Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 16:40:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 4

Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 4
by Bill

"Meine dammen und herren!  Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC, a
smooth-talking and very androgynous-looking 16-year-old boy.
"Willkommen zur Cabaret der Jungen.  Welcome to the Cabaret of
the Boys."

William and Monty sat in a prime location of the discrete Berlin
nightclub.  The curved high-backed banquette seating provided a
perfect close-up view of the stage, but other patrons were
invisible to them, and vice versa.  A round table held their
champagne glasses; two bottles sat in ice buckets on metal
stands.  On the men's laps were their personal waiters, Kurt and
Lukas -- nearly-naked boys, whose sole job was to pour champagne
and serve as compliant sexual playthings.

As the MC described the entertainment that was to appear on stage
that night, it was clear a substantial part of every evening's
audience that was English-speaking, in addition to the majority
who were Germans... the MC repeated everything he said in both
languages.  He told some jokes, alluded to the possibility of
some 'audience participation' fun, and gave a plug for tipping
the waiters.  "A Reichsmark tucked into your waiter's garter will
have the most wonderful effect!" he said in both German and
English.

While the MC was talking, the naked 10-year-old who was playing
the role of his dog -- wearing a collar, floppy cloth ears, and a
tail attached to a butt plug -- was trying his best to upstage
his 'master'.  He mugged shamelessly for the audience, waving his
butt to make the tail wag, panting with his tongue out, pulling
against the leash as if trying to get into the seating area of
the club, scratching imaginary fleas, and giving out an
occasional bark.  He definitely attracted attention and laughter
when he sat back on his hip and tried to lick his crotch,
straining his body and extending his tongue out.  But try as he
might, his mouth got no closer than a few inches from his goal.
He gave out a mournful puppy-whine.

"I suppose you have noticed my new puppy," said the MC at last.
I am teaching him tricks.  Watch now....  Sit up puppy!"  The boy
rose up straight, still kneeling on the stage at the MC's feet.
His beautiful pre-pubescent penis and small round ball-sack drew
the attention of every man (and the handful of women) in the
audience. "Roll over."  The boy returned to all-fours and rolled.

"You saw that the poor little thing, he cannot lick his schwanz.
But watch his trick now.  Alright, puppy... use your paw to make
the little cock stand up."

With a happy bark, the boy got back in the 'sitting up' position,
with a big grin on his face, and masturbated his penis to a
lovely boy-boner, 3 inches in length.

"Isn't he a smart puppy?" asked the MC, to laughter and applause
from the audience.  "Can you now make the orgasm, my puppy?"

The boy shook his head up and down happily and began masturbating
with two fingers and his thumb, pleasure washing over his face as
he panted with his tongue hanging out.  It was utterly erotic to
watch the young boy jacking himself there on stage, under a spot
light.  William's hand slid up Kurt's silky thigh and began
fondling the 12-year-old waiter's nearly-pubescent penis, while
he continued to watch the sexual display on stage.

The kneeling 'puppy' was jacking his reddened boy-cock faster,
and vocalizing a canine version of the sweet sounds that precede
a young boy's dry orgasm.  Suddenly he arched his body back and
pushed his crotch forward, as his whole body shook in sexual
climax... or else a very authentic simulation.  He raised his
face to the ceiling and gave a howl of satisfaction, then
returned to hands-and-knees, wagging his tail vigorously.  The
puppy rubbed his face affectionately against the MC's leg, and
the youth reached down to stroke the boy... fondling his butt
while giving a knowing wink to the audience.

As the MC began to introduce the first entertainer, the boy
lifted his leg to the side and pretended to pee on the teenager's
high-heeled boots, to the merriment of the crowd.  "Bad doggy!
Bad!" he said in mock outrage. "I must now whip you for your
behavior."

The riding crop in the teenager's hand whistled through the air
toward the boy's rump.  The leather loop at the end of it snapped
sharply as it made contact, but the stiff part of the whip
whooshed past the boy's tender butt.  The sound was loud, but the
impact was relatively mild.  Nonetheless, the boy yelped just
like a dog and cowered pitifully as he emitted heart-rending
whimpers.  The audience laughed, but also called out "ohhh...
poor doggy" in multiple languages.

"So you think that I should not punish the dog who makes the
tinkle on my boot?" said the MC melodramatically, as always in
both languages.  "Perhaps one of you will take the spanking for
him.  Maybe there is an Englischer schoolboy among you who will
get pleasure from a few strokes of the whip?"  That got another
laugh, as this form of erotic masochism was known in several
European languages as "the English vice"... stereotypically the
fetish of Englishmen who had grown up eroticizing the whippings
they received in boarding school during their formative years.

"Come now.  Is there a volunteer from the audience?" he repeated.

"Go on Monty!" urged William.  "Save the puppy from his beating,
and get your jollies as well."

"Ja! Tun sie es!" (Yes; do it!) said Lukas, Monty's waiter,
hopping off his lap and pulling playfully at his arm.

"Alright, then!" laughed the Brit, as he stood up, took off his
tuxedo jacket and handed it to Lukas.  The MC motioned him onto
the stage, amidst applause and chuckles from the audience.

"You are English; yes?" asked the MC.  Monty grinned and nodded.
"Perfect!" said the youth.  "To be the substitute dog, mein herr,
you need the special costume."  He gave a little whistle, and
from behind the curtain at the rear of the stage came a young
waiter, dressed in the same revealing attire as Kurt and Lukas,
and carrying on his tray a leather dog collar.  The MC put it
around Monty's neck, and then whistled again.  Another waiter
came out, and on his tray was another pair of the faux dog-ears.
Monty put them on himself, laughing along with the audience.  A
third whistle brought another boy, and on his tray was an
enormous dildo -- far larger in length and girth than a human
penis could ever reach -- with a tail attached.   The puppy-boy,
on hands and knees next to Monty, wiggled his buttocks at the
audience to make his own butt-plug-tail wag.  Monty laughed as
much as the audience members and stroked the 3-inch-wide dildo
briefly before returning it to the tray.

