Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2004 12:06:35 -0500
From: edcwriter@yahoo.com
Subject: CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 2

CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 2

Copyright 2004 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins

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

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


CHAPTER 2

(Revisiting the End of Chapter 1)

That night in bed, Will couldn't put the diary down.  What an adventure -
even though some parts made him feel a bit...strange.  As he turned to the
pages that described his grandfather's arrival at Schloss Margarethen, it
was almost as if he were in the room, talking directly to him.

(Continuing Our Story - August 1943 - Schloss Margarethen, Deutschland)

'If this damned road doesn't smooth out pretty soon, I'm going to lose some
fillings!'  Standartenfuehrer [SS-Colonel] Alfred Kreuze complained to
himself.  It had been a long, long trek south from Berlin where his
volunteer force had assembled, and this last part up into the mountains was
the very worst!  For the final segment of the trip, he was riding with his
Second Squad in one of four small trucks in the convoy.  'Gott sei Dank
[Thank God],' he thought, 'that I'm an SS officer and can work WITH my men
rather having to play God Almighty.'  "How are you doing, Eugen [pronounced
"OY-gen"]?" he inquired of his eldest volunteer - all of 21 years old.
"I'm doing fine, Sir," the affable SS-Corporal from Dresden (a volunteer
from the 12.PanzerDivision "Hitlerjugend") responded.  "And how about you,
Piet [pronounced PYET]?"  he asked his hulking Dutch 20 year-old (who had
volunteered straight out of basic training).  "I'm doing fine, too, Sir -
although if anyone cut my stomach open, I think he'd find butter or, maybe,
even cheese!"  "Yes, it's a rough ride alright," the Colonel responded,
"but we'll soon be at the castle."  The Colonel looked around approvingly
at his other boys: the 18 year-old Jens [pronounced YENS] from Denmark and
Nils, 19, from Norway (both volunteers from the SS- Viking Division), and
Toomas [pronounced TOO-mas], an 18 year-old from Estonia (a volunteer from
the 3rd Estonian SS Voluntary Brigade).  Finally, there was a 17 year-old
HJ volunteer, Klaus, from Mainz.  'A nice bunch of lads,' he thought.
'They will do their duty - even when they find out what it is.'

Peeling back a small corner of the truck cover, the Colonel peered out into
the rain which continued to come down in torrents, as it had for at least
two hours.  A brilliant flash of lightening illuminated an old turreted
castle set against a background of heavy, dark trees and lying less than
1.6 km (1 mile) ahead.  "Try not to get us soaked, men, but if you want to
see home, its pretty much straight ahead."

Within a very short time, the four small trucks pulled into the courtyard
of the castle.  While Colonel Kreize conferred with his Adjutant, Major
Otto Storch, the Head NCO, Oberscharfuehrer [SS-Sergeant Major] Emil
Bindermann, and his four Technical Sergeant/ Instructors rousted the young
men out of the trucks and quickly moved them and their gear to their
respective squad rooms.  (Separate lavatory and shower rooms were located
next to each squad room.)  The sight that met each squad was not exactly
luxurious.  The rooms were whitewashed and clean with one tall, rather
narrow window.  A long wooden table sat in the middle of the room on which
rested six field rations.  Much of the rest of the space was taken up with
three rather narrow beds with straw mattresses, blankets, and a few
chairs. "Your first warm meal will be at breakfast in the morning," their
Sergeant barked.  When you hear the first bell, you will rise and quickly
attend to your personal needs.  When you hear the second bell, you should
be on your way downstairs to the dining hall.  Anyone who isn't in his
chair when the third bell rings is late - and will be dealt with
accordingly.  Your meetings will tell you everything you need to know.  I
advise you to get to sleep as quickly as possible.  Tomorrow will be a
vigorous day!"  With that he turned on his heel and departed the room.

