Sleep had obviously enveloped all four of us at some point and morning broke with a ringing of bells and shouts from the guards to get ready for our showers and breakfast. We four were escorted from our cell by three guards who took us to a separate bathroom where we were ordered to strip in preparation for our 'cleansing' as it was termed.
One by one we were ordered over a heavy table and held down while a guard prepared a huge bag full of soapy water, hung it above the table and then inserted a nozzle into the rectum of the victim. I was the second to be 'cleansed' and within seconds of the stream of water entering my bowels I began to experience to most painful cramping. I quickly found that pleading for a respite fell on deaf ears as the bastards simply allowed an unbelievable volume of water to works its way into my innards. The relief of expelling that water was unbelievable,
When we had all been 'cleansed' once the treatment was repeated none too gently and apart from Richard who received a third dose, we were allowed to shower as large exhaust fans tried to cope with the smell that emanated from the room. The bloody guards' comments about how they were looking forward to seeing our backsides beaten certainly did not make the situation any easier and we slowly dried ourselves and dressed.
Next, we went to what passed for a church, just another large hall within the prison complex. We joined the rest of our fellow prisoners in a queue as we trudged across the bleak ground to the building. A few guys behind me started to make comments about how my backside was going to be treated and what it would soon look like and one even had the temerity to pat my arse for fun. Instinctively I turned and threw a punch which, sadly, missed its mark but was evident enough that one of the guards came over and told me that I was being put on report. At that stage I couldn't give a _d_a_m_n_ about being reported and sullenly trudged on to the waiting building.
I don't know whether any of my friends can remember the service or the _d_a_m_n_ed sermon that went on forever. All I can remember of that time was a never ending replay of the sight we had seen the day before when the three lads were beaten. By the time the service was over and we walked back to the wing in which we were housed, I was shaking a little but pretended that it was just the cold and not fear.
We entered the warm wing and were immediately taken to one side by Kevin, the good looking sadist who smiled at us as he told us to wait. The other prisoners went back to their cells to wait for punishments to be completed before they would be free to go to lunch. We four waited and then were joined by a fifth boy who was older than any of us and looked most uncomfortable. Other guards joined us and then, with a smirk on his lips, Kevin said: "Come this way gentlemen, if you please".
Sadly we marched to the punishment room where we were ordered to strip and then line up against the far wall, some ten feet from where the two vaulting horses stood. I looked down the line and saw that my friends were in as grim a mood as I. As I looked towards the fifth boy who was standing next to Richard my eyes were drawn to his groin where, to my astonishment, his _c_o_c_k_ was in a semi erect state. I blinked in disbelief and looked at my own which was shrivelled out of sheer terror.
My amazement was broken by Kevin's announcement that the new lad, Michael by name, was sentenced to twelve strokes of the cane.
Our companion walked up to the vaulting horse with a hell of a lot of bravado and was duly strapped down with his backside exposed to the cane. Much to my surprise, for the first six strokes he showed not the slightest discomfort and grunted only a little as the further six strokes were delivered. When he was unshackled, Michael casually rubbed his posterior as of it were itching and then returned to his place along side Richard with, if anything, his prominent member even more erect. Much later I would find out how he was able to withstand the pain that the cane imparted without the slightest discomfort - but that was a lesson for which I would pay dearly in due course.
Richard was the first of our number summoned to receive the court imposed eighteen strokes of the strap. To our collective surprise, rather than being strapped down over the end of the horse, Richard was secured lengthways along its surface. Naked, and about four feet off the ground, Richard's prominent arse was in a perfect position to receive the full weight of the heavy prison strap that our senior guard, Kevin, handed to one of his henchmen.
Sleeves rolled up, the guard took up his position and measured the distance between himself and Richard and then brought the strap down with an almighty 'crack'. Richards let out a slight grunt but his backside leapt of the surface of the vaulting horse in acknowledgement of the fire that had been lit across both cheeks. By the fifth stroke, Richard's cries were becoming more audible and his body was convulsing at each stroke as he sought in vain to protect his reddened arse. Each subsequent stroke brought an expletive from Richard's mouth and soul and he was writhing continually.
