Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 12:27:59 -0500
From: edcwriter@yahoo.com
Subject: CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 8

CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 8

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 8

(Revisiting Chapter 7)

"I have another question for you." . . .  "You have just learned that a
beloved uncle is dying of an inoperable tumor in his brain.  This man was
as important to your growing up and becoming a respected member of the
Waffen-SS as your parents...as anyone.  You love him and respect him beyond
anything that words can convey.  You come into his hospital room where he
lies dying.  Question: What would you do?"  There were several suggestions,
a common one being that the young man would show him how much he loved him
and try to make his life easier.  "Question: Would it matter if his illness
had made him fat?"  No...of course not!  "Question: Would it matter if one
side of his face was sagging due to the tumor?"
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"I don't want an answer to that question right now.  It's called a
'question for thought.'  Just know that by tomorrow morning, you must have
answered that question for yourself.  Dismissed!"

(Continuing Our Story: Examination Day)

At first bell, Sergeant Burmann suddenly appeared in the Second Squad room,
flipped on the lights and, ignoring a little "activity," barked,
"'Examination Day' begins on the field in one-half hour.  Wake up, take
care of your personal needs, and be there!  No shorts today!"

As the sun rose through the old oaks that surrounded Schloss Margarethen,
24 sturdy, good- looking young men raced through and around the castle
grounds.  Drawn from Germany, ethnic Germans (or Volksdeutche) who had
found themselves in the Fatherland when war broke out, and several European
countries where there was considerable sympathy for the Third Reich, they
had, of course, been in superb physical condition when they entered the
Program.  The Waffen-SS and, for many, earlier experiences in the Hitler
Jugend had seen to that!  Nevertheless, the Program's sequenced physical
conditioning and daily, individualized work in the gymnasium had honed
their physiques to near perfection.  Additionally, the rule of complete
nudity in all but a handful of activities had allowed the late summer sun
to transfigure their bodies in wondrous shades of gold to warmest brown.
When a whistle told them to fall back into a jog, they were barely panting,
and there was no more than the sheen of perspiration upon their flesh.
Actually, it took a good 40 minutes of flexibility exercises and vigorous
calisthenics under Sergeant Instructor Krupke to get the sweat streaming
down their bodies.  When followed by showers and a brisk toweling, they
felt fantastically alive and ready to meet any and all challenges.  It felt
GOOD...even RIGHT...to leave the lederhosen shorts off today.

The atmosphere in the dining hall was electric.  On the balcony that stood
above most of the open first floor, a small SS band played military
tunes. After a hearty German breakfast, Major Storch spoke on the
significance of the day.  "This is a time to celebrate life," he said, "a
day to demonstrate one's manhood and place everything one is - body, mind,
and soul - on the altar of loyalty to the Fuehrer!  Today, having won a
hard-fought battle over your bodies, you will present the fruits of that
victory to the Fuehrer."  Colonel Kreuze's announcements were necessarily
less...inspirational.  Classes would not be held today.  Students were free
until 1300 hours (1:00 pm), at which time they would report to the
classrooms of their squad sergeants.  This examination, like two more that
would follow before the Program's end, would be graded on a strictly
pass-fail basis.  Those who failed would be immediately separated from the
Program and returned to regular duty.  Those who succeeded would form the
student officer corps for a new class of trainees that would enter Schloss
Margarethen in the near future.  After congratulating them on their hard
work and wishing them good luck in passing their first checkpoint, he
dismissed the company.

