Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 19:58:11 -0500
From: edcwriter@yahoo.com
Subject: CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 9

CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 9

Copyright 2004 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins

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However based on real events and places, "Castle Margarethen" is strictly
fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.  Most of the story takes place in Nazi
Germany during the year 1943. Further, the major characters are members of
the SS, most young, a few older. We explore their motivations and mixed
feelings as human beings for whom the Fuehrer's message was truth. At the
same time, however, your authors would make clear their condemnation of the
Nazi ideology and atrocities committed by the Schutzstaffel (the
SS). Indeed, we condemn ALL organizations, ideologies, and individuals who
do harm to humanity and restrict the growth of the human spirit.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adult males and
male teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands that anything other than safe sex is sheer insanity!


CHAPTER 9

(Revisiting Chapter 8)

After Eugen had cleaned up in the bathroom, he turned to leave.  Kreuze got
out of bed, came over to him in the darkened room, and embraced him.  The
boy felt the Colonel's hard cock probing him through the thin undershorts.
He also felt the tears that were spilling down his cheeks.  They kissed,
but said no more until Eugen approached the door.  "You passed!" the
Standartenfuehrer managed to blurt out.

(Continuing Our Story: Blood and Honor)

"Are you sure that this is accurate, Obersturmfuehrer [SS-First
Lieutenant]?" Colonel Kreuze asked the muddy courier who sat in his office
at daybreak, drinking a cup of coffee.  "One of us lost his life getting it
to you, Herr Standartenfuehrer.  I saw the spot where my buddy died when
his cycle skidded and hit a tree near Potsdam.  Thank God, the packet was
retrieved and it happened close enough to Berlin for them to send me."
Kreuze shook his head sadly.  "Many more will die before this day is over,
I fear.  Go to the kitchen and get some food, Lieutenant.  Do not leave or
say anything of substance to others until you receive further orders from
me...only from me."  The young officer rose.  "Jawohl, Herr
Standartenfuehrer!" he snapped, clicking his heels and saluting before
departing."

Looking out his office window at the three young men who were already
stretching or running, the Commandant returned to the decoded sheet of
paper that lay before him on his desk.  Picking it up, he read it again in
its entirety.

	"Kreuze!

	The very worst has happened.  AH [Adolf Hitler, Der Fuehrer] got
wind of your experimental
	program.  Flying into one of his famous rages - most of which I
think are for effect -
	he summoned HH [Heinrich Himmler, Reichsfuehrer-SS] and asked him
what the SS was doing
	running a 'school for male whores'.  I was standing close enough to
Himmler to touch him
	when he replied the idea had been 'floated' as one way to combat
the poison scare on the
	Russian front.  He swore that he had called it 'disgusting' and
forbade its being
	mentioned again.  Giving him details about the Program - which I am
assured could only
	have come from a person or persons on your staff - AH told HH he
was confident that he
	would 'take care of the problem'.

  	As we know, Brother Rat is much given to 'final solutions,'
especially when his own
	position is threatened.  Several assassinations of SS personnel has
already taken place.
	Within hours of the time you read this, I fear an elite strike
force will have left Berlin
	and be approaching you.  We can assume that he will follow his
usual procedure which is to
	kill everyone connected with the project and raze the site.

	We have been friends for years, my good Colonel.  May I offer my
final advice.  Get
	yourself and your people out of Greater Germany.  Bartok in Prague
might help, especially
	since youre so close to Bohemia.  Schneider in Zurich is still
reliable, though he would
	not be my first choice.  Jules Bergeron in Marseilles would
probably help, but
	the distance is great.  You have the codes.

	It is, I fear, another sad day for German officers loyal to the
Fatherland!

	You will, of course, utterly destroy this message when it has
served its purpose.

	Es lebe Deutschland! [Long live Germany!]
	/Meier"

	[Colonel Kreuze wrote in his diary that he would not identify the
sender "for humanitarian
	reasons."  The code name 'Meier' was the name affixed to the
original document.]

