CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 6
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 6
(Revisiting Chapter 5)
Will put his grandfather's diary down on the covers. Tears streaming down his face, he had done no better than muffle his repeated cries of "Thata boy, Eugen, thata boy! Kill the bastard!" It was late. Maybe his mother and father hadn't heard him. Rock-hard...his entire body rigid with stress, he heaved the covers back and maniacally jerked himself off until he exploded in the first major breathtaking, ball-draining, consciousness-dimming orgasm of his young life. Strange... On a night over 60 years ago, most of the young men at Schloss Margarethen had done much the same thing! Awakened by the last of his son's cries and the heavy thudding of his bed against the wall, Will's father smiled and calmly assured his good wife that all was well. It was simply that their young adolescent son had just read about Eugen's victory. They smiled knowingly, hugged, kissed, and returned to peaceful slumber.
(Continuing Our Story: The Fight - Aftermath)
Colonel Kreuze had been through this before. He knew that the adrenalin and testosterone levels of the young men were so high as to make explosions inevitable. Fine on the battlefield - not so fine in a school... Thus, he cancelled classes and ordered the company out onto the field for "war games" under strict staff supervision. When they dragged themselves back into the Castle after nearly two hours, the situation was again controllable. Directed to stop by the infirmary, Squads 2 and 4 were able to pick up their leaders and return upstairs with them.
Neither squad leader was able to march to supper - their friends smuggled some food upstairs for them. Eugen was very withdrawn, scarcely able to speak with his buddies, even with Toomas. Somehow, they all understood that it was simply a time to "be there" for him. Finally, at about 9:00 pm (2100 hours), he rose from his pallet, walked unsteadily up the hall to Fourth Squad's room, and knocked on the door. When Lars opened the heavy portal, he extended his hand and asked if he might see Boris. Discretely returning the medallion to the tall Norwegian with a glance of thanks, he walked over to Boris's bed. Rather than unfriendly, the atmosphere in the squad room seemed deeply depressed. His faced turned towards the wall, Boris appeared to be barely conscious and in no condition to speak, but Eugen sat silently on the edge of his bed for a few minutes. Rising, he walked over to Erwin, the lad who had been in his squad leader's corner during the fight. "When Boris gets it back together, chances are his throat is going to be sorer than hell. I've always found these lozenges do more for me than anything I've ever tried. Please pass them on." With those words, he pressed a partial pak into the young man's hand and left the room.
(On the Morrow)
Breakfast
The Colonel was relieved to find the atmosphere in the dining hall to be "correct" and "professional." While there was few signs of easy camaraderie, the earlier sense of heavy tension had clearly passed. At the end of the meal, he announced that Squads 2 and 4 would meet together (on Squad 2's schedule), but for morning classes only.
Physical Conditioning
Sergeant Instructor Krupke began class as if nothing had happened since the last session. Telling Eugen and Boris to hold, he and his staff quickly involved the young men in their usual headlong race around the perimeter of the field. On their return, he immediately sent them off with his staffers for the day's activity - a climb up the Castle wall! Grabbing each of the squad leaders by an ear, he growled, "You two ok?" Hearing firm responses of "Jawohl, Herr Oberscharfuehrer!" he grinned and let go of the ears. "Ok, the Colonel has brought a sawbones in from down below to give you birds a thorough check-up. Report to him in the infirmary. You will go from there directly to your next class. Go!" They saluted smartly and turned to walk - carefully - back towards the Castle.
As the two sore and battered youngsters sat waiting for the doctor, Boris gruffly thanked Eugen for the lozenges and admitted that he "might have gone a bit too far." In some frustration, Eugen asked him, "Does the fact that I kill some guys when fighting with the Twelfth Panzer mean that I'm a murderer?" When Boris nodded in the negative, he continued, "Then how about the sex? Does the fact that I've done exactly what Kreuze, Storch, and Burmann have ordered me to do - including loosening up with it - mean that I'm a homo? For God's sake, Boris, we may never be great buddies, but can't we be good comrades - guys who would fight to the end for each other?" In a not unfriendly way, Boris just grunted, but said nothing.
There was no opportunity for further conversation as the civilian doctor entered the anteroom and motioned for Boris to accompany him. When he had given the Fourth Squad leader a thorough physical, he repeated it with Eugen. As he finished, he heard the class bell and sent them both off to their next class. Later, he reported to Colonel Kreuze that while they had each taken a savage beating, their age and physical condition should help them to be ready for full duty in a very few days. Happily, the long-term effects should be minimal. For instance, Eugen would have a slight scar on his cheek. Boris, however, needed immediate dental work. He also recommended minor surgery on his nose which he could perform personally. With the Colonel's permission, he would be honored to arrange for this work in town. Receiving the Colonel's permission and thanks, he promised to file a written report within days and departed.
