CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 3
Copyright 2004 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins
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However based on real events and places, "Castle Margarethen" is strictly fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Most of the story takes place in Nazi Germany during the year 1943. Further, the major characters are members of the SS, most young, a few older. We explore their motivations and mixed feelings as human beings for whom the Fuehrer's message was truth. At the same time, however, your authors would make clear their condemnation of the Nazi ideology and atrocities committed by the Schutzstaffel (the SS). Indeed, we condemn ALL organizations, ideologies, and individuals who do harm to humanity and restrict the growth of the human spirit.
This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adult males and male teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands that anything other than safe sex is sheer insanity!
CHAPTER 3
(Revisiting the End of Chapter 2)
With another moan - louder than the first - the Estonian youngster exploded into his buddy's hand. (This time there were no catcalls. Indeed, the moans, gasps, and yelps from the other two corners suggested that their buddies were similarly occupied!) Toomas again forced himself to turn over in order that he could lay his head against Eugen's muscled chest. God, it felt good! Eugen could have sworn that as they drifted off to sleep Toomas mumbled something like "Good night, brother," but he had to have been mistaken. It must have been, "Good night, buddy."
(Continuing Our Story - A Wild Beginning )
It was pitch black when the first bell sounded! "Let's do it in the shower," Toomas whispered" "Wha... It's the middle of the night..." Eugen choked. Temporarily shaking himself awake, he yelled, "Ok, guys, let's go! There's a lot to do before breakfast!"
Ignoring the confusion around him in the steamy air, Toomas half-propped Eugen up against the shower tile and soaped his body thoroughly. Truth was - as his hands glided over his hero's smooth, heavily-muscled body - he was having a ball! Having finished with the front of his body, he worked the heavy lather into Eugen's back, legs and his unbelievable butt as slowly as he dared. Unfortunately, as he reached around his buddy's body to grasp his semi-hard cock, Eugen - in part and in whole - came fully awake. "Shush," Toomas whispered into his ear. "Let me finish you off" - and with a few good strokes, he did.
In a far more business-like manner, Eugen did his duty, the young men exchanged shaves, checked each other's bodies for stray hairs, and otherwise prepared for the new day. Within minutes, they rejoined their rather quiet, slightly embarrassed buddies in the squad room and donned their shorts. As the second bell sounded, they were marching smartly down the broad staircase.
Compared with the first morning, breakfast was a rather subdued affair, even though the food was equally good and plentiful. At its close, Colonel Kreuze rose. "You will notice, men, that you had extra time to perform your duties on rising. Your officers and I note that every man was in his seat when the third bell rang. You have completed your first tasks with dedication and with spirit. Congratulations! Be reminded that there are two class periods before lunch, and two afterwards. One of the four will be a free period. Heil Hitler!"
Somehow buoyed by their Colonel's words of praise, the men of Second Squad moved quickly to the basement level of the Castle where they found an excellent gym, as well as locker rooms and showers. Obviously, this facility had hosted many SS programs in the past. Leaving their shorts in designated lockers, they followed a staff member out onto a broad grassed field that stretched beyond that which had once been the Castle's moat. In the distance, they could see Sergeant Hans Krupke (the Physical Conditioning instructor and NCO of Third Squad) and another staff member. Both were dressed in black shorts and white T-shirts that bore the SS logo. "Come on, men, let's move it - and let's hear some NOISE!" yelled their staffer. Breaking into an all-out run and shouting at the top of their lungs, the young men headed for the center of the field.
As they gathered around Sergeant Krupke - panting, the sweat running down their young bodies - they gloried in the exercise and in the warm and sunny, if rather misty August morning. Theirs was not a sedentary life of books and lectures. It sure as hell wasn't a life of sex that involved other men! In fact, for most of them, Five-fingered Dietrich ruled! It felt good - it felt RIGHT - to be panting and sweating and waiting for the command of their Sergeant! The fact that they were in the nude just didn't matter any more.
"On the way down here, men, you noticed a well-equipped gym. Staff members are ready to develop and supervise individually-planned programs. As your general Program gets underway, you'll find that you have some free time. I'll be watching to see who takes advantage of our gym! Secondly, remember that in yesterday's briefings, Sergeant Major Bindermann stressed the need to go beyond merely developing your bodies. His stress on the need to develop reserves of staying power and determination tells you what we're going to be doing in these daily sessions. Coupled with your work in the gym, our work together will fit you for your new assignment. Ok! Three times around the field, full speed!"
