Labour camp

Chris Brown was in shock. He had heard of the new law, but hadn't expected it to affect him. And then he got stopped after an evening out with his mates, was breathalyzed and taken to court for being twice the legal limit. And the court sentenced him to a month in one of the new 'short sharp shock' camps.

Taken out of the courtroom, Chris was taken into a small cell where two guards stood with an older guy sitting at a desk with a computer.

"Strip and put your clothes in there," the older man ordered, indicating a small plastic box on the floor. Chris stared at him in shock, and the man said 

"Strip, or these gentlemen will do it for you."

Chris looked at the guards and, reluctantly, began removing his clothes and put them in the box, looking around the room for the prison uniform he presumed he would be putting on instead. Eventually, he was standing in just his CK briefs.

"Those too," the older man said. 

Chris blushed as he quickly pulled down his pants, put them in the box and awkwardly covered his genitals with his hands. One of the guards stepped forward and pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them.  The second guard then came up behind Chris and Chris felt what felt like hard leather wrap around his throat. Chris realised with a jolt that he now had a collar around his neck. The guard pulled it tight and buckled it, and Chris then heard a click, and realised that a lock had closed, making it impossible for the collar to be removed without that key.

The older man looked Chris up and down. He could see some of Chris's details on his screen: 25, 6'2" tall, dark hair. He typed in that Chris's hair was short and stylish, that he was slim but not muscular, that he had trimmed dark hair on his chest, and a full dark bush of pubes above an average sized penis with fairly low hanging testicles. Chris was now weighed and measured, he assumed for uniform at the camp. Having the guards measure him while he was naked was humiliating, especially when his inside leg measurement was taken and the guard pressed the tape into his groin, grazing his balls as he did so. Finally, the older man seemed satisfied and, to Chris's shock and complete embarrassment, a short chain was attached to a ring on the front of the collar and he was led from the room naked and taken through the thankfully deserted corridors and then out of the back of the court.

Chris was bundled into a waiting van. As he was pushed up the ramp, he could see inside, three other naked young men were already in the van, but they were not sitting in rows like prison transport in films. Rather, they were standing on tiptoes with their hands above their heads, cuffs around their wrists attached to hooks in the roof of the van. Chris's cuffs were briefly unlocked and his hands pulled up and recuffed and pulled tight so he was on his toes as well. The guard ordered Chris to open his mouth, and a hard leather ball was rammed between his teeth and he felt the strap being buckled behind his head. The guards left and the doors slammed, leaving the three young men in the dark.

Periodically the doors opened again and again, and more young men were brought in and cuffed and gagged like Chris until the van was full and the prisoners were crammed tightly next to each other, their naked bodies pressed together.. Finally, the engine started and the van began to move. Chris had no real idea how long they drove for, all he knew was that it felt like forever and that by the time they finally stopped his arms were aching like hell from being held above his head for so long and from being thrown about with the movement of the van. The only consolation was that the van was so full there was a limit to how much the prisoners could move.

The doors were flung open and guards moved swiftly among the cargo, uncuffing and recuffing them and leading them, still gagged, out of the van. Chris's jaw was aching like his arms from being forced apart by the hard leather gag, and he longed for it to be removed and to be able to work his jaw and get some feeling back. He was also embarrassed by the drool that was dripping from the sides of his mouth which he could not control.

He was led from the van to where the rest of the prisoners were standing in a line. The guard  took a short chain which was attached to a ring on the back of the collar of the prisoner in front and, pulling Chris close to the prisoner in front, clipped it to the ring in the front of Chris's collar. Chris felt a chain being attached to the back of his collar and the prisoner behind was attached to his collar. The chains were very short and Chris was pressed into the back of the man in front, and could feel the heat of the man's body behind him.

