Date: Fri, 09 Sep 2016 11:35:55 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Tomas the War Hero Part 1

Hi welcome to a new fantasy story. This is set in an apocalyptic future, in
the only place in the world to survive the inevitable holocaust. This is,
of course, fiction, and at no point do I condone any sexual acts between
adults and children. The places and people mentioned are fictitious, though
astute readers may work out the geographical areas mentioned. The story
contains graphical scenes of sex between adults and young boys, as well as
mentioning war time acts such as bombing and sabotage. Characters will be
hurt, and even killed, in the course of the story. If this is not for you,
or if reading stories containing graphical sexual material are illegal
where you are, then please do not read on. The author accepts no
responsibility for your actions in reading this story!

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Tomas the War Hero
by Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Part1, Rescue.


Quietly the boy slipped into the cold water. The thick black grease that
they had plastered on his skin helped him stay warm, and invisible. He knew
that this was a suicide mission, but to refuse, or to fail would mean a
vile and long drawn out death for his sister, at least if he succeeded his
sister would be kept as a slave for the masters. Better to be used in bed,
than tortured to death publicly. He had been taken to one such killing, as
part of his training. One of the boys in his squad, Heinzel, had been
caught taking food from his masters plate,as he took it back to the
kitchen. Even though the master had finished eating, and the food would be
given to the pigs, a slave boy was not permitted to touch it,unless his
master suspected that it might be poisoned, then the slave serving would be
required to taste it, and if the slave suffered ill from it the cook would
be put to death. He had heard of a cook who was roasted alive, and while
still on the spit roast was fed his own cooked penis to eat! The slaves had
eaten well that night, the cook was fat from tasting the masters food
before it was served, however that night a guard had noticed that the cook
did not taste it, which is how he got caught!

The night of Heinzels execution remained burned into his memory, the guards
had known that he, Tomas, was Heinzel's best friend, and had forced Tomas
to eat his best friends testicles from the still screaming body. Tomas had
needed to vomit, and the guards had made him vomit into Heinzel's mouth,
that was, in the end a relief for the doomed boy, he had drowned on the
vomit,and choked on his own testicle, dying much quicker than the guards
had intended!

Tomas now had to swim across the lake and place the explosive charges on
the enemy ship, below the waterline. Tomas had trained for this, but knew
that if he was still in the water when the boat went up he would be, at
best, deafened and knocked unconscious, meaning the enemy would pick him up
and torture him to death. War is no place for a child, but when the warring
adults needed someone small to do a job, who better than a 12 year old boy?

Tomas had a plan, if he held on to the explosive charge then he would die
quickly, and at least his suffering would be over. The other chance would
be to try to hide under the jetties of the harbour, maybe he could find a
hidden spot, above the water and away form the blast?

It seemed to take forever for him to reach the enemy harbour, then he had
to find a way between the nets that were there to stop just such an
attack. He managed to cross the nets unseen, his Masters had told him that
today was a holy day in the land of the Ittak, and the guards would be well
fed and in cups. He saw his target, a great fibreglass hulled ship
bristling with cannon and rockets. As he was about to set off on the final
leg he hears the hum of an electric motor, and a patrol boat came round the
corner, lights moving about, searching for him. Fuck he must have triggered
an alarm!

The reason the Franks had selected him for this duty was, of all the Hun in
captivity he was by far the best swimmer, he could also hold his breath for
many minutes underwater, and he made full use of this skill. As he sank
silently to the bottom of the lake he ran through his mind all he could
remember of the times before the war. His Opa, the father of his mother,
used to tell him of days long past when the lands he now knew were but a
small part of Orope, which itself was split in it's loyalties between
Mercyia and Roosyia. A maniac called Trump had become the leader of
Mercyia, by a strange and ancient process called elections. Trump had been
a man who loved to taunt his enemies,and who believed in the
invincibilities of Mercyia. he said some bad things about the leader of
Roosyia, who was also a mad and evil man, and the 2 of them decided to
fight to the end. The end came swiftly, Mercyia and Roosyia were wiped out
by a Majik call Raydioation, and all that was left was a confederation,
that used to be before our lands started to fight.

The Confederation split into 3 parts, The Hun, the Ittak and the Frank,
though one time neighbours and partners, with the destruction of the rest
of mankind these 3 lands, instead of working together, fought for overall
power! After counting many hundreds the boy slowly surfaced, and saw that
the boat had stopped to wait for him. He would not disappoint and swam
silently behind it. A rope with a fender on it hung in the water, and the
boy rested on this. The lights were once more turned on and scanned the
water for him.