By the time fourteen strokes had been delivered, Richard's arse was well swollen and his spirit broken. He accepted the last four strokes as if he were numbed from the pain. For my own part, I was seriously concerned about wetting myself with fear and watched as Richard was untied and helped from the horse with snot and tears running down his face uncontrollably.
Kevin then summoned me. Shakily I walked to the horse that was covered in Richard's sweat and reluctantly followed the instruction to place myself in the same position that Richard has shortly before occupied. My arms were secured first to straps at the base of the horse and then my legs were spread wide and strapped to the sides. Mesmerised, I watched as Kevin took the strap from his fellow guard and proceeded to roll up his sleeves all the time watching me with a grin on his face that told me that he was going to derive a special pleasure from beating my arse.
Before Kevin raised the strap to deliver the first blow, I noticed a prominent bulge in his pants and realised that the bastard was being turned on by the situation.
When the first blow fell across both my cheeks it took a second or two before the blaze of pain exploded in my brain and for those brief second I thought that this was not going to be as bad as I had expected. How wrong I was. Although I have never experienced it, the pain that swept across my backside seemed as if a red hot poker had been brought down across my naked flesh. "_f_u_c_k_" was the only way I could express my feelings and I twisted my body in a vain attempt to avoid a repetition of the pain.
Kevin, I swear, took his time in beating me because I can remember vividly each subsequent lash and the ever-increasing throbbing across my entire arse. My previous determination not to give my tormentor the satisfaction of knowing how much agony he was inflicting disappeared quickly and I was soon swearing, crying and pleading for the beating to stop. By the time the last lash had been delivered I was a blubbering mess. Through my tears I watched as Kevin walked over to me, the bulge in his pants even more pronounced that I had recalled. As he lent down to unfasten my left wrist, I distinctly recall him saying in my ear: "I'm not finished with you, not by a long way". Too distressed to verbally answer, I spat the snot and tears in my mouth directly into Kevin's face.
For an instant, there was a deafening silence as Kevin wiped the mess from his face. He stepped back, looked at my convulsing body and told the other guards to untie me and take me to the "hole".
Freed of the straps, I had to be helped from the top of the vaulting horse and one of the guards led me off through the wing and took me towards the central block. As we reached then door that separated our wing from the central tower I could hear the 'crack' of the strap and the first wails of pain from either Craig or Matt, I knew not which.
Once inside the central block, the guard led me down the stairs and along the underground corridor and into the room that we had been shown the previous day. Naked, sobbing, and in extreme agony, I was pushed under a shower head and sprayed with cold water. Confused and alarmed, I accepted the chilling water which was soon turned off and then the guard left me alone with just a towel to dry myself and a throbbing backside. As the door shut, I knew that I was going to pay a frightful price for the meagre satisfaction I had gained from spitting at Kevin.
The wait seemed like an eternity and by the time I heard footsteps coming along the corridor towards where I was being held it almost came as a relief. I was cold and my arse was throbbing from the beating I had taken but I shivered mainly from fear as Guard Kevin, several henchmen and my tier boss, Dan, entered the room.
"Well, well," said Kevin. "It seems our young friend here needs to learn his lessons more clearly," he chuckled. "String him up!"
Before I had time to consider what was going to happen, two guards grabbed me and another lowered two chains from the ceiling that I had not noticed on our tour of inspection and my wrists were quickly locked into shackles that hung from the chains. The chains were then pulled up to a height which allowed my feet to take my weight. The guards then gathered two chains from a cupboard and proceeded to shackle my feet which were then pulled apart until they could go no further. The chains were then secured to bolts in opposite walls. Every muscle in my body ached as I stood spread-eagled in the centre of the room, my throbbing backside and genitals exposed for the sadists who stood looking at me.
Kevin said something to Dan who came forward and took my face in his hands. Staring into my eyes, he smiled and said: "Told you I would have you. Pity Kevin has to punish you first!". Turning to Kevin, Dan asked: "Can you avoid making him bleed? I hate getting blood on anything other than my _c_o_c_k_!"