When all the prisoners had been taken out of the van, a guard pulled on the chain of the prisoner at the front and all the prisoners were forced to jog behind each other, the rough ground hurting their bare feet as they did so, their genitals either bouncing as they moved or, if the prisoner in front slowed down, pressed into the buttocks of the man in front. The short chain attaching Chris to the man in front meant that Chris could see very little of where they were. But he got glimpses which shocked him of naked and collared men around him. Was he going to be kept naked for the whole time he was serving this horrible and unfair sentence?

The line of naked prisoners came to a halt. As they could not see more than the neck of the man in front of them, each prisoner cannoned into the back of the one in front. Chris’s genitals wedged themselves against the man in front buttocks and, to Chris’s horror, he began to become erect. He could feel the genitals of the man behind him pressed into his buttocks and that made him more aroused. He had never been so humiliated as he desperately tried to think of anything to stop himself getting fully erect, but it was pointless and his cock grew and stiffened. The guards were working their way down the line of prisoners, unclipping the chains from each of the collars and roughly pulling the prisoners so that they were facing forward. Their arms were briefly uncuffed and then recuffed with the handcuff chain attached to the ring at the back of their collars. Chris looked surreptitiously down the line of prisoners, thankful that he was not the only one whose penis was erect. He also looked at the men in the line, all were, he guessed, between 19 and 30 in age, and they were all shapes and sizes, from a short skinny ginger guy towards one end of the line, through a gorgeous and muscular hunk to a fat and hairy lad two away from Chris who looked more petrified than the rest. Chris was pleased to see that the hunk’s penis was fully erect like his, a fairly large and thick cock jutting away from his shaved pubic area. Chris counted the prisoners, there were 16 of them in all.

A man in a suit came and stood on a small podium outside a basic wooden shack in front of the new prisoners.

“Right, you fuckers, you are here to be punished, to suffer and to work hard. We have carte blanche to make your life’s hell while you are here. You will get no visits, your family will not know where you are and you will not receive a minute of time off for good behaviour. If you have been sentenced to be here for a month, you will be here for a month. If you have been sentenced to three months, you will be here for three months. And if you are one of the lucky two who have been sentenced to six months, that is how long you will be here. While you are here you will be kept naked and collared at all times, that way you will be easy to spot in case you try to escape. And if you try to escape, you will automatically receive the maximum six month penalty on top of however long you have already been sentenced to serve. And to help you realise that trying to escape is a bad idea, here is an example of what will happen.”

The man waved his hand, and a guard walked round the corner of the shack. He was leading a naked man by a leash attached to the collar around his neck. Chris guessed that the man was in his mid-20s, he was about 6’ tall. He had no hair on his body or head, it looked like veet had been used everywhere as he was completely smooth, including his head and eyebrows. The prisoner was dusty and his knees were black with dirt. His hands were attached to the ring on the back of his collar as were those of all the prisoners watching. Unlike the ballgags that Chris and the others had in their mouths, this prisoner’s mouth was stretched wide by a metal ring-gag, which made him drool uncontrollably as he walked.  Following the guard and the prisoner was a second guard who was carrying a wooden frame. This was set down between the podium and the new prisoners and the guard leading the escapee led him to the frame, unclipped his hands from his collar and pushed the escapee over the rough wood. The two guards cuffed his hands and ankles to the sides of the frame. The would-be escapee’s buttocks were now facing the new prisoners, and the way his legs were pulled apart meant that his anus was visible to those directly behind him.