Sex Instruction
As the two squads filed into the classroom, Boris came over to Eugen, (gingerly) hooked an arm around his neck, and said, "We're comrades, ok?" To the relief of both squads, they shook hands - and even managed a faint grin. "Ow!," Boris yelped, raising a big hand to his mouth. Eugen just let out a guffaw and slugged him (lightly) on his upper arm. The company broke into laughter just as Sergeant Burmann entered the room.
"Glad you guys are feeling happy," Burmann said as he strode to the front of the room. ('What's this?' the Sergeant thought to himself as he turned around. 'They're actually sitting together. Will wonders never cease!') "If I had to pick one lesson that would give you people the most trouble, this would be it. Most of the men you meet in the field are going to want oral relief...but there will be some who need it anally. My experience on the battlefield - when the tension comes close to paralyzing you - has been that most of us can help a buddy out manually and, sometimes, even orally, but anal help is quite another kettle of fish. That's today's work."
"Remember that NOBODY thinks you're queer. We know that you are respecting the finest traditions of the SS, following direct orders that you volunteered to follow, and doing your part for victory! You must also remember, however, that's this job demands more than simply going through the motions. You are being ordered to relax and loosen up with behavior that's difficult for any real man, practice it with your buddies, and show that you JOYFULLY follow the Fuehrer's commands! If you feel tense and negative, you haven't performed your duty - and it's time to give it another try. For what it's worth, you already have my respect. Ok, let's get to work!"
After discussing lubrication, he returned briefly to sexual diseases. "Remember, guys, that there are diseases out there that could keep you from having babies later on - or cause you to injure someone you love. If your soldier has any signs of disease such as warts, rashes, any unusual discharges - the things we discussed the other day - EVERYBODY has to wear a condom. Insist...politely...but insist!! I need a volunteer!" Ten of the young men, Boris among them, immediately leapt to their feet, their arms raised stiffly in salute. As the remaining two looked at the odds, they, too, stood and saluted. 'HOLY SHIT!' Burmann chortled to himself. "Ok, Jens, jump up on the front table. Gather 'round men. There are more of you so stand close."
The key word in all of this is RELAX! Relax yourself; and do anything that's necessary to help your subject to relax. Reaching around in back of him, he tickled Jens who obligingly squirmed and giggled. Grinning, he chortled, "See what I mean?" If there's anything beyond mild discomfort in this activity, either you haven't relaxed or you haven't been able to help your subject to relax. RELAXATION IS ESSENTIAL! "Next to relaxation, lubrication is the most important issue. The rule is simple: LUBRICATE EVERYTHING! The anal muscles are powerful; the anal canal is tight - tighter in some men than in others. So you've got to lubricate and you've got to LOOSEN THINGS UP. Failure in any of these three jobs results in pain. It's that simple. Ok, let's see how it's done.
Placing small pillows under Jens' head and lower back, he told the gymnastic youngster to roll back on his shoulders, hold his legs apart by placing his hands under his knees, and let his butt rise into the air. "Let me know when you need a break, Jens," he murmured. Stripping off to the admiring glances of many guys in the room, he then lubricated a finger and began to lightly massage the muscular Dane's anus. Within a minute or so, it winked open. "It doesn't usually happen that fast," the Sergeant joked, "but Jens is obviously horny this morning!" The class broke into nervous laughter. Gathering more lube, Burmann slowly worked the finger into Jens, gently prodding and twisting. "Don't force things, men, but remember that the job is gradually to loosen the muscles. Keep that finger moving - in as well as back and forth, around and around. Occasionally, hook the finger slightly. What could I do if Jens were really tense and, maybe, beginning to tighten up even more due to pain?" The suggestions came quickly from every side: use more lube, tickle him, work on his nipples, rub his perineum, kiss him - if he weren't so ugly (a suggestion that brought snickers and a snort or two). "Good thinking, men! In this case, however, things are going well. See, Jens is loosening up; it's easier to move my finger. Now I can begin pushing it in more deeply and then drawing it out." Adding more lube, Burmann continued, "And I can begin searching for a bump inside the anal canal. If I can find it..." Jens suddenly jerked, crying "AH-H-H-H... Oh, yeah!" "I FOUND IT!" the Sergeant chortled as he lightly massaged Jens' prostrate while the muscular gymnast squirmed in ecstasy.
