With apologies for the delay but I have been somewhat preoccupied with more important matters. This is a brief chapter and the sequel should follow shortly. Regards, Jamie 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 and is extremely loosely based on German texts of the early 20th century.
11. Preparations for War
Within the prison, a degree of commotion accompanied the arrival of news that preparations for war were afoot. Dr Weiss was summoned to the Warden's office to discuss the implications of the news.
"War can be such a disruptive occupation", commented the Warden.
"Quite so," replied the Doctor, "yet it also creates opportunities. Many of the young men in the surrounding region will be conscripted which will mean a shortage of labour. We can fill that shortage (he continued with a slight chuckle) and at a handsome profit I suspect."
"A good point, my dear Doctor," replied the warden. "And conscription means deserters, and deserters mean more prisoners. We must complete all possible extensions to this facility as quickly as possible so that we might accommodate our fair share of society's outcasts. We should send Pierre to the Army to select those who might be most suited to our fine establishment."
As the Doctor and the Warden were chatting, some distance away the Army was rounding up all eligible men and boys for service. In great halls in every city and town, young and old alike were undergoing inspection and assessment. Not favouring becoming cannon fodder, many a conscript invented excuses for being ineligible for service and, while some escaped the net, many were found out. One such unfortunate was Felix, an eighteen year old from the northern provinces.
Felix had claimed that he was the sole provider for his family that, he asserted, consisted of an aged mother (a widow) and eight daughters. Had it not been for the familiarity of one of the recruitment officers with Felix's father, Felix's story might have seen him excused from service. Unfortunately, Felix was found out and summarily sent to prison, as was the common solution to such matters.
The discreet screening of he and his fellow miscreant by the Judge's assistant Pierre, although he did not know it at the time, compounded Felix's misfortune. With long, blond hair, swept back in the fashion of the day, Felix was grist for Pierre's mill and he was duly assigned to a cell containing no fewer than two dozen, young, healthy and attractive youths to await transportation.
Within weeks, Felix, together with a large company of similarly convicted prisoners were delivered into the care of the Prison.
In the intervening weeks, Alex and Kurt had been put to labour preparing cells for new arrivals. The promised punishment still hung suspended over their heads and Doctor Weiss made sure that the two were unable to consummate their love when locked in their cell at night. The lads' frustration was dissipated only by their weariness after long hours of work.
By the time Felix and his fellow convicts arrived at the prison, everything was in readiness as Doctor Weiss had planned and he had Alex and Kurt accompany him to oversee the arrival of the new prisoners.
In all some six dozen prisoners were unloaded in the prison courtyard and, in keeping with procedure, were quickly stripped and arranged in ranks facing the punishment platform. Once naked, one could not determine which of the new arrivals had come from the Army or the Navy but the parade was an impressive sight for the Warden as he, the Judge, Pierre, the Doctor (accompanied by Alex and Kurt), made their way towards the platform.
Alex and Kurt were taken onto the platform with the officials. Doctor Weiss whispered to the two that they would now receive their long overdue punishments. They stood fearfully at attention as the Judge and the Warden addressed the new arrivals.
The Judge gave a brief homily in which he declared that the wretches who had sought to evade their duty to their country would be spared no mercy now in serving their sentences. The Judge informed the prisoners that he would personally sit in judgement regarding any offences that were reported by the guards and would see to it that those found guilty would suffer the most severe consequences.
The Warden then stepped forward to instruct the prisoners regarding their processing, the rules, which would govern their lives and the powers of the warders and guards.
Alex was so familiar with the pronouncements being made by the Warden that his eye wandered over the crowd of naked youths. He nodded to himself as he saw the familiar combination of beauty and brawn and knew that these prisoners were here for both _s_e_x_ual and manual endeavours.
Alex's wandering attention was quickly refocussed as the Warden described the manner in which discipline was maintained in the prison and announced that a demonstration would be provided by Alex and Kurt as a means of ensuring that his meaning was not misunderstood.
Felix watched in fascination as Alex was led to the whipping bench, stripped and tied into position. When one of the guards took up a long whippy cane and lashed it down onto Alex's backside, Felix felt a mixture of astonishment and arousal. Felix's astonishment came from the 'crack', which echoed around the walls, and from the stoicism with which the unnamed victim received the blow. His arousal came from the view he had of the handsome lad tied down with his curvaceous buttocks prominently displayed and the handsome, though pained face, of the victim.