The Colonel immediately shut down outside phone service to and from the
Castle, placed the radio room under the "protection" of guards in whom he
had absolute trust, sent guards to the Castle doors, as well as to the
perimeter of the grounds, and called a pre-breakfast meeting of the Staff.

Within a half-hour, all major staff members, including the Lieutenants who
commanded the Motor Pool and Security Divisions, had assembled in the
comfortable conference room between Colonel Kreuze's and Major Storch's
offices.  After having sent a coded radio message to Karel Bartok (his
contact in the Czech Underground), Colonel Kreuze joined them just as
coffee and pastries were being served.  Allowing them their last few
minutes of "normalcy," he waited until the service had been completed and a
quiet buzz of conversation had just begun.

"Gentlemen," the Colonel began, "I bear very serious news."  He then
informed the staff members that Hitler, misled by a person or persons "in
this very room," had come to misunderstand the deeper purpose of the
Program, that Himmler (in order to conceal his responsibility for the
project) intended to kill all those involved and to raze the site.  They
had to assume a large, elite extermination squad was already on the way.
If nothing were done, they had, perhaps, 5-6 hours to live.

The intelligence he had received was absolutely dependable; his experience
with the Reichsfuehrer-SS indicated that his response was certain.  While
absolutely loyal to the Fuehrer, he could not put loyalty to a MISLED
Fuehrer above responsibility to his men.  Thus, he intended to evacuate all
those who chose to join him from harm's way.  Although they faced certain
death, those who chose to stay - and did not interfere with the choice of
others - would not be harmed.  Until each individual's choice had been
made, no one was free to leave the Castle building.  For security reasons,
outside telephone and radio service was not available.  Immediately
following breakfast, he would call a general assembly of the entire
company.

The atmosphere at breakfast on that last morning at Schloss Margarethen was
deceiving.  The sun was shining through the tall windows of the dining
hall; the thick green grass appeared as seductive as ever; to the company's
delight, the small SS band was playing military airs on the balcony, as it
had yesterday; everyone had passed the first examination...other than one
young man who, unfortunately, had an accident and was thought to be
receiving excellent care.  Relieved of immediate pressures, the young men -
many of whom had enjoyed an excellent pre-breakfast run - were looking
ahead to another day of life, love and, they were finally convinced,
serving the Fatherland in an important mission.  It seemed to be an
auspicious beginning to the second third of the Program.  By design, the
front or staff table was located far enough away from the four student
tables to assure a modicum of privacy.  Today, tensions relaxed, the
students weren't really paying particular heed to their elders.

When the usual feeding frenzy had waned, Colonel Kreuze rose.  After
reporting he had received glowing reports from several staff members about
student performance on the examination, and that Piet was recovering nicely
at the hospital, he indicated that there would be an obligatory general
assembly in the auditorium immediately on dismissal.  When the students
marched in, they were somewhat surprised to find the entire support staff -
other than a small number who were probably on "special assignment" -
already seated.  Quietly, they filed into the block of seats that had been
reserved for them.

"Achtung!"  The entire company snapped to attention and proudly saluted.
The Colonel strode to the podium and returned their salute, whereupon they
sat down as one.  'They're in fine fettle this morning,' the Commandant
thought.  'They've been perfectly prepared for the next stage.  What a
tragedy.'  Essentially, he told them that which he had told the staff
shortly before.  Hitler, misled by traitors, had come to misunderstand the
deeper purpose of the Program. He had actually said they were engaged in
training "male whores!"  (Horrified cries of "No!  No!"  broke out across
the room...from support staff as well as from students.)  Himmler, in order
to conceal his responsibility for the project, intended to kill all those
involved and to raze the site.  They had to assume a large, elite
extermination squad was already on the way. Their time was very limited.

