Chapter 7: Prison discipline and its aftermath.
The Commandant led Hans and I to a secure area of the auditorium where we were surrounded by guards and had an excellent view of the empty stage. The Commandant explained that the stage was "dressed" according to the types of punishments that were to be administered and he pointed out some old fashioned pillories that stood below the stage itself in which "special" prisoners were held after their punishments. It took little imagination to work out what fate beheld anyone confined in these for immobile and naked they were totally defenceless.
There was little ceremony about the punishments. Guards appeared and with them came one prisoner at a time.
The first to be punished was a sturdy Pole who had been in the Prison Camp for some years and had been caught with illicit drugs and had been sentenced to twenty strokes of the whip. He was a barrel-chested man of perhaps thirty years of age, perhaps a little older, and he was unceremoniously ordered to strip naked and his arm were then cuffed. He was side on to the audience and to us as a machine pulled chains attached to the cuffs up to the top of the whipping frame. Cuffs were quickly attached to the man's ankles and these were similarly pulled apart so that the prisoner was immobilised and spread-eagled.
A guard approached with an evil-looking whip that was no more than one metre in length. It consisted on just one tail but, from where we sat, that tail looked to be as large as a man's finger and thus very heavy.
The guard quickly drew it back and then lashed forward and struck with full force across the prisoner's back. Slowly and methodically, the guard applied the whip working down the prisoner's back and then proceeded to apply the strokes to the prisoner's taut buttocks. For the first half dozen strokes the prisoner restrained his cries somewhat although his anguish was clearly hear throughout the auditorium but as the whip tore across his naked posterior he tried to jump forward and started to let out vehement expletives which emphasised his pain. Blood had appeared on the man's back and his buttocks fared no better. It was brutal in the extreme.
After four strokes on his buttocks, the prisoner was starting to sport an erection and his cries had turned to moans, whether of pian or a combination of excitement and pain was not entirely evident.
The guard administering the flogging was very competent and did not allow the prisoner to slump into unconsciousness throughout the twenty lashes and it was a suitably chastised man who was released and stumbled to dress so that his erection might be hidden from view. To my surprise, there was a smattering of applause from the prisoner audience and the Commandant leaned towards us and said that they were showing their appreciation for the skill of the executioner rather than the strength of the prisoner. Hans and I were a little perplexed by this demonstration of support for the prisoners' erstwhile tormentor.
No sooner had the Pole been taken from the stage than young Friedreich was brought out. As soon as the audience saw the boy they started calling out obscenities and whistling their appreciation. I looked into the mass of prisoners and saw many had their hands in their crotches, clearly excited by the sight on the stage.
Friedreich has been sentenced to sixteen strokes of the strap for being insolent to an official (whom I assumed to be the Commandant) and was stripped to the accompaniment of catcalls from the audience. He was then secured to the punishment machine that was much the same as that used in the city detention centres and was then raised into a horizontal position with his legs spread wide. I noticed that he was not pulled taut and nor was his midriff secured to the centre bars so that he would have room to squirm and buck without restraint. This was clearly an exercise in entertainment as well as discipline, I concluded.
From my vantage point, and from that of the prisoners in attendance, Friedreich displayed his genitals for all to see and his firm round buttocks were seemingly inviting the strap.
A guard approached with a fairly thick strap of about a littler under a metre in length and placed it on the point of Friedreich's backside which was only marginally lower than the guard's arm when at a right angled position. This meant that the strap would land across the maximum amount of flesh possible and thus have maximum effect.
Friedreich kept his face towards the floor to avoid looking at his audience and crunched his eyes shut as the guard raised the strap. Friedreich's eye shot open as the first lash 'cracked' across his buttocks and he let out a screech and bucked at the hips as the pain exploded. A fierce red band appeared across both cheeks.
Again the guard took his time in applying the punishment allowing Friedreich to settle his body before applying each stroke. All the while, Friedreich bucked, twisted and turned which only added to the spectacle and he cried and screamed as the fire in his backside increased in intensity. The boy's organ started to swell as the fire seared into his cheeks and at the fourteenth stroke he groaned and involuntarily erupted onto the stage to the cheers of all assembled. The scene was at once erotic and humiliating.