Alex's perspective was one simply of pain as he awaited the strokes of the cane. He felt no arousal and within a few strokes could barely make out the faces of the audience as tears formed in his eyes.
Dr Weiss noted the reaction of the new prisoners as the rod visited Alex's backside. He made a mental note of those whose hands were obviously covering the evidence of their lascivious delight in the sight that they beheld. Beside him, Kurt stood staring at the wall on the far side of the courtyard, trying to avoid catching sight of the damage being inflicted on his lover. Inexorably, however, Kurt's eyes could not help but glance at the bent form of his companion and the delicious posterior on which vivid weals now appeared. The clenching and unclenching of Alex's arse excited Kurt and by the time the last of Alex's allotted ten strokes had been delivered, Kurt was sporting moderate evidence of his _s_e_x_ual feelings.
It was thus somewhat disconcerting to Kurt to be stripped before the new arrivals and laid upon the whipping bench to receive his allotment of twenty strokes.
In the assembly of prisoners, Dr Weiss noted yet again those who were clearly excited by the spectacle. Taking no notice of young Alex sobbing quietly beside him, Weiss began conjuring up plans for some of the prisoners.
Felix had watched in fascination as the cane lashed Alex's arse and took in a sharp breath as he saw Kurt's partial erection, as he was disrobed and strapped into place. Felix was confused by his feelings of the sight that he beheld and the reaction of his body to that sight. Despite knowing that he should not be getting aroused, Felix could not control his body. He just hoped that no-one else had noticed the evidence of his fascination which he tried to cover with his hands.
Kurt had mentally prepared himself for the twenty strokes of the cane but was nonetheless surprised by the acute pain that exploded across his buttocks a moment after the first strokes was delivered. The second and third had already arrived by the time he had regained his mental composure and as the beating continued Kurt managed to maintain a high degree of self-control. Only when the cane caught the fleshy part where his legs and buttocks meet did Kurt's reaction give any measure of satisfaction to his tormentor.
Tears were pouring down Kurt's cheeks as the final strokes were delivered and he was unable to make out much of the watching crowd, as he was unstrapped and helped into his clothes. With his sleeve he wiped away the tears and saw on the platform the satisfied smile on Dr Weiss' face as he struggle awkwardly to resume his position next to Alex.
The new prisoners were directed to the administration wing for a medical examination while Alex and Kurt were taken back to their cell.
Upon their arrival at their cell, Alex and Kurt were summarily manacled, face down, on their beds and the door to their cell slammed shut.
Meanwhile, Felix and his companions were taken to Dr Weiss' rooms and made to stand at attention until they were summoned for inspection.
Inside his rooms, Dr Weiss went about his duties methodically, aided by the Judge's assistant, Pierre, who enjoy himself immensely. He was especially excited at the look on the faces of the prisoners as the good Doctor donned a surgical glove, smeared lubricant on it and then proceeded to roughly shove his finger into the prisoners' rectums. Pierre, as the Doctor had requested, noted which of the prisoners showed pain or discomfort at the rough treatment - a good sign of a virgin hole.
Half way through the processing of the prisoners a sailor (Franz by name) was brought into the room and Pierre caught his breath as the naked prisoner's over-sized genitals came into view. Even by his own standards, Pierre was impressed by the size of the flaccid member that swung pendulously between the prisoner's thighs.
Dr Weiss asked the routine questions about the man's age (26), _s_e_x_ual experience (which appeared to be exclusively hetero_s_e_x_ual), his crime (desertion) and Pierre duly noted the answers. When the Doctor's finger brutally invaded Franz's nether hole, Pierre nearly exploded at the cry that the man emitted and wrote a "V" beside the record. When Franz's examination was completed, Pierre was surprised that Dr Weiss directed him into a separate room rather than the exit at which the warders waited to take the prisoners to their new accommodations.
As Franz left the room, Pierre cast a questioning look at the Doctor.
"And what do you think of that specimen?" asked the Doctor.
"Superb", replied Pierre, "and quite clearly a virgin to boot. He was such a huge organ that even I look small beside him."
"Quite so," Weiss replied. "I think we should relieve him of the burden of his obvious virginity before we send him to the cells. I think also that we should introduce him to the pleasures to be found here, perhaps with those two lads who were punished tonight. What do you think?"