The young men of Second Squad paused outside the dining room.  "Hey," Nils
exclaimed, "it's only 0900 hours (9:00 am).  Preparing ourselves perfectly
isn't going to take more than two to three hours.  It's a beautiful
morning.  Why don't we just crash on the lawn for an hour and enjoy the
sun?"  "Yeah!" Piet said. "Anyway, I've got some questions on what Burmann
said yesterday.  Let's go!"  "Ok," Eugen agreed, "as long as the guy who
needs to sack out for a bit can leave at any time without getting guys down
on him."  "Done!" the youngsters yelled and took off for the lawn.  As they
marched through the Castle, they passed Sergeant Burmann.  As they saluted,
he grinned and said, "Playing hooky, eh?"  "No, Sergeant, review session!"
replied Eugen and continued on.  Jens who was in the last rank and closest
to the Sergeant hazarded a shy smile - and got a wink for his efforts!
(The young NCO would not be so lighthearted when he reached Colonel
Kreuze's office where a military telegram awaited him.  His wife had been
killed in a heavy bombing raid on their native Hamburg!  In shock, he
remembered wondering whether he should feel overwhelming guilt or a sense
of liberation?  He had loved Erika truly - though he had been home for so
few weeks.  Nevertheless, it was only last night that he had finally
admitted to himself where his physical needs really lay - and who he wanted
to stand beside him all his life through!)

"What in hell was Burmann talking about at the end of class yesterday,
Eugen?" Piet growled as he flopped down on the thick lawn beside his
buddies?  "What may have confused you, Dutchman, was that he was talking
about two things at the same time.  You know about the bombing raids that
are doing some damage.  How would you feel," Burmann asked, "if they
continued to get worse, maybe even did some serious damage?  How would you
feel if other things happened during the war to scar some of our cities?
Would you turn your back on her, hate her?"  "Of course I wouldn't!" Klaus
snapped.  "On another level, he asked how you would feel if a man whom you
loved...maybe your uncle...a man who had done everything for you throughout
your life...got sick and was close to death.  During his illness, he got
fat; a tumor in his head caused his face to go all screwy...kinda like
Frankenstein, you know?  Would that damage cause you to turn you back on
him, hate him?"  "No, of course not," Piet replied, "but what was Burmann
SAYING?  It's so damned frustrating when someone talks like that!  Why
can't they just come out and tell you what they mean and what they want you
to do?"  Grinning gently, Eugen asked, "Anyone want to help?"

Scratching a solid pec, Jens said he thought it had to do with today's
test.  The soldiers they would meet - many of them officers - had given
their lives to Germany.  In that sense, they - GERMANY - had given them the
opportunities they now enjoyed.  Nevertheless, many of them were now old
and ugly.  The Golden One snickered as he said that Storch sure didn't look
as if he had a build like Piet's!  So there was the problem: Who would want
to have sex with an old man who was falling apart, farted, and was getting
fat?  And, yet, if one turned his back on him, wasn't that turning his back
on Germany?

As a thoughtful Piet hung on every word, the discussion raged on for a good
15 minutes.  Nils finally put a cap on it, saying, "Guys, I think we're
forgetting something.  When I joined the Waffen-SS, I gave my personal oath
to Adolf Hitler.  The Fuehrer had told us that we must take care of the
physical needs of men on the Front.  This Program has tried to help us
overcome old feelings and make it possible for us to do exactly that.  I,
for one, respect my word.  I'll do it - and now I feel pretty good about
myself in doing it.  More, I'll try to make the soldier - whatever his age
and condition - feel good about himself, too.  That's the long and short of
it - and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise!"

"Thata boy, Nils!" Klaus shouted.  The others just nodded...solemnly in
some cases, but affirmatively for all of that.  Piet added the last word,
"Yeah, thanks guys!  I'll do my best, too.  You guys are the greatest!"

For another half hour or so, the men of Second Squad stretched in the grass
under the warm sun, scratched, turned over, and laughed quietly among
themselves.  Toomas broke them all up when he let go one huge fart.
Everyone sarcastically offered him the best of wishes for the afternoon
selection and, dramatically holding their noses, struggled to their feet.
Entering the castle, they saw that it was only a few minutes after ten
o'clock.  Arriving at their squad room, they immediately set about their
preparing their bodies for the tests that lay ahead.  Employing the buddy
system, in which they were now thoroughly experienced, hair cuts were
trimmed, all traces of body hair removed, finger and toe nails were
carefully clipped and cleaned, teeth were brushed, and enemas given.  At
that point, each pair entered the shower for a complete body wash and a
shampoo.  ("No sex!" Eugen warned, "Save it for later!")  On beds and
tables, the young men were then massaged with the smallest amount of light
oil, just enough to complement the beauty of youth and their superb
physical condition.  Hair combed, they finally switched buddies and
rigorously inspected each other's bodies.  A handsome set of young men -
perfectly groomed, proud, happy, and feeling on top of the world - marched
smartly into Sergeant Burmann's classroom ten minutes before the one
o'clock hour.