Having given it everything they had - and that was a major "everything," for each young man was in superb physical condition - the men once again gathered around the Sergeant Instructor. "Today's work is in hand-to-hand combat!" he barked. "One staff member will work with two men whom he chooses." It wasn't a gentle session. Eugen found himself paired with Jens under the direction of a burly staffer. While younger and not quite as heavy, Jens was fast as greased lightening and strong! On several occasions, Eugen found himself flying through the air and landing heavily on the thick grass - even though you will guess he gave as good as he received!
Sergeant Krupke eventually called a halt to the morning's class, instructed them to take a hot shower, and reminded them that they would simply carry their Lederhosen shorts with them to their Sex class. As the boys headed back towards the showers, they were once again a happy and relaxed (if somewhat battered!) group. They had NEEDED that work-out! Eugen walked with Jens, his arm around the Dane's broad shoulders, complimenting him on several of his deadly moves. Seeing Nils who seemed to be limping a bit, he swatted a grinning Jens on the butt and held up. "Oh, man, Eugen, remind me never to get Piet mad at me," Nils groaned. "That guy could get hit full on by a T-34 (the most effective battle tank of the Red Army) and, believe me, the tank would have to return to base for repairs! He low-bridged me once and I must have tumbled head over heels three or four times before I hit the ground!" Eugen jokingly made to slug him on his upper arm, but Nils flinched and laughingly jogged ahead.
Filing into the next classroom - for, nude or not, they had marched proudly to their next assignment - the men of Second Squad deposited their shorts in trays at the back of the room. On a raised platform at the back of the room, they saw three large rectangular padded tables. Standing beside their seats which were arranged in a semi-circle around a fourth table, they awaited Sergeant Instructor Burmann's arrival. As he appeared, Eugen barked, "Achtung!" and extended his arm in the Nazi salute. Returning the salute, the Sergeant commanded them to be seated. Their 24 year-old squad NCO stood before them in his black shorts and white SS T- shirt. Several of the guys noticed that Sergeant Burmann could have appeared on a Waffen- SS poster....a shade over 6' (1.84m) tall, reddish-blond hair, handsome in a dominating sort of way, and muscles everywhere. "Well, it seems to me that I have seen you men somewhere before. By the way, I LIKED the way you marched in here. Keep up the good work!"
"Very well, men, you know why you're here. My job is to help you prepare to fulfill the assignment for which you've volunteered - and for which all humanity will be grateful. Today's lesson is on hands. (Laughter greeted his opening.) Now, I agree, that may seem childishly simple. Let's find out. I want each pair of buddies to move to a table on the platform. One buddy lies down on his back; the other stands. Ok?" As soon as the young men were in position, the Sergeant Instructor continued: "I now want the standing buddy to feel every square millimeter of his buddy's body. The guy lying down can turn over when he can SWEAR that his buddy hasn't missed one single spot. Note that I didn't say 'touch'...like this." (He demonstrated by quickly touching a table and then instantly drawing his hand away as if it were red hot.) "No. I want you to FEEL every square millimeter of your buddy's body. Go!" Within two minutes, there were sounds of nervous laughter; faces were flushed; Piet had actually stopped feeling Klaus and stood there motionless, head bowed and sweating.
"What's wrong, Piet - and I want the whole truth," Sergeant Burmann said firmly - but without anger. "Well, Sergeant, men don't touch men's bodies this way," Piet sputtered. "My skin is crawling! It feels...QUEER! Kinda like last night and this morning..." "Thanks, Piet, for an honest answer." Looking around the room, he added, "It's pretty obvious that everyone in the Squad feels much the same way. Now let me ask another question: Just a little while ago, Corporal, I saw you walk off the field with Jens who had given you a real battle in your Conditioning exercise. Your arm was around his naked shoulders. As you stopped to speak with Nils, you slapped Jens on his naked rump and sent him on his way. Did that make either of you guys feel queer?" "NO, SERGEANT!" both shocked youngsters almost shouted. "Ok, men, what's the difference? Why does one situation make you feel uncomfortable while the other has no effect other than, perhaps, making you closer buddies?" For a moment or two, there was dead silence. Finally, Nils raised his hand. On receiving Burmann's nod, he said, "I guess we've learned that it's ok to touch a man's body in some places and in some situations, but not in others." General murmurs of agreement met Nils' answer. "Ok, men," the Sergeant continued, "here's my final question. "FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR COUNTRY, YOUR FAMILY,AND OTHERS WHOM YOU LOVE, ARE YOU WILLING TO DISREGARD SOME OF THE THINGS YOU'VE BEEN TAUGHT AND DO WHATEVER IS NECESSARY FOR VICTORY?" Without his saying another word, quick conversations and an occasional nervous laugh filled the room where earlier there had been little more than "determined silence" and palpable embarrassment Klaus even gave out a little yelp and told Piet to take it easy on his balls! Before they were through, Burmann had them go through the same exercise standing, facing each other. There was still tension in the room, but believe that it was a much more relaxed place that it had been earlier! Further to calm the beasts, the Sergeant Instructor proceeded to give them some basic instruction in general body massage.
