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How did Clayton, only 18 years old, end up with his head and wrists locked into horizontal stocks facing a plateful of stinking shit that a 35 year-old investment banker had crapped on right in front of his mouth? When he told me about his abduction and violation, he made me promise never to tell anyone about it. But I have a good reason to tell you, and he can hardly object at this point.

"My father was a sadistic alcoholic", he told me. "So I became used to beatings and humiliations small and large. He never sexually abused me, at least that I can remember. But I found out from a cousin that he had been fired from a boarding school when I was three for unspecified improprieties with a male student. God knows what I saw during my formative years. I just stayed out of the way of both parents as much as possible while growing up. My mother living in the Valley of the Dolls—with her pills, she had no clue what was coming or going.

"I was a good athlete at the solo sports—particularly swimming and tennis. I was all city champion my senior year of high school. I was 5'11", with a strong serve. I practiced for hours, and all my rage at my father went into that swing.

"But I was still a virgin. I had gotten into heavy petting with my girlfriend Linda (this was in the early '70s, in a small town in Texas—the sexual revolution hadn't reached us yet.) Sometimes she would give me a handjob. But we knew it was a sin to make love before marriage, and we'd seen a couple of classmates get pregnant—it was nothing I wanted to have happen to me or Linda

"The violation was this: My parents had gone to the Florida panhandle to visit relatives, and I was supposed to keep the lawn alive during the hot Texas summer by watering it—after I got home from the factory where I spent 9 miserable non-air conditioned hours every day.

"Screw that. I had a car, and friends, and Steely Dan to listen to. We'd drive up to Ft. Worth or Dallas and spend hours just driving around the metroplex. Watering the lawn was the last thing on my mind.

"When I was 18 my father was only 42. I see now that he was a closet case. He was also a sick bastard. And when he found out a section of the lawn had died—near the garage door—he ordered me to kneel in front of him with my shirt off while he whipped me with his belt on my bare back.

"AND I LET HIM! I had been so trained from birth to submit to his insanity and be the good boy. And this was my 18th birthday. The day itself!

"Something in me snapped, finally, although I was far from ready to beat the ever loving crap out of him that he so richly deserved. But the next day I packed a small suitcase and set out for New York City. Why New York? It seemed as far away from that hell hole of a small town as I could get. And everyone I'd ever heard of who amounted to anything lived there at some time in their life.

"It was a stinking hot August day when the bus pooled into our little stop. Most of the other passengers were older black people. There were a couple of white guys sitting across from me, though. One was about my age, a young pale man with a very thin attempt at a blonde moustache. His companion was probably 27, and looked like he'd been in the military. He openly ordered his smaller friend around. The pale man was carrying the luggage for both of them.

I overhead the little one say a couple of times, "yes, boss" in a half-joking way while the tall, darker one gave him a look of sneering lust. I dimly realized, "oh my god I think they're queer!" I had never met any queers that I knew of, but had been trained to stay well away from them. I watched what they did as the miles rolled by, but quickly looked away if they dared look in my direction.

Texarkana was our first city bus station. There was no toilet on the bus, so I really needed to take a dump. I walked into the station men's room. There was a wall full of urinals, another with half a dozen crappers, and some sinks by the door. A wave of stale urine and worse stink washed over me as I entered. Why can't they keep a public facility cleaner than this? I wondered.

But the fullness of my bowels led me into the far stall by the walls. The bowl was dirty, crusted with stale urine and shit stains. The seat was damp with drops of yellow fluid. I rolled up some toilet paper to dry it off before sitting down. I hadn't been away from home before on my own. I was tired and more than a little scared. I didn't have much of a plan for New York.

I started to relax before evacuating my rectum. I looked to my left and shuddered to see fresh cum on the wall of the stall by the toilet paper dispenser. Next to that was a peep hole, big enough to put a lead pencil through. Far too small for a cock. I looked away from the jizz but could still smell the bleachy odor. I plopped a turd into the bowl.

I heard someone come into the stall next to me. I heard the pale young man whisper, "It stinks in here." Then heard the deeper voice say, "just shut up and suck my dick." My God, the two faggots were in there. I felt very ashamed having a look, but it was like an auto accident—simply impossible not to look.

Through the peephole I could see the lips of the young man wrapped around a surprisingly fat cock. I had never seen a man's erect cock, before—besides my own. The boss grabbed both of the smaller man's ears and was masturbating his penis urgently deep in the young man's throat.

This went on for a long minute, then I heard a whispered, "Get up and bend over." I saw the pale man open his pink hole for his buddy, who spit on the exposed sphincter and stuck his cock up the butt that had obviously performed this duty before. It seemed it only took a few frantic thrusts before the orgasm spent itself up the shitchute of the small, pale butt boy.

