Europe 2040-8


by Jamie <Woodthorne@csi.com>

Sorry for the delay – I found out that my Notebook can't swim!

Chapter 8: Punishments

Klaus came towards me. "Get over the end of the table," he directed firmly.

I looked to Hans for mercy, but he returned my look with just a shrug. A deal was a deal.

Sore from my whipping, I took up the required position and looked at Klaus. For a long moment he looked at me lasciviously and I could see the prominent bulge down his left trouser leg where his instrument of my punishment was clearly aroused. He came to me and took my left wrist and strapped it to the railing in the area of the table where the centre leaf had been removed. He walked slowly around me, allowing his hand to slide across my exposed rear and then secured my right wrist. Next he knelt down and pulled my right ankle to the side and secured it and then did the same with the left one. I was helpless and obscenely exposed.

"Hans," said Klaus courteously, "this is where you need to leave since I want Jamie to have no comfort from you as he gets what was agreed."

Hans started to object, clearly relishing the idea of seeing me violated by our neighbour, but then did as he was bid and left the room, closing the door behind him. I had no doubt that Hans remained outside the door, listening, but my attention was consumed by Klaus who slowly walked into my field of vision and started disrobing.

When Klaus removed his trousers my eyes were drawn irresistibly toward the thick tube of flesh that hung between his legs. My eyes and my mind could not comprehend what I saw. Although Hans was well developed, and despite the knowledge that Klaus evidenced even greater development, the thick tube that was slowly enlarging almost defied belief. In length and girth, Klaus outdid even Thierry the farmer when it came to size.

Klaus saw my apprehension and chuckled. "Sorry you made the deal now?" he asked with a smirk.

"For god's sake Klaus," said I, trembling, "I can't take that. It's not possible."

"My friend," he said, "I've had younger men than you and they could take it with a bit of effort, so I am sure you really can. It might just hurt a bit, or" he added with an evil laugh, "a lot".

Klaus awkwardly positioned himself in the opening in the table and popped up in front of me. He placed his organ directly in front of me. I recoiled as best I could within my bonds and looked up into his determined eyes.

"If you want it lubricated, you'll have to do it yourself," he declared, knowing that I couldn't possibly take the monster dry.

I opened my mouth and started licking his shaft, hoping to bring forth some lubrication to ease its inevitable assault on my exposed rear.

Klaus had a bit of a reputation for being a sadist and friends of Hans and mine informed us from time to time about his nefarious exploits. The general pattern was that Klaus seemed to achieve his greatest _s_e_x_ual releases by combining pain with sodomy and I was not at all surprised to find myself being forced to the point of choking as he raped my mouth. When I tried to pull away, Klaus grabbed my hair and held me in position. His rod seemed to fill with blood and take on the consistency of iron as I administered to his needs.

Finally Klaus withdrew from my mouth and kissed me. He then extricated himself from within the table opening and went to my rear as I braced for the onslaught. Before violating me and claiming his prize, Klaus took a cane from the wall and administered six or seven vicious strokes to my already tender buttocks and I cried out at the intense pain. But then, suddenly, he moved in towards his target and mounted me without any preliminaries. The pain was indescribable and I screamed at the sudden and brutal invasion and bucked against the leather straps that held me in place.

In the past Hans had been sometimes brutal in his taking of me, but that was nothing compared with the pain that Klaus' brutal assault caused as my torn hole revealed. For quite some time he ploughed into me, so wrapped up in his own lust that he had nary a thought for my torment. When he finally spent himself deep within my rearranged insides, my relief was palpable and it was only after that he had recovered his breath and energy and withdrawn did he show the slightest concern at my welfare.

Klaus cleaned as much of the damage as possible and then permitted me to go home with Marat and Hans who had to support me as I hobbled across the driveway. Marat had clearly enjoyed himself with young Wilhelm and prattled on about his exploits. When we reached our home we found a degree of commotion as Kristofer was shouting at Sergio and Jean in terms that would have made a sailor blush. Hans decided to take charge while Marat and I went to our respective room and, in due course, Hans appeared and gently soothes my tender body.

