Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:14:35 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: BOYOGRAD

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of
Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff
and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

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This is a stand alone ONE OFF. I did envisage a series but it never
happened and now, never will.





BOYOGRAD



1 - Dr Grimm



by




G. Cutter

Narrated by: Karl, a German student.




I looked at my new pals and smiled, night was falling and now the street
lights were on things looked a little better. The scruffy streets, the even
worse buildings, the place was a hell hole but the fall of night covered a
lot and the boys were appearing. I suppose I should say here that my name
is Karl Muller, I'm fourteen and I'm German... that's all you need to know.

There seemed to be teenage and subteens coming from the woodwork now the
night was almost on us, there were even a dozen or so in the dilapidated
wired off playground. The ones not in the playground or still in their
squats were raking around on the streets either looking to pickpocket or
sell themselves and yeah, you read the last bit right. This was the so
called red light district of Boyograd and the girls or skanks would be out
later.

'A good haul tonight,' Ivan spoke in a mishmash of Russian and German. 'The
troopers will be out with their van, the dreaded Doctor Grimm will be on
the prowl.'

'Fairy stories,' the third boy an African youth of around sixteen sneered.

'No lies, black boy,' the Russian snapped back in the Eastern Eurospeak
they all used. It lead to confusion and not a few laughs but at least we
could communicate and the factory quarter of Boyograd was very
cosmopolitan, even communistic in the better sense of the word. Far more so
now that the last rulers had left and the area had reverted to a nominal
independence. Boyograd was on the Sea of Azov, the eastern Azov and in the
old days had a reputation for holidaying party members letting their hair
down. A fair few of these people happened to be gay as the proximity to
warm sands and Crim a short flight away had brought refugee kids and
migrant youths from all over the old Soviet Empire. Now that was gone but
they still came. Boyograd was run by a militaristic mafya that had seen the
way things had gone and saw the opportunity to go one better. The Christian
right were witch hunting boy lovers and especially lovers of younger boys
in the west and now in the freshly liberated old Soviet subject
states. Some of the more western of these countries were now clamouring to
join Nato and Euroland and naturally enough they had to get their houses in
order. Boy pornography was being driven underground and so were boy
prostitution rings. No so in Boyograd. The ruling politicos and their
military mafya sidekicks had seen the opportunities and taken them. They
took charge of stray boys. It was as easy as that, they had the money, they
had the premises and most importantly they controlled the army and
police. Boyograd was the new Sodom and Gomorrah on the Azov but private
enterprise was discouraged. Once a boy, teen or subteen or even a youth was
on the books he was trapped. He was treated well, accomodated and fed but
he was expected to 'go gay' and in a big way. No girls and no steady
relationships. If they were lucky enough to find rich clients amongst the
tourists they may get lucky and get out of it but many enjoyed the
life. All they could drink and eat, comfortable if slightly spartan
sleeping quarters and all the sex you could handle.  Of course there was
always the chance of becoming the pet boy of a senior officer or mafya
boss. Any reluctance to indulge in the offence that dare not speak it's
name was overcome by Doctor Grimm.

From what I'd had been told Dr Grimm (and what a name that was) was the key
man in the organisation, he, with his cadre of Control Officers and Cadets,
kept the boys in line and this was through the use of subtle aphrodisiac
drugs. Not street drugs as, apart from cannabis they were banned but Viagra
and variants which kept the boys permanently on heat. They consumed it in
their food and drink and if they flagged he injected them. The kids didn't
care they just wanted sex, then sex and after that more sex.

I had been living rough for two nights in a squat and had got the broad
outline of things from the local Russian boys and the scattering of
Euros. I was German and looked on myself as a new European which meant I
didn't give a toss about nationality or loyalty, I just wanted a buzz and a
quiet life. If I had to do it with a few dirty old men, so what. Ivan and
Dieter had told me I would be in great demand by other boys, I suppose I
was pretty but also butch or so I thought, a good mix, a versatile boy. To
prove their statement they'd tried to gangbanged me on my first night with
them and I'd reciprocated giving as good as I'd got and I've got to add
Ivan was a good shag both ways.

However, Ivan as the titular bossboy had decided food was running out and
tonight was a deliberate attempt to be picked up by the Control Officers or
Polizei as they were still called. It was common knowledge that they did a
sweep each and every Wednesday and Saturday for new recruits. Their depots
and officers were know to the boys but it was always good business to seem
disinterested rather than marching upto their place and volunteering. Why
put yourself down.

A black limo drew up down the street a little as if the driver was on the
lookout.

'Heavy,' the black boy commented.

'Mmmm...' I was starting to get bored and I wondered why Ivan was giving up
on going solo and Deiter seemed to have done a runner. I was randy and it
seemed so was everyone else. I'd been chatted by three street kids already
and these were just layabouts just after a kiss and cuddle. They both stank
and I swiftly gave them the elbow, at least Ivan and myself made the effort
and managed a shower in cold water and I'd brushed my long red hair. I knew
it looked girly but I didn't care, once I started fucking people they found
out that even at the tender age of fourteen I was all man.

