Date: Thu, 4 May 2000 01:35:33 +1000
From: cperlite@tpgi.com.au
Subject: Victims of Conflict 16

Victims of Conflict  (M/M) (M/t) (M/b)

Edited by Ed

Vitctims of conflict 16

Ten days of heavy rain prevented any work being done at the farm ajacent to
Schloss Weinberg or in the open air within the castle walls so the soldiers
and refugees were trapped indoors. To avoid having everyone bored and
fidgety, the major general organised language classes for some refugees and
others were introduced to the basics of weapons training. Classes were
rotated so one day some did weapons training then the next they were
learning English with the teachers being three interpreters.

Under instructions from the major general, they gave their students lessons
much different to those taught in ordinary schools. Refugees learned how to
say things most important in their daily lives starting from the simplest
short sentences. Things like "I love you." or "I love your big cock."or
"Ooh that feels nice." And to llustrate the meaning of what was being said,
live demonstrations were performed by students picked at random and the
teachers acting as their counterpart showed them what to do. The
interpreters were exempt from being available to a soldier as a bed boy
because their linguistic abilities were too valuable. Consequently they had
no opportunity to induge in what was now the normal practice of relieving
their sexual tensions with the body of another male. They had often seen
how it was done when a soldier needed to explain something to his boy but
they had never been invited to participate in any of the sex play . This
was a perfect opportunity for them to give it a try.

The words "I love you" were taught first and the student selected to be
part of the demonstration had to stand before the class while the teacher
went up to him with an eager expression and started to kiss and cuddle
him. If the student was already attached to a soldier there was no problem
but sometimes it was an unbroken refugee from the barracks who was
subjected to kisses and cuddles in front of the class. There were signs of
acute embarrassment on the face of a barracks refugee when he was
submitting to this treatment and he were mortified at having to shout "I
love you" in between kisses over and over again then having to hear the
class repeat the words parrot fashion. When it came to learning the words
"I love your big cock.", it was the first time he had ever handled a penis
other than his own and it took a lot of coaxing from the interpreter to get
the refugee to say "I love your big cock" with feeling. The end of the
session came when the teacher made the refugee ejaculate after dropping his
uniform trousers and masturbating him while he had to repeatedly shout "Ooh
that feels nice."

 It was a good way to introduce homosexuality to the barracks refugees en
masse because as the left the classroom they were proudly saying to each
other "I love you" or "I love your big cock" or "Ooh that feels nice" and
they actually did feel nice at being able to speak in the strange English
tongue at last.

In the weeks to follow when they became more advanced, they were able to
voluntarily say things like "Ooh. Ram it right up me big boy" and "I love
the taste of your spunk" and because they knew what the words meant,
homosexual activity spread rapidly in the barracks and cooking oil started
to disappear from the kitchens. It became a common sight for the orderlies
on duty in the barracks to see refugees openly copulating and the practice
became so widespread, only one refugee of the six hundred who came from
Dresden retained his anal virginity. It was the major general's four year
old pet who's anus was still too tight to accommodate the full length of
the major general's erection.  He was still obliged to make use of other
members of his harem and his lovemaking tecniques had become highly refined
as had most of the other soldiers in the castle. Many of their selected
partners had become feminine in their ways and more than willing have their
buttocks abused.

Another change in the refugees was their physical beauty.  Abundant food
and farm work had toned up their muscles and they were all becoming walking
adonises with their skin complexions losing their Dresden pallor to a
healthy tan all over their bodies because they were required to work on the
farm naked.  When the major general noticed the difference in muscularity
and body shape between the farm workers and his harem, he made his boys do
physical exercises outside in the castle courtyard. The exercise he liked
to watch best was making them jump up and down in front if him with their
legs alternately together then astride so he could watch the way their
genitals swung crazily about. Williams, his batman would not allow his
seventeen year old wife to participate because he was afraid exercise might
spoil the softness of his developing breasts with their magnificent mauve
nipples.They often had a rosy tinge around them because he liked to suck on
them, whether he was copulating with him or not. He had no objection to his
other eight year old wife taking part in the exercises because he noticed
how the other pre-teens with their soldiers in the boylovers club were kept
physically fit so they could withstand a regime of being frequently fucked.