"Let's take it further." Quickly lubricating two fingers - and then three - he twice repeated the process he had just illustrated. Towards the end, Jens was moaning and actually pushing against the Sergeant's fingers - and Burmann's cock had slowly erected and grown harder. Lubricating his cock, he growled, "Time for action! Lift your ankles up onto my shoulders." As he brought his cock to the boy's anus, he reached down and whispered so that only Jens could hear, "Ok, you handsome hunk, let's do it!" When the blond winched as Burmann's cock slowly eased past his anal muscles, he stopped momentarily to allow the youngster to adjust to the new visitor. Beginning to push on, he bent down and kissed Jens hard. Almost immediately, he felt his pubes contact the Dane's smooth pubic mound. "Good boy!" he breathed as he laved a nipple. Laughing lightly, he suddenly drew out slightly and then pushed back in a bit more sharply. "OH!" Jens gasped. "OH, YEAH!" And so began the dance celebrated in the art and legend of millennia.
Illustrating a variety of thrusting techniques - slow, long, from various angles, etc. - as well as several forms of body stimulation - a little nibble on the shoulder, a little penial stimulation, a kiss on the nose - the dance continued in ever-growing intensity. The Sergeant Instructor momentarily thought that it would have been nice if he could have illustrated how to work through some problems, but that thought disappeared quickly as Jens began to moan loudly and buck back onto his cock as he thrust ever more vigorously. Sweat pouring down their bodies, the boy shaking his head to throw the wet blond hair out of his eyes, they rocked violently back and forth until Jens' body suddenly went absolutely rigid. His head and neck thrust backwards, his muscular chest arched hard against his Sergeant, the boy's cock exploded, spraying both their bodies with cum. His own cock rocked by sharp Jens' anal muscle contractions, Burmann erupted only seconds later, propelling a massive charge of cum deep into the youngster. Holding his body close to the Sergeant with muscled arms and ankles crossed tightly behind his waist, Jens quietly sniffled his thanks and kissed as their bodies spasmed. The awestruck company - even including the reluctant duo - broke into cheers and applause. Every cock in the room was at full mast, not a few of them wet and dripping.
A couple of minutes later, the Sergeant and his model sat on the edge of the table. Jens' head drooped and he slumped against the instructor as his chest continued to heave slightly. His arm around the boy, Burmann said, "That, men, is known as 'giving it everything you have'. WHATEVER your assignment, that is what produces SS victories!" The applause was even more vigorous. "Just don't think it's always this easy," guys, "or produces such great results - either on the battlefield or here, but if you stay with it, you win!" Grinning down at his volunteer, Burmann growled, "The next time I go into battle, I want you right beside me, Viking!" Standing beside the table, the youngster glowed with pride as his buddies crowded around and pounded him with words of praise, butt slaps, and light punches. Noting that Erwin and Mikkel, the last two holdouts among the Fourth Squad boys, were fully involved in the melee, Burmann grinned and gave them an approving sign. Though slightly embarrassed, they returned his grin.
Somewhat disturbed that he had spent an inordinate amount of lesson time with Jens - and, even more, by the realization that the handsome young Nordic gymnast was getting to him - the Sergeant whistled for attention. "Ok, for today only, the pairs will include men from different squads." Quickly, he pointed to them and sent them to the tables. Were there problems? Yes. The young men were forced to learn a good deal about relaxation skills. Piet, for instance, got Mikkel, whose Norwegian name means "enormous." ('Good call,' Burmann thought, as he glanced at one of the biggest schlongs he had ever seen on a human being.) It took all of the Sergeant's skill to relax the big Dutchman - and even then he had to show Piet how to lower himself onto Mikkel before he was able to take him, at least most of him. Boris and Eugen warmed each other up, but they realized that their bodies were too battered to take matters much further anally. As it happened, Eugen was more than happy to give Boris a memorable blow job. In fact, as Eugen strongly praised the way his comrade had gotten into it, a widely grinning Boris reported that he had received the first physical satisfaction from another person since entering the Program! In truth, for the last hour, the room resembled nothing less than a happy rabbit warren! Before they finished up, the Sergeant gave a brief demonstration of the Doggie, Sitting, and Standing styles for everyone. Joking about something that several of them had experienced (i.e., that there was nothing much worse than having one's partner go over the edge minutes before you were anywhere close!), he also shared a few hints on controlling ejaculation, including pressing midway on the perineum, tugging on the scrotum, and squeezing the penis just below the glans. The boys from both squads left generally satisfied, joking, and with high praise for the lesson. In fact, several overheard comments about planned "homework" left their good instructor somewhere between hysterical laughter and a feeling that he just might be doing something right!