A red sports car drove up and I thought my luck had changed but it was only
a guy with two women of all things asking after a hotel. My Russian wasn't
that hot, Ivan was propped against a wall and refused to move so they gave
up and drove off, We were on our own again.

'Warwick Avenue,' I spelt out the street sign. 'Sounds foreign.'

'English,' Ivan laughed. 'All the streets have foreign names
around... supposed to make the tourists feel at home.'

'Jesus,' I grinned. 'It's a dump and I'm getting bored..'

'Never mind,' Ivan moved in. 'If we don't get lucky we have each other,' he
ran the back of one finger over my flat belly exposed by my short wife
beater. 'You are so nice,' he whispered.

'Not to bad yourself, Russki,' I grinned.  'Who's the other kid?' Ivan had
managed to attract a third companion only this one was shorter and looked
almost a child. 'Semyon, Ukrainian kid.'

'Hi, Semyon,' I leant around Ivan, gave the kid a smile and a wave.

'Dobry den,' the boy smiled nervously.

'That's hello,' Ivan explained.

'Right, I knew that.' I laughed but turned around as I felt movement behind
me and the large black limo I'd seen up the road drew up at the kerb. There
was silence and Ivan and myself tried to see through the tinted windows in
the rear but could see nothing.

'You boy's in employment?' The driver got from the car and held his hand
out. 'Papers,' he quickly flashed a badge and returned it to his pocket. It
could have been anyrthing even from the local joke shop if Boyograd ran to
one but Ivan promptly produced, Semyon and I followed his lead.

We all mumbled a negative to his question whilst he checked the various ID
cards even young Semyon's and he was barely a kid. The driver cracked the
rear door open just an inch and I was sure he said: 'Russian, Ukrainian and
German' in English. He turned back to the us.

'Get in, you will be looked after you are now under protection,' he spoke
in the normal Russian Euro mix and at least Ivan and myself realised what
had happened when the man had mentioned 'under protection'. We'd been
swagged as part of the Wednesday sweep but possibly by one of the big
wheels. Well, this is what we'd wanted and after a glance at Ivan I
clambered into the back of the pretty flash motor, no crap Russian junk
here.

'Sit, you...' The man in the rear of the car spoke to me and patted the
seat alongside. He waved Semyon and Ivan into the fold up seat backing onto
he driver and they were off.

'I am Doctor Grimm,' the man spoke out of the dark and that was
it. 'You..?' He pointed a finger to each of us in turn and was given a name
although little Semyon seemed on the verge of passing out. 'Never fear,'
the doctor reassured us as the powerful car shot forward.

A mere five minutes later the car drew to a halt and the doctor got from
the car telling Ivan and Semyon to stay in Russian. He held the door open.

'Gekommen mit mir,' he spoke to me and I hesitated. In the outside light
the doctor looked emaciated, even skeletal.

'Go with him,' Ivan whispered. 'He's the top man.'

I took my courage in my hands. This was a beginning and I had to start
somewhere but dear me, this guy was a mess even dressed in bow tie and
evening wear, he looked like death warmed up.

'Don't be frightened, little Karl,' Dr Grimm. 'You can do well with us.'

As one of my English friends used to say back in Germany: 'A nod was as
good as a wink to a blind bat' which didn't translate very well but caused
the Britkid endless amusement.

I left my friends not with misgivings but we all had to paddle our own
canoe and I felt there was safety in numbers, too bad, I was now on my
own. This wasn't a civilised Germany this was the Wild East, we were just
about in Asia for God's sake.

'Make yourself at home, Karl,' the doctor waved me to a leather sofa and
had a good look at me in the light. 'Charming,' he smiled. 'I shall get you
some wine and we can mingle.'

I smiled politely. I don't know where he'd got the 'mingle' from but I was
soon to find out. He returned in a few minutes with a tall glass full of a
pinkish red wine which smelt nice and tasted nicer, he was obviously
stripping down for action as he'd disposed of his dinner jacket and if
anything looked even more boney, he was like a wire coathanger on legs but
he was so nice to me.

'Nice,' I drained the chilled glass. 'What is it?'

'It is a grenadine, a child's drink but you can have a proper wine if you
wish.'

'Yes please,' I fed him an even nicer smile. If I had to go through with
the unmentionable I might as well get tanked up although the grenadine had
left a very comforting glow in my belly... and I was popping one. Bloody
amazing. Here I was on my ownsome with a freak and I was sporting a
hardon. Now if it had been little Semyon... I groaned, that thought hadn't
helped, I was now rock hard.

'Here you go,' he handed me another glass and he did believe in large
measures but this time he knelt between my legs and bent into kiss my bare
belly and I felt his hand fumble at my top button on my jean cutoffs. 'So
nice,' he purred as he lapped at my navel and then down my exposed lower
belly until my raging hardon popped free. 'Excellent,' he tugged at my
shorts and I realised he'd fed me the drug the other boys had talked of. I
was so bloody hard it was unnatural, I even had a beading of the white
stuff on the tip oozing from the pee slit which he licked clean as I made a
little whimper. He sat back and removed my shorts totally leaving me
naked. I'd dumped my underwear some days previously so the disrobing didn't
take to long. 'Remove your halter and socks,' he instructed. 'I shall be
back in a moment.'

