Chapter 4: Kristofer, Rupert and Wilhelm enter their new worlds
The following morning I awoke nestled against Hans' back and, reluctantly, eased myself out of our bed. My rear was sore and purple stripes rose prominently over the skin in testament to Hans' effectiveness, but there was warmth in my heart at the reaffirmation of the bond between Hans and me.
When I had showered and dressed, I woke Hans and then went to the kitchen where all of our prisoners were having breakfast. They stood as I entered and then Sergio moved to get my breakfast. Jean, who had apparently only just returned from Klaus' house, looked somewhat distressed.
I moved to Kristofer's side and cupped his buttocks in my hands which still were considerably marked from his punishment and I kissed him firmly on his mouth to confirm my possession of him. He did not recoil which was a good sign but he did not look happy either.
I called Jean out of the room and asked him whether he was alright.
"Yes Sir," he said hesitantly.
"I take it you didn't enjoy Klaus' attentions?" I asked knowing full well the answer.
"Sir, may I speak freely?" the young man asked.
"Yes Jean, of course. Now tell me what is wrong" I replied.
"Sir, you know that I rather enjoy it when you or your partner takes me to bed," he said quite openly. "Both of you are, well, rather large and I have come to learn how to cope with that but Mr Klaus, well, Sir, he is just too big. He is like a _d_a_m_n_ed horse."
I laughed at this description.
"Jean," I said gently, "I know he likes to be rough and yes, a horse I believe to be a good analogy. Are you actually hurt or bleeding?"
"No Sir," he said. "Mr Klaus was very rough but there is no permanent damage, I have checked."
"Okay, well that's fine," I said. "If you are sure that you are not damaged then let's have breakfast." I kissed Jean in sympathy and added: "Jean, just remember, Klaus might be rough but that is nothing compared with what you would experience in Prison Camp so be thankful you just have one horse to deal with."
As I patted him on the back and led him back into the kitchen he said: "Yes Sir, I understand and thank you for your concern".
Back in the kitchen I sat down and looked at Marat who was sporting a rather unappealing black eye.
"Marat, I assume your companions have told you that you are to be punished for fighting?" I asked quite dispassionately.
"Yes, Sir," he replied and added, "I'm sorry Sir".
I nodded my acknowledgement of the apology and then started to give instructions as to what had to be accomplished by the lads during the day.
"I noticed when we got home yesterday afternoon," I began, "that the lawns have yet to be cut, that the leaves on the driveway have yet to be cleared and that this house needs a thorough cleaning. Jean, you are responsible for making sure that things are kept in order and I expect you to make sure that is done.
"Now let's be clear about this. Everything that is on your lists for yesterday had better be completed by the time Hans and I return this evening or you will all be visiting the Punishment Room tonight. There is one additional item on your lists for today and that is for Sergio and Kristofer to get all the laundry done since I noticed that it is piling up."
Jean let out a slight groan because he knew that it would be almost impossible for all these tasks to be completed within the day and therefore made the prospect of punishment greater. I smiled at his concern as Hans entered and the boys again stood.
"Morning Hans," said as he came over and kissed me. "I have just been telling our prisoners to get moving and to get this place in order or there will be hell to pay."
"Good," said Hans as he sat down and Sergio put his breakfast on the table.
As I finished my meal and prepared to leave, I looked at Kristofer and then at Jean and contemplated Kristofer's obvious vulnerability once Hans and I had left for work. For some years, Jean had been brought up in a reformatory where new arrivals were routinely subjected to beatings and other forms of assault and he considered that this was an accepted practice. When Marat had first arrived as a prisoner, Hans had arrived home to find the lad naked and bound in the punishment room with his buttocks lacerated by a caning that had been brutal in the extreme. Jean, who was punished for inflicting the beating, had expressed surprise at Hans' anger and more or less protested that this was how every new prisoner should be treated. No such fate was to befall Kristofer.
"Jean," I instructed, "make sure Kristofer knows what to do and, all of you, remember that no one approaches Kristofer without my permission. If any of you so much as touch him you will get a flogging that you will never forget and find yourself in Prison Camp so fast you won't know what hit you. If you think I'm joking, just try me. I'll make sure you'll have so many new friends in Prison that you will spend the rest of your sentences with your butt in the air!"
