Warning: This story is 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 ie above the age of 16 but under the age of 21) 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 1984/85.
Chapter 21: Alex's story - Part 1
The chains that bound me to the others were sturdy enough that they could not be broken but did not hurt. We left the prison under the watchful eye of three men who looked quite foreign. They clearly despised us, for what reason I could not fathom.
We prisoners chatted quietly amongst ourselves whilst out escorts talked amongst themselves in a most complicated and incomprehensible foreign tongue. Damien and Kurt both knew me but none of new the fourth member of our company. At first he seemed to be reticent but we gradually got him to realise that we shared a common predicament and that we were thus comrades. With a little coaxing we found that his name was William and that he was as young as we thought - some seventeen years of age.
William had been incarcerated on the relatively minor charge of having peered into some old women's window. The women had spied his unwanted glance in her direction and had summoned the police. Unfortunately for William, the police gave no credence to his protestations that he had simply looked into an open window in a street and he was quickly taken before the Judge.
William explained how he had been embarrassingly examined by a doctor whom he later saw at the prison and had then been taken to court where he was sentenced to receive thirty lashes in the public square.
William's story confirmed the worst of my fears that we were now slaves rather than prisoners, but I kept my thought to myself for fear of causing William to panic. I guessed that William had been brought to the prison solely because he was totally innocent in the ways of the world and I thought that he might become irrational and dangerous if he knew what fate lay in store.
As I look back on those days, I am sure that I made the correct decision, for William's fate was bad enough without his being tormented by anticipation during our long journey.
We travelled well to the south and east and crossed innumerable borders as we did so. Papers provided by the prison officials to our escorts seemed to explain in a rational manner our being in chains as we passed through various frontiers. Whatever the papers said, our escorts quite clearly knew that there was no question about their ability to transport us freely and without questioning.
As the days passed, the outside temperature got higher and higher and our caravan became quite uncomfortable. In the evenings we were unloaded and fed quite well and during each day our guards saw to it that we were bathed, watered and fed at regular intervals.
We could see the scenery change from the lush green of our home to a sort of dusty brown. Languages foreign to us assaulted our ears as we moved on our journey and we speculated endlessly as to where we might be headed.
On the final morning of our journey our guards appeared to take special attention to our ablutions and gave us new clothes. For quite some time we were unchained and were permitted to survey our surroundings.
There was not much to see - just a seemingly waste landscape composed of barren soil and the occasional scrawny plant or tree. Herds of goats appeared to scavenge a living from tree roots and the grass under the watchful eye of their supervisors.
As we returned to our caravan we guessed that the journey's end was not far away and within hours our suspicions were confirmed.
Seemingly rising out of nowhere there appeared huge whitewashed walls and we passed through the nearest one through a massive gate. We entered what was clearly a town and our procession through narrow streets ended when we passed through yet another gate into a what turned out to be a private sanctuary. We were astonished by the stylish architecture in such a desolate place and the abundance of water which flowed through man-made streams and over clever waterfalls.
We had little time to marvel at our surroundings fro we were led into a side doorway and taken directly through long corridors to a large room occupied by a number of almost naked young men. Our guards unchained us and we four stood somewhat numbed by our circumstances amongst the chattering occupants. None of our companions could speak our language and it was not until a small olive skinned man appeared, accompanied by two brutish looking attendants.
The man, who spoke fluently and directly to us, welcomed us. He informed us that we were to be prepared to meet our master and advised us to comply with the directions which we would be given. Nazir, as we subsequently found out was this man's name, spoke to the attendants who took all four of us into an adjacent room in which a sunken bath awaited us. The fragrant warm water beckoned us but none of none of us was prepared to remove our clothes in front of these two men. From apparently nowhere, one of the attendants produced a short whip and told us to remove our clothes in almost perfect language.
Having been free from punishment for many days, we were not too eager to return to a regime of discipline and Damien, Kurt and I quickly disrobed. William was somewhat less willing to undress and was seized by one of the men who quickly tore off William's flimsy garments and bent him so that his pretty arse was available to the whip. A flash of his companion's wrist sent the short whip slashing across William's buttocks. William gave a stifles cry at the sudden pain and grabbed his backside. Sullenly he joined us as we stepped into the warm water.
After bathing we were given towels to dry ourselves. As we did so we cast out eyes about the room in search of clothes but found none. Thus, naked and more than a little frightened, we were directed down yet another corridor and into a large reception room, the walls of which appeared to be no more than cutrains. There we waited.