The MC turned Monty so that his back was to the audience.  Two of
the waiters, having put down their trays, knelt in front of the
young British aristocrat and unbuttoned his tuxedo pants, lowered
them to mid-thigh, and began a double-team licking and sucking of
his penis, their ministrations obvious to all in the room, but
hidden from actual view by their heads and Monty's body.  The
third waiter stood to one side and raised the back of Monty's
shirt, just as the MC's riding crop came whistling to deliver a
loud (but rather mild) slap.  The puppy immediately bounced up
and eagerly licked the spot where the tip of the whip had landed.
 He bounced away just in time for the riding crop to come down
again, and again returned to kiss and lick the reddening spot.
With a third spank, the MC was done.

"May we have your applause for the gallant gentleman who saved
the puppy!"

The three waiters, working together, secured Monty's trousers,
tucked in his shirt, and retrieved the dog collar and ears before
escorting Monty, grinning and blushing slightly, back to his
table.

"Bravo, Monty!" said William, shaking his friend's hand.  "But
tell me... those boys weren't really giving you a cock-suck right
there on stage, were they?"

"They most certainly were!" said Monty as he sat down.  "Quite
proficient at it too.  I trust that Lukas here does it equally
well."  The waiter, hearing his name but not understanding the
other words, snuggled close to Monty on the curved leather bench,
rubbing his hand lightly over the bulge in the man's crotch
before sliding onto his lap.

The MC's voice brought their attention back to the stage.  "And
now, for your entertainment, the Cabaret of Boys brings you the
star of the stage, the diva of the recordings, and the
international sensation of the cinema... Marlene Dietrich!"

A boy of 14 came out in very convincing drag.  His clothing,
hair, and make-up effectively evoked the 27-year-old movie
actress and singer.  His mini-dress was the style worn by the
most brazen 'flappers' frequenting speakeasies back in America,
decorated with beads and sequins, with arms and shoulders bare
except for narrow 'spaghetti straps'.  It was so short that his
lack of underwear was noticeable as he moved, displaying his
nicely dangling balls and a handsome youthful penis with a
protruding nozzle of foreskin.  When he opened his mouth and
began singing "Wenn die Beste Freundin", it was an impressive
impersonation of the smokey voice and world-weary phrasing of the
woman whose records were played on victrolas throughout Europe
and America.

Kurt, sitting on William's lap, wrapped his arms lightly around
the man's neck and looked at him with doe-eyes.  "The romantic
songs, they are pleasing to you?  Does the listening have you
wanting to give me a kiss?" He brought his face closer, rubbing
his cute nose lightly against William's, their lips an inch
apart.

"Mmmm... yes!" said the man, drawing the boy even closer and
fondling him more intimately, inhaling the dab of perfume behind
his ear.  William kissed the boy's neck, then his cheek...
finally arriving at Kurt's beautiful full lips.  But as they
kissed, the boy seemed reticent, like an innocent girl being
kissed for the first time.  He backed away slightly when
William's tongue sought entrance to the boy's mouth.

The man was puzzled and impatient at this uncharacteristic
display of coyness, but then it dawned on him.  He remembered
Monty's instructions about protocol, which had also been
mentioned as well by both the MC and the maitre-d.  William
reached into his pocket, pulling out a crisp 1-Reichsmark bill
(worth 25 cents in 1928; the equivalent of $4 today).  He folded
it lengthwise and then tucked it half-inside the elastic garter
securing a black-tinted stocking at mid-thigh on Kurt's left leg.
The boy responded instantly, purring with new-found passion,
hugging and french-kissing so aggressively that he was literally
sucking William's tongue into his mouth.

After a minute, when William came up for air, he studied the
radiant face of the boy on his lap.  'Damn; he's so gorgeous!'
the man thought to himself, as one hand toyed with Kurt's perfect
erection and the other hand felt the boy's smooth slender butt.

"You are beautiful, Kurt....  I'm sure every man tells you that."

"On this night you are the only man, Billy," said Kurt tactfully,
as he nuzzled his soft cheek against the man's.  "Is it good that
I call you 'Billy', as your friend names you?"  William smiled
and nodded his permission.  The boy hugged William around the
neck and whispered  "I am so glad that you choose me, Billy," as
he nibbled at the man's ear.  "I do everything to make you happy.
You will make me happy also; yes?"

"Yes... I want to make you happy too," sighed William dreamily,
as another Reichsmark slid into the garter on Kurt's right leg.
The boy's tongue teased the inside of William's ear, and his
fingers began unbuttoning the man's trousers, feeling his cock.
William glanced over at Monty and smiled to see that the Brit's
trousers and underwear had been removed completely, and his boy
knelt astride his lap, rubbing against the man as they kissed.

"Shall we do like they are?" he asked Kurt.