"Well, that would take care of two matters," replied Pierre. "But should we not find another to take care of the other brat?"
"Of course," said Weiss, "and I spied just the man for the job when they were in the courtyard. He has not been examined yet but I think I know what we need."
Indeed such a man was waiting outside and it was his large appendage to which Felix's eyes kept wandering. Felix did not know the man's name but his large arms, hairless chest, largish frame, and his _s_e_x_ual equipment had Felix overwhelmed with confused emotions. The man was beautiful, thought Felix.
Slowly the number of waiting prisoners diminished and presently Felix found himself in the examination room facing Dr Weiss and Pierre. Felix blushed at his nakedness and stammered out the answers to the questions that were put to him. When the Doctor thrust his finger into Felix's rectum, Felix let out a stifled cry of pain, which Pierre duly recorded.
When his examination was completed, Felix was sent into another room in which he found one prisoner already in attendance. Quietly they chatted as they waited whatever was to come, unaware that both Dr Weiss and Pierre could hear their surreptitious conversation.
Back in the examination room, Dr Weiss pre-empted the question that Pierre was about to pose by observing: "I need some exercise myself after this long night's work."
Pierre laughed out loud, which brought an abrupt end to the muffled conversation in the adjacent room for both Felix and Franz recalled the instructions about not speaking without permission. They looked at each other apprehensively.
In due course, the prisoner whom Felix had admired was ushered into the examination room. His name was Gaston and he was 24 years of age. Gaston had tried to escape the call-up by hiding in a barn, only to be caught by a somewhat patriotic farmer who summoned the authorities.
To Pierre, Gaston was all the Dr Weiss had promised and it was with pleasure that Pierre noted a "V" on his file and saw him directed into the adjacent room.
A further hour passed as the final prisoners were processed and Dr Weiss invited Pierre to share a drink while he reviewed the results of his examinations.
As they sipped their schnapps, Weiss reviewed his conclusions.
"Well Pierre, my friend," he observed, "we have mainly virgins in this group so we shall be able to keep our clientele happy. We also have some twenty-three who are probably unsuited to that form of service because they are simply too muscle-bound and therefore more trouble than they are worth. I have sent them to the labour cells while the rest I have had sent to the cells in this block where they are to be kept chained - just in case their lust gets the better of them. Overall, a quite satisfactory outcome!"
"And our three special ones?" enquired Pierre, nodding towards the room in which Franz, Felix and Gaston were waiting.
"It is too late to have our pleasures tonight," Weiss replied "so we shall keep them for the morrow. But we should at least inform the two who were speaking that we are aware that they broke the rules. Give them something to think about!" He gave a cruel laugh at this statement and suggested to Pierre that he should invite them to join them.
Franz, Felix and Gaston were ushered into the room and ordered to stand at attention before Dr Weiss and Pierre who had resumed his seat.
"You two must he hard of hearing" declared the Doctor as he pointed at Franz and Felix. "Were you not advised that you could not speak without permission?"
Franz and Felix mumbled a "Yes Sir" as sweat started to form on their backs.
"Pierre," said the Doctor, seemingly oblivious to the three wretches just a few metres from he and his companion. "What is the standard punishment for prisoners who misbehave? Remember this is their first offence."
Pierre feigned contemplation before replying. "Well Sir, I am sure the Judge would order probably a dozen strokes of the strap for the young one (indicating Felix) and twenty for the older one."
"Thank you, Pierre," replied Weiss. "Would you have those sentences confirmed in the morning and we shall have these two on punishment parade at lunchtime - just to show the rest that the rules are to be obeyed. Perhaps you could ask one of the guards to come and take these wretches away."
Felix and Franz had turned quite pale as their fate was being so dispassionately discussed and, indeed, Felix almost lost control of his bladder as he was so casually sentenced to twelve lashes on the prison strap.
Pierre summoned one of the waiting guards and Dr Weiss indicated that the three should be held in a cell together and manacled to their beds.
With satisfaction, and anticipation, Dr Weiss and Pierre watched the naked prisoners leave the room under escort. Weiss' attention was focussed on Felix's pert young, but firm and nicely rounded, backside. Pierre meanwhile drank in the sight of Franz's larger but equally pronounced buttocks. Both men sported erections as they gazed upon their victims.