Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 05:50:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Munich, 1923

It was after midnight as the man walked down a side street in the
center city.  The collar of his overcoat was pulled up for
warmth... and for anonymity.

The man had tried to resist his compulsion, just like all the
other times.  But when the urge got strong, nothing could keep
him away.  And when he finally gave in to his craving, the
surrender was total and absolute... all guilt banished
temporarily from his mind.  At least he wasn't a homosexual, he
would assure himself.  He despised homosexuals.

Approaching the unmarked door, he glanced in each direction to
see if he was noticed.  Two quick raps of his knuckles on the
door; pause a couple of seconds; then three more quick knocks.
A peep-hole slid open, and then the door opened to admit him.

"Willkommen, mein Herr! Please come in! So good to see you again!
Let me take your coat," said the proprietor.  "You have been away
too long, and my boys have missed their favorite customer."

The brothel-owner made a point bestowing gregarious flattery on
the men who patronized his establishment.  He depended on return
visits and word of mouth to stay in business.  A low profile was
needed since it was illegal to run a boy-brothel in the State of
Bavaria.  He sometimes thought he should move the business to
Berlin, which by 1923 had developed a reputation for debauchery
unrivaled by any city in the history of mankind.  No need to pay
bribes to the police in Berlin, where sexual commerce was a major
industry, carried out openly.  Berlin's erotic entrepreneurs even
advertised in guide books that catered to American and British
sex-tourists, whose dollars and pounds could easily buy any kind
of perversion the human mind could imagine.

But the proprietor was content to stay in his home town... the
competition was less here in Munich, and there were plenty of
families who were willing to send their sons to work in a
brothel, especially now that hyper-inflation had wiped out
everyone's savings.

The proprietor led the man into a lounging area where eight boys
sat on sofas, talking among themselves in bored tones and
listening to scratchy records on a wind-up victrola.  When the
customer and proprietor entered, the talking ceased.  The boys
stood up and assumed various sensuous poses, each lad eager to
earn money that would put food on his family's table the next
day.  They ranged in age from 9 to 16, and their eyes beckoned to
the man... tongues moved erotically across parted lips... hands
brushing suggestively across crotches.  All were dressed in very
short pants that displayed their legs up to the crotch, and each
wore a freshly-laundered white shirt.  Very proper and Bavarian.

"What kind of boy may I provide you tonight, mein Herr?  A pretty
little pixie with a nice tight ass?  How about a young charmer in
his prime who's just beginning to shoot his seed?  Maybe a
handsome older youth with a nice big cock?  Before you decide,
let me show you two boys who are new to my employ since your last
visit," said the cheerful proprietor.  "Hans... Simon... step
forward and display your charms to the gentleman."

Hans was a stunningly attractive 11-year-old blond, wearing tight
lederhosen - the traditional Bavarian leather pants.  The
customer thought to himself that this was the very essence of
Aryan boy-beauty.  The lad unbuttoned his lederhosen and pushed
them down his thighs.   A sharp intake of breath betrayed the
man's arousal at the sight of the perfect little penis and small
boyish scrotum.  Yes; this one was definitely appealing... his
body so white, so soft, so devoid of hair.  Just the kind he
usually chose.   It would be a pleasure to take this one up to
one of the rooms, kiss and fondle him for a while, suck his
little erection until the lad was squealing in the throes of a
dry orgasm, and then give him a glorious fuck.  For a moment, his
mind fixed on the image of himself lying back on a bed while the
slender pre-pubescent boy straddled his hips and rode his cock
like a jockey on a race horse.

But then his eyes turned to Simon... a 14-year-old with dusky
skin, handsome features, full lips, and curly dark hair.  A Jew?
His heart began to beat faster.  Then the boy lowered his grey
flannel schoolboy shorts.  Like Hans, he wore no underpants, and
the customer stared excitedly at the boy's surprisingly large and
exquisitely-formed circumcised penis.  Though flaccid, it was
nearly 5 inches in length.  A slight fringe of dark pubic hair
sprouted above the man-size cock.  Fat low-hanging balls looked
as though they would produce an especially full load of cum.  The
man's own cock came to life in his pants.