"Ja!  That is good for making the pleasure to both of us!"  The
pretty youngster slid off of the man's lap, knelt on the floor,
and pulled off the tuxedo pants and underwear overtop William's
patent-leather shoes.  Kurt filled the champagne glass and then
scrambled back onto the man's lap, a knee on either side of
William's hips.  The boy reached down between them and stroked
the American's cock briefly, then brought his own rigid boy-boner
alongside it, stroking both at once as he leaned in to kiss the
man lasciviously with his tongue.  William's hands were drawn, as
if by a powerful magnet, to the boy's soft, slender butt that was
so convenient to his reach... then wandered up the boy's back.
'Marlene Dietrich' was now belting out a saucy up-tempo number
titled 'Sex Appeal', with lyrics in both English and German, but
William was barely paying attention.  He was holding a beautiful
12-year-old in his arms, their erections grinding together
wonderfully, and he was kissing the boy's sweet luscious mouth
with fevered lust.

William had the fleeting realization that he was experiencing
what his fraternity buddies back at college had described when
they returned from a date with a 'loose' girl... necking in the
back seat of a Model-A Ford parked on Lover's Lane, or on a sofa
in the darkened 'make-out den' at the fraternity house, as music
filtered in from the party in the next room.  (William had
occasionally  dated girls in order deflect suspicion about his
true desires, choosing prim intellectual virgins... the kind who
would have indignantly refused to give the kinds of things that
he had no interest in getting from a girl.)

Minutes passed in a haze of pleasure, and William wasn't even
aware that one song ended and another began -- the popular tune
'Ich Bin Die Fesche Lola'.  Kurt was cooing with pleasure in his
ear, breathing heavily, telling him how good it felt, and humping
against him with increasing urgency.  William reached down and
took the boy's delightful erection in his fingers, and the
youngster literally fucked the man's hand.  With rapidly building
excitement, Kurt hugged William ever more fervently and buried
his face against the man's neck.  Then his body stiffened as
William held him tightly.  The boy emitted a muffled high-pitched
squeal that signaled the climax of his dry orgasm, and he
collapsed in William's arms.

"You are the most wonderful lover of all my life!" he whispered,
as his kisses covered the man's neck.  (The possibility that he
said this to every customer didn't bother William a bit.)

The MC came out, minus his 'dog', to introduce the next act: a
pair of acrobats.

"These two amazing brothers come from the exotic land of India,
serving for years in the palace of the Maharajah of Jaipur."
Out came fraternal-twin brothers, 13 years old and very similar
in appearance, dressed in the clothing of a 'swami' - fat turbans
on their heads and a length of saffron-colored cloth wrapped
several times around their loins.  They looked sufficiently
exotic to actually be Indian, with dusky skin and coal-black
hair, but were in fact Hungarian gypsies, trained since they were
toddlers to be performers in small circuses traveling throughout
Europe.  As the band played an approximation of Indian music, the
boys danced sensuously for several minutes, and then began
removing their meager clothing.  First, they unwound the turbans
as they danced, leaving a trail of cloth as they moved about the
stage.  And then they took turns in slowly unraveling each
other's loin garment... one brother holding the end while the
other twirled around, raising his legs up high as needed to free
himself from the intricately-wrapped strip of cloth.

Soon the two were totally naked, their pubescent genitals and
cute bottoms on full display as they danced.  It was like the
erotic statuary of India come to life, with their lips and
tongues brushed together as they masturbated each other's penises
to 4-inch erections... all the while moving sensuously to the
music.

Then they began their routine of acrobatics and contortion.  The
boys were quite good at their art and performed both individually
and in tandem, pushing their slender bodies gracefully up into
handstands, bending themselves into seemingly impossible shapes,
and lifting each other into the air in a show of remarkable
balance and strength.  But in addition to their gymnastics, they
were also quite adept as erotic performers... taking every
opportunity to stroke each other's cocks and asses with fingers
and tongues... rubbing their dark-tan bodies together as they did
their acrobatic tricks.

William and Monty were paying rapt attention to the action on
stage, and rather less to the boys in their laps, when the
slender acrobats floated smoothly into a position best described
as a 'standing 69'.  One brother was standing, holding the other
upside down... their mouths and youthful erections perfectly
aligned as they began sucking each other... each taking his
brother's cock to the hilt.  And after a minute, they slowly
inverted themselves, so that the other brother was now the one
standing... without removing their mouths from each other's stiff
boners or their arms from around each other's waists.  The
audience sighed with pleasure and applauded with amazed
admiration.  And then the boys inverted again... and again... as
they continued to suck each other.

Another Reichsmark slid into Kurt's garter.  "Suck my cock,"
murmured William in the boy's ear, as he reached for his
champagne glass and continued to watch the stage show.  Kurt
immediately slid to his knees on the floor, his mouth seeking
William's stiff penis.  And the boy was very good... well trained
and experienced at giving oral pleasure to men.  William groaned
as his cock-head glided smoothly into Kurt's tight warm throat.
His fingers slid through the boy's soft hair, feeling with his
hands the cadence of the supremely pleasurable blow-job, as the
boy's mouth slid up and down his rigid phallus.  And while he
deep-throated William's cock effortlessly, Kurt also fondled the
man's balls, alternating feathery strokes of fingertips with a
firm grasp that approached the line between pleasure and pain.

While William occasionally glanced down at Kurt's bobbing head,
his eyes focused mainly on the highly eroticized acrobatics on
stage... a pornographic display that provided the perfect visual
accompaniment to the exquisite cock-sucking by his boy.  For the
gypsy contortionists' finale, they did what many in the audience
had been speculating about from the beginning -- performing an
elegant choreography of self-fellatio, moving in unison as each
boy sucked his own young-adolescent boner.  They started while
standing, each boy bending at the waist to suck in all of his
erection.  They turned their bodies to various angles as they
sucked, giving multiple viewpoints to each member of the
audience.  And then they lay on their backs, facing in opposite
directions and in profile to the audience, and brought their
crotches down to their mouths.  Their stiff cocks slid back and
forth through their sucking lips.  Their hips, controlled by taut
stomach muscles, moved only slightly as the penises fucked the
mouths of their owners.  Several times, they bent their bodies
even farther to lick and suck at their ball-sacks.  So flexible
were they that, with the help of their hands pulling at their
legs, they were briefly able to rim their own assholes... each
boy flexing his anal muscle open as his own tongue probed inside.
But then they returned to their cocks... slurping and moaning
erotically as they sucked themselves deeply.

