Warning: This story is copyright and a work of fiction. It contains graphic descriptions of punishments, non consensual homo_s_e_x_ual activity (including _s_e_x_ with characters who would be regarded as minors should this material contain any matters of fact) and other matters which are unsuitable for minors. DO NOT READ if such material is considered offensive or unpalatable or if it is illegal to do so in your jurisdiction. The original story was typed in 1984 and is extremely loosely based on German texts of the early 20th century.
9 Alex and the birch
The following morning, all the prisoners showed the effects of hours of demanding service for the prison's clients the previous evening. In the showers, each prisoner silently took in the sight of the damage inflicted upon his comrades. Some still showed the results of being chastised, while others walked with a gait which declared a more intimate discomfort. After breakfast, the prisoners were again transported to their various places of work and so it was that Alex, Christian, Deiter, Helmut and Karl returned to the Count's fine house and went about their duties.
The morning passed uneventfully. Schneider made the rounds to make sure that each lad was doing his duty but did not appear particularly interested in them.
As the lads consumed their lunch in the kitchen they heard the sounds which heralded the arrival of some visitor to the house but they took no notice. Only when they had finished eating and Kurt and Alex were required to accompany one of the Count's servants to another part of the house did an air of foreboding descend upon the youths.
Kurt and Alex followed the servant to a large, sunny salon in which they were told to wait.
As they waited, Alex sized-up Kurt. His companion was a strongly built lad of much the same age as Alex. Kurt sported a fine, angular face and long dark hair which framed his features nicely.
"What do you think they want?" asked Alex, trying to relieve the tension which both youths felt.
"Don't know, but I don't like it," replied Kurt.
Reluctantly at first, Kurt responded to Alex's questions about his past and as the conversation proceeded gradually became more relaxed. Soon the two were engaged in an animated discussion about the events which had brought them to this stage of their lives and became quite comfortable in each other's company.
Kurt, it transpired had been an apprentice to a cobbler in the city and had fallen foul of the law when, following a long day's work, he had ventured into a public house and had engaged in the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol. Upon leaving the pub, Kurt had been unsteady on his feet and when offered assistance by a passerby, took the offer as some form of unseemly proposition. Kurt recoiled from the stranger who, he now believed, was offering genuine and unconditional assistance and had then lashed out at the man. Kurt's punch was well wide of the mark and the stranger was not injured but a nearby policeman apprehended Kurt and took him to the police station.
It was only when he was in custody did Kurt create the circumstances which led him to the prison.
Placed in a cell, Kurt was obliged to remove his trousers and shirt and was left in a cell in his underwear. The intention, on the part of the police, was to let Kurt sleep off the effects of alcohol and then release him. But one policeman could not avoid the temptation to use the occasion of delivering a meal to the drunken youth to inspect Kurt's youthful charms. Thus, standing outside the cell, the policeman directed Kurt to remove his undergarments in return for a nice hot meal. Angrily, Kurt rushed to the bars of the cells and reached out and hit out at the offered plate of food. The policeman finished up with food down the front of his uniform and Kurt finished up before the magistrate facing a long series of charges including being drunk and disorderly, assaulting a policeman and using obscene and profane language.
"I was punished in the square the same day as you," said Kurt to Alex. "They gave me two dozen with the strap. Boy did it hurt."
Alex was just about to ask Kurt the length of his sentence when the door to the salon was opened my Mr Schneider who ushered another man into the room. Schneider's companion was tall end elegant, in his late thirties and dressed in the finest of clothes. Looking intently at the two young men, Schneider's guest walked to within a few feet of the two and slowly walked around them. Alex and Kurt stood still as they felt the man's eyes surveying them.
As the man returned to the front of the parade he smiled and moved to one of the ornate chairs which decorated the room and sat down.
Easing himself into a comfortable position, the man looked at the two again.
"You were quite right, Schneider," he said, "they are both quite charming."
"Thank you my lord," said Schneider as he moved to shut the door to the salon. "Shall we begin?"
With a nod of his head, the apparently important visitor assented to the suggestion.
"Alex," said Schneider, "you will please remove Kurt's clothes, starting with his shirt and then his shoes and sox." Having given the command, Schneider walked over to a tall cupboard from which he removed a number of canes and switches as well as several leather whips.
As Schneider carried the instruments of punishment to a table and then seated himself, Alex turned to Kurt and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. When it was undone, he eased it off Kurt' shoulders and knelt before the trembling young man and, one by one, removed Kurt's shoes and sox. Alex then stood and admired Kurt's broad hairless chest which was covered with a thin film of anxious sweat.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Schneider.
Knowing what was expected, Alex unfastened Kurt's trousers and slid them down and then slowly removed Kurt's underwear.
Naked, Kurt used his hands to cover his genitals only to be instructed to uncover himself.
The visitor looked keenly at Kurt who blushed at the scrutiny of this stranger.
"Turn around," directed Schneider.
Kurt slowly turned presenting his pronounced white buttocks for inspection.
"Turn and face his lordship" directed Schneider and Kurt completed the full circle.
