Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2004 20:05:21 -0500
From: edcwriter@yahoo.com
Subject: CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 6

CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 6

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 6

(Revisiting Chapter 5)

Will put his grandfather's diary down on the covers.  Tears streaming down
his face, he had done no better than muffle his repeated cries of "Thata
boy, Eugen, thata boy!  Kill the bastard!"  It was late.  Maybe his mother
and father hadn't heard him.  Rock-hard...his entire body rigid with
stress, he heaved the covers back and maniacally jerked himself off until
he exploded in the first major breathtaking, ball-draining,
consciousness-dimming orgasm of his young life.  Strange...  On a night
over 60 years ago, most of the young men at Schloss Margarethen had done
much the same thing!  Awakened by the last of his son's cries and the heavy
thudding of his bed against the wall, Will's father smiled and calmly
assured his good wife that all was well.  It was simply that their young
adolescent son had just read about Eugen's victory.  They smiled knowingly,
hugged, kissed, and returned to peaceful slumber.

(Continuing Our Story: The Fight - Aftermath)

Colonel Kreuze had been through this before.  He knew that the adrenalin
and testosterone levels of the young men were so high as to make explosions
inevitable.  Fine on the battlefield - not so fine in a school...  Thus, he
cancelled classes and ordered the company out onto the field for "war
games" under strict staff supervision.  When they dragged themselves back
into the Castle after nearly two hours, the situation was again
controllable.  Directed to stop by the infirmary, Squads 2 and 4 were able
to pick up their leaders and return upstairs with them.

Neither squad leader was able to march to supper - their friends smuggled
some food upstairs for them.  Eugen was very withdrawn, scarcely able to
speak with his buddies, even with Toomas.  Somehow, they all understood
that it was simply a time to "be there" for him.  Finally, at about 9:00 pm
(2100 hours), he rose from his pallet, walked unsteadily up the hall to
Fourth Squad's room, and knocked on the door.  When Lars opened the heavy
portal, he extended his hand and asked if he might see Boris.  Discretely
returning the medallion to the tall Norwegian with a glance of thanks, he
walked over to Boris's bed.  Rather than unfriendly, the atmosphere in the
squad room seemed deeply depressed.  His faced turned towards the wall,
Boris appeared to be barely conscious and in no condition to speak, but
Eugen sat silently on the edge of his bed for a few minutes.  Rising, he
walked over to Erwin, the lad who had been in his squad leader's corner
during the fight.  "When Boris gets it back together, chances are his
throat is going to be sorer than hell.  I've always found these lozenges do
more for me than anything I've ever tried.  Please pass them on."  With
those words, he pressed a partial pak into the young man's hand and left
the room.

(On the Morrow)

  Breakfast

The Colonel was relieved to find the atmosphere in the dining hall to be
"correct" and "professional."  While there was few signs of easy
camaraderie, the earlier sense of heavy tension had clearly passed.  At the
end of the meal, he announced that Squads 2 and 4 would meet together (on
Squad 2's schedule), but for morning classes only.

  Physical Conditioning

Sergeant Instructor Krupke began class as if nothing had happened since the
last session.  Telling Eugen and Boris to hold, he and his staff quickly
involved the young men in their usual headlong race around the perimeter of
the field.  On their return, he immediately sent them off with his staffers
for the day's activity - a climb up the Castle wall!  Grabbing each of the
squad leaders by an ear, he growled, "You two ok?"  Hearing firm responses
of "Jawohl, Herr Oberscharfuehrer!" he grinned and let go of the ears.
"Ok, the Colonel has brought a sawbones in from down below to give you
birds a thorough check-up.  Report to him in the infirmary.  You will go
from there directly to your next class.  Go!"  They saluted smartly and
turned to walk - carefully - back towards the Castle.

As the two sore and battered youngsters sat waiting for the doctor, Boris
gruffly thanked Eugen for the lozenges and admitted that he "might have
gone a bit too far."  In some frustration, Eugen asked him, "Does the fact
that I kill some guys when fighting with the Twelfth Panzer mean that I'm a
murderer?"  When Boris nodded in the negative, he continued, "Then how
about the sex?  Does the fact that I've done exactly what Kreuze, Storch,
and Burmann have ordered me to do - including loosening up with it - mean
that I'm a homo?  For God's sake, Boris, we may never be great buddies, but
can't we be good comrades - guys who would fight to the end for each
other?"  In a not unfriendly way, Boris just grunted, but said nothing.

