Chapter 3 Kristofer's surrender while Hans plots another's downfall
We arrived at our home during mid-afternoon and took Kristofer into the house and showed him to the room in the eastern wing that he would occupy during his detention. His room was one of fifteen that were used to house selected prisoner who were allowed by the courts to work for us rather than spend their time in a Prison Camp. Kristofer clearly needed relief from the tight confines of his clothes for his swollen backside was clearly giving him great discomfort. While the lad was still in some shock from what he had experienced and heard, I decided to allow him a degree of modesty and provided him with a pair of loose fitting short since he had no clothing other than what he was wearing.
I then returned to where Hans was resuming work in our large study and required that Kristofer remain with us until we had completed our tasks for the day.
Of the cases we reviewed that afternoon, only a few required immediate attention and we called our colleagues and arranged matters accordingly. Only one file caught Hans' attention and he passed it to me.
The hand computer display showed a picture of a very young boy who had been scanned whilst clearly disoriented. It was a most unflattering image but the boy's innocence and bewilderment were mildly appealing. I read the file's contents.
"File No. 6486598 Subject: Wilhelm van Weyl Arrested: 19.5.40 Age : 15.9 years Height: 167cm Weight: 63.5kg Residence: State Housing Unit Utrecht 16, Apt 14 _s_e_x_uality: Hetero_s_e_x_ual Offences: Use of narcotics (DCFP) Resisting arrest Possession of narcotics (1 tab, DCFP) Previous: Use of narcotics - 6 strokes, 6 month detention in juvenile centre, (age 14), Amsterdam Vandalism - 4 strokes, home detention (age 14)"
"I see this boy is incorrigible," I said to Hans. "But he is not yet 16 and therefore should be dealt with under the juvenile system. Why has he come to us?"
"Jamie," said Hans, a little exasperated by my lack of thought, "this is his third offence and therefore we are empowered to deal with him."
"Sorry," I replied, "I wasn't thinking".
"Well, you know the penalty for that," said Hans menacingly.
'_d_a_m_n_, I thought' and looked at Hans who was staring at me with a stern look on his face and I knew I was going to suffer the consequences for my stupidity in accordance with the rules by which we ran our lives. I clenched my buttocks involuntarily at the thought and tried to discard that concern and to focus on the matter in hand.
"What do you have in mind for young Wilhelm?" I asked. "Do you intend that he should be a Rupert or a Kristofer, or do you have something else in mind?"
As Kristofer's attention suddenly became sharply focussed on our discussion, Hans gave a deep laugh.
"I don't think that we should put this boy in a Prison Camp just yet", he said. "and since we do not want another brat on our hands right now, I thought we might have our friend Becker take him in. He has only one prisoner there at present and I am sure he would like some variety," said Hans with a wicked leer in his voice.
Klaus Becker, our next door neighbour was a 28 year old computer systems operator who worked from his home. Attractive, a close friend with a seemingly insatiable _s_e_x_ual appetite, Klaus was always interested in our ability to provide him with prospective workers and _s_e_x_ual partners and Hans in particular took great delight in monitoring, observing and even sometime assisting in the education of young men placed into detention at Klaus' home.
"Don't you think that is a bit too severe?" I enquired, knowing precisely what fate awaited this young Dutch boy should Hans do as he had indicated.
"No, not at all," said Hans. "It's time this kid got a hold on reality and is brought into line. Just like Kristofer here."
Having heard his name mentioned several times, Kristofer finally got up the courage to ask what was going to happen to him.
Hans broke away from the mater in hand and turned to Kristofer and told him the facts of his new life.
"Kristofer," said Hans, "you are going to spend the next two year here doing precisely as we say. Jamie will be your supervisor although either of us can give you instructions. You will work on the grounds and in the house and you will obey every order. You will observe the rules which govern conduct here, and if you disobey an instruction or break any rule you will be caned or strapped on your bare backside.
"Punishments here are much the same as in a Prison Camp but the audience is much smaller. But let's be clear about this from this moment on, if either of us give you and order, you will obey immediately or face the consequences. If you are told to do something, whether you like it nor not, you will do so without question. Your body and your life belong to us. The only limitation is that we are not able to cause you permanent physical damage without just provocation."
"Kristofer, " I chimed in as the lad was trying to comprehend what he had just been told. "Once a year your physical condition will be checked by a doctor for the DIS to verify that we are treating you as if you were in a Prison Camp, but apart from that constraint, you belong to us in every sense of the word."