The Afternoon
Lunch was considerably more relaxed than breakfast - much to the relief of everyone other than, perhaps, Major Storch and Sergeant Bayer. As a matter of fact, the relationship between the young men sitting at the Second and Fourth Squad tables was downright congenial - to the point that their squad leaders had to occasionally caution individuals. Individuals at the staff table did not even glare in their direction, feeling, we may guess, that whatever was going on had to be better than what had been happening in recent days!
Continuing the good run of experiences, the Second Squad agreed to a man that this was the first OT class that was worth anything! Sergeant Wagner led a vigorous discussion on the DIFFERENCES between the soldier's and the officer's responsibilities. Eugen and Piet were still arguing as they walked up the broad stairs after class and into their squad room. Most of the guys went running. When Eugen admitted that he was "bushed" and stayed behind, Piet told him that he was staying, too. "Mind if I lie down beside you?" Piet asked. "God, no, buddy" Eugen answered. "My whole body aches this afternoon. Worse, I feel as if I've been through an emotional meat grinder. Nothing would make feel better than a good friend beside me - and you're one of the best." Working his way onto the bed behind Eugen, Piet essentially took the battered squad leader into his arms and lay, softly rubbing, warming, and relaxing his body. As his fingers removed the tension from his muscled torso, he began to sense sexual energy. "Can I go a little further?" the big Dutchman whispered. "Yeah, friend. If I can't make it, I'll just tell you, ok?" "Ok!" Piet responded. Gently, he lay Eugen's body on his back. Bending over his buddy, he softly laved his scrotum and tongued his balls before drawing them into his mouth and sucking lightly. As his tongue quickly followed the seam up Eugen's scrotum and the underside of his cock, the lad sucked in his breath and went hard.
"Ok, Herr Rottenfuehrer, I want you to turn over and squirm down toward the bottom of the bed. Great! Now get up on your knees. Hold your knees and your lower legs fairly far apart. Can you manage that without pain?" "So far so good," Eugen grunted. "Super! Ok, rest your head on your forearms. Get comfortable...that's it! Try not to jerk for a minute or two while I rev up your engine a bit." With that, Piet bent down, placed his tongue against Eugen's anus, and began laving and tickling it. "Oh, Wow, Piet! I've never felt anything like that. Oh, God, that's good!" "Better's coming, buddy. Hold on!" Piet grunted. Before returning to his anus, Piet worked Eugen's cock for a moment, drawing it backwards and up until he was able to lick his balls and his cock in one motion. Eugen's body trembled. "Oh, yeah, Piet!" Returning to the anus, his tongue penetrated the muscles within minutes and began thrusting into his anal canal. At that point, Piet lubricated his fingers and slowly, gently, opened up his friend. "Ok, Squad Leader, since you missed your turn today, this may make up for it. At least on that late afternoon as the sun spilled in the narrow castle window, the doggie position had never been a better choice. Both young men delighted in the deep penetration. Inasmuch as the fuck was long and relatively gentle, Piet was also able to avoid putting great pressure on Eugen's mid- section which had taken Boris's fist so deeply. After about a dozen minutes, they both found themselves climbing the mountain. Release came suddenly - for both of them. Gently, Piet helped his friend to regain the bed and lay behind him, kissing his neck and shoulders and allowing his fingers to run through his hair. "That's partially for what you went through for us yesterday," Piet muttered. And partially, it's because I damned well wanted to do it." Eugen gripped the back of one of Piet's big hands and squeezed.
An Interesting Evening
The big dinner surprise that night was the GUEST. As the squads marched in, discipline could hardly be maintained as they saw who was sitting at the main table between Colonel Kreuze and Major Storch. Slightly altering his normal order of business, the Colonel formally introduced LENI RIEFENSTAHL before allowing the young men to be seated. Ever gracious, she thanked him for the invitation from Reichsfuehrer Himmler's office and joked with the company, saying that she hadn't been surrounded by so many handsome young men since the Berlin Olympics! "Naturally," she added, "I am referring to the handsome young men sitting at this table!" Colonel Kreuze wasn't about to growl at the light laughter that filled the room as the boys sat down to a scrumptious meal. After all, they hadn't broken into wild belly laughs!