After quite some time, a curtain was parted and a thin, dark-haired but elegant man walked into the room and seated himself upon a sofa. Our guards bowed to this man in obvious reverence but we four stood our ground, our hands covering our genitals.
Pointing to Damien, this man asked: "What is your name?"
Damien responded and was his name and then ordered Damien to approach the seated man. Frightened, Damien approached the man who directed him to remove his hands so that he might inspect his property. At that moment it dawned on my companions that they had been sold into slavery - a fact that I had known for some time. Damien presented himself to the man - a Prince of the reigning royal family - who proceeded to inspect Damien in the most intimate of manners. Blushing, Damien allowed the man to inspect his genitals, his backside and to fondle him to an impressive erection. As the first evidence of Damien's excitement began to glisten at the tip of his organ, the prince directed that Damien return to his position with the three of us.
I was the second to be inspected and found the prince's ministrations more refined than those of my former masters and the procedure somewhat arousing. When my inspection was completed, Kurt took his turn.
Kurt rather resented the inspection but kept his temper. The prince summoned one of his attendants who scurried away and quickly returned with some shaving implements. The hair between Kurt's buttocks apparently offended our new owner and he advised Kurt that, in future, he was to ensure that this unwanted hair was removed. Realising that the man intended to have him shaved, Kurt lashed out at the servant who held the necessary equipment and knocked the tray out of the man's hand.
In Arabic, the prince summoned his guards who swiftly took hold of the recalcitrant Kurt.
Apart from perfunctory questions as to our names, the prince had barely spoken to us, but now addressed us with an icy tone.
"You are my property," he declared quietly, "and you shall do as I command. You, boy (indicating Kurt) will find out what obedience means and I hope you all shall learn a lesson from this."
With those words, he issued commands in his native tongue to the guards who had a firm grip on Kurt and they led him towards one of the curtained walls. The curtain was swept aside by some unseen servant and revealed a cross which was identical in form to that which Pierre had designed many months before. Kurt struggled as he was led towards the punishment machine, knowing full well its purpose and the torture which could be inflicted on anyone who was stretched upon it.
Alex, Daniel and William watched with apprehension as Kurt was affixed to the machine. The prince watched carefully the faces of his new slaves. He noted that the young, pretty blond one (William) had an almost inquisitive expression on his face and knew instinctively that this was the virgin which his agent had acquired for his pleasure. He licked his lips in anticipation and then turned his attention to the recalcitrant Kurt.
Walking over to the punishment cross, the prince gave directions and his guards obediently set about adjusting the various parts of the cross. Within moments, Kurt was fixed into the most obscene position, bent almost in half but with his legs spread as widely as possible and his genitals hanging down between his legs.
"Now, slave," said the prince as he rubbed his hands over Kurt's naked buttocks, "you shall find that disobedience here will cost you dearly." With those words, he grabbed Kurt's testicles and took a leather thong which was proffered by one of the guards. Quickly he secured a noose in the leather strip around Kurt's balls and pulled the strip taut. Kurt let out a cry of both horror and pain. Taking another proffered strip of leather, the prince similarly secured it but this one encompassed Kurt's penis as well.
Cutting of the blood circulation caused Kurt to quickly sport an enormous erection. A silk bag was then handed to the prince who attached it by means of a hook to the strip of leather that encircled Kurt's balls. Although innocent in appearance, Kurt let out a scream as the bag was dropped and the sand contained within it pulled Kurt's balls down. Kurt's erection, straining to reach his midriff was also forced down by the weight and pointed obscenely towards the floor.
We watched as a servant brought another tray upon which were laid out the implements for shaving the little hair which sprung from Kurt's nether cheeks. A guard went about the task and quickly removed the unwanted hair.
The prince then gave a series of commands and a brutish looking man appeared carrying various implements of punishment and bag. In time we would all learn of the skill that this torturer had in his ability to inflict pain without doing our bodies damage. Kurt was simply the first to be introduced to this man's abilities.
The first object of torturer's attention was Kurt's newly shaven nether hole to which a leather strap was applied in slow and measured blows. The blows themselves were not severe at all but the repetitious nature of them quickly caused discomfort and this gradually turned to a dull glowing pain. At fist, Kurt took the blows without any discernible effect but gradually became more and more agitated as the pain developed.
