Helmut and I offer our apologies to those who view this story as being too focussed on _s_e_x_ual matters - that is our mood at the moment - sorry.
Chapter 5: Wilhelm is delivered to Klaus, Kristofer loses his innocence while Rupert and Thierry are judged
Having had a full day, Hans and I decided to leave the office and had Wilhelm brought to us. Hans called Klaus and asked him to dinner to receive his new prisoner.
Wilhelm was frightened and in considerable pain when he arrived and I think was a little surprised when I advised him that he would be coming home with Hans and I.
When we arrived home we treated Wilhelm gently, allowing him to wallow in his pain and uncertainty. Hans told him that Klaus would be joining us for dinner and then would be taking the lad to his new place of detention where he would, as the judge had indicated, be subject to very close scrutiny and discipline.
By the time all out prisoners were present for dinner, Hans and I had inspected the work they had completed during the day and were not surprised that some matters remained unattended. When the boys arrived in the dining room, Hans, Wilhelm, Klaus and I were in the sitting room having a drink and we could hear feint mutterings which suggested that blame for work unfinished was being apportioned among them. Hans and I smiled at the knowledge.
Klaus, for his part, was preparing Wilhelm for his new life by placing a prison style collar around the boy's neck to which he could readily attach a chain if necessary. Klaus then had Wilhelm disrobe completely and took his time inspecting the damaged rear of the youngster whilst Wilhelm blushed at his nakedness. As dinner time approached, Klaus gave Wilhelm a flimsy loin cloth to wear and fondled the lad to an unwilling erection.
It was thus that our party entered the dining room where our own prisoners awaited. Wilhelm looked no more comfortable when he noticed the near nudity of our own prisoners perhaps because of the erection that he displayed. He was introduced to our prisoners and then sat down gingerly next to Klaus as ordered while dinner was served.
"Well," I asked, looking at Jean, "why are there matters that have not been completed?"
"Sir, I am sorry," said Jean hesitantly as he tried to judge my mood, "we tried to do everything but we simply ran out of time."
"I understand, Jean," said I, slightly bemused as a wave of relief swept over his face and those of his companions. "But what did I say would be the consequences of failure?" I asked.
Suddenly the brief moment of relief disappeared for our prisoners and they tensed noticeably.
"Sir," said Jean politely, "you said we would be punished".
"And so you shall," I retorted. "Not only that, but I am going to add today's uncompleted tasks to tomorrow's full day and you shall be punished each day until you catch up. You boys are getting lazy. You have one more set of hands with Kristofer joining us and yet you still cannot complete your allotted tasks."
"I'm sorry, Sir," said Jean.
"You will be sorrier after dinner," I replied tersely.
Klaus, Hans and I spent the balance of the meal in small talk. Occasionally Klaus would let his hand wander into Wilhelm's lap and Hans and I smiled as he teased the boy. When, towards the end of the dinner, Klaus took Wilhelm's hand and placed it in his own lap, Wilhelm recoiled in horror at what he could feel and looked pathetically to Hans and then me for protection. We ignored him as he sat there, head bowed, sobbing quietly.
Audibly, Klaus leaned over towards his charge and said gently: "No not yet boy, you will have to work up to that. I don't intend to tear you apart."
Wilhelm tried to stifle his sobbing with limited success as we arose from the dinner table.
As Hans was about to send the five boys to the Punishment Room to await our arrival I interrupted and called to Jean.
"Jean," I asked, "did Kristofer put in a full day's work?"
"Yes Sir," Jean replied.
"Thank you, Jean," I said. "Kristofer, since your backside is still recovering from a severe beating, you may be excused tonight but tomorrow will be a different matter. Now go to Hans and my bedroom and we shall join your later."
Kristofer departed oblivious to the knowing smirk on the faces of his fellow detainees but those smirks quickly disappeared when the four remaining prisoners were directed by Hans to go to the Punishment Room.
As Klaus took Wilhelm's arm to indicate that he was to come and witness what happened to prisoners who disobeyed instructions, Hans was pondering my intentions with Kristofer.
"Do you really think the kid is ready?" he asked with an edge of concern in his voice.
"We'll see how far we should go when we get started," I replied, but his backside is healing quite well and he has to start sometime".
"I guess you're right," replied Hans as we entered the Punishment Room in which four nervous backsides awaited us.
"Right, now," I said firmly, "a little lesson in obedience. Four strokes each for Jean and Robert since you had the cane last night and six for you Sergio and you Marat. Sergio, you're first."
Sergio removed his skimpy clothes and mounted the machine and was quickly secured. His was one backside that I really enjoyed beating because it was round and firm and could take a lot of punishment.