"Oh, Kurt!  I'm getting close!  Keep going!" pleaded William,
feeling the up-welling pressure in his loins and struggling to
keep his voice low despite the excitement.  The boy responded
with a surge of cocksucking energy and skill that exceeded
anything William had ever felt.  The man's hips began to thrust
upward, and the boy responded by letting the erection fuck swift
and deep in his throat, his lips releasing only an inch or two of
the 6-inch cock's lower shaft before it slammed to the hilt, time
after time.... all the while twisting his mouth from side to
side, and making rapid swallowing movements with his throat
muscles surrounding the man's engorged cock-head.

The boys on stage drove their youthful cocks like little pistons
in their mouths, faster and faster.  Then, as if by magic (or at
least by telepathic communication), they released their erections
at the same moment... poised a few inches from their mouths...
and simultaneously sprayed their own faces with spurting semen.
William's wave of orgasm rushed through his body almost
immediately after.  As the bodies of 13-year-olds gypsies
trembled, and the last of the ejaculations dripped into their
open mouths, William's cock exploded, pulsing cum directly into
Kurt's gullet, as the boy swallowed it all.

Only then did Kurt slide his mouth back up to the crown of the
man's erection, taking a deep breath through his nose and tasting
the semen with his tongue.  And then he again took the cock deep,
recapturing the glans and making his throat vibrate with a low
hum that drove William to ejaculate again in a secondary orgasm
that sent him into sexual oblivion.

As the gypsies made their bows and scampered off-stage, William
was gently caressing Kurt's hair as the boy gave only the very
lightest stimulation to the man's spent cock.  Then William drew
the boy onto his feet, had him fill the glass of champagne, and
drew him back up onto his lap.

The MC came out to introduce another boy singer in provocative
drag... a 15-year-old dressed in a red lace-covered French
corset, matching stockings, and high heels.  An edgy alto voice,
singing 'Ich Bin Ein Vamp', was a perfect complement to his
'femme fatale' appearance.

William offered Kurt some champagne, and the boy drank freely,
reaching to fill the glass again without leaving the man's lap.

"Look at the fun of your friend," whispered Kurt, motioning with
a slight turn of his face.

Monty, still naked from the waist down, was slouched in his seat
and had his legs pulled back.  Lukas was on his knees, rimming
the man's asshole with a slow and easy lapping and probing of his
tongue.  The garters at the boy's thighs were decorated with
several banknotes.  Monty noticed William's and Kurt's attention
and raised his glass in a toast.  "Isn't life grand?" he said
with a smile.

"That it is!" agreed the American.

"I do the arse-lick for you too, if it pleases," said Kurt.  "I
give to you good pleasure every way you like, for all of the
evening."  A sloppy tongue-kiss to William's mouth emphasized the
point.

"No; not now.  Let's watch the show for a bit as I rest up from
your suck."  He reached down to fondle the beautiful 4-inch
boner, which had remained consistently erect throughout the
evening.

"So Monty," said William to his friend.  "What do you think of
boys dressing as girls?  Is that sexy for you?"

"Depends what they look like, old chap.  This one on stage rather
appeals to me.  Pretty face, and with an edge to his attitude.
I must admit I fancy the idea of being fucked by a teenage girl
with a big cock."  He laughed and used his hand to pull Lukas's
mouth more firmly against his ass.  "How about you, Billy?  Do
you fancy a sissy-boy?"

"I think I prefer boys who are boys, like Kurt here."  He gave
his boy a quick kiss.  "And speaking of boys, look there on the
stage.  Isn't that the darling puppy-boy from earlier?"

The singer had begun a song from the play 'Die Dreigroschenoper'
(The Threepenny Opera), which had debuted to acclaim in Berlin
earlier that year.  He was joined on stage by the 10-year-old,
his 'dog nose' scrubbed off, and now dressed in the ragged cloak
of a poor beggar-boy (a reference to the plot of the play).  The
singer motioned the boy over as he sang, pantomimed giving him a
coin, and removed the boy's cloak.  The cute youngster was
completely naked underneath, and William's eyes focused, as they
had when the lad was on-stage previously, on the perfectly
exquisite immature penis and boyishly round scrotum.  The singer
reached down and fondled the boy's dick to erection, and then,
still singing, pushed the lad's shoulders so he was kneeling at
the older boy's feet.

The teenager reached to his crotch and undid snap fasteners at
the bottom of the lacy corset, releasing a nicely-developed cock
and low-hanging balls, both shaved of hair.  Positioned in
profile to the audience, the lad sucked the plump cock into his
mouth, swiftly producing a fat 7-inch boner.  He took the organ
all the way into his throat... as expert a cock-sucker as the
other boys in the cabaret's employ.  Still singing, the teenager
punctuated the lyrics (which neither William nor Monty
understood) with firm trusts of his crotch, in time to the music.

"Now that's what I like to see!" said William in a soft aside to
Monty.

