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 should this material contain any matters of fact) 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 and is extremely loosely based on German texts of the early 20th century.
7. The Judge
Towards late afternoon, having dispensed with matters judicial, the Judge and his clerk were was being driven towards the prison. The Judge was a local aristocrat who secured his position on the bench because of his exalted social status rather than his legal skills. A tall man in his early forties, the Judge watched the forest recede and the fields in which many of the prisoners worked open before him.
The Judge's clerk, Pierre, was a strikingly handsome, tall, blond haired man in his late twenties who had been hand-picked by the Judge to serve his judicial office as well as other needs.
As they neared the prison's entrance the Judge stared intently at the boys and young men labouring in the orchard and sighed.
"What is wrong' Judge?" inquired Pierre.
"Oh, nothing," replied the Judge. "It's just that I, I mean we, provide all this fodder for the prison (indicating the prisoners in the field) and yet we seldom get to taste it. And especially we don't get to try it when it is fresh. All our effort seems mainly to be for the benefit of others."
"Well Judge, I understand today might be different" replied his clerk, "and we have certainly profited from the operation most handsomely".
The Judge leaned back, deep in his own thoughts.
When the arrangement with the prison had been established many years before, the Judge was able to select one of the boys who he sent to this place for his own. But business soon overtook the pleasure. The Warden had seen the results of his plundering the virginity of a seventeen year old farm boy and had decided that the Judge's manhood exacted too great a toll on the lad. (Indeed, the Judge was possessed of an unnaturally large organ which few could accommodate and, he would admit, he had considerably damaged the object of his lust that night so many pears past.)
Economics ruled the operation and the Judge reluctantly agreed not to indulge his passion for young or virginal boys and men in order that they might fetch a sound price at auction and not be damaged such that they were of no on-going value. It was agreed, reluctantly by the Judge, that the Judge would confine his indulgences only to prisoners who had been well used. And so it was.
To satisfy the Judge's needs, Pierre had been located by one of the Warden's men. Pierre was in his early twenties and enjoyed receiving pain as well as watching pain being delivered to others. He was introduced to the Judge who, after one night, decided that Pierre was so excited by the pain which the Judge's organ could inflict, that the young man would be an ideal clerk and companion. Now, even after years of practice, Pierre still experienced the most exquisite pleasure from the pain that accompanied his occasional impalement upon the Judge's member.
Pierre also derived much satisfaction for selecting from the accused who were awaiting trial those who would be brought before the Judge and therefore were considered suitable fodder for the prison's business. He would visit the cells in which the miscreants were held pending their trial and would closely inspect each with a view to his suitability for the prison. A quick word to the administrators and the Judge would have paraded before him those most likely to be of value.
Pierre shuddered slightly as they entered the prison courtyard - a reaction possibly to the fact that he could well be here had it not been for the Judge's protection. (Pierre occasional sought out a prisoner in the holding cells and, with the acquiescence of the guards, would indulge himself in the pleasures, which they so reluctantly offered. He confined himself only to those who were not entirely suitable to the needs of the prison, but that was more than adequate to his needs.)
The Judge and Pierre were escorted into the Warden's office where Jan Schumacher was presently brought. Having been briefed by the Warden, the Judge made short work of Jan's case. For sodomising his cousin, Jan was sentenced to eighteen strokes of the cane and to four years confinement.
The sentence brought terror to Jan whose backside was swollen from the strapping it had received earlier in the day. For the Judge there was nothing but pleasure for Jan was not to be put to auction - there would be plenty of new prisoners shortly - but rather, was a gift from the Warden to the Judge.
After Jan had been dealt with, the Judge and the Warden sat together and discussed the problem which the regular flow of prisoners was creating, for the prison was quickly becoming over-crowded. Reluctantly, they agreed that the policy of having the prisoners kept one to a cell (in order to avoid unauthorised _s_e_x_ual relations) would have to be changed and that some of the State's money which would otherwise be pocketed would have to be expended in putting additional bunks in each cell. The cellblock for new arrivals would not be converted however so that the virgin prisoners might not have an opportunity to diminish their value. Nonetheless, the solution provided the prison with almost three times its present capacity and, despite having to give up some of their ill gotten funds to cover the costs, those involved in the prison business would reap even greater financial benefits in the longer term.