Kurt blushed again as he saw the visitor assessing his manhood and was relieved when he was instructed to strip Alex of his clothes as Alex had done to him.
Alex also blushed as he was required to display himself and followed the same procedure as had Kurt.
When the two prisoners were standing together again, the visitor started to questions the two young men about their punishments, their _s_e_x_ual experiences and their feelings about their treatment.
Kurt told of his public beating and of two others he had received at the prison and Alex similarly related his experience. They each expressed their revulsion at the _s_e_x_ual purposes to which they had been put and a tear ran slowly down one of Kurt's cheeks as he was required to relive in detail the pain of his initial penetration.
"You are like cattle," said the visitor "and there is no room for feelings for creatures like you who have broken the law and have been sentenced accordingly. Now you are to be our pets for the afternoon and you will perform tricks for our entertainment. Is that understood?"
The two lads nodded in acknowledgement.
"You," said the visitor, pointing to Alex, "you have two minutes to use your mouth to bring this fellow to an erection."
Alex looked startled but slowly moved to comply.
"Wait," said the visitor and Alex stopped the slow decent to his knees. "This is a competition. If you succeed, then you shall be obliged to beat this fellow for his lack of self-control. If you fail, he shall be obliged to beat you for failing to do as you were commanded. Now begin. You have two minutes precisely."
Self preservation caused Alex to go about the assignment with alacrity while Kurt tried to think of anything other than the pleasure which Alex was providing with his warm mouth.
After two minutes precisely, the struggle and counter struggle was brought to an abrupt end. The somewhat engorged member between Kurt's thighs was not quite at attention by the time Alex resumed his feet, shaking both from his exertions and from the fear of the consequences of his failure.
The visitor smiled at the two prisoners. Looking directly into Alex's eyes, the visitor said quietly: "You have lost that challenge, by boy. You make take you punishment now or, perhaps, you might wish to try and redeem yourself in the next round of our little game?"
"Sir," replied Alex, casting an eye in the direction of the table upon which the assortment of instruments of pain was lain, "I should like the opportunity to make amends."
"So be it! Now you (indicating Kurt) shall have two minutes exactly. Commence" directed the master of the game.
Kurt sank to him knees and reluctantly took Alex in his mouth. But Kurt's aversion to such perverted activities doomed him to failure. When he rose at the expiration of the time allotted him, Kurt simply hung his head and awaited his fate.
"Well, maybe you will both do better at the next test," declared the visitor. "Schneider, would you be so kind as to select an appropriate cane with which these lads might be punished?"
Schneider walked across to the table and carefully selected a thin, whippy cane which he tested by swishing it through the air several times.
"Now," said the seated man, "let me explain the challenge with which you are now faced. By the way, what are your names?"
The two prisoners gave their names promptly.
"Fine," said their tormentor. "Now Kurt, you get to go first. You shall take the cane and give ten strokes to Alex's pretty white backside. You will be spared additional punishment if you can make young Alex cry out, in which case Alex shall be awarded an additional punishment. Alex, please bend over that table so that Kurt might administer your strokes."
Silently, Alex went across to the table on which the other instruments of punishment we strewn and clear enough space so that he might lie over it with his backside well presented for the coming beating.
Kurt had no wish to inflict pain on the fair-haired young man but, equally, did not want to earn whatever additional punishment the two men might have in mind. Kurt thus resolved to try to win this round and thought about the punishments he had received at school. The efficacy of beatings by one particular master came to mind and Kurt therefore laid the cane as hard as be could across the centre of Alex's exposed rear. A livid red stripe appeared immediately but no sound came from Alex, who had endured far worse in recent times.
Strokes two and three were applied parallel to the first as Kurt followed the formula which his schoolmaster had done a few years before. He then paused for an instant before directing the cane to that most tender area where the thighs and buttocks met. Alex jumped an inch or so at the pain and then settled as he awaited the next stroke.
Kurt concentrated the remaining strokes on the tender flesh at the base of Alex's buttocks and achieved the stated goal of having Alex cry out in pain at the ninth stroke. Having won the challenge, Kurt was very lenient with the final stroke.
Alex realised he had lost and stood up with tears running down his cheeks and wiped his eyes with his arm as Kurt was instructed to reverse roles. Alex realised the method that Kurt had employed and put all his strength into the repeating the beating which had brought Kurt success.
For his part, Kurt was able to anticipate the sequence of strokes and, although crying. silently as the final strokes were delivered, managed to get through the ordeal without making any noise.
It was Schneider who declared Kurt the winner of this round and awarded Alex six additional strokes of the strap at the conclusion of the competition.
Throughout the afternoon, the two boys were pitted against each other in ever more demanding and grotesque competitions and it transpired that, with one more challenge to go, Alex was due another dozen strokes with the strap and Kurt had earned himself nine strokes.
Throughout the afternoon, both lads had been conscious of the excited state of their tormentors organs and it came as no surprise to either of them that the final challenge was to see who could most quickly bring one of the men to orgasm.