Not one of the young men was fazed by either what he saw or what he heard.
After all, other than Piet, they had either completed SS-basic training or,
in two cases, had been in the HJ for years and fully understood the demands
of field exercises.  As the ranking enlisted man in the Second Squad, Eugen
noted that they were three beds short, but they had their bedrolls.  He
flipped a corn to determine who got the three narrow beds.  Within half an
hour they had finished their field rations, visited the facilities, and
climbed between their blankets.  The last man in automatically turned off
the overhead light.

(The First Day)

As expected, the early moments of the first day was a bit wild at times,
but within less than an hour volunteers and staff were seated in the dining
hall at breakfast.  And a good breakfast it was.  Although the staff had to
serve several nationalities, it was impossible to find a soldier who had
not found what he wanted - and plenty of it.  Thinking that rationing might
have to be instituted after Piet filled his tray, Eugen grinned - but
noticed that more food kept coming from the kitchen.  Having enjoyed a
"final cup of coffee," Colonel Kreuze rose and announced that the
volunteers would assemble in the small castle auditorium in 20
minutes. Before dismissing them, he added, "May I remind you, men that you
have each signed a pledge that nothing learned through this program may be
shared with another.  Know that I consider this both a legal AND a moral
pledge that involves the HONOR of an SS or HJ soldier."

In reviewing his orders the night before, orders that had come directly
from Berlin, the Colonel had noted that the volunteers were essentially to
be told the truth.  ('Rare and gratifying in any Army,' he thought to
himself.)  That is, they were to be told the truth about WHY the call for
volunteers had gone out and, more difficult, the truth about WHAT the High
Command wanted done about it.  Colonel Kreuze's job was to tell them - and
he did...in sparse and simple German that even the greenest recruit would
understand.

He completed his presentation by saying, "So there it is men.  Let me add
two more details.  I have fought beside SS troops in Poland, in France, and
in the Balkans.  I have never seen an order that is more difficult or calls
for a higher level of courage on the part of the SS soldier - or an order
that is more necessary to ensure our final victory.  Nevertheless, the
Reichsfuehrer- SS, Heinrich Himmler, has ordered that you be informed of
one more detail.  You answered a general call for volunteers.  Now you have
the specifics - and difficult specifics they are.  I shall be in my office
for one hour.  Without being required to give his reasons, any man may
withdraw his acceptance and be returned immediately to Berlin.  Do not
confuse my meaning.  Germany needs you!  A Europe free of the
Bolshevik-Jewish menace needs you!  If you stay, you face a hard road, but
I shall proudly fight beside you to the end...to victory!  If you must go,
however, you are still my brother.  Heil Hitler!"  With those words, Major
Storch dismissed the company.

Two volunteers withdrew from the Program - one of the two HJ members and a
Norwegian Oberschuetze [SS-PFC].  They immediately left Schloss Margarethen
in the company of two officers.  No man present had further contact with
them.

Reassembled in the auditorium, the soldiers sat about, talking quietly
about what they had heard at the first meeting.  Eugen noticed that the
group had been joined by two new volunteers.  He also noticed that every
man in the Second Squad was present.  One by one, he gave them a sharp nod
of approval that was a much a salute as any ever given.  Both Major Storch
and the Sergeant Major noticed, for they had been ordered to observe the
group closely as it awaited the Colonel's return.

"Achtung!"  Major Storch's sharp command brought the group to rigid
attention, arms raised in the Hitler salute.  Colonel Kreuze stepped onto
the stage.  He raised his own arm in salute and returned them to their
chairs.  For a moment, he silently looked about the room, making eye
contact with almost every individual.  "I am proud of you" was all that was
said before he returned the program to its original schedule.

"During the remainder of this morning, we shall briefly describe the
Program.  When you return to your squad rooms after lunch, your Sergeant
will inform you of other regulations that will govern behavior during the
reminder of the Program.  Times, rooms, and regulations for the full
Program will be posted in your squad rooms.  Let me add one word as to
dress.  BEGINNING AT SUPPER TONIGHT, the black Lederhosen shorts that will
be provided by your Sergeant this afternoon are the required dress for
meals, your Officers' Training Instruction, or when otherwise directed.  AT
ALL OTHER TIMES AND PLACES, COMPLETE NUDITY IS THE RULE!  Are there
questions?"  Hearing nothing beyond a few convulsive swallows, he
continued.