The man in the suit walked up behind the frame carrying a bag. He reached into it and pulled out a large, black, rubber butt plug. Chris had seen these before, indeed he had had them up his own hole form time to time, but never as large as that. He could see as he scanned the line of new prisoners that some had seen them before and some seemed confused. The man in the suit walked to the front of the escapee and held the plug under his mouth, using the drool escaping from his mouth to wet the plug. He rubbed the spittle into the plug and then moved back to the rear of the escapee. The guards moved the frame around so that the escapee was now side-on to the new prisoners. In silence, the man in the suit pressed the plug against the exposed anus of the helpless escapee. Slowly, but without stopping, he pushed the plug into the prisoner’s hole. Chris could see the escapee’s face clearly, and he was obviously in a lot of pain as his hole was stretched by the plug. Tears began to leak from his eyes and he gasped audibly, which Chris guessed was the moment that his hole closed over the stem of the plug. The man in the suit stepped back and waved his hand again. Another guard came out of the shack, carrying what was unmistakably a thick, crook-handled cane. The man in the suit took the cane from the guard and stepped to one side of the prisoner stretched over the frame. He swished the cane through the air behind the escapee a few times, each time the escapee winced and grimaced. Eventually, the suited man stepped to one side, placed the cane against the escapee’s buttocks and raised it into the air and brought it down with a heavy thud against the escapee’s exposed buttocks. Even through the gag, the escapee’s scream was clearly audible to the prisoners watching.

“What do you say, scum?” the suited man said as the escapee sobbed.

An indistinct sounds issued from the escapee’s gagged mouth.

“I didn’t hear that, scum”

This time the escapee answered more loudly and as clear as the gag would allow,

“One, Sir, thank You, Sir, please may I have another, Sir?”

The suited man carried on beating the escapee and the escapee carried on screaming and then counting and thanking the man. Only after 30 strokes had been given did the suit step back. The guard’s moved the frame back around so that all the new prisoners could see the flat base of the plug between the escapee’s cheeks, cheeks which were now red, bruised and inflamed with the welts from the heavy cane.

Chris felt awful for the man who had just been beaten so badly. He felt even worse because his penis was still fully erect and throbbing. Looking down the line he saw that the other new prisoners were displaying either shrivelled penis from what Chris guessed was fear or a fully erect penis like his. The hunk, the ginger lad and a tall black guy were the only others whose penises were betraying the fact that watching the escapee be punished had aroused them like it had aroused him.

The suited man handed the cane back to the guard and went back to the podium.

“This is what happens to anyone who tries to escape. This piece of scum has had an additional six months added to his sentence, which will begin in 6 weeks time when its original sentence would have ended. It has spent 24 hours in what we call the hole, and will now be returned there for a further 24 hours. It will then be beaten in exactly the same way that it has been just now, and then will return to the hole for another 24 hours. It will carry on like that for one week. I suggest that none of you try to emulate him. Try to escape and we will catch you. If we catch you, you will suffer in exactly the same way that this piece of scum is suffering.”

With the punished escapee left in front of them, the man in the suit proceeded to lecture the new prisoners.

“As I have already said, while you are here you will be kept naked and the collars that you are wearing now will stay locked around your throats until you are released. Each morning and evening you will be hosed down at rollcall, make the most of it, it is the only wash you will get until you are released. You will be fed what we call scum-mash for breakfast and dinner. Other than that you will not eat. Taps for drinking water are around the site - you will be working hard and we don’t want anyone to be unable to work. I would be lying if I were to say that the slave-mash was pleasant. It isn’t. But it has all the nutrients in it that you will need to work hard and stay healthy. 

“You will learn pretty quickly how things work here. The only rules you need to know now are simple. You will refer to all guards and staff here as Sir at all times. When your scum mouths are not gagged you will make no sound except to say ‘Yes, Sir’ to show that you have understood an order that you have been given. You will not speak for any other reason. Any prisoner found speaking to another prisoner will spend 24 hours in the hole.

“It will soon be time for roll call, so you might as well stay there until your fellow scum are done for the day.”

The man walked away, leaving the guards standing around looking at the prisoners.

Chris had no idea how long they stood there, but his arms were really starting to ache now, and he felt that it wouldn’t be a problem not speaking when the gag was removed, as his jaw felt as if it had set solid.

After a while, he could hear, but not see, men forming lines behind the new prisoners. He guessed that they were all in place when the guards began walking along the line behind him removing the gags from each of the prisoners’ mouths. When it got to Chris, the gag was removed and the strap was threaded through the ring on the side of his collar. Once the guard had moved on, Chris moved his stiff jaw, trying to make it less sore. Even when he closed his mouth it felt as if the hard ball was still in place.