The intelligence he had received was absolutely dependable; his experience
with the Reichsfuehrer-SS indicated that his response was certain.  While
absolutely loyal to the Fuehrer, he could not put loyalty to a MISLED
Fuehrer above responsibility to his men.  Thus, he intended to evacuate all
those who chose to join him from harm's way.  Although they faced certain
death, those who chose to stay - and did not interfere with the choice of
others - would not be harmed.  Until every individual's choice had been
made, no one was free to leave the Castle building.  For security reasons,
outside telephone and radio service was temporarily not available.
Further, their choice of to go with him or to remain had to be made within
one-half hour following dismissal from the assembly. Officers with record
sheets would be available outside the auditorium.

Unlike the earlier meeting, Colonel Kreuze called for questions at the end
of his remarks.  A goodly number of individual rose and stood at attention.
Peder from the Fourth Squad - a young man who, though he had made excellent
physical and emotional progress, was still somewhat timid - asked nervously
if they would be able to return home.  "It will be a while before we can
return home, Peder, but we can hope that conditions will change...someday,"
the Colonel answered quietly.  Leif, leader of First Squad, asked rather
roughly if they weren't being asked to "run away."  Kreuze dryly commented
that he had fought in Poland, France, and the Balkans and, as Leif may have
noticed, wore the Knight's Cross.  Did Leif conceivably believe the HE
would ask ANYONE to be a coward?  (Derisive snickers were heard throughout
the room, and Leif sat down in considerable embarrassment.) Hearing someone
clear his throat behind him, the Colonel turned to see that Major Storch
was standing at attention.  Kreuze recognized him with a curt nod.  For
nearly five minutes, Storch ranted that Himmler had to be given the same
respect as was given to the Fuehrer, that it was almost criminal to suggest
that he would commit the atrocity that had been suggested.  "After all,"
Storch exploded, "I talked with the Reichfuehrer-SS last week and he
assured me of his regard!"  'So...' thought the Colonel.  "We are all loyal
SS soldiers," the Major continued.  "We should wait here until the
Reichfuehrer's detachment arrives and sorts out the problem.  Perhaps
traitors ARE leading our loyal young into prostitution!"  The auditorium
exploded.  In the confusion, several members of the company left the hall.
In fact, subjected to widespread cries of "Shame!" Major Storch and another
man left quietly by a door at the side of the stage.  Clearly furious,
Colonel Kreuze inhaled and spoke to the company in a voice that they had to
strain to hear.  "I tell you this, my soldiers, the ideal is not to die for
one's country.  One LIVES for one's country in order to combat its enemies!
This is the lesson of battle!  You, too, must live in order to serve
Germany!  If we stay here, we die.  This is not loyalty; this is not
courage; this is not even common sense!  After answering two or three more
questions, he repeated that as long as they didn't harm another, they were
free to make their choice.  "You have one-half hour to decide and record
your choice with a clerk in the lobby. Dismissed!"

The assemblage began pouring out into the lobby through three doors at the
rear of the hall.  Noting that there was some hesitation, Kreuze hurried to
join them.  As he approached an exit, he quickly saw the reason for the
delay.  On the other side of the large lobby that stood in the very center
of the Castle and from which various hallways radiated stood a band of
armed men led by Major Storch!  Suddenly, he could hear automatic gunfire
down one of the corridors that led to the radio room.  Spying the Colonel
exiting the auditorium, Eugen turned to hurry towards him.  He hadn't gone
four steps, however, before Storch spotted him and screamed, "HALT, you
bastard Schweinhund!  You're the little queer who stopped me from doing my
duty yesterday...you and your pansy Colonel!"  As he pointed his gun at
Eugen, Kreuze shouted, "STORCH!"  Momentarily distracted, the Major turned
his face towards the voice - and received a bullet from the Colonel's
Luger...right between the eyes.

The Major's followers got a few bursts off - until, suddenly, they began to
fall.  Eugen looked up to see soldiers on the balcony cutting them to
pieces with automatic fire.  Those who weren't lying on the ground quickly
threw down their weapons and raised their hands.  (The new troops were the
BANDSMEN who had traded their horns for rifles.  Earlier, at the Colonel's
command, they had quietly moved from the balcony above the dining hall,
through a connecting door, and onto the balcony above the lobby!  'That's
something I really like about the SS,' Kreuze thought.  Every man is
trained to do what he has to do!')

