Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 03:58:12 +1000
From: cperlite@tpgi.com.au
Subject: Victims of Conflict 1

Date 23-4-00
Victims of Conflict (M/M) (M/t).(M/b) anal.oral
Revised by Ed

The manuscript of this tale was given to me in London by the relative of a
close associate of W.H.Auden. I have re-written some sections which
describes non consensual sex with minors to make it conform to current
mores. I don't think the great poet ever intended to publish the story and
he presumably crafted it as something for his own entertainment. This is
the first time the work has been offered to the public and I'm sure it's a
pure (but an incredibly erotic) fantasy. I don't know when it was written
but the poem 'Lay your sleeping head' in chapter 15 may give academics a
clue. I can't copyright it because it isn't really mine to do so.

Anyway here is chapter one and if you aren't interested in homosexual
relationships, go somewhere else.

Victims of Conflict 1

A rabbit darted back under a hawthorn hedge when yet another big truck came
lumbering down the bitumen road. It's big round eyes peeped out at the
camouflaged vehicle from under the fresh green leaves of its hiding place
then it eyed the succulent spring grass it would like to be nibbling by the
roadside. For more than half an hour the little animal had been dashing
back and forth this way while thirty one identical trucks kept coming to
scare it. Sometimes a pale face could be seen looking out over a truck's
tailgate but the rabbit was never noticed and even if it was, none of the
occupants in the back of the trucks could have cared less about it. They
were more concerned with where they were being taken, or when they could
get something to eat and how soon would this frightful journey end.

The convoy headed by an ex Nazi Merceded Benz was the result of lobbying
politicians by major general Walter Buckley in London. The war had been
over for almost eleven months and the British Army of the Rhine was well
established in military camps which had been occupied by German troops all
over the country. The Russians were at the same time establishing their
communist ideals to the west in Poland, Hungary and Checkoslovakia. Rural
and city folk living in these countries were subjected to a reign of terror
by Russian troops when they advanced towards Hitler's bunker in Berlin.
Everything of value was stripped from them including the virtue of women
along with the virginities of maidens and boys. The brutality of the
soldiers caused hundreds of thousands of souls to flee towards the east
until they crossed the border into Germany.  It was when this wave of
humanity reached Dresden that the war ended and it was also the time when
major general Buckley noticed a huge number of very appetising young men
and boys among the refugees.

He had always dreamed of having a harem of such divine creatures as these
and he became very thoughtful, working out a way how it could come to
pass. More than a week went by with him thinking of ways and means of
getting his hands on, or rather his erection into these young males until
it all began to fall into place. An old friend, colonel Benjamin Walker was
in command of a company of British soldiers at an enormous castle just
north of the Austrian border which went by the name of Schloss Weinberg.
After Krystal Nacht, it's extremely wealthy Jewish owners were summarily
removed to a concentration camp and their assets of banks, great hoard of
gold, department stores and also the castle were seized. Leading lights of
the S.S. comandeered the place and for a time it was the abode of Heinrich
Himmler and even occasonally visited by Adolf himself.  This would be a
perfect place, the major general thought, to house his harem. Not just a
few youths and boys but hundreds of them. Enough to satisfy not only major
Walker and himself but the hundred and ninety troops manning Schloss
Weinberg.

They had been prohibited from leaving the castle except to go into the
surrounding farmland which belonged to it. They milked the cows, collected
potatoes, carrots, turnips and other vegetables from earth clamps where
they had been stored during winter but the isolation suffered by the
soldiers meant they were kept completely away from women. Those who did not
indulge in each other for sexual release or didn't masurbate carried
heavily overloaded balls and by now should be ready to fuck anything.

He had hastened back to London and with is eloquence convinced the British
Prime Minister and his cabinet that one of the ways to relieve the problem
of the Dresden refugees would be to take six hundred males south to the
Austrian border and teach them to be unpaid allies of the British
occupation army. They would be befriended by the troops manning Schloss
Weinberg and after being trained in military things would become a useful
backup in case of an uprising by the local poulation. The major general
gave lurid details of how very unfriendly they were towards foriegn troops
because they were so conservative. Men still wore lederhosen and hausfraus
had their hair in plaits. A rebellion against occupation forces could not
be ruled out he said and after the major general's submission ended, the
Prime Minister congratulated him for thinking up such an excellent idea.