I complied assuming by halter he meant my cutdown vest. God knows what was
in the sex mix but I was so hot, I was as hard as a rock, even my arse felt
needy. I needed someone in there massaging my prostate and someone sucking
me to death. I was a mass of sexual wants, I even felt I needed shagging
and that's a rare one for me. I did say rare, not unheard of by the way. He
was taking his time so I had a wander around his room having a look at his
paintings and ornaments, niothing really headspinning there but I noticed
he had the South Park crew displayed in a glass case . Perhaps he had a
sense of humour and with a body like that he needed one.

'Karl,' he called and I span around and what a sight for sore eyes. I tried
not to look shocked but he was in some sort of a loincloth and he really
did look like a skeleton in bandages. I averted my eyes and floppped back
into the sofa to see what was next on his list. An easy one that, he knelt
between my legs again and proceeded to give me a super blow taking me right
down into the back of his throat. He was good but if he got a lot of
practice why not. He slid one hand under me and pentrated me with a pre
oiled finger and with the other hand nipped of my nads so that I couldn't
squirt.

In the end he sat up and also flopped down onto the sofa and I didn't need
a script. I took his boney old cock in my mouth and gave him as best as I
could. He wasn't long or fat but he was bloody hard and he had quite heavy
balls. 'I'm ready,' he whispered and bent over to kiss me.

In the end and after what semed to be a lifetime he tugged me up and hugged
me. I tell you now, skeletal or not I would have absolutely tore into his
skinny rump but he sat on the sofa and tried to settle me onto his lap. I
knew what he wanted and after a load of buggering around I felt his skinny
boner pierce my ring. What a bloody let down, my Ivan mustered more than
this guy but keep the punters happy as my English pal also used to say. I
absorbed him and he gave a silly old man's giggle as I settled on his cock
and squeezed on him as he gave little pushes up into my body. He was
fucking useless so I put my hands on his knees bobbing up and down taking
his hot meat time and time again. He held me by the hips and he was
remarkably strong, he was lifting me up and down although I was helping but
he was going faster and faster and I felt a tremedous heat shoot up my cock
and I shot a massive squirt that went over onto the carpet a good metre
away.

'Aaaah,' I settled on his spike and felt his surge and throb in my
gut. God, I've never felt a cum like it in my life. It seemed to go on
forever and as I settled onto his throbbing meat I laughed and wriggled my
bum. He finally dried up gave one final thrust and I came again, another
massive squirt over the carpet and I felt the stuff trickle down my
shaft. 'My God,' I moaned feeling his spunk oozing from my hole and down
onto his root. Now that was a shag and I didn't care if it was with a white
haired old man, it was a good one. I squeezed my softening cock and more
oozed from the tip over my knuckles. I licked them clean, sod it, it was
mine.

'Excellent, Karl. You can get off me now,' he chuckled and I slowly and
carefully withdrew from his spike whick was going flaccid which was more
than mine was. Christ, I was still horny, I was up for more rumpy pumpy but
it was early. Even through my hyper sexual haze I didn't want to spend the
night with him, there was a whole town load of boys and young men out there
but then again, he was the boss.

'Best squirt I've ever done,' I admitted shamefaced. 'Sorry, it went on
your carpet.'

'No matter,' he laughed., 'Come into the kitchen, I have some towels.'

'Right,' I replied and tagged along behind him feeling my fanny wet with
his fluids, a toilet would be a better idea but he was the boss as I've
said.

He mopped me between my cheeks and even span me around until I was propped
against the table and gave me a couple of sucks but that was all. He poured
more wine but this time it was straight from the bottle so as a mark of my
gratitude I got between the table and him and brought his wrinkled old
dingus back to life but as he was getting into it and I must admit I was
getting worried about him having a heart atack he pushed me away. 'Enough,
Karl. Enough,' he pushed me away harder as I was glued to his cock and as
he did so his driver walked in and I got a decent look at him. It was a bit
embarassing being caught in the act but I was past caring... I was so
bloody horny, suck or fuck, I'd settle for either.

'I'm going to shower and change, Sasha,' Grimm looked at the man as he
stood there and so did I. This guy was probably early twenties and built
like a tank. Jeez, he looked big and my cock twitched as I thought about
what he might have inside his dark serge trousers. 'Karl is peaking,' Grimm
smiled. 'Perhaps you'd like to help him out... take your time.'

'Thank you, Doctor,' Sasha smiled and did a little bobby bow like Grimm was
JC on wheels and perhaps he was.

'I'll leave you to it,' Grimm leant over and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. 'You're a good boy, Karl.' he patted me on the head like a schoolkid
and got his skinny shanks on the move.

'So, Sasha,' I looked at this guy feeling a damn sight more confident than
I felt. 'What did he mean by the peaking remark.'

'It happens,' he replied. 'When you have the drug initially your body goes
haywire, you'll be mad for sex all night tonight and then you'll stabilise
tomorrow.  'We'll have to find you a compatible young sleeping partner for
the night.'

'What about now?' I croaked.

