Michael
Part 2
Chapter 4
Michael tried to gasp for air when the first flow of ice-cold water hits his
stomach. He was hung by a couple of wrists cuffs coming from the ceiling of the
batching facility. Both his ankles were attached to a couple of old steel cuffs
boarded sturdy in the tiled floor. Although he could reach the ground with his
toes, he was unable to stand and his whole body weight hung on his sore arms.
Except for his bandages around his scrotum and penis, he was completely naked.
Michael screamed hell and murder to Jake and his colleague; "Stop this you sick
fuckers, Stop this!!!!!!" Jake however seemed to be familiar with this kind of
abuse and aimed with the jet to Michael's head. "Shut up you little white cunt,
now let me wash those dirty words out of your mouth!"
"Urppp, Hulpppr!" Water filled his mouth and nose, gasping for air, he swallowed
the water into his trachea and lungs, which made him cough spadismotically. When
the jet of cold water finally went down to his lower parts, Michael was still
trying to catch his breath. Jake was really enjoying the whole procedure and was
making a game out of it by making Michael spin around, using the force of the
jet. Michael's wrist cuffs became tighter with each round and he felt them cut
into his flesh. He tried to stop himself from spinning by getting a grip with
his toes on the cold tile floor but it was far too slippery. Besides, the cold
water was freezing his muscles and he began to feel numb. "So, it seems that our
new friend has decided to stop badmouthing us, how polite of him, maybe we will
get along after all." Jake aimed the jet to the bathing room floor, giving
Michael the time to regain some of his strength. He was still painting heavily,
and was shivering because of the cold. The so-called bathing facility they had
brought him to was not heated and after his ice cold shower he felt like he was
going to die of hypothermia. His breath was making clouds in the cold air. "What
season is it?"
He thought, remembering that he went to see Laesa in early autumn. The weather
during his ride from Chicago where he lived and worked to Laesa in Windsor was
pleasant and warm. He remembered having the rooftop of his cabrio down and the
late September sun warming up his face while listing to 'Bitter sweet symphony"
on the radio, one of his favourite songs. Judging by the temperature in this
cold and dark windowless room it should be near the beginning of the winter by
now. How could it be that such a long period of time between that warm autumn
day in September and this horrifying present is missing from his memory? Before
Michael could organize any further thoughts, he was roughly brought back to
reality by Jake who was busy ripping off the bandages around his pubic area. "We
have to clean this smelly mess down here white boy, so you better keep your legs
parted while I am busy to make it easier on yourself or you will really regret
it afterwards." Michael tried to do so as told but Jake was really rough on him
and strips of bandage with coagulated blood and crust was ripped of the wound,
making him squirm and pull together his legs in agony. Jake irritated by this
performance, started shouting at him. "You silly little white dick, told you to
stand still. Now spread your legs again so I can remove the rest of the
bandages, I don't want to stare at your dirty little messy cock for ever you
know!" Hesitatingly, Michael spread is legs as far as he was allowed by his
restrains. He suddenly realised that his bladder was full since he wasn't
allowed to go the bathroom ever since he was put in a straitjacket last night.
It was really bad timing that he had to urinate right now, but the removal of
his crotch trap and bandages had dimished the pressure that had kept his urge to
relieve himself for so long. Scared of the consequences he might face when he
released as much as a drop in front of Jake's face he tried to hold it in as
good as he can. Jake was in the meantime ripping off the bandage around the most
painful swollen arias as slowly as possible to inflict more pain to his helpless
victim. He laughs mockingly; "So that's a good little white boy, now keep your
legs apart, daddy is going to give you something sweet." Without any further
warning, Jake's gigantic hand grab hold to Michael's red and swollen penis and
yanked it so hard that tears filled Michael's eyes and made him screaming like a
wounded animal. Jake, still holding Michaels dick in his tight and painful grip
started laughing and the other black orderly joined in. "That 's right Jake,
teach that little white bitch a lesson!" It was only when a warm stream of urine
was leaking onto his other wise stainless white uniform that Jake stopped
laughing and released Michaels tormented lid. "What the...YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!!"
