MATTHEW IN JAIL

BY WETDREAM

[ part 4 ]

Matthew felt a great sense of impending doom as he was dragged struggling out of the Warden's office. For once since his initial arrest he was scared what lay in store for him in the punishment room. The boyish young teen began to sweat as Sid and Sam hauled him down the winding hallway to the special place where boy prisoners were brought for a change in behaviour.

"Please sirs, I'm sorry for breaking the rules. I promise to be a good boy for now on. Please, please, don't hurt me!" Wailed Matthew in a final bid to escape his fate.

Carl, who was leading the group, hollered back over his shoulder, "it's too late faggot, your sweet little ass has got you into a real jam now. You are going to experience some pain that you never thought possible."

Matthew began to sputter tears as he was deposited onto the hard floor of the soundproof punishment room. He looked around feeling all light headed with fear. He saw a large medical style table in the centre with various restraints moulded into it. He saw a basin and cupboards containing numerous implements of torture. There were some chains and manacles suspended from the ceiling.

The whimpering child looked over to see Carl talking with two large men wearing white clothes and large leather aprons.

I knew I was in big trouble. I looked at some whips and other strange looking instruments and shuddered. I had a feeling that my genitals would receive some special attention. Yet somehow this excited me that these big men were going to control my body, bind me down and manipulate my cock and balls against my will.

This one burly man looked down at me. "Get the little queer naked and bound to the table. I'm ready to torture this boy now" he growled sadistically.

My eyes were like saucers as I spun my head about as Sam and Sid grabbed hold of me and made quick work of stripping me of my clothes. I wiggled about as I was pulled up onto a metal examining table. "Please don't hurt me! Please, please...I'm just a kid. I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cocks if you let me go" I bargained with them.

"You'll do that and a whole lot more; after we've hurt that young body of yours. This is your punishment for being such a fag slut" threatened Carl.

"Nooooo noooooo" I screeched as my limbs were fastened to the table and legs spread open wide.

One of the torture masters took hold of my dick and rammed a long tube into my urethra. The friction of the tubing caused a painful burning sensation. Next I felt a gush of ice water flooding into my bladder. I thrashed against my bindings as the water bloated my abdomen greatly and caused massive cramping.

I saw the group of men smile to each other as they watched my ever increasing distress. "Having five litres of water pumped into a little kid's bladder must hurt a lot" observed Sid.

"Yes it does, especially when you add a small quantity of hydrochloric acid to make the bitch's innards burn" replied the other torture master with an evil laugh. Years of practise of torturing young boys and teens had given him the knowledge to create new ways of dispatching pain to youngsters. He even developed a formula for calculating the correct volume of acid to use as a ratio to the mass of the boy, so as not to destroy their guts, assuming a wish to keep them alive.

I groaned loudly as the last drops of icy water dribbled into my pee hole. My teeth chattered as my body temperature dropped considerably. I was freezing and in agony from the endless rolls of cramps. The urge to take a piss was growing stronger by the second. I so desperately wanted to pee and end the pressure. "Oh god please let me go to the bathroom! I have to pee real bad, it hurts so much" I pleaded with them.

"You don't get to piss for a long time yet my little cock sucker. And to make sure you don't we're going to seal up that piss hole" answered a torture master.

With a horrific look upon my face I watched as the two torturers pulled out the catheter, and pinched shut my dick with a pair of vice grip pliers. The pressure of the pliers felt like it was turning my pink cock head into mush.

My squeals of pain were soon replaced with screams of pure agony as a lighted candle appeared between my open legs and with careful control the head torturer tilted the hell fire stick to drop its hot fluid wax onto the sensitive knob of my penis.

My incoherent yells rattled off the walls as my cock was bathed in burning hot wax. Through tear stained eyes I looked in horror at my cock covered in a blanket of thick heavy red candle wax. The urge to piss was as great as ever, yet there was now no exit for the burning liquid rolling in my bladder.

My agonised delirium was jerked back to consciousness as a heavy leather strap was smashed down upon my 13-year-old testicles.

I looked and saw Carl taking a joyous opportunity to bash a kid's balls and make him scream. My breath came in short bursts in between guttural moans as my balls took a severe pounding. SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK SMACK. For fifteen minutes my ball bag was smashed and hit. My testes ached like never before and seemed twice in size. My sack looked a very scary purple colour.

I could hardly hear anything else but my own painful moaning and the sound of my agonised body thrashing against my firm restraints. I managed to catch some command that "this fudge packing queer bait" be strung up by his wrists.

Sid and Sam, directed by Carl, who I noticed all had large boners tenting their pants, dragged me off the table and I landed with a thud on the cold floor. My head was swimming and I felt disoriented. I felt my arms being pulled up and iron manacles being fastened to my wrists. An audible cranking sound began and I was lifted up into the air. An immediate muscular ache burned through my arms and shoulders as my body rose above the floor. My toes trembled a few inches in the air as my naked body hung suspended by my wrists. The water continued to slosh inside my distended tummy.

I looked at each man for a sign of pity, but none came except the announcement from the one torture master: "now for some old fashioned whipping".

