Chapter 2 Kristofer's punishment and education
A cell door was opened nearby and Hans and I took Kristofer further down the cell block away from the punishment room as the man who had proceeded Kristofer in court was led past us and down the corridor that led to the room in which his corporal punishment was to be administered.
Hans and I talked quietly with Kristofer who seemed to start relaxing a little in our company but his fear returned after some ten minutes when the feint sounds of the beating then in progress started to waft down the corridor towards us. The prisoner under discipline might have been older and stronger than Kristofer but the cane was clearly reducing him to tears and bringing forth cries of pain. Hans and I watched Kristofer intently as he anticipated the agony that he was to endure and were not in the least surprised when he started to wet himself out of sheer terror.
As Kristofer tried to hide the embarrassing signs of his fear, Hans made light of the situation.
"Don't worry kid," he said to Kristofer, "even the toughest guys do that. Now come here and we'll get you out of those wet pants".
We took the lad into a side room and had him strip off his damp trousers and allowed him to have a quick shower. For the first time Hans and I saw the young man in all his beauty and found our choice to have been excellent. Kristofer was well proportioned with strong buttocks and a more than adequate appendage between his legs. Being hetero_s_e_x_ual, I took it for granted that Kristofer was a virgin where it counted and smiled at Hans to indicate the pleasure we would enjoy between those fleshy mounds in due course.
Hans smiled as if to acknowledge my thoughts and then proceeded to give Kristofer a towel with which to dry himself.
Kristofer looked about the room for a new pair of trousers.
"Don't worry," I said to him. "Just put the towel around you. It is just about time to take you for your punishment and there is no reason to get another pair of pants now. And when you are done, you will get back your street clothes anyway."
Kristofer did as he was told, nervously glancing at the slight bulges in Hans and my trousers, but said nothing.
Kristofer was no sooner dried and covered up when a guard came into the room where we were and indicated with a nod of his head that they were ready for our young companion. Hans took Kristofer's arm and, with me on the other side of the lad, escorted him through the main processing room and down the corridor to the room in which Kristofer would be shaved.
A young medical orderly was waiting for Kristofer and was mildly surprised to see that we were in attendance but said nothing about our presence given our positions.
"Alright lad," he said to Kristofer, "drop the towel and get up on the apparatus facing forward and grip the handles. I am going to shave you so I suggest you don't move."
Pale and frightened, Kristofer did as he was told and removed his towel and then placed his feet on the two footrests which were about twenty-five centimetres off the ground. Holding onto a side bat for support, he then leaned forward over a centre bar and took hold of the two hand bars which were well below his waist level. In this position Kristofer's backside was well exposed and accessible.
The medical orderly sprayed water on Kristofer's backside and then applied shaving cream between his cheeks. There was not need for shaving anywhere else for Kristofer's backside was totally hairless. Hans and I shuffled about a little to get a better view of the delectable sight before us.
Kristofer's face blushed throughout the procedure but he was resigned to this fate and remained quite still as the officer shaved every skerrick of hair from between his cheeks and then rinsed them clean.
Kristofer looked mortified as he stood and dried himself with a towel that was given to him and then wrapped it around his waste.
Another guard entered the room as if on cue and said: "Come on, time for your punishment."
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Kristofer followed the guard out of the room and turned left and went into the punishment room. Hans and I followed as did the medical orderly.
The contraption used for corporal punishment stood in the centre of the large room and was not that much different from that in which Kristofer had stood whist his backside was shaved. It consists of a moulded titanium frame with two slightly elevated and adjustable footpads to which the prisoner's feet may be secured, a 10 centimetre-wide central padded rest upon which the prisoner's groin is laid and secured and two horizontal bars to which the prisoner's upper arm and wrists are secured. Apart from the central part of the frame, the arm and foot rests are fully adjustable and may be placed in any position by use of small motors.
Kristofer was led to the machine and told to remove his towel and then to step into the footrests. A guard secured each of Kristofer's ankles and then ordered him to bend forward with this arms on the tubular arm rests. Kristofer's wrists were secured quite tightly and then the other straps placed around his upper arms. The guard then took a remote control and quietly spread Kristofer's feet and then raised the footrests so that his already well-spread cheeks were spread even further and his buttocks placed in the most prominent position possible. Finally, the guard strapped Kristofer's torso down as tightly as possible to ensure maximum exposure during his punishment.
