Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 12:41:00 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/18

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Obersturmbannfuhrer Emmerich Albrecht.
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After his walk Tony went slowly back to his room and sat on the bed
staring at the floor his mind going back to the last time they had spoken
and he cutting the call off. He had no idea how long he sat there and
jumped when Alan knocked on his door. Alan took one look at him and knew
Simon was in trouble, or worse.
"His boat was sunk off the French coast a week ago and they don't know
what's happened to him. Oh Christ if only we did not have that row." He
broke down again and was in floods of tears. Alan sat next to him and
put an arm around his shoulders and they stayed like that for a long
time. Alan had some news for him, but that could wait for a while. When
he was a little more in control he would tell Tony they were moving out
the next day and go to a holding unit near the docks and wait to be
called to their ship. At least Tony would have to concentrate on other
things and take his mind off his own situation a bit.

It wasn't the French coast, but the Belgium one. They had to land a small
group of agents who would be met by a resistance group on the beach 20
miles east of Dunkirk near the small village of Zuydecoote. Simon would
have the agents on 998 and Steven's 994 and 993 would escort them. Simon
was worried about this drop as there was very little cover along that
stretch of coast and they would be very open. He hoped because of that
the German's would think it would not be used to land anyone. Two of
Simon's other boats would try to divert attention away from the landing
by carrying out a sail by attack on Dunkirk harbour. Just one pass and
get the hell out.

Simon was in his room and had just finished a letter to his father and
one for Tony. He did not know Tony would not be at the hospital and was
now in fact at his departure base in Southampton.
He said how sorry he was and all the usual stuff hoping that Tony would
contact, but having to be careful what he said as it would be read by the
censors. He licked the envelope and wished it was Tony's bum! At least he
had not lost his sense of humour, just a bit of sense.

He lead the boats out of the harbour and as soon as he had cleared the
boom he realised he had forgotten his binoculars, he had been thinking
about his letter to Tony and if he was still angry with him. They had not
spoken since the row and hoped his letter would get them back together.
Couple of silly kids really especially the navy half of the relationship.
He made up his mind to try and get to the hospital as soon as possible
after this trip.

The passage over was good with a low cloud base and no moon. Two miles
out Simon had the outboard engines turned off and the centre one run on
silent. The whole crew were at action stations and the agents up on deck
standing by their dingy waiting to be told to put it overboard. Two of
them would climb in and the others pass down their equipment before
getting in themselves.
They were now in very shallow water and Simon had 998 bought to a stop
and indicated for the party to start going over the side. They completed
that in under four minutes and they disappeared into the night. Simon
reversed out and turned the boat round to creep away from the shore. They
had just began to go slow ahead when the bow struck a mine and blew half
the bow off. The forward ammunition store exploded and a fire
started, four men died instantly and another two seriously injured.
Without being told the rest began to abandon the boat taking the injured
with them.
The new first officer rushed off the bridge and saw the crew off with the
Chief Petty Officer while Simon shot down below and set the charges that
would blow the boat up in 15 minutes. As soon as he got back up he got
into the raft and they pulled away towards shore but had only got a short
distance when there were more explosions and then finally the charges and
depth charges went up. It was a miracle no more were killed. Steven was
two miles out at sea and saw everything, but not the life rafts and had
no idea if anyone got away. He was too far out to get to them and in any
case he had to look out for E boats now as the whole area would know
something was up and the place would be crawling with Jerry's soon.
He reluctantly turned away and led the boats home at full speed. It was
the worst sailing of his life.

Twelve crew landed on the beach, two of whom were in a very bad way and
when Simon saw the Germans waiting he was not unhappy. He got out of the
raft and went to the officer in charge.
"I have two injured men and they need help please." The officer went over
to the men and looked down and drew his luger and shot both of them.
"WHAT THE FU....."
"SHUT UP, or do you want to join them? They would have died anyway.
Come." They were taken up the beach and put in the back of a lorry. Simon
looked at the four guards. They were at the back of the lorry and all
well armed, there was no chance of doing anything and Simon would have to
wait to make his feelings known about the murder of his two men. He had
had his first taste of Nazi mentality and wondered what else was in store
for all of them. He didn't have long to wait.

They arrived at a large old house and taken into what looked like
converted stables that had two lines of cells either side. Half of the
men were put into one and the rest in another, but not Simon, he was lead
into the house and taken into a room and told to sit. The officer who had
murdered his men went out leaving two soldiers to guard him. He sat there
for ages wondering what the hell would happen to them all and worrying
about the treatment that could come their way. If the killing of the two
crew was anything to go by, it looked bad. Simon hoped he would be strong
enough to handle himself. He went back to the short period of training
they he had about being taken prisoner and how to handle it, he like all
of them didn't take much notice and now wished he had.

