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 22: Alex's story - Part 2
I recall that we did not see Kurt for some days. He had been taken to a special room set aside for those who needed to recuperate - a room that each of us would visit from time to time.
That first day we tried to find out as much as we could about or master and our situation. William was scared witless as the prospect of being the prince's plaything and we tried to comfort him as best we could. Damien and I searched about our room and found, as Sean had indicated, many spy holes from which we could be observed.
As the sun started to set, we all bathed and were then fed, quite well I should observe. After dinner we were dressed in fine cotton tunics, which hung loosely from our shoulders to our lower thighs. We could hear music coming from some distance away when the doors were opened and we were commanded to follow our guards. We made our way along the marbled corridors towards the music and found ourselves in due course within a vast banqueting room. Men, and veiled women, reclined upon couches from which they could converse and observe proceedings.
Our master lay upon a silk covered couch and I felt his eyes surveying us as we lined up along one side of the room. Damien, William and I stayed close to Sean who acted as our interpreter.
One of our guards approached the prince as said something to him. He addressed the guests as the guards came over to us and took one of our number from the line. Sean explained as the frightened lad was taken away that the youth had been caught masturbating in thew ablutions room and was now to be punished.
I could not fathom what the prince was saying but it was clearly embarrassing for the dark haired youth who now stood in the centre of the room. Yousef appeared from one side of the room carrying a long thin rod with which he clearly intended to chastise the lad.
At a command from Yousef, the lad removed his thin tunic and placed it on the floor. From my vantage point, I could see that the lad was well endowed and had a pert round rear.
Yousef gave the lad another series of commands and I watched as the lad spread his feet apart and then placed his hand upon his head.
Sean explained that the prince had indicated that the lad had shown a lack of self-control and would now have to endure his punishment without the benefit of restraints so that he might demonstrate that he did know how to control himself. I cringed at the thought of having to take a beating without anything to lie upon or hold onto and doubted my ability to do so.
Yousef approached his victim from the side and measured his distance. The rod was a thin blur as it whipped around and lashed across both cheeks of the lad's arse. A thin red line appeared upon the lad's cheeks but he gave no sound and held his position with amazing fortitude.
Several more times the rod lashed across the lad's nether cheeks before a pleading cry came from the lad's throat. The lad's considerable member started to sway as each stroke landed, giving the impression of some form of obscene dance. Yousef continued the lashing in slow and measured strokes, gradually covering every inch of the youth's backside with painful stripes.
From where we stood it was apparent that the lad's legs were about to betray him for he was shaking and crying from the pain. The youth was spared this indignity by a sign from the prince who indicated to Yousef that the beating should cease.
The lad was commanded to recover his tunic and rejoined our company, tears streaming down his face.
We stood for quite some time before being paid any attention. Then one of the guards came to us and indicated that Damien, William and I should approach the prince. As we moved forward we could hear another command being given and a glance behind me showed that our companions were all stripping of their flimsy tunics.
We stood before the prince who commanded that we also remove our tunics. The three of us complied and stood naked before him. William was trying desperately to hide his fear but I could sense him shaking a little as we stood waiting.
About the room there was a great deal of activity. I looked about and saw that the women had departed and the men were selecting slaves for whatever purposes they had in mind. I returned my gaze to our princely master as he beckoned Damien to move to him. Damien shuffled forward and was directed by the prince to drop to his knees. I was then ordered to stand beside the prince who quickly grabbed hold of my organ and fondled it. Without any sense of shame, the man then drew open his white flowing robe to reveal his state of excitement.
Now, while I have seen and endured many weapons, I must observe without gratuity that the weapon that presented itself was by far the most sizeable that I had seen. Measuring the length of a small child's arm and several inches in girth, one could not imagine how a single person's blood supply would ever raise much a mass of flesh.
Our master grabbed Damien's hair and directed his mouth towards the offered organ and with some considerable effort Damien commenced to lick the knob. Dissatisfied with this, the prince pulled Damien forward indicating that Damien was somehow meant to get the upper part of the weapon in his mouth. I watched as Damien strained to get the penis into his mouth and heard him grunt as the weapon reached the back of his throat.
I was unsure of the extent of Damien's oral abilities but quickly realised as he started retching around the intruder that he had never taken anything down his windpipe. Damien panicked when the organ passed into his throat, as anyone might do, and struggled to pull away. He succeeded and collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
With a few words from our master, the wretched Damien was lifted from the floor by two guards and deposited on a long settee and his hands and feet were quickly secured. The prince then directed me to assume the position from which Damien had recoiled and I set about the impossible task as the prince directed that Damien be punished.
Being slightly adjacent to where Damien lay bound, I saw that Yousef had produced a thin bamboo cane and had seated himself on the far side of his bound victim. Using repetition rather than force as the means of inflicting pain, Yousef began a slow and methodical beating of Damien's round buttocks. As I went about my assigned task, I occasionally glanced in Damien's direction as firstly he began to squirm and then gradually began to writhe from the slow build up of pain in his rear.