There was no opportunity for further conversation as the civilian doctor
entered the anteroom and motioned for Boris to accompany him.  When he had
given the Fourth Squad leader a thorough physical, he repeated it with
Eugen.  As he finished, he heard the class bell and sent them both off to
their next class.  Later, he reported to Colonel Kreuze that while they had
each taken a savage beating, their age and physical condition should help
them to be ready for full duty in a very few days.  Happily, the long-term
effects should be minimal.  For instance, Eugen would have a slight scar on
his cheek.  Boris, however, needed immediate dental work. He also
recommended minor surgery on his nose which he could perform personally.
With the Colonel's permission, he would be honored to arrange for this work
in town.  Receiving the Colonel's permission and thanks, he promised to
file a written report within days and departed.

  Sex Instruction

As the two squads filed into the classroom, Boris came over to Eugen,
(gingerly) hooked an arm around his neck, and said, "We're comrades, ok?"
To the relief of both squads, they shook hands - and even managed a faint
grin.  "Ow!," Boris yelped, raising a big hand to his mouth.  Eugen just
let out a guffaw and slugged him (lightly) on his upper arm.  The company
broke into laughter just as Sergeant Burmann entered the room.

"Glad you guys are feeling happy," Burmann said as he strode to the front
of the room.  ('What's this?' the Sergeant thought to himself as he turned
around.  'They're actually sitting together.  Will wonders never cease!')
"If I had to pick one lesson that would give you people the most trouble,
this would be it.  Most of the men you meet in the field are going to want
oral relief...but there will be some who need it anally.  My experience on
the battlefield - when the tension comes close to paralyzing you - has been
that most of us can help a buddy out manually and, sometimes, even orally,
but anal help is quite another kettle of fish.  That's today's work."

"Remember that NOBODY thinks you're queer.  We know that you are respecting
the finest traditions of the SS, following direct orders that you
volunteered to follow, and doing your part for victory!  You must also
remember, however, that's this job demands more than simply going through
the motions.  You are being ordered to relax and loosen up with behavior
that's difficult for any real man, practice it with your buddies, and show
that you JOYFULLY follow the Fuehrer's commands!  If you feel tense and
negative, you haven't performed your duty - and it's time to give it
another try.  For what it's worth, you already have my respect.  Ok, let's
get to work!"

After discussing lubrication, he returned briefly to sexual diseases.
"Remember, guys, that there are diseases out there that could keep you from
having babies later on - or cause you to injure someone you love.  If your
soldier has any signs of disease such as warts, rashes, any unusual
discharges - the things we discussed the other day - EVERYBODY has to wear
a condom.  Insist...politely...but insist!!  I need a volunteer!"  Ten of
the young men, Boris among them, immediately leapt to their feet, their
arms raised stiffly in salute.  As the remaining two looked at the odds,
they, too, stood and saluted.  'HOLY SHIT!' Burmann chortled to himself.
"Ok, Jens, jump up on the front table.  Gather 'round men.  There are more
of you so stand close."

The key word in all of this is RELAX!  Relax yourself; and do anything
that's necessary to help your subject to relax.  Reaching around in back of
him, he tickled Jens who obligingly squirmed and giggled.  Grinning, he
chortled, "See what I mean?"  If there's anything beyond mild discomfort in
this activity, either you haven't relaxed or you haven't been able to help
your subject to relax.  RELAXATION IS ESSENTIAL!  "Next to relaxation,
lubrication is the most important issue.  The rule is simple: LUBRICATE
EVERYTHING!  The anal muscles are powerful; the anal canal is tight -
tighter in some men than in others.  So you've got to lubricate and you've
got to LOOSEN THINGS UP.  Failure in any of these three jobs results in
pain.  It's that simple.  Ok, let's see how it's done.