Sitting at attention, it wasn't possible to tell much about the six
officers who had joined them.  Their uniforms told them that they held both
commissioned and noncommissioned ranks.  Actually, they knew only two of
the men - Colonel Kreuze and Major Storch - though they had seen two others
involved in their duties with the Office and Security Detachments.  The
remaining two were complete strangers.  The fact that 24 officers were
taking part in this activity simultaneously suggested to Eugen that this
was a very expensive operation.  Sharply at 1300 hours (1:00 pm), Sergeant
Burmann called the gathering to order.  He noted that each officer either
had an apartment in the Castle or had been provided with quarters.  Each
had been stocked with everything that had been requested.  Officers and
candidates would return to the classroom by 1530 hours (3:30 pm) at the
latest.  Each of the officers had been provided with two cards bearing his
candidate's name - one stamped pass, one fail.  The appropriate card would
be given to him on return.  If there were problems, Security personnel were
on duty throughout the Castle and could easily be summoned.  'Still more
troops,' Eugen thought.  Swallowing nervously, Eugen heard the Sergeant
announce that he was paired with Colonel Kreuze.  Given the discussions out
on the lawn, fate must have been at work, for Piet drew Major Storch!  Were
there questions?  Hearing none, Sergeant Burmann wished each pair a
successful afternoon.

At the door to the Colonel's apartment - a floor above the staff corridor
into which Jens had wandered - Kreuze smiled at the young man and lightly
caressed the side of his face.  "Relax, young Eugen.  I know your record
better than you do, and I assure you that all is well.  I've been wanting
to talk with you again in any case.  Please enter my humble squad room."
Trying to relax, Eugen followed the Colonel through a small anteroom and
into a room the likes of which he knew only from pictures in schoolbooks.
Though the drapes were of a heavy burgundy material and the furniture was
in the rather dark and heavy Teutonic style of the period, the
high-ceilinged room was light and airy.  Tall windows obviously glazed with
old glass allowed the afternoon light to literally flood the large expanse.
Several paintings hung on the walls.  (Eugen was rather sure that they
weren't paper copies of the type he had on the walls of his room at home!)
To the young German, it was as beautiful as the lawn outside the Castle!
"Come with me, Eugen, and let me show you the rest of my space."  Quickly,
the kindly officer showed him two spacious bedrooms, each with its own
bathroom that contained some fixtures he had never seen, a small office, a
third bathroom (larger than the other two!), a dining room, and a fully
equipped kitchen.  As they returned to the living room, an SS manservant
magically appeared.  "You must be thirsty, Eugen.  Surely, you will join me
for a beer?" the Colonel asked.  "Yes-s-s," Eugen answered nervously.  My
God, he hadn't stuttered since he was twelve years old!  "Thank you. Herr
Standartenfuehrer."  "Eugen!" the Colonel said sternly, albeit with a
twinkle in his eye.  "Please lower the level of formality, at least a
little bit!"  "Jawohl, mein Herr" ["Yes, sir"], the youngster answered
self-consciously.  The Colonel thought to himself that if he were a simple
young lad, sitting naked in a room such as this with his commanding
officer, he might be a trifle nervous, too!