Any lustful thoughts any of the prisoners might have had quickly flew out the window at that point and, satisfied, I wen and got ready to leave for work.
Hans and I arrived at our offices to find that the teenage Wilhelm had already been placed in the interview room by one of our assistants. Hans and I checked our computers to ensure that there were no urgent matters requiring our immediate attention and then went in to see the blond teen.
Wilhelm stood as we entered. He was far more pleasing to the eye than his computer scan showed. My attention was drawn to his pronounced backside which was evidently firm and muscled and just ripe for a severe flogging.
Hans ordered him to strip down to his underwear and then to sit down.
He did so and then proceeded to glare defiantly at Hans. This was utter foolishness on the prisoner's part for Hans does not appreciate defiance at the best of times and is truly riled by it first thing in the morning. Hans returned the glare and then scanned his computer display.
The boy was a repeat offender who had been subjected to mild discipline in the past because of his tender age but a detailed examination of his file revealed that he had achieved a position of power and supremacy amongst his erstwhile fellow offenders and had been aggressive and dominant in their company. I could see in Hans' face a steely determination to take this lad down a peg or two and, I suspected, in the most severe manner.
"Wilhelm," Hans explained, "as you will know this is your third arrest and you now fall into the adult classification. There will be no more comfy detention for you. This is the big time and you will be treated accordingly."
Wilhelm continued to glare at Hans as Hans explained that the teen was to be placed under "special supervision", by which he meant that the boy was going to be given to the merciless Klaus as had been promised the previous night. I got a little aroused at the mental image that sprung to my mind of Wilhelm's shock when he found out what he had to contend with when he first saw the appendage that Klaus had swinging between his legs. Klaus would take the wind out of the boy's sails.
Hans explained to the increasing ashen-faced lad the process which would follow:
"You will be taken to court as soon as convenient to us and there you will be sentenced. You will then be taken to the cells and be stripped naked and then, depending on the sentence, your backside will be striped by the cane or the strap before you are sent off to prison. If your sentence is appropriately severe, you will be punished further once you get to wherever you are sent for imprisonment."
Wilhelm tried to look nonchalant but his face betrayed his fear and his hands, which had surreptitiously moved to his backside as if for subconscious protection, evidenced his understanding of the pain that he was to endure.
As Hans continued to explain the process I noticed that he was inserting some additional information into the computer as he did so. I glanced at mine and read what Hans was adding to Wilhelm's record by way of assessment. I looked at Wilhelm and shook my head in sympathy as I read:
"Prisoner is incorrigible and displays no respect for authority. While noting the Truth in Sentencing Commission's data on the average punishment for this category of offences, this prisoner warrants a greater degree of discipline (possibly semi-public) in order to break a clear pattern of recalcitrance."
Reading this, I knew that any of the judges would read into Han's recommendation precisely what Hans had in mind and would act accordingly.
In order to make Wilhelm's destiny even more certain, Hans called one of the attendant guards and ordered that Wilhelm be shackled for his appearance in court and, with that, we left the room while Wilhelm dressed and was prepared for judgement.
On our files were a number of cases that required attention and slowly and carefully Hans and I reviewed them and disposed of them. Only one case caused us to pause and that concerned a 25 year old man who had been arrested for inciting a crowd of unemployed youths to violence during a demonstration for better unemployment benefits. We both read the file carefully for such incidents were rare and needed to be "nipped in the bud" before they became an acceptable form of behaviour.
"File No. 6485571 Subject: Damien Ryan Arrested: 10.5.40 Age : 25.3 years Height: 175cm Weight: 81kg Residence: State Housing Unit Sus_s_e_x_ 181, Apt 155 _s_e_x_uality: Hetero_s_e_x_ual Offences: Incitement of unemployed to rioting and violence in protest against unemployment benefit levels resulting in damage to property Resisting arrest Assault (police officer – female) causing actual bodily harm Previous: Numerous – see attached
The computer displayed a man with stylish black hair and a fair complexion and deep blue eyes. I scrolled through the pages of his file and found that he was a lawyer by training and well educated from a middle class family in England. On subsequent scans there were pictures of Damien dressed in both formal and casual clothes who seemed to have been under surveillance for some time and was completely unaware that he was being watched.
