Being forced to eat Master Eddie’s shit had been humiliating and disgusting. It was the first time I had ever even licked another man’s ass, let alone eaten his shit. It was meant to be, and it was, a hideous punishment, and it was one that I knew would keep being repeated in every imaginable horrible way.
Master Chris's shit 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 exploded and covered the whole inside of my mouth with the vilest excrement when I was made to bite on them. Worst of all were the long turds which were hard on the outside; Master Chris made me bite them hard to pierce their revolting skin-like exterior to reach the chewy or runny stinking filth inside.
Master Chris stood over me and revelled in telling 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 the shit-bowl to get whatever he wanted into my mouth. Soon I had completely covered 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 started to pour 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 Master Chris 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 warned me not to swallow the turds still in my mouth. He returned 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. "A new nice punishment, criminal slave", 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 your pisshole twenty times at maximum shock”. 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 agonising electrocution. 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!” It took several minutes to force everything in my mouth down my throat. I realised, as I swallowed that human-and-dog mixed mouthful, 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. The spike-balls were ripped out by Master Eddie with his gloved hands in the case of my ass and by some kind of thin tweezers, very painfully, from my pisshole, 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 shoulders 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 during that time 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, and don't forget the sessions coming with their martinets”. They taunted me with their own fucking, done right in front of me as I sweated with a hundred press-ups, “no sex for you ever, slave-filth". Master Eddie 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, packed into 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 in this Frat before we sell them off for dog-food. There are eight of us between 18 and 24 years old, slave, ten with Eddie and Chris. We’re normal students for 70% of the time and we’re 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 the most extreme ways to humiliate and degrade you. We challenge each other to find new ways of causing you pain. We’ve all got good imaginations. At this moment, I wouldn’t like to have your dick, balls, ass, asshole, mouth, armpits, nipples, nose, ears, or anything else.
“You’re here now. There’s no escape. You’ll be in bondage the whole time or locked in your dog-cage when no one’s with you. The last criminal slave tried to escape so, to punish it, we electrified his cage. After that, it actually preferred being out and tortured, because the pain from the cage was unbearable. When we forced it back into that cage, we 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 off your demerits, clamping sessions and genital beatings with our knotted martinets, and other 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, whenever we want. 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 and hard when we torture you. I personally have the best sex with my friends when a criminal slave is bring caned or whipped and is screaming with pain. A screaming begging 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 now 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. Eight other sadistic boys tested out different parts of my body. One dark-haired tanned boy stamped on my feet with his heavy-duty boots and then stood back and kicked me in the balls. The dirty blond and an ash blond used a cane to give me ten on each thigh and ten on each of my calves and kicked my shins until they were bruised and the skin torn, to “test out" my legs. Then it was my face to be inspected. 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 hard about half dozen times and then grabbed my nipples, painfully twisting them in his sharp-hailed fingers and pulling them up and down,
“Carry on 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 with every thrust. I was being torn in two by an enormous cock.
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 from the crusher. The black boy screwed the crusher tighter than I thought was possible without actually bursting my balls. They were 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”, he laughed, and gave the sound a sudden twist. Blood dripped out of my penis, the crusher was tightened a bit more. “Next time, we’ll turn your balls into mush and start the business of destroying your useless dick, bit by bit, criminal slave”. At last, the rapist came inside me and 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 throughout, was as painful as the crushing. The kid finally yanked the sound out and wiped the blood on my my face.
My whole body was in 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 scissors and then pliers; 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, along with his own right 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 beating them and making them eat their own vomit when they hesitated or couldn't take any more. 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 drunkenly 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. 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 hard with vicious martinets until they bled “for making a mess”. At the end, one of them said “now open your mouth, criminal slave, all three of us need a piss”.
I watched the Frat leader, who had just raped me, and wearing the same fatigues, cut off one of the criminal slave’s fingers and then 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, taking several days to do it.
I watched lumps of bleeding flesh extracted slowly with crude instruments of torture out of the assholes and pissholes of the two criminal slaves. I watched their faces being pulled apart, burned and tortured over several days, sometimes by individuals or pairs of Frat Boys and often in front of the whole Frat. "You were quite pretty once, criminal slave", said the Frat leader to one terrified slave tied to a torture table in front of him, "but I'm going to cut off your lips now, so you'll be dead ugly", and several boys laughed out loud, and the criminal slave begged, as the leader picked up a butchering knife.
When the film finally ended, I slumped semi-conscious in my chains. “It gets the idea”, said the dark-haired boy. Everyone laughed.
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