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.
8. Prisoners for hire
For several days the newly arrived prisoners worked the fields. Unbeknown to them, arrangements were being made to find more profitable forms of employment and alternative accommodation.
During those first days, Alex and his comrades saw nothing of the prisoners who occupied the other cellblocks in the prison. Apart from the evening routine of beating for those who had broken the rules, most of the prisoners had been left alone to recover from their initial punishments and their deflowering. Alex had been summoned to visit Dr Weiss who repeated his offer of Alex's assignment to his staff but Alex had politely declined. Weiss was furious and Alex knew that he would pay, one way or another, for his refusal.
During those days the Warden was busy having new bunks installed in the cells and sorting out which prisoners would be the next lot to be auctioned to their permanent owners. Gradually, prisoners began to be moved from their present accommodation to new cells with those to be auctioned moved to those cells which had recently been vacated.
Alex, Deiter and their friends soon found that they were being assigned to new accommodation, to make room for the endless procession of new prisoners who would take their places. Assignments were determined by the Warden with the assistance of Dr Weiss and the more senior guards. Each of the prisoners was considered carefully and some were assigned to work in the forests surrounding the prison, some to work for the local landowners as slave labour and other yet to work in a more personal role for the local landed gentry.
Care was taken to ensure that the long term economic value of the prisoners would not be diminished through their months or years of service so that they might fetch a suitable price upon their sale. The most robust of the prisoners were to be assigned as labourers while the others would be assigned to more leisurely but no less demanding roles.
The selection process also included the reassignment of the prisoners to cells and most of the newer prisoners were assigned to share cells with each other so that their bodies might remain as fresh as possible for their new tasks. Deiter and Christian were thus assigned to share a cell as were Peter and Hans. Jan was assigned to a cell in the "workers' block" which housed those who were considered most suitable for manual labour. Wilhelm, his cousin, was similarly assigned but the two were put in with other prisoners and were not allowed to share each other's company.
Alex's fate was sealed by Dr Weiss who had arranged for Alex to be kept in a cell by himself.
On the day of the reassignment of the prisoners, special attention was given to their charges by the supervisors in the fields since this would be the last time they would be able to award them punishments. Upon reassignment, that pleasure fell to other guards. This it transpired that most of the prisoners in the work detail incurred some penalty.
That evening, after supper, the prisoners attended the punishment parade in the knowledge that almost all were to receive chastisement. When they entered the courtyard, the boys and young men noticed that the seats around the perimeter were crowded with spectators. What they didn't realise was that those same spectators would soon be purchasing their services for one reason or another.
The guards regarded this as a sort of "graduation" for the prisoners and went about the punishment ritual with a heightened sense of duty. Their job was to make sure that each of the prisoners was well tested by the punishment as well as being well displayed to the audience.
Thus is was that the first to be punished, Christian, found that he spent an inordinate amount of time standing naked on the punishment platform while he awaited the command to assume the position over the flogging bench. Christian found, as did all the prisoners who were punished, that the guards were particularly savage with the strokes that they delivered. The first bite of the cane caught Christian by surprise because of its ferocity and he let forth a cry immediately. This was precisely what was intended and was the reason why the guards had selected only the light, springy cane for this evening punishments - they caused immense, sharp pain but did not cut nor cause as much swelling as the more commonly used heavier canes.
Christian was reduced to tears by just six strokes of the cane and each of the boys and men who followed were similarly reduced to tears by six or eight strokes.
When the punishments were completed, the prisoners were informed of their new cell assignments and were escorted by the guards to those cells while the Warden went about the business of negotiating the sale of their services.
Alex was escorted into the third block of cells which, he knew from Dr Weiss' previous narration, meant that he was to be sold to serve in the household of whomever had purchased his services. When the grey door of the cell on the second tier was opened and Alex was pushed into his new home.
Alex's cell was much like the others except for a pair of manacles that were attached to an eyebolt set high in the wall and Alex was alarmed when his wrists were fastened into the iron bracelets. The guards left Alex to his own fears as they slammed the door shut leaving Alex unable to do anything but remain in a standing position.