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(Forward to Brinley-on-Thames, England, November 2004) Will Cross suddenly
realized that he had been yelling his head off as he read Grandfather's
account of the battle.  Simultaneously, he noticed that the hand that held
his hard cock in a death grip was now covered with a large quantity of
viscous goo!  "Oh, oh," he murmured.  At that moment, alarmed by the racket
that had been coming from behind his 13 year old's door, his dad stuck his
head into the room, asking, "Are you ok, son?"  "D-A-D!" his son yelled,
his voice breaking.  Retreating precipitously and closing the door, he
yelled, "Clean the cum off the book when you're finished!"  "D--A--D!"  "I
shouldn't have done that," his father snickered.  "God, the lad is REALLY
growing!"
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Master Sergeant Bindermann hurried up to the Colonel and reported that
Storch's men has assaulted the radio room, but had been repulsed.  "Three
of them are dead...two wounded.  We have one wounded. They didn't count on
our being ready for them."  "Good work, Sturmscharfuehrer!" Kreuze snapped.
"Take one of the medics with you and have him check on the wounded."

In addition to the Major, nine of his men lay dead - two young men and
seven staff members.  (They had lost four men, all staff members, and
another six had been wounded.)  The Colonel walked past the body of
Sergeant Bayer, but he knelt by Olav and Leif from First Squad, bowed his
head for a moment, and then gently closed their eyes.  Eugen drifted over
towards him, a somewhat shell-shocked, even scared, look in his eyes.
Rising, he placed his hand around the back of his love's neck and squeezed
slightly.  "After you get your uniform on, go see Lieutenant Gruber," he
growled.  "Take a half-track down to the hospital and get Piet.  They know
you're coming.  Be careful with him on the way back.  He's still in pretty
bad shape, but we don't leave our men on the battlefield, do we, soldier?"
Eugen grinned, snapped to attention, and saluted smartly.

"Achtung!" the Colonel shouted as he filed his pistol into the air.  "You
have only ten minutes left to get your choices on the registry cards.  Move
it!  And, students, get your uniforms on!"  He motioned to one of the
clerks, saying, "Make sure our wounded get a chance to record their
choices."  When the process was completed, 33 men had decided to attempt
the escape - Kreuze, Sergeants Bindermann, Burmann, and Krupke, the
Courier, ten staff members, and 18 of the 24 boys.  Regrettably, 15 staff
members, including Sergeant Wagner, and four boys decided to stay.  Locked
in one of the cells in the basement, they would have to plead their case
with Himmler's strike force that could not be far away.  The Commandant
could understand their decision - the power of the Oath - but he was
saddened.  Of all of them, he most regretted young Klaus's decision, but he
would not interfere.  Those damned, brave, crazy Hitler Youth...

Sergeant Burmann, Jens, and an armed Security guard took the 19 down to the
basement.  After Jens had won his plea to hug Klaus, the guard locked them
in the large holding cell.  Water and food had already been stacked against
one wall.  On the way back, after telling the guard to go ahead, Karl
stopped, grabbed Jens, and dragged him into a storage room.  "Drop your
damned pants!" he told the wide-eyed youth.  Letting his also fall to the
ground, he lifted the boy, pressed him against a wall, and entered him in
one fluid motion.  For several minutes they joined breathlessly, panting,
passions rising, until their bodies could wait no longer and erupted.  "I
love you, you crazy Dane," Burmann gasped; "I'll love you till the day I
die - and, maybe, even longer."  Responding vigorously, a still quivering
Jens kissed the big man from Hamburg until neither had any breath left.  As
they entered the lobby from the stairwell, the Colonel met them.  In a low
voice, Kreuze growled for Jens to "clean that damned glob of cum off [his]
tunic"...and then grinned affectionately.  "Get the hell out into the
courtyard!" he ordered and rushed away.

