Using Gabriel 3: the Generals

by ChrisCross

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/mt, Consensual, Gay, BiSexual, Fiction, Historical, Military, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Sadistic, Gang Bang, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Size, Prostitution, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: In the third installment of the Austrian baron Wilhelm von Sternburg pimping the fourteen-year-old ripe and randy--and now highly experienced--American-English boy, Gabriel, to enhance his munitions manufacturing deals in the Europe of 1935, the baron gives Gabriel to two Wehrmacht generals and assorted other men at his Austrian chalet.

Fourteen-year-old Gabriel Beaventon rolled out of bed on the second floor of Baron von Sternburg’s chalet in the Austrian Alps, wrapped himself in the semen-stained sheet from the bed, and padded over to the window overlooking the chalet’s forecourt. He had been alerted to the arrival of the German generals by the sound of the bells on the sleigh that had brought the Wehrmacht military officers up from the village train station at the foot of the mountain. His mother, Katherine Hardy, was being handed out of the sleigh by one of the generals. There was no doubt they were generals. They were all decked out in their Nazi uniforms, those of the Heer, the German army that had been newly uniformed to emphasize the military might of Adolf Hitler’s resurgent German nation.

The baron, dressed in an Austrian military uniform that Gabriel hadn’t seen him in before, had just come out of the main entry to the chalet below. The baron’s German ski instructor, Horst, who Gabriel was to start working with in the afternoon, learning to ski better being the whole ostensible reason that Gabriel and his American mother had been invited to the baron’s chalet for the week, was standing in the snow beside the entry door. The white ski outfit he was dressed in that almost made him disappear into the white of the new snow that had fallen on the mountain overnight. As Gabriel recalled from a fleeting look at the man earlier, though, he was a real hunk--the model for the master race Hitler’s propagandists had been trumpeting. Gabriel cared more that the man was a hunk and he’d be working with him than how Germanic he was in the current political climate.

That Katherine had gone down with the driver in the sleigh to pick the generals up was no accident, Gabriel thought. He knew she was under the impression that they were guests here of the baron’s, as they had been the previous month, April 1935, in Morocco, because of the affair Katherine and the baron were having. Gabriel now understood, after being initiated by the baron in Morocco beach resort cabana and earlier in the week here being fucked yet again by the baron and used by him as a chit in an arms deal in Italy being brokered by an Italian bishop, that the baron was more interested in him, a fourteen-year-old, no longer virginal, boy than in his mother. Gabriel also clearly understood now that continuing to be made masterful love to by the baron necessitated prostituting himself for the baron in his business schemes.

The German generals were engaged with Sternburg in such a scheme.

The baron had only recently left Gabriel’s bed, fucking him in multiple positions, with several ejaculations each--thus the semen-stained sheet, as the baron barebacked but he withdrew when he could before releasing his seed. Gabriel, young and fit, had arced his releases wherever on the bed they ended up landing. Gabriel now knew he was to give the generals service too.

It had been just before the baron gave up his seed for the second time, when he had Gabriel in the crab position, the baron on his back on the bed, and Gabriel stretched out above him, his hands reaching back for the top edge of the headboard behind the baron’s head, his legs bent, feet on the mattress on either side of the baron’s thighs, the baron holding him by the waist, and Gabriel rising and falling on the cock buried in his passage, that the baron informed him that the two German generals were about to arrive who the baron had business dealings with. At the time Gabriel assumed he was being informed of this as explanation of why the baron, who had masterful control of himself, was going to end the lovemaking with this crab position and give Gabriel his ejaculate.

It was only later, as Gabriel lay sprawled out on the semen-stained sheet and the baron dressed in his military uniform that Sternburg had told Gabriel that the boy had a role in the business dealings with the German generals--that Gabriel was to lie under them individually--or together--as and when they desired and that Gabriel was to give them the same quality of satisfaction that Gabriel gave the baron. There was no question that the baron’s continued attentions to Gabriel depended on Gabriel’s willingness to serve the baron’s guests.

Rather than off-putting, Gabriel found this dichotomy of the baron’s total absorption with Gabriel’s body and sexual needs in bed and his cold-blooded approach to pimping the boy to serve his business interests arousing.