As time passed, Alex's shoulders began to ache and he had an overwhelming need to relieve himself. To his dismay, Alex eventually had to empty his bladder through his clothes which left his pants damp and uncomfortable. When, eventually, he was visited by the, the lad was ordered to remove his soiled clothes and was left naked as a form of punishment.
Alex sobbed himself to sleep - a small naked ball wrapped in the grey prison blanket which had been left for him.
When morning arrived, Alex was given clothes after he had showered and fed. After breakfast, all the prisoners in his cellblock were herded into the central courtyard. Guards busied themselves in ensuring that the prisoners were formed into groups that coincided with the households and estates to which their services had been sold. Alex found himself in a group of five, which included Christian, Deiter, and two other younger boys who readily introduced themselves as Helmut and Karl. The five lads were informed that they had been assigned to one of the estates in a neighbouring valley and should simply do whatever tasks were assigned them. They were also informed that their performance would be reported upon and that they could expect to be punished if they displeased their master. With that admonition, the unhappy band was sent on its way to serve whomever had purchased their services.
Alex spent part of the journey explaining what Dr Weiss had told him about the possibility of serving some gentle women in the way that most of them could only dream about and, as they neared the elegant manor house, that possibility heightened their spirits.
The boys decamped and were led into the house, through the servants quarters and eventually, into a large, sparsely-furnished room. Nervously they waited in the echoing silence of the room.
Presently a tall, portly gentleman entered, accompanied by two attendants. Circling the prisoners, the Count (as he was so titled) surveyed his new acquisitions.
"You are here to serve the needs of my house," said the Count in an imperious voice. "Is that understood?"
Each of the lads acknowledged the question with a nervous nod of his head.
"Willie and Peter here will show you what to do," said the Count, indicating his two attendants. "Do you duties well and you shall be treated well. Do your duties poorly and you shall bear the consequences!"
As the lads trembled at the implications of this statement, the Count retired to leave the lads at the direction of his two overseers.
In short measure, all five boys were hard at work doing all the menial chores required to keep the house in good order.
Alex and Deiter were set to polishing the floors while Christian was set about polishing the brass door handles. The two younger boys were taken to the kitchens to help prepare food.
At first, the boys went about their tasks with a certain degree of happiness which arose from the sense of freedom they were enjoying. When Willie and Peter came along to inspect their progress, nothing untoward was said and the lads took some comfort from the absence of criticism.
By mid-morning the lads had all worked up a thirst and were relieved when the overseers saw to their request for water to quench their thirsts.
At lunchtime, with stomachs growling from the need for nourishment, the lads were taken to the kitchens and were fed quite well.
It was not until they returned to the room the floor of which they were polishing that Alex and Deiter found that something was amiss for down the centre of the floor was a long streak of dull timber caused by whom knew what. As they stared in disbelief at the long streak they saw at its furthermost end the feet of Willie, the overseer.
"Explain yourselves" demanded Willie, pointing at the marked floor.
Alex looked at Deiter who returned his mystified look since neither could imagine how the mark had appeared.
"Sir," said Alex "we cannot explain this mark for were are sure we polished the floor correctly, every inch of it."
"Wait here, while I fetch the master" said Willie, and promptly left the two boys.
After a few moments, Willie returned with the Count who was accompanied by a younger, tall, gaunt man, who had not been seen within the house before. This new member of the household bore a striking resemblance to the Count and both Deiter and Alex assumed that he was a relation, possibly even a son.
The Count looked in horror and disbelief at the floor and looked in fury upon the two boys.
"Fetch a cane," the Count instructed Willie "and while you're about it, fetch the other lads. We shall teach these two what it means to be disobedient."
Alex and Deiter waited. They knew better than to argue their innocence. Deiter looked at the Count with an imploring visage but there was no response. The Count's companion, however, wore a thin sneer on his lips as if he was looking forward to the spectacle which was about to unfold.
Perhaps a dozen members of the household staff were quietly ushered into the room and were lined up against a wall some distance from the two hapless victims. No sound was uttered, especially since Willie has brought with him a long, thin cane.