When the servant returned with their beers and glasses, the Colonel thanked
him and told him that he was off duty until after supper.  Disappearing as
magically as he had appeared, Eugen heard the front door close.  Reaching
into a folder, Kreuze withdrew the two cards that the Second Squad leader
recognized as the evaluation sheets.  Holding up the "fail" card, he ripped
it into pieces that he deposited in a large ash tray of Venetian glass.
"As I told you, lad, I know your record better than you know it yourself.
If you're not Second Lieutenant material, then no one in this Army is.  If,
therefore, you wish to leave after we have discussed a couple of other
matters, you may.  You have already fulfilled any...physical requirements
that I might have.  To put it succinctly, you have passed the first check
point."  Continuing quickly to spare the youngster further embarrassment,
he asked him how the troubles with Fourth Squad, particularly with Boris,
had worked out.  (Naturally, he knew the story, in detail, but he wanted to
help Eugen to become more comfortable through involving him in
conversation.)  Uneasily at first, but with increasing vigor as he
proceeded, the youth recounted the story.  Before he was through, he was
actually smiling and softly laughing at a few of the incidents.  "Good!
I'm glad it worked out that way," Kreuze commented at the end of the
recitation.  "Boris is an honest man, and he's going to make a good officer
when he has completed this assignment."

"And now to my second - and last - question.  What of you, lad?  Has the
Program made you feel...'used'?"  Eugen's entire body jerked and trembled;
his face twitched, and he had to exert all of his powers to keep tears from
appearing in his eyes.  Not that he had expected ANY questions, but that
was probably the last question that the Colonel could conceivably have
asked him.  He suddenly...intuitively...realized that HE KNEW.  But how in
hell COULD he know?  Raising his hand to his forehead, he began shaking
anew.  Fully knowing - and intending - what he was doing, the Colonel went
out into the kitchen for a moment, chiefly to give the youngster time to
compose himself.  When he returned, he held two opened beers.  "Ah, I'm
sorry, lad.  I should have asked you whether you would join me in a second.
Well, let's not let them go to waste."  Eugen shakily poured the second
beer into his large, empty glass (not even thinking about where the first
had gone) and gulped it down without stopping.  Throwing his head back
against the heavy padding of the large chair, he tried to inhale and steady
himself.  He failed.  As he began quivering again, he also failed to keep
the tears from coming to his eyes and beginning to run down his crimson
cheeks.  It was at that point that the Colonel came over to his chair,
poured his beer into Eugen's glass, sat on a heavy arm of the chair, and
placed his hand on the boy's muscular shoulder.

 "You will feel much better, son, if you tell me the full story.  You have
my word as a German officer that nothing you say in this room will leave
it, that nothing you say will affect your career in the SS, and that
absolutely nothing you say will change my liking and deep respect for one
of the finest young men who has ever served under my command.  Do you
understand what I am saying?"  Eugen looked up at Kreuze through the tears
that wouldn't stop pouring from his eyes.  What he saw, however dimly, was
a man whom he was willing to trust.  Oh, God, he had wanted to trust
SOMEONE for so long!  He had tried to love his father, but for some
inexplicable reason the man had always HATED him.  Home became a place to
avoid whenever possible.  And with whom else could one share THIS fact in
Germany of the 1930s and '40s?  One might as well hold a Stiehlhandgranate
[stick hand grenade, a.k.a. "potato masher"] and pull the cord!  Reaching
out convulsively, his hand encountered the third beer.  Bringing it to his
lips, he swallowed it as he had swallowed the first two.  He knew he had to
stop.

Suddenly, the boy's head cleared and his trembling diminished.  Clearing
his throat and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he took that
which in religion is called a "leap of faith."  "No, mein Herr, I do not
feel 'used'.  I have known that I am attracted to males for years and
years...almost as long as I can remember.  In the Third Reich, however, one
does not have many opportunities to...enjoy one's body.  This Program has
been a godsend for me.  I guess I enjoy ninety percent of my contacts with
other men."  Suddenly, the youngster convulsed.  His face turned scarlet;
he appeared to be trying to dig his head into the upholstery behind him,
and the tears again flooded his face and upper chest.  Kreuze knelt down on
the floor beside him and simply held him in his arms for a few minutes.  "I
know how difficult that was, young Eugen.  When you have recovered,
however, you will not believe how much better you feel.  I repeat that you
have nothing to fear from me."  The youth seemed to recover for a second
time, looking directly at the Colonel and tightly gripping the hand that
was fastened onto his upper arm.  "Come over and sit beside me on the sofa
for a few minutes," the Colonel whispered...  "before you leave."