"Ok, back to your chairs. Now our work gets difficult. I need a volunteer!" (Silence) "Men? A volunteer?" (Silence) Finally, the young Hitler Youth lad, Klaus, rose hesitantly, stood at attention, and saluted. A snickered comment was heard: "Horny this morning, Klaus?" His resolve - thin at best - broke and the boy fell back on HJ jargon: "Wenn der Fuehrer spricht, folge ich!" [When the Fuehrer speaks, I obey!"] he almost sobbed - straight from the manual or a poster. Several catcalls arose.
"Men!" the Sergeant Instructor interrupted sharply. "When a German soldier attempts to do his duty, are you REALLY going to try to stop him?" (Silence) "I repeat," Sergeant Burmann continued, "Now our work gets difficult. I need a volunteer!" Five lads sprang to attention and saluted. Quickly looking around him, Klaus also rose, though his long legs and the arm raised in the Hitler salute trembled. "That's better. Klaus, you were first. Your active, voluntary cooperation with the Program is noted. Come forward and lie on the table...on your back, please."
"The question: 'Is all touch the same - or does touching someone in different places have different effects?' To illustrate, using only my hands and fingers, I'm going to touch Klaus in different spots and ask him to tell us how it feels. Gather round, men. Close your eyes, soldier." Burmann ran his fingers through the boy's soft blond hair. "That feels wonderful, Sergeant...peaceful...like at home." (Klaus was about to mention his mother, but, thankfully - in this company of young adult males - he kept his mouth shut.) The Sergeant stood behind the lad and used two fingers to rub his temples. "Oh, man, that feels good, too!" Burmann rubbed Klaus's ear lobe between two fingers. "Wow! It felt good, but there was something a little sexy, too." Placing a finger on the lad's taut lower stomach produced much the same answer - and the beginning of swelling in Klaus's thick cock. When the Sergeant softly rubbed his finger over the lad's nipples and gave one a rather sharp pinch, the youngster's reactions needed no explanation. He moved uncomfortably on the table, and his cock immediately erected to its full eight inches. (His was not the only one! Fortunately - for them - as Burmann looked around at his troops, no one was trying to hide it!) "And once more...." Wetting a finger, he stroked the very top of Klaus's erect penis. "Agh-h-h-h!," the lad moaned as his eyes opened suddenly. His cock - just as suddenly - turned bright pink and began to throb as precum poured down the shaft. Everyone in the room was on the very edge of losing it!
"One more demonstration, men. For this I need another volunteer. Warning: This could be VERY difficult for you." Three young men spring to attention and saluted. Noting that Toomas was in just about the same state as Klaus, Sergeant Burmann told him to come forward and to climb up on the table on top of the other youngster. "Toomas, follow my orders exactly!" he growled into the boy's ear. "Rub your cock and balls against Klaus's." After a few seconds, he said, "Stop! Lift up!" Everyone could see how their balls were drawing up as their obscenely swollen cocks throbbed - every vein and tendon in high relief. "More!" the Sergeant ordered. As Toomas passionately ground his genitals against Klaus, a gigantic ROAR broke from the throats of both boys. Even though he had Toomas on top of him, Klaus's rigid body must have arched off the table a good five inches (12.7 cm), throwing Toomas back against the Sergeant Instructor. Simultaneously, their cocks virtually exploded, propelling great streams of cum in every direction - as did the cocks of everyone else in the Second Squad! (It was a display the likes of which legends are made - and, in this case, not one of the participants ever forgot the moment.)
