The Prison Xxiii


by Jamie <Woodthorne@compuserve.com>

Warning: This story is a work of fiction. It contains graphic descriptions of punishments, non-consensual homo_s_e_x_ual activity (including _s_e_x_ with characters who would be regarded as minors ie above the age of 16 but under the age of 21) and other matters, which are unsuitable for minors. DO NOT READ if such material is considered offensive or unpalatable or if it is illegal to do so in your jurisdiction. The original story was typed in 1984/85.

Chapter 23: Alex's story - Part 3

Damien and I were ushered into a huge room at one end of which was set an enormous bed. Our master went directly to it and propped himself on some cushions and then directed his attention to Damien and I.

We were ordered to remove the flimsy garment that protected our modesty and Damien was then taken to the prince and forced to kneel upon the bed between the prince's outstretched thighs. The prince smiled at me as Damien applied his mouth to the slab of flesh that had so recently torn William's arse to pieces.

"Well boy," he said to me, "did you enjoy seeing your young friend deflowered? I thought it most amusing and most pleasurable."

Careful lest my reply offend this man who held our lives in his hands, I replied: "Sir, I must admit to some sense of arousal at the sight but my attention was focussed mainly upon your massive strength and majesty."

"Your words betray your fear," he replied, "but you need not fear having me ride you this night for my tastes turn to other desires now. No, I intend that you should both give and receive pleasure for my pleasure."

With that peculiar comment he pushed Damien away and issued instructions to Yousef who grabbed Damien and led him to a sofa some distance from where I stood. Damien was required to kneel upon the sofa, his swollen buttocks spread. Yousef then went to a chest at one side of the prince's bed and produced a thin, wide strap, similar to that which had been used to lash Damien some time before. Yousef gave the strap to me.

"You shall warm up your friend until you are in a state of erection," directed the prince " and then you shall mount him with all your vigour. Use you full strength to chastise him or you shall receive twice the beating when it is your turn."

I knew I had no option and took comfort in the fact that the strap which I held had little weight and was designed to sting rather than to cause more permanent damage. I walked to where Damien was kneeling and said quietly: "I am sorry that I must do this, but I have no choice."

Damien turned his head and nodded in acknowledgement.

As I moved to one side of the couch upon which Damien knelt, I saw some guards bring in a small, dark haired youth who they took to the prince's bed. This lad could not have been even as old as William. He was pretty and had a most luscious backside and when the prince's hand moved to it I knew this youth was to be sacrificed upon the now swelling organ of the prince.

A quick slash of Yousef's cane reminded me of my duty and I raised the strap and applied the first lash to Damien's posterior. I tried to hold back from using al my strength but Damien whimpered a little as the leather covered his nether cheeks.

I found the power of disciplining Damien in this manner quickly to my liking and with each stroke that followed my organ rose towards full erection. By the time I was in a state to enter Damien's rear portal, he was crying from the pain and clenching and unclenching his buttocks as each stroke fell. Excited at the sight, I dropped the strap and used my saliva to lubricate my engorged member and quickly violated my friend's arse. Damien screamed as, with one thrust, I slammed my full length into his arse and it was that scream that brought me to my senses. For not only had I been so absorbed in my lust that I ignored Damien's need for gentleness but my force also caused him immense pain as my groin and thighs made contact with his tender arse cheeks.

I must admit that, although I was tempted to withdraw entirely, my lust needed satisfaction and I rode Damien gently from that point until I reached my orgasm.

When I withdrew, Yousef pulled Damien to his feet and I saw tears streaming down his face and had difficulty looking him in the eye - such was my shame. Yousef motioned for Damien to move away and then turned to our master.

Across on the bed the prince was sporting his obscene erection which the small lad was quietly licking. "You should not have spared your friend," said the prince, looking directly at me. His tone sent a shiver down my spine.

"You," he called, indicating Damien, "you shall make your friend pay for his taking of his pleasure with you. You shall do so with all your strength for the failure to do so shall result in a most terrible punishment. Now you, (indicating me), get into position."

Resigned to my fate, I slowly got up onto the couch on my hands and knees and waited. Yousef went off to secure another weapon for my chastisement and Damien came near to where I was crouched.

"Damien," said I, "please do not show me any mercy for you have taken sufficient punishment already. Moreover, I was so rough with you that I deserve to be thrashed most soundly. So please obey your orders."

Before Damien could reply, Yousef returned with a long thin cane which he handed to Damien. I tried to concentrate on the seat of the couch, as I knew Damien would be taking up his position. Yousef then reached for me and thrust my head down onto the seat of the couch, stretching the flesh of my buttocks to the extreme.

The cane which Yousef had given to Damien did not appear as wicked as some that I had experience but the first stroke which slashed across my backside indicated just how deceiving looks could be. The pain was incredible and the end wrapped itself around showing its flexibility.

I would like to claim that I stoically received that first, and subsequent strokes, with equanimity but that would not be the truth. I cried out at the first blow and the volume of my protests increased with each successive stroke. In one sense I was pleased that Damien was applying the cane with such vigour for my treatment of him had been without mercy but the searing pain, which each stroke delivered, caused me to beg for relief.

Later Damien told me that he had given me some twenty strokes of the cane before Yousef indicated that he should stop. He also told me that my wailing was so intense that he had barely noticed that the young lad who was entertaining the prince had been impaled upon the prince's organ with obvious pain and suffering. (I had not heard the lad's screams at all.)

I was crouched and sobbing when the final blow was delivered and Yousef apparently directed Damien to come and hold me. I raised my head and saw Damien's beautiful member, erect and demanding attention and, without even thinking, I took his weapon into my mouth. I tried to forget the pain in my posterior as I concentrated on Damien's organ but the arrival of a warm and seemingly huge member at my anal opening quickly returned the centre of my attention to that part of my anatomy.

I did not know, although I perhaps surmised, that I had been selected for Yousef's pleasure that evening and I was shocked at how widely my rear was stretched as he entered me with powerful thrusts. I would later see Yousef's manhood in all its splendour and a mighty weapon it is, but at the time of that initial defilement all I could think of was the breadth and length of it as it was savagely pushed further and further into my rear passage.

Yousef ploughed my arse for an eternity, ignoring my pain and my pleas for mercy and each thrust of his pelvis against my lacerated backside only added to my agony. When finally he was done, Yousef withdrew savagely from my passage and left me shaking and sobbing on the couch with blood seeping from the points where the cane had broken my flesh and my aching nether hole.

When Damien and I were sent to the attendants to have our wounds attended to, we were treated with the utmost civility, which provided a strange contrast with the brutality that had been inflicted upon us. William and Kurt were no where in evidence but several other slaves were lying in various positions as attendants looked to repair the damage caused to their naked bodies.

Once our wounds had been tended, we were returned to our quarters where we found the atmosphere to be one calm acceptance of our situation and our plight.


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