Placing small pillows under Jens' head and lower back, he told the
gymnastic youngster to roll back on his shoulders, hold his legs apart by
placing his hands under his knees, and let his butt rise into the air.
"Let me know when you need a break, Jens," he murmured.  Stripping off to
the admiring glances of many guys in the room, he then lubricated a finger
and began to lightly massage the muscular Dane's anus.  Within a minute or
so, it winked open.  "It doesn't usually happen that fast," the Sergeant
joked, "but Jens is obviously horny this morning!"  The class broke into
nervous laughter.  Gathering more lube, Burmann slowly worked the finger
into Jens, gently prodding and twisting.  "Don't force things, men, but
remember that the job is gradually to loosen the muscles.  Keep that finger
moving - in as well as back and forth, around and around.  Occasionally,
hook the finger slightly.  What could I do if Jens were really tense and,
maybe, beginning to tighten up even more due to pain?"  The suggestions
came quickly from every side: use more lube, tickle him, work on his
nipples, rub his perineum, kiss him - if he weren't so ugly (a suggestion
that brought snickers and a snort or two).  "Good thinking, men!  In this
case, however, things are going well.  See, Jens is loosening up; it's
easier to move my finger.  Now I can begin pushing it in more deeply and
then drawing it out."  Adding more lube, Burmann continued, "And I can
begin searching for a bump inside the anal canal.  If I can find it..."
Jens suddenly jerked, crying "AH-H-H-H...  Oh, yeah!"  "I FOUND IT!" the
Sergeant chortled as he lightly massaged Jens' prostrate while the muscular
gymnast squirmed in ecstasy.

"Let's take it further."  Quickly lubricating two fingers - and then three
- he twice repeated the process he had just illustrated.  Towards the end,
Jens was moaning and actually pushing against the Sergeant's fingers - and
Burmann's cock had slowly erected and grown harder.  Lubricating his cock,
he growled, "Time for action!  Lift your ankles up onto my shoulders."  As
he brought his cock to the boy's anus, he reached down and whispered so
that only Jens could hear, "Ok, you handsome hunk, let's do it!"  When the
blond winched as Burmann's cock slowly eased past his anal muscles, he
stopped momentarily to allow the youngster to adjust to the new visitor.
Beginning to push on, he bent down and kissed Jens hard.  Almost
immediately, he felt his pubes contact the Dane's smooth pubic mound.
"Good boy!" he breathed as he laved a nipple.  Laughing lightly, he
suddenly drew out slightly and then pushed back in a bit more sharply.
"OH!" Jens gasped.  "OH, YEAH!"  And so began the dance celebrated in the
art and legend of millennia.

Illustrating a variety of thrusting techniques - slow, long, from various
angles, etc. - as well as several forms of body stimulation - a little
nibble on the shoulder, a little penial stimulation, a kiss on the nose -
the dance continued in ever-growing intensity.  The Sergeant Instructor
momentarily thought that it would have been nice if he could have
illustrated how to work through some problems, but that thought disappeared
quickly as Jens began to moan loudly and buck back onto his cock as he
thrust ever more vigorously.  Sweat pouring down their bodies, the boy
shaking his head to throw the wet blond hair out of his eyes, they rocked
violently back and forth until Jens' body suddenly went absolutely rigid.
His head and neck thrust backwards, his muscular chest arched hard against
his Sergeant, the boy's cock exploded, spraying both their bodies with cum.
His own cock rocked by sharp Jens' anal muscle contractions, Burmann
erupted only seconds later, propelling a massive charge of cum deep into
the youngster.  Holding his body close to the Sergeant with muscled arms
and ankles crossed tightly behind his waist, Jens quietly sniffled his
thanks and kissed as their bodies spasmed.  The awestruck company - even
including the reluctant duo - broke into cheers and applause.  Every cock
in the room was at full mast, not a few of them wet and dripping.