Having dispensed with business, the Judge and Pierre accompanied the Warden to Block 8 where the final prisoners were being loaded for their journey to their new masters. Listless from the drugs which had been disguised in their food, the prisoners went docilely to their fate. For the Judge, this was a most satisfactory scene since none of the victims yet realised that their "freedom" did not in fact exist.
The Warden and the Judge watched as the last prisoner departed and then, accompanied by Pierre, returned to the main administration wing to dine in luxury.
In the adjacent wing, Alex and his companions were also eating although their fare was not of the quality being enjoyed elsewhere. They had returned from the fields as the last rays of the sun had disappeared and had been instructed to wash themselves thoroughly and dress in new clothes which had been put in their cells. The two lads who had been so severely whipped with the willow branches were taken to the infirmary for treatment.
Now, at dinner, the newly arrived prisoners started to mix with those who occupied the other tiers of their cellblock. Despite the ever present danger of punishment, they spoke surreptitiously and gradually learned that they all shared a common experience of being punished, imprisoned and their bodies sold to the highest bidder.
After they had been fed, the prisoners were taken to the courtyard where the evening's punishments would take place. Again, braziers had been lit to keep the chill of the evening out and the platform stood empty in anticipation of its visitors.
Presently a small party emerged from the administration wing and the guards stood stiffly at attention as the party took its place on the seating in front of the punishment platform. Christian nudged Alex to indicate that he should look at the approaching party. Alex turned his head and looked directly into the gleaming eyes of the Judge who had sent him to this place. For a moment Alex could not understand why the Judge would be here, but when he thought about the description of the fate of the prisoners which the Doctor had provided, he suddenly realised that the Judge was a part of this monstrous setup.
Alex's attention was distracted by the voice of a guard summoning three prisoners forward for their punishments. Two boys and one young man made their way forward from the ranks of the prisoners. They were not known to Alex since they resided in other tiers within the cellblock but Alex felt sympathy for them as they huddled together at the base of the punishment platform.
The first, a dark haired boy of perhaps seventeen was taken up the stairs, stripped and secured on the bench and the warder who had the privilege of being the executioner that night took up the cane. Despite their own experiences, each of the prisoners was transfixed by the sight of a nicely rounded backside and waiting for the first blow of the cane. Each prisoner jumped slightly as the first 'crack' echoed through the courtyard as the cane reached its target and the victim jolted forward against his restraints as the pain registered.
Six strokes of the cane was the minimum punishment ever administered in the prison for even the most minor infraction of the rules and the young lad received all six without so much as a whimper.
The other two prisoners soon met their fate and each received eight strokes. The extra two strokes made all the difference for both let out slight moans of pain as the seventh and eighth strokes were delivered.
Surprisingly, the prisoners were not dismissed at the end of the punishment session and it was only when Jan Schumacher was brought out of the cellblock that they understood the reason for their continued presence.
Jan held his head high as he was taken onto the platform. He blushed as he was stripped of his skimpy pants in front of all these strangers and turned and even brighter shade of red as the charge of sodomy was read out. Jan had no idea that there was no one in the ranks of the prisoners who was not acquainted with that form of _s_e_x_ual activity, albeit not by their own choosing.
A slight gasp erupted from the throats of the assembled prisoners as Jan's sentence of eighteen strokes was announced and his already swollen backside was placed in position for the punishment. It seemed quite inhumane to the onlookers to apply a cane to buttocks which had so obviously has been savagely thrashed with a strap not so long before. None of the prisoners had received so much punishment in one day and each boy and man felt great sympathy for Jan as he awaited the caning.