Just then, as the song ended, the teenager tore away the entire
corset, its seams held by snaps as well, and cast it aside.  He
was now naked, except for stockings and high-heeled shoes.  The
band began playing a new number, in the Argentine style.  The
teenager was no longer singing, but was now purely an erotic
dancer, looking utterly androgynous, with feminine make-up and
coiffed hair in contrast to his man-size cock.  He pulled the boy
off the floor and up into his arms, with the naked youngster's
legs wrapped around his older partner's waist and arms around his
neck.  The youth's big stiff erection swayed as he began dancing.
With elements of the Parisian 'apache dance', the older youth
grabbed the lad's hair and pulled it back, kissing the
youngster's neck lustfully, as his hands roughly fondled and
spanked the boy's buttocks.

"I'm liking this act more all the time!" said William.  "I do
hope he'll fuck the boy," he added excitedly.

As if in response to William's hopes, the teenager positioned his
cock at the boy's anus.  As the boy lowered himself onto the
phallus, the teenager thrust forward, his cock sinking to the
hilt in a single plunge... a feat aided by the boy having held
the buttplug-tail in his lubed rectum until shortly before coming
back on-stage. William joined in the applause that could be heard
in rest of the room (though he could see none of the other
patrons but Monty).  And in a remarkable show of sexual
choreography, the handsome 15-year-old and adorable 10-year-old
began an extended standing-fuck as they danced to the band's
tango music.

"I want to fuck you, Kurt," said William breathlessly to his boy.
"I need to shoot my cum inside your ass!"

"Yes, of course, Billy!  How shall we make the position?"

William had little actual experience with sex, having until a few
days ago lived a completely celibate life for the past 8 years,
enlivened only by vivid fantasies of taboo boy-sex.  "Tell me how
you'd like it," he asked the boy.

"I like to take the fucking in all ways!" Kurt said with a big
grin, as he gently stroked the man's erection.  "If I sit on your
lap with our faces looking, we can kiss as you fuck me.  If I
face away, you can stroke my little cock... and it will feel so
nice for you to be inside my hole when my body makes the orgasm!
If it pleases you, I will lay on the table here... on my back or
the belly."

"They all sound totally wonderful!" said William.  "How about I
stay seated, and you mount me while facing away."

"Jawohl!" (Yes, sir!) said the boy enthusiastically.  From out of
a hidden pocket in his cummerbund, he pulled a small tin, the
diameter of a half-dollar coin and about twice as thick.  Taking
off the top, he scooped its contents of vaseline onto two fingers
and then bent over a bit and slid them quickly into his asshole.

"Would it please you for me to take of the shirt and belt?" he
asked, referring to the faux tuxedo shirt that covered little
more than a bib would, and the pleated cummerbund around his
waist.

"Yes; a good idea!" said William, thinking how much he wanted to
caress the boy's entire body as they fucked.

Kurt undid a hook behind his neck and one at his lower back,
and the 'shirt' and cummerbund (which were attached) came free.
He put the skimpy garment aside and then posed like a pin-up
model... one hand behind his head, the other at his waist... so
William could admire his nudity.

"My god; you are so gorgeous!" the man murmured as he held out
his arms to the boy.  Kurt kicked off his high-heeled shoes,
leaving the stockings as his only clothing, and straddled
William's lap, facing away.  With his feet planted on the seat,
on either side of William's knees, and holding the man's rigid
cock in his hand, Kurt lowered his slender ass down.  He flexed
open his anal muscle as soon as the cock-head made contact, and
held his breath as the glans penetrated the tight entrance.  He
exhaled and felt the warm glow of pleasure as he eased farther
down the 6-inch erection.

When he had been initiated into sexuality, several years before
by his favorite older cousin, Kurt could barely tolerate the
feeling of being fucked by a mature cock.  But he quickly came to
love the erotic feeling of his lubed rectum being filled by the
firm, masculine warmth... the delicious pleasure of a smooth
erection sliding back and forth along his anal nerves and that
special place a few centimeters inside.

William's body strained with excited anticipation as the boy
impaled himself on the man's throbbing cock.  'Oh, god!  Yes!
He's so tight... it's so incredibly good!' he thought to himself
as he groaned out loud.  William's arms wrapped around Kurt's
body as boy completed the smooth entry... sitting firmly on the
man's lap, holding the entire length of the cock snugly inside
his tight ass.

The boy flexed his thigh muscles, balancing his body with his
hands on the man's knees, and William's erection slid almost all
the way along the tight slippery tunnel.  And then the boy's body
eased down again.

William's right hand reached for the lad's stiff 4-inch erection
and fondled it.  His left caressed Kurt's body, from his soft
thighs to his boyish chest, teasing the boy's small nipples into
tiny stiff points.  Then his fingers went to the boy's mouth, in
imitation of what he had seen the bell-hop do to Monty back at
the hotel.  Kurt's mouth instantly sucked in William's index
finger, briefly fellating it as if it were a little boy's penis,
sucking and licking as his lips moved up and down.  The
unexpectedly intensity sent a spasm through William's body.

He nuzzled the boy's neck, inhaling his delicious scent.  As
Kurt's ass rose and fell in a steady cadence, they both groaned
with raw lust and sighed with sublime pleasure.

"Oh, Billy!  I love you so much!"  (That always went over well
with customers... and he DID like this handsome American.)

"I love you too Kurt!"  (Well, in any case, he loved the way the
darling boy made him feel.)  "I wish I could fuck you forever."

They both kept an eye to the action on stage, looking on
admiringly as the two performers smoothly maneuvered so that the
10-year-old was now facing the other direction, and the teenager
held him up with hands beneath his thighs... all without
disengaging from the vigorous fucking.  Instead of the boy doing
the work... raising his ass up and letting himself down on the
older youth's cock... now it was the teenager doing the thrusting
as he held the boy in place.  No longer dancing, the 15-year-old
stood in one place on the stage, making a quarter-turn every 15
seconds or so, so that audience had constantly-shifting views of
the lewd performance.