The door opened and the smallest of men came in and very over weight, he
looked comical, not that there was much to laugh at right now. He sat
behind his desk and looked at a paper ignoring Simon. Finally he put the
paper down and took his glasses off, looked up and stared at Simon.
"Who are you?"
"I am 4233598 Commander Simon Walsh of the Royal Navy."
"Commander? Who did you fuck to get that?" Steven was funnier Simon
thought.
"Yes a Commander in the Royal Navy."
He drew his Luger and put it down on top of the desk and spoke to the
guards, they came to attention, clicked their heels and went out.
"Right Commander, who did you drop off on the beach and what was their
mission?"
"I don't know and I want to protest at the murder of two of my crew by
your officer who captured us."
"Stand up." Simon stood.
"Your men were killed in action, be proud. Empty your pockets." Simon
took everything out and put it on the desk and as he did he saw the
photos of him and Tony that he always had with him. The German went
through it all and took some time looking at the photos, Simon was angry
as the cunt had a smile on his face as he looked.

The questioning went on for a long time and Simon felt reasonably
comfortable that there was no reaction to his refusal to answer anything
properly. It was all part of the interrogation that he would find out
about later.

The German seemed to get fed up and picked the phone up and talked into
it then got up and went to the door. The guards came in and he went out.
Simon sat again and waited and waited and................
"Come." One of the guards said and he and the other one took him out and
back to the cells. They slammed the door shut and that was it for the
rest of the night, not that there was much of it left.

He was given bread and soup and then taken back to the room he had been
in a few hours ago. He sat down and once again waited. The door opened
and Simon stared at the SS officer that came in. He ignored Simon and
looked at the guards. They came to attention and left. Simon suddenly
felt very unsure as he looked at this man, a sense of foreboding came
across him. He was about six foot, very trim, blond hair and blue
eyes, incredibly good looking, a young man who was Hitler's dream of what
all German males should look like, complete with the sense of evil that
pervaded from every pore.

At long last he looked at Simon and smiled. He stood behind the desk and
slowly moved his right hand towards a leather strap that hung from the
outside of his right thigh. He pulled the strap up and a British
policeman's truncheon came out of the same sort of pocket the police
would have had stowed it while walking the beat. It was thick at the
head, tapering down to the hand grip and 15 inches long. It was made of
oak, it was heavy and it could do a lot of damage. Police were trained to
break a collar bone to stop a villain, but would often miss and break a
nose instead. "Opps, sorry son."

"My favourite memory of England and very useful in my work I find. How is
dear England, are you on rats rations yet?"
"England is fine and so is the rest of Great Briton and we are on good
rations and eat well." Simon knew he would not fool this bloke, but why
tell him the truth anyway?
"What was your mission, Commander? You are very young to be one, who did
you fuck to get that!?" This was getting boring!
"I had completed my mission and was going back home, unfortunately the
mine got in the way, four of my men died and two murdered by you people."
SS man smiled at Simon.
"They were like you, spies and we shoot spies. You are a spy also and
were being picked up while other spy's were being dropped off. You are
also homosexual and being both a spy and homosexual will result in you
being shot."
"I am not a spy, spy's don't ware uniform and why do you think I am
homosexual?"
"I ask the questions Herr Homosexual and you answer them. You are very
near to feeling the wrong end of my truncheon. Now, admit it, you are
homosexual, I have the proof." He put the two photos of him and Tony on
the desk towards him and for a few seconds was back in the Hut with them
making love and being even more in love afterwards, but then he
had fucked them up.
"Those make you think I am homosexual? All because of a couple of
photos?"
"The looks you are giving one another tells me you are in love with that
filth. You are both giving the look of love to one another. Herr
Homosexual Commander Spy Walsh, you are in a great deal of trouble and I
have the power of having you shot because you are a spy AND homosexual.
Let me show you my power." He called out and two guards came in. He gave
his orders and went out.