"Your Officers' Training Instruction" is more important than you might
suppose.  You are going to miss the years of training that a
non-commissioned officer gains in the field.  Yet, I can imagine the day on
the Russian Front when you might have to take over and lead a group of men
fighting for their lives.  Believe that in the SS, an officer fulfills not
only his stated responsibilities, but also the much wider array of tasks
for which he is responsible.  In this course, you will learn much about the
nature of an officer's responsibilities - responsibilities to his country
and to his men.  Further, you must learn how to conduct yourselves with
both fellow officers and with your men.  An error of judgment can be very
serious, often fatal.  Above all, you have much to learn about the
requirements of honor.  That which is seen honorable by an 18 year-old
Private and a 28 year-old officer are not always compatible - and you must
learn when and where to set aside childish things.  I wish you well."

Major Storch description of the Sex Instruction program culminated with the
statement, "I know you are good German soldiers rather than perverts who
wear the pink triangle at Buchenwald.  As such, I also know that you will
do your duty - and your duty is to give relief to your fellows, relief that
has been denied by the Russian foe.  I know that you will do everything
necessary to learn what is involved, to become comfortable with it, and to
perform as positively as you perform your other duties as a member of the
Wehrmacht.  Remember that you do this not for your own pleasure, but for
your country, your family, and your girl!  Don't fear!  When we have
achieved victory, you will return to your girls with no difficulties.  You
are heterosexual; you will remain heterosexual.  In fact, your young woman
may be amazed by how much more you can do to give her pleasure than can
others your age.  And that," he concluded, "can be a real advantage!"
Quite a few muffled chuckles met his comments, as well as considerable
coughing and nervous shifting around in the seats.

Sergeant Major Bindermann went on for some time about the toll taken on the
body by the seemingly endless steppes of Russia and the climactic
variation.  It is not enough," he said, "to meet Hitler's command that
German youth be "slender and supple, fast as a greyhound, tough as leather,
and hard as Krupp steel . . ."  Rather, they must also have vast reserves
of "staying power" and "determination"...especially now that the Red Army
has tasted blood at Stalingrad and Kursk. I realize that you are in superb
physical condition.  Our job is to build those reserves, and we shall begin
tomorrow!"

The Major announced lunch and reminded the group that they were to report
to their squad rooms for further instruction immediately thereafter.

When the boys reached their room, Sergeant Burmann, whom they recognized
from the night before, had already arrived and placed a very interesting
box on the center table.  Oh, yeah, the SS Lederhosen!  "Ok, men," he
exclaimed.  "Strip and pack all clothing at the very bottom of your packs,
You're not going to need it for a while."  As the boys doffed their
clothing, Eugen could not help but notice that they were a physically
impressive bunch.  Yes, Piet was big...but muscle-big like a weightlifter,
and even the lanky HJ kid, Klaus, had a physique that was great for a 17
year-old.  "Gather round, men.  I got your waist measurements from the
records, but things change."  He held up a pair of the Lederhosen shorts
from the box.  Black...leather, the runic SS design in white on the right
leg...  Nils, the Norwegian, snickered which earned him a glare from
Sergeant Burmann.  "There's a problem, soldier?"  "It's only that they are
really...short, Sergeant.  I'm not sure that they'll cover what has to be
covered!"  "No problem, soldier.  Just hitch it up a little higher on your
stomach!  The leather will hold it in place better than a jockstrap."
(Nils said no more, but Eugen grinned to himself and thought that Nils
might have to "hitch it up" pretty high!)  "I'll give you what the records
say are the right sizes," the NCO continued.  "Try them on, and let's see
where we are."  (Pause) "Is that pair too tight, Toomas?"  "No, Sergeant,
it's fine."  Obviously, the entire company was well pleased with their new
uniforms - and how they set off some impressive sets of muscles.