Being well practised in the procedure, positioning Kristofer took just a matter of a few seconds.
Hans and I stood to one side and watched the process and noticed the first films of sweat breaking out on Kristofer's face. Being so totally vulnerable and helpless, Kristofer was starting to panic in anticipation of the punishment to come.
Through an opaque glass door in the wall directly in front of Kristofer came the guard who would administer the punishment. As Hans and I knew he would, he carried a heavy prison strap and a stout but whippy cane in his hand and Kristofer's eyes widened as he saw the implements that would soon be applied to his backside for the first time.
I don't know whether Kristofer noticed but the guard was stripped to the waist and revealed a massive chest and heavily muscled arms. In my view, he was ideally suited for the purpose of inflicting judicial punishment. He walked slowly towards Kristofer and dutifully checked to make sure that Kristofer was properly secure. He then walked past his helpless victim and placed the strap on a table behind where Kristofer was held.
The other guard then formally read out the punishment: "Kristofer Zeiss," he pronounced in a solemn tone, "you have been sentenced to 32 strokes. Half of these will be administered with the cane and the other half with the strap. You shall have the strokes applied at approximately six each minute and will have a minute to rest between the first and second portions of your punishment. Should you require a drink of water at that time you will provided with one. Guard, you may proceed".
Knowing that the first stroke was not far away, Kristofer noticeably tried to tighten his buttocks but his awkward position precluded his doing so to any significant degree. Measuring his distance, the guard placed the cane upon Kristofer's buttocks and rested it there for a second. He then drew back his arm and executed a half pirouette and slashed the cane almost horizontally across Kristofer's backside.
The 'crack' of the cane upon naked flesh was always impressive to hear and the shriek of pain from Kristofer was highly predictable. As in most cases, the first blow is often the most shocking since it sets the pain level for what is to come and after the first expression of shock, prisoners generally become somewhat more muted.
Kristofer followed the predictable pattern and restrained his cries as each successive stroke was slowly and methodically applied.
Whilst Han and I are both quite accomplished with the use of a cane, both of us stood in awe at the precision which the guard demonstrated as he started with the first stroke fairly high up on Kristofer's buttocks and slowly placed weal after livid weal about half a centimetre apart down the length of Kristofer's backside. After 8 strokes, Kristofer buttocks were completely covered in bright real weals and I wondered briefly during the ten seconds before the next stroke as to where it would be placed.
The shriek which Kristofer let forth after the next 'crack' of the cane on his rear gave me the answer and a thin red weal appeared across the crease between Kristofer's backside and thighs.
The guard then demonstrated remarkable ambidexterity by walking to Kristofer's right hand side and, unsung his left arm, proceeded to deliver the remaining 7 strokes with equal force and precision with the final stroke of the cane duplicating the 9th by slicing across the place where buttocks and thighs met. Kristofer was screaming almost as each of these strokes landed upon areas already severely enraged by the previous visit of the cane to them.
"Do you want a drink?", asked the attending guard and Kristofer nodded his sobbing head in acknowledgement. This provided him with a brief respite from the ever-increasing level of pain and he sipped a small quantity of water up though a straw from a cup provided by the guard. The icy-cold water provided some relief to the lad's parched throat.
The minute break provided was possibly longer because of Kristofer's request for a drink but within less than two minutes the guard who was administering the punishment assumed the appropriate position to Kristofer's left and applied the first of the 16 strokes of the heavy strap that Kristofer had to endure.
From the outset of the strapping, Kristofer's legs threatened to betray him as they wobbled despite the restraints. The strap about Kristofer's waist however prevented him from moving and had his legs given way he would have been held firmly in position for the remainder of the punishment.
Unlike the cane, the severity of the pain being inflicted by the strap took fractionally linger to register in Kristofer's brain but when it did register the ensuing cry was agonising to hear. Throughout the strapping, half of which was administered from one side and the other half from the other, Kristofer cried out with ever-increasing vigour. With equal precision as with the cane, the guard covered every centimetre of Kristofer's backside with the strap, methodically moving from top to bottom and then resuming starting aging from the top and moving relentlessly down. Being quite wide, 6 strokes of the strap were sufficient to completely cover Kristofer's backside and the strap revisited previously punished flesh several times but each stroke was delivered with a steady rhythm with a break only as the guard moved from one side to the other.