"Hans," I said, "this guy's a bleeding heart liberal who is well off and wants to have a cause".
Hans laughed. "Well he's going to have a cause now," he said mockingly, "saving his own butt. Do you want to take the lead on this one? He seems your type."
I looked at Hans and then at the scans before me and knew precisely what Hans meant. I had little time for agitators who protested on behalf of people with whom they had nothing in common and who they did not really know. Yes, this was one case that I was more than happy to look after.
"Okay, I'll get him up, but I will need your help in deciding what we should recommend," I said and then activated my communicator and asked that the prisoner be brought up later in the day.
I then went down to the detention cells to make arrangements for the trial of Rupert and his new husband, Thierry. In their cell I found Rupert curled up in a ball, naked and with a very swollen backside and hole on display and a metal chain around his neck while Thierry sat quietly by him holding the chain. I summoned the guard and asked him about the chain.
"Well Sir," he said "we thought that since the kid was basically the man's property he might as well look like it." As I frowned, concerned at the situation, the guard added: "He can't possibly hurt himself with the chain for it is of fixed length and, anyway, as soon as he gets to Prison Camp they would allow him to be chained anyway."
Things had obviously changed since my sole visit to a Prison Camp and I made a mental note to make the effort to revisit to see precisely the conditions into which we were now sending our charges.
I approached the cell in which the two were being held.
"How was he, Thierry?" I asked mockingly.
"Tight" explained the hulk of a man with a smirk on his face and a hand rubbing his groin. "After a couple more days he'll get used to it and then will make a fine lover but just right now he's doing it tough."
Seeing that Rupert was in no condition to talk, I told the guard to send them off to Court and then to ensure that they were sent to the Prison Camp at Falkenfels which was the nearest to our city. I also asked the guard to arrange for me to visit the Camp at the end of the week on the day when Thierry and Rupert would arrive there.
I left the detention area and returned to find that Klaus had arrived to see Hans and they were huddled together, most probably discussing our neighbourhood lout, Nathaniel Bergman. I said nothing and went about my work until late morning when I was advised that Klaus' new prisoner, Wilhelm, was prepared and ready for his court appearance. I informed Hans and Klaus and they accompanied me to the court where Wilhelm was already waiting, shackled and less arrogant than just a few hours before.
Hans took care of the case and spoke privately with the judge regarding Wilhelm's inevitable imprisonment before taking his place beside the prisoner for sentencing.
The judge scrolled through the computer file and glanced up briefly at Hans when he got to the note that Hans had added. Quickly the judge scanned the rest of the information and then started entering his decision into the computer system.
"Wilhelm van Weyl" said the judge, looking briefly at our young prisoner, "you are a habitual offender and should now be dealt with severely since this might be your last chance at rehabilitation. You have been arrested and charged on three counts and two of these relate to so-called recreational drugs for which you have been punished in the past. Your Case Officer considers you to be recalcitrant and I agree.
"Accordingly, you are sentenced on each of the two drug-related counts to 12 strokes and on the resisting arrest charge you will receive the maximum of twelve strokes. Further, you are hereby sentenced to five years of strict detention in a private facility selected by your Case Officer. I am providing instructions for your supervisor for the next five years to be extremely vigilant and to use corporal punishment to the full extent necessary to ensure that you learn your lesson this time. As I said before, this might well be your last chance at rehabilitation."
Hans turned Wilhelm over to an escort who would see to his transportation back to the cells and his preparation for his heavy punishment. Wilhelm's body language suggested that he had been stunned by the severity of the sentence.
Hans returned to where Klaus and I waited and was flushed with success.
"There you go Klaus," he said, "one prisoner all wrapped up and soon to be delivered".
Thinking back to my discussion with Jean earlier at breakfast I decided that I had to say something.
"Klaus, Hans," I said, "this kid is only fifteen, nearly sixteen. A good beating will be no more than he deserves but, Klaus, I would request that you be gentle with him when you break him in. I know that you like to play rough and I respect that. Hans and I play rough from time to time also. But this kid really could be seriously damaged if you are too violent. After all, you do have him for five years so you wouldn't want him crippled from the outset."