Handing Kristofer a computer display, I added:" This is for you. On it you will find communication links to myself and to Hans and you may not communicate with anyone outside this property without permission. On the display you will find at page "R" the rules which govern your existence here. Now sit down and start learning them because they contain some matters to which you need to give attention within the next hour or so. I suggest you read carefully the paragraphs concerning cleanliness and punctuality. You will find what you need has been placed in your room. We will not remind you of what is required. Either you take the initiative and do what is required or you take the consequences.
"Oh," I added, " you will see reference to areas of this property with which you will not be familiar. I shall give you a tour of the house and grounds shortly so that you know where everything is and where you should go and where you may not."
Meekly Kristofer sat down and started scrolling through the instructions as Hans and I sorted out the matter of young Wilhelm. After a little more discussion, I realised that Hans had made up his mind as to what to do about Wilhelm and, not wanting to aggravate him further, acceded to his decision. We would interview Wilhelm in the morning. In the meantime, Hans called Klaus and invited him to dinner, hinting that he had something in which Klaus might be interested.
While Hans was busy, I took Kristofer on a tour of the estate and showed him where each of the principal rooms were, which areas were out of bounds and, of course, showed him the punishment room.
In the punishment room, with the assistance of Klaus who looked after the computer controls, and another of our friends, Friedrich, who handled the engineering, Hans had a modified punishment machine similar to that which Kristofer had visited earlier in the day. The major differences between the official machine and our private one was that the machine was far more versatile and could manipulate the body of its victim into almost position and height. The machine could even rotate so that the exposed part of the occupant was just as easily his front as his rear.
I explained the intricacies of the machine to Kristofer and directed him to remove his shorts and mount the machine. Kristofer made no move to obey my direction.
"Listen son," I said menacingly, "you have been warned about the consequences of disobedience and if you don't want another caning today I suggest you get yourself up there, now!"
Frightened, Kristofer dropped his shorts and climbed into position while I took up the remote control.
As soon an the lad had his feet and arm in position, I hit the display which immediately fastened his feet and wrists firmly. He was locked in a standing position which gave me a clear view of his severely bruised backside. The guard had done an admirable job with the cane and strap and I walked over to the restrained boy and ran my hands gently over his swollen backside. A sharp intake of breath indicated just how sensitive Kristofer was to both the pain and the intimacy.
Walking around the machine, I gently took hold of Kristofer's genitals and massaged him to a semi erect state.
"Please don't, Sir," he pleaded, unable to stop my manipulation nor control his response.
I smiled at him for he had obviously picked up from the rules how we was to address Hans and I and I gently ran my hands over his hairless chest.
"Kristofer," I said, "you are mine now, so just accept that fact and you will find it easier to manage." I then kissed the youth, working my tongue into a reluctant mouth. As I did so I let my hands reach around the lad and took a gentle hold of his buttocks and slowly ran one finger into his crevice and over the hole that I fully intended to enter in due course.
"Please, don't," whimpered the boy and I removed my hand and gave him a swat on his backside at which he let out a cry.
"That's for forgetting to address me properly," I said as I tapped the remote control and released him.
I was conscious of the time and the duties to which Kristofer had to attend. Kristofer looked at me uncertainly, I think having assumed that my attention to his body was going to be more thorough.
I smiled. "Come on, its approaching dinner time and you have things to do" I said.
I escorted a somewhat relieved boy over to his room and checked to make sure that the cleansing tablets were in his bathroom and that proper clothes had been provided. I told him that I would come for him in just over an hour and take him to the dining room and introduce him to the other prisoners in our care with whom he would be working.
Klaus, our neighbour, arrived promptly at 1900hrs and was clearly in an expectant mood. Klaus gave Hans a hug and then came over and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. He and I were remarkably similar in stature and features, fairly tall and with a thick mop of fair hair, clean shaven and well developed from regular exercise. There the similarities ended. In bed, Klaus would not show any of the versatility that I would and he also had a sadistic streak that occasionally surfaced. I liked Klaus immensely, as did Hans, but I would never want to be on the wrong side of him.
We went into the sitting room and had drinks and just before 1930hrs I went to Kristofer's room to collect him.
Our detainees had no privacy to speak of and I walked through where a door might generally stand to find Kristofer sitting somewhat awkwardly on his bed.
"You can't expect me to wear these," he said indicating the see-through shorts and small top that he was wearing.
I looked at him sternly and then he added "Sir" to his previous statement.