"Ok, men, before we go further, I need for you guys to buddy-up."  The
Sergeant was a bit surprised at how quickly the process was completed.
Nils and Jens (the Dane) had already struck up a friendship.  Piet had
twice helped Klaus out of minor jams, once when he caught his tray at
breakfast as it was sliding off the rack, and again at supper when he
glared down a rather aggressive German from Fourth Squad who was beginning
to hassle him.  They just grinned at each other, and their decision was
made.  Had he had his choice, Eugen would have chosen Toomas, the Estonian.
When he asked him quietly whether he was ok with pairing-up, Toomas grinned
widely and whispered, "That would be GREAT, Corporal!"  "Eugen's fine...in
here!" he had responded with a smile - and the task was completed.

With just a hint of a leer, the Sergeant added, "I'm glad you're happy, for
you're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other in the next few days.
Here's the next set of rules (AUTHOR'S NOTE: adapted with thanks to Gary
Taylor): 1) Each bed holds two buddies, 2) Buddies may be changed every two
weeks, but not before.  3) In the morning, you wash, clean, and shave your
buddy, but not yourself.  You also insure that your buddy's body is kept
clean of hair - all hair...even stubble...other than what's on his head -
and administer an enema.  Take care of the full-body shave before supper,
because you want to look your best in the Lederhosen and you sure as hell
won't have time to do it tomorrow morning!  Finally, 4) In the morning and
at night, you must - at the very least - jack your buddy off in bed or in
the shower...wherever.  When you learn some other moves in the Sex class,
you may want to try something different - but that's up to you.
Questions?"  Several hands went up.  Nodding at Toomas, he asked, "Yes,
Oberschuetze [SS-PFC]"

Somewhat red-faced, Toomas admitted that he had never had an enema, let
alone given one.  (The others whose hands had been raised murmured their
agreement.)  "Ok, men, get rid of those Lederhosen and let's get together
next door."  When the young men had moved next door to the lavatory and
shower rooms, Sergeant Burmann determined that Eugen knew what he was
doing.  "Ok, Corporal, show everyone how it's done."

First filling the enema bag with fairly warm water and hanging it from the
rack above, Eugen authoritatively explained several positions for taking an
enema without excessive discomfort or mess.  He then sat on the toilet, and
ordered Toomas to lie across his partially open thighs, making sure that
his stomach was between his buddy's thighs.  (As he arranged himself, Eugen
was able to enjoy a quick look at a very attractive young man.  Though only
about 5'6" or 1.7m in height, the blond Estonian was nearly smooth, had
wide shoulders that tapered down to a solid waist, with full, muscular
buttocks and thighs.) He then took a tube of lubricant from a nearby tray,
squirted a generous quantity onto a finger, applied it to the center of the
boy's anus, and applied gentle but constant pressure.  Whispering to Toomas
to relax, his finger quickly penetrated the anal muscle and began working
the lubrication in and out.

Noticing that just about everybody was blushing and, indeed, two men had
erections that they were trying to hide with their hands, the Sergeant
said, "No!  You are men, not little girls!  All men have these reactions.
They tell me that you are cooperating with the Program!  Drop those hands
and take pride in your bodies!"  A nervous wave of muffled laughter
accompanied erections popping up across the half-circle of spectators.

Eugen eased the lubricated nozzle into Toomas's anus and slowly opened the
clamp.  When the boy let him know that he was experiencing some cramping,
Eugen adjusted the flow until Toomas could relax.  When the bag was nearly
empty, he stopped the flow and explained that the water should be held for
4-5 minutes.  At about 2 minutes, Eugen complained that his stomach was
really swelling and he felt like he needed to go...NOW!  His buddy
whispered to relax, reached underneath his body - dodging a substantial,
rock-hard cock - and gently rubbed his stomach.  Toomas was able to hold on
for several additional minutes as Eugen gently rubbed his back, buttocks,
and upper thighs.  When delay was no longer possible, Eugen helped him to
stand - the tube still in place - slipped off the toilet seat, and then
helped Toomas to sit down.  Though a second enema was necessary, it went
easily and quickly. After a rinse- off in the shower, Toomas was ready for
the next steps.  Sergeant Burmann told them that there would be time to
administer the enemas in the morning - and, in any case, some new tubes
were being installed in the showers that would allow less-rigorous
self-enemas later in the week - and led them back into the squad room.