Spent, the lad took the last two strokes badly, since his attention was no longer distracted. When they released Friedreich, he stumbled away in great pain and great embarrassment to the accompaniment of obscenities and lewd suggestions from the onlooking prisoners.
Thierry was next to grace the stage and the big farmer, who had witnessed proceedings thus far, was clearly concerned but I think more about the embarrassment than the forthcoming pain. When he was stripped, his organ showed signs of clearly having been aroused and his huge endowment brought forth calls of admiration and envy from the watching prisoners as well as a number of obscenities regarding the use to which the member might be put.
Thierry was spread eagled as had been the first offender and his strong back and firm round buttocks made an inviting sight although I was quite sure that most eyes were fixed upon his swaying organ.
The guard who had whipped the first prisoner returned to the stage but held a far less vicious-looking whip than he had first used. Indeed, the whip more resembled the multi-thronged one that we had seen used on Damien during the morning.
As expected, Thierry coped well with the initial lashes of the whip but gradually as the guard worked down towards his buttocks, Thierry became more tense and, after a few lashes to his surprisingly tender buttocks, was giving ever-increasing voice to his pain.
The guard shifted position from time to time to ensure that the damage being inflicted was spread evenly over Thierry's naked flesh. It was clear that the guard was keeping a close eye on Thierry's organ which was quite erect after about ten strokes to his buttocks and slowly sought to have the whip zero in on the innermost parts of Thierry's cheeks. From time to time the end of the whip struck the intended target and Thierry bucked and screamed as his hole was lashed. With each stroke to his hole, Thierry clearly experienced a flash of pain that registered in his prostate and as the lashing neared its end, Thierry's let out and massive cry and his organ spewed forth as massive volume of fluid to the roaring approval of the crowd.
Lacerated, embarrassed but bleeding only at one or two small points, Thierry was released and assisted from the stage to the raucous catcalls from the crowd of prisoners. As he departed, I glanced at Hans and noticed the evidence of his personal excitement at the spectacle. I shifted nervously in my seat since Hans' excitement might well prove to cause me some discomfort once we returned home.
Rupert's appearance on the stage was greeted with calls of lascivious delight from the assembled prisoners and I saw Rupert smirk slightly in the knowledge that none of those watching would be able to get near him given his reluctant 'marriage' to Thierry. The smirk quickly disappeared as the guards approached and he focussed his attention on the machine upon which he was to be affixed for his brutal punishment.
Stripped, Rupert made an appealing picture and, when placed into the machine and adjusted to reveal as much of his body as possible, I felt a pang of jealousy for Thierry's possession of this sturdy but beautiful creature.
The caning was vicious and Rupert's toughness betrayed him after some eight strokes. Red lines quickly turned to purple and then to dark crimson and his backside swelled with the increased flow of blood into the ravaged skin. From the top of his buttocks to well below the top of his thighs, the cane expertly visited every centimetre of Rupert's flesh and he bucked and cried as each stroke brought additional excruciating pain.
From my vantage point, I glanced at Rupert's genitals and saw little evidence of arousal as his appendage flopped about in concert with his writhing body. Devoid of sympathy for the young lout, I thought of Kristofer and my carnal desires and as the punishment was completed was on the verge of an orgasm. Mercifully, proceedings ended before my body betrayed me and I was grateful that I was able to reserve my excitement until Hans and I returned home.
When the prisoners had departed, Hans and I said goodbye to the Commandant and thanked him for a most informative visit and, as Hans went to the main entrance, I sought our Senior Guard Schneider. I found him in the room which I had visited earlier totally absorbed in ravishing the prisoner who had been provided to him. The boy had clearly been through a rough time of it with Schneider given the superficial marks upon his body and the evidence of his lost virginity upon the sheets. The room smelt terrible and the boy's moans evidenced little or no pleasure as Schneider continued his rutting for what was clearly more than the first encounter with the lad.
I didn't bother asking Schneider whether he wanted to accompany Hans and I back to the city, for transportation was evidently the last thing on his mind. Instead, I left the room and closed the door: Schneider could make his own arrangements.
Hans and I returned home, both clearly aroused by what we had witnessed and both looking forward to a night of love-making.
Hans sought out our prisoners and had Jean join him in the sitting room. We all watched as Hans sat down and promptly unzipped his trousers and had Jean extract his organ. Hans grabbed Jean by the hair and forced him to take the engorged member in his mouth.