" Deve essere stato un falso allarme ! Torniamo al nostro vino, donne e
canzone!" (It must have been a false alarm ! Back to our wine, women and
song!)  he heard the boatman say. Silently the motor started and he was
towed towards his target. This was good as he would save a lot of time
before the bomb went off, giving him more time to escape! He relaxed and
enjoyed the ride, still thinking about the foolishness of men, to destroy
the world, just because one man insulted another. The boy almost relaxed
too much, his feet being only millimetres away from getting sucked into the
propeller drive.  A quick look around and he saw that the boat was only
about 50 yards from his target, so with a deep breath he allowed the speed
of his tow boat to power him silently down to the floor of the
lake. looking around he realised how lucky he was, the Ittacks had placed
another net close around the target, he was a little annoyed that the
briefing had not included this fact, but since he had been helped past it
by the very people he was there to attack, it no longer mattered to him.

 He swam beneath the target and surfaced beneath the pier. If he placed the
charges on this side the shock wave would bounce back from the walls,
causing more damage. Once done he could easily make good his escape along
the wooden pier supports. He was preparing to place the charge when he
noticed that the support he was on was booby trapped. Good, they would not
carelessly come down looking for him, and would assume that he perished in
the blast, As he slipped into the water he brushed against something in the
water. He froze, hardly daring to breathe. A wandering searchlight provided
him enough illumination to recognise the bullet riddled body of another
boy, sent 2 days previously, on the same mission. Ah so that was why his
mission failed. The timer on the boys bomb was stuck on 30 seconds, meaning
the bomb was fully armed! Tomas formed a plan, he attached the bombs
together to the hull of the boat, and hooked the body of the dead boy to
the pier. With luck they would find the dead boy, and not search for him!
If THAT news got back to his masters his sister would be safe, and would
live as a bed servant to a higher ranking officer, as the sister of a
successful suicide bomber she would be elevated in her position! After
making sure his bomb was still ticking he made his way along the pier out
towards the lake, and possible safety. He negotiated several booby traps
but then came to one that he could not pass. Since to remain there would
kill or seriously maim him, and to swim out was, in the breaking dawn, also
certain death, he decided to try and disarm it. His family had a long
tradition of making clocks and he soon found how to disarm the trap, taking
the trigger and charge with him. He found 2 more such traps, wondering at
the ease with which he could make them safe. Then it occurred to him, the
traps were set to stop incoming visitors, not escapees. With 3 traps loaded
into his canvas bag he made it to the end of the pier. he could see from
below the single guard standing on the end of the pier, bemoaning his luck
at getting the dawn watch. Someone came out of a building and handed him a
hot drink, which he nursed and sipped.

"Cazzo ho bisogno di pisciare , è il sergente in giro ?" he called. (
Fuck I need a piss, is the Sergeant around?)

"Non si è a letto cazzo tua sorella !" came the reply (No he's in bed
fucking your sister!)

 With a curse the guard then went to the side of the pier and proceeded to
piss into the water, leaving the way clear for Tomas to swim out and around
the corner,away from the danger.

Tomas swam underwater as long and as far as he could, gently breaking the
surface more than 100 yards from the pier, on the blind side from the
guards. Swimming parallel to the shore he made good progress back towards
his starting point. After a further 20 minutes he heard the sound he had
been waiting for, a deep rumble followed by a huge explosion. His ears,
well clear of the water, were able to clearly pick up the sound of both
explosions, meaning the first one had restarted the other boys bomb. He
allowed himself one look back, to see huge flames shooting into the air,
and from his view in the water it certainly looked as if the entire naval
base was on fire! Further explosions were heard as the fire destroyed other
boats, and the ammunition stores. He was satisfied with his days work, all
he needed now was to get ashore and find some clothes and some way to clean
off the damned itchy grease. He saw an old church by the water and swam
towards it praying the incumbent was not there at this early hour. He had
just the top of his head out of the water, and was certain that the choppy
waves would hide him from the casual observer.

Tired and freezing cold he made it to the shore, and pulled himself up and
into a hollow tree stump. No sooner had he hidden himself than a bayonet
was pushed against his throat.

"What are you doing here boy?" a man asked, clearly his accent was not
Ittack,nor was it Frankish. Tomas took a chance;

"Ich bin Hun , habe ich gerade dass Ittack Schiff in die Luft gesprengt !"
(I am a Hun, I have just blown up that ship!)

"Wer hat dich geschickt?" asked another soldier, confirming my thoughts
that these were Hun and not Ittak. (Who sent you?)

"We were captured by a Frankish raiding party and made slaves. I was told
to blow the Ittack ship up, or my sister would be tortured and killed."

"You have just finished our mission for us, well done boy! Which Canton of
Hun was your home?"