"Kristofer," I said firmly, "that is the second time you have forgotten to address me correctly. I appreciate you are new here but if you forget just once more, I shall cane you severely. As for your clothes, that is what you are to wear, so get used to it. Now come with me to dinner."
Meekly Kristofer accompanied me to the sitting room where he was introduced to Klaus. Licking his lips, Klaus accepted the slight bow that Kristofer made and then circled the boy admiring his features and noting his swollen backside.
"Yours or Jamie's?" asked Klaus, addressing Hans.
Hans laughed: "He's is Jamie's charge, at least for the most part," Hans replied. "But I would expect that we will share, as we do all things," he added with a laugh.
Kristofer blushed for he now knew what was his fate and was embarrassed having it so clearly articulated.
Hans and Klaus led the way into the dining room where only three of the other detainees were waiting, dressed identically to Kristofer. They bowed as we entered and Hans enquired as to the whereabouts of the young Russian boy, Marat, who should have been there.
The most senior of the boys, Jean, a dark hair and pretty French lad was responsible for what happened on our estate while Hans and I were at work.
"Sir," he said respectfully, "Marat had a fight this afternoon with Robert and has been told to rest, Sir".
"Who started it? Asked Hans impassively.
"Sir, Robert did," replied Jean.
"Thank you Jean," said Hans impassively. "You are responsible overall and will receive six strokes after dinner. Robert, you will get twelve. When Marat is better he shall receive eight. Now, enough of this unpleasantness, let me introduce our new prisoner, Kristofer, who has been punished today and has been assigned here for the next two years."
Each of the boys moved forward and shook hands with Kristofer and then went about their duties of serving dinner. They ate with us but were not allowed to speak.
After the first course and some idle chit chat, Hans produced the computer display and passed it to Klaus who opened it expectantly.
"He is the number highlighted," said Hans to Klaus. "He is a juvenile but a third time offender so he falls within our jurisdiction. The scan is not very good but he seems young, fairly cute, innocent and I thought you might like him assigned to you."
Klaus was almost drooling as he scrolled through the file. "This is most considerate," he said. "How can I ever thank you?"
"My friend," Hans relied, "there is no need to thank us although you might be able to help us in sorting out that brat that lives down the street in due course".
Klaus and I knew precisely to whom Hans was referring. A boy named Nathaniel Bergman, perhaps just sixteen, lived about a kilometre from our house and was being brought up by parents who had no time for the liberal laws that allowed same _s_e_x_ marriages and accepted, without reservation, homo_s_e_x_ual activity. Nathaniel, or Nat as he was commonly called, had a very annoying habit of making rude and unacceptable remarks about Hans and I as he passed our property on weekends when we spent much of our time in the gardens. I knew that he did the same to Klaus and it was apparent that all three of us were fed up with the kid's antics.
Nothing further was said at dinner that night but I know that Hans was going to have Klaus organise for young Nat to be arrested and that, probably between the two of them, they were, as the slang of Prison Camps would have it, going to "turn the kid out". The thought of seeing, or even participating in, the deflowering of this obnoxious youth in due course caused me great excitement for I loathed the arrogance of the lad and was greatly annoyed by his intolerance and prejudices. I had no problem with the thought of teaching him a lesson.
After dinner, we took coffee in the sitting room and Hans directed the two prisoners to go and wait for us in the Punishment Room. Sergio, the only one not to be punished, together with Kristofer, remained with us.
I called Kristofer over to sit beside me and casually started playing with his privates. He was blushing furiously at this public humiliation but, from my perspective, it was important that he quickly understood just how subservient he had to be. Slowly, as Hans and Klaus continued discussing the boy Wilhelm, who we would deliver to Klaus the following day, Kristofer started to respond to my ministrations despite his natural inclinations. Slowly his organ became semi-erect and, to show my appreciation, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He did not shy away from the kiss which was a good sign.
Hans invited Klaus to observe the punishments that he had ordered for Robert and Jean and the five of us proceeded to the Punishment Room where we found two anxious and naked young men waiting for us.
Nonchalantly, Hans ordered Jean to get into the machine and then used the remote to secure the young man and place him in the desired position of maximum vulnerability. I went to the wall from which hung all manner of disciplinary tools and took down a heavy strap and gave it to Hans.
Klaus, Kristofer, Robert, Sergio and I stepped back as Hans took up his position and delivered six very severe blows to Jean's backside. While few in number, the strokes were extremely fierce and Jean, who was not unused to punishments, could not contain his pain and gave forth a whimper at the fifth and sixth strokes.