As the teenager fucked his boy faster, flexing his thighs and
buttocks athletically, so also did Kurt increase the pace of his
up and down plunges on William's lap.  The man, in turn, jacked
the boy's slender penis at a faster pace... his other hand now
fondling the half-size balls in the boy's silky scrotum.

The action on-stage played out in tandem with that on the curved
leather banquette in which the young American and young Brit were
playing.  Monty and Lukas, who had been fucking face-to-face in
the seated position, got up from the seat and Lukas was now
laying face-up on the narrow round table.  Monty was on his
knees, sucking Lukas enthusiastically, with the boy's legs
resting on the man's shoulders.

William had an overabundance of visual stimulation to accompany
the physical pleasure he was experiencing.  Kurt's smooth
shoulders and back... his face in profile when he looked back
over his shoulder and smiled... Monty's oral assault on his own
boy, moving his mouth from cock to balls to anus, and back
again... and the two boys on-stage, now face-to-face again in
their standing fuck, but with the younger one leaning back, hands
locked on each other's forearms, the boy's legs around the
teenager's waist.

Perhaps it was serendipity; maybe just the power of suggestion;
but the orgasms began erupting in rapid succession.  The first
was on stage, as the teenager's big cock pulled out just in time
to splatter all over the chest and face of the 10-year-old he
held in front of him.  Then Kurt... his body trembling in dry
orgasm and his anal muscles contracting spasmodically around
William's cock as the boy continued to move his ass up and down.
Then Lukas... shooting strings of cum onto his belly, as Monty
jacked the boy's 5-inch penis, fondled the boy's hairless balls,
and reamed his tongue into the boy's freshly-fucked asshole.
And finally William... thrusting his hips up, driving his cock
into Kurt's ass, hugging the boy desperately, and finally
achieving glorious release as his tumescent penis unloaded spurt
after spurt of cum inside the boy's tight rectum.

The performers took their bows, but William was too spent to
applaud.  Kurt was now still on his lap and William's arms were
wrapped around him, fondling him tenderly.  The boy turned his
head, and they kissed.  And when the man's softening cock slipped
out, Kurt turned sideways on William's lap, and they embraced in
a long, passionate kiss.  Then he hopped down and dutifully got
William another glass of champagne.  The man drained it and held
it out to be refilled.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC; "now for your amusement we
have Ernst and Horst, loyal members of the Deutsches Jungvolk."

There was laughter from the audience as two boy, one 14 and the
other 13, came out dressed in identical uniforms -- tan shirt,
brown neckerchief, short black leather lederhosen, thick white
knee socks and sturdy hiking boots.  Standing at attention,
side-by-side, they began to sing in beautiful, earnest voices.

"They're Boy Scouts?" William asked Monty.

"I suppose," replied his friend.

Kurt volunteered an explanation. "Deutsches Jungvolk; not Boy
Scouts.  It is the younger-boys' part of Hitler-Jugend.  You know
the crazy little man with the funny mustache?  Many boys are
joining this group now."

"Ah, yes; Hitler," said Monty.  "I've read about him.  He runs
one of those nationalist political parties, and I hear he has his
own rather substantial private militia... a quite large boys'
group too -- the Hitler Youth.  Those German youth groups have
always been notorious for rampant sex-play among boys, and
between the boys and their lucky adult leaders."

William had never heard of Hitler, who wouldn't become known in
America until 1932.  All he knew was that the boys were singing
in German and taking off articles of clothing after each short
verse, beginning with shoes and socks.

"What are they singing about, Kurt?"

"It is the old folk song.  The Hitler-Jugend uses the music and
makes new words.  These boys, they are making the jokes of the
Hitler-Jugend words.  It is hard to make it into English, but
they sing about going on the hiking trip and take off all the
clothing in meadows."  He paused for a moment as the boys took
off another item of clothing, this time their shirts.  "... we
are naked as we do climbing mountains."  The boys remove their
undershirts.  "... we suck our friend's cock at the campfire."
The lederhosen pants came off, and the boys were wearing only
snug white undershorts.  "... adult leader come to tent and lick
our arse-hole and gives us the fuck."  Off came the underpants,
and the boys were totally naked.

The older one seemed nicely into puberty, the younger one on the
cusp; both were hairless.  They were making jokes in German that
had most of the audience laughing, as they fondled each other's
penises to erection and stood back to admire their work.  William
didn't bother asking for the translation, and instead his eyes
just feasted on the two examples of beautiful, sexual boyhood.

"Wir spielen das seilspiel!" (Let's play the rope game!) said the
older one, and the MC appeared from behind the curtain holding
several lengths of clothesline.

The boys jabbered away, again to the amusement of the Germans and
German-speakers in the audience. (The rapid talk and extensive
use of slang were beyond Monty's limited abilities in the
language.)  The younger boy began tying up his older friend.

"The boys play the much-loved rope game," said the MC in English,
"in which the boy who is tied attempts to escape.  If he
succeeds, the other boy must give him the choice of sexual
favors.  If he fails, the other boy can have his way while the
first is tied.  Watch now."

The older boy was on his knees, and the younger one tied his
ankles together, then his hands behind his back, and then secured
his hands to his ankles.  When he stood back, the 14-year-old
struggled to escape, but could not.  The other boy, in triumph,
jacked his cock hard again, positioned himself in front of the
boy on his knees, and pushed his cock into the helpless boy's
mouth.  The tied-up boy dutifully sucked it, as the winner thrust
his crotch in a mouth-fucking motion.  After younger boy made a
show of orgasming (probably too quickly to have been authentic),
he untied his victim and extended a hand to help him to his feet.
Instead of roles being reversed, however, the two boys looked
over at the MC, who began to speak.