To increase Sergio's torment, I slowly slid my hand over his exposed flesh, playing with his nipples which were always aroused at punishment time and then slowly moved my hand down and along his taut thighs. Stretched as they were, Sergio's thighs were firm and the tendon on each was as tight as could be. I stroked him slowly and firmly, relishing the feint film of nervous sweat that covered them and smiling at the slight trembling of his fear.
I took my time, ever mindful that punishments were more efficacious when the culprit has to wait for the inevitable pain of his discipline. It was indeed in recognition of the fact that the waiting period between a sentence being pronounced and its execution that is the most difficult for a culprit to endure that public laws had been framed and no prisoner was punished immediately upon his sentence being determined. The imposition of a waiting period prior to punishment frequently had the desired effect of weakening the resolve of even the most hardened prisoner, and on more than the odd occasion I had seen seemingly sturdy and self-controlled men reduced to weak and frightened creatures as the hours prior to their punishments ticked slowly away. Sergio's body exhibited precisely the intended effects of the delay and his fear was tangible.
As Klaus, Wilhelm and Hans stepped away, I took down the heaviest cane and applied a resounding 'crack' across the centre of Sergio's buttocks. A deep weal appeared almost immediately and Sergio, who feared the cane more than any other implement, let out a roar as the pain registered. Of all our prisoners, Sergio was always the most demonstrative even though his hide was quite tough because he had the lowest pain threshold.
Five more times I applied the cane with full force and Sergio's backside was nicely striped by the end with six neat welts spaced evenly from the centre of his buttocks to the crease where thigh and backside meet and by the final stroke the lad was shrieking out his discomfort.
As I released Sergio I went and cuddled him about his shoulders, a gesture which he always appreciated. I took Sergio to the side while Hans attended to applying four strokes to the already marked backsides of Jean and then Robert. As I watched, the sobbing Sergio slipped his hand down my front and started enhancing my pleasure which I took as a sign of his acceptance of his chastisement as well as his always over-active libido. As Robert's third stroke was delivered I was forced to push Sergio's hand away since I would shortly have to attend to Marat.
Hans and Robert had taken their punishments stoically and when Robert was released Marat immediately went to the machine and mounted it. I looked at the assembly as I took the cane from Hans and then replaced it with a slightly lighter one. To one side, Jean and Robert were furiously trying to rub away the pain beside a stunned Wilhelm whose mouth hung open. Klaus had his arm around Wilhelm and was clearly aroused, I think because of the sight as well as the very beautiful companion that he had now in his care. Hans stepped over to where Sergio was quietly playing with his own excitement.
I delivered four fierce strokes to Marat's pale, unmarked backside and then, deliberately aimed two at the most tender spot at the very bottom of his buttocks. Those two really got his attention and he let out a little screech as each bit deeply into his flesh. I paused at that point deliberately to give Marat the impression that his punishment was completed.
After a few seconds, I disabused him of that thought.
"Marat," I said quietly, "you still have twelve to go for yesterday's fight. You probably thought I had forgotten about that. Sorry, but no I haven't."
As Marat's head dropped in resignation I took my time trying to emulate the guard at the detention centre by delivering the strokes evenly from top to bottom of the hapless Marat's backside. Slowly and deliberately I took aim and placed the strokes as best I could but with mixed success. While Marat gave voice to the efficacy of the punishment, I was disappointed with the result for after I had delivered the final and 18th stroke in all, there was still as thin white area about two thirds of the way down Marat's posterior that gleamed at me.
"Oh well," I thought to myself, "practice makes perfect. I will simply have to do better next time."
I released the weeping Marat and sent him, Jean, Sergio and Robert off to their beds with a stern warning that they should improve their behaviour the following day if they did not want to visit with the cane again.
Klaus led Wilhelm to the front door and Hans and I said goodbye.
"Klaus, my friend," Hans said as he nodded towards Wilhelm, "remember our agreement".
Klaus smiled. "Don't worry, I won't forget," he said. "Perhaps we might start the training on the weekend at my home. Bring your most skilled boy."
"Thanks Klaus," said Hans. "Would Saturday evening be suitable?"
"Yes, that would be fine," Klaus replied as he was about to leave with Wilhelm in tow and oblivious to the fact that he was at the centre of our discussion. Klaus turned and looked at both of us and made a parting comment. "Oh," he said, "I won't forget out other deal either. I am looking forward to that." With a laugh he walked down the driveway with Wilhelm at his side.