The Commandant helped the willing boy to rise to his feet and guided him
over to the long sofa that stood below one of the lighted paintings.
Holding him, the Colonel noticed how the sunlight actually brought out a
bit of red in his brown locks.  "Do I have to leave, mein Herr?"  "No, son,
you do not have to leave, though you may."  "But what about the
examination?"  "You passed."  "What if I don't want to pass...that way?" he
asked somewhat petulantly.  In a dry, but patently humorous voice, Kreuze
said that he had a general rule against having sex in "forced situations."
"I understand, mein Herr; I hate it, too.  Would you consider simply lying
down and holding me?  I have wanted that for so long."  "Yes, we can do
that.  Come with me."  As Eugen passed in front of him, Kreuze slapped him
smartly on the butt, gripped the back of his neck, and pushed him towards
the bedroom.  The young man looked back at him...and grinned.

Slipping back the covering, Colonel Kreuze bade Eugen to lie down.  After
removing his boots, his belt, and his tunic, he lay down beside and behind
him.  Throwing his arm around the boy's magnificent body, he drew him
towards him before resting his side of his face on the youngster's broad,
naked back.  "Better?"  "Oh, yes, mein Herr.  So much is 'better'."  They
lay that way for nearly an hour, the Colonel occasionally stroking Eugen's
shoulder, his hip, or his upper thigh - but never going further.  Finally,
the youngster stirred.  "Mein Herr, I've been hearing strange noises
immediately below us since we lay down.  Is it proper for me to ask who
lives there?"  "Major Storch," Kreuze answered.  "I believe I know the
difference between sex noises and other noises, Herr Standartenfuehrer.
One of my men - one of my friends...and a guy I kinda look out for - was
scheduled to be with Major Storch this afternoon.  Is there any way that we
can find out whether everything is ok without..."  sensing Eugen's
embarrassment, the Colonel simply said, "Yes."  Picking up the phone, he
dialed Storch's room, held for a good minute, but received no answer "Give
me a moment, Eugen.  Go into my bathroom and wash your face off.  There are
clean towels on the rack."  When Eugen returned, the Colonel was fully
dressed.  Brushing a few stray locks off the boy's worried forehead, he
said, "However this turns out, you know, you are always welcome in my
home."  The young Squad leader simply threw his arms around the officer and
hugged...hard.  "Thank you, mein Herr!"  "I'm glad you left my bones
relatively intact," Kreuze commented dryly.  Eugen only grinned.

As the pair started down the staircase, a Security guard noticed them and
saluted.  "Come with me," the Colonel commanded curtly.  As they approached
the Major's door on the floor below, Eugen noticed that it was partially
open.  He was about to move towards it, when the Colonel placed a hand on
his arm and told him to hold.  "Open the door, Hauptscharfuehrer [SS-Master
Sergeant]!" he commanded.  No one was in the living room, but Eugen heard
something coming from a room further back in the apartment.  With pistol
drawn, the Sergeant led the way into a bedroom.  There they found Piet,
lashed to a rough X-shaped cross, blood flowing from his nose, his mouth,
an ear, and several slashes on his chest.  His swollen genitals were also
bloody and badly bruised.  "Oh, God, no," Eugen gasped.  Piet suddenly
coughed violently, expelling blood and bits of teeth.  "Hauptscharfuehrer,
radio for an ambulance.  "Jawohl, Herr Standartenfuehrer!" the guard
snapped, clicking his heels and saluting before departing hurriedly.
"Squad Leader, see to your Grenadier, but carefully."  At that moment,
Major Storch and a second Security guard burst into the room.  "Sir, I must
ask what you are doing in my quarters?" Storch asked peevishly.  "Try
keeping your door shut," Kreuze answered in a voice that clearly said not
to push him.  "Explain...now!"