A couple of minutes later, the Sergeant and his model sat on the edge of
the table.  Jens' head drooped and he slumped against the instructor as his
chest continued to heave slightly. His arm around the boy, Burmann said,
"That, men, is known as 'giving it everything you have'.  WHATEVER your
assignment, that is what produces SS victories!"  The applause was even
more vigorous.  "Just don't think it's always this easy," guys, "or
produces such great results - either on the battlefield or here, but if you
stay with it, you win!"  Grinning down at his volunteer, Burmann growled,
"The next time I go into battle, I want you right beside me, Viking!"
Standing beside the table, the youngster glowed with pride as his buddies
crowded around and pounded him with words of praise, butt slaps, and light
punches.  Noting that Erwin and Mikkel, the last two holdouts among the
Fourth Squad boys, were fully involved in the melee, Burmann grinned and
gave them an approving sign.  Though slightly embarrassed, they returned
his grin.

Somewhat disturbed that he had spent an inordinate amount of lesson time
with Jens - and, even more, by the realization that the handsome young
Nordic gymnast was getting to him - the Sergeant whistled for attention.
"Ok, for today only, the pairs will include men from different squads."
Quickly, he pointed to them and sent them to the tables.  Were there
problems?  Yes.  The young men were forced to learn a good deal about
relaxation skills. Piet, for instance, got Mikkel, whose Norwegian name
means "enormous."  ('Good call,' Burmann thought, as he glanced at one of
the biggest schlongs he had ever seen on a human being.)  It took all of
the Sergeant's skill to relax the big Dutchman - and even then he had to
show Piet how to lower himself onto Mikkel before he was able to take him,
at least most of him.  Boris and Eugen warmed each other up, but they
realized that their bodies were too battered to take matters much further
anally.  As it happened, Eugen was more than happy to give Boris a
memorable blow job.  In fact, as Eugen strongly praised the way his comrade
had gotten into it, a widely grinning Boris reported that he had received
the first physical satisfaction from another person since entering the
Program!  In truth, for the last hour, the room resembled nothing less than
a happy rabbit warren!  Before they finished up, the Sergeant gave a brief
demonstration of the Doggie, Sitting, and Standing styles for everyone.
Joking about something that several of them had experienced (i.e., that
there was nothing much worse than having one's partner go over the edge
minutes before you were anywhere close!), he also shared a few hints on
controlling ejaculation, including pressing midway on the perineum, tugging
on the scrotum, and squeezing the penis just below the glans.  The boys
from both squads left generally satisfied, joking, and with high praise for
the lesson.  In fact, several overheard comments about planned "homework"
left their good instructor somewhere between hysterical laughter and a
feeling that he just might be doing something right!

  The Afternoon

Lunch was considerably more relaxed than breakfast - much to the relief of
everyone other than, perhaps, Major Storch and Sergeant Bayer.  As a matter
of fact, the relationship between the young men sitting at the Second and
Fourth Squad tables was downright congenial - to the point that their squad
leaders had to occasionally caution individuals.  Individuals at the staff
table did not even glare in their direction, feeling, we may guess, that
whatever was going on had to be better than what had been happening in
recent days!


Continuing the good run of experiences, the Second Squad agreed to a man
that this was the first OT class that was worth anything!  Sergeant Wagner
led a vigorous discussion on the DIFFERENCES between the soldier's and the
officer's responsibilities.  Eugen and Piet were still arguing as they
walked up the broad stairs after class and into their squad room.  Most of
the guys went running.  When Eugen admitted that he was "bushed" and stayed
behind, Piet told him that he was staying, too.  "Mind if I lie down beside
you?" Piet asked.  "God, no, buddy" Eugen answered.  "My whole body aches
this afternoon.  Worse, I feel as if I've been through an emotional meat
grinder.  Nothing would make feel better than a good friend beside me - and
you're one of the best."  Working his way onto the bed behind Eugen, Piet
essentially took the battered squad leader into his arms and lay, softly
rubbing, warming, and relaxing his body.  As his fingers removed the
tension from his muscled torso, he began to sense sexual energy. "Can I go
a little further?" the big Dutchman whispered.  "Yeah, friend.  If I can't
make it, I'll just tell you, ok?"  "Ok!" Piet responded. Gently, he lay
Eugen's body on his back.  Bending over his buddy, he softly laved his
scrotum and tongued his balls before drawing them into his mouth and
sucking lightly.  As his tongue quickly followed the seam up Eugen's
scrotum and the underside of his cock, the lad sucked in his breath and
went hard.