A Jew-boy... it had been a while since he'd had one.  Like many
other veterans of the defeated German Army, the man professed to
hate Jews, believing that Jewish treachery had been responsible
for the Fatherland's downfall in the Great War.  But in the
brothels to which he was compulsively drawn, he was as eager to
take an adolescent Jewish lad as he was to choose a young blond
Aryan.  The reason was clear enough to the man.  He had first
been introduced to the excitement of sex, just at the dawn of his
puberty, by a Jewish boy from his neighborhood.  For several
months when he was 13, he played every sexual game that Abram,
his 15-year-old seducer, had suggested.  And he had loved every
minute of it... even when it involved getting fucked in the ass.
Abram had casually cast aside his young sex partner after a time,
replacing him with a Jewish girlfriend.  The man never forgot the
sting of that rejection.  But in all the years since, the man's
masturbation fantasies often fixated on Abram and the things they
had done together.

And now, here he was gazing at a young adolescent who looked very
much like Abram had.  The man's mouth watered at the thought of
sliding his lips around the circumcised cock that dangled at the
boy's crotch, just as he had done so many times for Abram.

The man chose Simon without even glancing at the other boys.
He paid the proprietor 150,000 marks (an inflation-driven sum
that would have been unimaginable for such a transaction only a
few weeks before) and allowed the boy to lead him to a small
upstairs bedroom.

"Undress me, boy," said the man in a voice that almost cracked
from the tension in his throat. "And get on your knees when you
remove my trousers."

"With pleasure, mein Herr," the lad replied with self-confidence,
as he began unbuttoning the man's shirt.  When he knelt down to
unbuckle the customer's belt, he looked up into the man's eyes
and smiled with the look of a brazen seductress, and his hand
squeezed the man's stiffening cock through his pants.  The boy
might be new to this brothel, thought the man, but he seemed
well-versed in the art of pleasuring.

"Suck me," said the man.  He tried to sound authoritative, but
the quavering in his voice betrayed him.  The boy's mouth
enveloped the man's erection in warm wetness.  His tongue danced
over the throbbing cock-head, poking at the slit and teasing the
ridge of the glans, his lips nibbling playfully at the foreskin.
And then his mouth dove down, taking all of the man's stubby
erection in one gulp... then sucked tightly as his lips slithered
smoothly up the shaft.  When he reached the top, he toyed with
the sensitive glans for a few luscious moments, then slid all the
way down the short pole again, the cock-head squeezing
effortlessly into the entrance of the boy's throat.

Simon began an aggressive blow job that was as good as any the
man had ever experienced.  The youth worked the man's cock with
every technique he'd learned in almost 2 years as a street whore
and a brothel boy.  Twists of his head, constrictions of his
throat, and expert use of his tongue provided a constantly
shifting sensual barrage.  While causing the man's cock-head to
rub across the roof of his mouth, or scraping his teeth gently
along the sensitive penis-flesh, Simon approached -- but never
crossed -- the line that separates intense pleasure from
discomfort.

"Ach! Mein Gott! YES!" moaned the man, as his fingers wove
through the boy's thick curly hair.  His hips pumped in time with
Simon's talented mouth as electric chills ran through his body,
and his legs began to tremble.  But just as the man's lust built
almost to the point of no return, Simon pulled his mouth off for
a moment.

"Would it please you for me to drink your seed now, mein Herr?
Your manly cock is such a pleasure to suck."

A professional flatterer like his pimp, thought the man.  But he
appreciated the lad's consideration. Simon could have finished
him off in another minute of sucking.  The man would have been
disappointed afterwards if he had shot his cum so soon, after
having paid for a full hour.  He knew he wasn't the most virile
of men... a second erection would be unlikely before his time ran
out.

"No... enough sucking," he said, gasping for breath.  Then he
motioned for Simon to stand and said "take off your clothes; let
me see you."

The lad stripped nude slowly, posing for the man as he did.
Simon's hands wandered languidly over his slender body, caressing
his nipples, his inner thighs, his round ass.  When the boy's
fingers stroked his penis to full erection - a thick 7 inches -
the man couldn't take his eyes away from it.  Simon had gotten
that look innumerable times since he first took up whoring, just
short of his 13th birthday, when he found that his precocious
sexual development could help support the family.  And he had
long since acquired the knack for reading a customer desires.

"You want to suck it," he said... as a statement of fact rather
than a question.  "Go on; get on you knees and do me."

