Chapter 2: Alex and the auction
Some of the prisoners shifted restlessly throughout the afternoon while others drifted in and out of sleep as they waited for something to happen.
In the Warden's office, things were far more active as men moved in an out and messages dispatched from the prison to selected local citizens. The Warden himself was concentrating on the report from the prison doctor, Dr Weiss. In it was detailed the results of his examination of the newly arrived prisoners. Unbeknown to the subjects, the doctor had given a thorough account of every aspect of each prisoner including his assessment of their genitalia, their posteriors and their capacity to stand up to the rigors of prison life.
One of the new arrivals, according to the report, had undoubtedly had engaged in anal intercourse during recent years which was a cause for the Warden to be disappointed. Noting the cell number, the Warden gathered a set of keys and instructed two of the guards to accompany him. Quickly the trio strode to Barracks C, startling the prisoners as they entered. Purposefully they strode to cell number 16 and unlocked the door. The prisoner inside was a young man of no more than twenty years of age, average height, strongly built and rather handsome. He was dragged out and clasped by the two guards who followed the Warden to the far end of the cellblock where a staircase led down into the bowels of the building.
The quartet went down the stairs and the prisoners above heard a steel door clang shut as the group entered some underground chamber.
For Willhelm, the prisoner who had been so summarily removed from his cell, sheer terror struck him as he was escorted into the large underground room and the steel door was slammed shut.
Strong light blinded Wilhelm as he was thrust into the centre of the room. From every direction, lights shone on the spot where he was placed and he could see nothing beyond the intense white glare.
"Strip!" ordered an unseen voice. Knowing better than to argue, Wilhelm removed his shirt to reveal a broad hairless and a back which showed the effects of a flogging. He then removed his trousers to reveal an equally well-striped backside, the product of a sound caning that morning in the city square, and a well-developed penis. Wilhelm shivered, not from the cold but from the fear of the unseen men moving around in the darkness.
"Tell me your name, boy" directed a voice from the blackness.
"Wilhelm Krantz, Sir" replied the young man.
"Age, crime and sentence," ordered the voice.
"I am twenty Sir, and I was found guilty of stealing from my employer. I have been sentenced to thirty lashes and fifteen strokes of the cane and five years in this prison."
"Prisoner, when you arrived here were you not instructed that you should address all guards and officials as "Sir"?" intoned the voice.
"Yes Sir, I apologise Sir" replied Wilhelm.
"And what were you told would happen if you disobeyed any rule?"
"They said we would be caned Sir," Wilhelm replied anxiously.
"And so you shall," came the response from the Warden. "Now tell me boy, is it true that you have been having unnatural relations with another man?"
Wilhelm almost fainted at the question and blushed. His thought raced to the medical examination and he knew that he had made a mistake by not expressing discomfort when the doctor thrust his finger into his hole as the other prisoners had done.
"Yes Sir, it is true," replied Wilhelm.
"And with whom were these relations?" asked the Warden.
"My cousin," replied Wilhelm.
"What" exclaimed the Warden.
"My cousin Sir. When he punished me severely because my father is no longer alive, he would also have me as he would his wife Sir," Wilhelm explained.
"And your cousin's name?" asked the Warden. "How old is he?"
"His name is Jan Sir, and he is two years older than me Sir."
"Well, we shall have to have the authorities visit with your cousin, won't we," said the Warden, mocking the frightened lad. "But, for the moment, I want to show what happens to whores like you."
With that statement, other, less bright, lights were turned on and the two guards, now stripped to the waist, grabbed Wilhelm. Quickly they dragged him to a rack and laid down on his back. The guards secured his hands and feet and turned a wheel which took up the slack in Wilhelm's bonds. A few more turns were applied to the wheel and Wilhelm was stretched as far as he could go.
The Warden ran his hands all over the naked youth's body and cruelly twisted his genitals.