"Colonel, this tragedy was absolutely unnecessary.  The boy had passed all
of my requirements before he refused to obey an order.  I repeated the
order which he again refused to obey.  No SS officer would tolerate such
behavior!  I lashed him to this lumber and informed him that I would
continue to discipline him until he did as he was told.  When I saw that he
was...having difficulty, I immediately left the room to summon help."  "Did
he resist your lashing him to the cross?"  "No, Colonel."  "What was the
order he refused?"  "After his excellent performance in both oral and anal
sex," the Major exclaimed obsequiously. "I told him that he should admit he
was a queer.  He refused."  "Did you tell him that he SHOULD admit this, or
did you ORDER him to admit that he was...a queer?  You did speak of his
refusing an order, did you not?"  "I...I don't remember," the Major
stammered.

Hearing a siren coming up the last grade, the Colonel looked impassively at
his second-in- command and said, "Herr Major, pending an investigation, I
shall allow you to remain free, as long as you give me your word as a
German officer that you will confine your activities to your office, your
apartment, and the dining hall.  You are expressly forbidden to leave this
building."  "You have my word, Herr Standartenfuehrer!"  Dismissing the
Major with a sharp nod, he told the second Security guard to go down below
and assist the ambulance personnel.  While his attention was occupied, the
Major turned to Eugen with a look of unbridled hatred.  Eugen knew how
deeply he was in trouble.  Further conversation was soon interrupted by the
arrival of the ambulance men with their gurney.  After checking Piet's
vital signs, they carefully removed his bonds, lifted him onto the gurney,
and strapped him down.  As they did, the onlookers were able to see the
pool of blood that had flowed from his rectum.  "How does it look?" the
Colonel murmured.  "Well, mein Herr," the older man said, "he may make it,
but that is one of the most vicious beatings I've ever seen.  What kind of
monster would do this sort of thing to another human being?"  Both Kreuze
and Eugen looked straight at Storch who returned their gaze impassively.
After collecting information needed to contact the hospital, Colonel Kreuze
and the Second Squad leader departed without another word being said.

The Colonel "suggested" to Eugen that it would be best to tell the boys in
Second Squad that Piet had been injured and that he had been taken to the
hospital where he could receive needed tests and care.  Insofar as
possible, he should avoid all particulars.  Colonel Kreuze said further
that he had confidence in his Corporal's discretion - and his ability to
bend a little when some small detail might forestall additional questions.
Smiling grimly, he returned the boy's firm salute.

After taking a quick shower to wash Piet's blood off his body, Eugen
returned to a deeply distressed squad room.  After having been finally
dismissed from the classroom a little before 1600 hours (4:00 pm), the
young men had been worrying about where Eugen and Piet were.  Their concern
had been heightened by the sound of an ambulance and by seeing a patient
being removed from the Castle on a gurney.  They had seen Security guards
rushing about in the corridors, but no one had told them anything.  Cries
of "Are you ok, Eugen?" and "Where's Piet?" poured down on him from every
side as his buddies crowded around.  Klaus, in particular, was beside
himself.  "Look, guys, there was an accident and Piet was hurt.  I've seen
him, and I know that he's been taken to the hospital where he can get the
tests and the care he needs.  I promise that I'll get more information as
soon as I can."  The besieged young Squad Leader had never been more
relieved to hear the first dinner bell.  "Ok, men, let's get it together!"

Dinner was not a happy affair.  Colonel Kreuze sat absolutely stone-faced;
Sergeant Burmann looked gray and worried; Major Storch would look no one in
the eye.  Eugen tried his very best to act naturally, but it was so very
difficult.  Afterwards, he couldn't remember one thing that he had pushed
into his mouth or, indeed, if he had eaten.  Before Boris and Lars could
catch up with him, he escaped into the gym and furiously completed set
after set of his exercises before showering and walking around the Castle
grounds for a while.  It was nearly 2200 hours (10:00 pm) before he
returned upstairs.  Only Jens was in the room, reading on his bed.  He
grinned up at the Squad Leader, mumbled some kind of greeting, and returned
to his reading.  Walking over to the window, he noticed that a light was
still on in a window of the Commandant's apartment located in a wing of the
building that jutted out diagonally from his own.  Telling himself that he
had to at least try to find out how Piet was, he quietly padded out of the
room, down the corridor and up the stairs.  Knocking on the Colonel's door
after the SS guard had given him permission, he waited until the manservant
opened it and bade him enter.  "I am just going off duty, Corporal, but the
Colonel said that you were to be admitted if you appeared.  He's in his
office.  Good night."  With that the SS man quietly departed, telling the
guard that all was well.

