With apologies to those who have been waiting for this saga to continue. More as soon as time permits. 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 1984/85.

Chapter 19: Punishments, preparations for an auction, a contest

Deiter could only stare at the floor of the barn as Pytor approached with the cane. He felt the instrument being gently rubbed across his throbbing backside and involuntarily clenched his buttocks as it was taken away. From bitter experience, Deiter knew that tightening his cheeks was a mistake but the sense of fear outweighed any other sense.

Pytor drew the cane away from the attractive backside of his victim and swung it behind him and then pivoted to bring the cane around to land firmly across both of Deiter's cheeks. Deiter's response was instantaneous and he let out a terrible cry as a weal arose across his already tender backside.

Pytor looked in satisfaction at the resultant stripe and was pleased that the blow had drawn no blood. The second stroke he applied with equal ferocity to the lower part of Deiter's buttocks and felt his erection grow as Deiter squealed out in protest at the pain. Four more strokes were applied leaving six parallel lines neatly spaced across the posterior of the writhing lad.

Satisfied with his handiwork, and unable to contain his lust, Pytor dropped the cane and positioned his organ at Deiter's exposed portal.

Deiter could not comprehend what was happening so quickly for his mind was still totally absorbed with the pain of the thrashing. But suddenly he felt Pytor grab his hair and then the burst of a new form of pain as his hole was brutally forced open by Pytor's organ. Deiter let out a high-pitched cry as his hole spread to accommodate the invader but was quickly reduced to grunting as Pytor's weight and rhythm forced the air out of his lungs.

For Pytor, the sensation of the tight canal and the heat from the gasping lad's posterior quickly brought him to orgasm and with a final brutal thrust he expended himself deep within the lad's bowels. Pytor was overcome by the intensity of the experience and lay for a few moments upon Deiter's back as his erection slowly subsided. Finally he withdrew and untied the lad and then slumped upon the floor of the barn as he regained his strength for his next victim.

Rolf and Luis had watched Deiter's caning and violation with a mixture of fear and revulsion and cringed as Pytor sat on the floor looking at them as if they were prime cattle ready for slaughter.

For some time Pytor assessed his options. He ignored Deiter's struggle to remove himself from saddle and then his slow retreat from the scene as he went to empty his violated rectum.

Pytor looked closely at Luis and recalled Luis' efforts to resist the pain of the strapping and decided that he would be a greater challenge than the blond Rolf. He walked over and untied the still sobbing Rolf and pushed him over the raised saddle and secured him as he had Deiter.

Rolf begged Pytor to spare him further punishment but his pitiful plea was only greeted by a resounding 'crack' as the cane landed across both his nether cheeks. Being immobilised, Rolf could only move a few inches and emit a screeching plea for mercy. Each of the next three strokes brought even greater noise from Rolf's lungs but the fact that he couldn't move from his position somehow made enduring the torture somewhat easier.

Seeing a tear in the soft flesh, Pytor relented and ceased the caning.

Rolf sensed Pytor moving towards him. His tormentor's body heat warned him of the imminent assault on his virgin hole. "Please, please don't" wailed Rolf as his ample cheeks were spread by the invading weapon.

Pytor loved this part of his exertions - a helpless lad, unable to resist and a tight hole that his thick weapon would tear apart. He positioned the head against the orifice and lunged forward, driving his member deep within the resisting flesh. The high-pitched screech of pain, which Rolf gave forth, only served to heighten Pytor's enjoyment. He relished in the pleas and cries of his victim and quickly approached the mounting climax. Determined not to leave the dark-haired Luis unattended, Pytor quickly withdrew leaving his erection standing and dripping with the blood-flecked ooze of the still crying Rolf.

Rubbing his organ across Rolf's cheeks, Pytor quickly cleaned himself and then released the sobbing lad. He half-carried the youth away from the alter upon which his punishment and defilement had occurred and quickly replaced him with the still-defiant Luis.

Luis' backside still throbbed from his strapping and he knew that his defiance was now going to be rewarded with even greater pain. Despite his mental preparation, nothing could prepare Luis for the pain that accompanied the first stroke of the cane as it sliced into the lowest part of his buttocks. Luis could not hold back the cry that erupted from his chest.

Pytor took his time administering the caning. The six strokes were placed parallel to one another and Pytor noted with satisfaction that, after the sixth stroke, Luis seemed to relax, assuming that he was to receive the same portion as had Deiter.

Conscious only of pain and his gasping breath, Luis was taken completely by surprise when Pytor delivered a seventh stroke, which cut across the previous six. Luis let out a wail, which startled Deiter and Rolf. The watched in horror as Luis' buttocks clenched and unclenched in an involuntary spasm.

Pytor laughed out loud at the lad's misery and delivered another stroke from the opposite side, again slashing the cane across the previous weals. Luis' cry brought his organ to it fully erect state and Pytor threw the cane to the ground and moved towards the bound and helpless victim.