The softening dick pulled back out of the asshole covered with cum and shitstains. The pink lips of the white face began to lap up the cum and shit without being told and didn't stop until that penis was perfectly clean. I was so shocked that I almost ran out of the stall, but remembered to wipe my own ass at the last minute.

I read a book the rest of the way to New York, and fortunately the bathrooms in the northern states were much cleaner than that one back in Texarkana."

But Clayton had no way of knowing then that the shock of seeing a queer lick shit in a bus station toilet was nothing compared to what awaited him in New York City.

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The wooden stocks that Clayton found himself slave to were two pieces of wood with small halfholes for the wrists, and a larger semicircles for the neck. They were sanded smooth and lacquered because they were designed to be worn for long periods. When locked together around the neck and wrists the unfortunate victim couldn't shield his genitals, his anus, or his mouth and throat while fastened to it. Although a captive could be tortured in this device, it could also be interleaved into a larger table that snapped against it, leaving the head and hands sticking up through the table like a centerpiece and the naked body hidden under the table.

The table was high enough that the young man's legs were bent into positions that quickly became quite uncomfortable unless a small stool was slid under for him to sit on. If he was to be left locked into the table for hours the stool had to be provided.

But how had a sweet young man virgin from Texas come to be locked into that table when Aaron dropped the expensive wool trousers of his fine Italian suit to lower his 35 year-old investment banker ass right in front of the mouth of this handsome young athlete? He lowered his asshole a whisper away from the forehead while his lackey grabbed the youth's fashionable collar-length hair to pulled his head back as far as the wooden neck hole would allow. As he'd obviously done before, Aaron grunted out a large pliable turd that rolled down Clayton's forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth before splattering onto the plate under his chin.

He silently wiped his ass on the top of the head sticking through the table. Then he pulled up his pants, leaving Clayton to stare at the plateful of shit. How did such an innocent find himself in that position?

Aaron kept a journal—in fact, it was the discovery of this journal by the authorities that ultimately led to his arrest and conviction. The journal held the pieces to who was being paid to do what—how the whole conspiracy fit together. But Randy was being paid to find fresh meat, and obviously had a talent for ferreting out who would have powerful families looking for them, and who would not be missed for a long time, if ever.

Clayton told me, "I was very tired and hungry by the time my bus arrived in New York in the late afternoon. I thought I would look for a YMCA in the phone directory and just go to the nearest one until I could figure out what to do next. A guy with a friendly face not more than a couple years older than I approached me and asked, "Where ya headed, buddy?" I told him a bit of my plan.
He explained he was with the Campus Crusade—that they were in the business of helping young people and runaways get safely cared for in the big city.

"You have to listen to a few sermons, but it's really not so bad. They even helped me find a job." He asked me harmless questions, and said that the ministry was only a few blocks away. He helped me with my luggage. A couple of blocks from the bus station, he saw a phone booth. "Let me just call and let them know you're coming so they can include you in dinner tonight."

I had never seen anything like how sleazy this neighborhood around the bus station was. Porno theaters everywhere, whores and hustlers and drug addicts walking the streets in broad daylight. One girl stuck her hand down her short skirt right in front of me, and I could feel myself getting a hard-on—although it disgusted me.

The city was unbelievably noisy, with so many tall buildings you couldn't even see the sky. I had never seen anything like it and didn't like it. Cars and buses crammed the streets and there was far too much happening to take it all in.

Suddenly a dark hood was yanked down over my head and my arms were pinned behind me from behind. I was thrown down (probably into a windowless van) and I heard doors slam.

"Shut the fuk up or they'll never find your body." I heard a low voice growl this into my ear but a foul rag was stuffed into my mouth to underscore the point. There were at least four of them and I was jammed into a straight jacket in my shock before I could react. My shoes were wrenched off, and my blue jeans and underwear were stripped off next. Leather cuffs were fastened around my ankles, and these were attached to a metal bar about a yard long. My shriveled penis and clenched butt were exposed.

I beat the metal bar against the floor of the van with all my strength and flopped my body frantically like a fish out of water.

"Whoa, Nelly!" laughed one as he taped the rag in my mouth with gray duct tape. "We can't present Aaron with damaged goods and expect to received top dollar!" He jammed a syringe in my butt and whatever he squirted in really stung [it was Valium].

Within five minutes I began to relax a lot. I was a lot less afraid.

I heard a voice say, "Suck his dick, Dee!", and I felt a warm mouth around my shriveled penis.
I had heard about b jobs, as all schoolboys do, but had never received one. I felt my cock begin to harden. As I began to moan, I could hear the heavy breathing of the other men in the van. I heard one spit into his hand and could hear the sloppy sound of his masturbation. They shouted out encouragement to her--"that's it, bitch, suck him good". "Take it all the way down your throat, yeah."
"Swallow his spunky load." "Eat his ass, Dee!"