As Jean set about his task, I called Kristofer and had him follow suit whilst I ordered the others to their rooms. Kristofer had no difficulty in achieving the stated goal and Jean quickly brought Hans to orgasm as well.
Jean and Kristofer were dismissed and Hans took me to our bed where we gradually worked ourselves into a frenzy of love making.
Hans was especially rough in his actions and I felt as if a pile driver was being used on me and I was hurt and almost distraught by his assault. I assumed something was wrong but he would not divulge what had upset him. There was no post-coital romance and Hans seemed too distracted to take any notice of my attempts to cuddle up to him.
Hans left our bed before I awoke and was waiting for me at the breakfast table. He looked angry. I asked him what was the matter but he said nothing and just took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to me.
I unfolded the official-looking document and almost feinted as I read the Summons from the Department requesting that I appear before a Tribunal and answer charges of having interfered with the management of a prisoner.
"_f_u_c_k_!" I exclaimed. "All I did was hitch Rupert and Thierry up. It happens all the time Hans, why would they be after me?"
"I don't know," replied Hans "but you are in deep _s_h_i_t_. Moreover, they will probably have a go at me as well. I am going to punish you for this."
"Oh, come on," I said defensively, "they can have a go at me but they can't blame you. But, bloody hell, what do you think they'll do to me?"
"Probably not much worse than I'm going to do," Hans snapped and then promptly left the room.
I was disconsolate for the remainder of the day and engrossed myself in work to try and avoid thinking of Hans' anger and my Summons.
By evening I had relaxed a little although I knew that Hans was going to punish me severely but when I saw him as I was changing for dinner, he appeared in quite an upbeat mood.
"Hi _s_e_x_y," he said as he walked into the room and kissed me.
I was startled. "Hi," I replied as I returned the kiss, "I thought you were angry with me."
"I am," he said with a smile and a chuckle, "but there's a bright side to everything. Have you forgotten that tonight we are dining with Klaus and that Wilhelm is on the menu?"
"Oh," I said blankly. "I had forgotten. I was too worried about my own problems and your reaction."
"Don't be silly," he said. "I am going to whip your backside tonight, you know that, but think of the fun to be had before. I was going to take Marat and Kristofer with us since Marat has had a lot of experience and might be a suitable partner for Wilhelm and Kristofer could well be persuaded to join in."
"Good idea," I said with a little bit of a smile, but my voice was still stressed with the thought of the punishment that Hans had in mind.
By the time we had collected Marat and Kristofer and gone to Klaus' home my mood was somewhat improved since I had become aroused at the prospect of witnessing the deflowering of the delectable Wilhelm.
Klaus entertained us in style and kept the innocent Wilhelm totally in the dark until after we had finished dinner. We talked about Wilhelm's adjusting to his detention and the lad smiled weakly as Klaus remarked upon his generally reasonable behaviour although he mentioned that he and his other prisoner, a strapping young Englishman of much the same age as Klaus named Robert, had been somewhat tardy in attending to their duties that very day. Robert, knowing what the inevitable outcome of this observation was, looked grim and remained silent throughout the meal.
Wilhelm's demeanour altered towards the end of the meal when Klaus informed us that he intended to take a strap to Wilhelm and a cane to Robert for inattentiveness earlier during the day.
"Wilhelm," said Klaus gently, "you do deserve to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," replied the boy. "I'm sorry", he added.
"Don't worry, Wilhelm," chimed in Hans with a wicked look in my direction, "you will be in good company for Jamie has earned himself a thrashing and I intend to give it to him here, tonight."
All heads swung in my direction and I was dumbfounded.
"Well, well," said Klaus. "Jamie, have you done something really terrible?"
"Yes Klaus," I answered, ignoring the stares of the boys. "I have been summonsed by the Department. There will be an internal hearing and neither Hans nor I know what will be the outcome. But, yes, it is a serious matter."
Klaus smiled. "How severe a beating are you going to give him, Hans?" he enquired.
"Well Klaus," replied Hans, "given that Jamie might well be charged and that that may affect the both of us, I am intending to give him twenty lashes with a whip. I assume you have one."
"Of course I do," replied Klaus with a laugh. "I also have a very nice cane that Robert just loathes as you will see. However, before we deal with these miscreants, there is something that you have overlooked."