The following morning I awoke in severe stress and pain and could not believe the extent of the damage that Klaus had caused. I stayed in bed for much of the day and Hans took care of me. He also took Kristofer, Jean and Sergio in hand although the nature of his vengeance only became apparent to me when I dressed and went down for dinner.

Klaus and Wilhelm came to our home during the first morning of the weekend and both visited with me whilst I lay in bed recovering. Wilhelm sat uncomfortably on my bed whilst Klaus briefly checked up on my condition and then left.

Wilhelm quietly told me how Robert and Marat had seduced him the previous evening and finally how Marat had deflowered him.

"Sir," he said to me, I was shocked and disgusted when Marat did that and it hurt a lot. But after he and I climaxed, I think I was starting to enjoy it. What's wrong with me?"

"Wilhelm," I replied, "many people your age don't really know their true needs. Often they think that they need to act out a certain role but deep down want something quite different. That might be the case with you. Time will tell and only you will know what you really enjoy.

"In the mean time," I added, "I think you should start getting yourself ready for when Klaus wants you. I can tell you from my ordeal that he will hurt you. So my advice is to start preparing yourself."

"What do you mean?" he inquired.

"Well, I think you should start trying to loosen yourself," I replied.

"How?" he asked imploringly.

"You can get some experience, with, say, Robert perhaps, if Klaus will let you, or you can use a _d_i_l_d_o_ and start stretching your hole," I advised. "Mind you," I added as a postscript, "all the practice in the world will not be enough to save you from some pain when Klaus does take you. But some preparation is better than none."

"Why did Klaus hurt you so much?" asked Wilhelm, trying to avoid the intimate nature of our conversation.

"Wilhelm," I replied, you need to understand that Klaus and Hans and, to a lesser extent, I get highly aroused by pain. It is different from the erection you got when you were being punished, but not that much different. Let me explain.

"Being caned or whipped or whatever gives great pain and stimulates the very core of your _s_e_x_uality and so, despite the pain, you get excited and, as you did, have an orgasm. When inflicting pain, whether with an instrument such as a cane or by _s_e_x_, the effect is more a mind thing for the excitement comes from seeing and hearing a person suffering. It is a sense of power that you get which is every bit as erotic and stimulating than what you felt when you were being beaten. Provided the degree of punishment is within the rules by which our lives are governed, then the excitement one feels seems justified."

"But, Sir, I could hear you scream as Klaus did what he did," replied Wilhelm. "Did he mean to do that?"

I took the boy's hand in mine and tried to soothe his obvious concern. "Wilhelm," I said gently, "from what Klaus' friends have told Hans and I, I understand that Klaus was not always as rich and powerful as he is today, nor has he always been a dominant person.

"From what we have heard, it seems that Klaus grew up with three brothers and a drunken father in rather modest circumstances and was frequently beaten and used _s_e_x_ually by them all because he was the youngest. What happened to his mother I know not. Yet it seems that through all the abuse, Klaus had no one to protect him. When he was finally able to leave he did so, and now when he gets the chance to exert the power he has created for himself, he does so but to a greater degree than is common because I think he is probably striking out at all those years of his own abuse.

"He hurt me greatly," I concluded, "mainly because he had that power. I resent it and yet I still love him as a close friend. The trick, I think, is to make him feel as if you and he are more than master and servant. If he comes to think of you as a companion and not just a prisoner, he might treat you more kindly. I don't know, but it is something worth thinking about."

Wilhelm sat on the bed thinking about what I had said. I dozed off to sleep and didn't see anyone until I went to dinner.

When I had showered and dressed for dinner I felt considerably better than I had when I awoke, and I started to take an interest in what was happening in the house.

The first thing I noticed was that Marat seemed quite chirpy and was earnestly engaged in conversation and petting with Wilhelm. They looked quite at ease as they sat in the library, well out of the way of the others.

