Sandpaper to the Penis

Day One:

Forcibly introduced to the "mekhem". There were 6 guys that ran the place. Nasty swarthy guys who were doing life for murder or rape. The prison guard laughed as he pushed me into the common room. Since I don't speak arabic I made do with my terrible french. I was made to understand that these guys were the bad-asses of the joint. The place was cold dirty and smelled like sewage. I wasn't there 5 minutes before "fishhooks' had me sucking his huge curved cock. He wielded it like a weapon -not concerned about getting pleasure but intent on making me gag and choke. Fishhooks had been in since he was 16 for mangling some girl with a variety of treble fishing hooks. Nobody messed with him. There was no doubt from day one that I was to be his bitch. A young red-headed punk from Manchester with peach fuzz growing on my upper lip.

I remember crossing the border from Algeria into Morroco and my guide calling attention to the guards and saying something in arabic. Then I knew I was fucked. Earlier that day he had pressed 10 grams of "shit" (their word for hashish) into my hand and I stupidly put it in my pocket. The border guards called over conversed with the bastard who had been my guide and then searched me thoroughly. Of course they found it. It was in my left front pocket. I had seen the movie "Midnight Express" and knew I was in for deep trouble. I gave him all the dinars I had trying to bribe him but to no avail. He took the money anyway and called for the paddy-wagon.

The paddy wagon was an old station wagon-cum taxi with no door handles on the inside with just duct tape covering where they had taken it apart. The driver and border guard laughed and conversed in arabic and smoked the whole way to the gaol.

They didn't even strip search me. They just rifled through my rucksack and took most of what held value and gave the rest back to me. The rest of my stuff was stolen by the six.

Somehow I knew I was gonna be somebodies bitch. It was so surreal. Arabic men don’t much go for homo sex except for messing around with younger relatives prior to marriage. These guys were no exception. Sure they used me like a 20 pound whore whenever they wanted release (which was at least once a day each) but for them it was more of a power trip.

Fishhooks pointed to a pipe sticking out of the wall about chest level and made me understand that I had to shower and wash my arse real good. The water was freezing but I just did what he said like a robot thinking I would soon awake from this nightmare. He slapped me around a bit and then lifted up his jelaba to reveal his large (even when flaccid) dick with a prominent dark circumcision scar. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his hose into me, growing stiffer by the moment. After throat fucking me for what seemed like an hour he forced my head down and made me kneel on all fours on the dirt floor of his cell. He spat on his penis and forced it in my virgin hole. It hurt so bad I thought I would pass out. He pumped me for a few minutes all the time squeezing my nutsack as hard as he could. Only the deep abdominal pain of the testicule torture took my mind off the searing pain from my rectum. When he was done he motioned for the next guy to take his place assaulting my hole. It was about an hour before all 6 were done with me. I curled in a ball and cried until the next morning. Each of them had me suck them off that next day and almost gagged as each one of them came in my mouth.

Around noon there was a bunch of haggling and arguing among another group and Fishhooks. It seems some trade was being arranged. Later I learned I had been ‘rented out’ to a neighboring gang for 4 cigarettes. These 12 had managed to obtain my services for the evening. They were pretty shy and each one of them would fuck me furtively in the darkest corner of the courtyard, hurrying to finish as if afraid of being caught by a vigilant parent. None of them were very large either but the first guy fucked me dry which hurt like a bitch until his pre-come began to lubricate my arse. By the time they were done my arse was dripping and wide like a roll of half pound coins. Towards nightfall they handed me back to the 6 and the nightmare continued. Fishhooks laid me on my back on the edge of his cot and laid into my arse savagely. To make matters worse he repeatedly rammed his fist into my balls until waves of nausea threatened to make me pass out. The next guy, Wahhab, was worse. He positioned me dog-style and pistoned in and out of me not for any pleasure to himself but to cause me discomfort. He didn’t have a large prick, just very long and I could feel every jab into the far wall of my intestines. Halfway through he grabbed a handfull of dirt and began stroking my dick with it. He peeled back my foreskin and ground the dirt and sand violently onto my tender dick head.

This continued on a daily basis. The six would have their morning suck and fuck me later in the day. Every few days I would be rented out to various groups for some paltry exchange. One particularly horrible day I was fucked by no less than 30 men which left my arse bleeding and sore for weeks. One day Fishhooks managed to obtain some sandpaper and amused himself by rubbing the gritty paper over my cockhead for about half an hour pausing only to punch me savagely in the balls. He intimated that he would stop grating my tender cock when I came. So I bore it as best I could and tried to work myself up to an orgasm. When he saw I was about to come he stopped and grabbed my ballsack and punched it as hard as he could until I passed out. I awoke with a bleeding and swollen penis with someone, I don’t remember who, anally assaulting me.

About 4 months later four of the six cornered me and made me strip. They laid me on the wooden table that was in the courtyard and produced a single-bladed razor. With one man at each leg and another holding my arms, Fishhooks proceeded to circumcise me. I have never been in so much pain. He cut slowly letting the blade drag through the foreskin. He took his time, relishing in my anguish. He had pushed a cylindrical object over my glans (I think it was a kodak film cannister) and pulled the foreskin very tightly forward with his thumb and forefinger. He sawed and cut all my foreskin away even cutting into the cannister and piercing my dick head. He then pulled it off and excised the remaining skin to just beneath my corona. I had passed out but slowly awoke to the feel of someone repeatedly punching my nutsack. Apparently I had been out for a while because my scrotum was bruised and swollen to the size of an apple.