Hans and I both looked at Klaus. "What do you mean?" asked Hans.
"Our deal," Klaus said simply. "I think only ten with the whip and the balance with another instrument would be in accordance with our agreement, would it not? After all, I would hate to deprive Jamie of the full benefit of our deal simply because his mind is on his sore backside."
At that moment I could not help but let out a gasp of sheer horror.
"Oh," said Hans, "I had quite forgotten. You are quite right. That was the agreement and that is what shall happen. Shall we adjourn and see to these creatures?"
Finding my voice, I appealed to Hans and Klaus: "For heaven's sake, you can't do that in front of the prisoners. That wouldn't be proper."
"Well they shall see your beating," said Hans firmly, "but the rest might best be in private. Now enough talking: Klaus, could you lead the way?"
We left the dining room and Wilhelm, Robert and I made a sorry sight as we followed Hans and Klaus to a well equipped room that Klaus kept for disciplining his prisoners.
The room into which Wilhelm, Robert and I reluctantly entered was unlike that in which Hans and I administered discipline and its only furnishings consisted of a huge bed and a table. I looked at both with a sense of foreboding for I knew precisely what would transpire upon each apparatus.
Marat and Hans sat upon the bed while Wilhelm, Robert and I were ordered to strip off our clothes. Given that Wilhelm and Robert were clearly going to be disciplined before me, I realised that Klaus was seeking to make my embarrassment as acute as possible and I could sense the close inspection of my body from Klaus and the two onlookers. Although I had been seen naked by the others before, I was embarrassed by being seen in these circumstances and, more importantly, the evidence of my arousal at the delightful sight of the naked Wilhelm and Robert. Klaus was standing before us, a glint of lust in his eyes.
Wilhelm stood slightly in front of me with Robert at his side as we waited for instruction and I could see three distinct but pale stripes across his backside which indicated that he had been punished some days before. His pert buttocks were a sight to behold and I wondered whether the boy had even the slightest understanding of what was to transpire between the two orbs before long.
"Wilhelm, come here," said Klaus, indicating that he should approach the table. The lad rubbed his backside as he approached as if to loosen up the muscles and then, as instructed, climbed onto the table. Klaus quickly secured Wilhelm's wrists and ankles so that he was spread-eagled and then, to my surprise, withdrew an unseen leaf from the centre of the table from under the lad's groin. The effect was to cause Wilhelm's genitals to hang beneath him, offering an erotic view to all.
Klaus went to the side of the room where a number of implements hung and selected a rather heavy strap which he tested in his hands as if to judge its suitability for the task to be done. Satisfied, he walked to where a nervous and expectant Wilhelm lay and placed the strap on the boy's buttocks. Immediately Wilhelm clenched his cheeks together in anticipation and we onlookers could see his organ start to thicken. I wondered for a moment whether the boy was looking forward to the strap in some vicarious fashion but the determined grimace on his face told me that this was not the case.
Klaus raised his arm and brought the strap down with a "crack" that echoed through the room. Wilhelm's buttocks flattened from the impact of the heavy piece of leather and then his body bucked and squirmed as the searing pain spread throughout his rear. As Klaus took the strap back above his head in order to deliver the second blow, a broad fiercely red stripe across Wilhelm's buttocks was revealed as the lad let out a low grunt of pain.
The second stroke landed a little lower than the first, covering more tender flesh and Wilhelm's gyrations grew in intensity as did his whimpering. A third stroke bit at the lowest part of his buttocks and Wilhelm writhed as the pain intensified. While Klaus waited, the boy slowly settled himself down and lay panting, his buttocks clenching and unclenching in time with the waves of pain that he felt.
The fourth and final stroke was the most powerful of all and Wilhelm shrieked as the leather strap tore across the tenderest part of his backside. Tears dropped to the floor as Wilhelm tried to contain his pain and, slowly, his writhing subsided and he lay still, sobbing.
Klaus replaced the strap and then untied the boy and then cuddled him before leading him to the bed where the unsuspecting boy was to be deflowered. Marat gently took the boy into his protection, seeking out his quite distended organ with his mouth and hands while Hans kissed the boy's eyes as if to take away the pain.