When I entered the sitting room I found Klaus and Hans having a _c_o_c_k_tail and Hans greeted me enthusiastically and Klaus expressed his pleasure that I was recovered enough to join them for dinner. Hans poured me a _c_o_c_k_tail as I inquired as to the shouting match that had greeted us when we had arrived home the previous evening.

'It seems that Jean and Sergio were mocking Kristofer for the way he had been walking after our night with him" said Hans. "Kristofer threw a punch and then the three of them started scrapping. No one was hurt but had we not arrived home when we did who knows what would have happened."

"What have you done with them?" I asked as I went over to give my partner a kiss.

Hans returned my kiss and then said: "They're in their rooms. Go and see if you are learning their lessons so far. I intend to give them a sound caning this evening after dinner."

As I started to go and investigate I asked whether Klaus and Wilhelm were staying for dinner. Hans confirmed that they were and indicated that Robert would be joining us as well.

I went into the corridor that led to the prisoners' quarters and went directly to Sergio's room. Under normal circumstances Sergio would have stood as I entered but he was unable to move or to speak. Hans had obviously decided to make the three lads consider their fates and to this end had tied Sergio, naked, in a spread-eagled manner and had put a rubber ball gag in his mouth. On the table next to the bed, well within Sergio's view was a heavy cane.

I smiled at the simplicity of the punishment for Sergio could do nothing but lie there with the instrument of his pending chastisement clearly in view and clearly weighing on his mind. I walked over and sat gingerly beside the lad and ran my hand over his chest.

"You have been warned before Sergio," I said gently as I let my hand wander down to his manhood. "You can expect no mercy now I'm afraid. You are just lucky that this didn't get further out of hand because Hans would quite probably have sent you off to Prison Camp."

Sergio grunted as I played with him and gradually aroused him fully. He started to squirm as I played with him and his juices started to rise but when I had him close to a rather speedy orgasm, I removed my hand and left the room with the lad grunting in frantic frustration.

Jean, who was the most senior of our band, had shared much the same treatment as Sergio but Hans had also put a leather harness on him that encircled his balls and _c_o_c_k_ tightly and forced the inevitable erection down between his legs. Frustration and anguish was written all over his face. I said nothing to Jean and quietly walked away to allow him to contemplate his fate.

Kristofer was in tears when I entered his room where he sat with his hands cuffed behind him and his private secured in the same manner as Jean. He was clearly feeling the strain and the fear that Hans had intended and I went to him, sat down and put my arm around him.

"Kristofer," I said gently and lifted his face towards mine, "you know that you should keep your temper under control".

"Yes Sir," he said quietly, a tear running down his cheek. "But Jean and Sergio just would not stop making jokes about me and I just snapped."

"Can't you see that that is precisely what they wanted to do: to provoke you?" I asked. "Now that we know that you threw the first punch, you're probably going to get the worst punishment."

"But that's not fair," he pleaded, "Sergio and jean started it."

I reached into Kristofer's lap and fondled his tormented organ. "Well it's up to Hans to decide since he has all the facts," I said. "Perhaps we can take care of this (fondling his erect organ) and make the pain of your caning go away afterwards."

Kristofer groaned at my fondling of his erection and I felt genuine sympathy for his plight even though neither Hans nor I would let him get away with fighting. I got up and left, resolved that my tender body and his soon to be caned one might share some comfort later in the night together.

I returned to the sitting room where Hans had poured a glass of wine for me.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Hans.

"I think they are getting the message," I said. "But I think Kristofer deserves some leniency for he was clearly taunted by the other two. I propose to soothe his pain after his punishment tonight if you don't mind."

Hans pondered my comment for a moment and then smiled. "Not a bad idea. He will receive a caning as he should but the other two will spend the night alone and frustrated as a sign of my anger and they should know that at least Kristofer is getting pleasure while they are suffering. Leave it to me; I think I know exactly what to do."

After we finished our drinks and dinner was almost prepared, Han went and released the three miscreants and had them bathe and prepare themselves for dinner. I had an opportunity while Hans was absent to observe the interaction between Klaus and Wilhelm. Whilst Klaus was naturally assertive and dominant, the occasional touch and smile indicated that he had a soft spot for the young lad and I was pleased to see that Wilhelm responded to the signals as if taking heed of my suggestion.