"I am from Baar in the Canton Zug, raiders came at night and killed the
adults and took the children. I was trying to escape by swimming, the
Franks were impressed by my swimming and I was sent to a school for
saboteurs. The Frank are not stupid, they use Hun kids to attack Ittack and
Ittack kids to attack Hun.

I know where the next attack on Hun is planned, one of the boys in my
barrack was a translator for the Frogs, he told me a lot of what was going
on!

By now I was shivering almost uncontrollably.

"Let's get this muck off you, what is in the bag?"

"I managed to disarm some Ittack traps, I took them to use if I got
cornered!" I told him, and went to open the bag.

"NO, with you shaking like that you'll surely set them off!"

One of the soldiers picked me up, getting grease all over himself, and
carried me into the church. There I got a shock, the priest was nailed
naked to the wooden cross at the front of the church.

"He tried to raise the alarm, so we sent him to is God, it took him 3 days
to die!" one of the soldiers told me, but the man carrying me turned me
away from the dreadful sight, and told the bragging soldier to shut it!

In the back of the church there was a small room with church clothes and a
bathroom and shower. This was where the choir boys changed for their
duties, and most likely where the priest took his payments from the boys
too. The soldier took me to the shower but I was unable to stand so he
stripped off and held me in the flow of hot water, gently soaping my body
to remove the irritating grease. He was shocked to find the metal device
that the my Frankish master had inserted in my hole before the mission, I
had no idea what it was,but he told me, if an Ittack decided to fuck me, he
would get more than he bargained for.

My soldier friend called to another to come and look, and they had me bend
over and spread my cheeks. I tried to insert a finger into my hole, as the
device was hurting a little, but the soldier slapped my hand away.

I burst into tears, just when I thought I was safe I was being abused
again, and now by my own side! "Hush little Tomas" the man said soothingly,
"The bastard Franks placed a booby trap in you, if a finger, or a man's
cock enters you, you will blow up! We will be taken out of here tonight,
and we will take you with us, our best men will remove this abomination,
and you can come and live with me, if you want?"

"I have no one left, except my sister and she is now a sex slave for the
Franks. I wish I could swap with her!"

"We will do better than that, we will raid the Frankish base and free the
kids there, and find who did this to you. If we can we will find your
sister and bring her home too, YOU get to kill the man who took her. OK?"

"OK Sir!" I whispered.

Now that I was clean and dry one of the men, dressed as a peasant farmer,
left the church to search for food, and some clothes for me. He returned
soon with a basket of food and clothes too. I noticed that the clothes were
warm and stiff.

"Where did you get these?" I asked.

"I found a house, the owner is a captain in the Ittack Army, he is in town,
dealing with your little surprise you left them, I took the shopping from
the kitchen and the clothes from the washing line. I locked the family in
the cellar, and warned them that it was booby trapped, so anyone trying to
open it would get burnt alive!"

"No, please say you didn't, there must have been a child my age there,
please tell me you have not put him in danger?"

The men laughed, "No we put up some of the traps that you took from the
pier, they will take hours to work out how to get in there, before they
realise they are inert, the explosives are under a bridge, in case we get
visitors before we got out! We are not Frogs, we don't harm children,
ever!"

One of the men made food, and it was great to eat some real Hun food again,
the coffee he made tasted a little strange, and as I fought to keep my eyes
open I realised he had drugged me.

"Hush little one, we don't want you to cry out in your dreams and alert the
Ittack to our hiding place!" he said as I dropped into a deep dreamless
sleep.

I can remember being lifted onto an electric Helo and we flew off towards
home. My next memory is a warm clean bed, and my soldier waking me.

"Tomas, Tomas! all done, the doctors took the device out and you are safe
again. It will hurt for a while, and you will need nappies,because your
hole had to be stretched to get it out without setting it off. This is the
bomb that was in your hole. If you had placed a finger, or been fucked, or
even had a hard shit, BOOM! you would have been gone!"

I don't know why I but I reached up and hugged him, "Daddy, thank you,
thank you so much!" and the tears began to fall.

The doctor wants you to stay here for 3 or 4 days, and then we will talk
about what happens to you, where you were and what we are going to do about
it!

"No daddy, I want to stay with you!" I begged.

"I can stay here most of the time, and if I am not here then one of my men
will stay here! Anton!" he shouted, and a young soldier came in and
saluted,

"Colonel Metz?"

"Anton, Tomas is as of 16.00 today, my son, I adopted him, so you guard him
with your life, anything he wants he gets, within reason! If you are unsure
you call me. Understood?"

"Sir! yes Sir!"

"Anton, Tomas is to see no one except my personal physician, unless I am
here NO ONE!"

"Sir!"

"He will be chaperoned by one of my party at all times, as well as the
guard outside, so he WILL be safe, or you will be out in the wastelands of
Orope, looking for technology to bring home, I hear those searches often
come back so contaminated that we simply shoot them at the border!"

Anton gulped but he missed the smile and wink that the Colonel gave
me. "Yes Tomas, you heard right, you are now my son, and when we find your
sister, Adelheid, she will be my daughter! Oh and that about the wastelands
is just something we say to make young soldiers like Anton do as they are
told! Just don't tell him OK?"

"No Papa I wont!"

Papa then pulled a strange object from his bag and opened it. It seemed to
have fragile leaves in it and they were covered in black markings. "This is
a book Tomas, it is what the ancients used to carry stories in, before they
had holodisks. Let me read to you!"

"I nodded, unsure of what would follow.

"All children, except one, grow up." he started, "They soon know that they
will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two
years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and
ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather
delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why
can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them
on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always
know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."

The Colonel paused in his reading from his cherished copy of Peter Pan, and
smiled, Tomas was asleep, with the sweet smile of a child, though he knew,
the boy's brain had been harmed, the very core of that boy had been ruined
for ever. the Franks had abused and beaten the child out of him, leaving a
miniature killing machine, and some huge gaps in his self. The Colonel
vowed to rebuild the boy's childhood, and make him whole again.

After an hour of sitting watching his new son he was disturbed by a nurse
who, ignorant of the dreadful things that had happened to the boy wanted to
take his temperature. One strange habit of the Hun'ishe medicine was that
of always taking temperature readings rectally, as well as always
administering pain killers as suppositories.

The nurse acknowledged the Colonel but continued about her duties, checking
the boys vitals. She then lifted the bed cover to insert the thermometer,
and screamed. Tomas's anus was still hugely distended form the operation to
remove the booby trap, in fact a coal miner could easily have inserted his
whole fist, without touching the sides! The scream brought the guard in,
gun at the ready and woke the boy.

"Colonel Metz?" the soldier asked confused, "What is wrong?"

"This woman failed to read the notes about my son's recent operation, and
went into woman mode, screaming at the sight of his injuries. Now my boy is
awake and I am very upset!" He grabbed the medical notes and shoved them
into the hands of the now frightened nurse.

"I'm sorry Sir, I was told to check his vitals, and then give him this pain
killer," she said holding out a syringe and vial.

"Who told you to do this?" the Colonel asked, concerned.

"The attending physician Professor DuJardin."

"He is NOT the attending physician, where is he, and what is in the vial?"

"He is waiting for me in the canteen, he is on a break, and I have no idea
what it was he gave me, as a junior nurse I do as I am told, I don't
question a professor, any more than one of your men would question an order
from you!" She said, showing more courage than she felt.

"Nurse" he looked at her name badge, "Nurse Christa, you will compose
yourself and go to this professor and tell him that you did his bidding. He
will almost certainly ask for the syringe and vial, so we will swap them
over. I will have the hospital go into lock down and we'll see if we can
catch us a spy!"

The Colonel phoned for someone from the Lab to come to analyse the contents
of the vial, and as he thought it was soon found to be a massive dose of
poison An identical vial of a strong sedative mixed with a truth serum was
substituted and the nurse was sent to the professor. 2 plain clothes agents
followed her, one in a wheelchair, looking for all the world like a patient
and his visitor.

In the Cafe the professor was waiting impatiently as the nurse returned.

"Was the boy alone in his room?"

"Yes Professor, the guard outside let me in and I did his vitals. He must
have been badly raped his anus is battered as if a horse had taken him!"

"yes, quite so, did you administer the dose I prescribed?"

"Yes sir, I have the vial and syringe as you requested."

As soon as the nurse handed the professor the vial and syringe the alarms
went off in the hospital, locking down all the doors. Assuming, correctly
that his plan had been discovered the professor took the 'easy' option,
injecting himself with the remainder of the poison. As soon as he did so he
realised that he had been tricked, the poison should have made his muscles
spasm and he should have died within 2 seconds! In stead he relaxed
completely, voiding his bladder and bowels, and knew that he had given
himself a strong dose of some sort of truth serum.



Please feel free to search Nifty for my other stories, mainly in the Gay
Adult Youth section, though my other current story, Dirk, is in the
Bisexual Incest section because there is an incest scene depicted where a
12 year old boy plays around with his 17 year old sister, and their adult
lover.

To search look for the search tab on the main Nifty page and search under
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nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com, thanks, enjoy! Peter Pumpkin Eater