Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2018 10:46:44 +0000
From: Mat W <mattspank74@gmail.com>
Subject: Labour camp - part 5

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Labour Camp - part 5

The days began to have a routine for Chris. Morning roll call always
involved punishments for those prisoners who had trangressed, and evening
roll call tended to have fewer but more severe punishments. About three
weeks into his sentence, Chris was working in the kitchen. Although this
was not as hard work as some, it was punishing in its own way. The
prisoners just got slop, nutritious but tasteless and unappetising gruel
which they guzzled from troughs like pigs morning and evening. But the
guards ate well, and the kitchen work detail had to work hard to cook
proper food for the guards as well as boiling down the slops for the
prisoners. Chris was working alongside a very cute young lad making
biscuits. The lad was fairly new, probably about 21, very lean, with not a
lot of body hair and closely cropped dark hair on his head. He had a decent
sized cock and low hanging balls. His legs were really well shaped, and
Chris guessed that he probably did a lot of cycling. As they were mixing
and rolling the dough, Chris noticed the lad picking up off cuts and,
instead of squishing them all back together to re-roll, he was popping the
occasional gobbet into his mouth. The kitchen crew were not gagged like
many of the prisoners because the heat of the kitchen could make it
difficult for the prisoners to breathe with their usual ring gags in place.

Chris nudged the lad and shook his head and frowned, trying to tell him not
to eat the dough, but he didn't dare say anything out loud, he had learnt
that, gagged or not, prisoners were only expected to speak in reply to an
order or question from a guard.

All of a sudden, a guard appeared from nowhere, grabbed the young lad from
behind, swung him around and ordered him to open his mouth. The lad knew he
had been caught in the act, and obeyed, showing the part chewed remains of
the dough. The guard bent the lad over the work surface, pulled out his
paddle, and gave the lad 10 strokes. He then clipped a short leash to the
lad's collar and dragged him away.

That evening at roll call, the young new lad was the only miscreant
kneeling facing the rest of the prisoners. The governor, when he mounted
the dias, looked disgustedly at the young lad, who was filthy and had tears
running down his cheeks. When all the rest of the prisoners had assembled,
the governor spoke,

"Evening scum. We have before us tonight one of our number who thought that
it would be acceptable not only to eat unapproved rations but, which is
worse, to steal those rations from the guards. This is a very serious crime
and will be punished accordingly."

Two guards came around the corner of the hut, one carrying the board and
chair that Chris knew only too well meant that the lad was going to be
despunked and have his soles beaten, and the second the frame which Chris
had only seen twice and which meant that the lad was going to be fucked as
well.

Chris watched in horror as the the lad was pulled up from his kneeling
position and thrown down onto the board. The lad's backside was
criss-crossed with the unmistakable signs of a severe caning. From his
nipples hung the harsh clamps and heavy chain of the punished prisoner and
as he landed on the board, Chris winced, thinking about how those awful
clamps must be biting into his sensitive flesh. The guards kicked his legs
apart and reached under his body and pulled his dick back so that it lay
between his legs against the board.

"This thief has been sentenced to one of our harshest punishments," the
governor called out, "I hope this will ensure that we have no more thieving
here. Now, get on with it, boy, we don't have all night!"

The lad had obviously also seen what happened on the board as he began to
hump it, trying hard to keep his head and feet up as he did so. If either
extremity dropped, one of the guards would lash his buttocks with a thin
cane until he was back in the correct position. The lad was crying audibly
as he bucked and writhed against the board, both wanting to orgasm, and
wanting to stave it off as long as possible, as he knew what would happen
next. It took a long time for the lad's breathing to take on that ragged,
panting sound which meant that he was close to the edge, but only moments
thereafter his body bucked and arched and Chris could almost smell the
semen as the lad ejaculated into the board.

"Get that cleaned up, you filthy piece of shit!" Shouted the guard who had
beaten the lad for poor posture. The lad scrambled to his knees and began
licking the cum off the dirty board. When he missed a drop which had
dropped from the tip of his dick as he licked, he got another three strokes
of the cane before being told to finish his work.

He was then ordered to lie face down, and he was lashed to the chair as
Chris had been once before. The governor himself then stepped forward and
took the proffered cane from the guard. Chris could see that this was not
one of the thinner, whippier canes that were generally used. This one
looked to be more than a centimetre in diameter and was much stiffer as the
governor swished it through the air.

He moved beside the lad, and raised the cane. It came down with a heavy
sounding `thwack' onto the arch of the lad's left foot and the lad
screeched in pain.

"Count the stroke, you thieving sod, or I will double the punishment!"

The lad mumbled "one, Sir, thank You, Sir, please may i have another, Sir?"
As best he could through the gag.

The governor raised the cane again and again, bringing it down hard each
time onto the lad's unprotected and tender soles. Only when the lad had
received 25 strokes to each foot and when he was a sobbing mess did the
governor hand the cane back to the guard.