When my dick healed after 8 weeks the skin was so tight I could barely stand an erection. There was so little skin left that when I got hard it pulled the skin up from my groin and my shaft was only covered by the skin stretched up from my pubic region with hairs more than halfway up my shaft. Before I had had a nice cock which measured 3 ½ inches soft and almost 7 hard. But now the skin was so tight that there were barely 2 inches visible when soft and only 4 inches hard as my cock was buried under the pubis.

I hadn’t come since entering the gaol some months before. Fishhooks made it known that if I ever came or was caught touching myself I would pay. It didn’t seem like much of a threat though, given the torture I had been subjected to on a daily basis. So one day when everyone was away at daily prayer I attempted to stroke my mutilated cock to orgasm. I had almost reached nirvana when fishhooks came back and caught me.

The next 24 hours were sheer agony. Using twine they had salvaged from somewhere they tied my dick and balls off very tightly, forcing my orbs tight against the skin of the scrotum. Fishhooks and Sahwan ground a paste of stinging nettles and camphor root into my package. Then they proceeded to beat my cock and balls with a wooden-soled slipper. They repeatedly pounded my dick head until there was bruising and bleeding under the skin. I practically begged for them to switch to my balls which they didn’t neglect. The pounding continued for a good hour (or so it seemed). Using his belt, Sahwan, repeatedly walloped my tied up sac for at least 30 minutes. When he grew tired, Fishhooks took a rat-trap he had found and released the spring mechanism over and over again letting the cold, hard steel wire pound into each testicle repeatedly. I fainted or passed out, I don’t know which but when I awoke, Fishhooks was mauling my arsehole. He didn’t want to fuck me –just force 4 or 5 fingers in me and stretch from opposite sides. He was holding my arse open like a shopping bag, two fingers on either side holding it as wide as he could. When Sahwan reentered the room he carried a jar full of buzzing wasps. There must have been 40 or 50 of them. I remember the half-torn label on the jar...something in Arabic script but the picture definitely said it had held tomatoes. He put it over my cock and balls and hit it with his hand to excite the wasps. They needed no other provocation and set about stinging as if there were no tomorrow. Each sting felt as if I had been set on fire. The wasps settled down, mostly on my dick head and plunged their stingers deep into my flesh. Sahwan kept shaking the jar, agitating the wasps, and as the venom entered my shaft it burned like tabasco sauce. Fishhooks then carefully took the jar away and came back with a serious look on his face. He explained in arabic, which I was beginning to learn, that I needed a lesson. He mentioned something about a ‘fitra’ or some tenement of Islam about being pure. Then he grasped my scrotum in his left hand, drawing my nuts tight up against the sack and he punched. He drove his fist with all his might into my already tender and swollen sack. I thought I heard something pop but was losing consciousness at that moment. Sahwan slapped me awake and bade me look down. Fishhooks was twisting and stretching my scrotum with a look of delight in his face. He made me count to 20 in arabic. Wahid, Itnaam,Walatta... Each count was accompanied by a punch, as hard as Fishhooks could manage, to the balls. I was made to say ‘Afak’ which is ‘please’ each time though I could barely manage the numbers by themselves.

If I wanted to come, they explained, they would show me how. Fishhooks inserted his pinky finger into my urethra and started to force it up and down, in effect fucking my piss hole. It hurt like hell since he had very long jagged nails. But he kept pulsing it down my dick hole farther and farther until he had gone beyond the knuckle. When he pulled his finger out I could see blood on his nail. Not content with that damage he plunged his thick middle finger in and out as deep as he could go. It burned so bad I thought I would pass out. He pulled his finger out with a jerk and placed the rat trap over my dick head. He let it snap about 30 times right over my glans.

Tonight, he said, is going to be the worst night of your life. He began by forcing a large tuber or root up my arse. It must have been ginger or horses radish because it burned like hell. It wasn’t peeled and had a very rough skin so each thrust of it was excruciating. It felt like a menthol sportscream was being massaged into my anus. Next he took the sandpaper from before and bound it around a prayer stick (like a broom handle). He shoved it in and out of my arse until I was begging him to stop. I begged for his cock in my arse instead since it would be softer and he complied. But before the night was over each and every inmate in the place had taken a turn at my brutalized backside except for a few really old guys who I had to suck off instead. Many of them jacked off over my face while a line of guys pounded my ass the way that most people drive a car for hire –fast and recklessly. One guy came right up my nostril, purposefully aiming his jet so that I would have something to smell for days to come. When they had finished with me I was a loose as a french whore and dripping come and blood out my bunghole.

A few weeks later my parents managed a release –I don’t know how much it cost them but it must have been alot. The 6 had made it known that they didn’t want to part with me and I’m sure they were paid off somehow. On the night before my release Fishhooks took me aside and in surprisingly tender moment told me that he would miss me. He said he wanted to give me something to remember him by. He bade me spread my legs and enlisted Sahwan to hold my arms behind my back. Then he took a mallet ( I think it was a cobblers mallet) and drove it into my left nut with such force that there was no doubt that it had been crushed beyond repair.

Since then I have had to have it removed. I have never had any successful relationships with women. Occasionally some guys with an S&M twist will work me over but I really have never had an orgasm since before I left Algeria and ended up in a Morrocan prison.