3 Alex learns the nature of the prison.
Each of the civilians had hanging from his wrist a card upon which was printed the number of the prisoner whose services he had acquired. As the prisoners entered, the civilians held out their arms to that the prisoners could readily identify their destination.
Alex spotted the number eight amongst the throng of arms and made his way towards the owner. Only when he was within a few feet did he recognise that the number dangled from the wrist of the prison Doctor who had inspected him earlier that afternoon. Not knowing what to do or say, Alex simply stood before the Doctor.
Dr Jurgen Weiss was not an unkindly man by nature but he most certainly enjoyed the power and privileges that his post offered him. He had been recruited into the service of the prison by one of the Warden's friends, a local police investigator, who had been investigating a complaint against the good doctor. According to the complainant, a twenty four year old man who had sought assistance with some medical condition, Doctor Weiss had given him a draught of some kind which had almost immobilised him and the Doctor had then proceeded to penetrate the young man with more than just his finger.
The detective had followed the Doctor for some time and had found no evidence to support the alleged activities and had resorted to setting a trap. A boy had been selected from the many that lived by their wits on the streets of the city and had been coached as to how to entice the Doctor into the act of _s_e_x_. At the appropriate time, late one evening, the trap had been sprung and the detective had entered the surgery just as the Doctor had completed the impalement of the street boy.
Doctor Weiss' first instinct was to assume that he would be arrested but, as it transpired, the detective was searching for someone with precisely the proclivities of the Doctor. And so Doctor Weiss had been introduced to the Warden who provided a more than attractive financial offer in return for the Doctor's services, together with the bonus of any number of boys and young men with whom the Doctor could satisfy his lust. The offer was simply too good to pass up and Jurgen Weiss had accepted it with alacrity.
Jurgen Weiss now stared at the boy which he had selected for this evening's entertainment and beckoned the boy to him. Alex stepped forward and Weiss took his hand and led him to one side of the room.
All around the room, owners and prisoners were becoming acquainted, albeit in various manners.
Christian had been selected by a huge bull of a man, a blacksmith by trade, who had developed a flourishing business which he now ran. Although no longer engaged in the physical activities of the business, the man had lost none of the muscles which hard labour had created. Christian had had no time for introductions as the former blacksmith grabbed him by the arm and led him into one of the private rooms where he ordered Christian to strip off his clothes.
When Christian had hesitated, the huge man simply tore Christian clothes from his body and then threw the lad onto the waiting bed where he proceeded to spank the beautiful backside of his hapless victim. Christian's cries surprised no one and went unheeded.
Jurgen Weiss sat Alex down on a settee and watched in fascination as the fair haired youth looked at what was going on around them. He notices Alex wince as the sounds emanating from Christian's spanking soared throughout the room.
"One of your friends?" asked Weiss as he placed his arm around Alex's waist and pulled the lad closer.
"Please Sir, I barely know anyone here," replied Alex.
Sensing some naivete in the lad, Weiss decided to educate his victim. Standing, he pulled Alex to his feet and led him about the place. In smaller side rooms he showed Alex the activities of his fellow citizens as they went about their pleasure. Alex saw his fellow prisoners in various stages of undress and performing all sorts of perverted acts for the satisfaction of their masters.
At one of the rooms, Weiss stopped for a few moments to watch the display as the youngest boy, Marco, was lifted, naked and protesting, by two other men and positioned over the enormous erection of the man who had bought him. Alex wanted to move away but was held firm by the Doctor.
"Such a small hole for such a large _c_o_c_k_, don't you think, boy?" asked Weiss.
Alex did not respond but flinched noticeably as Marco was slowly lowered towards the instrument on which he was to be impaled. Alex felt pity for the boy who was squirming and bucking to try and avoid the inevitable penetration.
Weiss was smiling as he watched the performance for, although he preferred somewhat more developed boys, the delivery of pain was a source of the greatest arousal. Alex's obvious discomfort at the sight just a matter of feet from where they stood was also a pleasure for Weiss for he knew that his own victim would not take at all kindly to his deflowering when the time came.
Marco's arse was positioned over the massive penis and Marco let out a howl of pain as he was slowly lowered onto the huge, throbbing organ. Weiss restrained Alex whose natural impulse was to intervene as Marco's hole was stretched to accommodate the impossibly large invader. Marco's screams continued as his hole was torn at the edges to accommodate the weapon.
Weiss moved away and pulled Alex with him. The screams of Marco's pain filled the air, as did cries of similar pain from other parts of the complex of rooms.
Weiss led Alex to a door and pushed him through it into a long corridor. Immediately one of the prison guards moved to join them.
"Come with me boy," said Weiss. When Alex hesitated, Weiss grabbed him by the arm and pulled him along. "Do as you're told my boy or you shall soon feel the birch across that well striped backside. And I'm sure you don't want that! So come with me and I shall teach you about your fate."
Weiss led the stunned boy through a door at the end of the corridor and suddenly they we on a walkway which extended the length of the adjoining block of cells.
As they walked, Weiss explained: "There are eight blocks of cells here boy and you will progress from one to the next as time passes. The block where you are held is for new arrivals. Each of the remaining blocks is set aside for different group of prisoners. This one is used to hold those who will work in the forest. Generally these ones are those who need the exercise to build up their muscles.
"The next two blocks hold those who are sent out to work for the local farmers and the two after that hold those who are used solely for pleasurable purposes either for visitors are for entertainment in the fine houses and castles of the area. And the second last block is reserved for those who are recalcitrant. We have special measures for dealing with men, and boys, who refuse to obey the rules. And the final block is for those who are about to be discharged from our fine prison."
As the two completed the walk around the interior of the cellblock, Weiss opened the door and pushed Alex into the corridor from whence they had commenced their tour. Weiss led Alex into one of the rooms which adjoined the main chamber, closed the door and sat on the bed.
"Your name is Alex and I have selected you," said Weiss. "You will do as I say and if you perform to my satisfaction I may just have you assigned to work for me. It would be far better than working in the forest or toiling in the fields although you will have to spend the next week or so doing such labour as do all new arrivals. And working for me is far better than any of the other options. Do you understand my meaning boy?"
Alex was almost in tears as he listened to the Doctor and simply nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Then remove your clothes," said Weiss.
Alex had seen enough to know what was about to happen and resigned himself to his fate and began to undress as the Doctor sat and watched.
Some time later, after Alex's screaming and crying had subsided, Doctor Weiss sent him into the corridor outside the room and Alex, walking with great difficulty, was duly escorted back to his cell where he lay in shock from the experiences of the evening. Exhaustion finally took over and the lad slept, completely oblivious to the plight of his fellow prisoners who had fared no better during their ordeals.
Deiter, for one, saw Alex being returned to his cell and, despite the pain in his own posterior, felt compassion for the blond boy. He also felt relief for Alex was the last of the prisoners to be returned and Deiter had started to become concerned for the boy's welfare when he did not appear with the bulk of the group.
Having been raised in the city, Deiter knew somewhat more about the ways of the world and was not as shaken as Alex clearly was at the inhumanity of the civilians who had purchased their virginities. Deiter nonetheless had not at all enjoyed the brutal assault which had been made on his nether hole but was less shocked than Alex was at the treatment they had received.