The tone was almost haughty, and might have gotten Simon in
trouble, but the man responded just as expected... by sinking to
his knees and paying homage to the big, throbbing adolescent
cock.  The man held it in his hand, ran his fingers down its
length, admiring the girth and the smooth tight skin.  His other
hand came up underneath the full balls, weighing and fondling
them.  Bringing his mouth close, he ran his tongue several times
along the shaft, then nuzzled the boy's sparse pubic hairs and
inhaled the intoxicating mixture of soap-smell and adolescent
musk.

Bending the stiff cock outward a bit, the man licked at the clear
fluid that seeped from the slit, then captured the cock-head in
his mouth like a hungry baby at his mother's tit.  It was such a
thrill to suck the obscenely-naked glans of a circumcised cock
(though he couldn't imagine being without his own foreskin).  As
his mouth slid down and his tongue explored every curve and vein,
the man shivered with pleasure and excitement. He was an atheist,
but this was his religious ritual... on his knees, worshiping a
boy's cock with his mouth.  The guilt and self-loathing he would
inevitably feel afterwards were of no consequence while he was
engaged in this act that his mind craved so persistently.

"Ja... suck it... take it deep, Liebchen" purred Simon as his
hands softly caressed the customer's straight black hair.  The
man's senses were inflamed, and his mouth sank lower on the
shaft, almost desperate to have the thick head enter his throat.
He gagged at his first attempt, but returned right away and
swallowed the hot, smooth glans.  The man's neatly-trimmed
mustache pressed against the boy's pubic hair, anxious to take
every bit of Simon's 7 inches.  He stayed down so long that his
lungs burned, and when he finally came up for air he licked at
the flowing pre-cum like an eager puppy.  Then his mouth slid
down again, beginning an up-and-down rhythm.  One hand caressed
the teenager's slender butt cheek; the other hand stroked his own
erection, not caring at this moment that his cock was more than
two inches shorter than the boy's.

As he jacked himself and sucked the marvelous erection, the
customer began to feel another familiar urge, first as a
tingling, then as an itch demanding relief.  He pulled his mouth
off the spit-slick cock and looked up at the boy-whore's face.

"Fuck me," he said in a pleading voice. "Please, Abram; fuck me."

Simon wasn't surprised to be called by a name other than his own;
it happened often enough.  There was no doubt that this customer
liked being submissive, so Simon continued to play the dominant
role.

"Get on the bed... face down... and raise up your ass for me.
I'll give it to you good... just the way you need."

The covers were already pulled back on the bed as the customer
got on his knees and clutched a pillow to his chest.  Simon lubed
his cock with oil from a bottle at the bedside and poured an
extra dollop on his fingers.  The man looked back over his
shoulder as the teenager positioned himself between the man's
splayed legs and brought his fingers to the man's twitching anus.
A single digit slid in and cork-screwed in and out for a minute,
then was joined by a second finger.  The teenager satisfied
himself that the man could take a good solid fucking without
getting hurt and pulled the fingers out.  He teased the man by
rubbing his cock-head around the outer flesh of the man's hole,
which flexed open in anticipation.

"Beg for it," demanded the boy. "Tell me what you need."

"Oh, God!" moaned the man.  "Fuck me! Please fuck me hard! I need
it so much, Abram... shove your beautiful cock in me."

The boy responded instantly, pushing in as the man strained to
take the thickness.   The man grunted with discomfort as the
cock-head popped past his sphincter, then purred with blissful
contentment as the boy began thrusting gently and rhythmically
inside him.  The back-and-forth action drove the cock a bit
deeper with each forward thrust, and before long the entire 7
inches was buried to the hilt.

That's when Simon began to fuck his customer in earnest... in
long, slow, steady strokes... a pace the boy could keep up almost
indefinitely without succumbing to orgasm.  He looked over at the
clock on the bedside table and noted the time.  He'd fuck him for
about 20 minutes, leave some time for snuggling if the man wanted
it, and then get him dressed and out the door just as his 60
minutes ran out.  The boy always gave customers their money's
worth, and often got tipped generously for the effort.

As Simon settled into his smooth rhythm, the man drifted into a
dream-state.  This was his own special paradise... being totally
dominated by a teenage boy... taking an adolescent cock in his
ass and having it fill him completely.  The fact that it was a
strapping Jew-boy who was mounting him added the extra thrill
that came from violating yet another social taboo.  Time stood
still in  his mind, as he shut out everything but the pleasure of
being fucked, long and deep, thrust after thrust after thrust.