The visitor chose Kurt to service his needs and opened his trousers to reveal a large, purple crowned member of more than average size which Kurt reluctantly took into his mouth.
Alex was presented with a shorter but thicker organ which caused his jaws to ache as it thrust in and out of his mouth. Throughout the exercise, Schneider kept leaning over Alex's back and keeling his firm but sore buttocks and repeatedly reminded Alex of the pleasure he would derive from seeing Alex receive the strap.
Alex toiled away but his anger was growing at the monstrous venality that tempered Schneider's comments. When Schneider suggested that Alex might also like to sit upon his weapon, Alex's anger erupted and he closed his jaws as far as possible. Although his mouth was fully occupied, Alex was able to bring his molars close enough to cause Schneider to cry out in horrified pain. Schneider kicked Alex away and curled himself into a foetal position in an effort to relieve the pain.
The visitor disengaged himself from Kurt's inadequate attempts to bring him to a climax and rushed over to his host to provide any assistance which might be possible.
It took both men some time to recover their demeanour and to determine that no actual damage had been inflicted. Meanwhile, Alex and Kurt waited for the inevitable retribution.
When Schneider has composed himself, he and his guest summoned servants to pour some wine in which they imbibed as they enjoyed the fear which was written so clearly upon Alex's face.
As the sun was fast descending in the sky and the time for the prisoners to return to their prison home, Schneider decided that the time had come for payment. He ordered that Kurt and Alex be taken to the yard near the barn and that all the servants and prison labourers should be summoned to witness the punishments. Naked, and showing the effects of their ill-treatment during the afternoon's sport, Alex and Kurt soon found themselves the objects of attention of quite a sizeable crowd.
Kurt was the first to be strapped full length to a long bench with his hand and feet held firmly by straps. To restrict movement, another broad leather strap was secured about his midriff. Although well built and obviously strong, the onlookers could not but feel sorry for him for his large, pronounced buttocks were red and swollen. Indeed, even a small twig applied to Kurt's buttocks would have sufficed to cause him great pain but one of the man servants appeared from the barn carrying a long and very wide strap attached to a short wooden handle.
Schneider and his guest arrived and were seated in gilded chairs which had been brought from the house and placed adjacent to the punishment site.
Once seated, Schneider directed the servant holding the strap to give nine strokes to Kurt's abused backside.
Kurt closed his eyes firmly as he waited for the dreaded sound of the leather arcing through the air and the 'crack' as it met its target startled everyone. Kurt felt the blow and his brain exploded in pain. His body shook with pain and his lungs exploded in the most dreadful of expletives.
By the third stroke, Kurt was bucking and almost convulsing against the pain and his cries were quite pitiful.
Schneider and his guest looked on without any sense of compassion as time and again the strap tore into Kurt's backside leaving two swollen, scarlet mounds which would soon turn to deep bruises.
Alex watched the damage being inflicted upon his companion, knowing only too well that worse was to come his way.
When Kurt was assisted from the bench, Alex watched as two field hands carried a large flogging block from the barn and placed it in position. The block was similar to that used in the public square and presently Alex as secured in the required kneeling position with his legs and arms firmly secured and, as had been the case at his public beating, a strong strap holding his sweating torso to the block.
Schneider reminded Alex that he was due a dozen strokes of the strap but that that punishment would have to be something upon which he could look forward. Today, Schneider announced, Alex would be spared that part of his punishment and would receive only the birching he had earned.
Schneider then sent Willie, the strongest member of his household to fetch the birches and, with a smile, Willie complied.
The birch rods which Willie brought forth from the barn were far longer and heavier than those used in public corrections and Alex's eyes opened wide as he saw them being shaken to remove the brine in which they had been soaking. Alex was mesmerised as he watched the preparations as Willie stripped off his shirt and picked up one of the birches with both hands and had a practice swing.
Alex screamed uncontrollably as the first stroke fell, covering every inch of his already swollen backside. The evidence of the damage being caused was immediately apparent to all for spots of blood appeared across Alex's buttocks where the buds from the birch sticks had met the unresisting flesh.
The onlookers watched in fear and fascination as the birch plied its trade and with each new stroke more and more of the object of its caress yielded fresh signs of bleeding. After just ten strokes, Alex was in convulsion, his screams were a continual wail and his backside a mass of small tears and cuts.
Willie set down the first birch which was becoming somewhat ragged and picked up the other. A nod from Schneider confirmed his expectation that he was to continue his pleasant duty and he set about delivering another ten strokes, this set from the opposite side. Alex's backside was covered in blood as the twentieth stroke was applied and Willie set the birch aside. Alex was barely conscious by the end of the beating and hardly noticed as Schneider and his guest departed and the servants and prisoners returned to their duties.
Willie looked upon the limp and bloodied figure before him and before releasing Alex from his bonds washed the blood from Alex's backside with none too gentle hands. Willie was tempted to go further with his enjoyment of the prisoner's body but knew that the retribution for such an act would be swift and savage. He therefore untied Alex and left him with Kurt to await their transportation to the prison for the evening.