Upstairs, Alex and his fellow prisoners heard the scream which rose from Wilhelm's chest. Wilhelm was unable to contain himself as first his genitals were twisted and squeezed and then a whip was applied to his chest. As the whip was applied lower and lower down Wilhelm's body, his cries intensified and when the whip lashed his genitals he mercifully lost consciousness.
Cold water was thrown over Wilhelm to revive him and he was released from the rack. Any though that his torture was completed faded as Wilhelm was dragged across to a vaulting horse and quickly secured over it.
"For disobedience," said the Warden, "12 strokes of the cane."
One of the guards took up a four foot long cane and proceeded to add twelve strokes to Wilhelm's already beaten backside.
Up above, the prisoners squirmed as for over an hour, the screams continued. When all went quiet and the Warden and the two guards emerged from the stairwell without their prisoner, each quietly assumed that the youth was now dead.
Down in the dungeon, Wilhelm returned to consciousness after some little time, still bound upon the horse. He groaned from the pain which flowed throughout his body and moaned as he realised the jeopardy in which he had placed his cousin, Jan, through his confession.
Wilhelm drifted in and out of consciousness for quite some time and was brought wide awake by a bucked of cold water which was thrown over his naked, tortured, body. As he struggled awake, rough hands undid his bonds and he was lifted from the horse. Unable to resist, he surrendered to his captors and, when thrown onto the floor spread-eagled, he knew what now lay in store.
The prisoners above had seen a dozen guards troop through their chamber and down the stairs and realised that Wilhelm must still be alive. As the first of the men penetrated him, Wilhelm's renewed cries of pain confirmed that he was, indeed, still in the land of the living. By the time the gang rape was half completed, Wilhelm had lost the energy to cry out and just lay upon the cold floor as blood and other matter oozed from his savaged hole.
When the guards finished their assault, cold water was thrown over Wilhelm in an attempt to clean him up and he was dragged almost unconscious back upstairs to his cell. The other prisoners look on in horror as the almost lifeless form was thrown onto his bunk.
Alex could not contain his horror and anger.
"Bastards!" he yelled at the top of his voice.
Quickly a guard moved to Alex's cell door.
"That's bastards, Sir, my boy," he said with an evil grin. "For that outburst you are on report tonight and for speaking you are also on report. I'll enjoy watching you dance to the cane. We'll soon teach you your manners."
Condemned but defiant, Alex returned the guard's look, pleased that at least he had said something. Inwardly, Alex was not sure that the consequences totally would justify the satisfaction he had taken from his outburst.
The prisoners from the entire cellblock were herded out a short while later. There were not as many as Alex had anticipated - perhaps sixty or so which meant that this particular part of the prison still had more accommodation available. Given the capacity of the judicial system for incarcerating people for the most trivial of offences, Alex assumed that the vacancies would soon be filled.
The prisoners were led to another part of the rectangular set of buildings of which their cellblock was a part. They entered a huge hall which, although filled with other prisoners, was deathly quiet. Each of the occupants sat silently, eating the meal before him.
Alex and his fellow prisoners were directed to an area along one wall where they were to collect their own meals and they did so with alacrity. Not having eaten since the morning, each was particularly hungry. The group shuffled forward and found seat and began to quickly devour their meals. As they did so, other groups departed, having eaten.
Alex surveyed the crowded room and gradually noticed that there was certain uniformity amongst his fellow prisoner. All seemed to be relatively young with no one apparently older than his mid-twenties and some who appeared to be no more than fifteen or so. All were fairly good looking and well built. Alex found the similarities disconcerting, having expected a much greater variety of men to inhabit this place.
As the meal finished, guards indicated to Alex's group that they were to leave and they were meekly led out into the central courtyard.
As they left the hall, Dieter, Alex and three other prisoners who inhabited cells in the higher tiers of cellblock C were grabbed by guards and were led into the courtyard under escort. Each of the prisoners accepted the inevitable and made no attempts to resist. Dieter and Alex were surprised however when they found that men dressed in civilian clothes were walking into the courtyard as well.
