Chapter 4

It was barely sunrise when I opened my eyes. The birds had taken over the serenade of the night crickets and a soft pink glow illuminated the bedroom. The Colonel's movements woke me as he got out of bed and walked to the window. His large frame blocked the light as he stood on his toes and rested his hands on the wall. It took only a moment to register that he was urinating through the window. I made a mental note to retrieve the urinal from under my bed, an oversight that once again, my bladder reminded.

What a novel idea! I thought, piss out the window! If I was only tall enough; A cedar chest at the foot of Beth's bed would make an ideal perch, and as I struggled to drag it over the floor to mimic his keen sense in answering nature's call, he laughed at my efforts, picking me up and held me at the window. I doubted that my aunt would have appreciated us watering her roses planted below in such a crude manner, but considering everything else over the past few days since the Nazi arrived, what we did over her rose garden was by far a minor offence.

The man began to dress as I stood watching not knowing why he wished to leave so early or even if I was invited along again. The answer to that question came when he picked up and tossed my trousers and shirt at me. It was obvious that he was in a hurry that morning, foregoing his usual blowjob, important military business, I assumed. Strangely, I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed to be tagging along, each day of missed chores would be another nail in my coffin, but sticking around could also prematurely place me in it! That thought made me shudder, what would be my fate when the Nazi left for good?

We left the house in its quiet slumber and I was elated when he took the passenger seat, arms folded across his big chest and looking as if to ask what the hell I was waiting for. Proud as any boy would be, I jumped in the driver's seat, he place a helmet on my head, and I did a slap-up job of maneuvering the jeep from the front yard to the highway and safely beyond toward our final destination.

The soldiers at the gate saluted not only the colonel, but looked at me and replayed the outstretched arm and clicking of heels routine. The colonel laughed, as did the two young men, pleased with themselves in earning their senior officer's amusement. Careful to park the vehicle in front of his office tent and away from mud puddles that a night rain had formed, he smiled and got out.

The scene was the same as the previous morn, the tall man rose from behind the desk to allow the colonel his throne. The men conversed looking over papers. Shortly thereafter, two waiters arrived as if on cue to serve us breakfast. One, a boy of about fifteen kept looking at me expressionless as he went about fussing over our meal. Finally, a slight smile parted his lips and I returned the courtesy. I was flabbergasted when in perfect Polish; he asked if my meal was satisfactory.

The men wrapped up their business a short time later. The tall man stood, his eyes met mine, no words we necessary. I followed behind him like an obedient puppy to the back quarters where we undressed, I performed the same ritual between his legs and once his needs were met, I stood and masturbated as expected.

Jon was present, standing at attention at the door when I entered the office area. Our eyes met and I knew that he knew what had transpired in the back room. I felt embarrassed and surely blushed, he half-smirked - but not in a condescending way - his eyes seemed to speak compassion.

The Colonel looked up from his desk, said something to Jon, scribbled and handed a note to the young soldier. In a harsh voice, Jon ordered me tofollow him and we retreated. He was to be my guardian for another day, which I found most pleasing.

We walked leisurely about the base camp mostly in silence. Well away from the hubbub of the camp activity, Jon placed a finger to his mouth indicating silence and showed me the tented barrack where he bunked. It smelled of body odor and stinky feet. There were some twenty or so cots along each side of the dingy narrow structure. He explained to me that most were used shared sleeping accommodations between the day and night shift enlisted men. Several other similar barracks had been erected side by side. The entire area smelled of stale urine. I thought about my aunt's rose garden.

The mess hall was nothing like the chef and waiter staffed officer's mess. Rows and rows of bare rough tables with many young inhabitants seated with bowed heads spooning what appeared be very unappetizing porridge. Others lined up with bowls at the front of the hall waiting for cooks to ladle the thin gruel. Jon was one. I passed, feeling terribly guilty for having bacon, sausage, eggs and waffles not an hour earlier. I did however; accept a mug of tea, not bothering to ask for sugar and milk when none was readily in sight.

What was clearly in sight and hard to miss was a group of boys in civilian clothes like my own seated at a table eating the same slop as two guards looked on nearby. When Jon and I had settled at a distant table I was immediately sorry that I had inquired.

He explained that an early morning raid had been conducted on an orphanage some fifty miles west where military intelligence believed underground resistance operatives were stationed. Finding nothing but priests and boys, and not believing the priests denials, ten younger teen boys were brought back to base for interrogation purposes. All a ruse;

Jon looked around slyly to ensure privacy, leaned over and confided to me that on this day a local Inn would be the venue for several very high ranking Nazi officials arriving from Germany for meetings. The boys were to be provided for their entertainment, courtesy of the good Colonel himself. That explained the early morning jump on the day, the Colonel wanted to ensure his base was ship-shape for any potential inspections by the brass as well as assure himself that the predawn hunting trip was a success and fresh prime meat would be on the menu.

