From Fellow POWS to Roommates
Ch. 1:
You're just trying to torment me!
The year was 1954. Duke and Sefton have been roommates since 1945. Sefton had no place to go and Cookie didn't know if Sefton was still alive, so, he chose to move in with Duke. Duke still had his same sour attitude and hostility towards Sefton and made Sefton the brunt of his every insult. Sefton in turn made Duke the brunt of his pranks and vice versa. This time Duke decided to really pull the "ultimate" prank on Sefton. He grabbed a bucket and began filling it with pieces of garbage and rotten apple cores. Then, he made a big pot of oat meal and poured it into the bucket along with green vegetable pudding or "green slop" as he called it, rotten fruit, rancid sour cream, water, and sour milk. Trying to hurry before Sefton got back, Duke placed it above the front door, then, he went off and hid under the table and held the string.
About two hours later, Sefton returned home and just as he stepped inside, Duke pulled the string and pretty soon, Sefton was covered with water, pieces of garbage, green veggie pudding, rotten fruit and apple cores, rancid sour cream, and sour milk. Annoyed and feeling utter disgust due to the stench of the rancid sour cream combined with garbage, sour milk, and rotten fruit, he ran upstairs, got a change of clothes, took his dirty stenched up ones off, and hopped into the shower. Meanwhile, Duke silently laughed and awaited his moment to jump out and laugh at him. Little did he know, Sefton was vowing his revenge on whoever did it to him as he wasn't suspecting it was Duke in the least.
Then, about 30 minutes later, after hard washing and scrubbing and finally coming clean, Sefton stepped out of the shower and in his change of clothes. He then came down the stairs. Now, despite trying his best to stay quiet, Duke let out very loud laughter. Sefton, now knowing it was Duke who pulled that prank on him, stomped his way toward the table Duke was hiding under. Duke continued laughing his ass off. Little did he know or even realize what Sefton had in store for him. The older man pulled the younger man violently out from under the table, not even saying a word. He then took the younger man toward the couch and the older man sat down. Then, soon enough, before the blink of an eye, it was bottoms up because Duke was now upended and on his stomach over Sefton's lap. He was staring at the ground. Soon, his laughter turned into loud protests and wiggling of his legs as he knew he was going to be spanked and due to the utter shock and his hatred of being spanked although he never had been spanked, Duke wasn't going to have any of it and was going to fight and squirm as much as he can. Sefton, who had been spanked sometime during his childhood, knew what Duke was planning on doing and decided to both lock his legs with his leg and pin his hand on his back so that way he couldn't put his hand on his behind to block any striking. Then, before the snap of a finger, Sefton began spanking Duke very hard. Duke's laughter and protests turned to loud yelps within seconds. Duke was utterly confused as he thought since Sefton pulled similar pranks that the latter would find it funny, but, he was dead wrong.
Sefton's annoyance grew more as he began spanking a little harder than before and a bit faster. Duke could feel Sefton's impending revenge engrave itself on his rear and it stung as if there were a dozen bees and a big jellyfish stingin' him at the same time and this was only on top of his pants. After a few more whacks, Sefton pauses, giving Duke the false sense that it is over.
"S-Sefton, please stop!" begged Duke who is obviously in pain.
"Stand it up!" barked Sefton.
Duke, believing it is over and given the false sense of security, gladly does so. "Finally! Thank God!" said a relieved Duke.
"Oh no, it's not over! In fact, this is just the start, Duke o'l boy!" Sefton told him.
"Start of what? It's over! You finally understood it was only a joke!" Duke tells him as his relieved smile slowly begins to disappear.
Sefton folded his arms and stared at him.
"C'mon, Sefton, it was a prank and you need to learn to take a joke!" Duke pleaded in a sassy tone.
"Drop your pants to your ankles." ordered Sefton.
Hearing this commanding-like tone in Sefton's voice and not wanting to risk anything, Duke, very reluctantly, began to take his pants down, but, stopped abruptly.
"What's keeping you?" asked Sefton.
"I won't do it!" said Duke.
"Why not?" asked Sefton.
"It's embarrassing, Sefton and plus, I ain't about to lose my own self respect!" barked Duke.
"Fine, I'll do it for you!" replied Sefton who then began taking Duke's pants down to his ankles.
Duke blushed due to both shock and embarrassment as his pants fall to his ankles and Sefton took his belt.
"We'll need this!" Sefton commented as he threw it aside.
Duke was then lowered back over Sefton's knee and before he knew it, Sefton resumed the punishment.
"Ouch! Sefton, please brother please, let's talk about this like two grown up men!" Duke pleaded.
