My lazy days are over. I thought I could get away from my work assignment by keeping a low profile but I was wrong. This morning two guards dragged me out of my cell and put me to work. They had to move 200 bricks up one stair and down another. I started to pick up the first brick with my hands but they stopped me. One of the guards tied a rope tight around my balls. She then told me that I had to carry the bricks one by one by the balls.

It was fairly easy going upstairs but once I was on my way down they told me that I had to jump to the lower step all the way down the stairs. By the time I got down it felt like my balls were going to be ripped away from my body and I had 199 times to go. They whipped me when I stopped and sometimes they kicked the bricks adding even more pain to my balls. After about 160 bricks I fell down on my knees and looked one of the guards in the eyes and begged for mercy. She got extremely mad she kicked me in the side with her sharp heel so that I spun around landing on my back. She then stepped on my chest digging her heels deep in my flesh she told me that one more word from me would get me in serious trouble. She then made me stand on my hands and knees and she kicked me in the balls. She must have given it all she had. My balls exploded in pain and i almost fainted. She shouted to me that i must get up or she would cut my balls off right there.

I managed to get up and finished transporting the rest of the bricks. I thought I was done but they was going to have a little fun with me.

They told me to get my cock hard. After that they tied a string hard around the base of my cock so I wouldn´t go limp. They strapped my cock down on a small chair with thin metal bands so that I was totally immobile. After that they poured hot wax on my cock and told me this was just the beginning. After they covered my cock with wax they stod back and told me that the game would begin.

The game was that the guards should get the wax off my cock by kicking with their sharp metal heels. The one who took the last wax of was the winner. The first guard got up to me to start the competition. She was beautiful in her highheeled boots and her leatherdress supporting her big breasts. She realy wanted to win this so she aimed low. She hit my cock leaving a deep scar in the shaft. The other guard took aim at the head of my cock leaving its mark much as the first guard had done. I screamed and begged them to stop but they just laughed at me. I even called one of them a bitch, but she made me regret that and I am really really sorry for my behavior.

After all of the wax was off my cock I was dragged back to my cell. I really dont know who won, I just don´t care. I tried to fall asleep, but my cock was aching to much. I don´t want to be here anymore i want to go home.

The next day they had a conversation as they watched me move the bricks. One of them suggested that I might be motivated to move the first ten bricks of the day up the stairs faster if I was first filled with a large gut-wrenching enema of soapy water while the brick was being hung from my aching, throbbing balls. If I made it to the top without losing a single drop, I could be allowed to go to the bathroom in front of them before descending to be filled up again. Another of the guards suggested that they warn me that if I lost any of the water on the way up I would have to perform two additional trips while filled and with the brick tied to my balls. Another suggested that each guard be carrying a single-tail whip to use on my balls on the way down any time I had lost any of the fluid load. With great glee they all agreed to start that advanced procedure the next day.

After hearing that I was truly scared thinking about how extremely painful that new system would be, and feared that there was no way I could do it and survive the punishment. To make matters worse, as I continued to work hauling the painful load of bricks that day before, they began to gather the materials that they would need so that I could see them and worry about what I would have to start enduring the next day. As I saw the large size of the enema bags, and the wide-bore hoses that connected them to long, hard, thick nozzles hung high on a tree limb at the bottom of the hill, and a high stack of fine-grain sandpaper to go to the top of the stairs for me to use as toilet-paper when expelling the load prior to the jumping descent down the stairs to repeat the procedure.

I got little sleep that night . . .