"Hello Andrew, any news?" Tony could not tell him it would be his last
call, they would be off the next day and nobody could contact anyone
outside from now on.
"I'm sorry Tony but you need to know. An officer from Simon's base called
me and all he knows is that Simon and his crew have most probably been
killed because of massive explosions on his boat. He is sure they hit a
mine that caused a chain reaction and there were other explosions. He is
going to collect Simon's things from his room and send them to me, they
don't do that unless they are sure its bad. Tony, I think Simon has left
us. I don't know what you are doing and I know you can't say, but when
you are free from all of this, please do come and see me?"
"Yes Andrew, I promise I will."
"Good luck Tony and stay safe, you know where home is, but I also know
you may want to make it some where else now that Simon is most probably
back with his mother."
"Andrew, I wont stop hoping he is still alive and until we are told
officially, I wont be thinking about my life until we know for sure about
Simon. My thoughts are not only about Simon, you will always be in them
as well."
They said goodbye and Andrew forced himself to clean the whole cottage.
It would give him something else to think about for a while. As he
cleaned he began to make plans and by the time he had finished, he knew
exactly what he would do and if Simon ever came back home, it would be
completely different. He was about to start much needed renovations, war
or no fucking war.

Simon watched as the pride of Nazi Germany left. The two guards, big
strong blokes, grabbed him and stripped him naked, they took him through
another door and literally threw him in a shower. They turned the cold
water on and Simon at least could get clean, the soap was quite nice and
he felt a lot better after the shower, but knew this was for a reason
other than his captors being thoughtful.
He stepped out and dried himself off as the guards looked on smiling and
making comments about Simon's body. They got hold of him and took him
back into the room and signalled to sit down. His uniform had gone. He
looked down at himself and covered his cock with his hands.
"May I have clothes please?" He looked at the guards who looked back and
said nothing. The door finally opened and Gestapo man came strutting
back in. He went to the desk and removed his cap exposing his blond hair.
He stood looking at Simon's body from head to feet and back up. Simon
looked at him standing there in his black uniform with all the Nazi
badges and insignia of his rank, the black belt with a dagger in its
sheath and cross strap that in the British army was called a Sam Brown.
As he was so tall the trousers with those wide flaps on the thighs suited
him and to finish off this appearance of Nazi power and authority, the
jack boots, black and brilliantly polished. He turned to the guards and
nodded. They went to Simon and pulled him up and took him to a wall and
handcuffed both arms above his head to two eye bolts sunk in it. The
guards left and closed the door. Gestapo man went and locked it and then
back to the desk and picked up the photos, he came and stood in front of
Simon and held them up for him to look at.
"Your boyfriend. What is his name?"
"My friend is called Tony."
"Your homosexual friend Tony. Does he know you are a spy as well as being
in love with you?"
"My friend knows I am nothing more that a British Naval officer." Simon
got the first taste of what was to come as Gestapo man
holding the truncheon with both hands slammed the head of the
truncheon into his gut.

Steven had got back to base and made his report to Captain Osborne.
"All any of us saw was an explosion followed by at least four more, the
last one blew Simon's boat apart and I have no idea even if they got off.
I think they were all killed sir, but cannot be sure of course."
"It looks bad for them Steven and the problem is because of the type of
operation they were on, they are not likely to inform the Red Cross about
any of it. They are not likely to admit that agents were landed and the
crew will be seen as agents as well if they were captured. Christ we
don't even know if the agents were captured either. Will you ring Simon's
father please. Steven you are now in command, if you are half as good as
Simon, I wont have any complaints."
"Thank you sir, I just wish I was not in this position." Steven went to
his room and sat on his bed and thought about the man he had fallen in
love with and cried his eyes out.

Simon was in great pain as this mad man rammed the head of the
truncheon onto his body time and time again. After each blow his body
doubled up as far as the handcuffs allowed and after ever blow he could
not help scream out. So far his face had not been touched, but he still
managed to hang on without telling this turd what he wanted to hear.
Worse was  to come though and after two more blows Simon was relieved
when this sick excuse for a man put the truncheon back on the desk.

"Now Commander Homosexual Spy. It is time for some thing I know you will
enjoy." He got close to Simon and ran his hand over his bruised chest and
then down his body to his sour stomach.
"If only you had been born German, at least you have the body to make a
good one. But oh dear, being Homosexual is against our laws and as you
are in German territory, you are a criminal and will have to be dealt
with accordingly. Such a shame, but it is time to think of Tony." His
hand went lower and took hold of Simon's cock. "How is that? Wish Tony
was doing this?" He stroked Simon and he cussed as he could not help
getting hard.
"Well well Commander this should not happen, unless of course you ARE
homosexual?" Simon looked down at the front of Gestapo's trousers and it
was obvious he was enjoying this, his own erection told him that.
"I just get easily aroused, I have no control over it."
"LIAR!" At least the slaps across his face was preferable to having his
cock stroked by this shit. SS man went back to the desk as if considering
his next action. He looked at Simon and smiled, he went to the door and
opened it.
"GUARDS!" Two came in and listened to their instructions and then went
and stood in front of Simon.
"Homosexual Commander of your homosexual ROYAL Navy, pick your
executioner." Simon just stared at the psychopath and thought of his dad
and Tony.
"Both."
The Nazi glared back at him knowing Simon was now preparing for death, he
LOVED that look!