Klaus watched as Wilhelm's seduction began and then Klaus ordered me Robert to approach the table and to assume the requisite position. Robert was a quite well developed lad with nicely rounded buttocks that seemed to invite the attention of a man. He placed himself across the table with his legs well spread, apparently not unused to the requirements of his master, while Klaus went and fetched a medium weight, whippy, cane.
The 'crack' of the first stroke brought me quickly to attention as the frightening strength of the blow was evidenced by a thin streak of red flesh that sprung across Robert's nether cheeks in an instant. I could see that Robert's knuckles were white as his hands gripped the table; such was his fear and obvious pain. Robert took four stinging strokes before he finally gave voice to his torment and cried out for mercy.
Klaus stopped the caning for a moment and went to the lad and stroked his back. Only four more," he said almost tenderly as if to reassure the lad that he could easily take his due punishment and then Klaus stepped back to resume the chastisement.
Robert's buttocks clenched and unclenched as wave of pain throbber through them and Klaus applied the four remaining strokes with slow and deliberate measure as Robert whimpered.
Despite my own predicament, I had to admire Klaus' handiwork. Robert's backside was neatly striped with eight bright red lines just millimetres apart and none of them overlapping. I realised that Klaus was a master of the art of caning since, even with the practice that Hans and I had, neither of us could produce such precision when applying a cane with full force (and effect).
Robert slowly rose from the table when instructed to do so and grasped his punished cheeks and hobbled to one side of the room as Klaus turned his attention to his final victim: me.
Klaus directed me to the side of the room where he lowered a set of manacles into which he quickly secured my wrists. My arms were drawn above my head but not so tightly that I couldn't move. Instinctively I turned to look at Hans and saw a multi-strand whip in his hands. It looked appallingly fearsome.
Klaus came and knelt in front of me his back against the wall and started stroking my already excited member which became more prominent as I noticed the two prisoners on the bed paying rapt attention to my plight. Marat played his hands over Wilhelm's naked chest but both were engrossed in the spectacle that was I.
Hans directed that I place my feet well apart and ordered me to remain in position for fear of earning additional strokes. He then took the whip in his right hand and ordered me to face forward.
Whippings were rare in our household and, although I had endured several over the years, each was a new adventure in pain. Hans applied the whip with slow and heavy strokes starting with my shoulders and working his way down. Pain exploded in my shoulders with the first lash and built upon itself as each additional lash was applied. With Klaus first fondling me and then applying his mouth to my painfully erect member, I was effectively held between the extremes of pain and pleasure and my grunts evidenced both sensations.
Klaus moved away as the whip descended and, having passed the lower part of my back, tore across my buttocks with all the intensity of a branding iron. Compared with a cane or strap, the pain from the whip was in a dimension all of its own. I cried out as each of the ten fierce blows ripped into my back, buttocks and thighs.
By the time the whipping ended, I was in tears and begging for the punishment to finish and when Klaus came to me and told me that the flogging had been concluded, my relief was immediate and profound. Within a minute or two of his having resumed his ministrations to my organ I was brought to an astonishing climax and literally collapsed with my bonds being my only support.
Hans came to me and kissed me deeply and then wiped the sweat from my forehead and supported me while Klaus undid the manacles. Supported by Hans, I was led over to the table where I rested while Marat, Klaus and Hans went about the seduction of Wilhelm.
Marat had been instructed by Klaus that he was to take Wilhelm's virginity but he, they, together with Hans took their time in working the Wilhelm up to the inevitable moment.
Wilhelm was kept close to orgasm for an extraordinary time but protested when he was gently manoeuvred into position with his buttocks well exposed for the assault. When Marat moved into position Wilhelm tried to crawl away and became his own worst enemy. Klaus and Hans restrained the boy and Marat tried to be as gentle as possible, but Wilhelm sought to resist the invasion and made the process that much more difficult and painful.
Once embedded, Marat gave Wilhelm every opportunity to become accustomed to the violation but the lad could not see reason and shrieked out his pain and struggled to get away. As time went by, Marat lost patience and rogered the boy despite his protests. Only towards the end of a rather unsatisfactory incident did the excitement generated in the boy by the attentions of Klaus and Hans take Wilhelm from pain to pleasure and he was quite docile by the time that Marat spent himself deep within his reluctant partner.
After some time to recover, Marat withdrew from the tight confines of Wilhelm's hole and, together with Robert, gently took Wilhelm from the room.
Klaus leered at me.