Walking in front of the assembled staff, the Count intoned his view of the incident: "These two wretches," he stated, indicating vaguely in Deiter and Alex's direction, "have been derelict in their duties. You have all been warned that, if you misbehave in any fashion, you shall be punished. For a first offence, as these two have committed, a caning is in order. As some of you already know, a repetition of any offence will see the offender stripped naked outside the barn where the birch rod or knout will be administered. For those of you who joined my household today, let this be a lesson!"
Turning towards the two boys, the Count nodded his head and Willie moved towards the two frightened lads.
Willie motioned Deiter and Alex to one side of the sparsely furnished room to where a narrow bench was set.
"Remove your trousers," directed Willie "and then bend over with your legs spread wide and your hands on the seat.
Deiter and Alex obeyed and were soon positioned so that their heads were nearly touching the bench and they could view the assembly who were to view their chastisement.
Alex saw Willie's feet approach in a slight trot and heard the whistle of the cane as it whipped through the air. That 'swish' was followed by a resounding 'crack' as the cane bit into Alex's buttocks. Moments later, the fire from the stroke reached Alex's brain and brought a tear to his eyes.
Willie retreated and then lunged towards Deiter who similarly felt a sharp pain in his rear and the formation of tears in his eyes.
Time after time, Willie repeated the process, leaving a clearly visible set of vivid red, parallel stripes across the otherwise pale flesh of the two lads.
Now it might be supposed that such a severe thrashing might tear one's flesh apart but the cane was slender and whippy, designed to inflict pain rather than to cause damage. By the time the lads has been thrashed to the Count's satisfaction, their backside where well striped but not bleeding. This was a deliberate policy followed by all the purchasers of the prison's labour force for the prisoners had other duties to perform and disfigurement considerably reduced their serviceability.
Their punishments completed, the two youths were allowed to restore their clothes and return to the thankless task of polishing the floor. The other prisoners and the household staff were promptly dismissed to resume their duties.
Just before sundown, transport arrived and the prisoners were returned to their fortress home where their performance was duly reported to the Warden. As the prisoners washed off the grime of the day and set about dressing in the fresh clothes provided, Deiter and Alex noticed, without any surprise, that they were not the only ones to have displeased their masters for quite a few of their company exhibited freshly striped buttocks as they washed.
After their dinner, the whole company of the cellblock was herded into a large salon where they were required to be seated upon chairs which lined the walls. Guards monitored their silence.
Presently, gentlemen began to arrive to survey the waiting company and as one by one these visitors selected a companion for the night, reluctant prisoners were led from the room to quarters elsewhere in the building.
Of Alex's group of friends, Christian was the first to be selected by a tall, well dressed gentleman who simply grabbed Christian's arm and led him from the room.
Those that remained dared not look at the strolling connoisseurs, hoping that they might be spared the indignities which selection would inevitably involve.
When a pair of shiny shoes stopped in front of Deiter he reluctantly looked up at the man standing before him. Deiter let out a slight gasp as he took in the tall gaunt figure of the gentleman who had accompanied the Count during his punishment that very day. The pale face, made paler by the black garments which the man wore, still bore the sneer on its lips which both he and Alex has noticed earlier.
Taking Deiter's arm, the gentleman raised the reluctant lad to his feet and led his across the room to the large doorway through which he had entered. Not a word was spoken as the man led Deiter along the vast corridor which ran the length of the building. Arriving at their apparent destination, the man opened a side door and pushed Deiter into the room.
"I am Mr Schneider," said the man to Deiter as he looked about the well-furnished room. "I see that you recall our meeting earlier today as the manor house."
"Yes Sir," replied Deiter.
"Well, come here boy so that I might see for myself the damage which the cane has done," directed Schneider.
With a sigh, Deiter gave in to the inevitable and approached the man.
Taking Deiter by the arm, Schneider led him to the bed and sat down. Nimble fingers quickly started to disrobe the reluctant prisoner.
Being only scantily dressed, Deiter was quickly disrobed and turned about so that Schneider could run his fingers over the tender buttocks.
"Not much to show for your punishment, boy," said Schneider "but we shall quickly remedy that! Now bend over the end of this bed and do not arise until I give you permission."
Deiter moved into the required position and looked over his shoulder as Schneider started to undress. Once naked, Schneider came up behind the waiting boy and kicked his legs further apart, ordering Deiter not to move from that position.