'Now...' he grinned and moved in grabbing me around the waist and gluing
his lips to mine. 'Now you serve, Sasha.'

'Good,' I quivered as I felt his strong hands on my bottom and his lips on
my neck. I could feel the outline of his hardness inside his thick
trouserrs and he was one up on Herr Doktor, this Sasha was a proper man.

I dropped to my knees and fished it out, when I finally got it out into the
light I goggled, it was a solid chunky seven inches of Russian cock and I'd
feel it, I thought my Ivan was meaty but this guy and I guessed he was
barely twenty if that was tops. It was so hard and so hot and I struggled
to get my mouth around it's girth. I wanted it so hard in me but was
scared, I was used to doing it with boys and youth, not bloody cart
horses. He played with my long hair as my head moved to and fro. 'Don't
make me cum,' he murmured and pulled me up for another kiss only this time
he turned me so that I rested with my hands on the table with my legs
slightly parted. The perfect position for a knee jerker I reckon and he
must have thought the same.

I put my forearms on the table and shuffled my bum out so that I had a nice
solid stance and he fingered me. I must have been pretty slick as still
fully clothed he virtually lay on me and I felt his bulbous glans press
against my pucker. One hard shove and I nearly screamed as I felt the damn
thing stretch me and then it's hot mass began to move to and fro sinking
deeper and deeper. He held my hips and started to move faster and faster
until he was shaking my body with his thrusts and his cock felt like a
bloody great salami up my arse and he was so bloody hard.

'He was right,' he gasped. 'You are fantastic,' he reached around and
started to wank me as he shagged and I lost it. I just closed my eyes and
enjoyed his thick cock spear into me time and time again. As last he
groaned and slammed into me wanking me like mad as he cum in thick meaty
squirts. I wriggled back on his jerking cock and felt myself go yet
again. This time I felt as if I was being drained. My cum seemed to go on
forever and went under the table apart from what went onto his hands. He
straightened me up still inside me and hugged me tightly wiping his spunky
hands on my belly and offering his hand to my lips. I had no shame, I
licked his hand clean and then slowly withdrew from him and dropped to my
knees sucking his cock clean of his spunk and my juices. He ruffled my hair
and pulled me up for another kiss, this one we shared with our joint
fluids... dontcha just love German dirty.

I finished the wine off as Sasha stood there sorting himself out and the
dreaded doctor arrived.

'Let's go.'

'What about my clothes?'

'Don't worry about them, it's a warm night and where we're going you won't
be the only one naked..' That was it, I felt like I was off up the yellow
brick road but no Emerald City at the end. I suspected we were off to the
boss place, head place or whatever they called it. I might even see my
friends but I really had no idea, I just decided to drift. I was woozy with
the wine and I was still hard and it would not bloody well go down.

We went back outside and it was warm as he'd said, if I'd been out slutting
the streets I'd have only been wearing the wifebeater and other kids would
have been barechested so walking around in the bollocky buff with a bloody
great hardon was a bit surrealistic I suppose but I was past caring. I
settled into the plush interior of his limo and he pulled me onto him and
guided my hand down to his crotch. Jeez, Skeletor was hard again. I giggled
and attacked his fly, I was getting a taste for his wrinkly soup now, with
a bit of luck I'd find something a bit younger before the night was out.

'Take the round trip, Sasha,' he called through to our driver and then slid
the glass partition shut and drew the little curtain. 'Sit on me,
Karl. Like earlier.'

Man or mouse? If I'd have been a man I'd have told him to take a hike but I
carefully impaled myself of his warm hardness yet again... I must be a
bloody rodent. Funnily enough it was quite nice driving around God know's
where with the distinguished Dr Grimm up inside my gut slowly fucking me as
the car bumped up and down. With my efforts to move my body up and down on
his shaft, I felt as if I was in a misty dream. Everything seemed so
unreal, even his cock inside me ceased to register, perhaps I fell asleep
which would be a hell of a thing to do in the middle of a shag. The one
constant and that was my cock, it was still solid and his soft hand grasped
it and worked it up and down. In the end he muttered something and I felt
his warm spurts shoot up inside me and I clamped tightly as his hand moved
faster up and down my shaft. I did my usual but this time he was prepared
and wrapped a cloth around the end of my cock as it throbbed and squirted
another monster cum. I don't know what drug he was using but it must be a
Viagra variant, I couldn't work out where all the spunk was coming from, my
internal cum factory must be on overtime but it was nice. The sensation of
ejaculating is nice, doing it inside someone is even better and I wanted a
fuck. As I remembered my Bible I was committing the sin of Onan time after
time. Anyway, I liked the sensation of a warm body under me and being
plugged in to get all electrical about it. A warm body, smooth boyish or
youthful skin, sweet lips and the pressure around your
hardness... heaven. Even just laying with a cutey smoothy was a turn on but
then again things always came around to letting the boy have me or having
the boy, pretty good either way as far as I was concerned.