 "Ok, Herr Rottenfuehrer, I want you to turn over and squirm down toward
the bottom of the bed.  Great!  Now get up on your knees.  Hold your knees
and your lower legs fairly far apart.  Can you manage that without pain?"
"So far so good," Eugen grunted.  "Super!  Ok, rest your head on your
forearms.  Get comfortable...that's it!  Try not to jerk for a minute or
two while I rev up your engine a bit."  With that, Piet bent down, placed
his tongue against Eugen's anus, and began laving and tickling it.  "Oh,
Wow, Piet!  I've never felt anything like that.  Oh, God, that's good!"
"Better's coming, buddy.  Hold on!" Piet grunted.  Before returning to his
anus, Piet worked Eugen's cock for a moment, drawing it backwards and up
until he was able to lick his balls and his cock in one motion.  Eugen's
body trembled.  "Oh, yeah, Piet!"  Returning to the anus, his tongue
penetrated the muscles within minutes and began thrusting into his anal
canal.  At that point, Piet lubricated his fingers and slowly, gently,
opened up his friend.  "Ok, Squad Leader, since you missed your turn today,
this may make up for it.  At least on that late afternoon as the sun
spilled in the narrow castle window, the doggie position had never been a
better choice.  Both young men delighted in the deep penetration.  Inasmuch
as the fuck was long and relatively gentle, Piet was also able to avoid
putting great pressure on Eugen's mid- section which had taken Boris's fist
so deeply.  After about a dozen minutes, they both found themselves
climbing the mountain.  Release came suddenly - for both of them.  Gently,
Piet helped his friend to regain the bed and lay behind him, kissing his
neck and shoulders and allowing his fingers to run through his hair.
"That's partially for what you went through for us yesterday," Piet
muttered.  And partially, it's because I damned well wanted to do it."
Eugen gripped the back of one of Piet's big hands and squeezed.

  An Interesting Evening

The big dinner surprise that night was the GUEST.  As the squads marched
in, discipline could hardly be maintained as they saw who was sitting at
the main table between Colonel Kreuze and Major Storch.  Slightly altering
his normal order of business, the Colonel formally introduced LENI
RIEFENSTAHL before allowing the young men to be seated.  Ever gracious, she
thanked him for the invitation from Reichsfuehrer Himmler's office and
joked with the company, saying that she hadn't been surrounded by so many
handsome young men since the Berlin Olympics!  "Naturally," she added, "I
am referring to the handsome young men sitting at this table!"  Colonel
Kreuze wasn't about to growl at the light laughter that filled the room as
the boys sat down to a scrumptious meal.  After all, they hadn't broken
into wild belly laughs!

After dinner, the entire company moved to the auditorium where they
heartily enjoyed Leni Riefenstahl's personal comments and a showing of
"Triumph des Willens" ["Triumph of the Will"], the film that detailed the
Nazi Party gathering of 1934 in Nuremberg.  At its close, they rose as one,
raised their arms stiffly in the Nazi salute, and roared the "Horst Wessel
Lied," the anthem of the National Socialist German Workers' Party.  No one
felt anything other than pride...pride in Germany, pride in the Fuehrer,
and pride in the SS.  After all the dissension of past days, it felt so
very, very good!