I knew from the whipping I had in the jail courtyard that this was going to hurt. "Please no, no, no, don't whip me" I pleaded as I saw the two boy torturers approach with leather whips in hand.

One took up position behind my swaying bum cheeks and the other to the front of me. With arms outstretched they began alternating in the harsh whipping of my nude chained body.

With each lash of the whip on my chest, then my back, my engorged stomach and then my buttocks I screamed and hollered so loud I made myself go hoarse. "Ahhh, god", "shiiiit", "guuurrrhhh", "fuuuucccckkkk".

I barely recovered from a burning lash across my nipples, when a second later a heavy slap would land across my back leaving a deep welt as a mark. Spittle was running down my mouth, soon mixing with blood as I bit right through my lower lip on one terrible crack across my sore bulging stomach.

My boy bottom suffered greatly too as explained by my one torturer: "ah shit I could whip a boy's naked ass all day. Nothings better than marking up a nice firm pair of little boy buns into ribbons with a good whip".

I could see through my teary eyes the other three men jerking on their dicks getting off on seeing me strung up and whipped. Suddenly the whole situation became a sexual one for me too. I looked outside my own body and saw what they saw: a cute naked young boy, shackled by his wrists, being lorded over by a couple of big burly men in full control of my body. My sore dick began to get very hard, no doubt helped by the constant pressure of piss damned up by the wax.

The whipping stopped as they all stared at my stiff erection. "Well look at that, the fag boy is coming back to life", observed Carl.

"Bet you'd like to take a piss eh cunt lips?" asked someone.

"Oh please yes" I answered.

"Well I have just the thing to get that wax off. A nice rubber hose to smack it off with. Of course I'll have to hit your cock real hard to break the wax off, and the harder I hit the sooner you'll be able to piss. You want me to beat your cock now Matthew?" taunted the lead torturer.

"Geez yes, hit my dick hard and let me piss" I implored.

SMACK went the first blow, and some wax flaked off. Again another crack of the hose shattered some more off, but it was slow going. "Harder, hit me harder" I asked to get this wax cock cast off me to give my bladder relief.

The blows rained down harder on my aching boy cock. I would cry out in pain, but then shout "Harder" to urge on my abuser to bash my cock even more to get that wax off. But more than that now, I was developing a strange erotic desire of being beaten, and having my genitals tortured. Deserved punishment in my mind for my own deviant wants of cock in my mouth and up my ass and being sprayed by loads and loads of warm spunk. I was now a cock crazed lusting animal. Fuck me, cum on me, piss on me, beat me; I want it all!

Suddenly with one resounding slap, the hardened wax broke off and out poured what seemed gallons of piss. A bucket was pushed into the stream to catch all my fluids. For the first time some pleasure overtook my body as I pissed a long and heavy stream for several minutes.

In my brief pleasurable reprieve I was taken down and laid over the torture table. "It's time to give that asshole of yours something to scream about" someone whispered into my ear.

I laid my head down and braced myself. But this time I was looking forward to having my boy pussy played with, even if pain would be a part of it.

I felt a large rounded object press firmly at my fuck hole. I looked around and could see it was an aluminium baseball bat. There was a lot of chuckling as the men watched it be pushed into my rectum. I cried out in truthful pain as I endured the sharp pangs of my stretched anal lips expand for that bat.

"ugh, ugh, ugh" I kept involuntarily repeated as inch after inch was pushed deeper into my sore orifice.

When they had got all the way in up to the handle of the ball bat, they began to pull it out, and then shove it back in. This fucking motion was driving me wild, first with pain, which then melted into pure pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah, do it faster, fuck my queer ass real hard you bastards" I squealed.

"You like this you dirty mother fucker?" questioned Carl.

"Oh shit yeah I do. It's like a giant cock fucking the daylights out of me" I groaned back, enjoying the pleasure of a deep hard fuck.

"Well lets see if our boy fag here will enjoy this next treat," said one of my torturers.

I was once again pulled up onto the table and strapped down. I was finding enjoyment in the very act of being placed in bondage and having my naked body placed at their disposal.

I watched intently as alligator style clips were attached to both my nipples, each testicle and two long metal probes inserted into my piss slit and rectum. Long thin wire leads trailed from each to a square control box on a near by table. I was scared and excited as to what would happen.

A switch was turned on the box and I was flattened to the table by a strong burst of electric current zapping my tender nipples. My mouth locked open in a silent scream. The current subsided and I breathed deeply for oxygen, a moment later my balls exploded with a tingling as electricity pulsed through my teenage spunk making testicles.

It's hard to describe. Yes it hurt, but there was also pain with the pleasure. My genitals in my 13 years have always been a source of enjoyment, now this pain inflicted on them was just a different twist on the pleasures my cock and balls can bring me.

"Oh fuck yes...ugghh...god it hurts so good!" I wailed. As more electrical juice was shot into first my penis and then through my rectum straight into my prostate. Either because of the bizarre thrill of it or the electrical stimulation, I quickly had another hard boner pointing up for all to ogle.

"Give the fucker some more juice," said Carl.