One of the guards mounted the podium holding an ipad, and began calling out names. Thankfully, the first few were from established prisoners, so Chris knew that all he had to do was to call out ‘Present, Sir’ when his name was called. Chris tried to keep count of how many names were called, he guessed it was around 80, but he wasn’t sure. When the last prisoner had been marked as present, the guards went to the side of the shack and pulled out a number of hoses. One guard turned a wheel like that on the back of a fire engine, and all the hoses began to gush water. The guards played this over the prisoners before them and the cold water made them gasp and yelp. One of the guards shouted,

“Bend and spread!”

Chris wasn’t sure what to do, but one of the guards walked along the front row, kicking the new prisoners’ legs apart and pushing them down so that their holes were exposed. The cold water poured forth again, with the hoses playing across the exposed anuses of the prisoners causing more yelps and the odd swear word to slip out. The ginger lad swore, and one of the guards grasped him firmly at the base of his penis, pulled him forward, took a leather paddle out of a loop on his belt and laid it onto the ginger lad’s buttocks ten times in quick succession, before pushing the lad back into line.

“Up!” the guard called, and all the prisoners stood upright again, with their legs still wide apart. The guards moved back amongst them, unclipping their hands from their collars and handing them rough towels with which they were able to dry themselves poorly. One prisoner wheeled a cart down the lines and the prisoners threw their towels into it. The guards then clipped the chains back to the prisoners’ collars and they were led away at a jog.

The prisoners were led into a shack like that which they had paraded in front of to witness the escapee's beating. It was made of rough wood and attached all around the walls were metal rings in front of each of which were two rough grey blankets. Each ring had above it two books and a small shelf. On one side of the room were standing a row of 4 metal buckets beside each of which hung torn newspapers hanging from a hook.

The guards unclipped the chains attaching the prisoners together and uncuffed their hands, looping the cuffs on the opposite ring on their collars to where the gags were hanging. The prisoners were told to line up and make use of the buckets. One of the prisoners, a stocky guy with wiry hair and a big flaccid penis protested, and he was dealt with in exactly the same way as the ginger lad had been; the guard took his leather paddle from his belt, bent the naked prisoner over and applied the paddle hard 10 times to his bare buttocks, making the wiry guy yelp and squirm.

"The next one of you scum to make a sound other than 'Yes, Sir' will get 20 swats and 50 press ups. Now, get in line and do your business - you won't get another chance before morning."

Reluctantly, the prisoners did as they were told and one by one they squatted over the buckets and urinated and defecated. Chris could see those who were not used to being exposed at all - despite their nudity, they were still very awkward whilst using the buckets, and some seemed to find it really hard to go at all. Once everyone had used the buckets, the prisoners were told to pick a spot around the room and to kneel beside the ring and put their hands on their heads. Everyone wanted to get as far away from the now full buckets as they could, but when the tall black guy jostled a handsome blond lad who looked, from his floppy hair, as if he was 'something in the city', the guard took his paddle and gave the black guy 10 swats. Unlike the others, the black guy took the beating stoically, just grunting quietly when the last couple of seats landed. Chris was unable to take his eyes off the black guy's solid muscular buttocks. 

When most of the prisoners were kneeling, a door opened at the end of the shack and two prisoners entered. They were both young, probably no more than 20. Both had shaved heads and bodies. One was about 6' 3" and skinny with a very small penis and tiny balls which were shrivelled up against his body. The other was probably average height, but looked short next to his tall companion. He had a bigger penis, which was sticking out straight from his body in slight arousal. Hanging from their nipples was a heavy chain which was attached by what looked like metal crocodile clips to their nipples. As they walked in, Chris could see that both of them had bright red buttocks. They moved to the buckets and as they squatted to pick them up, Chris saw the flat black rubber of a butt plug between each of the prisoner's buttocks. They picked up the buckets, the chains hanging from their nipples rattling slightly as they did so. Walking carefully so as not to spill anything, they carried the buckets out of the door they had come in by. A few moments later, they came back in with empty buckets and replaced them along with replenishing the newspaper hanging beside them.