He was alotted thirty army trucks, four hundred tons of extra rations for
the castle to be delivered first then the same trucks would be used to
bring the refugees from Dresden to the castle. His second request that
colonel Ben Walker should lead the convoy was also granted without demur
and he left Westminster in high glee and took a taxi to visit his brother
who owned a clothing manufacturing business. After arranging for two
thousand articles of clothing to be delivered to Schloss Weinberg, he
returned to his rooms at the Savoy and give his batman the good news.

"Ho there Williams." he said as soon as he entered. "I've got some
absolutely spiffing news."

"Oh sir. That's good. What is it?"

"Never mind for now. Get the cheque book from my briefcase."

"Yes Sir." He did as he was ordered and took the cheque book from the
briefcase the major general had put down on an armchair. He took the cheque
book, opened it then took a courtesy fountain pen from the desk to sign a
blank cheque.

"There you are Williams.  Take that down to reception poste haste and pay
the bill. While you're doing that I'll be making arrangements for our
immediate return to Dresden."

"Is that the good news then sir?"

"Part of it. There's something else which concerns you more personally."

"Me?"

"Well both of us actually. There soon won't be any need for me to fuck you
every night."

"Wow sir, that is good news. But why"

"Remember all those young chaps we were looking at in Dresden?

"Not all of them sir. There was thousands to look at and some really
smashing ones too."

"Well the Prime Minister's just given me six hundred of them to fuck as
much I like."

"Really! Oh boy. Could I have one to fuck too? It'd be good to fuck someone
else instead of being fucked all the time."

"Only if you're very good and get your arse down to reception then bring it
straight back here so I can make use of it again before we leave."

"Yes sir."

"And don't forget a receipt." The major general called to him as he passed
through the door.

The arrangements for their return to Dresden had already been made by
telephone and Williams was trying to be very good by waggling his bum just
as the major general liked him to do as he gave him a hasty last minute
fuck. There was never any affection between the two in these regular
copulations. Their only foreplay consisted of the major general telling his
batman he was going the fuck him and Williams replying "Yes sir" then to
get himself ready by disappearing into the toilet for a few minutes.

Their journey took them north by a Humber staff car to Middlesborough in
Yorkshire where they embarked on a troopship and once on board, the major
general was able to use the privacy of his private cabin to fuck his batman
repeatedly until they arrived at the Hook of Holland. From there, the
journey was by a Royal Air Force Dakota to Dresden airport where the bomb
craters had been filled in and the runway made smooth again.

It was in early May and the weather was becoming balmier, much to the
relief of everyone including the refugees. Every day in the city square and
other sites within the city , the Red Cross battled with the gigantic task
of trying to feed almost half a million homeless people with a small amount
of soup and a piece of bread and it was there in the company of major Ben
Walker, the major general began to supervise the removal of unattached
young males to be taken to a special camp hastily provided by the British
army.  They were obliged to walk there for about a mile in batches of about
fifty and there was no discrimination as to which young male should go. The
only knowledge other soldiers in the British army had was that there was
some sort of recruitment going on for eligable refugees to become members
of a friendly military force. It included those who had younger brothers
with them. Many of them did have and quite a few pre-teens were seen
entering the camp hand in hand with their brothers much to the major
general's delight.

A team of four army doctors gave them preliminary medical examinations to
search for any traces of disease, lice or any physical disability which
could prevent them from becoming a future active soldier, although the
future would have seemed to be a long way off for the small boys. On the
first day, the major general and colonel Walker were present to view the
proceedings but their real purpose for being there was that it was their
first chance of seeing their future playmates nude.

"Like what you see?" The colonel asked quietly to the major general when
there was a line up of about twelve nude teenage refugees and boys waiting
to be medically examined.

