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 1984/85.
Chapter 18: The passage of time - work details (2)
Some days following the punishment of Franz, Kurt, Deiter and Alex, there was by happenstance a meeting between Christian, Helmut and Alex in the prison infirmary. Alex was confined there to allow his rectum to recover from the savage pounding that it had taken following his beating.
His fears about Pierre's presence had proved well founded. Alex had been led to the area in which guests were "entertained" and had been forced to stand in naked attendance upon Dr Weiss and Pierre as they had their evening meal. Feeding morsels of food the Alex, Pierre had quickly made is lascivious intentions clear by fondling Alex's backside at every opportunity.
When their gastronomic appetites had been satisfied, Weiss and Pierre enjoyed some fine wines, all the while admiring Alex and his charms.
Weiss eventually tired of passive enjoyment of Alex and took the lad to one of the couches and brutally and quickly assaulted him. Pierre followed and soon Alex found himself in a competition between the two to see who could cause him the greatest discomfort. For hours, the Doctor and Pierre carried on their obscene competition and when either required time to recover his appetite, Alex was raped by artificial instruments. When morning came and the two attackers ended their assaults, Alex was unable to walk and bore bloody testimony to the effectiveness of their brutal intentions. The Doctor had had Alex carried to the infirmary where, in due course, salves and other agents were applied to assist the lad's healing.
When Christian and Helmut arrived under escort, Alex was still unable to walk but was well on the way to recovery. He was a silent witness as Christian and Helmut were examined by Dr Weiss and declared fit for punishment.
The two handsome prisoners had been working on a nearby farm two days prior. They had been presented with an opportunity to abscond and had foolishly taken advantage of their seemingly good fortune. For two full days they had moved as swiftly as possible through the hills, stealing food from unsuspecting farmers and bathing in the cool fresh streams. Expecting to be chased, the two had used all their guile to set false trails, continually moving at tangents to their apparent course.
But a hue and cry had followed their flight and they had woken that very morning in a barn to find a number of men with pitchforks inconveniently pointed towards them. Surrender was followed by a lengthy journey back to the prison.
The Judge had presided at a form of trial at which they were charged with innumerable counts of theft as well as absconding from lawful custody. The Judge has sent them under escort to the Doctor to ensure that they were fit to take the punishment that he intended to impose.
Dr Weiss had been given a note from the Judge regarding his intentions in sentencing and, ever diligent, had prepared a report in which he detailed the capacity of the two prisoners to endure the punishment which the Judge had in mind.
Alex watched the departure of his comrades and saw an evil look in Dr Weiss eyes as he watched their departure. Alex shuddered in fear at the cruel punishment, which Dr Weiss clearly anticipated would be visited upon Christian and Helmut.
Christian and Helmut were taken to a holding cell to wile away the time at which they would know their fate. The two prisoners had formed a close and intimate relationship that predated their flight and spent the time in silence just holding each other.
While the two lads awaited their fate, Deiter was enduring yet another painful day working at the house of his tormentor Pytor who had specifically requested that Deiter be sent to him once his severely thrashed backside had recovered.
Pytor had spent the evening after Deiter's punishment obsessed with thoughts of the youth's body and the pleasure he had enjoyed in the warm canal into which he had spent his seed. Having sent a note to the prison requesting that Deiter be sent with the next batch of prisoners to his house, Pytor had set about preparing the barn for his next encounter with the handsome lad. A carpenter had been summoned from the nearest village and pulleys attached to a low hanging beam supporting the hay loft. The carpenter had been instructed also to create additional huge double doors in the walls of the barn but why anyone would want almost the entire sides of the barn accessible was beyond the carpenter's comprehension.
When Deiter arrived in the company of two other youths - Rolf and Luis - he immediately noticed the changes to the barn where all the doors were opened and the jumble of materials and farming implements were for the entire world to see.