By the time it was all over we drove into a courtyard of a bloody great
building and I tailed the good Doctor like a puppy and a naked puppy at
that still with a stonking stiffy even after all the cums. I was a bit
embarassed when a uniform opened up for us and greeted the doctor and gave
me a grin but as I followed Grimm down corridors and through rooms we kept
bumping into more uniforms, some in red tunics and the occasional
boy. These were all naked and all sported stiffies but the amazing thing
was that no one took a blind bit of notice, I saw a couple of the uniforms
groping boys and in one instance a naked boy on his knees giving a guy a
blow.

'We shall go to the surgery, one of the ones you came here with is being
difficult,' Doctor Grimm looked at me and frowned. 'Not your fault, Karl,'
he added.

'Which one?' Doctor.

'The older boy, the Russian.'

'Ah, Ivan.' I risked a question. 'How is the kid, Semyon?'

'The small one?' Grimm laughed. 'He will do alright, I should think one of
the Cadets will entertain him or maybe the other way around.'

'Cadets.'

'Red coats... too many questions, Karl. All will be explained
tomorrow. Come.'

Off we went again and down some stairs this time to a half glassed door
with a couple of signs on it, Surgery, Red Cross, First Aid... you know the
sort of thing. Grimm fished a key out and opened up and we went in.

Jeez...

Ivan was laying on an examination table and this crop headed kid was
standing on the same table shagging down into Ivan and going like a pile
driver. I felt sorry for Ivan although we weren't the closest of
friends. He was moaning and groaning begging this other kid to stop but the
fucker was having none of it until Grimm called out and I rushed over.

'Kranski... Leonid,' Grimm called out and the guy doing the plugging
stopped and slowly withdrew from Ivan who flopped like a dead fish on the
table. Kranski, I suppose, a slim but well muscled kid maybe fifteen or
sixteen jumped from the table and stood to attention.

'Doctor.'

'At ease, Cadet,' Grimm took the scene in and watched me as I comforted
Ivan who looked to be in a right state, annoyed that is more than
hurt. 'What's the problem. It is Leonid isn't it?'

'Yes sir,' the kid nearly saluted. 'The subject, Ivan G. Pulagov, Russian
national, aged fourteen...'

'Yes, yes,' the doctor flapped his hands impatiently. 'Get on with it.'

'He doesn't want to know, sir.'

'What's going on?' I whispered to Ivan as the doctor drew his little thug
into a corner for a natter. The 'little thug' was rather nice as an aside.

'I was sent down here with him to get a drink or something. I reckon it was
just to split me from Semyon but here I am and this prick is trying to
stuff some weird juice down my throat. I told him to sod off and he just
said we had to have sex...'

'And?'

'I said that I wasn't in the mood, I liked him alright but I couldn't turn
it on and off... maybe later sot of thing...'

'And?'

'He's gone fucking potty, got undressed, made me get undressed and then set
about me and finished up getting his shag after all,' Ivan concluded a bit
lamely. 'He's a bit on the rough side and my arse is as sore as hell... at
least he hasn't cum yet and he's been shagging like a maniac,' he suddenly
giggled.

'He will now,' I predicted as I saw the doctor hold a syringe up in the
air, squirt to clear and then swiftly jab it into his soldier boy's
rump. Soldier boy, easy wasn't it. The doctor had called this kid Cadet and
there were a pair of jackboots on the floor and a red tunic with black
uniform trousers hanging up on a stand. I wasn't a detective but I did have
eyes, anyway, I'm German, I've got a thing about boys in uniform. 'Come on,
calm down,' I gave him a kiss and he nuzzled at my neck probably finding me
a friend in need.

The Doctor called me over and this Leonid kid returned to Ivan in a much
more laid back mood but Ivan was still playing hard to get. The Doctor
fished out his skanky ol' dick again and the geriatric dickhead was hard
again. Fuck it, I dived and had a suck... as I said previously, I was
getting a taste for it. Soldier boy had spun Ivan around and had him bent
over the table and was licking and sucking between Ivan's cheeks but it
wasn't working on Ivan, he'd got past the stage of foreplay. Ivan had a
dose of the stroppies and he was keeping it going, I don't think he really
cared if he got thrown out onto he street or not he was that annoyed.

'I'll sort this out,' Grimm gently removed my head and after fiddling
around with another syringe walked over two the two non loving lovebirds
and grabbed Ivan by the shoulder. 'If you wish to stay with us you must
have this general purpose health injection and that is a must. Your
choice.'

'That's the same as you gave Genghiz Khan here?'

'No, Leonid's was a booster, this is the initial.'

'Have you had one, Karl?' Ivan looked at me for help with this one.

'Yeah,' I lied although what I'd drunk certainly wasn't a generalhealth
injection, I felt the doctor give my shoulder a gentle appreciative
squeeze.

Ivan shrugged and the doctor moved in quickly pronging my ex mate. You'll
note the ex there, Ivan was going to be a pain in the arse and I'd learnt
too much in my short time with the doctor.  The driver Sasha was good and
now the dishy Leonid was giving me the eye... no way was I going to get
involved with Ivan, he was a loser.

'Ouch,' Ivan giggled and shuffled about awkwardly rubbing his bum as the
doctor took him over to the medicine desk, the hillarious thing about all
this was that Grimm's prick was poking out of his trousers all the while
but I saw Ivan give it a quick feel.

