Locked Away (GerIta)

Chapter 39

Ludwig sat on his bed, pants around his thighs as he watched the door. He sat back against the wall and stroked himself, hand tightly curled into a fist, just how he liked it.

The German clenched his jaw, watching the soldier shove the naked boy through the door. He raked his eyes over his body and then stared darkly into his eyes.

"Oh, looks like he's actually up and ready for this one, jackin' off and everything." The soldier laughed as he shouted back to his colleagues.

"Get out." Ludwig snarled at the soldier, still watching the boy as he slowly walked over.

The door closed and he stood up, shoving the blonde man against the wall, tugging his hair.

"You're a prostitute." He said bluntly. "That's all they bring me."

"They said you liked whores." The younger man licked his lips and placed a hand on Ludwig's erection.

The German just stared at him, hips jerking forward slightly with every stroke. "You clean?" He breathed out.

The man nodded and Ludwig grunted, "Turn around."

Ludwig placed a hand on the back of his head, keeping him pressed against the wall, and the other gripped his hip.

"Don't look at me." He sneered and enforced the statement by tightening his grip. "Don't."

Ludwig knew better than to ask for a rubber, it'd just get him more time to spend rotting in this solitary cell. They wanted it raw. He also knew better than to fight back, not fuck the prostitute, not "properly" anyway.

The first time they'd brought a man into his cell, he'd screamed and kicked and just ended up beating him to a pulp. He'd cried the first time he gave in to the pressure, realized they wouldn't stop unless he did what they wanted. But it never ended; prostitutes came and went. Ludwig screwed them in every way he could think of.

It was never enough.

So he stopped fighting, remained blank-faced, and did what they wanted. He wondered why they still weren't satisfied and sat, facing the wall while he thought, knocking his head against the cinder block barrier that had seen all the sins he'd committed.

They want a show.

Ludwig remembered that now, as he thrust hard into the male he had pressed against the wall.

They want the madman.

He grit his teeth and yanked the blonde hair between his fingers, listening to the cry seep into the walls of his cell.

They want an animal.

Ludwig let out shallow, rapid breaths as his lungs burned, not enough oxygen. He felt the sweat beneath his clothes and the heat coiling deep inside of him and closed his eyes, moving his hands to the man's hips while his mouth hung open.

And it was all brown eyes and pink lips and a stupid curl that bombarded all his senses as he came, a cry falling from his mouth.

He felt his hips jerk, aftershocks making his muscles clench, breath stuttering.

Ludwig kept the nameless man full, hands still locked onto his body as he panted heavily. He quickly moved a hand to cover the man's eyes as he peered back.

"I said don't look at me." He growled, voice gravelly and raw.

Ludwig pulled out and pushed him towards the soldier walking through the door, sitting on his cot heavily.

"Finally." The guard said. "Fucked him like you meant it."

Ludwig grunted and tucked himself back into his pants. He laid down and placed an arm across his eyes, allowing the darkness to soothe him.

If there was any good left in him, he would've hoped that was enough to get him out.

But that man died when he walked out of a motel door and towards an eternal hell.

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"The Fürher may have died, but I have not, Ludwig." The guard sneered from the open doorway of his cell. "This war may be 'over', but your punishment is certainly not."

Ludwig clenched his jaw and glared at him, eyes burning a hole through his skull.

"Nothing is over until I say so." He shrugged, like he was amused. "And your treatment is not over until I am dead."

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The 7 months of forced sex and prositutes and looking like he meant it would have been the worst if he hadn't strangled the next one they brought in.

This would not have had to come to this if Ludwig just did what he was told. Fucked all the men until the homosexuality was drained out of him, until he'd never want to put his penis in something other than a woman.

That's what they'd told him at the beginning.

So he did because maybe that was his only chance of getting out. But then after he'd done what they'd wanted all along and another blonde-haired, blue-eyed whore was shoved into his cell; he lost it.

The German rushed forward with a scream and wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Crushing, tightening, squeezing.

And then he let go, when the man's eyes went dull and his fingers loosened from around his wrists. It happened so fast, he didn't remember anything except for red. Seeing red.

Everywhere.

Now all Ludwig got to see was the gray ceiling of a damp, cold room as they stuck electrodes to his freshly shaven scalp.

He didn't feel it when his body reacted, everything was buzzing, he felt confused when they stopped, knew what they did, but where was he? Why did he let them?

"Electroconvulsive." He heard someone say, behind him, where his blurry eyes couldn't see.

Therapy, they called it.

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To be continued...