The prisoners were all kneeling beside a ring, and the guards moved among them, removing the gag and cuffs from the collars and hanging them from the hooks above the ring. The short chains were locked into the prisoners' collars at one end and to the ring in the wall at the other. This left just enough leeway for the prisoners to lie down and turn over, but not to do much else.

"Right, scum, you had better try and get some sleep, you will be up nice and early tomorrow!"

One of the guards flicked a switch and the lights dimmed. Two guards sat in comfortable seats at either side of the shack, as the prisoners tried to find a comfortable position on the hard wooden floor with one blanket underneath them, the other on top and no pillow.

Chris was shattered and fell asleep pretty quickly despite the uncomfortable situation. But he was woken by the lights flashing back on full and the guards speaking loudly. Groggily, he looked around and saw the handsome hunk who had been erect during the escapee's beating being dragged from the hut. The lights dimmed again and Chris drifted off again.

It only felt as if he had been asleep for a few minutes when he was woken by a klaxon sounding loudly. For a moment he forgot where he was, but trying to sit up and not being able to because of the chain attached to his collar brought his situation back to him all too clearly.

The guards moved round the room, unclipping chains and looping gags and cuffs back onto the rings on the prisoners' collars. They lined up to use the buckets again and each was handed a toothbrush with a minute amount of paste on it. After a short while one of the guards instructed them to 'Spit!', and they lined up again to spit the foam out into the full buckets. They were then told to put their brushes on the shelf above where they had slept, to fold their blankets and to kneel again beside them with their hands on their heads.

Another klaxon sounded and they were ordered to line up and were marched out of the shack. When they reached the shack from the day before, two lines of men were already lined up, legs apart and hands on heads. Chris could see as he lined up behind them that some of them had cane stripes on their buttocks, others had bright red bottoms from the paddle. A few clearly had plugs inserted in their arses, and one or two had nipple clamps with that heavy chain that the bucket boys had worn the night before.

Beside the podium were kneeling 5 prisoners, including the hunk from Chris's hut. They all wore the same kind of ring gag that the attempted escapee had worn the night before. All five had their heads bowed and all were drooling freely.

When all the prisoners were lined up, the man in the suit mounted the podium.

"Another day dawns, scum. We have 5 miscreants today. Mr Senior, their crimes?"

An older guard that Chris had not seen before stepped forward and, putting on his glasses, read from an ipad.

"Prisoner Short," the prisoner on the far right stood, burly and tanned with a thick black Bush above a short thick cock, "nocturnal emission"

"Any evidence of self-abuse, Mr Senior?" The suited man asked,

"No, Sir," the older guard replied.

The man in the suit pronounced sentence,

"Two days plugged, Mr Senior."

The burly man knelt again.

"Prisoner Kent," the second prisoner stood, a fat, ugly guy who looked to Chris to be older than the others, "talking back to a guard inappropriately"

"That's an easy one - an automatic 24 hours in the hole, Mr Senior."

The fat guy started to protest, but was grabbed immediately by the biggest of the guards and the inevitable paddle was applied to his already red buttocks before the fat prisoner was pushed back to his knees. The older guard looked again at his ipad,

"Prisoner Lesley," the hunk from Chris's hut stood up, "self-abuse, Sir"

"To climax, Mr Senior?"

"No, Sir, he was caught before he managed to ejaculate."

"Hmm," said the man in the suit, "a first offence and newly arrived, but an example must be made. You scum need to learn that you are not here to enjoy yourselves. Self-abuse will not be tolerated. You will watch as this piece of scrum is milked until dry. Then I think 8 strokes of the cane at roll call this evening and a week in clamps will teach prisoner Lesley to leave his dick alone. And if we catch you playing with yourself again, Lesley, we will lock your dick up so you can't be tempted. Stevens! Come and milk this piece of scum."