Hans and I exchanged looks which indicated that we knew we had made a stupid agreement that both of us would sooner or later regret. I shrugged as if to indicate that the matter was sealed and there was nothing that either of us could do about it and proceeded to our bedroom.
Kristofer was sitting on a chair, looking at the floor when I entered, followed by Hans. He stood up and bowed as required and looked at each of us.
Hans went to the bathroom to shower away the grim of the day's work and the sweat from the evening's exertions and when he emerged, naked and glistening, I led Kristofer into the bathroom and ordered him to strip.
Hans had left all the nozzles in the huge shower running and I directed Kristofer to get in as I stripped quickly and joined him. I started soaping him up and then directed him to do the same for me.
Hesitantly, Kristofer took the soap and started to rub in on my chest. I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.
"Kristofer," I said gently, "you know that you are going to have _s_e_x_ with Hans and I. It is either that or you finish up in a Prison Camp with a lot more and less attractive company."
"Can't you understand," he implored quietly, "I am not like you or Hans. I have never had anything to do with _s_e_x_ with another man."
"You forgot to address me properly Kristofer," I said firmly and his eyes widened in horror. "By rights I should take you down to the Punishment Room and beat you right now. But I won't, this time. But this is your last warning. As for your past, that doesn't matter. All that is relevant is that you are here and this is the reality. Your only alternative is to ask to be taken to the Prison Camp, but I think that would not be a smart move. The guys there would have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner and, quite probably, most of the time in between. Shake yourself out of your self-pity boy and get on with it."
My quiet lecture clearly sunk in and the boy sobbed quietly as he started to soap my body. He hesitated twice, once when he reached my groin and again when he reached my arse, but my firm hand stiffening on his shoulder reminded him of my advice and with great reluctance he continued.
When I was soaped up properly, I took the bar from Kristofer and while the water sprays washed me clean I gently soaped Kristofer's delicious body, paying close attention to those areas where he was most protective.
When we emerged from the bathroom, clad in towels, Hans was lying naked on our bed smiling. He was semi-erect and a beautiful and somewhat intimidating sight.
I put my hand on Kristofer's shoulder and pushed him gently towards the bed while I used my other hand to remove his towel. He almost stumbled onto the bed and I removed my towel and followed him.
Kristofer had a truly beautiful body with fair and unblemished skin, fine muscle structure and round and prominent buttocks. I could see in Hans' face that he was struck by the boy's beauty.
Hans leaned over and gently pulled Kristofer into the middle of the bed to make room for me and silently we went about the business of getting the boy aroused. Hands and mouths caressed the boy to a state of erection after surprisingly little time and then I had the honour of gently probing his nether hole with a well-lubricated finger. Although his own lust had started to take hold of him, Kristofer resisted the intrusion and grunted in discomfort as the initial breach was made.
To say the least the boy was tight and I had to work hard to secure a firm entry but when I did so and found that special spot from which all lust flows, the lad seemed to relax. Hans noticed and allowed my mouth to replace his on Kristofer's organ while he moved his own to Kristofer's reluctant mouth. Slowly Kristofer got the idea and began to administer to Hans' rampant weapon.
Hans and I played with the boy for well over an hour and brought him often to a near climax to the extent that he was pleading for release. Finally, we allowed the boy his well-earned pleasure which exploded forth all over the bed and our bodies. As Kristofer gasped for breath from the excitement, Hans slid on top of me and as Kristofer watched entered slowly and made love to me.
Gradually I manoeuvred myself so that I was stroking myself right over Kristofer's mouth and slowly lowered my groin to his face to see whether he was going to be co-operative. I had expected no response from Kristofer and was surprised and delighted when I felt his tongue on my balls and then his mouth kissing me there. I had been holding back my own orgasm as I knew Hans had been but Kristofer's action pushed me well over the top and I clenched my hole on Hans' organ as I exploded and immediately felt him erupting deep within me. The orgasms seemed to go for ever and it took some time for our equilibrium to return and for us to disengage.
Kristofer was not at all exuberant after the experience but was somewhat accepting and we three quietly shared the bed that evening with Kristofer sandwiched between Hans and me. It was a somewhat restless night as Hans and I stirred from time to time and changed our positions around the boy huddled between us and morning showed than none of us had had a satisfactory nights sleep.
As Hans and I went to the office, having breakfasted and instructing the prisoners on the tasks that they had to complete prior to our return, I was in a contemplative mood.
Hans, last night Kristofer seemed to start relaxing. Did you notice a shift in his attitude to _s_e_x_?" I asked.
"Well Jamie," he said with a little laugh in his voice, "There was a hand on my _c_o_c_k_ at one stage during the night and unless your arms have grown about a metre I am sure the hand didn't belong to you."