Pausing to speak directly with Karel Bartok on the radio, he informed him
that there would be 33 men.  "Good," Bartok exclaimed. "We could have
handled 36 of you at one time.  You have the directions straight?  This
part of Czechoslovakia is pretty deserted these days."  "Yes," the Colonel
answered, "though we may have to use a pretty circuitous route."  "Just be
here before 2300 hours (11:00 pm)," Bartok growled and signed off.  The
radioman said that he'd take care of destroying the equipment.

As Eugen, Piet, and Lieutenant Gruber rolled up the final hill, Kreuze
strode out into the courtyard of Schloss Margarethen.  Stretching in the
sun, he noticed that the men from the Motor Pool had done their job well.
Their half-tracks had already been gassed and loaded with a small amount of
gear, extra gas, and weapons.  Explosive charges had been placed in those
they didn't plan to use.  Staff members and students were already climbing
into the vehicles.  The Colonel paused momentarily to stop by Piet's
stretcher, kiss him on the forehead, and grasp the hand that was weakly
raised.  As soon as he had personally made sure that the stretcher was
loaded gently onto a half-track and secured, the little convoy was ready to
roll.  As they drove down the hill towards a narrow mountain road onto
which they had to turn, they heard sharp explosions going off behind them
at the Castle and saw several plumes of black smoke rising.

Avoiding the few decent roads in the border area, they slowly traveled
southeast before making the final northward climb up onto the Bohemian
plateau and turning back to the northwest.  Inasmuch as the area was
considered reasonably secure and they were driving on little more than cow
paths, the Colonel hoped that they wouldn't encounter a Wehrmacht patrol.
If they did, the chances were that they would not have been notified to
watch for them.  If all else failed, they had 33 well-armed men who knew
how to use their weapons.  'That's not the right alternative,' the Colonel
thought.  Naturally, when it became dark, the journey became a bit more
exacting, but Kreuze realized that he had good directions and, thus far,
they seemed to be working.

After not having seen people - even a peasant - for what seemed to be
hours, the Colonel was sure that they were approaching the area to which
the Czech resistance had guided them.  Passing through a final area of
trees, they suddenly came out on the edge of an open, grassy field and were
stopped by heavily armed men.  After everyone was sure about who was who, a
man who had to be Bartok stepped forward...and the Colonel exhaled.  "Good
evening," he said in accented German.  "Your timing was excellent.  The two
planes should be here within a relatively few minutes."  Kreuze watched as
Bartok's men lit a few flares to roughly outline the landing area.  In the
dark, the planes were on them before they realized it - two big RAF C-47
Dakotas..  "So it's England," the Colonel murmured.  "Yes, England.  I wish
you well," Bartok replied.

Although Kreuze kept his hand discretely locked onto Eugen's collar, the
men were quickly divided and loaded onto the two planes.  Seemingly
somewhat taken aback by so many Waffen-SS uniforms despite their briefing,
the two pilots were somewhat distant.  (Besides, they were Jerries!)
Nevertheless, there were no real difficulties.  Other than Kreuze's Luger
which one of the pilots happily claimed, they did order that all weapons
were to be left behind - and searched the troops as they boarded the
planes.  Bartok, of course, was happy to receive them.  After checking on
Piet, Eugen looked up at his Colonel and asked if "these things" could
really get up off such a small, rough field.  "We are about to find out,"
he was told.  As he held his arm tightly around the boy's neck, a couple of
the men looked at him rather strangely.  'Hell,' he thought, I just lost my
Command' and tugged the young man even closer.  In fact, he defiantly bent
down and kissed the Corporal right behind the ear!  He was almost
disappointed when no one even deigned to notice!  Eugen giggled and leaned
against him devotedly as the two big transports slowly lumbered down the
field and finally rose into the blackness of the night.


(To Be Continued)