We stopped next at the base commissary where he presented the Colonels note, minutes later a picnic basket was handed off and we made our merry way in the jeep to the same little beach and wasted no time in undressing and heading into the water for a good long time before enjoying our lunch of cheese, pickled herring and bread with fruit for dessert.

Our cocks soon occupied each other's mouths. Jon straddled my head, hovering just above me, his testicles warmly splayed over my nose and providing me with a somewhat tantalizing glimpse of his rectum that my hands couldn't resist and dared the parting of his cheeks for a better view. A darker pink than its surroundings, puffy folds quivered ever so slightly; perhaps the result of his heart beat, or perhaps the priming of his orgasm. I wasn't prepared to explore any further, though, at least orally, but I wondered what it would be like to fuck him.

I noticed the shadow first, then the cool metal end of a rifle barrel resting between my eyes that came into focus. Jon must have also been aware of company in our presence as my cock lost its warm cocoon sensation to a cooler one. A loud thud was heard immediately followed by an even louder grunt as he was kicked in the side and rolled off me. Two middle aged German soldiers stood menacingly over us pointing machine guns and yelling unintelligible foreign words that Jon screamed back in unintelligible foreign words.

Jon rose to his feet cautiously, his hands above his head with a gun barrel trained on his temple. I remained on the ground with the same unnerving threat. Spread eagle, I didn't flinch a muscle, not even to cover myself or even close my legs. Slowly and cautiously, Jon ambled his way to the tree where his uniform was hung and pointed. He had at least identified himself as one of them, surely that would show favor on our behalf.

The screaming only intensified directed at Jon who turned crimson and was obviously shaken up. The soldier manhandled him back to where I lay and shoved him to the ground. I hated not understanding what was going, only the words. After leveler heads prevailed, smirks appeared on the two Nazi's faces. - Polish - and - pretty boy - were clearly ciphered.

Jon looked at me, his eyes wide in fear; he was on the verge of tears and brought me up to date. He was, 1) on duty and out of uniform, 2) engaged in homosexual acts, with an enemy civilian no less, and 3) breach of trust and duties as chaperone to the colonel's pageboy. Each was a capital offence of its own and punishable by a firing squad.

A pageboy. A So that's how the colonel's relationship to me was presented and accepted tongue-in-cheek by the rank and file. A pageboy with benefits no doubt, but I couldn't dwell on that right then, Jon was in severe trouble and I was the center of it and felt scared; no, paranoid for his well being;

Jon buried his head between his knees and sobbed, his body convulsed uncontrollably. The men let up their sinister stance and lowered their arms. I presumed the soldier standing over the quivering teen was in charge. Three stripes on his shoulder and the more vocal of the two, he knelt down to Jon's level and conversed in a lowered tone with a devious grin.

Jon looked up at the man in appall, glanced back down in a look of defeat. The man towering above me reacted with a ghost smile; his gun barrel gently skimmed down my torso and proceeded to prod my genitals.

Jon's foreboding eyes met mine, he looked away in shame. A deal had been struck, that I was sure of; I was the bargaining chip; the Polish pretty boy, - the colonel's forbidden fruit. That must have added an element of intrigue in itself.

Like the unfortunate boys in the woods, I was dragged to straddle a downed tree. The men shed their munitions belts to the ground, downed their trousers, each began taking shared liberties upon my mouth. I wasn't a fool; I played the submissive role, not for fear of anything else knowing that I was surely saving Jon's life, a small price to pay.

The sergeant smelled atrocious, like rotten meat. Nauseating was the sight under the foreskin. Early on, my father stressed the importance of cleanliness, instilled in me a fear of infection, having to succumb himself to painful circumcision late in life. I wanted to vomit, when he pulled my hair and forced me back to mouth the gross flaccid meat. His long fat cock was slow to respond, unlike his impatient accomplice who was all but shoving his superior aside, his veiny member drooling its copious slime.

Deciding not to share, the sergeant ordered Jon over and to his knees to service the subordinate. Both Jon and the soldier appeared contrite, however neither made comment to the breach of ethics among the low level enlisted men. Perhaps the sergeant deemed Jon a homosexual anyway, justifying the order given.

Moments later, the sergeant was fully erect and quite a mouthful. I wondered if the scene beside us had encouraged his excitement. Much larger than even the colonel, the sides of my mouth were painfully stretched and it was impossible not to scrape the shaft with my teeth while he viciously mouth fucked me. Not for long. My prayers that he would cum went unanswered when he pulled away from me and stepped over the log. I was going to be brutally sodomized; that, I knew was inevitable.