The first stroke tore into Jan's swollen buttocks with as much force as the warder could manage and tears immediately formed in Jan's eyes as the pain raced through his body. By the fifth stroke Jan was wailing from the ever-increasing pain and after ten strokes the flesh of his buttocks finally gave was and blood seeped through a small tear where the tip of the cane had landed repeatedly.
Jan's wails turned to screams as the next stroke landed on the point at which his buttocks and thighs met and continued as the cane lashed lower and lower down his thighs.
Jan was then released as the body of prisoners was ordered back to their cells. Jan, naked and with a small trail of blood down his right buttock was led away from the other prisoners and into the same wing where Alex and his fellow prisoners had spent much of the previous night.
Doctor Weiss tended to Jan's buttocks by applying a liquid, which quickly stopped the bleeding, and then left the room as the Judge and Pierre entered.
Jan watched as the doors were closed. Pierre took out a handkerchief and gave it to the still sobbing young man who set about wiping his cheeks and clearing the mucus from his nose.
As Jan tended to his own needs, Pierre quickly stripped to reveal a taut, lean and hairless body and set about assisting the Judge to disrobe. As the Judge's pants were removed, Jan stared in disbelief at the massive appendage that hung from the Judge's groin. Although well endowed himself, Jan had never seen anything to compare to the Judge's member which was the length and girth of the arm of a small child.
The Judge went and sat on the end of one of the beds upon which countless prisoners had had their initial experience of man to man _s_e_x_ and Jan was ordered to kneel before the Judge on all fours.
"Get to it boy," said the Judge as he raised the organ towards Jan's lips, "for it's all the lubrication you are going to get."
A moment passed before Jan comprehended the meaning of the Judge's words. Jan started to move away in protest and fear but suddenly found himself in the clutches of Pierre who promptly pushed Jan back into position. Unable to resist, Jan slowly started to apply his saliva to the Judge's organ, unable to accommodate the oversized weapon in his mouth.
Pierre remained behind Jan to ensure that he kept to his task and, when the Judge was fully erect, forced Jan into position over the end of the bed.
The sight of Jan's swollen and striped buttocks raised into the air brought out the animal instincts which the Judge felt compelled to constrain most of the time and he placed the knob of his weapon against the exposed portal.
Jan sobbed as Pierre moved onto the bed to hold him down and cried as he felt the tip of the Judge's weapon nestle against his entrance. Jan tried to mouth a plea for mercy as the Judge started to prod, with increasing vigour, against the virgin lips but Pierre simply pushed a pillow into Jan's face to stop his protest.
For quite some time Jan resisted the assault but finally the Judges position of leverage caused Jan's defenses to yield and the young man screamed into the pillow as the knob finally achieved its goal and the tender skin around Jan's nether hole tore apart. Pierre laughed at Jan's pain for he knew only too well the agony that that initial intrusion caused. He knew also that Jan had yet to understand real pain for there was still a long way to go before the Judge would be fully accommodated by his victim.
Jan could not believe that his pain could increase any more but found that the contrary was true as the Judge ruthlessly pushed more and more of his obscene weapon into Jan. As he progressed, the Judge rearranged Jan's insides and he grunted grotesquely at the effort.
To Jan it felt as if a red-hot pole was being worked into his innards and he thought it must surely penetrate his chest at any moment. He cried from the pain of the impalement but knew that there would be no mercy and nor was there. The Judge pushed and shoved until the entire length of his organ was inserted into Jan and his public hair rested against the swollen and sore buttocks of the handsome young man.
As Jan began to adjust to the intruder and to the pain, the Judge withdrew most of the weapon and then thrust it back in to its full extent. For Jan the only relief came from the fact that his own blood now lubricated the huge _c_o_c_k_. For nearly half an hour the Judge continued his rutting as the crying young man lay beneath him. Sweating from his exertions, the Judge finally let out a cry of success as his _c_o_c_k_ erupted deep within Jan's abused bowels and then withdrew. The Judge was then cleaned by Pierre and they both dressed and left the bleeding and helpless Jan in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed.