Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 02:40:36 +1000
From: cperlite@tpgi.com.au
Subject: Victims of Conflict 2

Date 25-4-2000
Victims of Conflict.  (M/M) (M/t) (M/b)
Revised by Ed

Victims of conflict 2

There were no expressions of concern amongst the refugees when they boarded
the trucks because they vaguely understood via interpreters they were
destined for a good home and would be looked after by friendly soldiers who
would be teaching them some military things and a lot of other interesting
things too.  Twenty were put in each truck and the last of them contained a
very special cargo. They were the ones the major general had selected for
himself. They were all teenagers with pre-teen brothers and among them was
a four year old pet on his way to being debauched along with five hundred
and eighty more refugees in other trucks.

Colonel Ben Walker and his batman led the convoy out of the camp in a
Mercedes Benz, previously used by some unknown high flyer in the Nazi
hierarchy. The major general departed separately by air for Innsbruck in
Austria then he had only a short distance to travel across the border back
into Germany and Schloss Weinberg. A sentry on the castle battlements
spotted his Landrover approaching and the temporary commander, Major
Charles Bellamy, the medical officer was informed. He correctly guessed the
vehicle's passengers would the major general and Williams, his batman and
he hurried to the castle courtyard as a one man welcoming committee.

After salutes were exchanged, the major general broke the news to Major
Bellamy who was also gay.

"Ye gods Wally. Six hundred refugees coming here of all places? Is this
some idiot idea from the War Office?"

The major general chuckled. "No Charley. It's the idea of the idiot you're
speaking to."

"But why?"

"I don't think you'll wonder why when you see them. You'll instantly know
why. Every one of them is absolutely gorgeous and colonel Walker and me
picked them out. Don't worry. We thought of you and captain Rowland when we
did it. There's quite a few with big cocks just as you like them and
they're a lot bigger than either of your batmen."

"Well blow me down. Everyone was wondering about the sudden arrival of that
four hundred tons of extra rations. But six hundred! Why on earth that
many?"

"Why not. There's adequate room here for all of them but they won't all be
staying in the castle. Some will have to put up with living in the
barracks. They'll be the ones our chaps don't want to take to bed with
them."

"Oh my! This gets curioser and curioser. Surely you don't think our chaps
are going to suddenly turn around and become homosexuals too at the drop of
a hat? All they ever talk about is women. Day in and day out. It's the only
subject they have."

"I'm very pleased to hear it because that's what they're supposed to be
doing. Why do you think they've been confined to the castle and only let
out to work in the farm? They'll all be ripe as a rotten apple and that's
why they're going to be relieving their frustrations in a refugee's arse
very soon."

Major Bellamy rubbed his chin while he thought for a moment. "Come to think
of it Wally. You're right. This is going to be absolutely spiffing. I can't
wait to have a look at some big cocks. When will they be arriving?"

"If everything goes well. Not tomorrow but the day after. They have plenty
of water but no food, so by the time they get here they'll be starving. I
want to get them fed as soon as they arrive and by the way, did some wooden
crates arrive with the rations?"

"Yes they did. They're marked 'Do Not Open'."

"Are there some smaller boxes there too with the same instructions on
them?"

"Yes there are but they're made of cardboard and don't look as though
they're army stuff."

"Oh excellent! excellent!"

"Any idea what's in them?"

"Yes.The content of the cardboard boxes are a secret for the moment. But
the wooden boxes contain new uniforms for them. I think you'll like them
and they're in all sizes. The trousers will fit them very well especially
the little ones."

"Little ones?"

"Yes. Some of them have young brothers and I asked the War Office if they
could come along too and they agreed."

"Gosh Wally. I believe you could wangle anything. Julian will be happy to
hear that. He once confided to me that he likes them young. He's in his
office with the adjutant. Would you like to see them?"

"The sooner the better Charley. There's lots of organising to be done. You
come with us too Williams."

"Yes sir."

Captain Alexander Rowland, the adjutant and Lieutenant Julian Smythe were
very surprised to see the trio when they entered the lieutenant's office
then they were more surprised and even shocked when they heard the news."

The adjutant clapped his hands in delight. "Big cocks. Oh I'm dying to see
them."

"And so you will Alex. But it's important for me to have a word with the
men. When will they be all here?" The major general was grinning.

"At lunchtime. Those at the farm will be coming back and the rest are all
here in the castle doing chores. So we'll have everybody together in about
an hour."

"Good. I want to give them a run down on things about to happen. In the
meantime, I'll be off to my quarters. Williams here hasn't been having much
attention from me for a while and he'll be feeling neglected. Come on
Williams. Time for a fuck."

"Yes sir."