Luis felt the blunt head of Pytor's final instrument of torture separate his nether cheeks. Try as he might, he could not relax himself because of the fire burning all over his backside. The forced entry of Pytor's organ therefore caused the maximum amount of pain and damage and Luis let out a cry of "Nooo!" as his violation was completed. Luis felt the huge organ tear the soft flesh of his hole and bury itself deep within him. Sweat flowed down his chest and back and his legs became shaky as Pytor withdrew most of the weapon and then drove forward again.

Unlike with Deiter, Pytor took his time ravaging Luis for he wanted the lad to suffer for as long as possible. To Luis, the rutting seemed to take forever but he noticed the gradual increase in his assailant's tempo and then the final explosion deep within his bowels.

Pytor truly enjoyed his second orgasm and rested within his victim until his organ finally began to subside. Regaining his breath, Pytor withdrew from the lad's arse and gathered his clothes and waled back to his house to clean himself up. He left it to Deiter and the sobbing Rolf to release Luis and to repair their clothing. Shortly they would be returned to the prison.

While Pytor was sating his lust pain and pleasure, the Warden, Judge and Pierre were attending to administrative matters. Secret letters had been dispatched to the four corners of the globe to advise the prison's clientele of an impending auction made necessary to ease the overcrowding within the prison's dormitories. Detailed descriptions of some 200 prisoners had been sent with each of the letters to enable potential bidders to assess the offerings. Despite the conflict to the north, there was adequate access to the prison from the south and Pierre would be dispatched to greet the guests at a secret rendezvous.

Pierre's immediate duty was to visit all the local gentry to advise them of the auction and he did so with alacrity. Most locals, having had the pleasure of the prisoners as free labour and obedient objects of their various appetites, were disinclined to purchase prisoners whom they knew. For this reason the auction included some newly arrived prisoners. Pierre advised the locals of the fine quality of the new arrivals who were primarily from the ranks of the military and assured his prospective clients that the auction was worthy of their attendance.

Pierre then travelled abroad to ensure that special customers, those with large appetites and large bank balances, would participate in the auction.

During his travels, Pierre noted that many clients were particularly attentive to his descriptions of some of the prisoners whom Pierre had known on the most intimate level and he regaled them with stories of the delights which they offered. By the time he returned to the prison, Pierre was confidant that the auction would be a success.

For Deiter, Luis and many of the other prisoners, their return to the prison that night marked a turning point in their young lives. Upon their arrival a great many of them were herded into one of the central courtyards where they milled about, keeping as far away from the punishment platform as their number would permit. Fearing the worst, they waited.

Dr Weiss and the Warden arrived to find a subdued and expectant audience and took pleasure in the anxiety which their arrival created. Striding onto the platform, the Warden directed that all the prisoners set themselves as far from the platform as possible and on two sides of the courtyard. After a few minutes of general confusion, the prisoners were finally in position and the Warden then directed that the prisoners he was about to name should promptly move to the other side of the courtyard as their names were called.

Progressively the prisoners were sorted out and many who had been in the prison for some time found themselves singled out for whatever fate awaited those whose names had been called. Alex, Kurt, Jan and Wilhelm, Felix, Gaston, Franz, Damien, the twins - Johan and Daniel , Helmut, Deiter, Rolf and Luis were amongst those who waited. The remainder of the gathering of felons was dispatched back to their cellblocks.

The Warden then addressed the remaining prisoners and informed them that they were to be moved to new accommodation in the last cellblock of the prison. The Warden and the Doctor then moved along the ranks of the prisoners, as if on a final inspection.

Dr Weiss was contemplating the worth of the human cargo before him when he spotted the rather pretty features of Damien whom he had not seen in some time.

Damien had been working on a farm for weeks on end and had not spent much time within the confines of the prison. He knew that he had caught the Doctor's eye the instant it happened but hoped for an instant that nothing would come of it. A moment later, a gesture from the Doctor made Damien's heart sink as he was beckoned to the Doctor's side. As the other prisoners were led away, Damien had no option but to follow Dr Weiss and the Warden from the courtyard.

Dr Weiss and the Warden parted company as they arrived at the stairs which led to adjoining cellblock and Damien followed the Doctor through the maze of corridors until they arrived at the Doctor's room.

Once inside, Damien stood uneasily as the Doctor surveyed his prize.

"And where have you been?" asked the Doctor as he walked to the door and summoned one of the guards.

"I have been working on one of the farms, Sir," replied Damien, somewhat startled by the causal nature of the Doctor's approach. Damien stood silently as the Doctor muttered instructions to the guard and waited for the Doctor to close the door.

Weiss engaged Damien for several minuted in polite and casual conversation as he waited for his instructions to be carried out. A knock on the door indicated that everything was in order and Weiss walked promptly to the door, opened it, and instructed Damien to follow.