Katherine had obviously been asked to go with the sleigh driver down to the train station to pick the generals up so that the baron could be alone with Gabriel. The sleigh had no sooner started its way down the mountain before the baron was in Gabriel’s bedroom, in Gabriel’s bed--and inside Gabriel, bouncing a willing boy on his cock.

The baron fucked Gabriel for an hour and a half while the boy’s mother was safely away from the chalet, manipulating the boy’s flexible, smooth-skinned body every which way in demanding positions, while the man’s impossibly thick and long cock played the boy’s tight, but resilient passage, entered through a small, puckered hole, which the baron watched, with pleasure, stretch and expand to the sounds of the lad’s moans and groans to accommodate the penetration.

Gabriel was the perfect boy lay for the baron. He had the aspect of an angel, all golden curls, small, but perfectly shaped, smooth and resilient-skinned body on the cusp of developing into a man, and seeming innocence and a tight, slowly yielding fit as the baron penetrated him. Gabriel’s hole and passage had the elasticity to close down after a fucking and thus feel virginal to a man penetrating him for the first time after Gabriel had rested. As a fuck went on, though, Gabriel opened up fully and turned into a wanton whore as he was fucked interminably in multiple positions. It was just these qualities that had prompted Sternburg to pick the lad out and cultivate him as an aid in the baron’s munitions industry business dealings.

There were so many other men in power in munitions deals like Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg as Europe geared up for war. The Wehrmacht generals, Eric Becker and Reinhard von Clausen, responsible for acquiring arms and ammunition for the Heer--the German army under Hitler--were two such men.

The baron had discovered that the two shared his fetish with fourteen-year-old boys too.

As he stared down on the introductions being made in the chalet’s forecourt, Gabriel gathered his first impressions of the generals. They were a study in contrast. One, the one handing Katherine out of the sleigh, was thin, patrician, dark, and had ferret-like sharp features that somehow conveyed that he was both intelligent and a schemer. His hair was slicked back, his dressed was well tailored and impeccably cut and pressed, his long-fingered hands were manicured, and he was wearing a monocle. There was the hint of a saber slice across his cheek, a trophy of military men of an earlier era than that of Hitler. This belied what might have been the initial impression that he was too effete to be a general in Hitler’s army. When he moved, it was studied, like a dancer. He more glided than walked.

In contrast, the other general was a primitive animal, tall, muscular, and broad shouldered--a seeming crude and dull-witted peasant to the other general’s patrician aspect. The large-bodied general moved with power, though, commanding the space, and it wouldn’t take long to jettison the thought that he was in any way dull minded.

He was blond and florid, his features handsome in combination, but raw and crude when observed individually. He was clearly a man of the Hitler era, and it also was clear that he was the more commanding of the two. Gabriel shivered from the thought of how direct and cruel this man probably could be in his taking. It frightened the boy, but it also aroused him. He had wondered where the edge to being taken hard, cruelly would be with the man. He knew he’d never understand where that edge was until and unless he was taken to the edge. This general looked like a man who would do that.

This second general ignored Katherine and went straight to where the baron and the ski instructor, Horst, were standing. The three spoke briefly and then the general entered the chalet and Horst walked off toward the stables and other dependency buildings. Katherine entered the chalet, and the patrician general approached the baron. Sternburg and the general spoke briefly, with the baron, at one point, gesturing up toward the window where Gabriel stood and the general looking up too. The look of lust in the general’s eyes was palpable. The two men entered the chalet.

Less than twenty minutes later, Gabriel only having had time to return the sheet to the bed, shower in the en suite bath, and pull on silk underdrawers, there was a rap on his bedroom door. The door opened immediately without Gabriel having had time to respond, to reveal the baron, at one side, pushing the door open, and the patrician general standing in the doorway, licking his lips, his eyes seeking out the form of Gabriel, and his hand on his crotch. Sternburg gave Gabriel a meaningful look--no other command or direction was necessary--as the general entered the room. The door shut, leaving the general and Gabriel alone.

The baron had told him he would be needed this way--to be used by the generals. But he hadn’t been told would start within an hour of their arrival.

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