As they stood about somewhat nervously in the room, Burmann growled, "Get
use to the nudity and having your body handled.  It's part of the game -
and, besides, you're not doing it for your own pleasure.  Everyone
understands that.  Ok," he added, "it's time to take care of those full-
body shaves.  Obviously, it's going to take some of you longer than
others."  Quickly, he provided clippers, sterilized razors, and other
shaving supplies, and reminded them of the storage locker next door.  Since
it was the first time, they should be rubbed down with a light oil with
aloe solution after removing the hair.  It took about an hour and a half,
but, finally, the task was completed.  Yes, there was some embarrassment.
For most of the young men, this was the first time that their genitals had
been handled by another person - at least by another male! - since infancy.
Nevertheless, this was a band of young soldiers who understood what they
had volunteered to do and why they had volunteered to do it.  They loved
their countries and their people - and feared the storm growing in the
East.  Above all, they took their personal oath to the Fuehrer seriously.
There wasn't the slightest embarrassment about any of that.  It was their
duty...and a matter of honor.

As Toomas was rubbing Eugen down with the light oil-aloe solution, Colonel
Kreuze visited Second Squad.  He stopped by each pair, speaking with the
young men briefly, commending their spirit.  Though it always intensified
his sense of responsibility for them, he demanded it of himself in every
situation where his orders caused personal difficulty or danger.  At Toomas
and Eugen's bed, he paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of two
absolutely beautiful young Teutonic males.  Looking down on Eugen's
superbly sculpted physique and open, friendly features, he could not keep
his mind from spontaneously thinking, "A young god from on high...'  For a
moment, his hand rested lightly on Toomas's shoulder before ruffling
Eugen's brown locks.  "Brave lads," he murmured before moving on.

(Though these words had been written over 60 years ago, Will Cross could
not keep his young, fast-growing cock from jerking and leaking its first
drop of precum.  It was so hard that it hurt!)

"Ok, men, line up for inspection!" the Sergeant growled.  It was a little
embarrassing having to bend over and spread their buttocks, but they were
gradually learning simply to accept it.  Nil's scrotum got a second,
fingered examination, but he passed.  "When you check in the morning,
buddies, be sure that a few hairs haven't popped up after being temporarily
stuck to the skin.  When I return in slightly less than an hour, I expect
to see you slicked down, back into your shorts, and ready to march sharply
to supper.  This isn't a young ladies' finishing school.  You MARCH to
breakfast and supper under the command of your ranking enlisted man.  For
now, read the posted notices and relax!"

There wasn't much new in the notices, though they did read that their first
class was Physical Conditioning, followed by Sex Instruction and, finally,
Officers' Training.  They were free during the fourth instructional period.
Nils and Jens sat playing cards at the table; Klaus perched backwards on a
chair while Piet trimmed a few of his shaggier cowlicks; Eugen and Toomas
just sprawled on their bed.  "Kinda rough," Toomas murmured.  "Yeah, it
sure as hell takes some getting used to," his buddy agreed.  "Thanks for
showing me the ropes...Eugen.  I kinda get lost at times.  After my brother
was killed and my parents were deported to Russia, I lived on the streets
until the Germans came.  We're going to be free again with your help, you
know.  I had just completed basic training in the Estonian SS Legion when
this call for volunteers came through.  I'd do ANYTHING to get rid of those
fuckin' Russians!"  A sad look passed across his handsome face - and there
was just a hint of tears in his eyes - as he added, "This is kinda the
first family I've had for so long, Eugen.  I'm really grateful."  "Just
remember one thing, Big Guy," Eugen responded as he threw a big hand around
the back of Toomas's neck.  We're buddies.  We're gonna make it, and we're
going to give the Russkies hell.  But, above all, we're buddies!  Don't
ever forget it!"  Jumping off the bed, he reached down and helped Toomas to
his feet.  "Let's get ourselves ready for supper!"  They were quickly
joined by the other members of the Second Squad.