After dinner, the entire company moved to the auditorium where they heartily enjoyed Leni Riefenstahl's personal comments and a showing of "Triumph des Willens" ["Triumph of the Will"], the film that detailed the Nazi Party gathering of 1934 in Nuremberg. At its close, they rose as one, raised their arms stiffly in the Nazi salute, and roared the "Horst Wessel Lied," the anthem of the National Socialist German Workers' Party. No one felt anything other than pride...pride in Germany, pride in the Fuehrer, and pride in the SS. After all the dissension of past days, it felt so very, very good!
Before returning upstairs, Piet stopped by Sergeant Burmann's office as he had arranged earlier in the day. Formalities over, he began, "Sergeant, I would find it easier to take the trunk of a German oak than to take Mikkel's cock. It's...it's...monstrous! You suggested that there might be something that would help." "Sure, Piet, be comfortable. I do want you to keep up on the exercises I suggested and, of course, every bit of practice you can get with your buddies will only help. Nevertheless, I think we can do more." Getting up from his desk, he walked over to Piet's chair, carrying a wooden chest. Opening it, he displayed a number of very strange objects. "These, Piet, are called 'butt plugs.' Note the pointed end...so it goes in easily. The large bulbous portion at the bottom gradually stretches the anal muscles - and the flange at the bottom keep it from being sucked into your rectum. You'd be surprised at the weird things that many idiots use for the same purpose...cucumbers, pieces of wood, small shells! When they are sucked into the rectum, they must be removed surgically. You will guess that if we're talking about a shell, the surgery can be very...exciting!" Piet snorted loudly and looked on with interest. "Why the different sizes, Sergeant?" "Well, the human anatomy is an infinite source of variation. One size just won't do it. Further, it's a progressive thing. When you have mastered a smaller plug, you can move on to a larger one. Don't worry; they work. As far as I know, they only have one drawback. They do seem to produce more hard-ons, but you don't have that problem do you? Want to try one?" "All I need, Sergeant are more hard-ons, but yes, absolutely!" "Very well, Piet, let's start with this #2 size. There are five," he added. "Lower those shorts and bend over. Notice that I am heavily lubricating this little work of art - and opening you up a bit. Anything that goes up there gets the same treatment, right?" "Yes, Sergeant and...umph-h-h-h...thanks...I think." Coming to full attention, Piet threw his arm into a salute. With a grin, Sergeant Burmann dismissed the youngster with an informal half-salute and returned to his papers. "I should never have let him get away with that 'I think'," he muttered with a wry grin.
Piet hadn't been in the squad room for five minutes before an authoritative knock sounded on the door. Nils opened it to disclose Erwin from Squad 4, Boris' former second. "Men of Squad 2!" he proclaimed as if he were the town crier. "I bring you greetings from your superiors up the hall You are hereby invited to a 'We're OK" party! Join us, get a little crazy, accept our thanks for getting us out of a rut...or into a rut...or whatever!"
The men of the Second Squad looked at Erwin (whose body bore wild designs painted in garish, tropical colors). Then they looked at each other. Then they shouted, "YEAH!" and headed for the door!
A few doors up the hall, Erwin opened the door wide and, with a 13th century flourish, bade them enter. WOW! The squad room had been transformed into "Party Central." The lights were shaded; hot music was playing; beds, boasting new covers, were pushed where they could serve as couches; everybody was painted like wild Indians...or, maybe, cannibals from the South Sea islands; and an unbelievable collection of food and drink was on the table. ('How in hell did they manage to come up with all the good stuff given the shortages?' Eugen thought to himself.) As soon as everyone was inside, Boris knocked on a glass for attention. "Despite all the nonsense spouted by our Resident Romantic, Erwin, the reasons for this party are simple. We want to apologize for the completely unjustified trouble we brought your way; we want to thank you for honorable way in which you acted, even while you were being bounced around; and we want you to know that we'd like to be friends rather than simply comrades. That's it. (Pause) Sorry, Erwin... There is ONE more thing! If you're staying here, there's a cover charge. Earlier this evening, we drew your names out of a cap. The cover charge consists of being painted by the person who has your name card. Don't worry. It's a water- based paint that comes off in the shower. Let's have fun!
