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 20: Farewells and the auction

Dr Weiss noticed that the guards had finished their beating of Damien and that a winner had been duly declared to the contest. As Helmut continued servicing his member with his mouth, the doctor gave instructions for the winning guard to get ready to claim his prize while the others were directed to give Damien a sever thrashing with the prison strap as a prelude to whatever they might desire of their victim.

Damien was in agony from the blow to his testicles as he heard the instructions from the doctor. Pleading for mercy served no purpose and he tensed himself for a thrashing.

For quite some time, while working on the farm, Damien had not had to endure any severe punishment, his master believing only in administering beatings when warranted. Damien has escaped any physical punishment except for one occasion when his idleness had been noticed. He accepted that punishment with a degree of acceptance that it was justified, but now that his chastisement was purely for the pleasure of the guards and the doctor, Damien tried to resist.

Despite their victim's efforts to free himself from the flogging bench, the guards swung to their task with alacrity. The four foot long strap let out an almighty "crack" each time it made contact with Damien's fleshy arse cheeks and quickly turned them from pink to red to a deep crimson.

Damien writhed as much in agony from the pain inflicted by the strap as from the abiding pain in his testicles. His cries and pleas for mercy only served to urge his sadistic tormentors to greater effort. Only Dr Weiss' intervention caused the guards to stop their onslaught but by that time Damien's backside was swollen and deeply bruised.

For his part, Weiss had watched the tableau with growing excitement and expended his seed deep into Helmut's throat as Damien's cries reached a crescendo and the guard who had won the right to use Helmut thrust his organ deep within Helmut's arse. Having achieved his objective, Weiss pushed Helmut from his lap and moved over to where the guards were watching Damien's panting sobbing as he tried to recover from the beating.

Weiss suggested to the guards that the time had come to use Damien for the only useful purpose he could serve in his position and he exited the room as the first guard brutally pushed his member into Damien's arsehole. The sound of Damien's cries was music to the doctor's ears and he went happily on his way, content with the knowledge that both Helmut and Damien would service all the guards during the course of the evening, most probably on more than one occasion.

Helmut was aware of Damien's plight as the latter's cries filled the cellar but his principal concern was for the pain that the rutting guard was inflicting upon his own arse. Abruptly, the guard withdrew just as Helmut sensed an approaching climax. Helmut knew that the guard was trying to avoid spending his seed too quickly since he had earned the right to enjoy Helmut's body for the entire evening. Helmut stood and went to a trough which contained water and gently washed his arse and his face as he waited for his temporary master to decide upon the next course of action.

Damien was oblivious to anything other than the repeated assaults upon his nether hole. Some of the organs that entered him were not too difficult to accommodate, but some were brutal either in size of in their usage. He sobbed quietly as the pain eased in his testicles and accepted that he was going to used repeatedly by the guards until their lust was fully sated.

The following days saw frenetic activity as the administrators prepared for the auction of the selected prisoners. Pierre returned from his "marketing" trip and started to prepare the prisoners for their departure. Rather than being too direct about their being sold, Pierre gathered the prisoners in a courtyard and told them that they were going to be sent on long-term work assignments which would last the duration of their sentences.

Alex knew the facts of the matter, having heard first hand from Dr Weiss shortly after his arrival about how prisoners were sold for profit. He said nothing to his fellow inmates but pondered the issue of how he might secure the best outcome for himself.

During the screening process, during which groups of naked prisoners were paraded before an audience of potential purchasers, Alex tried to assess which purchaser he might prefer to be sold. Unfortunately, Alex quickly found out that many bidders sent agents to select the merchandise and it was therefore impossible to determine who the ultimate owner might be. Alex resiled himself to whatever the Fates had in store for him and simply did as he was ordered.

Each night, certain prisoners were taken to the chamber in which Damien and Helmut had been beaten and violated. Alex visited the bowels of the prison one evening and left the following morning exhausted from the seemingly endless violence and _s_e_x_. But as each day passed, the extent of the violence diminished markedly since there were strict orders that there was to be no marked flesh in sight by the time the auction commenced.