Indeed, Colonel Kreuze was in his office, but he was not a happy man.
Twenty minutes ago, he had finished decoding a message from Berlin.  It
read simply, "Catastrophic developments taking shape.  Be on lookout for
definitive report in earliest morning."  Reading it for the twentieth...no,
make that the fiftieth...time, he sighed, placed it in his secure drawer,
and pushed the lock.  Looking up, he saw the vision that was Eugen
illumined in the doorway.  "Hello, son.  I'm more happy that you came back
than you may ever know."  It's difficult to explain, but those simple words
- in addition to the fantastic pressures and happenings of the day - were
the final blow that temporarily sent the young Squad Leader over the edge.
Rather than depressed, he felt giddy; rather than mature, regressed; rather
than sad and anxious, slightly...ever so slightly...joyful.  Slowly,
silently - as if playing a game - he stole over in back of the Colonel's
chair.  'What's this?' Kreuze thought as he heard light footsteps in back
of him.  He was on the verge of speaking sharply when he stopped, closed
his eyes, and shook his head.  'Easy, Alfred,' he thought.  "After this
day, a little silliness won't kill you.  Let the game play out.'  What he
did not expect was to feel moist lips on the back of his tightly shorn neck
or to hear a melodious voice that said, "Thank you, mein Herr, for
restoring my faith in human beings."  Shaken, he twirled around in his
chair only to see a young man whose eyes were filled with a love that he
had long since decided would never shine upon him.  Could it be that in
making the Wehrmacht his chosen life companion, he had missed something
very...necessary...  even exciting?  Without pausing to think, he simply
held out his arms - and immediately found himself holding about 168
lbs. (76 kg) of very beautiful, very solid young man flesh.  When the lad's
lips found his, he was dumbfounded by how easy, how natural it was to
respond in kind.

"Would you like me to hold you again?" Kreuze asked somewhat breathlessly.
By way of answer, the young god easily rose to his feet, held his hand out,
and helped his Colonel to stand.  For a moment, Kreuze looked down at the
forearm that he was grasping.  'My God,' he thought, 'I never saw anything
this beautiful, this perfect, in the Louvre - and I spent more time there
than I did on duty!'  He raised the boy's palm to his nose.  It smelled so
good, so clean...  so manly.  As Eugen stepped away, he said, "Stop!"
Scarcely believing what he was doing, the obviously entranced officer
reached out and tentatively touched the warm brown flesh of the boy's lower
back.  Slowly, he let his fingers slide down onto the very top of his
buttocks.  Openly giggling, Eugen got around in back of him and literally
pushed him towards the bedroom door!  Even the Colonel had to laugh...a
little.

The young man watched from the bed as his Commandant removed his boots and
then the light sweater he had been wearing.  Making ready to lie down, he
was stopped dead in his tracks by the look on the youth's face - the look
of a St. Bernard that covets that last chop on your plate!  "Please, my
Colonel, please," he begged.  "I want to feel you against me" "Oh, very
well," Kreuze muttered as he removed his shirt.  He was a bit taken aback,
when the naked youth leapt wildly off the bed and stood before him.  "Let
me help," he begged.  Too shocked to stop him, he allowed the lad to
unbutton the buttons at the top of his undershirt and pull it up over his
head.  Before he could regain his sense of control, the youngster had
quickly lowered his suspenders and peeled the trousers off his legs.  As he
went for his undershorts, however, Kreuze suddenly regained full voice.
"NEIN!"  "Zum Befehl, Herr Standartenfuehrer! ["At your command, Colonel!]"
Eugen snapped in his best parade voice.  "That's 'Alfred' to you when we're
alone together," the Colonel murmured as he nibbled on the lad's earlobe.
"Yes, my love," the boy replied.