Before returning upstairs, Piet stopped by Sergeant Burmann's office as he
had arranged earlier in the day.  Formalities over, he began, "Sergeant, I
would find it easier to take the trunk of a German oak than to take
Mikkel's cock.  It's...it's...monstrous!  You suggested that there might be
something that would help."  "Sure, Piet, be comfortable.  I do want you to
keep up on the exercises I suggested and, of course, every bit of practice
you can get with your buddies will only help.  Nevertheless, I think we can
do more."  Getting up from his desk, he walked over to Piet's chair,
carrying a wooden chest.  Opening it, he displayed a number of very strange
objects.  "These, Piet, are called 'butt plugs.'  Note the pointed end...so
it goes in easily.  The large bulbous portion at the bottom gradually
stretches the anal muscles - and the flange at the bottom keep it from
being sucked into your rectum.  You'd be surprised at the weird things that
many idiots use for the same purpose...cucumbers, pieces of wood, small
shells!  When they are sucked into the rectum, they must be removed
surgically.  You will guess that if we're talking about a shell, the
surgery can be very...exciting!"  Piet snorted loudly and looked on with
interest.  "Why the different sizes, Sergeant?"  "Well, the human anatomy
is an infinite source of variation.  One size just won't do it.  Further,
it's a progressive thing.  When you have mastered a smaller plug, you can
move on to a larger one.  Don't worry; they work.  As far as I know, they
only have one drawback.  They do seem to produce more hard-ons, but you
don't have that problem do you?  Want to try one?"  "All I need, Sergeant
are more hard-ons, but yes, absolutely!"  "Very well, Piet, let's start
with this #2 size. There are five," he added.  "Lower those shorts and bend
over.  Notice that I am heavily lubricating this little work of art - and
opening you up a bit.  Anything that goes up there gets the same treatment,
right?"  "Yes, Sergeant and...umph-h-h-h...thanks...I think."  Coming to
full attention, Piet threw his arm into a salute.  With a grin, Sergeant
Burmann dismissed the youngster with an informal half-salute and returned
to his papers.  "I should never have let him get away with that 'I think',"
he muttered with a wry grin.

Piet hadn't been in the squad room for five minutes before an authoritative
knock sounded on the door.  Nils opened it to disclose Erwin from Squad 4,
Boris' former second.  "Men of Squad 2!" he proclaimed as if he were the
town crier.  "I bring you greetings from your superiors up the hall You are
hereby invited to a 'We're OK" party!  Join us, get a little crazy, accept
our thanks for getting us out of a rut...or into a rut...or whatever!"

The men of the Second Squad looked at Erwin (whose body bore wild designs
painted in garish, tropical colors).  Then they looked at each other.  Then
they shouted, "YEAH!" and headed for the door!

A few doors up the hall, Erwin opened the door wide and, with a 13th
century flourish, bade them enter.  WOW!  The squad room had been
transformed into "Party Central."  The lights were shaded; hot music was
playing; beds, boasting new covers, were pushed where they could serve as
couches; everybody was painted like wild Indians...or, maybe, cannibals
from the South Sea islands; and an unbelievable collection of food and
drink was on the table.  ('How in hell did they manage to come up with all
the good stuff given the shortages?' Eugen thought to himself.)  As soon as
everyone was inside, Boris knocked on a glass for attention.  "Despite all
the nonsense spouted by our Resident Romantic, Erwin, the reasons for this
party are simple.  We want to apologize for the completely unjustified
trouble we brought your way; we want to thank you for honorable way in
which you acted, even while you were being bounced around; and we want you
to know that we'd like to be friends rather than simply comrades.  That's
it.  (Pause) Sorry, Erwin...  There is ONE more thing!  If you're staying
here, there's a cover charge.  Earlier this evening, we drew your names out
of a cap.  The cover charge consists of being painted by the person who has
your name card.  Don't worry.  It's a water- based paint that comes off in
the shower.  Let's have fun!

Jens was still looking around when Erwin came up to him with an opened tin.
"Hi, Jens, I'm Erwin from Aachen.  Is it true that you Danes are like other
Scandinavians in that you believe if it swims, it must be good to eat?"
"Well that statement goes a little overboard , but I guess we do like our
fish.  What have you got?"  "My family sent me quite a few tins of fish,
most of which were imported from Denmark or Norway.  Frankly, I haven't
opened one yet that was edible!  Tell me what you think of this paste."
Jens examined it, smelled it (appreciatively), and said, "You need a
certain type of cracker to make this really taste good.  What do you have?
Shown to the proper place on the table, Jens was quick to spot a box and
hold it up.  "Here we are, a 'Crispbread'...Norwegian, but good."
Spreading a bit on a cracker, he munched appreciatively.  "God, that's
good, Erwin.  I haven't tasted anything like that for over a year!  You try
some?"  "No thanks, friend.  It's all yours - and there are more when you
finish that one.  Besides, I have work to do.  You see I have your name
card!" Erwin responded.  "Do I get to choose my design?" Jens asked.
"Well, give me a few ideas!" Jens replied immediately, "I've always dreamt
of having my body absolutely covered with tattoos of animal horns!"  "Wild!
After you've finished that tin, come on over to the painting bench and
Monsieur Erwin will see what he can do.  Grab a couple of beers on the way,
ok?"