Pierre oversaw these nightly debaucheries and ensured to it that the prisoners were kept in reasonable condition since he had a financial interest in the outcome of the sale. Pierre also mingled with the potential buyers or their agents and assessed their requirements. Some he found were more interested in the prisoners as labour while others desired them a _s_e_x_ual objects. To his delight, he found that all sorts of perversions were contemplated and he steered buyers in the direction of those he thought might be most suitable for a specific purpose.

Pierre's main concern was that a number of buyers had their sights set on acquiring men and lads who still had their virginity intact and he had to seek a meeting with the Warden and the Judge to address this requirement.

"Sirs," he said to the two men when he finally was able to arrange a meeting, "some of our bidders seem to have a preoccupation with securing prisoners who have not experienced males _s_e_x_. Since it is our established practice to see that each new prisoner is introduced to such activity at the earliest possible moment, we are going to have a problem in matching the supply of such prisoners with the demand."

After a short discussion, the Judge finally declared: "Leave it to me, Pierre. Come to the courts in a few days and we shall select a suitable number of delinquents to meet the needs of our clients. Bring the good Doctor with you so that he might attest to the unused nature of our charges."

During the following days, Pierre and the Judge combed the police and military cells looking for suitable candidates for their purpose. These selected individuals, generally aged between 17 and 25, were then taken to a holding cell at the central court at which the Judge presided and there they were inspected by Dr Weiss. Those who passed examination were then placed on the list to appear before the Judge.

Spectators in court that week were surprised to find that most of the prisoners brought to the dock were young, good looking and first time offenders. Equally surprising for spectators was the leniency of the punishments handed down by the Judge. Few prisoners were sentenced to receive a caning although all of them were sentenced to a beating with the strap in the public square and all received long prison sentences.

Pierre watched the public punishments of the selected prisoners and then ensured that they were spared the normally obligatory attendance in the presence of the local gentry. The prisoners were instead taken to separate cells in which prospective buyers might view them, their purity being guaranteed by the good Doctor Weiss.

Visitors arrived from all parts of the globe in the days prior to the auction and there was a great deal of commotion within the prison as the preparations were made. On the fateful night, the selected prisoners were cleansed inside and out and then led naked to holding cells adjacent to the huge auditorium in which the auction was to be conducted.

Each bidder was accommodated in a private cubicle that comfortably housed three or four people since most principals or their agents were accompanied by guards who would escort their costly cargo to their ultimate destinations. Each prospective bidder was given a card that he or she could hold aloft if they wished to bid.

The conduct of the auction was left to one of the town's experts - an auctioneer of cattle - who was appropriately compensated by the companionship of one of the prisoners of his choosing. This rather rotund man entered the stage to the applause of the audience and quickly set about the task of establishing the procedures. This completed, the auction began.

Competition for some of the prisoners was quite intense and, Pierre noted, was extremely fierce when it came to the recently acquired chaste youths. Prices reached record levels and by evening's end the coffers of the arrangers of this obscene exercise were filled to overflowing.

The successful bidders were not permitted to collect their purchases until the morning and thus the prisoners spent the night wondering what fate had befallen them.

In the cells that evening, the twins (Daniel and Johan) were confused about the exorbitant price of 200,000 gold crowns which had been bid for their services but took comfort in the fact that they would remain together. Foolishly they thought that they were being acquired for their labouring skills and would remain oblivious to the fate for some days.

Other prisoners had no idea into whose care they had been indentured and, despite the careful examinations that had been made of them, most still believed that they had been sold for their labour. In some cases this would prove true but in most the reality would be quite different.

When morning came, the prisoners were selectively removed from their cells and delivered to their new owners.

Alex, Damien and Kurt found themselves, together with one of the newly arrived prisoners (whose name they found out was Karl), chained together and presented to a trio of swarthy-looking men whom they took to be from the Middle East. Without so much as a word, the prisoners were loaded into their transport and began a lengthy journey to their new home.

Progressively, throughout the morning, the other prisoners were similarly dispatched while the Judge and Pierre went about the business of finding replacements for them. There were no recriminations and no sense of loss on the part of the organisers of this perversion: business was, after all, business and there was no end to the fodder which fed this efficient and profitable organization.

The End.

Ps. This story was continued in manuscript form in a different format and traces the experiences of the various groups of prisoners as they enter their new worlds of servitude. I shall transcribe sections as time permits. Jamie