For some time, they did lay side-by-side, the boy in front, the officer
lightly stroking his body from behind.  "I cannot believe how beautiful you
are," the Colonel kept whispering.  Finally, when Eugen began to feel a
sizable lump up against his nether parts, he worked himself over onto his
back and said, "Kiss me, Alfred; kiss me hard."  As Kreuze leaned forward,
his Corporal reached around him and drew his fingernails down his back from
the neck well into his shorts.  "Oh, so its fun and games time, is it?" the
officer muttered playfully as the two began to wrestle.  And wrestle they
did for several minutes, though the knowledgeable observer would have had
to say that it was long on body contact and short on technique.  Finally,
Eugen flopped onto his back.  "Touch me, Alfred," he commanded - and this
time there was no St.  Bernard look in his eyes!  Tentatively, almost
fearfully, Alfred extended his hand and touched the boy's pulsing cock with
one finger...before he grasped it with his entire hand.  How could anything
be that velvety and that hard at the same time?  Clearly, he had forgotten
what it was to be young!  "Alfred, please don't stop, please!"  The Colonel
did his duty though he almost had a heart attack when the boy's body went
rigid and arched well off the bed.  His cock absolutely exploded, spewing
cum all over him and even onto the Colonel's face.  "Nice shot," Kreuze
laughed.  "If you'd been on the field, you'd have gotten a marksman's badge
for that!"  "Why don't I believe you?" Eugen asked, giggling.  "Ah, that
was good," he breathed as he stretched.

Something else was good, and he could feel it digging into his hip.  Rising
onto his side, he grinned wickedly at his Colonel as he pushed him onto his
back.  Knowing that Kreuze was an advocate of the direct attack, he reached
directly for his prey.  "Eugen, love, I'm...I don't have a body like you,"
he protested in obvious embarrassment.  For the first time, his Corporal
ignored him and rummaged around in his shorts until he was able to draw out
a weapon that wasn't half bad.  Oh, shit, it was better than that!  Before
the Colonel could object further, he proceeded to use every lesson he had
ever had on the subject.  In the next few minutes, his love - for that was
exactly what he was! - was sucked, licked, titillated, fingered, laved, and
bathed.  Hell, Eugen even blew a little on him!  To the extent that the
Colonel lacked knowledge - though he knew more than he was letting on - his
Corporal showed him many of the pleasures to be found in balls, scrotums,
frenulums, glans, urethras, and...well, you name it.  When the Colonel had
contributed a healthy mouthful of cum, they both lay back on the bed,
laughing and touching each other's bodies.  "Can you possibly love me?"
Eugen finally asked timorously.  "That's the wrong question, Corporal.  The
right question is, 'Can I possibly NOT love you more than anything I have
ever found in this life?'"  With near youthful energy, he sprang off the
bed, picked up the phone, told the duty officer that he HAD to have a
couple of hours sleep, and ordered him to call him at 0200 hours.  Jumping
back into bed, he gathered his boy into his arms.  Both men were asleep
within minutes.  Eugen awoke, not to the sound of the phone, but to the
Colonel's lips planting kisses from the back of his neck, down his muscled
back, over his buttocks, and onto his thighs.  "Oh," he gasped, "I'd like
more of that!"  "You know where I live, young man!  The soldier uses his
knowledge!"

After Eugen had cleaned up in the bathroom, he turned to leave.  Kreuze got
out of bed, came over to him in the darkened room, and embraced him.  The
boy felt the Colonel's hard cock probing him through the thin undershorts.
He also felt the tears that were spilling down his cheeks.  They kissed,
but said no more until Eugen approached the door.  "You passed!" the
Standartenfuehrer managed to blurt out.


(To Be Continued)