"Would anyone in the audience like to try the game?" he said in
both languages.  "You must be completely naked to play, and it
will all be in good fun... even if you lose the game!"

The MC pointed to someone in the audience.  "Ah, the first
volunteer! Yes, mein herr; please come forward," he said. "I see
that you are already naked and ready for fun!"  A young man
stepped forward to the stage, proudly flaunting a good-sized
boner, rising up from his handsome body.


"I know that chap!" whispered Monty with a chuckle.  "Charlie
Kensington... a year ahead of me at Oxford... and even more of a
voracious boylover and exhibitionist than I!"

"And another player joins," said the MC.  "Very good, mein herr;
finish removing your clothing and come forward."  The second
naked man came from the audience onto the stage... in his 40s
with a large flaccid cock and a reasonably fit body. "We have
additional boys ready to play.  Let us have more volunteers from
the audience."  And right on cue, two more naked boys, holding
ropes, came out from behind the curtain.  "Don't be shy.  Drink
more champagne for your courage!"

"You will play too; yes?" prompted Kurt, handing William his
glass.

"Well..." said William tentatively.  He downed the champagne in
one gulp. "Alright!"  He stood up, a little tipsy, and Kurt
quickly removed his tie and shirt.  He kicked off his shoes,
peeled down the socks, and walked the short distance to the
stage... his inhibitions receding with each step.  The audience
applauded politely.

The MC positioned him next to a beautiful naked 11-year-old, who
held two lengths of clothesline.  The MC tried to lure more
participants, but settled for just the three.

William looked briefly out into the audience, seeing in the dim
light perhaps 30 customers, each with a boy.  Many were in some
state of undress... some being sucked off by their waiter... some
men doing the sucking... others just holding their boy and
fondling him.  Of the several women that he noticed in his quick
scan, the one that drew his eye was a middle-aged matron holding
a naked 10-year-old face-up on her ample lap.  The boy was
sucking like a baby at her plump breast, exposed beneath her
raised blouse, while she eagerly masturbated his 3-inch erection.

"You may choose either part of the game," the MC told the
participants; "to tie up your boy, or to have him tie you."

William chose to be tied, as did each of the others.  He was
living out a fantasy that had its origins in an episode when he
was 13 and at summer camp... when he and a tent-mate took turns
tying each other up... and using the period of helplessness to
fondle each other's stiff penises.  His mind had given the event
an honored place in his repertoire of sexual fantasies, to be
pulled forward and embellished during masturbation.

The boy knew very little English, but guided William into a
sitting position on the floor, with his legs spread and bent,
facing the audience.  William's penis was on full display, and he
watched as it rose up into erection.  The boy placed William's
hands palms-down along the insides of his ankles, and started
looping the rope with practiced precision.  In a flurry of
activity that lasted only about 2 minutes, the boy finished his
work.  William's forearms were securely tied to his calves on
each side, and tight coils of rope firmly bound William's hands,
from wrist to fingertips, against his ankles.  The man could tell
right away that there would be no chance of escaping in any
reasonable time.

The other two men were tied up with equal speed... in different
positions, but just as securely.  When the MC gave the signal to
start, all three men struggled vainly against the ropes, to the
amusement of the audience.  After only a minute the struggling
waned, and the MC stepped in.

"So now, meine herren, you must be the sex slaves in bondage for
your little masters until I announce the conclusion," said the
16-year-old MC in an amused voice.  "Fahren sie fort, jungen."
(Get going, boys!)

William's young 'master' was a pre-pubescent beauty who went
about the task with mischievous glee.  First he pulled the man
onto his back, so that his wide-open legs were sticking into the
air, and his asshole and genitals were on display to all.  The
boy knelt down and briefly fondled William's rigid erection,
played with his balls, and lightly ran his fingertips back and
forth across the tender anal flesh that was completely exposed.

The American's mind was surging with inhibition-free excitement,
nearly oblivious to the audience... in a daze of partial
intoxication, sexual stimulation, and kinky decadence.  He was
quite unaware of anything happening with the other men on stage,
even though the audience was being treated to an intensely erotic
three-ring circus of sexual domination of men by young boys.

"Ohhhh... yes, boy!" he murmured and his asshole was blissfully
tormented by tickling fingers. "Yes, master; I'm your sex slave!"

The lad may have understood him... or may have just been
following a script.  He stood up and spun William's body a
quarter-turn, so that the man was in profile to the audience.
Kneeling behind the helpless adult, the boy rubbed and patted
William's exposed buttocks and called out to the audience.

"Sollte ich ihn verpruugeln?" (Should I spank it?) "To spank?" he
added in his limited English.

"Ja!" "Yes!" came a chorus of jovial replies, Monty's voice
loudest of all.

The boy gave the man's butt five brisk spanks, rubbing between
each one.  Then he played some more with William's genitals...
squeezing the man's full ball-sack... pulling back on his
erection and letting it slap forward on his belly.

"You will suck the penis, ja?" said the boy in soft voice, ready
to change course if the man objected.  William smiled and nodded
his head in reply.  The lad positioned himself straddling
William's face.  He leaned forward, rubbing his young-boy dick
across the man's chin, and then held it just above his open
mouth.