"Mmm. Specially that one near the end of the line. The one with brown hair
holding his brother's hand."

The colonel's eyebrows rose in incredulity because there was no mistaking
who the major generel meant. "Good god Wally! He only looks to be about
four. You'd split him apart with that monster thing of yours."

"Not if he's broken in slowly. Anyway look at his brother's cock. It's
pretty small so I'll get him to do the first up honours."

"It'll take a bit of persuasion."

"Not a bit I'll just use my charm. C'mon we'll have to see how thery're
getting on with collecting the next lot."

They returned to the city square to watch soldiers wandering among the
throng of refugees looking for likely looking conscripts and when they
spotted one, they would beckon to him with a smile in a signal for him to
follow. The soldiers were under instructions on how to make their friendly
approach and it raised a grin on the colonel's face.

"Look at that Wally. If we tried doing the same thing in London, the vice
squad would have us locked up in no time."

"Yes but you must admit it's effective. We've already got eight hundred in
the camp and it's going to be bally hard chucking out any of them from what
I've seen."

"Beats me why you want to bring in more if we've already got what we want."

"Ah. Not yet Ben. When we've made the final choice we'll only have young
gods, the flower of Europe's youth. Any one of them so beautiful, they'll
be able to make it as a film star without bothering about auditions."

"Pity we can't do anything with them here and now. Like giving them a trial
rogering."

"Yes it's unfortunate but we can't give our chaps here even the slightest
inkling what we've got in store for the poor devils"

"I don't know so much about poor devils Wally. Some of them might even like
being a soldier's wife."

"Well I hope that little four year old heartbreaker we saw before gets to
like being my wife."

"Are you serious about taking him?"

"Absolutely."

"Have you ever fucked a boy before?"

"Aaah yes." The major general began to look into the distance with a happy
expression as though remembering a pleasant time in his past. "It was after
I left Eton and before I went to Magdeline College at Oxford. I took a
holiday in Spain and just after I arrived, I was accosted by a beggar and
he had the most divine ten year old boy with him. I rented the boy for four
days and nights and fucked him silly. It only cost twenty pounds and I'll
never forget it. Anyway, lets go back to the camp and watch this new batch
arrive. It looks as though they've almost got another fifty rounded up."

It soon became clear when there were eventually over a thousand young men,
youths and boys gathered together, the camp was bursting at the seams and
the difficult job of culling would soon have to begin. It would have been a
problem trying to assess if one candidate for Schloss Weinberg would be
more suitable than another so the major general devised a scheme for the
refugees to remove their clothes for washing in batches of twenty then have
them take a shower and wait in the same nissan hut as himself and the
colonel. This was so they could have a leisurely view of them as they
waited for their clothes to be returned. It took three days for the process
to be completed and both the officers' batmen suffered most. The sight of
so much beautifully erotic and soon to be available flesh aroused the
officers' libidos to such an extent that most of the nights were spent in
relieving their tensions in their batmens' anuses. A census was taken of
their final choice and it was found fifty were young men in their early
twenties, three hundred and seventy four were youths on their own while the
remaining one hundred and thirty six were young men or teenages with their
pre-teen brothers. The major general's four year old was in this
group. Every single one of them were as he predicted, young gods and the
flower of Europe's youth. Even the most ardent heterosexual would find it
difficult not to admire their beauty and harbour secret thoughts about
fucking them but the only fault to be found in almost all of them was
their ragged clothes and their malnourished appearance which the camp food
still had not dispelled..

Three more days were spent waiting for their thirty transport trucks which
had just delivered four hundred tons of food rations to Schloss Weinberg
and the pair waiting most eagerly for their arrival were the officers' two
batmen who were having their rectums vigourously used every night. The
major general gave instructions that the refugees not be fed before they
embarked and only be allowed out of the trucks for toilet purposes and a
drink of water then be sent back inside to sleep when they made an
overnight stop. The idea of this was to make sure the refugees would be
grateful to be given a really good meal on their arrival. It would make
them more relaxed, content and pliable for what would be happening to them
next.

To be continued.