"Jamie," said Klaus gently as he put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "I know what you are saying and I was discussing this very matter with Hans last night as I was leaving your house. I am going to let your prisoners break Wilhelm in before I have him. Like you, I don't want him seriously damaged and, Jamie, thank you for your concern. However, I noted what the judge said about disciplining the lad and I intend to observe that direction to the full. The kid won't be sitting down comfortably until he loses that supercilious attitude, of that you may be assured."
"Thank you Klaus," I replied with a sense of relief that Klaus would not treat the lad as brutally as might have been expected, "I don't know how to thank you".
"With Hans' agreement," said Klaus ominously as he patted my backside, "I think I can imagine a way that you can thank me".
Astonished, I looked a Hans for help.
"Next time you really _f_u_c_k_ up Jamie my love," said Hans, stroking my face, "I might just be lenient with the cane and substitute an extra few inches up your butt instead. I think that would be an appropriate form of punishment."
Hans had done this only once before in our relationship and then it was a reciprocal arrangement.
"Hans," I said firmly, "I would accept that only on the proviso that the deal cuts both ways. The next time you deserve a severe caning, I get the right to bring Klaus into the settlement. Agreed?"
Hans, who had a very tight arse which never seemed to gain flexibility despite our having _s_e_x_ every night, took pause. Finally, he leaned over and kissed me and said: "Alright, it's a deal but only once. This should not become a habit. Sorry Klaus, but that donkey dick of yours only gets one outing with each of us."
Klaus smiled. "Fine by me. I'll look forward to it. Hope you both _f_u_c_k_ up big time soon. I can hardly wait."
Having struck this perverse deal in order to ensure that Wilhelm got a degree of consideration for his youth, we went to have lunch throughout which I started to have serious misgivings about the deal that had been sealed. I was not at all sure that it was going to be worth the pain.
After lunch, we three went to the detention cells where a very anxious Wilhelm was awaiting his punishment. The boy was quite beautiful as he sat in his cell, his skin glistening from the slight film of nervous sweat which covered him. I glanced at Klaus, or more particularly his crotch, and noticed that his huge organ was already coming alive and I wondered idly how he was going to behave as he witnessed his first punishment session with such a beautiful creature in the machine.
A guard took Wilhelm from his cell down to see the medical orderly while other guards released most of the other prisoners in the detention cells, shackled them, and took them to the Punishment Room where they, all the guards and our small band of friends would bear witness to Wilhelm's judicial beating.
Hans, Klaus and I went to the orderly's room and arrived just as he was concluding his examination of the newly shaved boy. We saw immediately why Wilhelm was blushing for the orderly had not only made sure that Wilhelm's arse was hair-free but had taken the liberty of removing the small amount of pubic hair the boy had once sported.
"Sir," said the orderly to Hans, "this boy has been sentenced to thirty six strokes. He is too small to take that many with the prison strap I'm afraid, and I will be forced to stop the punishment before it is completed. I am sorry, but that is my duty."
"Officer," said Hans politely, "this boy must be dealt with in one session, so I suggest that you have the guard use the cane first and then use the strap on one cheek at a time. I am sure that this will have the desired effect on the boy and meet the court's requirements."
The orderly and Hans left the room to talk to the guard who was to administer the punishment, When they returned Wilhelm was led into the rather crowded room in which he was ogled by about thirty pairs of eyes as he was placed in the machine and it was adjusted to the right position.
Wilhelm was panting before the guard with the cane and strap arrived and he struggled against his bonds when he was the burly official arrive and the instruments he was carrying. Wilhelm's efforts were in vain and only served to make the atmosphere more charged with expectation than it already was.
I noticed that the guard was the same one who had administered Kristofer's chastisement the previous day and recalled, with a degree of relief, the accuracy and skill he had displayed and knew that Wilhelm was in good hands.
The guard read out Wilhelm's sentence of thirty six strokes and declared that the first half were to be delivered with the cane and the balance with the strap. Wilhelm shook noticeably within his tight constraints as he heard the dreaded words.
The guard then proceeded to go to his victim and slowly adjusted the machine so that Wilhelm's legs were spread as widely as possible and his back lowered a little further so that his buttocks were nicely spread and thus presenting as much firm flesh as possible to the instruments of discipline.
I could empathise with the fear that Wilhelm's was feeling for on many occasions at school I had been chastised in such a manner.