Thoroughly confused by the strange turn of events, Damien followed the Doctor through into the corridor and immediately found himself under escort by two rather large guards. The small party trooped along the corridor and then down a spiral staircase into the bowels of the building. With each step Damien's fear increased.

The procession stopped for an instant at the entrance to a large underground cellar but the guards pushed Damien into the room where a six other guards were waiting. Dr Weiss followed.

"Gentlemen," said Weiss in a high-spirited manner, "I have much to thank you for, and this young man is a token of my appreciation. Treat him as you will while I bid a fond farewell to our other guest."

Damien looked about him and saw the terrified face of Helmut staring from amongst the guards. As the Doctor moved across the room to claim his prize, Damien was seized upon and quickly stripped of his clothing.

"No need to rush, gentlemen," Weiss called to the guards and he slowly pealed Helmut's clothes from his body. "We should savour such entertainments, so please take your time. Perhaps we might have a contest. What say you?"

"What sort of contest, Sir?" asked one of the guards.

"Well," replied Weiss, "let me think". After a moment pondering the possibilities, Weiss led the now naked Helmut to the front of the gathered guards. "Let me suggest that you place our young friend onto the flogging bench. You shall then each have an opportunity to apply one stroke with the cane to the lad with the man who elicits the greatest response from him having the honour of having young Helmut here for the rest of the night, to do with as you please. Of course, that is after I have had my fill of him.

Now, you may not apply the cane to any portion of Damien's anatomy that has already been struck since that would give an unfair advantage to those who go last. No, each blow must be to a different portion of his body.

"When we have a winner, you shall slowly administer a beating to his fine posterior but I suggest you use the strap rather than the cane since we don't want him bleeding. Do you accept the challenge?"

Damien's eyes bulged in fear as Weiss explained the nature of his pending ordeal and noticed that Helmut had hung his head in despair at the prospect of being used by the Doctor and one of the guards for no purpose than their respective _s_e_x_ual satisfaction.

The guards argued amongst themselves for a moment as they quickly accepted the challenge and vied for the right to strike the first blow. When an order had been established, they dragged the hapless Damien to the flogging bench where he was secured over a thick leather pad, which had the effect of raising his backside to greater prominence. The end of the bench was lowered so that Damien's posterior was presented for maximum benefit.

Weiss became aroused immediately as he watched Damien being prepared and drew Helmut to him and moved to one of the benches that lined the wall. Weiss had a splendid and uninterrupted view as Damien's body was secured.

Exposing himself, Weiss started to fondle Helmut as he watched the first of the nine guards prepare to take up challenge of securing the loudest cry from Damien.

Damien knew that pain was to ensue and panted and sweated as he waited for the first blow to land. From the corner of his eye he could see one of the burley guards take up the cane but could not ascertain where the fist blow might fall. The whistle of the cane through the air was followed by an excruciating burst of fire across Damien's back and the lad let out a cry of surprise as well as pain. His back felt as if it had been split open although, in reality, a single blow could not have produced such a result.

The watching guards commented favourably to their colleague on his achievement as Damien gasped for air.

The second blow landed across Damien's thighs and elicited a similarly pitiful cry whilst the third and fourth brought less agony to Damien, landing on his lower back and the top of his buttocks.

The fifth and sixth guards aimed their blows an the quivering buttocks as well after they had agreed that there was ample room for additional stripes on the, as yet, unmarked flesh. Having suffered many beatings before, Damien barely whimpered at the pain that these blows imparted.

The seventh guard was about to deliver his lash when, from the side of the room, there came a high-pitched cry. The guards turned as one and saw Helmut's distraught face and they applauded as they realised that their benefactor, Dr Weiss, had impaled Helmut on his oversized member with great effect.

No virgin by any means, Helmut had nonetheless been stretched violently as, facing the punishment tableau, the Doctor had suddenly pulled him back and speared his erect member fully into Helmut's unprepared hole. Helmut's pain was caused primarily by the abruptness of the assault and the tearing of the flesh about his hole as it was quickly distended beyond its normal limits.

The guards returned their attention to Damien as Dr Weiss slowly forced Helmut to ride his blood-filled organ. The seventh blow was applied to Damien's calves that brought a loud response from the victim but it was the eighth stroke that caused the most piteous cry from the lad. The eighth guard had set his heart on winning the contest that the Doctor had created and had spied Damien's testicles hanging slightly down between his parted thighs. When the opportunity arrived, the guard aimed his stroke diagonally across Damien's left buttock so that the tip of the cane whipped into the sensitive testicles.

Damien let out a high pitched shriek an his balls exploded in fire and writhed in agony as the pain welled up throughout his body.

Damien barely noticed the final blow, which caught him low on his thighs, but sobbed uncontrollably from the pain from his testicles which overwhelmed his senses.

The guards, having completed the contest readily agreed that their companion who had struck the blow to Damien's testicles was the winner of the contest. They waited for further instructions from the Doctor who was at that time enjoying the ministrations of Helmut's mouth on his yet to be relieved member.