At lunch time there was animated canversation among the soldiers in the
banqueting hall about why the major general had paid them a visit and many
of them were making guesses as to what was brewing. It was not very long
before they began to find out because he stood up at the officers' table
which was on a low platform at the end of the banqueting hall. He waved his
hands for silence then began to speak.

"It's good to be back here in Schloss Wendhausen and see all your happy
smiling faces. But I'm not the only visitor you'll be seeing in the next
few days. You will be meeting no less than five hundred and eighty refugees
fom Poland, Czechoslovakia and Hungary." A murmer of surpise rose from his
audience and he waited for it to become quiet again."Now these refugees
will be very tired and also hungry because they won't have had anything to
eat for about three days by the time they get here. Arrangements will be
made for them to be fed as sooon as possible and soon after they have had
enough to eat, every one of you will become part of this refugee project."

Now there was a dead silence in the banqueting hall as the soldiers pricked
their ears for what was to come next.

"I know how you're all curious as to how you'll be participating and it
will be like this. I want every one of you to decide on a refugee you would
like to have as an intimate friend. The reason for this is that the War
Office in London thinks it would be a good idea for these people to become
aquainted with our ways and in future become our allies in the event of any
insurrection among the local german population. To facilitate your choice
of which refugee you might desire to become close to, it will be arranged
for all of them to be undressed while you are at liberty to examine any
part of them you wish."

The major general had to pause for longer this time as the initial gasps of
surprise became quiet murmers to each other. Once again he had to hold his
hands up for silence.

"Now, once you have made your choice, you are expected to become as close
and as friendly as you possibly can. Preferably after you have taken him to
your quarters which he will be sharing with you." His next words had to be
shouted because of the noise coming from the soldiers' shocked reaction.

"Has anyone any questions?"

'Sir. You said they will be undressed while we're having a look at
them. Can we look at them close up?" The question came from a corporal.

"Certainly you can. You can get close enough to handle any part of them you
think will be necessary to ensure you will have chosen the right person."

The next question was from a private. "Sir. What if two of us picks the
same one."

"In that case, we'll just have to leave it to the King's Regulations. In
other words, the most senior rank wins."

After a few more questions, one came from another private and it drew
guffaws and gales of laughter from the soldiers. He looked puzzled for a
moment at what was so funny then the penny dropped and so did his jaw when
he realised what he had asked. It was. "Sir. What do we have to do to get
friendly with them after we've got them in our quarters?"

The major general realised by the reaction to the question, the main body
of the soldiers were beginning to think along the lines he wanted them to
think, so his answer was near to the knuckle and slightly oblique. "Well if
you want to get really friendly once you've got him in your quarters. Why
not try his?" At that point the major general sat down to signify the end
of question time and allow the troops to come to terms with what they would
soon be involved in. Conversation in the banqueting hall had reached a
crescendo.

The medical officer, major Bellamy spoke into the major general's ear. "I
didn't major in psychology Wally but by the looks of them, you've got their
heads in a spin."

"Their minds are just starting to grapple with the inevitable Charley.
Their brains are telling them it would be abhorrent to have sex with
another male but their pricks are telling them just the opposite. Once they
catch site of how beautiful these refugees are in the nude, their prick's
will win hands down. In any case, if that doesn't happen, I've got a secret
weapon to finally convince them."

"What is it."

"It's two thousand pairs of ladies knickers made of that new stuff called
nylon. They're in all sorts of sexy colours and have a frilly lace trim on
the knicker legs. It's lucky my brother owns a factory that makes them."

"How absolutely splendid Wally! I must try a pair on. They'll drive my
batman wild."

"They certainly are effective. I took a sample pair with me and got
Williams to put them on when we were crossing the channel in a troopship."

"And how did they look on your batman?"

"Poor Williams got raped the second I saw him in them. Speaking of Williams
I'll have to find him so we can go back to my quarters again."

"Surely not for another fuck already?"

"No. I just want to make sure the place is ready for my own harem. I've got
ten teenagers and ten of their little brothers with them."

"Gosh. It looks as though you'll be in paradise."

"Quite so Charley. quite so."

The major general's luxury suite were originally built for a prince of the
Austro Hungarian empire and it was in a separate section of the castle. It
consisted of an entrace hall, master bedroom with a fourposter bed, drawing
room with a grand piano, twelve smaller bedrooms, great dining hall
furnished with a long table capable of seating thirty and a big kitchen
next to it. The quarters were placed close to the banqueting hall kitchens
for when many visitors came to dine. Food could be easily delivered from
there to the dining hall.

Officers' living quarters in the castle were less opulent but still very
comfortable. They were originally intended to house visiting dignitaries,
while non commissioned officers and other ranks still had similary pleasant
places to sleep.  Altogether the castle was capable of housing the
population of a small town with its four hundred bedrooms and outside
spartan barracks with accommodation for seven hundred men.