At my school, immediately after corporal punishment has been reintroduced a decade ago, Masters had exhibited the pent-up frustration of decades of increasingly undisciplined behaviour by minors and had over-reacted once society's frustration with juvenile crime had exploded in a massive groundswell of calls for the situation to be addressed. In response, the Parliament of Europe had swung to the extreme and had introduced not only the right to corporally punish offenders but had made it mandatory in many cases. Moreover, the Parliament had sought to assuage the electorate's anger by providing only minimal guidelines or regulations and those in authority had made the moist of the opportunity. In my school it was not uncommon therefore to find oneself held down, naked, over a table or chair for a thrashing and for great attention being given to ensuring that one's backside was exposed as much as possible – in much the same manner as Wilhelm had now been positioned. The effect was to allow the cane or strap to visit the most tender flesh within the crevice of the target, thus exacerbating the efficacy of the strokes. An expert could make the most of such a target and I knew that the guard before us was quite capable of making Wilhelm's agony as intense as possible.
As with Kristofer's punishment, the guard applied the cane slowly and with unerring accuracy and each stroke cut deeply into the vulnerable flesh, depressing it before resurfacing to leave a wicked stripe behind. Wilhelm, having a slightly smaller backside than Kristofer, had to endure the cane revisiting more already chastised areas than had Kristofer and had to take more strokes on his thighs. The guard administering the punishment was a marvel at making sure that the skin on Wilhelm's buttocks was not split open but did not compromise on the effectiveness of each blow. He went about his task from both sides with total disregard to Wilhelm's fearful cries and shrieks of agony.
As with all punishments, Wilhelm was permitted a sip of cold water part way through his ordeal and as he did so I glanced about. Many in the room found the sight before them more than a little erotic and Klaus' organ was prominent down the inside of his left leg and left almost nothing to the imagination. I was aroused as was Hans but not to the same extent as Klaus or others.
The strap, when it was duly applied sought out only one of Wilhelm's nether cheeks at a time and the guard alternated quite often from standing on one side of his victim and then the other. Wilhelm's shrieks became even worse as the strap pulled the cheeks apart and sometimes reached in and struck the portal nestled within.
Stroke after stroke flashed through the air and landed with a horrendous 'crack' and each was followed by a wail from the boy but as the punishment proceeded towards its conclusion, Wilhelm's lungs gave out and the teen was reduced to pitiful sobbing as tears cascaded onto the floor. For the final few strokes I looked at the puddle of water on the floor and noticed, to my great surprise, that Wilhelm had been brought to orgasm during the initial stages of his punishment as the floor clearly revealed.
Ejaculations during punishments are not uncommon but in Wilhelm's case I had expected the youth to be so frightened that those particular senses would not have been at all active.
When the punishment was finished, the room was cleared of most of its occupants and Wilhelm was released. Klaus went to the weeping boy and, surprisingly, comforted him while the medical orderly checked to ensure that his wounded backside required no special attention. Together the orderly and Klaus rubbed ointment into Wilhelm's buttocks to assist in their recovery and I could not help but notice from where I stood the widening patch of wetness seeping through Klaus' trousers, which did not surprise me given his evident excitement during the punishment. What shocked me was that the patch of moisture was only just above Klaus' lower thigh.
By the time we had said our farewell to Klaus, the day was well advanced. Moreover, the mixture of eroticism and anxiety had put Hans and my nerves on end and we needed some relief. When we got to our office, I locked the door and went to Hans and put my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Hans responded and we were soon lustily engaged in heavy petting and kissing.
Our activities soon got out of hand and I slipped Hans' trouser down, opened my own and, before long, had Hans on his back on his desk was entering Hans' arse to expend my pent-up emotions. With a cry of pain as I entered, Hans reached up and pulled my head down and thrust his tongue down my throat and all too quickly we both reached a powerful and rather messy climax.
When we disengaged, both of us felt that we had allowed ourselves to get carried away and almost guiltily set about restoring our clothes and our dignity. I was particularly shocked at my impetuousness while Hans was more accepting of what had happen.
"Jamie," he said gently, "thanks for that. I just love it when you are spontaneous like that. Mind you, it hurts like hell."