'You are nice, Karl.' Cadet Leonid Kranski had acted like a good soldier
and moved into an attack mode. His hand cupped my balls and he smiled at
me. I just smiled back and put my hands on his hips and pulled him into an
embrace feeling our stiffies sliding up between our bellies. He was bigger
than I was in inches but who was counting, it's how you use it and what
cums out of the end that counts.

'I like you, Leo,' I whispered as he kissed my neck and moved me back
against the examination table.

'Whatever you like you get,' he kissed me on the lips and pushed me back so
that I slipped up ont the smooth plastic covering. I looked over to see the
doctor escorting Ivan into a side room and Ivan was now sporting a real
hardon, he'd be alright.

'I'd like you very much, Cadet Leo,' I snuggled back onto the plastic and
raised my knees. He grinned and he didn't miss a beat. He moved in and lay
me back pulling me forward slightly so that my bum was in line with the
edge of the table. He then lay on me grinding his hot cock against
mine. 'Carl Muller, German national, aged fourteen.'

'Excellent,' he grinned and kissed me. 'Would you like me to be your
buddy.'

'I thought you were,' I laughed feeling his hardness slipping against mine,
we were both precuming and it felt nice as our joint erections slid
together between our bellies. 'You can't get much more buddy than what
you're about to do, buddy boy.'

'It's fixed,' Doctor Grimm's voice came from the other side of the
room. 'Take an hour, I shall be occupied. I heard the door close and
assumed Ivan was walking the company walk and talking the companytalk, so
was Leo.

'Fuck me, Leo,' I whispered as he stood upright and I felt his swollen cock
nudge against my pucker. He'd have no problems I was well used and slick
but he did have a nice meaty one for a kid and I sighed with satisfaction
as I felt him gently take me. He wasn't doing an Ivan, he was being slow,
kind and gentle and I loved it. I groaned and moaned and swivelled to full
length on the table and he clambered up still in me. He grinned and kissed
me again as he moved in and out sinking his fat stiffy in me deeper and
deeper. It was glorious and so was he, I reached out and clamping my legs
around his waist grasped his firm muscular bottom as he slowly pumped me up
to heaven. I didn't care if I did squirt under his loving attention,
there'd be plenty left to do him later on.

We slipped and slid around on that plastic as we got sweatier and sweatier
but Leo kept going, no limpy noodle this time, he was as hard as a rock and
I could feel the rim of his glans and every single vein in his beautiful
cock as he plundered my bum good. He was very practiced I noticed in some
sort of a fog, he was nice and slow, kissy kissy but not too much and he
gave a yummy corkscrewy twirl at the end of each thrust which got my nerve
ends all atingle. Towards the end he deliberately slipped free and then
took me again so that I felt I was being taken time and time again which I
suppose I was. I did cum halfway through spraying his chest with my creamy
and still thick spunk and it dripped onto my chest as he laughed and fucked
all the harder. In the end almost melting in our own sweat he rammed in for
the last time and he hugged me like a baby Russian bear and his young man's
cock sent gout after gout of his hot juices into my well battered bum.

'God, that was so good,' he exhulted shaking his head splattering me with
sweat but I didn't care I could feel his still hard cock moving on a
coating of his cum and it was great. I dropped my legs and we lay belly to
belly stuck together by my messy juices and his penis till hard and hot
lodged up in my bum. I knew it wasn't going to go down for a while and that
pleased me, it really did. He grinned and made vague fucking motions into
my flooded hole.

'They say Krauts can fuck up but they can't fuck,' he whispered in my ear.

'Really,' I moved my head and grabbed his ear in with teeth. 'Kake it gack,
kake it gack, conny cunt.'

'Ow, you bastard,' he struggled and then got a fit of the giggles as I let
go. 'What's a conny cunt.'

'A commy cunt, you stupid, thick, loveable and eatable Russian you.' I slid
off his cock feeling his slime trickling down my thighs. I held his
slippery penis and kissed it's still drooling end lapping at the
overflow. Jeez, this kid was sexed up and there was more to come. 'Go
doggy, Stalin.'

'Alright, alright, I won't call you a Kraut if you don't call me
Stalin... or conny cunt,' he added with a grin.

'Done,' I agreed. 'Come on,' I whined holding my hardness and waggling it,
with a bound he was down the other end of the table crouched on all fours
and presenting his smooth bottom for his horny little Kraut boy.

I was down there right after him and with all pride on hold I parted his
cheeks and saw his little rosebud peeping at me. I spead his cheeks further
until his little ring was tautly exposed and took my first lap, it was OK,
a bit funky and a bit sweaty but not disgusting or anthing like that. I
lapped and probed with my tongue until he moaned at me to get on with it
which I did. I grinned, I had him begging now and pressed my almost solid
glans at his little backdoor and pushed into his sweet heat and
tightness. God knows what secrets these kids had but if they constantly
shagged they kept their bits in good working order. He was as tight as a
ten year old not that I'd ever fucked with a kid that age but he was as one
should be. Very tight and he moaned and groaned which did my ego the world
of good as I slowly and tenderly filled him with my fleshy love until I
felt my pubics press against his soft bottom.  I had said he was well
muscled and he was but in the doggy everyone is nice and soft and as I
began to fuck he slowly lay on the blue plastic and opened his legs and I
got inside them digging and thrusting into his internal heat.