By the time the final strokes were being delivered, Kristofer was crying continually and only the pitch of his cries changed as the punishment reached its conclusion.
Kristofer lay on the machine sobbing as the guard who had administered the judicial punishment left and the other guard proceeded to release the body of the wretched lad. Slowly, and with great difficulty, Kristofer edged his was off the machine and was inspected by the medical orderly who pronounced that he required no attention other than the application of a salve that would assist the healing process. This done, to the lad's great discomfort, he was then assisted to the side of the room where his clothes had been brought and placed. Hans moved to assist the lad as he painfully dressed.
One of the great foolishnesses of many criminals, especially young ones, is that they commit their crimes whilst dressed in very tight fitting and revealing clothes which is the trend in fashion in this day and age. Kristofer found out the extent of this foolish way of dress as he drew his trouser on and found that their size was hardly adequate to the swollen condition of his posterior. Nonetheless, having to walk across the street with Hans and I, Kristofer had no choice but to squeeze himself into his clothes which caused him considerable agony.
Hans and I slowly escorted our injured charge across the street where we provided him with an opportunity to shower and to restore some of his greatly diminished dignity.
While Kristofer was showering, Hans came to me and rubbed his hand upon that part of my body that exhibited arousal at the sight we had just witnessed, which is not uncommon for either of us.
"When are you going to break him in?", asked Hans.
"Oh, does this mean that it's my turn?" I retorted for usually Hans takes the lead role when we have a new prisoner assigned to us.
"No, it's just that he is so naive and innocent that I thought you might like to give him the good news and, anyway, it's about time I let you have the pleasure," Hans replied.
Thanks," I said smiling at my partner. "I'll let him observe for a few days while he recovers and then we will have him sing for his supper."
"Very considerate," said Hans as we returned to out duties.
For about half an hour Hans and I combed through the files while we waited for Kristofer to return to our office. When he did so he was in a much better state than before although he was clearly in pain and greatly discomforted by his close fitting trousers. I sat back and admired our new charge and then declared that we had some business to attend to down in the holding cells.
"Why don't we take Kristofer with us and then head home straight from there?" I suggested to Hans. "We can take the rest of these files and read them there since there are no cases that seem to warrant our immediate attention today," I added.
Hans was about to demur for there were indeed some juvenile cases that we should attend to without delay but he knew what was on my mind and agreed to my proposal.
"Alright," he said, "but we will have to spend some time when we get home to get these juveniles sorted out. Agreed?"
"Fine with me," I replied as I gather up the remaining bits and pieces and headed out the door. Looking over my shoulder I called out: "Come on Kristofer and be smart about it if you don't want another caning tonight!"
Kristofer blanched at my threat and hastened as best he could in his wounded situation to follow me. Hans brought up the rear as we went to the transport service and descended down into the holding cells in one of the basement levels of our building.
There was a smell of fear that always pervaded the atmosphere down in the basement where prisoners were held pending their being interviewed and taken to court. It was at once exhilarating and disconcerting because it confirmed the sense of power that Hans and I enjoyed and yet brought to the forefront of our minds any lingering doubts we might have had about the efficacy of the laws and economic system that kept these cells well occupied.
Hans had taken the time to select a "partner" for Rupert, the young man who has succumbed to our demands earlier in the day. Rupert was to be "given" to a farmer from the western part of what had once been the independent Republic of France. Unbeknownst to me, Hans had gone so far as to inspect this criminal who had been arrested for illegally selling produce at discount prices in one of the regional markets. Thierry had committed one of the most serious economic crimes and was most certainly headed to Prison Camp for quite some time.
Hans led Kristofer to the cell in which Thierry was being held and had the guard open the door. Even through the bars I could see why Hans had selected Thierry for the honour of being given such an attractive mate as Rupert. Thierry stood well over 185 centimetres and must have weighed well over 100 kilos. His arms were massive and overall he would be more than capable of protecting the prize with which he was about to be presented.
I entered the cell and asked Hans whether he had informed Thierry of what was in our minds.
"No, I haven't," said Hans "but I have inspected our friend here to ensure that he has the equipment for the job. Thierry has 23cm which should be more than enough, if you know what I mean."
"That big?", I replied. "Well our other friend is going to have a rough ride!"