The club was always well attended and members had priority over the newly
arrived batch of Vaseline. There were only five hundred and twelve jars
instead of the one thousand two hundred requested by the medical officer
and they arrived with a query from the war office why they wanted so
much. The major general told major Bellamy to reply that they were
conducting some experiments on lubricating weapons but not to give any more
informative than that.  A few of the older pre-teens were beginning to show
the very first signs of puberty and especially the two boys of private
Barraclough which were returned to him after his previous indiscretion of
taking three boys to his quarters when he was only allowed two. The private
asked the medical officer to cut their testicles off but he refused. He
said he should swap them with pre-teens still available in the
barracks. The problem was that private Barraclough preferred to brutally
break boys in and he knew that none of them in the barracks were virgins
anymore.  The atmosphere in the games room annexe where meetings were held
every Friday night was warm and friendly but rowdy with the children
belonging to the soldiers happily creating bedlam with their games and
wrestling. There were fifty five soldiers and one hundred and and eighteen
boys. All the other ranks had elected to take up their quota of two while
lieutenant Julian Smythe had eight and the major general ten. There was no
distinction of rank during club meetings and conversation was mainly about
the boys' foibles and how they preferred to be fucked or what position the
soldiers liked to have their boys in to be fucked and even boys they had
fucked in the past. There were agreements made about swapping children and
arrangements for them to be returned the following Friday or to be kept for
a longer period. Other topics to discuss was whether it would be better to
have the boys dressed as little girls and have them wear their hair long to
make them look more tempting. Williams was in his element because he
aquired a passion for drinking the saliva out of a boy's mouth and he was
able to catch them as they raced around and wrestle them prone to the floor
then suck at their mouths for minutes at a time like a vampire.

A few soldiers who were not paedophiles occasionally popped their heads
through the door from the main section of the games room, curious to see
what was going on and hoping to see how a kid was fucked but they were
disappointed because very little of that went on. The only thing of
interest to be seen was when Williams was drinking the saliva of a
prostrate child beneath him. Meetings were mainly a get together not just
for the soldiers but for the children who enjoyed each other's company. All
of the members who were inducted into the army as conscripts had signed to
become regular soldiers to ensure their future life of matrimony with their
young boys. Schloss Weinberg had become a paradise for them. Their main
duties were to become friendly with the refugees and that was a roaring
success but their were problems on the horizon they didn't know about. Only
the major general knew and so did Williams but the major general decided to
make no mention whatsoever of rabbi Issidor Aaron and his search for
surviving members of the Abraham Goldberg family who could lay claim to the
castle.

A guard on the castle battlements saw the single headlight of a motorcycle
approaching and he wound the handle on the newly installed telephone which
was connected to the adjutant's office. The company clerk who was working
late answered the call."

"Yes Bob?"

"Motor bike coming. Should I go down to see who it is?"

"How far off is it?"

"About two and a half miles I reckon. It'll be a despatch rider."

"Right. I'm just about finished here. I'll nip down to get a thermos of tea
and sandwiches from the kitchen and you hold him at the gate."

"O.K."

Visitors to Schloss Weinberg were rare and nearly all of them were supply
trucks or despatch riders with letters and messages. Even they were not
allowed inside the castle walls but they were given refreshments to take
with them on the short ride back to the army camp near Munich airport where
items of mail arrived from England. It took only minutes for a late shift
cook to fill the thermos and make sandwiches with hot bread just taken from
the oven then the company clerk hurried to the castle gate to unlock the
small steel door set into its corner. He stepped outside to find the
despatch rider had already arrived but the motor cycle engine was still
running. His eyes peered into the dark to see what rank the rider was and
saw he was a private.

"Evening mate. Have a good trip?"

"Not bad. Skittled a fox on the way though." He reached back into the
saddle bag and took some envelopes out. His next words indicated it was his
first visit to the castle.

"I see you've got a major general here. What goes on in this place?"

"Aw. It's a training camp for refugees."

"Training camp?"

"Yes. We show them how to behave right when we teach them some stuff about
weapons."

"Oh, right. Well here's the envelopes. Most are for your blokes and there's
one for major general Buckley."

"Thanks and here's some sandwiches and a thermos of tea. Have you got an
empty one?"

"Yes. Here. Well I'll be off back to Munich then. Not much chance of
getting a fuck at this time of night."

"D'you manage to score much in Munich?"

"Not a hope mate. Not with the Yanks being there too. They've got too much
dough. I'll see you later. Bye."

The company clerk watched him rev the motor bike engine and after a wheel
spin on the bitumen, set off back to Munich.

There was a set proceedure when mail arrived and it was first handed to the
adjutant to sort but if a letter was addressed to the major general, it was
given directly to him if he was outside his quarters. If not then his
batman had to be found to hand it to him because he was the only soldier
allowed in his quarters. There was no problem for the company clerk to go
to where the adjutant was living and he often did if something required his
attention outside of office hours. He knew how he liked to be fucked and he
had fucked him too but only once because his penis was not as big as his
batman's who's job was to service him.