I was startled by this revelation and decided that young Kristofer might well have been exaggerating his commitment to hetero_s_e_x_uality. We would see.
Once in the office I had coffee and immediately departed for the detention cells where I found that young Rupert had again spent an uncomfortable night with his new "husband". Thierry was rather chirpy at first but when I informed them both that they were about to go to court his mood changed markedly.
Before I had the two taken to the courts, I had to arrange for their cohabitation which required asking favours of one of the more senior guards who supervised the allocation and transport of prisoners. I sought our Senior Guard Schneider who I knew to be in a same-_s_e_x_ relationship and might therefore have no qualms about the arrangements that needed to be put in place.
Schneider was a huge bull of a man and could easily see that my request implied that I had made a commitment already and now needed his assistance in getting it met.
"Well, pretty one," he asked me, smiling, "and what's in this for me?"
"Sorry Schneider," I replied, "but I don't have much to offer."
He chuckled deeply and he summed me up.
"Well, son," he said in a fatherly way, "I could ask you for a piece of that cute butt of yours, but I know you are married and so that's out of the question I assume".
"You can bet on that Schneider," I said with a laugh at his impudence.
"Okay, just checking," he retorted. "What about fixing me up with some cutie in the system for a quickie sometime?" he inquired.
"Possible, I think," I said, "but it will have to be some guy that's already up in a Prison Camp. I couldn't possibly let a guard get to one of the juvies Hans and I deal with. There would be hell to pay if word got out."
I though for a minute and then decided on what to do.
"Schneider," I said with a reasonable degree of confidence, "Hans and I are going up to Falkenfels tomorrow and I know a couple of people in the supervisory section who could get you one of the spiders for company if you care to join us."
I could see Schneider considering the prospect. "Spiders" were child molesters who were kept in isolation because of the sheer contempt with which they were viewed by everyone. Confined in what were little more than cages, they had no access to any human being at any time other than when they required punishment or medical treatment. If the truth be known, they probably didn't even get the latter in most cases unless they were extremely ill.
"Alright," said Schneider, a little reluctantly and then he laughed. "I assume you take orders," he added.
"I can't promise anything, but I'll see what can be arranged," I replied. "So what are your preferences?"
"Young, virgin, and if possible tough," he said with equanimity as if this were an every-day request.
"_f_u_c_k_," I said with a laugh, "you'd think this was a bloody menu in a restaurant".
With that our bargaining was completed and I gave Schneider the details of Rupert and Thierry.
In court, Rupert looked pathetic. To his great misfortune he had been slated to appear before one of the judges who quite literally hated repeat offenders and I knew immediately that Rupert was in for a very stiff sentence.
The judge appeared to take little note of the teen before him and simply read the computer display and started entering notes. I watched on my display as I tuned to the judge's and saw that he was looking at the parameters set by the Truth in Sentencing Commission which ensured that all prisoners were given punishments that suited their crimes and that none were dealt with too harshly nor too leniently. This was the only structure that circumscribed the powers of the judges.
I watched the judge as he read the parameters set by the Commission and was a little startled when, having looked at our recommendation, gave me a look of contempt. I was quite taken aback.
He then addressed the teen without any sense of mercy or consideration for his tender age.
"You seem to make a habit of breaking the law" he said not even deigning to call the lad by his given name. "And it seems that the Case Officers want you dealt with leniently. Well, not in this court boy. On each count you are going to receive 12 strokes which means that you will have one session before you are sent to Prison Camp and one upon arrival there. When you get there, you are going to spend five years in Camp."
I was surprised by the severity of the sentence and was about to move from Rupert's side when the judge added to Rupert's woes.
"In addition, boy," he added vengefully, "your punishment will be carried out at the prison, in public and, to try and help you remember the price of further offences, I am ordering that you receive a ten strokes each anniversary of your imprisonment. Take this brat away."
Rupert was obviously numbed by the sentence as was I and I quickly referred to the Commission's guidelines to see whether the judge had set a precedent which might be the subject of review. Unfortunately for our would-be tough guy, Rupert, the judge's decision fitted within the parameters set by the Commission and Rupert's fate was sealed.
Thierry came forward with a grim look on his face for he had listened to the way in which the judge dealt with Rupert. He stood next to me while the judge read his details.
As the judge looked at Thierry I could sense the man beside me shudder.
"Thierry Frere," said the judge, "the State has decreed that economic crimes such as yours should be dealt with severely. I have read your Case Officer's report and also note that you have not offended before. You are a young man who has been caught in an act of greed but I suspect that this was atypical of your general character and I shall give you the benefit of that belief on my part.