But the lad had no time to recover. Another guard untied him from the
chair, pulled it off him, pulled him up and threw him over the frame where
his ankles and wrists were swiftly pulled tightly apart, leaving his
buttocks stretched taut and apart, his anus clearly visible to those
prisoners near the front of the crowd.

"Stealing is not accepted here, scum. It is one of the most seriously
punished of crimes. We have 30 guards here including myself. This piece of
scum will be moved to the hole tonight, and will remain there for as many
days as takes for each of us to lodge a load of our semen up his cunt. At 4
per evening, I make that just over a week in the hole. Remember this, the
rest of you, when you consider taking things which do not belong to you."

So saying, the guards swung the frame round so that the lad was side on to
the assembled prisoners. The governor strode behind him, stuck his fingers
in a pot hanging from the frame which seemed to hold grease of some kind
and roughly shoved first one, then two and then three fingers up the
thief's exposed hole, eliciting another screech from the lad as he did so.
Unzipping his flies with his ungreasy hand, the governor pulled out his
penis, coated it in grease and shoved it hard and bare into the lad's cunt.
The governor took his time fucking the lad, but didn't make it gentle. He
fucked the lad hard, slowly pulling almost all the way out and then ramming
his thick cock all the way back in to the hilt, the noise of his hips
meeting the lad's sore buttocks clearly visible across the parade ground.
Eventually, he lodged himself firmly in the lad's hole, humping harder and
faster until his breathing became ragged and he clearly shot a huge load of
cum into the lad's guts. He fucked the lad slowly for a while longer as his
passion subsided, before withdrawing. He walked to the lad's face,
softening cock bouncing and dripping cum and slime and, unclipping the
lad's gag, shoved his filthy member down the lad's throat, telling the lad
to make sure he was properly clean. The lad choked and gagged as he sucked
and licked the mixture of semen and his own ass slime of the older man's
cock. Finally, the governor let loose a stream of piss down the lad's
throat, washing away the filth. Pulling out, the governor wiped his cock on
a fluffy towel handed to him by a guard, as the guard who had whipped the
lad for poor posture followed the governor's lead in taking out his cock,
greasing it up, and impaling the lad on his unprotected member. Two more
guards took their turn, until the lad was spent, hanging limply over the
frame, his anus gaping and a mixture of cum, slime and piss down his face.
The lad was untied, the short leash was clipped on and he was dragged away
to the hole.

Ewan was in pain. His buttocks hurt from the caning he had received, his
anus hurt from having been fucked by four different men one after the
other, his cock hurt from humping a rough board and the soles of his feet
hurt from suffering though the bastinado. And now he was hot and
uncomfortable in the Hole. A small corrugated steel shack, one of a number
dotted around the camp, the Hole was really unpleasant. Ewan's sore hole
was being stretched by a large plug which had a spike on one end which was
driven into the ground before he had been impaled on it without any more
lube than remained from the repeated fucking he had suffered on the parade
ground. Chains ran from the rings on the sides of his collar and from the
cuffs around his ankles to the walls of the hut, meaning that he could
barely move at all. He had realised very quickly, though, that they were
not strong enough to take his weight, he couldn't lean into them or they
were in danger of snapping. His gag had been replaced by a short tube at
the front of which was a shallow bowl. This meant that he had no choice but
to swallow whatever went into the bowl, piss, spit, water, cum. Earlier
that day, one of the guards had found it amusing to line his work unit up
in front of the Hole and have them all jerk off into the bowl. The
accumulating cum sat in the bowl until there was enough for it to ooze into
his mouth, so that it was getting cold and very slimy and unpleasant by the
time he swallowed it. The short tube meant that he tasted everything that
came down it - he couldn't swallow from the back of his throat, he almost
had to roll everything around with his tongue to get it down. He had got
past retching, but that didn't make it taste any better. He wasn't sure
what was worst, either the morning when some of the guards would stumble
out of bed and come and let loose their first, strong, dark piss off the
day into his throat, or the times when a guard would get bored and take out
the gag and have him tongue and lap at his crack and anus. The guards never
bothered making sure they were very clean down there, and the heat of the
day made them sweaty as well. It wasn't just rimming their dirty sweaty
holes that he hated, it was the lingering taste left when they replaced the
gag. He almost looked forward to his next drink of piss, at least it
cleaned the taste of arse out of his mouth. He stank of sweat and piss,
when his bladder was full he had no choice but to let loose and piss down
his own legs and into the muddy floor of the hole. He'd only been here 48
hours. He had 5 more days and 22 more guards to take up his cunt before he
would be allowed to get back his `normal' punishment. All for a few
mouthfuls of biscuit dough. Ewan cried quietly in the dark, waiting for the
door to open and the next bellyful of piss to come down the tube.