"What's there to talk about? We already know what we do to each other." Sefton told him as he laid three hard smacks on Duke's behind.
"Sefton, if you're still sore at the prank I pulled then you're being immature!" barked Duke.
"Oh, I'm not only upset about the prank you pulled! No siree, I'm upset at how the way you treat me!" Sefton responded as he gave out ten hard and loud smacks.
"Oh, come on I treat you as if you were Hoffy!" replied Duke.
"No, you don't! You treat me as if I was Price who you and I both find out was the real Nazi spy and yet, you still treat me as if I was and I took it until now!" Sefton told him.
Duke, didn't respond as those words seemingly hit him hard and made him think.
"Well?" Sefton asked while waiting for Duke to respond with either an "I'm sorry." or snappy comeback.
"I didn't realize you held grudges." Duke told him.
"Well, I do and it honestly hurts me to know that someone, who I kind of like as a younger brother, thinks I'm a traitor." Sefton told him with the hurt showing in his voice.
"Oh, c'mon do you have to put a guilt trip on me?! If so, it is not working, Sefton and besides, I don't feel any guilt." snapped Duke.
"I am not putting anything on anyone, Duke. All I am saying is that-well, all I am asking is why. That's all." responded Sefton who then asked, "What do you feel?".
"Relief, that you're not spankin' me right now." Duke said to him with such an attitude.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that I was doing that! Thanks for the reminder." Sefton told him as he resumed spanking Duke and harder.
Duke was still trying to show off his sassy side a little more in order to mask up the pain he actually felt. "This doesn't hurt!" groaned Duke.
"Oh, really?" asked Sefton who then went a little harder on Duke.
"Go ahead! Do your worst! See if I care!" snarked Duke with a lot of sass in his voice, but, he suddenly regretted it because now Sefton was going harder and faster on the smacks.
Duke, realized that he was at Sefton's mercy and that he wasn't kidding around about holding the grudge, but, still thought that since their days in the Stalag and the war are both over, Sefton should let it go and be grateful that he was kind enough to let him live with him when he had no place to go. Sefton, on the other hand, realized that he may have to spank Duke to tears in order to hopefully get an apology and maybe get on Duke's good side, if he had one, but, he also thought that maybe there is more to his anger than what he was showing, but, still Sefton wondered, "Why is he still hostile towards me? He was right there when I revealed Price as the real stoolie!". Soon enough, Sefton paused giving Duke the false sense that the punishment was over, but, it was far from over.
"Sefton, you quit? You've gotten over the prank?" asked Duke who was taking deep breaths.
"Nope, I only paused because I want to see if we're making any progress." Sefton told him as he looked at Duke's rear, saw that they are making progress and continued with, "Oh, yes we are making good progress!".
"Wha-what do you mean by progress?" asked Duke who was starting to get a bit scared.
"Your bottom is getting light red, so, you should know what this means." said Sefton in a sinister way.
"Wh-what does it mean, Sefton? That it's over?" asked Duke.
"No, it means down with these." Sefton told him as he began to slowly lower Duke's white boxer shorts with red hearts on them.
"No! No! Anything, but, that! Please, Sefton have mercy!" Duke begged while trying to cover his rear with his hand and prevent his boxer shorts from going down.
However, that proved to be a bust because Sefton successfully lowered Duke's boxer shorts, exposing his rear end that is a light lipstick red. Duke shivered as he felt a cold draft on his bottom and after coming to terms with the fact that he was literally at the older man's mercy. Sefton, wanting to show dominance over the younger man, pinned his hand to his back, locked his legs with his own, and began spanking Duke's exposed rear end harder than before even making extremely painful slap sounds in the process.
"Owwwww! Oooooh! Oooooh! Sefton, stop! Ouch! Sefton!" Duke yelled as he felt the sting from each smack.
"Duke, do you remember the night when Manfredi and Johnson were killed and you were the first one who both accused me and bet at the same time?" Sefton asked.
"Of course I do and I bet willingly because I wanted to outsmart you and hope that they made it out alright." Duke told him.
"Well remember the next day when I had that egg and you almost beat me to a pulp twice. The second time was because I lit a match off your beard. Do you remember that? Or the day I had that telescope put up and I lit my match on your chest and you grabbed me by the jacket in a violent manner and said I was probably giving off information, remember that?" Sefton asked again.
"For God's sake, Sefton, why are we bringing all of this up?" asked Duke.
"Because I want to give you a little hint on why this is happening and I also want to ask you if you remember holding me down and all of you took turns beating the ever living hell out of me? Remember that? Or do you remember saying you'd slit the throat of that stoolie?" asked Sefton.