A skinny guard came forward carrying a small stool, which he set down beside the prisoner. The hunk looked mutinous, but there was nothing he could do with all the guards around. The guard cuffed his hands and attached them to his collar. Sitting on the stool, the guard began playing with the hunk's penis. It took a while for him to become erect, but when he did the guard began to jerk him off. Chris watched in horror as the prisoner got close to orgasm. Finally, he tensed and his body arched as he spurted out several thick ropes of cum. The guard did not pause in his stroking of the hunk's penis, and the prisoner bucked and writhed as the guard carried on stroking his sensitive penis. Chris could see that some of his fellow prisoners were trying not to look, but he was transfixed as his fellow prisoner suffered and was pleasured front of them all. After a while, Lesley tensed again and some less thick cum erupted. The guard carried on stroking again and Lesley had two more orgasms, producing less ejaculate each time, until on the fifth he tensed and bucked but nothing came out of his now red and sore looking penis. The guard looked to the suited man, who nodded and the guard ceased stroking the hunk at last. He stood up and reached into his pocket, taking out clamps with that heavy chain attached. He pinched Lesley's nipple and attached one clamp, causing the spent prisoner to grimace and wince before the other clamp was clipped onto his other nipple. The guard let the heavy chain drop, causing the hunk to gasp through his gag. As the guard picked up his stool and the hunk knelt back down, Chris watched as his penis began to shrink, and he moved gingerly, as the heavy chain pulled on his nipples as it swung.

"I hope that will help the rest of you remember that self-abuse will not be tolerated. Next miscreant, Mr Senior?"

"Two actually, Sir, Prisoners Garden and Maguire, Sir, talking after lights out."

The two last kneeling prisoners stood, looking very unhappy. They were both young, good-looking and had good bodies. One was Indian or similar, with bronzed brown skin and quite a hairy body. The other was pale and lean, with a body that looked like he swam a lot.

"Isn't it the second time that prisoner Maguire has been disciplined talking?"

"Yes, Sir, he received 30 seats of the paddle and a soaping a fortnight ago."

"That doesn't appear to have got through to him. We will give prisoner Garden what Maguire got before, 30 swats and a thorough soaping at roll call tonight. For Maguire, harsher measures are clearly needed. So Maguire, you will have all your body hair removed, you will perform bucket duty for 3 days and you will be clamped and plugged for the same period."

The big guard came forward again, holding the clamps with their chain in one hand and a smaller plug than had been inserted up the escapee's hole the day before. First he attached the clamps to the pale prisoner's nipples. Like the hunk before him, he gasped and grimaced as the harsh clips gripped his tits and the heavy chain was allowed to swing and pull on them. Like the night before, the guard used the prisoner's drool to lubricate the black plug, before turning the lad around, pushing him down so that his anus was exposed and then, in front of the assembled prisoners, he pushed the plug slowly up the lean prisoner's area. As his anus closed around it, the prisoner sighed loudly.

The prisoner was told to stand, and the guards led all those who had misbehaved away. 

“I tell you every morning, scum, that we will not tolerate misbehaviour and we will punish it severely. You are here to learn and to learn fast. Mr Senior, the work duties?”

The older guard stepped forward, called a guard’s name and began calling prisoners’ names from his iPad. As he called each name, a prisoner left the lines of roll call and lined up in front of the guard. The new prisoners walked more gingerly as they slowly got used to being barefoot on the rough ground, while the more experienced prisoners walked more easily. Those prisoners whose nipples were clamped or who had plug’s up their arses also walked more gingerly, the clamped prisoners trying to stop the heavy chain moving about too much.