"Alright Jean," said Hans as he stepped away from the young man, "perhaps you will pay closer attention in future and make sure fighting does not occur. If necessary, call for assistance."
With that, Hans released Jean who immediately clutched at his painful backside and moved away from the machine. Despite the pain, Jean was more than a little aroused as a result of the punishment and Klaus took advantage of the situation by beckoning Jean to him and started fondling his swelling member. Although Kristofer was clearly disconcerted by this open display of _s_e_x_ual intimacy on the part of our guest, no one else took the slightest notice.
"Robert," said Hans and the instigator of the fight moved into the machine and watched as Hans went to the wall and exchanged the strap for a heavy cane.
"Now son," said Hans as he manipulated the remote and secured Robert in an almost vertical position with the centre bar just pushing his midriff out to place his buttocks in a more vulnerable and prominent position, "you know the rules about any sort of trouble and I hope you will learn your lesson this time. If there is a repeat performance I can promise you no less that twenty strokes of the cane and then a trip to the Prison Camp."
With that, Hans positioned himself and let the cane do the talking.
Robert wailed in pain after just four strokes for caning in this position was even more painful than when bent over because the buttocks are not a taught and the cane sinks further into the flesh. Hans continued the punishment but succeeded in avoiding tearing the skin and a sobbing and very repentant Robert hobbled away from the machine after being released at the end of the twelfth stroke.
Looking at Klaus who was stroking Jean's erection gently, Hans indicated that it was time for everyone to retire for the evening and invited Klaus to take Jean with him if he would like.
Klaus was overwhelmed by the offer and readily accepted, to Jean's horror. This was an extraordinary initiative of Hans' part but I knew that he was simply ensuring that Klaus was wholly on board when the time came to organise a suitable treatment for the obnoxious kid, Nat, who lived down the road.
I escorted Kristofer to his room and suggested that he study the rules carefully, advising him that from the following day there would be no excuses and that discipline would be swift and harsh should he break any of the rules.
I then retired to Hans and my bedroom.
Hans had seen Klaus out and was finishing his shower when I arrived and I stripped and went into the bathroom to shower. Hans finished drying himself and returned to the bedroom and I soon followed suit.
Hans was lying on the bed, naked as usual and I went to him and kissed him and then went to my side of the bed.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" asked Hans quietly.
I was so looking forward to our nightly love making that I had completely forgotten my inattentiveness to work during the afternoon, but Hans had not. I looked at Hans and he returned my stare and so, resigned to the fact that he fully intended to punish me in accordance with our private rules, I went to the cupboard and opened it. I looked at Hans enquiringly.
"The cane!" was all he said and I selected one of the canes that were on the upper shelf and took it too him. In accordance with our well established ritual, I then went to the foot of our king sized bed and stood a little more that a metre from it with my legs spread well apart. I then stretched out my arms and reached forward until my hands were on the end of the bed. I looked at Hans who was applying lubricant to himself and watched as he slowly wiped his hands and then picked up the cane and rose off our bed.
Hans came to me and kissed my back and buttocks and then moved away.
"Eight,' he said firmly and placed the whippy cane across my backside.
For a moment he paused and then swiftly drew back the cane and brought it slashing across my buttocks. I took a deep breath as the pain flared and waited for the second. Methodically, Hans applied seven more strokes across my butt and each caused me to let out a soft cry as the pain registered. The last two strokes were low down and caught me by surprise and I let out a yelp.
After the final stroke, Hans threw the cane on the floor and with one savage thrust entered me. While the lubricant eased his entry, the suddenness and speed of the assault caused considerable pain which was made worse as he completed the entry and his upper thighs and groin slammed against my tenderised cheeks. I collapsed on the bed, grunting from the pain and force of the assault and Hans proceeded to pound in and out for several minutes.
Hans was not selfish in his love-making and drew me back onto my feet so that he could attend to my own now raging erection and he gradually increased his tempo at my rear and at my front to ensure that, after about twenty minutes, we both achieved our climaxes together. As in all such encounters, the end point was astonishingly powerful and quite wonderful. We collapsed on the bed together, Hans on top of me panting and kissing my neck.
After some minutes of recovery, Hans drew away and went and had a quick shower and I joined him. Together we cleaned each other and kissed deeply and soon had the evidence that another round of love was going to follow. Quickly we dried and Hans took me in his arms and we made gentle love together a second time.