I took no pleasure in seeing my partner so abused and looked about the room in search of some distraction. To my surprise, I saw that our master had assumed a reclining position upon a couch whilst the other attendants and servants looked on with mild bemusement. These men, each draped in loose fitting clothing, from time to time adjusted their genitals under their garments - a clear sign to me that they found Kurt's position arousing. Had it not been for the fact that Kurt was being punished, I might equally have been aroused for the puckered hole, which was not being slowly abused, had provided me with much contentment over the past months.
When Kurt was sufficiently agitated by the torturer's ministrations, the man spoke to his master, clearly proffering a suggestion as to the next course of action. Receiving a nod from the prince, the man took from his bag a small _d_i_l_d_o_ that sported fine, short spikes around its upper half. Damien and I shuddered at the sight of the weapon while William appeared not to understand its purpose.
The torturer took a small pot from the tray upon which the shaving implements had been brought and dipped the five-inch long implement into the pot. We watched in horrid fascination as the _d_i_l_d_o_, dripping with oil, was placed against Kurt's nether hole and heard his terrible cries as the instrument was inserted into his posterior. Kurt pleaded for pity as the instrument forced its way into his hole and then disappeared from sight.
Although the _d_i_l_d_o_'s fine spikes were not designed to cause damage, they were intended to cause immense irritation and clearly did so as Kurt's writhing showed.
Taking a small, many-thronged whip, the torturer then began lashing Kurt's back with gentle lashes, teasing the flesh with irritation. Kurt's panted for air as the flesh of his back slowly turned pink and then to a dull red.
The lashing took quite some time and ended when Kurt's flesh was obviously tender to the caress of the whip and yet not broken at any point.
The torturer, clearly enjoying plying his trade, then spoke to the prince again and, seemingly securing agreement, took a long thin rod from the bundle of instruments that he had brought with him. Placing himself adjacent to Kurt's bent form, the man drew back his arm and brought the rod slashing firmly across Kurt's posterior. The pain from the stroke was obvious but it was the effect on the _d_i_l_d_o_ firmly lodged in Kurt's lower bowel that had the greatest effect.
Kurt screamed in pain and his puckered hole twitched as the _d_i_l_d_o_ rubbed against the lining of his rectum. Time and again the rod descended, raising thin weals across Kurt's backside, eventually leaving the fleshy globes criss-crossed with narrow lines.
I willed Kurt to pass out from the vile punishment but the torturer knew his work and took Kurt only to the edge of delirium, without giving him the mercy of unconsciousness.
When the lashing was completed, Kurt was begging for mercy. The prince arose and walked over to the hapless slave and ran his hands over the tender flesh.
"Have you learned your lesson, boy?" asked the prince.
"Yes, Sir," sobbed Kurt in reply.
"Good," responded his tormentor, "now we shall give you one final memory of the consequences of your disobedience."
"Please, no more," pleaded Kurt.
At a command from the prince, the attendant guards unstrapped Kurt and raised him from the punishment cross, released the weight attached to his testicles and stood him erect. Kurt gave a sob as the irritating _d_i_l_d_o_ shifted against his tender inner flesh and had a grimace on his face as he was firmly turned to face us.
I almost cried at the expression of agony on my lover's face - a fact that our new master must have noticed.
"You," he said, pointing at me, "come here and use your mouth to bring your friend some pleasure."
Knowing precisely what was required, I moved forward and fell to my knees and took Kurt's semi-erect member in my mouth. The attendants laughed at my obvious experience and willingness but Kurt did not. As I aroused him with my tongue and lips, Kurt cried out in frustration as the _d_i_l_d_o_ in his bowel further irritated his passage that was reacting to the pleasure I was bringing. Kurt cried out for me to hurry and I tried to comply, but the mixture of pleasure and pain was a difficult combination to accommodate.
Gradually, I could feel Kurt's orgasm approaching and his cries were raised to new heights. As Kurt grew short of breath as his climax approached, I sensed the torturer move behind him and moments before the liquid spurted from Kurt's organ I heard a loud 'crack' as a strap or some such object lashed across Kurt's already painful buttocks. The effect was immense for Kurt lunged forward into my throat from the pain of the strap and his orgasm exploded deep down my gullet, accompanied by a bellow of pain and ecstasy from Kurt.