Michael had lost control of his bladder by Jake's infliction, although he was
first unaware of it
Distracted as he was by the burning pain in his lower regions, he finally
realized to his full horror that he was urinating on his tormentor. He tried to
stop the hot stream coming out of his body but wasn't able to control it
completely and the urine kept dripping on Jake's uniform which was now showing a
big dark yellow spot.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER, I AM GOING TO KILLYOU!!!" Shouted Jake furiously, "JUST
WAIT YOU LITTLE WHITE DICK, I AM GOING TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT FOR THIS!!!!!"
"No please..no...."Michael, numbed by all he already had to suffer felt his
heart racing in his throat. He tried to plead for mercy but his voice was
blocked by fear. Jake removed his wrists cuffs and pushed him together with the
other orderly to the cold floor. Michael tried to struggle against his
assaulters but Jake pushed his elbow in his spine, making Michael wince with
pain. Jake whispered in Michael's ear; "I am going to fuck that little white
cunt of yours, you should have listened to daddy, but oh no, you have to make
daddy mad, now you're going to have it!" Jake pulled his hard throbbing dick out
of his trousers and shafts it inside Michael's anus. Michael moaned and painted
heavily as the big black monster was enforced into his tight behind, It went al
the way inside him and he thought he was going to faint. The second orderly got
up from Michael's back and used a dirty looking towel to gag him in order to
smother the sounds he made. He secured the towel to Michael's head with a piece
of leathery restrain. Jake started to fuck Michael's ass in order to get himself
off. He was going faster en faster, thrusting his hot lid deeper and deeper in
Michael's rectum each time. "I am fucking you like the horny white bitch you
are!!!" shouted Jake and pulled hard at Michael's hair. "And you are enjoying it
aren't you, you little white demented slut, you really wanted to be fucked
didn't you hum!? Didn't you!?" Michael wanted to cry, he was in pain and he felt
terribly humiliated, and he begged for God's sake that his assaulter will stop
or that He would let him die. But Jake kept fucking him till he finally came and
Michael felt a warm flow of liquid released inside of him. Slowly, the gigantic
monster which has tormented his ass so heavily retreated and white creamy sperm
dripped out of Michaels ass to the floor. Michael tried to get up a little.
Although he was shivering of pain and humiliation he thought his ordeal was over
and he felt somewhat relieved.
"That was a sweet bitch.," said Jake to other orderly. While he zipped up his
trousers. "Maybe you wanna try him, bet he's horny enough for us both." Before
the second black orderly forced his steaming lid inside of Michael could only
think that there was really no God and that his crazy uncle Thomas was right
about shit happening to good people....
When the second orderly finally came inside of Michael, his rectum was bleeding
heavily and he needed stitches. Jake however, ignored the damage he and his
colleague has done to him and started wrapping clean bandages around his scrotum
and penis. When they where done they rolled up the pieces of dirty bandages
which were earlier removed from Michael to an tight ball, and stack it deep into
is anus in order to stop it bleeding, stretching his newly inflicted wounds
painfully. "Now don't start that crying shit on me." said Jake as he saw Michael
tears rimmed eyes. "And I warn you, no squealing on us to nurse Angelica either,
or we will invite some brothers to share that pretty white ass of yours." But
Michael couldn't help it, he started sobbing in front of the orderlies like a
little child while they were putting hem into his straitjacket. Jake, disgusted
and feeling pity for the guy at the same time finally gagged him with the towel
and restrains used earlier to stop him whining. He grabbed Michael as gently as
he possibly could by his arms and helped him back on his feet, since Michael
kept going through his knees. " Now stand up you little white cunt. Listen to
me, we are going to bring you back to your cell, so try to work with us a
little, and I promise we won't hurt you anymore for today." Michael felt
relieved to hear this and he tried as good as his injuries allowed walking with
to orderlies back to his cell. When they finally arrived, Jake took over from
his colleague and put Michael as gently as he could down on the soft padded
floor in a corner of the room. "Now," he whispered into Michael's ears, "I know
that you were hurt this first time, but I promise that you will grow to like it
eventually." He stuck his tongue in his ears and than licked the salted tears
that were running from Michael's cheeks. "See you around little white cunt."
Jake stood up and left, locking the door behind him, leaving Michael lying cold
and wounded on the floor of his padded cell.