'Yeah, yeah. Go for it Karl,' he hissed pushing his bottom upwards onto my
thrustings and I did... I went for it. We were slippery and sweaty but
fucked like a pair of rabbits on heat, I could feel my juices bubbling up
and rammed into him like a lunatic, my first fuck of the night and I was
going to enjoy it or die in the attempt.

'Yes, yes, yes,' I grunted as I nailed him again and again. When I finally
came I think he's squirted onto the table beneath as he grunted and his
cheeks clamped on me sending me over the edge. I rammed in for the last
time and stayed in deep and hard. I felt my cock swell and get so hard I
thought it was going to burst and then the searing spurts and squirts. I
felt four at least and by the time I was done my penis was coated in it's
own spunk and I lay there sheathed in his cum filled gut.

'Alright?' He muttered.

'Fantastic, Leo my man.' I snuggled into the sticky mess and kissed his
neck grinding still harder into his soft squishy boy fanny. I was in love,
I was also shattered. I wondered what happened next but was awoken from my
daydreams by the voice of authority.

'Cadet. Get your buddy cleaned up and join us for some supper.' It was Dr
Grimm and a very subdued Ivan although I noticed that he had a full blown
hardon all the same. When he saw me looking at him he gave me a little
scowl. That was good enough for me, I could get by without Ivan. I slipped
free from Leo and he sat up quite unconcerned like having a love-in
interrupted was routine.

'Come on, lover boy,' he grinned at me and Grimm and towed me off through
another door which led into a well appointed but rather hospital like
bathroom. 'Have a clearout...' he looked at me and giggled. 'A true buddy
has no secrets and what goes up must come down.' He was right, I sat on the
toilet and it felt like my guts fell out in one go. Funnily enough I didn't
feel ashamed or shy, Leo just took it all in his stride so why not me, as
he'd said we were 'buddies'. I don't know how far that little word extended
but I was determined to find out.

We went back intot he surgery after the quickest of spash arounds at least
our dickies and bumholes were washed even if we were a bit stinky with
sweat but Leo said we could catch a shower after eating and believe it or
not that was beginning to be a problem for me at least. I hadn't eaten
since the morning and my belly was beginning to rumble, you just couldn't
sail off on a sexual marathon on an empty belly aphrodisiacs or not.

Leo stuck his uniform on although he left his jacket open, he casually
draped his black leather belt around his neck so I guessed he was off
duty. The hillalrious bit was that Ivan and myself were still naked and
still sporting stiffies and followed the Doctor and red coat like a pair of
puppies until they ushered us through another door into a spacious
cafeteria. It wasn't busy and looked to be winding down, what was even more
surprising was that many of the lads there were naked and that Grimm sat
with us three at a corner table, I'd been assuming he'd have a private room
maybe for senior people but apparently not.

'I've fixed it so that you are officially Karl's buddy, Leonid,' Grimm
spoke. 'You can use Room 34 for tonight and after the induction tomorrow
you can bed him down in your own room or let him use the dormitory. It's
upto you.'

'Thank you, sir,' Leo looked at me and grinned. I didn't know what that was
all about but it seemed to please Leo and by association I reckon it would
please me as well.

We had a very basic meal a bit like a school dinner but lots of it and a
sweet, some sort of cake smothered in custard so they clearly didn't starve
the kids. I wondered where they all were as there were only a few scattered
about, couple of red tunics, and a couple of what I presumed were soldiers
or policemen in field grey. All totally confusing but the mention of
induction cheered me up. I knew that was what happened when you joined a
company and it meant that you got a tour around to find out who did what,
hopefully it worked the same here.

'Who shall I buddy Ivan with do you think?' Grimm looked at Leo. I saw
Ivan's head jerk up at the sound of his name.

'What about Ernst Kramer the Kra... the German,' Leo looked over the
cafeteria avoilding my eyes but I kicked him under the table, it was just a
pity I was barefooted and he had jackboots on.

'Ask him to join us if you would.'

'Right,' Leo stood and wandered over to the far table very casually and I
wondered again, how far did this uniform and bullshit go. They all seemed
pretty laid back as this Ernst picked up his plate of whatnot and custard
and sat with us.

'I want you to buddy Ivan here, Ernst. Just for a trial you understand.'

'Fine,' the buzzcut boy nodded. He looked at Ivan indifferently. 'He can
sleep with me in my room.'

'All fixed,' Grimm smiled and rubbed his hands. 'Well, Karl and Ivan... get
a good night's sleep if you can and your buddy cadets will do the routine
tomorrow. You will see me during the day for a medical.'

Ivan and I nodded silently.

'Good,' Grimm gave his sleletal smile. 'I'm off to the Officer's Club to
see how many recruits we got today. I bid you goodnight.' He rose to a
chorus of goodnights and stalked off.

'That's it,' Leo grinned at me. 'Fancy a nice ol' soapy bath or a shower,
baby?'