"Jesus Christ, you're one to list things out, specify them, and surely never forget 'em are you?" Duke asked him.
Sefton got a smirk on his face indicating that he was getting somewhere or he at least hoped he was.
"Well, you gonna answer me or do I have to keep telling you to grow the hell up and get over it?" asked Duke who desperately wanted this punishment to be over.
The older man ignored him and began going faster and faster on the smacks causing the younger man to begin yelping. "Yes I am one to list things out, specify, and remember them, especially if they were awful, catastrophic, or simply rotten things done to me. Now, I know you may think I am a big baby about things, but, that isn't the case at all, no it's the fact that my own fellow POWs thought I was a traitor all because of what? Because they didn't like me? No, it was because I was trading with the krauts to get small luxuries and because I bet that Manfredi and Johnson weren't going to make it out alive. I tell you it hurts because just moments ago we were all friends until Manfredi and Johnson were killed all because I bet on it and I traded with the enemy." Sefton lamented.
"Well, what'd you expect from us? Not to suspect you? Gimme a break! Also, if you are mad at all of us how come you aren't punishing the others?! Why are you ONLY punishing me?" Duke asked him.
"How come? I'll tell you how come, because the others later apologized to me and aren't being hostile! You, Duke, you're STILL being hostile towards me and let me tell you something, I have taken shit from everybody and I do not intend to take anymore, especially from you! I mean you and the guys were ready to tear me to shreds and now they aren't, but, yet, you still try to find opportunities to." barked Sefton.
"Really, Sefton, really? Are you fuckin' serious?!" Duke snapped only to regret letting that word slip out.
Sefton, shocked at hearing Duke swear, really let him have it by going as hard as he possibly could on the smacks causing Duke to yelp louder, release his hand from Sefton's grip, and put it on his behind in order to cover it, only for Sefton to pin it to his back, yet again.
"Duke, (SMACK!) I'm very much serious and (SMACK! SMACK!) I will not let it go until (SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!) you finally apologize and quit being such a prick!" Sefton told him while gritting his teeth.
"So, I'm a prick now, huh? First, I was a vigilante and now, I'm a prick, very niiice! Well, Sefton, let me ask you this, if I am such a hostile prick, then why did you move in with me? Can you answer that?" Duke asked in a very demanding way.
"Why did I move in? I'll tell you why, because, the others were all taken and had families. Another reason is because I thought you and I were on good terms and could be friends, but, apparently, with your hostility, friendship is impossible. Also, do you remember when you threw that book at me?" Sefton told him.
Duke ignores him and rolls his eyes still hanging onto his belief that Sefton should let it be water under the bridge.
"(SMACK! SMACK!)I asked if you remembered that, Duke? And do you also remember calling me a "crud" or "trader horn"? Do those ring a bell?" Sefton waited for an answer.
"OUCH! Yes! Yes! Yes! Sefton, I see what you are doing, you're just trying to torment me and surprisingly it is working because I am tormented!" Duke was growing annoyed with Sefton. However, it wasn't long until tears sprang to his eyes.
"Torment you? I think I am chastising you, Duke." Sefton began to go at a slow pace with each smack and continues with, "Are you going to apologize?".
"Apologize? I did already!" Duke told him as the tears began to stream down his face despite his hard effort to fight them.
"Oh, really? When was that?!" Sefton laid down six hard smacks on Duke's sit spots.
"OUCH! Remember when I said, "Brother, were we all wet about you." and you said to forget it. Remember that?" asked Duke.
"Yes, I remember that and I remember lighting my match off your beard, but, saying, "Brother, were we all wet about you." isn't an apology." said Sefton.
"It may not be an apology in your eyes, Sefton, but, I acknowledged that we were wrong about you and that right there is enough." Duke told him.
Sefton, realizing that Duke just won't let up, decided to go as hard and fast as he could on Duke's sit spots, making each whack count. Soon enough, Sefton's fury at his roommate/fellow Airmen began to fade as Duke's lipstick red bottom was now turning that of cherry red. Also, Duke had gone from tears streaming down his face to sniffling. Sefton went painfully and excruciatingly harder, making Duke's rear end turn blood red. Duke, in extreme pain, and without a doubt, finally started crying very loudly. Sefton, seeing that he finally got through to Duke, stopped and watched him sob and cry. Duke was never spanked before or so he said, but, now he knew what it felt like and has begun to realize that he has been awful to Sefton. He starts crying super hard. This instantly broke Sefton's heart seeing Duke like this, but, still waiting for the apology, he delivered three more hard and firm whacks, leaving a red hand print.