Jens lay on the bench, the artist hard at work above.  Currently, two
curved mountain sheep horns (in yellow) curled around his areolae, two long
black horns of the Thompson's Gazelle began on the outside ankle of each
leg and reached to the hip, and a magnificent Cape Buffalo horn stretched
from one side of his torso to the other across his pecs.  Presently,
Monsieur Erwin was working hard to turn his hard cock into a unicorn horn!
(While long, Jens' cock was a little too thick - from top to bottom - for
the horn to be convincing, but if there's something like "dramatic
license," they must be something like "artistic license"!)  Toomas and Nils
came by, both painted in the usual swirls and other abstract designs, and
thought that Jens' "tattoos" were fantastic.  Erwin told them that if there
were another party to be sure to look him up.  When Erwin was finished,
Jens was indeed a work of art.  Erwin told him to circulate a bit and show
himself off.  Everyone was wildly enthusiastic.  Food, music, friends,
horny art...it was a GREAT party!  It was also nice to have close allies
when it came to sexual matters.  Too many guys thought that if you threw
yourself into the Program with any enthusiasm, you were at least suspect.

Erwin finally wandered over and asked how it was going.  He also said that
things would be closing down in about a half hour.  They HAD to get the
paint off tonight, because by morning it would have worked its way too far
into the skin to come off easily.  Why didn't they grab a shower now?
Besides, Erwin had some soap that made the removal pretty easy.  Offering
to do the honors first, Jens had good opportunity to appreciate Erwin's
sexy build.  As a matter of fact, as he methodically worked at removing the
paint - especially from the German's cock and balls - he found himself
really beginning to swell.  Erwin, on the other hand, was as dramatic in
his approach to paint removal as he was to paint application.  Jens was
quickly covered in thick white lather that was then massaged vigorously
into the paint.  After the second rinse, the Dane was considerably more
than "swollen!"  After the third, he was downright panting!  Feeling Erwin
working the lather deep into his crack, Jens obligingly spread his legs.
"Want me to show you something new, Jens?' the German lad asked.  "Burmann
didn't mention this one to us!"  "Yeah?" Jens asked with mounting
curiosity...and not a little heat.  "Ok if I work a little lube into your
crack and open you up a bit for the 'Shower position'?"  By this time, Jens
was too far gone to resist.  "Yeah, do it."  "Brace yourself against the
shower wall," Erwin mumbled, "and bend forward a little."  As he continued
to lather the Dane, he brought his cock to the open portal and slowly
entered.  Jens had never quite felt anything like the combination of hot
water, lather, the continuing play with every part of his body...and, oh
God, the fucking!  Pressing his body erotically against him, Erwin even
jacked him off in rhythm with his own movements.  It didn't take long
before Jens' cock spewed a heavy load against the shower wall.  As he did,
Erwin thrust deeply into the solid gymnast and exploded!  The boys turned
to each other, hugging and kissing, as the hot spray washed off the
remnants of cum, lather, and paint.

On returning from the party, the evening ended...strangely.  They should
have been on high, but they just weren't.  It was as if all of the tension
that had built up over the last few days suddenly weighed heavily on each
and every member of the company...and at the same time.  (Almost everyone
commented upon it the next day.)  The result was a pervasive sense of
emotional exhaustion, much the same as had gripped Eugen that afternoon.
They fulfilled their bedtime sex obligation. There was scarcely a lad,
however, for whom this was enough to relieve the great tension that had
built up in their bodies and minds.  Not even Jens was satisfied!  The
schedule...the relative isolation in the castle...the sexual demands...the
troubles between Squads 2 and 4...the no rules fight...the wild
party...even the film and the emotional singing of the "Horst Wessel
Lied"...  The result of all this was entirely predictable.  Almost every
member of the company ended the day by wildly beating off.  With the giant
explosions of cum that drained their balls and their demons, the worst of
the tension passed.  The young men were again ready to proceed towards
mastering their new assignment.


(To Be Continued)