"Sure thing," replied Kevin laughing. "We just have to show him that he needs to learn respect."
As Kevin went to get some things from the cupboard, Dan ran his hands over my aching shoulders and down my sweating chest and grabbed my genitals. "Won't be using these for a while," he said as he squeezed them and then stroked my _c_o_c_k_. Dan then stood aside as Kevin approached.
Kevin was holding a small whip with quite a number of strands, a short leather strap and some shiny metal objects. He put these objects and the whip in his left hand and quickly brought the strap slashing across my left nipple. Being less sensitive there than other parts of my body, I barely reacted to the sting.
Kevin looked at me for a moment and then replaced the strap with one of the metal objects. Walking to me he stared into my eyes and grabbed my left nipple and I watched in horror as he placed a clip with shall serrated edges on the flesh. I screamed as the clip bit into the flesh. Kevin repeated the action on my other nipple which hurt even more and then stood back as I absorbed the pain in my chest.
As I became accustomed to the pain, Kevin came back to me and started flicking the two clips which created a searing pain each time one of the clips was moved. I screamed and sobbed as wave after wave of pain swept over my body but that only seemed to get my torturers more excited.
As I spat out every possible obscenity I could think of at the guard who was getting his jollies from every scream and sob that I let out, suddenly Dan came into view. For a moment the tears in my eyes blurred my vision but I saw his right arm moving first backwards as Kevin moved away. As Dan's arm came forward I saw a dark blur that headed for my chest and in an instant realised from the ensuing pain that the _f_u_c_k_ing bastard was using the whip on me. First he caught one of the clips and literally tore it from my left nipple and my pain level reached a higher plain than I thought possible as the blood rushed back into the space that had been clamped off. "_f_u_c_k_er" I yelled at him only to find that his response was to swing the whip into my _c_o_c_k_ and balls with a force that I thought was going to leave me without any balls at all. The pain in my groin from that lash caused me to try and double up but the _f_u_c_k_ers had me tied such that I couldn't protect myself or relieve the pain.
Dan then whipped the second clamp of my other nipple. I remember the pain flooding my brain and then my screaming. I obviously passed out at that point for the next thing I knew I was soaking wet with cold water being thrown over my face and chest. I was hanging from the chains, still spread-eagled and slowly my vision cleared to the point where I could see the guards who were reviving me and, behind them, Kevin and Dan quietly having a smoke.
I must have been unconscious for quite a few minutes for my wrists were aching and my shoulder were almost cramping from being fixed in such a position for so long. The chains gave me little room to ease the discomfort in my shoulders as I squirmed about trying to avoid the ache in my muscles. My front, my balls and my beaten arse were a throbbing mass of pain.
Seeing that I had been revived, Kevin directed the guards who were drenching me to take me down and as the shackles were released I collapsed into a heap on the floor of the room, too weak to even beg for mercy.
Moments passed and as I regained some strength I looked up to see Dan my cellblock boss standing over me smiling.
Kevin the guard joined Dan and asked: "Learned your lesson yet?"
All I could do was nod my head in complete submission.
The other guards were then directed to take me to my cell. Holding me under my arms, they jerked me to my feet and supported me as I shuffled with them out of the room. As we went down the corridor I saw Kevin, the lad who had been beaten being escorted to the room I had just left, a worried look on his face.
I was led up the stairs and then up to my cell where I was unceremoniously dumped on a bunk. I curled up into a ball trying to think of anything other than the pain that wracked my body. After a few minutes I heard someone enter the cell and turned my head only to see Dan standing there. I thought he was there to rape me and was surprised as he took a small container of cold cream from his pocket and sat down beside me.
As he unscrewed the container and then started to rub the cream over my bruised and bloodied body, he said quietly but menacingly: "_f_u_c_k_ing you tonight would be no fun. You probably wouldn't even notice the pain. No, I'll wait because when I take you I want everyone in the block to hear you scream. That way, they'll all know that you belong to me."