"Get up, Duke." Sefton told him.
Duke, who was crying and sobbing hard, slowly began to get up with Sefton helping him. "Now, go sit in the corner and think about what you have done." Sefton pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. Duke, went to the corner and yelped as he sat down on the chair.
About 30 minutes later, Sefton began to feel bad that he was harsh on Duke and even brushed a tear away from his eye. "Duke, come back over here." Sefton's fury was gone and turned to feeling bad he did what he did to his former fellow POW.
Duke, immediately dropped to his knees once he is in front of Sefton and continued sobbing.
"Have anything to say for yourself?" Sefton asked him.
Duke's sobs begin to seemingly get quiet as he looked up into the older man's eyes. "I-I'm sorry." Duke dropped his head into his lap.
Sefton, heart broken by seeing Duke like this and beginning to forgive the younger man, pulled him into a hug, allowing him to cry into his chest. "Hush now Dukey, I've got you." Sefton held him tight, rubbed his back, and continued, "Now, what in God's name made you think to spill all of that slop on me?".
Duke was sobbing so hard that he could not get a word in edgewise to answer Sefton. Due to this, Sefton rocked Duke in order to show him that he isn't furious anymore. Duke continued to cry louder and louder, making Sefton feel more guilty to the point of thinking, 'Maybe I shouldn't have spanked him after all, now seeing how he took it. However, he still needed to learn his lesson and realize that he needs to make peace, I mean after all we are roommates and were POWs, but, we could be more than that...we could be friends and maybe blood brothers.' Sefton immediately felt guilty that he had done what he did to Duke, especially making him cry like this. He knew that despite his efforts to show comfort, the younger man wasn't going to stop crying any time soon, but, he still tried his best. Sefton then thought about the blood brothers idea and couldn't contemplate slitting his own arm, but, he also didn't know for positive that Duke would partake in it. 'I mean why would Duke participate, especially after I spanked him? How do I know that he'd forgive me right away? How do I know if his attitude has changed?' Sefton pondered as he looked at the crying mess that was Duke and thought, 'Poor o'l fella! I really gave it to him! He deserved it though, but, still did I have to go that hard on him? Then again, somebody needed to correct his behavior and his father wasn't here to do it!'. Sefton felt a knot form in his stomach as the guilt really began to sink in.
About two or three hours later, Duke had finally cried himself to sleep and Sefton, out of respect, pulled Duke's boxer shorts and pants back up before carrying the bearded younger man to his bedroom and laying him on his bed. Sefton then went to his room and tried his best to fall asleep. However, this was impossible as his impending guilt just ran through his head and stressed him out even more causing him to toss and turn until he eventually found himself staring at the ceiling. 'What have I done?! All I wanted was a friendship with Duke and his attitude toward me to change, but, did I approach it the right way?' Sefton tried to put the guilt out of his mind, but, found that he couldn't simply pretend he didn't do anything. After all, he knew he had to face Duke tomorrow and all he could think was, 'What will tomorrow bring? Will Duke forgive me? Will Duke and I start a friendship? He seems cool when he isn't in a foul mood which is rare of course. Sefton, my boy, just wait until tomorrow arrives, then, you'll see if you're on his good side or not. Then again, how do I know that I'll be on his good side?'. Sefton, full of guilt and stress, got up, went to Duke's room, stood next to his bed, leaned down, and whispered, "Duke, forgive me. I am so sorry." in Duke's ear. Before leaving, he waited for any sort of response, but, to his dismay, Duke was too deep in his slumber in order to give any response, so, he walked out and back to his bedroom. As he got back into his bed, Sefton tried his best to put his guilt in the back of his head in order to try and go to sleep, but, it kept resurfacing.
Finally, Sefton went to sleep in the hopes that when he and Duke faced each other tomorrow things would be different. He hoped for no more insults and no more hostility from Duke, but, instead a changed attitude, making peace, a possible friendship, and maybe become blood brothers since he does love him like he was his own brother. In other words, to Sefton, Duke was the brother he never had, but, he does not know if the feeling is mutual or not. He also doesn't know if Duke will change his attitude toward him, if he'll even be allowed to still live with him, and if there will be a friendship. He may not even know if there was more to Duke's anger than what he was letting on. Maybe there was something dark and disturbing from Duke's past that could be the reason for his pent up rage.
Was there something Duke hasn't told anyone? What has happened to him during his childhood that could explain for his short tempered personality? Will Sefton be the first to find out? What will tomorrow bring for these two roommates who were once fellow POWS of Barracks 4 of Stalag 17?
To Be Continued...