As the small group walked towards the platform upon which they would pay for their breaking of the rules, Alex noticed that each of the civilians was rather well dressed and each was casting his eye over the prisoners.
Alex, Dieter and the three others under escort were taken to the foot of the stairs leading to the platform in the center of the courtyard and were instructed to wait. The rest of the prisoners from the cellblock were lined up in a row some few feet from the smaller group.
Each of the new prisoners had a numbered card given to him which corresponded to that of his cell.
Presently, when a sizeable crowd of civilians had arrived, some started to move towards the prisoners, sizing them up. Not a word was spoken to any of the prisoners but there were many unspoken messages. Some of the men also inspected Alex, Dieter and the three others who were to be punished.
After an initial inspection, the main group of prisoners was ordered, one-by-one to step up onto the platform and remove their clothes. Despite the cold evening, hot braziers around the courtyard ensured that a comfortable temperature was maintained. Each prisoner was paraded before the assembly and was made to turn about and display his body to the many peering eyes of the crowd.
Nineteen prisoners were thus paraded and, as the last left the platform, the crowd began to applaud as they left the scene.
Confused, the prisoners remained under guard.
The civilians left the courtyard by way of a door in the administration wing and assembled in a large room where wine was being served. Each man had already paid a considerable deposit for the opportunity to participate in tonight's event but now much larger sums were to be exchanged. Suddenly a hush fell over the room as the Prison Warden arrived.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said over the hushed room. "You have all paid your deposits and now you have seen what we have to offer this evening. In all, there are twenty-three new faces this night although, as you have noticed, two of them are under punishment. The other twenty-one came directly from the court this morning. There was one more in today's consignment but, unfortunately, he was found to be already wise in the ways of men and was therefore deemed unsuitable for this evening. You shall have an opportunity to assess his wares on a less select occasion.
"Tonight is one of the weekly sessions where you have the opportunity to bid for the right to deflower one of these prisoners. As you know, you also have the right to bid for the two virgins who are under punishment but, as you also know, they shall be punished first. They are numbers eight and eleven.
"We shall start with number one and proceed until all have been accounted for."
With that, unbeknown to the prisoners outside, an auction of their bodies commenced and proceeded vigorously for quite some time. Each bidder, noted the Warden, has his own preferences but a very tidy sum was secured for each of the prisoners, including Dieter and Alex. The highest price of all was fetched by the youngest of the prisoners, a fifteen year old by the name of Marco.
When the civilians returned to the courtyard most, but not all, we contented. One gentleman, a member of the nobility, was however less than content with the results of the auction for he had been unable to match the exorbitant amounts being offered for the young men whom he fancied. He had finally won one round of bidding for the prisoner who was third on his list of preferences and would now have to content himself with the soon to be posterior of young Alex.
Alex noticed the rather boisterous nature of the gentlemen who returned to take seats around the punishment platform and knew with dread that the time for an accounting had arrived.
Without ceremony, the oldest of the five prisoners to be punished this night was ordered onto the platform and told to strip off his clothes. He did so obediently and was quickly secured in a set of stocks. The stocks were lower than normal height, which meant that the buttocks and back were quite taut once the prisoner had been secured. Alex supposed that the height of the stocks was determined by the size of the smallest prisoner who might visit them.
The prisoner was informed that he was to be punished for not maintaining a tidy cell and that he had been sentenced to eight strokes of the cane.
To the calls of encouragement from the gallery, a guard stepped forward to undertake the operation. Alex and Dieter both shook a little as the guard took up the cane and did a short run up as he delivered the first of the eight strokes. The 'crack' of the cane as it reached its target echoed through the courtyard but brought forth no discernible sound from the victim. Strokes two, three and four similarly brought no sound from the prisoner and Alex noted, with a degree of comfort, that the cane being used was a light and whippy one. The intention was to cause pain but not to cut open the offered target.