"The major general wandered through his luxury suite rooms and checked
everything was in readiness for his harem. His batman followed
him. "There's something important missing Williams."

"What sir?"

"We've nothing to fuck them with. No lubricant."

"I've still got the Vaseline we've been using sir."

"Yes but there's not much left."

"I'll get some more from major Bellamy sir."

"Ask him to give you a box full. We'll be needing it for when the little
ones get fucked by their big brothers so's they'll be stretched enough for
when I stick my cock up them."

"Ooh that would be good to see. How are you going to make them do it sir?"

"With a leather belt if necessary but first I'll be trying to charm their
socks off."

"I didn't see any with socks on sir. Just boots or bare feet is all I saw
them wearing sir."

"That was just a figure of speech for goodness sake. In any case, they
won't be wearing anything while they're in here."

"Wow that sounds great sir"

Williams was not the only soldier already looking forward to the arrival of
the refugees. Many others were starting to be in the same frame of mind as
they coped with having their seemingly ever hard penises pushing their army
trousers outwards. By the time colonel Walker's Mercedes Benz arrived in
the castle courtyard, there was so much anticipation among the soldiers
that word about his arrival flew around the castle like electricity. The
major general was not the first to hear the news because when he appeared
to greet the colonel quite a group of other ranks were already assembled
and waiting."

"Greetings Ben. Where's the rest of the convoy?"

"I knew that's the first thing you'd ask. It's a few minutes behind and I
can't wait for it to get here too."

"How come?"

"Almost three days Wally. Three days and I couldn't do anything with my
batman. Not with that driver in the car."

"You could have had him in your tent at night."

"No fear. The tent was too public. My batman had his own sleeping bag."

The major general tried to look sympathetic. "Hard luck then old boy. Never
mind though, you can try something fresh tonight."

"And I jolly well will. Wait till you see him."

"I already have Ben. We both spotted him at the same time. He's really
magnificent with his wavy blond hair and a fantastic arse. It's one I'd
like to have had but he didn't have a little brother with him."

"Well I'll be having him within the hour because he's in the first truck to
arrive."

"Well as soon as he's out of it. Whizz him off and fuck him."

"That's exactly what I intend Wally but I'd like to see him eat something
first. Ah, here comes the first one now."

Every eye was on the big castle gateway as the first truck rumbled through.
Its brakes squealed when it stopped in front of the major general and the
colonel then the driver and a guard climbed out to to salute the two
officers before going to the back of the truck to lower the tail gate.
Every watching soldier held their breath for a moment in anticipation then
let it out in a gasp when the first refugee jumped out. It was the
colonel's choice of bedmates. A tall blond youth with one of the most
beautiful faces the soldiers had ever seen. He looked around him
uncertainly then smiled when he saw the colonel, then he stretched to
inadvertantly display his perfect body and went to him. The colonel put his
arm around his waist and took him into the banqueting hall. Soldiers were
gaping at the tear in the seat of his ragged trousers where a heavenly
piece of white buttock was showing.

Other refugees began to disembark from the truck and the sight of their
youthful slim bodies and their innocence and good looks sent some of the
soldiers into a frenzy of unnatural lust.

"What do you reckon Sid?" A tall private, Fred Barraclough asked of his
mate standing next to him.

"How do you mean Fred?" The other private was Sidney Banks, the famous
international rugby player who had represented England many times with
flying colours but his fame could not help him to escape conscription.

"You know with one of them."

"I know what you mean Fred but I'll save my spunk up for when I get home to
the missus."

"Bullshit. You're wanking all the time. Don't think I don't know."

The eye of private Banks caught sight of the last refugee being lifted from
the truck. "See that one Fred. He's just about the same size as the
missus. She's real little too."

"Which one?"

"That last kid that just got lifted out."

Fred Barraclough saw the refugee he meant. "Christ almighty Sid. He only
looks to be about six. You don't mean you'd like to slip him a length.?"

"Well if I shut my eyes, it would feel as if I'm fucking the missus that's
all."

"Jeez, if your missus is that small you must've given her a hard time first
up."

"Yes it was fantastic. Her cunt's not all that tight now though but that
kid's arsehole would be I reckon."

"So you reckon you would fuck him then?"

"Have a look at this Fred. That's happened with just looking at the little
bugger."  He grasped his trousers to show Fred how hard his erection had
become.

Fred Barraclough grinned. "Good for you Sid. I wouldn't mind having a young
un meself but not quite that young. And I wouldn't mind touching one up
with a belt a bit first though."

Another truckload of refugees had arrived to replace the first which had
driven away to be parked elsewhere in the courtyard and by now, most of the
watching soldiers had penises in the same condition as Fred's, having seen
what would soon be available to relieve their sexual urges, now at a
dangerous level.

to be continued