Walking to a table near the door, Schneider took up a thin, pliable leather strap, about four inches wide, and returned to a position within striking distance of Deiter.
Deiter clenched his buttocks in anticipation of the beating to come which caused Schneider to chuckle. Suddenly he swung the strap through the air and let it crash across Deiter's shoulders.
Deiter was caught totally by surprise and bucked at the shock of the pain which the strap imparted. As he tensed his shoulders, the strap arrived again, this time across his now relaxed buttocks, eliciting a slight cry of pain from the boy.
Schneider lashed the boy randomly from his thighs to his shoulders, not giving any warning as to where the next blow might land. Within a few minutes, Deiter was howling from the pain and writhing on the end of the bed.
Schneider continued the beating until, after about ten minutes, he achieved a most satisfying orgasm. Sweating and panting from his exertions, Schneider collapsed upon the bruised and batter boy, rubbing his seed over the tender flesh of the piteous youth.
Deiter was confused by this turn of events and lay sobbing as the warm, sweating body oozed against his. After a few minutes, Deiter felt the unmistakable hardening of Schneider's organ as it recovered from its previous antics.
Two rooms away, Christian stood, naked and immobile as he waited for his master to do whatever he had in mind. The room was gloomy and Christian could not even see the man who had selected him.
From the outset, there had been no pleasantries or introduction. The gentleman had given Christian simple instruction which he obeyed. He has been compliant as his hands were secured to leather cuffs which were suspended by chains from the ceiling and only caught a brief glimpse of his master as his feet were secured to brackets set wide apart in the floor. When the slackness of the chains had been adjusted, Christian was spread-eagled in the centre of the room, surrounded by an eerie silence.
Christian could not see behind him but the sound some minute before had told him that the man had shed his clothes and was seated behind him.
Muffled sounds of pain and anguish seeped into the darkened room and Christian sweated at the thoughts of the torments being inflicted upon his fellow prisoners. His own fear formed a slight moist coat to his body and still the man who had selected him had done nothing. As the minutes passed, Christian could feel aches developing in his muscles from their prolonged immobilization. Gradually Christian began to squirm in order to relieve the tension in his shoulders and legs.
Muffled sounds of movement indicated to Christian that the situation was changing and he was startled as a warm hand started caressing his back and buttocks. The sensation was almost pleasurable for Christian and, when the hand moved to his genitals, his body responded despite his best efforts to resist. The hand groped and massaged as Christian became lost on the sensations building within him. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Christian was tempted to break the silence by begging for the hand to return and bring him the relief he craved but common sense told him that silence was a critical requirement and he contained himself.
When the blow came, it caught Christian by surprise for he had not heard the thin whip strand as it reached out towards his hanging testicles. The 'snap' as the whip quickly visited that most delicate part of his anatomy was the first indication to Christian as to what was happening. And the pain was both immediate and immense. Unable to move very much, Christian could do nothing to ease his pain.
As Christian opened his eyes which he had clenched shut in his agony, the hand and the whip were all he could see in the gloom. Time passed and the pain in his groin dissipated slowly and as Christian showed the first sign of relaxing, the hand swung the whip forward and snapped the tip against his left nipple. Christian shrieked at the pain and did his best to look at his chest to survey the damage. There was no blood to see for the whipsman was an expert with this implement.
For hours, the procedure continued with Christian almost recovering from one blow only to invite another. Each blow was illogical in its placement so that Christian could not anticipate where the next point of pain would be created. The whip visited every sensitive part of his body and slowly Christian's whole body was dotted by islands of expertly-created pain.
When Christian's aching arms and legs were finally freed, he collapsed onto the floor exhausted. Christian could not relieve the pain which was so widely spread across both side of his body in such specific spots and he lay panting, face down on the floor awaiting what other cruelty might be visited upon him.
A moment later, Christian felt warm fluid splash onto his body as the man standing above him spent his passion on the helpless form beneath him.
Nothing was said and nothing was required. Christian heard the door shut as the master departed after dressing and lay immobilised unable to move of to clean himself. He sobbed quietly as the pain continued to throb in so many places on his body.