Strokes five and six brought slight gasps of pain from the prisoner and the seventh and eighth strokes caused the man to buck and whimper a little. Overall, the prisoner had taken his punishment well in Alex's eyes and when he was released and returned, Alex noted that his tear stained face showed a degree of satisfaction in his having not been broken by the experience. Alex and Dieter both hoped that they might behave with equal stoicism when their turns came.
The next two prisoners were each given ten strokes. Both were slightly older than Dieter and Alex and both managed to contain their agony rather well although the first of the two did allow a slight scream to escape his lips and the tenth stroke was delivered.
Alex was the next to be taken up and he felt embarrassed as he removed his clothes in front of all the strangers. Crude comments flew through the night air regarding his appendage and Alex felt himself blush from head to toe. Alex then heard his fate announced. He was to receive five strokes for talking since it was a first offence and ten additional strokes for his insolence in questioning the parentage of the guards.
Alex's shoulders sagged as he heard the sentence and his legs shook a little as he heard the guard begin his short run. The 'crack' of the cane on his buttocks reached Alex's ears some moments before the pain reached his brain but when it did, the pain registered with greater intensity than Alex had expected. The second arrived almost before Alex could recover from the first and strokes three, four and five were delivered with equal speed.
His legs shaking a little, Alex expected the next lot of strokes to be delivered with equal speed but the guard took his time. Instinctively, Alex knew that the guard was determined to make him cry out. Alex, equally determined, resolved to resist the temptation to give voice to his agony and during the next six strokes and fairly even battle of wills ensued. The twelfth stroke was so terribly painful that Alex could no longer contain himself and let out a pitiful "Owww" as the pain seared through his body. Stroke thirteen was delivered more towards the right side of Alex's body and the end of the whippy cane wrapped around his thigh causing severe pain and almost colliding with his hanging organs. Alex screeched at the pain.
Adjusting his aim, the guard delivered the last two strokes to primarily to the left-hand side of Alex's rear, so much so that the tip of the cane on the final stroke landed fairly on the cleft between Alex's nether cheeks. Sobbing and shaking, Alex was released and allowed to restore his tight fitting trousers and was then returned to the small group at the foot of the platform.
Dieter looked at his comrade with pity as Alex was brought down but his attention was soon distracted as he was ordered onto the platform to take his punishment.
Dieter was undressed and secured in position to receive the twelve strokes of the cane and suddenly all of his thoughts were concentrated on his very exposed buttock. Dieter concentrated on trying not to cry out as the strokes fell but by the sixth was already whimpering. The seventh stroke brought Dieter up with a start as it landed right at the bottom of his backside and caused the lad to buck violently against his bonds. Although Dieter couldn't see it, the expression on the executioner's face told of the satisfaction that that particular stroke had provided. The remaining five strokes were aimed at the vacant, unblemished places on Dieter's prominent backside and by the time the lad was allowed to dress, his buttocks displayed twelve quite distinct stripes which would quickly become raised weals.
Dieter was led to the small band of malefactors as applause for the skill of the executioner broke from the audience as they departed through a door which led to the side of the courtyard opposite the prisoners' cellblock.
Within minutes, the guards ordered the prisoners into the same wing of the prison where they were required to assemble in a large hall.
"Now listen you lot," bellowed one of the guards. "You are going to be servants this evening of the men who have sought out your services and for which they have paid a considerable amount of money. You will do as you are told. You will refuse nothing or the gentleman who had hired you may have you dealt with as he pleases. Now in you go," he said indicating the double doors at the end of the hall, "and report to the gentleman who has the number which corresponds to that which you were each given. And remember, you are here to serve these men as they wish. There will be the direst of punishments if you are not obliging. You are permitted to talk whilst you are here but you shall address the gentlemen as 'Sir' at all times. Now be off with you."
Dieter, Alex and Christian exchanged glances already suspecting that the nature of the services they were about to perform were not those normally required of a servant. They shuffled forward towards the great doors which were slowly opened to reveal a huge parlor in which the civilians were sipping from glasses of wine.