As some clean rags were passed around, the Sergeant Instructor said, "That, men" is called 'frottage.' When men and women are really hot...fully into it...the results of using your equipment to 'touch' can be...spectacular." For tomorrow, I want each buddy to check out and record the sexually sensitive spots on the other. Further, each pair of buddies will try 'frottage'...at least once," he added with the slightest hint of a grin. With that, he snapped, "You have three minutes before you must march to lunch. Class dismissed!" and hurriedly left the classroom through a rear door.
As the boys thoroughly cleaned themselves off before donning their leather shorts, Nils spoke up. "Klaus, do you remember earlier this morning hearing someone ask, 'Horny this morning?'" (Klaus turned around with a frightened look on his face.) "Unfortunately," Nils continued, "that was me. I want everybody to know that I realize I acted liked an idiot and that I am apologizing. I'm really sorry, Klaus. There's more to say about this, but let me say right now that if a guy is trying to do his duty, he doesn't need some fuckin' traitor on his back." The two boys grinned at each other and shook hands just before the Second Squad prepared to march to lunch.
Lunch on Day 2 was a tension-filled affair. Two of the squads (2 and 4) had completed their first Sex instruction. Further, Squad 4 had just come from Physical Conditioning and both the adrenalin and the testosterone were pumping. Unfortunately, the two tables were located next to each other. All through lunch, the Second Squad had to listen to, and watch, the others viciously riding one of their members who happened to be the youngest and smallest of the bunch. When the lad's bowl of soup was "accidently" dumped over - which drew the attention of the staff table - Eugen leaned towards the ranking enlisted man in the Fourth Squad and said quietly, "Lars, how about holding up on this until after lunch. Let us digest our food." Another member of that squad - Boris, the same character who had been hassling Klaus - interrupted and said loudly, "Lars, why don't you tell fish-face to keep his trap shut or, maybe, we'll find some soup for him!" The situation would have exploded had Lars not said firmly, "Shut up, Boris. One more word out of you and you're on report." He also turned to Eugen, apologized, and said that he'd take care of the matter. Everyone knew that the incident wasn't closed.
On the way out of the dining hall, Boris slammed into the back of the smaller Squad 4 boy and sent him flying. Piet walked over to him, grabbed him by the arm, and said, "Listen, until I have reason to think differently, that kid's my brother. What's up between you two?" "Ah, shit!" Boris snarled, "that little pansy volunteered twice in Sex class and made the rest of us look like a bunch of morons! He has to learn!" "What does he have to learn, shit-face...that an SS man who tries to do his duty needs to fear his own more than the enemy? Keep your hands off him or you'll have me to deal with. Also, while we're on the subject, call my Squad Leader another name and you won't have any teeth! Got it?" Boris tried his best to sneer before turning and walking away. (There were no signs of resentment on the part of the other Squad 4 boys .) Eugen called the squad together for a moment before marching them to their last class. "Piet, I know you want to get to the gym during our free period after Officers' Training - and others may also have plans. Would it be possible, however, for us to have a short Squad meeting as soon as class is over...up in the Squad room?" Everyone signaled agreement.
As announced at lunch, a special Officers' Training session was being led jointly by Sergeant Instructor Gunther Wagner and Major Storch in the auditorium. (Both were in full uniform, as were all staff members.) Looking around, Eugen could see that all four squads and the entire Program staff had been pulled out of their regular classes and other responsibilities. It was announced - with great pleasure - that Reichfuehrer-SS Himmler's office had personally sent a great German hero to begin their preparation to serve as officers in the Waffen-SS.
A tumultuous welcome of applause, cheers, and songs greeted Obersturmbannfuehrer [SS-Lt. Colonel] Paul Schmidt. Quickly, he proved that while he might have lost a leg and an arm in the battle for Warsaw (where he had won the Knight's Cross), his martial spirit was as bright as ever.
"What," he asked, "is the essential difference between an SS officer and an officer in other branches of the German Armed Forces? The difference," he stated, "is that the SS officer sees Adolf Hitler as the incarnation of the German people and its values. Individual citizens are normally able to interpret loyalty within the framework of legal norms, but the SS declaration of loyalty to Hitler means a renunciation of any freedom of choice or loyalty to other institutions such as the church. The situations and actions in which the loyalty of the armed SS man will be called upon are, therefore, strictly determined by Hitler's orders. Der Fuehrer demands that the SS man place himself and his trust in the rightness of his decisions."