The three prisoners were sent to work on clearing the mess within the barn, a task that seemed well overdue. They talked quietly as they went about their tasks. Deiter kept a weather eye out for his tormentor and wondered whether he should warn his companions about the evil of which Pytor was capable. His mind wavered between his desire to warn them and his sense that if they were to anger Pytor, he might not have to endure Pytor's unwanted attentions.
Deiter's dilemma was quickly resolved when he saw Pytor emerge from the house and stride towards the barn. "Watch out," he called to Rolf and Luis, "here comes our master and he has a frightful temper. Be careful."
To Deiter's surprise, Pytor displayed no malice towards any of the three lads and contented himself with sitting on a discarded crate and observing their work.
Deiter had his back to Pytor but could feel Pytor's eyes surveying him. He shivered at the knowledge of Pytor's examination.
For Pytor, the view was better than he had anticipated. He already knew Deiter's body and he gazed longingly at the longhaired youth with the taut and prominent backside. His ardour grew.
Rolf, by comparison, observed Pytor was slightly shorter than Deiter and had fairly close-cropped blond hair. His work pants showed nicely a firm and nicely rounded backside and the lad's peaches and cream complexion showed off a handsome, almost pretty face. Luis was the perfect contrast for while his body was equally enticing, his dark, striking features hinted at a wild lad who might prove a challenge to Pytor's will.
For some time Pytor watched the three toil away at clearing the barn of its unwanted debris and tiding up the inevitable clutter of forks and rakes and assorted other farming implements. When the lads were suitably sweaty, he directed them to the well and instructed them to wash themselves and then to report to the kitchen where some refreshments would be waiting.
Pytor watched as the lads stripped off their shirts and felt the expected stirring in his loins. Deiter's body he knew to be pink and hairless and Pytor was more than pleasantly surprised to find that Rolf and Luis were equally devoid of hair on their chests. He went into the rear of the house to fetch some drinks to satisfy the boy's undoubted thirst.
Rolf and Luis quickly finished washing and were surprised that Deiter dawdled, seemingly fearful of going near the house. They waited until he, reluctantly, joined them and all three presented themselves in the kitchen.
Pytor watched as the three drank the water that he presented and noticed with satisfaction the inevitable small puddles that their still sweating bodies left on the floor where they stood. When their thirst was satisfied, Pytor sprung the simple trap.
"When you come into my house," he said in a menacing voice, "I expect that you will treat it with respect and not leave a mess on my floors. Now get some rags and clean up the mess you have left and then report to me in the barn." As he strode from the room, he smiled at the look on Deiter's face: his expression showed that he clearly knew that his apparent hospitality was simply a trap.
Deiter looked around for some rags, as Rolf and Luis stood rooted to the spot, confused by the sudden change in Pytor's mood. "I knew he was getting ready for something," muttered Deiter to his companions.
"What is he going to do?" asked Luis in a timid voice.
"First, I think he is going to beat us," replied Deiter, "and then he is probably going to bugger each of us. He has done that before."
"But I don't do that sort of thing!" declared Rolf. "I know what happens at the prison but I just don't let anyone get near me."
"What about when you first arrived?" asked Deiter incredulously. "Surely you lost your virginity after the first parade?"
"I've heard stories of that sort of thing but there were a lot of us to process and it was late so we just went to the cells," said Rolf "and since then we have just been working."
"What about you?" enquired Deiter of Luis.
"I came in the same group as Rolf and we have only been here for two days," Luis replied.
"_s_h_i_t_!" exclaimed Deiter. "You guys are in for a rough time I fear. The best thing to do is to remember we are all in this together. Also remember, he is not allowed to do permanent damage to us or kill us. So, whatever he does, we'll live and we'll survive. Now we had better get out there or things will just get worse. And remember, just obey. If you resist, I can guarantee that it will just make the ordeal worse."
Shaken, Luis and Rolf exited the kitchen followed by Deiter and the three made their way to the barn where Pytor sat waiting.