The torturer manning the control turned up the electrical current and set the switch to a random setting. Suddenly Matthew began convulsing as his body shook from the harsh volts zapping his pink nipples, swollen testicles, burnt cock and his gaping anus. The group of men looked at the tied up naked child being electrocuted, getting hornier each time the young cock sucker lifted up his pelvis in response to the electrical stimuli flowing into his barely teenage cock and balls.

My head was flailing about as I made these strange gurgling noises. I never could tell where the next shock would come. The wildest was the feeling of the current starting at my piss hole and travelling the whole length of my penis. The best was the electrode up my bum that ignited my little prostate into spasms. It kept feeling like I was going to have the biggest orgasm ever.

After about 30 minutes of this electrical "torture", the Warden of the jail entered the punishment room. "Well have you beaten the homosexuality out of this young queer boy?" he wanted to know.

Carl motioned for the electricity to be cut and went over to Matthew and grabbed him by the hair and raised up his head and sputtered into his face, "well slut, what have you to say?"

I was lost in my world of lust and depravity. The volts to my genitals made me so horny and insane for sex. I blurted out "I want to suck cock so bad. Please fuck in my bum pussy, real hard. I want your cocks in my ass and mouth. I want to eat your cum and drink your hot piss!"

"Sorry Warden, I thought as much," said Carl. "He was getting horny after each stage of our discipline. I guess he's a fag for life. Nothing will change that. A born cock sucking boy slut. What do you want have done with him?"

"I'm not sure," wondered the Warden. "Perhaps we should castrate the faggot?"

"Please no!" I shouted. "Let me be your cock sucker. Fuck me all you want."

"Hey Warden, this cum dump could be a real morale booster for some of the guards. Would make you a very popular boss with the men if you let them use this cunt to get their rocks off," suggested Carl.

"Well, alright. Fuck the little boy bitch senseless as you wish. It certainly seems to be his wish. Let him drown in cum for all I care", proclaimed the Warden to cheers from the guards.

I watched with relief as the Warden walked out of the room. The next thing I knew my headrest was lowered and one of my torturers shoved his huge cock down my throat. As I was getting deep throated by his man meat, my legs were pulled back to my chest and Carl rammed his cock of steel up my shit hole in one shove.

The other three guys stood around jerking their cocks waiting for a hole to free up. As soon as one prick pulled out of my mouth or bum, another dick would begin reaming me out. I was one happy little fuck pig.

For the next hour they molested my body. Fucked me raw. Filled my gullet and bowel with loads of cum. They were having contests who could coat my face best with their spunk.

While Sam and Sid were unloading yet more ball juice on my face, up my nose and in my mouth, Carl had alerted various guards to come have a break with me. The next thing I knew there was a line of about a dozen guys with their pants around their ankles getting their dicks hard to be sucked off.

I was on my hands and knees sucking cock as soon as it touched my lips. While others (who knows) were ploughing my ass hard and deep. I got as much cum pumped into my body as there was dripping off me. The cum poured out of my bunghole like a leaky spigot on a beer keg.

Some guys commented that my face was so coated in cum that it was grossing them out. So they flipped my over and anyone with a bladder full of urine stood around me and let fly. I had about 8 cocks showering me with warm piss, all over my chest and face.

"Hey cunt, open your mouth and take a drink," suggested one guard. I did and got several mouthfuls of bitter flavoured piss that I lustfully swallowed to the men's great delight.

For the remainder of my sentence I sucked off every guard anytime they wanted it. I was routinely fucked at least a dozen times a day. Gangbangs were a frequent occurrence during the guard's lunch break. Occasionally I was videotaped having sex, getting my ass whipped and having my head secured to a wall and used as a human urinal. The guard explained he could sell the tapes to some Eastern European underground film company.

One time I remember they sold tickets among the guards to watch me rape this new young boy inmate. He was scared and had never had sex, but he was cute and I soon had him bawling with my dick raping his hairless bum. Carl had told me to be real rough with him, and I was happy to oblige.

After my release from jail I began hanging out in public men's rooms, hoping to score some cock. I was surprised by the number of teenage boys and grownups who wanted to fuck me. Hell even dad's were sending their son's out to wait on a bench while they returned to have their married prick sucked by my 13 year old mouth.

Of course word spread around school that I was a cocksucker and liked it up the ass. I never denied it. I sometimes got beat up, but many of the guys punching me after school were later that night were fucking my asshole and having me suck them off.

The best moment at school came when following a championship victory, I was hauled into the locker room where I volunteered as towel boy (to watch all the jocks shower naked). They kicked me to the floor and I was "made" to give blowjobs to the entire eighth grade basketball team.

But my best sexual moments were spent at Carl's house who I looked up a short time after leaving jail. I relished his rough method and use of his handcuffs. Saturday nights were a regular gangbang with his friends. Some of them liked to beat my balls a little too hard. My little bum was forever covered in bruises from all their whippings and spankings.

So that's how I became the cock slut I am now. The next time you're in a public washroom, check out the stalls, if you see a horny little queer slut looking for some action, it may just be me, Matthew.