"Hans," I replied, "I didn't mean to get carried away but I enjoyed it too and I'm sorry that I was a bit rough". I guess we should get back to work."
Hans chuckled.
"I think I'll have to wear a coat for a while," he said laughing. "I can't go interviewing prisoners with cum all over my shirt."
I looked at Hans' problem and burst out into laughter myself. He had quite a problem to cover up.
Together we went through additional files interrupted only by the occasional kiss and late in the afternoon found that our final interviewee was awaiting us in the interview room.
We entered to find the middle class lawyer, Damien Ryan, waiting for us, shackled at the hands, waist and feet. I immediately had the guard remove the shackles and had Damien strip to his underwear and then sat him down to observe him.
Damien was self assured, possibly because he was slightly older than Hans and I and he had a typical middle class young professional who thought that he could find a way out of any trouble. This confidence irritated me and I ordered to him remove his underwear as well, just to impress upon him how truly vulnerable he was. Hans smiled and walked behind Damien so that he was more intimidated while I scrolled through the computer display. When the tension reached the right level I directed the young man to stand.
Embarrassed and not now quite as self assured, Damien stood and covered his genitals with his hands. Hans slapped him on the backside and told him to stand at attention which Damien did reluctantly. Hans ordered Damien to stand well away from the desk.
I got out of my chair and walked around the man admiring the fairly nicely defined chest which was covered by a few random hairs, his flat stomach and firm round backside. Between his legs the hung a somewhat shrilled piece of meat which promised a reasonable length and girth in more favourable circumstances.
I drew my chair into the room and ordered Damien to stand with his legs apart and his hands behind his back. I then commenced the interview.
"Damien," I said, "my name is Jamie and this is Hans and we are going to decide what should become of you. Now I want you to answer a few questions and then we will make our decision and recommendation to the court. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir" he said without any emotion.
"You know the charges and I assume you are going to plead guilty?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir" he said, not displaying any feelings.
"You realise that you are in very serious trouble, I assume?" I asked patiently.
"Well," he said defensively, "it's not that much of an issue, surely."
"Listen Damien," I said with as much venom as I could without losing my temper, "there is no easy way out of this one. Inciting people is one thing but causing harm to a policewoman is quite another matter. You are going to be locked away for a long time and have a public flogging to boot."
"No, you can't," he said, ashen faced as the new sank in. "I didn't cause that woman to be hurt. All I was doing was trying to help people get a fair deal."
"Sorry Damien, that won't cut it," I replied. "No, this is the big time and I am sure the judge will show no mercy in your case. Incidents such as this always get dealt with severely to show the public that the law means what it says and that the courts mean business. You are going to have your butt well and truly beaten, probably in public and then you are going the be locked away in prison for quite some time."
"_f_u_c_k_!" he exclaimed as he started to panic.
I looked at Hans who nodded and went into our well rehearsed routine. I didn't know precisely what Hans had in mind but I knew it was going to be pleasant.
"Damien," said Hans to the now startled young man. "You are going to Prison Camp and a nice young man like you is going to be much in demand, if you know what I mean."
Damien looked as if he was going to faint but stood his ground as his mind raced.
"Please, for _f_u_c_k_s sake, can't you do something?" he pleaded. "I'll never stand a chance in Prison, you know that."
"Well, if you are really co-operative," said Hans menacingly, "I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now I'll have you taken back to your cell so that you can think about what you have been told. You'll be sentenced tomorrow."
As the guards were called and Damien dressed and was shackled, I looked at Hans.
"You're not going to rape him, I trust," I said to Hans in a firm manner as soon as we were alone.
"No, of course not, my love," he replied, "I'll leave that to others, you know that."
"Well what was all that about?" I asked referring to the interview and Hans' allusion of some sort of deal.
"The little _s_h_i_t_ was a bit too _c_o_c_k_y for my liking so I thought I would get his hopes up," said Hans with an evil edge to his voice that I normally associated with very unpleasant outcomes. "No, when you go to inspect the Prison Camp at Falkenfels I am going to come with you and we are going to find just the right cellblock to put our arrogant liberal rabbit in."
I knew then what Hans had in mind and I shuddered at the thought of Damien being pack raped and then spending most of his time at Falkenfels servicing the lusts of his fellow inmates.