were truly flattened and it was hard even to scream. Then the young kid pulled out a vicious-looking thick ridged sound from his pocket and simply shoved it up my dick with no lube and no hesitation, “I’m inspecting the inside of your dick, cunt”. Blood dripped out of my penis, the crusher was tightened a little bit more. “Next time, we’ll turn your balls into mush and start destroying your useless dick, criminal slave”. At last, the rapist came inside me. He pulled out violently. A minute or two later, the black boy released the crusher and squeezed my balls back to something like their normal shape – the squeezing back, as he obviously knew as he giggled through it at the same time, was as painful as the crushing. The kid yanked the sound out and wiped the blood on my glans.
My whole body was in serious pain, but I knew that worse, much worse, was to come. “That was such a mild taster”, said the rapist as he pulled up his fatigues. “You scream a lot – we like that”. “Now it’s film time”, said the Chinese boy, and he pushed some buttons on his laptop until the wall in front of me lit up with the title “Criminal Slaves at the Punishment Frat: twelve tortures”.
I had to watch as young criminal slaves shrieked and begged their way through pure horror. I watched merciless beatings all over their bodies, their asses reduced to skinless red-raw pulp. I watched the whole Frat laughing while the long-haired boy tried clumsily to extract some of a slave’s teeth with pliers – it took him almost an hour to get two front teeth out.
I watched the slaves’ fingernails and toenails being torn out, chilli oil applied to the wounds and then thumbscrews, finger-screws and toe-screws applied. I watched nipples being tortured and in one case cut off with a pair of scissors; the torturer, the dirty blond boy in this case, then took a shit over the cut-off nipple and the sobbing criminal slave was forced to eat the shit and his own nipple in front of the whole mocking Frat; then they caned him hard “for blubbing”.
I had to watch the black boy forcing the slaves to eat huge meals of shit and vomit, then making them eat their own vomit. One of the criminal slaves was nearly drowned in a vat of shit and piss as a punishment for forgetting to say ‘Thank you Master’ to one of the blond boys who had just puked into his mouth and all over his face.
In one session, the Chinese boy, evidently ill, had released an ass-load of diarrhoea into one of the slave’s mouths and then sat down with his asshole over slave’s mouth so he literally couldn’t breathe through his mouth at all. I watched the filthy diarrhoea starting to squirt from the panicking slave’s nostrils. Later, in front of the whole Frat, two other boys flogged the slave’s genitals until they bled “for making a mess” – “now open your mouth, criminal slave, three of us need a piss”.
I watched the Frat head, who had just raped me, cut off one of the criminal slave’s fingers and use a soldering iron to stop the stump from bleeding. Then, in front of several other Frat members, he forced his hysterical victim to eat his own finger, bite by bite, by threatening to cut off his dick and to castrate him there and then if he didn’t. The film had already shown that it was a real threat, because they had in fact castrated the other criminal slave in the most horrible way it was possible to imagine over several days.
I watched lumps of bleeding flesh extracted with crude instruments of torture from criminal slaves’ assholes and pissholes. I watched the criminal slaves’ faces pulled apart, burned and tortured over several days, sometimes by individuals or pairs of Frat Boys and sometimes as ‘collective punishment’ by the whole Frat.
When the film finally ended, I slumped semi-conscious in my chains. “It gets the idea”, said the dark-haired boy. Everyone laughed. I was now at their mercy.
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