He was roused from his ecstacy by two new elements in the
equation - Simon's hand reaching down to grasp the man's cock,
and a speeding up of the boy's fuck strokes.  The man's penis
stiffened quickly as the sheath of foreskin was slid back and
forth over the cock-head, and he felt his lust being raised to an
unimaginable level.

"Ugggghhhhh...."  The man groaned in a voice that sounded in
pain, but the sensations driving it were the total opposite.
As Simon masturbated him briskly, the man pushed his ass up and
back to receive each rapid fuck-stroke.  Guttural noises from
both participants were now filling the room, such that neither of
them heard (or else their minds didn't process) the sounds of a
commotion downstairs.  In quick succession, the boy skillfully
brought the man to a crashing mind-exploding orgasm, just prior
to pumping a half-dozen pulses of hot semen into the man's
spasming ass.

The boy ceased fucking, his cock still deep inside the man and
his hand massaging the last bit of cum from the man's softening
penis.  Just then, the door burst open... kicked in by a
uniformed policeman with a plain-clothes officer right behind.
The boy was roughly pulled off the man and thrown to the floor,
and the customer was handcuffed and dragged out into the hall.

Twenty minutes later....

"So... Adolph Hitler... how very interesting," said the
detective, reading from the identification card he had pulled
from the man's wallet.  "I've heard all about you and your band
of ruffians.  Your National Socialist Party has been growing
lately, Ja?  You have... what?... almost 2,000 members here in
Bavaria?  As it happens, I am actually rather sympathetic to many
of the positions your Party stands for... your disdain for the
Jewish race, for Bolsheviks, and for the traitors that sold out
the Fatherland in the Great War.  Ah, but Adolf!  What are we
going to do with you, eh?  What will people think when they learn
that the Nazi Party's Fuhrer was found in bed with a young boy?
And even worse, that he was getting fucked in the ass by a JEW!
How would that look to your bully-boy comrades in the Party?"

The man sitting across from the detective's desk hung his head in
abject shame and defeat, his long straight hair falling across
his eyes.  Hitler's wrists were still hand-cuffed behind his
back.  His overcoat had been draped over his shoulders, but it
was unbuttoned and he was naked underneath.  To add to his
humiliation, Hitler cringed at the knowledge that his
embarrassingly small genitals were on display to the detective.

He could not have known that this had all been a set-up... that
the detective had strong-armed the proprietor of the whorehouse
to call the next time Herr Hitler paid a visit... or that Hitler
alone among those in the brothel had been arrested.

"As I said, Adolph," continued the detective, "I am somewhat
impressed by your Nazi Party and would hate to see its future
tarnished by an isolated misjudgement by its Fuhrer.  Perhaps we
can work something out so that this unfortunate incident can be
kept quiet."

The frightened little man looked up and straightened his
shoulders, trying to invent some courage where there was none.
He glanced at the name plate on the desk: 'Detective-Inspector
Heinrich Himmler' it said.

"Herr Himmler... what did you have in mind."

"Your party is growing in stature, and I'm told by many
informants that you are a very effective and inspiring speaker.
What your group needs is better efficiency, discipline, and
direction.  I believe that I am the person who can provide those
things, and I propose that I shall take command of the Party.
It will be a quiet arrangement at first, but as the Nazi Party
grows, I will likely choose a more official function.  I think
you can remain the Party's Fuhrer, but I will have the ultimate
say in all matters.  Is that understood?"

A long silence ensued as Hitler's brain struggled to sort out his
options.  He concluded there were none.

"Yes, Herr Himmler," he said at last in a defeated tone.  "It
will be done as you say."

"Excellent!  And just so you know where we stand, I think it
would be appropriate for you to demonstrate your subservience to
my will.  Get on your knees, crawl over here, and suck my cock."
Himmler stood up and unzipped his trousers.  His fat penis
flopped out of his undershorts.  "Come on, you Jew-loving
faggot... get over here and blow me."

Hitler sank down from the chair, hands cuffed behind him, the
coat slipping from his bare shoulders.  Even in this moment of
his greatest shame, however, he felt a flicker of erotic
excitement ignite.  As he awkwardly knee-walked around the desk,
his breathing quickened, and his penis began to stiffen.


The End

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