The three young men stood before Pytor who enjoyed watching their discomfort at the uncertainty of their predicament. After several minutes, Pytor stood and simply told the three: "Strip of all your clothes!"
Deiter responded with alacrity and his companions followed his cue. Quickly, all three had removed all their clothes and stood completely naked before their master.
Pytor was not one to engage in lengthy conversation and simply grabbed Deiter by the arm and led him to where a set of chains was hanging from one of the lower beams of the barn. With expert deftness, Pytor secured Deiter's wrists in the leather cuffs at the end of the chains and hoisted Deiter's arms so that they were raised above his head. To avoid any possible rebellion, Pytor quickly repeated the procedure with Luis and Rolf. He stepped back to admire his captives who were hanging quite comfortably, if nervously, about six feet apart. Luis was in the centre of the trio.
"I am now going to give you a lesson in respect for my property!" declared Pytor as he moved to one side of the barn and picked up a well-oiled leather strap. He hefted the strap to test its weight and ascertained that it would quickly heat up the objects of his attention without causing bruising too quickly.
"You," he said, looking at Deiter, "turn around and stick out that backside of yours".
"You two," clearly meaning Luis and Rolf, "move to either side so that you may observe what awaits you". Luis stepped as far as he could to the left and Rolf to the right so that they had an unobstructed view of Deiter who had obediently hunched forward so that his rump was well presented for the beating to come.
"Now listen carefully," said Pytor. "You will remain in that position when you are being chastised. If you move, I shall wait until you resume the position. If you move too often, I shall add a caning to your punishment. You will each receive thirty strokes of the strap to teach you good manners."
Moving between Luis and Deiter, Pytor measured the distance to the wonderfully rounded posterior of his first victim and then drew back the strap and brought it lashing around to the offered target.
Luis watched as the strap arced through the air and slashed into Deiter's buttocks and winced as the resulting 'crack' assaulted his ears. To his surprise, Deiter showed little reaction despite the bright pink stripe that appeared across both cheeks.
Rolf also observed the effects of the first lash and could not contain his fear. Suddenly he let flow the contents of his bladder onto the barn floor.
Pytor took his time flogging Deiter. He admired the lad's fortitude as he held himself in position. Gradually, Pytor changed the angle of attack so that the end of the strap caught Deiter's nether cheeks in different points.
Deiter knew from the first stroke of the leather that Pytor's intention was to hurt him and break his will and he steeled himself for the mental battle between himself and his assailant. His resolve weakened as the leather started to separate his arse cheeks and when one blow caused the end of the leather to strike between the two cheeks, Deiter lost the battle of wills. He bucked forward and cried out from the fierce pain that the blow caused.
Panting from the effort to contain his pain, Deiter's legs shook and almost gave way. He tried to regain his composure and finally gave in to the inevitable. Slowly he backed into the position he had previously occupied and presented his backside for the remaining blows.
Luis and Rolf were shaking as they watched Deiter's punishment. By the time Deiter lunged forward to escape the pain, both had subconsciously counted seventeen strokes. Each could see Deiter's backside slowly turning from being pink all over to a dark red. Both wondered how they might react to such brutal treatment.
Deiter's tears so flooded his eyes by the time he had resumed his position that he did not notice until the next blow landed that Pytor had moved to the opposite side of his body. The blow caught the inner surface of Deiter's right cheek and he immediately leapt forward as the pain seared into the hitherto unaffected flesh.
Pytor smiled openly as Deiter reacted to the blow. While he waited for Deiter to calm down and resume the required position he thought that one or two more such stroked would provide the perfect pretext for caning the lad once he had finished with the other two.
Deiter tried to absorb the remaining strokes without moving but the ability to move away from his position proved irresistible. By the time the thirtieth stroke had landed, Deiter was stomping his feet in pain and had moved from his position on five or six occasions. Although Pytor said nothing, Deiter knew that the cane would follow as sure as night follows day.