That one raised a laugh from the rather serious looking Ernst and a bit of
grin from Ivan.

'Same goes for you Ivan,' Ernst followed through.

'You lead and I'll follow,' Ivan smiled which was the first one I'd seen
all day, perhaps he felt a bit better amongst just boys now that Grimm was
gone.

We trooped out with the red jackets leading and myself and Ivan
following. I was beginning to crave for a pair of shorts. The only thing
that kept me sane was the fact that many other kids of all shapes and sizes
seemed to go for the nudity bit. I even gort a couple of friendly waves
from some of then who seemed vaguely familiar. Ivan even greeted some by
name so I reckoned they were ex street kids. The main thing was that they
all looked happy and well fed which seemed a good start. As we progressed
down passages that seemed to go on for ever the atmosphere got steamy and
there was the sound of echoey (is that a word?)  voices and laughter. We'd
arrived and surprise, surprise there was a heap of clean shorts and towels
racked up outside the door, even various sized flip flops under a
table. Thank Christ for that, clothing at last. We even had to sign a book
which was on the table, I was dying to ask but Ernst spelt it out.

'This gets checked daily by a Cadet Sergeant and any kid who hasn't had at
least one shower or bath over the day can finish up in the stocks or on the
dildo chair,' he went into a lobby where he and Leo stripped off. Ivan and
I stared at each other, was he joking or what? Walking through we met the
boys who were doing all the shouting and screaming and it was pretty normal
apart from a pair that were making sweet love up in a corner. I suppose I
should have seen it coming, I was just getting soapy and wet and minding my
own business when I felt hands on my hips and was pulled onto a firm and
very erect body. I giggled with my eyes full of soap as I felt a hardness
slip between my legs and lips on my neck.

'I can't see,' I squealed as I felt hands on my legs and a face nuzzled at
my crotch. I managed to rinse my face and looked down and there was this
complete stranger pigging out on my cock and I felt a bit of a jerk as hot
meat entered me from the rear. It was Ernst, Leo was inside a struggling
Ivan who also had a naked angel around his stiffy. Talk about Pervsville,
this was well over the top but I wasn't complaining, I was still flush with
Grimm's potion which just didn't seem to be wearing off so I gently fucked
into the little blond lad's mouth below and clamped onto Ernst's meaty
thrusts.

Ivan glanced across and shrugged and then at long last laughed and I saw
him push back hard onto my Cadet Leonid, my bloody buddy or mentor was
moonlighting already.

I fucked away into the little lad's mouth and cum in the now standard long
spunky bursts but he coped and slipped up me grinning for a kiss. He
babbled a load of Russian of which I just about gathered his name was Oleg,
then he walked back to his mates with a cure wiggle of his tiny bottom.

'What did he say?' I asked Ernst who was now moving a little faster and
making me feel it.

'Said his name's Oleg, he's just moved up from the nursery and he's in Dorm
Three. If you want a decent fuck look him up... cheeky sod,' Ernst laughed
and then forced me down onto my knees and went into full doggy mode. He was
good but not as nice as my Leo who was still shagging Ivan. Ernst went onto
overdrive slapping against my wet bottom and finished up ramming into me
hard and then I felt his thick cock jerk and the hot splashes began.

We split after that, I went to the toilet again and returned to find Leo
anxiously looking around. Once he saw me he grinned and suggested we dried
off and went to our room. We both needed rest and after that who knew what
would happen. We had a night together and tomorrow was another day. A busy
one as Leo told me and one he was sure I would find interesting. I didn't
care, I had a nice red jacketed buddy who looked rather tasty in his
uniform and a damn sight tastier without it.

Interesting days lay ahead and I couldn't wait.



				  THE END



I'm sitting here editing and bored so I thought I'd try and explain my
reasoning behind this story (or series),not that I need any to write smut.

Firstly I came by a 1000 plus 3D Sims created by a guy called Anders (?),
they were his early stuff that he'd stockpiled and made freely available.
They were of a gaggle of kids, some in uniiorm but all involved in sex and
in various locations in what could be the same complex. Thereupon I thought
why not use his pictures as a base, as an inspiration and run my own story
upon them.

There are various quite large states that have been taken over by cliques
of extraordinary men and most of them seem (to us Westerners) totally evil,
Zimbabwe springs to mind as the most obvious, Perhaps Libya, North Korea
and far too many others. What if one of the smaller Independent Republics
in the present day Russian Federation decided to base it's economy on stray
boys, floaters and runaways... well, the idea cooked in my sick
mind... hence 'Boyograd'.

Another thing I want to get off my chest is that people ask why I need to
write about Eastern Europe when my English stories are great (or so I get
told). Well, thanks for that but I feel that Europe and especially Eastern
Europe has had the best part of a century (or more) of absolute purgatory,
even hell. Why not give the little Ivans and Sashas an airing, they are
humans after all not a load of loony commies. How many western kids or even
older people know or care where the Sea of Azov is, what or where is Crim
or Crimea? Get your atlases out! Anyway, Nifty has enough American kids
saying 'kewl' and Britkids saying 'wicked' every five minutes.

At the risk of repeating myself: A tribute to Anders and his art.

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