"Eat his ass?!" I yelled despite the rag and duct tape. I'd been on the bus the better part of three days. I hadn't had a shower in two. I could feel bits of dried shit in my butt hairs despite my best efforts to clean up along the way. I couldn't subject even a working girl to this. I wrenched frantically but felt two small hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I felt a tongue and saliva working its way into my anal sphincter.

By the second day of travel I get constipated, and felt myself turning red with shame as Dee's whorish tongue (they must've brought one of those streetwalkers with them!) wiped the dried shit off my butt hair. I prayed I wouldn't catch some terrible hooker disease. She kept probing while one of the men said, "don't stop until you taste his turd." I was feeling humiliated but when Dee's mouth went back to my dick I was still very turned on.

That turned on feeling turned to shock as one of the men stuck a middle finger into my anus while Dee continued to suck. The big man probed until his finger found the turd, and he hooked off a shit nugget. They lifted the hood and duct taped my eyes closed. He waved the chunk of shit under my nose and said, "Smell that? It's your new best friend. Eat it, Dee."

He placed the shit in the palm of his hand and jerked my cock with it. "Suck his shitty cock, Dee!" And Dee did so, while the three men crowded around me. The leader ordered them, "Cum in my shitty left hand." And I could hear their orgasmic moans as they spewed spunk into his palm.
"Now, boy, you're going to swallow every drop of this shitty cum while Dee sucks you off." I clenched my jaws tight but he just slapped the sloppy load onto my face and rubbed it around my nose, mouth, and lips, while Dee sucked harder than ever. Despite myself I spewed my load down her throat.

The van pulled into a warehouse style building with garage and internal elevator that could take vehicles. In the safety of this refuge from prying eyes, my hood was removed and I looked down on a 4 foot 3 inch male dwarf, who leered up at me.

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Clayton looked down at the dwarf between his legs. He heard a voice behind him say, "Okay, D, clean him up. You know Aaron likes 'em clean at first." It took all three of the men plus the dwarf to muscle the young tennis player into the wooden stocks, and then interleave him into the table. The table was in the center of a bare, small rectangular room that was within the larger warehouse/loft style space. Three walls of this room were fully mirrored, and the fourth wall sheltered some rudimentary electronic equipment and a television behind some bulletproof plexiglass.

In the mirror Clayton saw his tired, frightened face and hands poking up through the table surface. Because his head was so close to the table's surface he couldn't see his shriveled penis reflected in the mirror before him, or his unprotected anal sphincter in the mirrored wall behind him.
But anyone standing or kneeling on the table a meter above his head could easily see his entire body under the flat surface that cut off his head and hands from the rest of his body.

Positioning himself on the table so that Clayton's angry hands couldn't reach him, the dwarf put his mouth up against the handsome youth's ear. D watched himself stick his tongue out long and theatrically while licking Clayton's ear. Clayton tried to yank his head away but could only move by millimeters. "Oh, you country boys are delicious!" D whispered.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Clayton. When Aaron comes here, not long from now, he is going to pull down his pants right in front of your face. Then he's going to use your head as his personal toilet. I'm going to slap his shit all over your face with my erection. I'll be trying to pack as much of Aaron's turds down your throat as I can. If you bite my cock, one of the bodyguards will break both of your arms.

"Here's the best part: while I'm painting your face brown with Aaron's crap, Aaron is going to be turning your virgin pussy into his urinal. How does that sound?"

Clayton didn't believe the dwarf. It was too insane and incomprehensible. Nevertheless, he saw himself sobbing in the mirror, his face a mask of desperation and pain. He felt the salty tears wetting his cheeks and dripping onto his chin. His nose began to run a little.

"There, there, now. We mustn't cry. You'll come to love this, and will remember tonight fondly in the months and years to come." The tiny man began to lick the tears off of Clayton's face, then tongued around his nose. He put his mouth over both nostrils and began to suck. "Come on, blow your nose into my mouth!" But Clayton only pulled his head back as much as he could, and quickly controlled his tears.

From Aaron's Journal, August 13, 1973

The new boy from Texas was one of the best ever. He's extraordinarily good-looking, but doesn't seem to know it. He was well-sedated and confined by the time I arrived. I so enjoy seeing them completely in my power—so helpless!

My strategy is shock and awe—I just try to overwhelm them all at once, and I think it makes the subsequent training easier. I just squatted over him and shit out a couple of big logs right away. Then the dwarf and I took his stock out of the table and slid it into a vertical hold, so that his head was face forward, leaving his abdomen supported by a padded sawhorse to which his manacled feet could be tied. This left his virgin ass completely exposed to me.