Interrupted on several occasions by wild applause and shouts of approval, the Lieutenant Colonel continued for some time to develop his theme of an "essential difference." He was just as explicit in detailing the vital responsibilities of lower officers in ensuring the acceptance of the Fuehrer's will among the rank and file of Waffen-SS troops. At its close, Toomas leaned over towards a somber-faced Eugen and asked what was wrong. "Oh, I don't know, Toomas," he replied in a very soft and guarded voice. "We were promised something more than propaganda in Officers' Training, but I didn't hear much new today. And...I may even have some problems with what was said. In any case," he continued lightly, "we have a squad meeting upstairs. Let's go!"
As soon as the members of Second Squad had stripped off their Lederhosen shorts and gathered together around their table, Eugen began. "Men, I have some problems with things that happened in our Sex class this morning and then at lunch. Briefly, I agree with what both Nils and Piet said earlier: If a man is trying to do his duty - duty that he freely accepted - he shouldn't have to fear interference by his fellows. But there's a problem here. I"m not at all sure that everyone has accepted this duty, this Program. At least, I've heard a lot of complaining, including my own! I think we've either got to accept the Program completely...and really get into it...or act honorably and resign." Piet spoke up. "I couldn't agree more. I'm tired of hearing myself bitch about 'feeling queer.' We do it - all the way - or we quit!" Subsequent comments proved there was general agreement.
"There's one more quick point," Eugen continued. "We have a private squad room and facilities. Given what Sex Instruction is already demanding, there's no way that we can pussyfoot around and try to make sure that other guys don't see what we're doing. I say that no one 'sees' ANYTHING in either room at any time of the day or night. We're NOT queers. We're NOT just trying to get our rocks off. We're doing our DUTY - and that demands the SUPPORT of every soldier in Second Squad!" The shouts, the pounding on the table, the slaps that rained down on Eugen's shoulders and back left little doubt that Second Squad had made its decision.
"Piet," this is our free period and I know you're headed for the gym. May I join you?" Eugen asked as the meeting broke up. "Yeah, but you're in for a rough workout," the big Dutchman grinned. As they walked through the main floor lobby, a Lieutenant came up to them. "Colonel Kreuze would like to see you immediately, Corporal," he said. "Yes, sir," Eugen answered. "I'll go upstairs, get into my shorts, and be right down." The Lieutenant snapped, "You ARE in proper uniform, Corporal. The Colonel said NOW!"
As he sat in the Colonel's waiting room, Eugen wondered what all this was about. After about ten minutes, another Program participant left the office and the Lieutenant at the desk motioned for him to go in. Knocking at the door and being told to come in, he entered the Commanding Officer's office for the first time. Looking up and seeing the boy standing at attention and saluting, the Colonel returned the salute, rose from his desk, and motioned towards two comfortable chairs at the side of the large, beautifully decorated room. When they were seated opposite each other, the Colonel spoke. "Corporal, in the last two hours, I have heard complaints from Major Storch that you exhibited a 'less than enthusiastic' response in your Officers' Training class, and Sergeant Instructor Bayer of Fourth Squad has complained that you have interfered with the discipline of his men. I was told that this forced him to remove his ranking enlisted man from authority and replace him. I have also spoken with Sergeant Burmann. At this point, young man, I could question you myself or even order a formal inquiry - but I'm not going to do either. I believe I have enough knowledge of the facts in these matters to make a judgment. Nevertheless, Corporal, I must order you to be more...circumspect. Do you understand me?" "Jawohl, Herr Standartenfuehrer!" [Yes, sir, Colonel!], Eugen snapped. As the Colonel rose, Eugen also stood, came to attention, saluted, and turned to head for the door. The Colonel walked beside him for a moment, his hand on the back of the boy's neck. As they approached the door, he murmured, "Be very careful, young Eugen."
Supper was relatively uneventful, even though Eugen did notice that Boris now sat at the head of the Fourth Squad table. He had responded to Piet's question about what had happened on the way to the gym as being "nothing more than record keeping." After the meal, the young men had run around the filled-in castle moat before settling down to study in the Squad Room. Once again, Eugen - aided by Nils - worked with Piet and Klaus on the Officers' Training Manual. The results were quite good, and the feelings in the Squad were very positive as that study session ended.