Although I had had quite a deal of experience with oral _s_e_x_ at the prison, I nonetheless struggled with the massive organ to which I was attending. I managed to get some of the organ into my throat but I was quickly denied air with which to breathe and felt myself swooning into oblivion. Sensing this, the prince withdrew and pushed me aside. With a gesture, one of the other slaves came forward and demonstrated incredible prowess by taking a goodly third of the prince's organ into his throat.
By this time Damien was in torment but his punishment continued. I looked at Damien's buttocks, which were starting to swell from the incessant beating. Blood was clearly being drawn towards the surface of Damien's cheeks by the supple cane and I wondered whether the prince would allow the flesh to be broken, for to do so would be to inflict upon Damien's pretty backside some permanent scars.
As the slave continued to administer to the prince's organ, William and I stood and watched both the incredible ability of the slave and the intense agony to which companion was being subjected by Yousef.
After some time, the prince apparently tired of the sport and appeared to direct Yousef to cease the beating. Yousef arose and smiled at the sobbing form of Damien and then approached where William and I stood. Both William and I tensed as Yousef approached and I must admit to being relieved when Yousef took William by the arm and led him towards the centre of the room. At a command from Yousef, a heavy frame was carried into the room and I watched as William was secured to it with his legs spread well apart and his upper torso parallel to the floor. I admired the pert buttocks that were well spread but shuddered at the knowledge of what was about to happen.
The arrival of the frame and William's being secured to it caused a general commotion about the room and the other guests watched as their chosen partners continued to administer to their needs when the prince arose. Our master first walked to where Damien lay bound and lightly tapped Damien's swollen buttocks. A thin smile appeared on the prince's lips as Damien let out a scream of pain. The prince offered what was apparently a compliment to Yousef, the latter bowing to acknowledge what had been said. Yousef was in fact acknowledging instructions for he came to me, grabbed my arm and led to where the helpless body of William was strapped. I had no idea of their purpose but quickly found out for I was pushed to the flor and my face pushed between William's exposed orifice.
I had, during my period of incarceration, experimented with this form of intimacy but had not found the experience at all pleasant, and my reluctance apparently showed for there was a swish of air behind me followed quickly by the impact of a whip across my exposed backside. I lurched forward at the sudden sting across my nether cheeks and forced my mouth against William's orifice. While I was less than enthusiastic about the task that had been set for me, I nevertheless gave William as much lubrication as was possible in order that his torment might be eased as far as possible.
From William's responses, it became apparent that he was enjoying the sensation for he pushed back as far as his restraints would allow in order that I might increase his pleasure. For quite some time I continued at my labours, eliciting moans of pleasure from my virginal partner but his pleasure was soon to evaporate.
A swift kick to my side pushed me away from William's gyrating backside and I scrambled to my feet to see that our new master was preparing for his assault. A mirror had been positioned in front of William whilst I was on my knees its purpose being solely that William might observe what was happening and that his assailant might gain pleasure from seeing the expression on his victim's face.
All the guests in the room had gathered around to witness the deflowering of William's prize and that chatted excitedly in their strange language, apparently anticipating the pleasure that their lord was about to enjoy.
The prince had me come to him and reline his organ with the juices from my mouth and then moved into position behind William. Looking into the mirror, William could not have helped but notice the huge weapon approaching from his rear and he struggled valiantly against his bonds in a futile bid to avoid the inevitable. William swore and cursed as one might expect of a navvy, but to no avail. The prince brought his massive tool into contact with William's portal and muttered some epithet or other to some unseen divinity as he took hold of William's shoulders and pushed mightily into the virgin hole.
To this day I cannot think of more than a handful of times when I heard such a wail of pain as erupted from William's chest as the monstrous weapon broke through his resisting flesh. From my vantage point I saw the weapon enter and the hole gradually opening to accommodate the intrusion. I could also see the flesh tear, as the weapon was removed a little and then thrust further into the hapless, and now no longer virginal, William.
William screamed and pleaded at each thrust of the organ but there was no let up in the relentless assault. Inch by wider inch the prince's organ pushed aside the insides of William's bowels and speared into his innards. Finally, with what appeared to be two thirds of his organ buried deep within the almost unconscious William, the prince withdrew a little and then began to establish the rhythm of rutting to the apparent delight of the onlookers. William again cried out for mercy but nothing would stop our master from enjoying the pleasure he was so obviously receiving from both the warm confines of William's arse and the pain that William was enduring.
Mercifully for William, the prince's ability to withhold his climax was somewhat limited and within moments the prince gave forth a cry of delight and apparently expelled his seed deep within William's insides.
Having climaxed, the prince was almost totally exhausted and, sweating from his exertions, collapsed upon his victim's back as he allowed his throbbing member to subside. When he finally withdrew, William uttered no sound, apparently having lost consciousness during the final moments of the act. Blood and other juices leaked from the distended nether hole once the prince gave up his possession and I watched as William was released from his bonds and borne away for treatment.
The prince apparently indicated his intention to retire after his exertions and the guests returned to the slaves who had stayed where their masters had left them while William was sacrificed to the prince's lust.
Yousef ordered myself and Damien to follow the prince as he departed the scene of depravity and we formed a small procession and were directed through wide corridors towards what was to become an ordeal for myself and my beautiful companion.