"You will have just ONE more opportunity to come to your senses and
will be taken back to your cell so you can think and when we next meet I
want a full confession as to your sexual preference and what your mission
was."

Alan was giving all the support to Tony he could, but had his own
problem. There was no doubt what so ever that he did not want anyone to
be killed, but he also knew that if indeed Simon had died Tony could look
at him in a different way eventually. He hated himself for thinking like
that, but human nature makes those sorts of thoughts come to mind. There
was absolutely no way he would come on to Tony because of the uncertainty
of Simon's situation and he knew if he did Tony would reject him anyway.
He, like Tony would have to wait and if it was confirmed Simon had been
killed, just see if there was a future for them both. He knew that's what
he wanted, but if Simon was safe and a prisoner of war, he would come
home eventually and he and Tony would be back together and he would have
to accept it.

One of the ways to keep Tony's mind off his worries was to keep him busy
and he made him take the whole unit for training. Tony would have to
study a lot to be able to do that and he spent hours pouring over books
and training manuals so he could teach with reasonable confidence.
Another way, and one that Alan particularly liked, was for them to spend
time in the gym keeping fit. They worked out most days and it was
beneficial to both of them and the shower afterwards was even better. He
knew that Tony did not take any notice of his naked body and showered,
dried off and got dressed as though Alan was not there. He on the other
hand had to keep himself fully under control other wise there would be
one very hard cock on display. Alan would prefer this not to be said, but
quite a number will now guess he would get to his room and gently toss
himself off with only one imagined situation in his mind.

Simon was sitting in the same office and now back in his uniform. The fat
German was at the desk.
"My advice to you is to confess Commander and you will find things a
little more comfortable."
"Does that mean I wont be beaten up or sexually abused any more? Where
are my crew, going through the same as me?"
"Your crew are quite safe and are on their way to POW camp, they are not
considered to be of any interest to us, but you are for all the reasons
you are being interrogated for."
"You call that interrogation? Its against the Geneva Convention and you
know it, it is a war crime and you know that as well." Fat man sighed.
"Look, just confess and you will be on your way to POW camp as well and
be with your friends again."
"I will be shot and that bastard will enjoy it, he is nothing more than a
mental case. He even got a hardon when he was abusing me! Understand?"
"A Germen officer does not do that and if you say that again it will be
me who punishes you." Simon told himself to shut up.
"Are you going to confess Commander? I will warn you now, if you do not,
you will be sent elsewhere and get even more attention from
Obersturmbannfuhrer Emmerich Albrecht." Simon thought it best not to ask
him to repeat that, but would try and remember it. He also thought this
bloke said it with quite a lot of sarcasm.
"I'm not confessing to anything that's not true." Simon was resigning
himself to the inevitable and hoped he would not be tortured before they
shot him.
"Very well, you will not live to regret it." He got up and went
out. Simon fought to control himself.

He was taken to his cell and locked in. He had no idea how long he was
there. There was no toilet and had to use the bucket for both jobs, it
was beginning to smell, so was he. He did not sleep well.

There was a noise outside and the guards once again took him out, but
this time put him in a car and was driven away. He sat there and hoped he
would die quickly, but surprised himself that he was calm and thought
about Spike, Brian and Patrick......................and then his father
and Tony.

He knew it was wishful thinking , but he began to think he was not
about to be shot because fuck wit had said he would be given one
more chance to "confess" and not only that, they had been driving for
some time now and that could only mean he was being taken somewhere else
otherwise they would have shot him already.

After about three hours the car pulled off the narrow road they had been
on and up a short drive. He looked out and saw a rather lovely country
house, quiet small and was obviously not a detention centre or POW camp.
He was even more worried now.
He was taken into the house and locked in a small windowless room and
left to worry. After some time there was more confusion as he was taken
to a shower and locked in. He wondered what the fuck is all this was
all about and then suddenly had a dreadful thought and it was all about
what the Ober fuckwit had done to him at the last place. "Oh shit, that
must be it." He slowly dried himself off and as soon as he put his towel
down the door opened and he was handed civilian cloths, nice civilian
clothes. He was positive now what this was all about. He nearly got it
right.

He was taken up stairs and shown into a room and again lock in. It was a
nicely furnished room with a large barred window over looking some lovely
country side. He looked around him and stood staring at the double bed.