I swallowed Kurt's seed as he tried to collapse after the indescribable ordeal. I backed away and saw Kurt being supported by two guards and looking quite pale from the experience. Kurt's _c_o_c_k_ dribbled its final drops onto the floor.
One of the attendants moved forward with a large container of water as Kurt was bent over by the guards. A funnel was produced and inserted into Kurt's aching rectum and through the funnel the water was poured. Kurt was too weak to react too greatly to this final indignity and pain. Perhaps it was in the knowledge that relief lay at the end of this process that Kurt took solace but there was one final threshold of pain to be endured.
When the water had filled his rectum, a huge bowl was produced and Kurt has made to squat over it and was then permitted to expel the water and the obscene _d_i_l_d_o_ within. The spines on the _d_i_l_d_o_ made another series of tears in Kurt's hole as the pressure within his bowel was released.
Quickly the bowl was removed and Kurt was allowed to fall onto the floor, too exhausted to be able to move.
The prince looked at the three of us who had observed this extended punishment and said: "There will be worse if any of you disobey any command again." With that comment, he swept out of the room, followed by his entourage.
Attendants led Damien, William and myself to what where to be our quarters. I feared for Kurt who was sobbing quietly as we left the chamber but there was nothing that I could do.
Our quarters were sumptuous by any standard and consisted of a vast room, in the centre of which was a large bath filled with fragrant water. Beds were strewn in alcoves around the room and sullen but healthy looking young men occupied many of these. Our escort departed and there was a generally jabbering amongst the occupants, most of whom spoke a common language. One of these approached us and it was from Sean, a strangely spoken lad that we learned out circumstances.
As Sean spoke quietly, occasionally interpreting for the others who could not speak our tongue, I was amazed at how blithely I accepted what we were told. For the look on young William's face as Sean told us of our fate reminded me of the innocence I had lost so long ago.
"Well lads," Sean began, "you should know right away that you are now slaves. Get that into your pretty little heads for unless you accept that fact there will be a lot of pain ahead. These fine young men are from all corners of the world," he said, indicating the gathered youths, "and we are the prince's harem." Noticing William's startled and questioning look, Sean laughed. "Ah, we have ourselves a fine little virgin, all lost and bewildered. Well, my pretty, you had better learn fast for I wager that the prince is already planning on deflowering you this very evening."
We looked at William who clearly did not comprehend what was being said.
"Listen lad," continued Sean in as kindly a manner as was possible, " your body has been sold and we are here to serve the prince's pleasure, and that of his many friends. You will find that there are some nice people who partake of our pleasures, but there are many who are not so nice. The prince has bought you," he said pointing at William, "and no doubt paid a handsome amount for your untouched flesh. We shall be there tonight when he takes his member and shoves it up your rear and then rides you like the stallion he is."
William's eyes widened with the sudden realisation of what these words imparted and took a step or two backwards as if struck by some unseen fist. I caught him and steadied him as Sean recommenced his commentary.
"Ah," said he, "the sun finally dawns. Don't worry lad, there are a lot worse things than being deflowered, let me assure you. We heard the commotion from down the passage way and gather that one of your number has met Yousef, our resident master of the discipline. He does the prince's bidding and is as evil as they come. Yousef can make your flesh so sensitive that even a feather will cause the most severe agony. So be warned, do not offend anyone here or you shall pay a heavy price.
"Our companions here have been slaves for some time now and we are looking forward to a little respite as the prince concentrates on your charms. Now here are the rules which you must obey for to disobey will cause you much suffering. You must bathe before every meal and cleanse yourselves inside and out. There are rooms for this purpose set outside yonder corridor. You must obey every command without hesitation or you shall be punished and you must never speak without permission. Apart from that, just sit back and enjoy the good food and our companionship. By the way, we are not allowed to fornicate here and there are spy holes all over the place so do not even play with yourself unless you want a beating."
Sean sat down as he completed his advice and watched as Damien and I went to the nearest window to assess our chances of escape.
Behind us we heard a laugh. "Don't even think of it my lovelies," Sean called out to us, "we are miles and miles from anywhere and this compound is set within a small city. There is no way out. The last boy who tried to escape suffered for almost a week from the vilest tortures before he was granted the relief of losing his head. Eventually we will all be sold onto some other party and then perhaps a chance will present itself."
I looked at Damien who sighed at the truth of Sean's observations for the compound offered no sign of any escape route. Reluctantly we set about finding beds and waited for whatever would be our fate.