When Sergeant Burmann returned, the men were ready to march.  Sharply,
under their Corporal's command, they wheeled out into the corridor and down
the steps towards the dining hall where they enjoyed the third super meal
of the day.  "I either get some exercise pretty soon," grunted Piet, "or I
begin to blow up like a barrage balloon!"  "I can always reel you in on
that cable of yours," joshed Klaus.  (He turned red and shut up when Piet's
glare told him that his joking had gone just a wee bit too far!)  Marching
back to the squad room and hanging their Lederhosen on hooks, they found
six copies of a thick manual on the table.  "That's the first installment
of your Officer Training materials," explained the Sergeant.  "By the end
of the week, you need to know everything in that manual and be ready for
more.  I'm out of here now; don't forget your bedtime and wake-up duty;
I'll see you first thing in the morning."  The young men were soon hard at
work on their first study assignment.  Fifteen minutes hadn't passed before
it became obvious that Piet and Klaus might be good men to have at your
back in a fight, but they were pretty limited when it came to schoolwork.
In fact they hadn't been in school for some years.  Eugen suggested that
Toomas sit across from him, freeing seats on either side for Piet and
Klaus. For over an hour, he defined, explained, and questioned.  When the
tutorial was over, they actually had a pretty good idea of what was going
on, at least in the manual's first chapter!  With somewhat embarrassed
grins, they threw their arms around Eugen's shoulders and pounded his
muscled upper arms in grateful camaraderie.  The other three youngsters
realized even more acutely that they had lucked into having a good leader.

Although they had moved the narrow beds into three corners of the room, the
youngsters still looked at them with grave suspicion when it came time to
retire.  Finally, Eugen took the lead and slipped in on his side, motioning
for Toomas to follow.  It was impossible for the Estonian lad to do
anything other than to lie on his side.  This naturally pushed his butt
back into his buddy's genitals.  With giggles and curses, they attempted to
find a position where they might get a little sleep.  When the other pairs
had enough of giving them a bad time and turned away to extinguish the
light and work out their own problems, Eugen and Toomas were able to
relax...for a moment.  Trouble was, butt and genitals were still working on
each other!  Feeling what had to be nearly 9 hard, thick inches (22.9 cm)
creeping into his crack, Toomas managed to turn over on his back and
actually incline slightly towards his buddy.  (It wasn't graceful, but the
muttering and flailing from the other beds suggested that they were in good
company!)  Barely able to reach Eugen's cock from that awkward position,
the blond still tried to put all of his feeling...and his gratitude...into
what his fingers were doing to that heavy slab of man flesh.  Within
minutes, Toomas felt his buddy gasp as his body went rigid and rose
slightly from the bed.  Immediately, his hand was filled with multiple
ropes of heavy cum.  Not able to think of anyplace to put them, he simply
slurped them up from his hand.  At least two minutes passed, and Eugen
didn't move or utter a sound.  Thinking that he had perhaps gone too
far...or somehow offended his buddy...or something, he managed to turn back
towards the outside of the narrow bunk.  Suddenly, he felt Eugen's breath
on the back of his neck, his hand caressing his shoulders, his chest, and
his hips.  He couldn't suppress a loud moan (which brought a catcall from
another corner of the room) as his buddy's fingers began to play with his
scrotum and his balls.  In truth, it was almost over before Eugen's fingers
ever reached his steel-hard, leaking cock, slowly circled the head with
precum, and began to titillate the entire length.  With another moan -
louder than the first - he exploded into his buddy's hand.  (This time
there were no catcalls.  Indeed, the moans, groans, and gasps from the
other two corners suggested that their buddies were similarly occupied!)
Toomas again forced himself to turn over in order that he could lay his
head against Eugen's muscled chest.  God, it felt so good.  Eugen could
have sworn that as they drifted off to sleep Toomas mumbled something like
"Good night, brother," but he had to have been mistaken.  It must have
been, "Good night, buddy."


(To Be Continued)