The dwarf began slapping slapping his face with his donkey dick. I grabbed a handful of shit and lubed up the tight ass. The valium helps straight boys relax in ways they simply couldn't, otherwise. But there's no way the first time is not going to hurt.

Seeing a young man exposed to me, his ass painted with my shit, gets me so hard that I can't wait. I can't go slow, I can't take it easy. I have to just ram it up the hole as deep and as fast as I can.
The place is thoroughly soundproofed, and has to have double glazed windows, because there is certainly some screaming involved in this!

After a few minutes of this the screaming softens to a muffled moan, and my dick begins to soften enough for me to begin to empty my overfull bladder. I always yell out to the dwarf, "I'm turning his hole into a urinal!" But I have pints of urine to empty into the virgin hole, and it isn't long before I can sense that Clayton is starting to cramp.

"Listen, buddy, if you get uncomfortable just shit it back out onto my cock!" None of these young virgins want to lose control of their bowels in front of a man in that way, but eventually the distress is such that I feel the browned urine and chunks of turds washing back over my public hairs and onto the floor.

This is so arousing that I always orgasm deep into the young man's rectum. "I'm going to cum up your ass! I'm gonna shoot my load right up your butthole! Take my jizz up your hole. You freaking cumpdump I'm shooting up your pussy!"

The dwarf knows this is his signal to shoot a ropey, steaming load of cum onto Clayton's face.
He rubs the cum around his face, nose, and mouth, where it will dry. With Clayton back in the table, the dwarf puts the stool under him so he can sleep sitting up.

In New York only two hours, the young man from Texas has had cum smeared on his face twice, been raped, used as a urinal and forced to eat shit. We left a gentle night light on so that he could watch the cum dry on his face as he tries to sleep in the mirrored prison.

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"I hardly slept that first night", Clayton told me. "I was uncomfortable in the stocks. I had shit and cum drying on my face. The drug they had given me was starting to wear off and I was really panicking."

"There was a fairly bright red bulb on in the room, and I was used to sleeping in complete darkness. Aaron's shit, which the dwarf had smeared on my face with his erection, was still on my face. The dried excrement changed the way I looked and I didn't recognize who I was. My lips were dry but when I tried to moisten them I could taste shit. My bladder was really full but I didn't want to wet myself and I was sure that soon they would have to let me out to clean up and void myself.

Eventually the dwarf came in. he was just a little more than four feet tall. He was naked except for the black leather collar that he wore. He had a pair of dice tattooed on his left shoulder. But these dice, instead of being slung over a rear-view mirror as you would expect, were slung over an erect cock, so that the dice stood in for testicles. His penis was twice the size of a normal full grown man, which gave him the look of a penis with just enough body present to support it.

"Listen, man, I really need to pee." Clayton naturally had a deep voice and the lack of sleep gave the tone more gravel.

"No worries, mate. Here's my mouth." And the dwarf started to crawl under the table toward Clayton's penis. Clayton's legs, which were still shackled apart by the metal spreader, were not bound to the table and Clayton's used his strong abdominals to lift them up and push the bar into the dwarf, hard. The dwarf skidded back against the mirror.

"Get your mouth away from me, you sick pervert!"

The naked dwarf just laughed, and said, "You will urinate in my mouth." He said nothing else, but grabbed Clayton's leg bar from behind and tied it tightly to eye hooks on the wall behind Clayton.

Clayton couldn't move any part of his body effectively. He felt a small mouth begin to swallow his limp dick. "I'll never be able to pee like this!" Clayton said through clenched teeth.

"I know" laughed the dwarf. "I was just shittin' ya. Here's a jar for you to use." The dwarf held a glass jar under Clayton's penis. It certainly wasn't easy to urinate in his position, but Clayton was so relieved to have the midget's mouth off of his private parts that he eventually was able to empty his bladder into the jar.

"Good work, mate! Time for your bath!"

With that, the dwarf took a large mouthful of Clayton's urine from the jar and spat it into the handsome young man's face. Several more mouthfuls followed. Then D began to lick the shit and cum re-moistened with the recent virgin's (but no longer) urine. He would fill his mouth with the boy's pee and then hold his lips against the young face, dribbling hot, concentrated urine out a little at a time as he licked the face clean of Aaron's dried wastes.

The young man was screaming every curse and threat he could think of at the dwarf, but the dwarf would just dribble more urine into his yelling face.

When the dwarf was satisfied the pretty boy's face was basically clean he poured the rest of the urine into a red enema bag with a long hose attached to a hollow butt plug. There was plenty of dried shit on Clayton's anal sphincter from Aaron's messy corn hole deflowering the night before. D moistened this with some urine to make some fresh shit lube, plunged the plug up Clayton's ass as he gasped in pain, and emptied the bag up his young ass.

"When you're ready just shit that mess out onto the floor", the dwarf said as he left the room.