Trussed up like an animal, completely naked, and on display to
dozens of on-lookers... William should have felt humiliated.
Instead he felt only pure lust, as he arched his neck up and
captured the 11-year-old's little wiener, sucking it into his
mouth.  His tongue circled the foreskin-covered glans, pleasuring
it vigorously.  The boy pressed his crotch forward, and the hood
of sex-flesh skinned back between the man's lips to uncover the
acorn-shaped cock-head.  The boyish penis fully erected as the
man sucked, lengthening and plumping, with William's mind and
efforts focused solely on the utter eroticism of fellating this
slender boy-sexy boner.  But it didn't last long.

The lad pulled his stiffy from William's mouth with a 'pop' and
turned his body around, facing the other direction.  Now it was
his smooth round butt that was in William's face.

"Leck mich am arsch!" (Lick my ass) said the boy in a loud voice.
"Lick!" he added.

The boy's well-scrubbed light-pink asshole hovered above
William's mouth, and he didn't hesitate.  He strained to lift his
head and extended his tongue.  Rimming a boy's ass would have
been unthinkable to him only a week before, but now it was one of
the many pleasures to which he had become totally addicted.
William's entire body trembled with lust as the boy eased his
shapely butt lower and flexed open the anal muscle, allowing the
man's tongue to probe into the musky interior.

As William was blissfully licking, the boy was making an
ostentatious show of spitting on his fingers and letting the
audience know that he was about to probe the man's own asshole.
He leaned forward between William's spread-apart and up-raised
legs, and ran two slippery fingers around the nerve-laden anal
entrance.  Feeling the muscle open slightly he slid the middle
finger further, slowly twisting and pushing in... gradually
finger-fucking more aggressively.  He heard the man's muffled
groans, and took it to the next level.  The boy felt for the
prostate and massaged it expertly.  His other hand began a
smooth, quick masturbation of William's dripping and totally-
erect cock.

The combination of stimuli blasted the man into a powerful orgasm
as he groaned out loud and his body shook uncontrollably, there
on stage for everyone to see.

The boy hopped off and quickly untied the ropes.  The other
'masters' were just finishing up too, having been well-trained to
coordinate the timing of their activities.  The entire segment,
from the three audience members coming up on stage to their being
untied and escorted back to their seats, took about 15 minutes.

"Did you like the fun, Billy?" Kurt asked, as he snuggled back
onto William's lap.

The man only smiled and kissed the boy.  He rubbed his wrists for
a few moments, and then wrapped his arms around Kurt to draw him
closer.

"Have more champagne," said the boy, holding the glass to
William's lips, as the MC began introducing the next act.


Later that night, a little before 1:00 a.m....

Monty and William strolled back to their hotel, weaving a bit,
but looking quite spiffy in their tuxedos.  Their boys' last duty
had been as valets in re-dressing their customers.  Their long
good-byes and sexy kissing and fondling, with the boys sitting on
the men's laps, had continued after the cabaret show was over.
Both Kurt and Lukas had finished the night with their garters
festooned with Reichsmarks... more than usual, and considerably
more than the boys' fathers brought home from their jobs, with
wages severely depressed by Germany's ongoing economic troubles.

The doorman at the hotel touched the brim of his hat as he held
the door open, and they went directly to the front desk.

"Gute nacht, meine herren," said the clerk politely.

"Good evening," said Monty.  "The key to 823, please."

"Of course, sir....  Oh; and you are having two young companions
in the room tonight; yes?  They are waiting downstairs.  Shall
they be brought up now, or should there be delay?"

"Send them up now, if you would.  I see that the concierge is
still here, and I wish to speak to him for a while.  It would be
delightful if the boys were waiting for us when we get to the
suite."  Monty discretely slipped two folded Reichsmark banknotes
to the man and took the key.  Then he added: "Have them be
completely naked and under the bedclothes when we arrive.  The
older lad in the bedroom on the left; the younger in the bedroom
on the right.  We'll have a quick nightcap in the bar to give
some time."  Then Monty and William walked toward the desk in
front of the elevators.

"I say, Max!  Are you still working at this hour of the night?"

"Ah, Herr Montgomery!  You are back," said the concierge.  "I
work until midnight each day, and it is not now so much later."
The man's voice lowered and he continued, with a conspiratorial
gleam in his eye:  "I mostly stay to make sure my favorite
customer is safely tucked in with his cute young 'bed warmer'.
You have arranged with the desk-clerk for the boys to be sent up
to the room; yes?"

"All taken care of," said Monty.  "If you would be so kind, Max,
Billy and I would like an afternoon visit tomorrow to that posh
brothel just off the Potsdamer Platz... you know the one?"

"Yes; quite posh.  Der Palast der Sultane... The Sultan's Palace.
Still the best in the city, I think... so pretty and young the
boys are... and so many of exotic foreign birth.  They are
specializing now in having two, three, four, or even more boys
together serving the customer... a little harem of boys; yes?
Shall I enquire of availability for you to reserve?  Perhaps at
3:00 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, with three boys for each of you?
The reservation should be easy at the early hour."

"Excellent!  Your suggestion is spot-on, as always, Max!" said
the smiling Brit.

"I know the kind of boy who is pleasing to you, Herr Montgomery.
But Herr Taylor... what should I request for you in making the
reservation?  Perhaps some of their youngest?  Of 9, 10, 11 years?
And the exotic boys...  Russians?  Arabs?  Black-skinned ones
from  my country's former African colonies?  Or an Asian beauty
from the French Indochina colony, or the Dutch island of Java?"

"Well, Max; it sounds as though you know me quite well too!"
Indeed, William was flabbergasted at how expertly the concierge
had read his sexual desires.  "I will have the foreign boys;
young ones.  No older than 12.  They have 9-year-olds, you say?"

End of Part 4

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