Andrew was in his office when two senior naval officers were shown in, he
was expecting them. They shook hands and Andrew poured the tea.
"So, any news?"
"Nothing definite Andrew and what we have is not good news. The Red Cross
have notified us, via the Germans that a Lieutenant Towers and 10 crew
are now POW's, but at different camps. We have also been told two died of
wounds before they could get them to hospital, but no names were given."
"But it could be that Simon was not one of them and he maybe a POW as
well? Maybe at a different camp?"
"That is a possibility Andrew and one we have thought of as well. The Red
Cross are trying to identify the two that died and it will be a devil to
find out. The Germans are not cooperating that well now the war is going
against them. What it seems to us, from the information we have been
given, one of the crew that got ashore is not accounted for and of course
that could be Simon if its true."
"He could be alive then and a POW?"
"All we can do is hope Andrew."
 Andrew thanked them and said goodbye. He looked at the clock, he had an
hour before his appointment at the bank. His bank manager was Major
Trevor Watson his friend from the time Trevor had given the village men
the talk at the beginning of the war.

"Any news Andrew?"
"Not much, but there is a chance Simon is a POW and that's what I will
always think until I am told differently."
"And that's why you want the loan?"
"Yes, I have to keep thinking he is coming home and by the time he does
the cottage will be fit for humans to live in, even me." Trevor knew all
about why Andrew wanted the loan.
"Bit unusual this, not many banks are offering anything until this crap
is over."
"You know the yard has a good future after the war and 500 pounds is not
going to break either of us Trevor, but I just don't have spare money for
the cottage and most of it I need to pay wages. I have got most of the
materials and some bloody good workers. How about a bit of bribery?"
"Ok, what's that?"
"A pint at the pub?"
"Two?"
"So long as you buy one of them!"
"You have a loan dear man! Great to do business with you." Andrew had all
the plans and had worked out the programme of work. The lads from the
yard were ready to start after their normal work day and now he had the
money, work would begin the following day and every brick, length of
timber, nail, screw, windows and a new thatch would be in place in
time for when Simon came back home.

"Come in Commander and welcome to my home. A glass of wine?" He offered
Simon a seat.
"No thank you, but what I do want to know is, what your plans are for me?
I am pretty sure they are not what a prisoner of war should be subjected
too."
"That depends on you really. You have received some treatment from me if
I do not get what I want and so, if you stop lying to me and admit you
are homosexual, both of us will have a marvellous time."
"What about the spy accusation then?"
"Oh my goodness that was never really on my mind at all. No, all that was
to show you how easy it is for me to show you my power and authority over
you and anyone else I choose to dominate. If I want to accuse you of
ANYTHING I simply use a bit of imagination that's all."
"And the big question.........What? Have sex with you?"
"THERE! I knew it! A confession of homosexuality! And now for your utter
disappointment, NO not with you or any other man! As you are in my home I
will not beat you for hoping to have sex with me, but I could have you
taken outside and shot and that will happen if you do not cooperate."
Before Simon could reply Albrecht called out and Simon was taken outside
and beaten up while the Nazi watched from the window. He was bought back
into the room and tried to stand there waiting for the next bit of abuse.
"Understand this Simon Walsh. Tomorrow when I send for you, you had
better come here with a better attitude. You will do as I wish, or go to
a place that I am told is hell on earth."

Tony got out of the shower and went to his room to think. Alan had made
sure all his waking hours were filled with work and he was very pleased
he was there to help him. He was gradually beginning to get used to the
situation, not that it was made any easier, but in some ways he was able
to think outside the worry he had about Simon all thanks to being so
busy. He sat there and for the first time thought about what he would do
with his life if indeed Simon was dead. "I know he would not want me to
be alone, but I may have to accept that he is gone." Apart from Alan's
support he felt terribly alone, most of the ones he loved were dead and
without love he knew he didn't want to live.
The knock on his door bought him back to the present, it was Alan.
 "Just heard we are off tomorrow at 5am. This is it, lets hope we come
through it all." Without thinking they moved together and held one
another for a very long time. Tony stood back and looked up at Alan and
because they were both about to enter the war and all what they knew what
was about to happed, it would have been easy to go further than just a
hug. Tony broke away and Alan hurried out.

 It was 4th June 1944 and Tony and Alan were on board their ship waiting,
along with thousands of others, to cross the Channel and begin the fight
to rid Europe of the Third Reich.

One bit of the Third Reich was looking at Simon with an ugly smile on his
face. Simon was looking past Albrecht and now knew the reason why he was
there.
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