I walked towards Thierry who has risen as we walked in and looked deeply into his eyes. Although an economic criminal, Thierry had a tough glint in his eyes which was most often found with more violent criminals. Hans and Kristofer stayed at the entrance to the cell as I quickly skimmed the computer and then sat down on the bunk opposite were Thierry was standing. I indicated to the prisoner that he should sit down so that we could talk.
Thierry," I asked quite gently, "you already know that you are going to spend quite a lot of time in Prison Camp, don't you?"
"Yes," he said in a resigned manner. "It was stupid of me to think that the Inspectors would not catch me but I had so much of my crops going to waste that I acted impulsively since so many people cannot afford the high prices of food. Now, I guess, I am going to pay the price."
"Well Thierry," I replied, "at least you understand the situation. You will receive a sentence of perhaps 60 strokes of the strap each year and have to serve at least 7 years in Prison Camp. There is nothing that we can do about that. But we have come here to help make you life a little easier there."
Thierry's eyebrows rose enquiringly as I continued.
"Before I give you the details Thierry," I said, " tell me, have you ever had a same _s_e_x_ encounter? And please tell me the truth for it is not a crime to have one, as you know, and it has nothing to do with your case or your sentence."
Thierry blushed and hesitated before he replied. "Well, yes, some years ago. There was this boy on a nearby farm and we were a bit drunk and, well, one thing led to another and, well, yes is the answer."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Yes," Thierry replied without hesitation and then blushed when he realised the admission he had just made.
"Good," I said as Thierry looked in puzzlement at me. "Let me tell you the situation. We have a young man being held down the corridor. He has been in trouble before and is headed for Prison Camp just as you are. He thinks he is quite tough but would never survive in the company of all the wolves in a Camp and we have decided that he need protection. You are going to be his protector because we are going to ensure that you are both sent to the same Camp and put in the same cell."
"What, you mean that I have to stop him being raped?" asked Thierry.
"Well, yes," I said. "But that doesn't mean that you cannot have him. Indeed, we are going to bring him here shortly and I am sure you will find him most pleasing although he might be a little unco-operative. Hans and I think you are just the guy to bring him down a peg or two but also strong enough to protect him from others."
Thierry chuckled. "You mean to say," he asked in an earnest tone, "you are giving me this kid and I can have him as my woman provided I stop others from getting at him?"
"That's the deal, Thierry," I replied. "We want you to protect him from the others in the Camp but you should feel free to use him as you wish."
"Fine," Thierry concluded. "Bring the little bastard here as soon as you like. I have been locked up here for a week because of the backlog of cases in the economic crimes court. He will be just what I need."
I turned to Hans and nodded and he went to have Rupert removed from his cell and brought to his new "husband".
"Are you sure about this?" asked Thierry as we waited for Rupert to be brought to the cell.
"Yes, Thierry," I said, smiling. "I am absolutely certain that this is the best thing for both of you. By the way, this lad has no experience so you are being given unspoilt goods. I expect you to try and avoid damaging him too much."
"Well," said Thierry with lust showing all over his face, "given my last experience I know that there will have to be some damage but I know what you mean. I won't be too rough the first few times."
At that point Hans brought Rupert into the cell.
"Thierry," said Hans, "this is Rupert. "You and he are going to be spending a lot of time together. Jamie and I will go and sort out the details with the officers here while you two get acquainted. We will see you tomorrow and get you both into court, if possible, in the afternoon."
Hans and I left the cell and walked some fifty metres down to the guards' station as the cell door was closed. Kristofer, seemingly somewhat dazed by what he had just witnessed, followed.
Hans and I took our time with the computer files and Kristofer stood near the door looking back to where we had been. Hans and I both wanted to ensure that Kristofer found out precisely what Rupert's fate was and, in due course, we heard an appalling scream echo down the cellblock as the lustful Thierry claimed his "bride". I glanced up at Kristofer who had gone quite pale and looked as if he were going to empty his stomach. Quickly I stood up and told him to come with me and I ushered him out of the cellblock and took him up to the street level where he could get fresh air. Hans joined us after a few minutes and we went to our car and, in total silence, drove home.
Kristofer was panting in fear throughout the trip which indicated that he understood both the power that Hans and I could exercise over him and, quite probably, some aspects of the future that lay in store for our young and attractive prisoner.