Hans, Sergio, Jean and Kristofer shortly joined our gathering and we moved into the dining where a fine meal was laid out largely as a result of Robert's efforts. Of our company, five of us were somewhat subdued whilst the other four seemed quite upbeat. Wilhelm and I were subdued because of our recent experiences and the accompanying discomfort. Sergio, Jean and Kristofer were noticeably unsettled by the prospect of an as yet unnamed punishment that awaited them after dinner.

During dinner, Klaus sought to make the three culprits feel as uncomfortable as possible and he and Hans discussed what they considered an appropriate punishment for their offences. Sergio, Jean and Kristofer looked increasingly uncomfortable and anxious as their fate was being discussed.

"Klaus," said Hans enquiringly, "who do you think is at blame the most in such a situation? Is it the person who throws the first punch or is it those who provoked the action?"

Klaus smiled, knowing full well what Hans expected the answer to be. "Well, it would seem to me," he said with a touch of venom in his tone, "that all parties in this instance have acted intolerably and all should be dealt with severely. However, from a cause and effect point of view, I would have to conclude that the first punch would not have been thrown without the provocation and therefore is deserving of some mitigation. Of course, that's just my view and it is up to you and Jamie to decide what should be done."

Hans snorted as if to acknowledge the observation but left the three prisoners no wiser as to their fate. To me, it was clear that Hans intended to make the wait for all three as difficult as possible.

As we finished dining, Hans finally decided to put the three out of their misery and called me from the dining room and briefly sought my concurrence to his plan of action. We returned to the dining table and Hans sat down and looked at the three prisoners who waited in trepidation.

"Sergio and Jean," said Hans firmly, 'Jamie and I agree with the earlier assessment that was made that without your provocation there would have been no incident. We have decided that each of you will receive twelve strokes of the cane and twenty lashes with the whip. When you have been punished, you are going straight to your rooms where you will be shackled for the night. Now go and get ready."

The two young men gasped at the severity of the sentence and Jean seemed about to object but thought the better of it. Slowly, he rose and grabbed Sergio and together they left for the punishment room.

All eyes turned to Kristofer.

"Kristofer," said Hans, "I know that you were provoked but that is no excuse. You should learn not to respond to taunts and I am going to deal with you severely. However, after you have received twelve strokes of the cane we are not going to chain you up and Jamie and I will try to distract you from your pain. You will shower and joins us in our room straight after you have been punished. Now come with us."

Kristofer rose and came to my side and together we walked with the others to the room in which Sergio and Jean were already stripped and awaiting their chastisement.

As we entered the two were chatting quietly and fell silent. Hans took Kristofer by the arm and led him to our machine and strapped him into position. Klaus, with Wilhelm at his side and Robert nearby, moved to the side of the room where Sergio and Jean waited nervously. Marat joined me on the other side of the room and we watched at Kristofer steeled himself for the ordeal to come.

Hans took up a thin, whippy, cane and mercifully wasted no time in applying the first stroke. As always, I was fascinated by the sound of the cane as it flashed through the air, the 'crack' as it met the rounded buttocks of its victim and the inevitable reaction of white skin to being struck. Kristofer breathed heavily as he absorbed stroke after stroke and his buttocks started to exhibit the bright red weals that arose in a neat pattern where the cane had visited. After seven strokes Kristofer started to yelp and clenched and unclenched his cheeks as the pain coursed through his tender rear.

Hans neatly striped the lad's backside with just a few millimetres of space between the marks. From the rounded top of Kristofer's backside to the tender cleft at the top of his thighs, red lines were turning into dark purple by the time Klaus concluded the final stroke and then moved to release the well-punished lad.

Tears seeping from his eyes, Kristofer came to me, seemingly unabashed by his nakedness, and I kissed his sweaty forehead. I told the lad to go and shower and to stay in Hans and my room and he walked slowly from the punishment room as the rest of turned to observe the main event.


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