Pytor order Deiter to move to one side and moved to the other end of the line and directed Rolf to move into position. Rolf pleaded with Pytor to be spared but the silence that greeted his pleas gave a clear signal that his pleas were in vain. Slowly he managed to move into the centre so that his arms were loosely above his head and then bent over to present his naked flesh to the waiting strap.
Pytor walked up to the pretty youth and rubbed his calloused hand over the two delicious mounds and smiled as Rolf shuddered from the unexpected touch. Pytor stepped back and admired the target and then, without warning, sent the strap slashing across the target.
Rolf heard the 'crack' as the strap landed but the pain took a moment to register in his brain. He cried out at the fierce burning that erupted across both cheeks. He began pleading immediately for the punishment to stop but the strap kept up a steady rhythm and his pleas and tears fell on deaf ears.
Rolf had seen public strappings in the town square and had seen grown men reduced to the miserable state in which he now found himself but had no idea that the pain could be so intense. All over his backside he could feel streaks of fire and by the ninth stroke he had no choice but to seek a respite. He jumped forward just as the tenth stroke was about to land and hung from his chains and cried inconsolably.
Pytor watched the pretty blond shaking from his pain but was not disposed to treat the lad leniently. Patiently he waited.
Rolf gradually regained his composure. From the deafening silence he knew that he had no choice and slowly eased himself back to await the continuation of his beating.
Pytor watched as the plump backside was slowly raised into position and paused for a moment to intensify the lad's anxiety before bringing the strap around with full force across both of the burning cheeks of his victim.
Each stroke was greeted with a cry from Rolf but Pytor did not lessen the severity of the beating. Several times Rolf shied away from the descending strap and patiently Pytor waited for the lad to resume his position before continuing.
Rolf danced under the steady lashing and could hardly comprehend the pain that the leather was inflicting upon him. He was unaware of the passage of time: his mind was consumed with pain. Deiter, on the other hand, feared for Rolf as the minutes passed and the number of occasions upon which Pytor had to wait while Rolf assumed the required position mounted. Deiter knew that Rolf would eventually also taste the sting of the cane.
Pytor had to push Rolf out of the way upon the delivery of the thirtieth lash of the strap and did so with his hand upon the lad's backside. The warmth generated by the beating excited Pytor and he required great self-control not to immediately satisfy his _s_e_x_ual needs.
After a minute or two, Pytor ordered Luis to assume the required position. Luis glared defiantly at him as he did so and Pytor took the look as a challenge. The test of wills that resulted was a one-sided affair. The outcome was inevitable.
Luis tried his best to ignore the pain that the leather caused as it lashed across his nether cheeks but no amount of determination could defeat the increasing intensity of the fire in his posterior. Halfway through the beating, Luis' resolve broke and he began to stomp his feet and to swing from his restraints.
Deiter watched as Luis put up strong resistance and marvelled at the lad's ability to remain in position for so many lashes. The sight was mesmerising and Deiter counted the strokes, hoping that Luis would not give Pytor reason to pause the lashing. Deiter was dismayed when, towards the end of the beating, Luis' resolve abandoned him completely and on three successive occasions Luis moved away from the descending lash.
Pytor completed the beating and then stepped back to admire the results. All three victims sported severely swollen and tender backsides and all three presented an invitation, which his lust could not deny. Pytor unshackled Deiter and led him to a low set rail upon which a saddle had been mounted. He quickly secured Deiter's hand to the upright posts supporting the rail and than tied his legs to the posts as well. Watching the lad wriggle with discomfort and fear, Pytor stripped off his clothes to reveal his massive frame and the huge organ that rose from between his legs.
Without a word, Pytor walked to the end of the barn and selected a cane.
Deiter could not see what was happening but knew the unmistakable sound of Pytor's disrobing and the 'swish' of the cane as Pytor tested its flexibility as he strode back to his waiting victim. Deiter struggled against his bonds in a futile attempt to escape the inevitable.