Eugen walked over to the bed where Toomas was sprawled, reading his Manual, reaching out his hand and asking if he were ready to work on "those damned erogenous zones." With an enormous grin, Toomas grabbed his buddy's hand and dragged him down onto the bed. "See," he babbled happily, "I made up a chart of all the zones mentioned by the Sergeant and shared it with the other guys. There's a column for each buddy. We can just put a '1' by those that don't get much reaction, a '2' by those in the middle, and a big, fuckin' '3' by those that knock our socks off!" Accepting Eugen's grin and a light cuff to the side of his head as agreement, Toomas continued. "Ok, close your eyes and let's see what gets what." A soft brush against his buddy's eyelids brought little more than a soft groan of enjoyment. A "1"... Nevertheless, when Toomas stroked the skin on his inner thighs, especially towards the top when thighs, scrotum, and torso met, Eugen just about jumped off the bed. "Wow!" he gasped, "That gets a '3' for me!" "Ok," Toomas chuckled, "one more and we trade off." Softly, he ran his finger up the front of Eugen's broad and muscled neck. "Kinda like Klaus reported this morning. It feels...nice, but it's also a little sexy...a '2'." "Got it," Toomas reported. "My turn!" Eugen chortled. "Turn over - and close your eyes!" "Oh?" Toomas responded as he turned over to lie comfortably on his stomach, he head resting on his arms, one knee slightly bent. Grinning wickedly, Eugen ran his finger down the heavy muscle ridges that protected his buddy's spine. "Nice...AND a little sexy," Toomas reported. "A '2'..." Gritting his teeth - a little - Eugen firmly rubbed the patch of skin between his friend's anus and his scrotum...the perineum. As it definitely hardened, Toomas groaned loudly and moaned, "Oh, man, Eugen, you wouldn't believe how hard I am! That's a '3'!" Taking pity on him, Eugen next cupped a finger around the Estonian lad's heavy bicep and lightly moved it back and forth. "Hell, man, that's a lot easier than where you were! No more than a '1'," Toomas snapped. With a list of 20 some odd erogenous zones, it took a while, but the boys finally worked their way through it. The last try fell to Toomas. Gritting his teeth (more than a little), he grasped Eugen's cock and lightly ran his moistened thumb over the frenulum, the elastic band of tissue under the glans or head of the penis that connects to the foreskin and helps it cover and uncover the head. (Would you believe that Eugen's reaction was DEFINITELY at level "3" and that by this time, both men were as hard as Krupp steel - and dripping precum? Believe!)
Not allowing his buddy time to recover, Toomas climbed on top of him and began his frottage homework! After his limited work on Klaus that morning, it was obvious that Toomas had been thinking about this activity...quite a bit, in fact. Yes, he ground his genitals against Eugen's, which brought loud moans, but he was a lot more creative than that! For instance, he brought his cock up his buddy's muscled chest and rubbed it between his pecs and then into his armpits. (Both boys began to understand the reasons for the full-body shave. The sensations of skin on skin were unbelievable!) "Whoa, tiger," Eugen exclaimed. "Give me a go." The Corporal began with a little swordplay...that ended in something of a panting draw. Then he slapped at Toomas's arm and commanded him to turn over. "Pull your cheeks apart!" Scarcely believing that he could do this, Eugen turned off the voices in his head and ran his steel-hard, dripping cock down the length of Toomas's crack, from the very top, over the perineum, and down to his scrotum. Slapping the writhing, moaning boy HARD on the rump, he commanded him to turn back over. Lying on their sides and facing each other, they held onto each other's upper arms, ramming their genitals into each other until they came simultaneously with screams and an explosion so violent as to roll both of them off the bed!
Moments later, wide-eyed, groggy, wondering what in hell they had done, they peered back over the top edge of the bed towards the others. As Piet, Klaus, Nils, and Jens broke into loud cheers, applause, and laughter, they turned SCARLET! "You guys didn't watch?" moaned Toomas. "Hell, man," Piet answered, "we pledged that we wouldn't SEE anything. That didn't mean we couldn't WATCH...a little!" Toomas groaned and collapsed against Eugen. Knowing that he had to change the subject...fast, Eugen gasped, "You guys ready for a shower?" Laughing like hyenas, the others came over, dragged Eugen and Toomas to their feet, and struggled arm-in-arm into the shower next door. From the other side of the door, all Sergeant Burmann could hear was a low-pitched chant of "Squad 2...Squad 2...Squad 2!"
(To Be Continued)