"The law is quite specific and you shall be given sixty lashes with the whip at a public flogging in whichever Prison Camp you are sent. You will spend 5 years in prison. Finally, I note that you are a farmer and therefore assume that you work out in the sun a lot. Having a mind to your character I do not wish to see you carry scars on your back for the rest of your life and I am directing that the whip be applied to buttocks as well as your back and that the punishment be carried out in three separate sessions, each one month apart."
I almost broke out in a laugh when the judge finished his sentencing because his sheer brutality towards Rupert was in stark contrast to the consideration that he had shown Thierry. Quickly I looked at the Truth in Sentencing Commission's parameters and had a quick word to Thierry before he was taken away,
"Listen," I said cautiously to Thierry, "the judge was really at the lowest end of the scale in that sentence. With the crack down on economic crimes, you might have your sentence increased by the Truth in Sentencing Commission. They will certainly review the sentence and I am not quite sure how they will react."
The big man looked at me and nodded in understanding.
"That's okay," he said calmly. "If they increase the strokes I don't mind. I can take it. I just hope they don't increase the time because I intend to make Rupert mine."
I stared at him in astonishment and smiled. This giant of a man had gone from rapist to lover in the space of two days.
"_s_h_i_t_," I thought, "life certainly does strange things sometime".
I returned to the office to find Hans engaged in an interview with a prisoner and decided to get some of my cases out of the way rather than interrupt the discussion.
After more than an hour, I was surprised that Hans was still in the interview room and scanned the monitor to see which prisoner he was taking his time with. The active file showed:
"File No. 698124 Subject: Boris Chemyenko Arrested: 20.5.40 Age : 22 Height: 170cm Weight: 72.0kg Residence: State Housing Unit Moscow.#12064, Block D _s_e_x_uality: Hetero_s_e_x_ual Offences: Organised crime associations Possession of proceeds from narcotics sale Previous: Numerous (see details pages 8-11)"
I looked at the scans of the prisoner and saw a well presented image of a man who looked younger than his stated age, clean shaven, short haired, with piercing blue eyes. In an odd sort of way the prisoner was quite stunning but for my tastes the firm, almost stubborn, jaw line and defiant look were a big disadvantage and suggested trouble.
I decided to see why the interview was taking so long and entered the room to find Hans sitting with the prisoner kneeling between his legs attending to Hans' engorged member. I had no interest in participating in this action and withdrew and returned to my desk where I sent Hans a message telling him that I didn't want Boris as part of our detention group at home and that I thought he was trouble.
I then rang Falkenfels Prison Camp to make arrangements for Hans and me to visit and for Senior Guard Schneider to accompany us.
By the time everything had been arranged Hans returned from his interview smiling with satisfaction and he came over and gave me a big hug.
"Jamie," he said, "he's not my type either but he wanted to try and lessen his punishment and I thought that there was no sense in wasting what he offered. Unfortunately for Boris, I have no intention of seeing him get off lightly, but he was not to know that".
Relieved, I kissed Hans and then he accompanied me to the court to see to the judgement of our middle class protester, Damien Ryan.
Damien was waiting in the custody of a guard in the vestibule of the court building and was neatly dressed but also quite despondent. His self confident manner of our first meeting had been replaced by a downcast look and his shoulders were slumped in a sign of resignation or defeat.
Hans and I greeted Damien and led him into the court where his case drew the ire of the judge. Whether for effect or out of deep concern, the judge berated the hapless Damien Ryan for the consequences of his action namely the injury to a police woman and by the time the judge was prepared to render his sentence, Damien was shaking with trepidation.
"Damien Ryan," intoned the judge sternly," your actions are inexcusable and the consequences warrant my making an example of you. You are hereby sentenced to fifty lashes of the whip to be applied in the prescribed manner and a further twenty five lashes on each anniversary of this day and you shall spend seven years in prison camp at hard labour. Take him away!"
Hans looked at me and stepped forward to grab the hapless prisoner who was evidently weak at the knees because of the severity of the sentence. For my part I was mildly satisfied with the stern sentence and more than a little interested in seeing the very severe punishment applied. The prospect of seeing this middle class upstart naked and his firm round buttocks made to dance under the tails of the whip was quite exciting to me if not to Hans and I watched as Damien was taken away and admired the taut buttocks that would be severely punished in the morning.
Aroused by the prospect that the morning would bring I suggested to Hans that we call it a day. Tomorrow was going to be quite busy and we didn't know whether our detainees had performed their duties or not. Moreover, I was aroused and more than anxious to further Kristofer's education.