It was the adjutant himself who answered his knock on the door wearing the
same kind of ladies' nylon knickers as some of the refugees. He had a look
of exasperation on his face as if he'd been interrupted from doing
something interesting.

"What is it?"

"Some mail sir for the blokes and there's a letter here for major general
Buckley from the war office."

Damn! It's Friday night and the major general and his batman will be at
that boylover thing have in the games room annexe. Can you go there and
give it to him or his batman? There's a good chap."

"Yes sir."

This is going to be interesting. The company clerk thought. He never had
any interest in anyone under the age of puberty and the two refugees living
in his quarters were above twenty years old. He wanted mates more than
lovers although his initial role of dominance with them was because he was
always being bossed around by somebody else. He even fucked them both but
now with the good food and exercise they were getting, their roles were
reversed because they were much stronger now than he was and able to fuck
him. He hated having to submit to them at first but their genuineness and
appealing style of courting him in their own way plus the fact they were
both handsome and so obviously virile, made him eventually give in. Now he
was their wife and loving every minute but would never wear ladies'
knickers like that trollop of an adjutant. At least, not unless they wanted
him to.

At first he was diffident about going into the games room annexe because of
the terrible noise the chidren were making with their soprano shouts,
squeals and yells. Jeez he thought. Those boylovers would have to be
wearing ear plugs to put up with that kind of row. When he entered he was
surprised to see the major general's four year old standing in front of
another pubescent boy belonging to private Barraclough and he was
manipulating his surprisingly large greased penis to erection. It looked as
though private Barraclough was getting his boy ready to fuck the four year
old but the major general was taking no interest in what was
happening.because he was watching Williams, his batman who had a small boy
on his knees and it appeared he was kissing him but the boy had his mouth
wide open as if in a silent scream while Williams's tongue was darting in
and out of it. These buggers are mad. he thought as he went towards where
the major general and Williams were sitting. He was so intent on seeing
what Williams was doing , he didn't see the child come running up not
watching where he was going either and he collided with his boot. The boy
tripped and fell, skidding across the linoleum and yelling at the top of
his voice. A sergeant jumped off his chair and ran across to pick the boy
up and kiss him better but the little boy refused to stop his noise until
the sergeant took him to sit on the chair again then lift him high so he
could suck his genitals.

"Excuse me sir." The company clerk had to say it twice and the second time
much louder to attract the major general's attention.

"Yes?"

"There's a letter here sir from the War Office."

"Ah. Thank you. You may go. Hey! Williams. Unhand that boy and take this
envelope. I don't want to open it here and you must've drunk enough of that
lad's slaver by now. He'll end up dry as a bone in his mouth."

"Yes sir. I got my tongue right down to his tonsils. When are we going back
to your quarters."

"Well it's really a pity to have to leave but I suppose we must. Private
Barraclough's going to keep my snookums for a couple of days so those two
youngsters of his can get their big cocks up him and open his arse a bit
more. Just look at them. Their dicks are already monsters and just think
how big they're going to be in a couple of years time. It's a wonder the
adjutant and medical officer aren't chasing after them already.  What are
you going to do with your boy?"

"Well I was going to swap him for a couple of days too but I've changed my
mind. I like fucking him too much and my other missus likes having a go at
him too. Aren't you worried that Barraclough will be fucking your little
kid on the quiet?"

"He needn't be doing it on the quiet. I hope he does because his dick's not
even as big as his two boys. Anyway the more execise my snookums arsehole
get's, the quicker I'l be able to roger him. It's so frustrating only being
able to get a bit of my end up him."

"Yes sir, well there's nineteen others waiting in your quarters. Which ones
will you be having in your bed tonight?"

 "I think a mixed couple."

"Mixed sir?"

"You know how I've been having a couple of brothers every night for a
while. Well tonight I think I'll be fucking a couple of lads who aren't."

"Which sir? Big ones, little ones or one of each?"

 "Just looking at all these tempting little lads in here has raised my
appetite for something small. So it'll be two little ones."

 "Yes sir. Do you want a lend of mine?" Williams bit his tongue at asking
such a stupid question. It would ruin his eight year old's arsehole if the
major general got his big dick up him."

"You say he's a good fuck?"

Williams couldn't tell a barefaced lie to him and in any case he might find
out how good he was in bed anyway. "Yes sir. He's first class if you get up
him steady at first sir."

"I'm doing it that way with all of them. It's much more satisfactory than
raping them. C'mon we'll have to go." Then he shouted above the
noise. "Goodbye chaps. I'll grace your presence here next Friday."

The soldiers who heard him smiled and waved and those with a boy on their
knee took one of their little hands and got them to wave goodbye too.

To be continued.

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