The groups were different sizes by the time that all the names had been called. Chris was the only new prisoner in a fairly small group. The guards clipped the collar chains to each of the prisoners and then chained them together as they had been before. Chris’s group was led off at the jog which was now becoming familiar to them. They jogged quite a long way, coming to a halt outside one of the shacks quite some way away from the place where the roll call had been carried out. Beside the shack was a small metal shed. The guard unclipped each of the prisoners’ chains and ordered them to kneel and put their hands on their heads. He then moved among them, fitting the gags back into their mouths, reminding them that they had no need to speak anyway. When all the gags were in place, he walked away from the group and opened the door to the metal shack. Chris was shocked to see that kneeling in the shed was the escapee from the previous night. The heavy chain and nipple clamps were still attached, and his hands were behind his head without being attached to his collar - he clearly had to ‘choose’ to keep his hands in place, rather than being able to relax and use the chain to hold them in place. There was a chain from each side of the prisoner’s collar which held him in place in the middle of the shed and, although Chris couldn’t see it, his ankles were cuffed and chained to the back of the shed as well. The ring gag that the prisoner had been wearing the night before had been replaced by a thick rubber gag which had an attachment on the front of it, a small rubber bowl which looked rather like the bowl of a bird bath, but much smaller. The guard unzipped his uniform trousers, took his cock out of his flies and began pissing into the bowl. Chris knew that there were ‘no holds barred’ in these camps, but he was really quite shocked to see that this prisoner was being used as a human urinal. Chris could hear the urine filling the bowl attached to the prisoner’s gag, and the slurping noise as the prisoner swallowed. Occasionally the guard ‘missed’ the bowl, pissing over the prisoner’s face or body. When he had shaken the last few drops of piss over the prisoner, the guard put his cock away, zipped himself up and shut the door of the metal shed with the prisoner inside.

Once he was done, the guard approached the prisoners again and, telling them to stand, he started putting them through some basic physical exercises. The prisoners had to do 50 press ups, 50 situps, 50 squats and 50 burpees. Being fairly fit, most of the prisoners didn’t find this too taxing, but a couple of the less fit one were really struggling. Although he was fairly fit, Chris wasn’t used to this kind of exercise and he and a very handsome black guy were the last two to finish the exercises.

“Ah,” said the guard, “we appear to have a draw for today’s special prize. Brown and Hunter, we need to make a decision between you.”

The guard thought for a moment and then pointed to a tree that was standing on its own about 80 yards away.

“Ok, scum, you will sprint to that tree, go round it and sprint back. The first one to kneel and kiss my boot will be off the hook. Clear?”

The two prisoners mumbled ‘Yes, Sir’ through their gags. And Chris wondered why they needed to make a decision between the two slowest.

“Ready, set, go!” The guard yelled.

Chris was at an immediate disadvantage because of his bare feet not being conditioned for running on the rough ground. It was also uncomfortable running naked, his genitals bouncing about as he ran. The motion and nudity also began to make him get hard, and he noticed that the black man was in the same condition. He almost managed to catch the other prisoner, but the black guy put on an extra spurt of speed and managed to drop to his knees and plant a kiss on the guard’s boot moments before Chris reached him.

“Well done, Hunter, you get to go and fetch the chair and the board for young Mr Brown here.”

The black guy stumbled to his feet and headed at a trot to the shack. He came back carrying a wooden chair and a piece of hardboard. He put the board down on the ground in front of the guard and the chair beside it, before rejoining the rest of the prisoners kneeling where they had been waiting while he and Chris had their race.

“So, Brown, the prize for coming last in our exercise session is a mix of pleasure and suffering. When did you last ejaculate?”

“At the weekend, Sir,” Chris spoke as clearly as he could through his gag.

“Excellent. So the game here is for you to cum like the dog you are.”

Chris was confused and the guard looked at the other prisoners,

“Stuart, get on the board and show our new boy how he needs to perform.”

One of the youngest prisoners came forward, he looked as if he was only days older than the minimum age for the labour camp programme. He had a handsome face, floppy dark hair, prominent nipples and a long, flaccid cock with a trimmed bush of pubes above it. He walked to the piece of hardboard that the black prisoner had put on the ground, knelt beside it and then lay face down on it.

“So you see the position that you need to adopt, Brown? A nice, neat body position, hands flat on the ground beside you, knees apart, feet up and together with the soles upwards, penis pointing away from your body. Is that clear, Brown?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chris responded through his gag.

“Right then, back in place, Stuart, and get in position, Brown.”

The young prisoner got up and trotted back to his place, and Chris moved over to the board and tried to copy his position. His penis had become fully erect as he watched the young lad on the board. It was very uncomfortable pushing his engorged penis back under his body.

The guard walked around Chris,

“Head up, scum, hands. And spread your knees and get those soles pointing skywards! That’s better, Brown. Now, you hump that board until you're scum dick spurts its juice. And make sure you keep your head and feet up at all times.”

Chris thought that the trip from the court was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced, being naked in that van with those other men had been awful. But now he was going to have to hump a board in the open air until he came. Chris began humping the board as he had been told. It would have been far easier to get the release he had to get if he had his erect penis under his body rubbing between the board and his stomach. With it pointing towards his feet there was not a lot of friction and every time he got anywhere near close to cumming a tiny movement of his body would release the necessary friction and the moment would be gone.

As he bucked and writhed, the guard shouted at him if his posture varied from that which the other prisoner had demonstrated. It was not comfortable to have his neck stretched up and his knees rubbing against the board. It felt like forever until Chris finally really did reach the point of no return, but once he did he gave in to the feeling as he came, the pulses of pleasure coinciding with the spurts of cum from his penis. Chris was embarrassed but horny to realise that he was also getting off on having to do this in front of the group of the rest of the prisoners. The orgasm subsided and Chris’s awareness of his predicament came flooding back in.

“Right, Brown,” the guard said, “ I hope you enjoyed that. Now you need to clean up your mess.”

Chris got to his knees and looked back at the pearly spunk now on the board and then looked round for what he should use to clean up.

“Oh, I am so sorry, scum, I forgot,” the guard said in a sarcastic voice, walking up to Chris and unbuckling the gag from his mouth, “All you need to clean up is your scummy tongue. Get on with it.”

Chris was mortified now, having orgasmed any thought that this situation was erotic or arousing had evaporated and he just felt dirty and pathetic. He manoeuvred himself so that he didn’t have to look at the group of prisoners whilst he licked up his cum, but the guard ordered him to move himself so that he was facing the group instead. The cum was cooling rapidly and whilst Chris had swallowed other guys’ cum on many occasions, he rarely swallowed his own and never before in such a humiliating situation. The guard watched him cleaning up the spunk from the board, making sure that Chris didn’t miss any of his mess.

When the guard was finally satisfied, he picked up the chair that Hunter had brought out with him. Chris noticed now that there were leather cuffs attached to the top of each of the legs of the chair.

“Right, scum, back down on the board,” The guard said to Chris.

Chris lay back down and the guard lifted the chair up and placed it over Chris’s body, with the seat more or less directly over his buttocks. With sharp barks of ‘arm’ or ‘leg’, the guard cuffed Chris’s wrists and ankles to the chair.

“Get me the cane, Stuart.”

Chris couldn’t see much from his position prone on the board. His arms and legs ached as they were tightly bound to the chair.

“I am not going to lie, scum,” the guard said, “This is going to hurt. But hopefully it will encourage you to do better with your exercises next time. As you saw your colleague locked up in the hole do last night, you will count each stroke, thank me for it and ask for another. Any play-acting or hysterics and the beating will go on for longer. Take your punishment as if you were something approaching a man and, maybe, by the time you get out of here, you will be.”

The next thing that Chris heard was the swish of the cane through the air, followed by a sharp pain coursing through the sole of his right foot. Chris couldn’t help but yell out, as it felt like a tongue of fire had licked through his foot, but he tried to remember to take it properly.

“One, Sir, thank You, Sir, please may I have another?” Chris spat out as quickly as he could.

A second stroke of the cane landed in exactly the same place as the first, causing Chris to yell even louder. He was definitely going to try harder at his exercises tomorrow...