Jens was still looking around when Erwin came up to him with an opened tin. "Hi, Jens, I'm Erwin from Aachen. Is it true that you Danes are like other Scandinavians in that you believe if it swims, it must be good to eat?" "Well that statement goes a little overboard , but I guess we do like our fish. What have you got?" "My family sent me quite a few tins of fish, most of which were imported from Denmark or Norway. Frankly, I haven't opened one yet that was edible! Tell me what you think of this paste." Jens examined it, smelled it (appreciatively), and said, "You need a certain type of cracker to make this really taste good. What do you have? Shown to the proper place on the table, Jens was quick to spot a box and hold it up. "Here we are, a 'Crispbread'...Norwegian, but good." Spreading a bit on a cracker, he munched appreciatively. "God, that's good, Erwin. I haven't tasted anything like that for over a year! You try some?" "No thanks, friend. It's all yours - and there are more when you finish that one. Besides, I have work to do. You see I have your name card!" Erwin responded. "Do I get to choose my design?" Jens asked. "Well, give me a few ideas!" Jens replied immediately, "I've always dreamt of having my body absolutely covered with tattoos of animal horns!" "Wild! After you've finished that tin, come on over to the painting bench and Monsieur Erwin will see what he can do. Grab a couple of beers on the way, ok?"
Jens lay on the bench, the artist hard at work above. Currently, two curved mountain sheep horns (in yellow) curled around his areolae, two long black horns of the Thompson's Gazelle began on the outside ankle of each leg and reached to the hip, and a magnificent Cape Buffalo horn stretched from one side of his torso to the other across his pecs. Presently, Monsieur Erwin was working hard to turn his hard cock into a unicorn horn! (While long, Jens' cock was a little too thick - from top to bottom - for the horn to be convincing, but if there's something like "dramatic license," they must be something like "artistic license"!) Toomas and Nils came by, both painted in the usual swirls and other abstract designs, and thought that Jens' "tattoos" were fantastic. Erwin told them that if there were another party to be sure to look him up. When Erwin was finished, Jens was indeed a work of art. Erwin told him to circulate a bit and show himself off. Everyone was wildly enthusiastic. Food, music, friends, horny art...it was a GREAT party! It was also nice to have close allies when it came to sexual matters. Too many guys thought that if you threw yourself into the Program with any enthusiasm, you were at least suspect.
Erwin finally wandered over and asked how it was going. He also said that things would be closing down in about a half hour. They HAD to get the paint off tonight, because by morning it would have worked its way too far into the skin to come off easily. Why didn't they grab a shower now? Besides, Erwin had some soap that made the removal pretty easy. Offering to do the honors first, Jens had good opportunity to appreciate Erwin's sexy build. As a matter of fact, as he methodically worked at removing the paint - especially from the German's cock and balls - he found himself really beginning to swell. Erwin, on the other hand, was as dramatic in his approach to paint removal as he was to paint application. Jens was quickly covered in thick white lather that was then massaged vigorously into the paint. After the second rinse, the Dane was considerably more than "swollen!" After the third, he was downright panting! Feeling Erwin working the lather deep into his crack, Jens obligingly spread his legs. "Want me to show you something new, Jens?' the German lad asked. "Burmann didn't mention this one to us!" "Yeah?" Jens asked with mounting curiosity...and not a little heat. "Ok if I work a little lube into your crack and open you up a bit for the 'Shower position'?" By this time, Jens was too far gone to resist. "Yeah, do it." "Brace yourself against the shower wall," Erwin mumbled, "and bend forward a little." As he continued to lather the Dane, he brought his cock to the open portal and slowly entered. Jens had never quite felt anything like the combination of hot water, lather, the continuing play with every part of his body...and, oh God, the fucking! Pressing his body erotically against him, Erwin even jacked him off in rhythm with his own movements. It didn't take long before Jens' cock spewed a heavy load against the shower wall. As he did, Erwin thrust deeply into the solid gymnast and exploded! The boys turned to each other, hugging and kissing, as the hot spray washed off the remnants of cum, lather, and paint.
On returning from the party, the evening ended...strangely. They should have been on high, but they just weren't. It was as if all of the tension that had built up over the last few days suddenly weighed heavily on each and every member of the company...and at the same time. (Almost everyone commented upon it the next day.) The result was a pervasive sense of emotional exhaustion, much the same as had gripped Eugen that afternoon. They fulfilled their bedtime sex obligation. There was scarcely a lad, however, for whom this was enough to relieve the great tension that had built up in their bodies and minds. Not even Jens was satisfied! The schedule...the relative isolation in the castle...the sexual demands...the troubles between Squads 2 and 4...the no rules fight...the wild party...even the film and the emotional singing of the "Horst Wessel Lied"... The result of all this was entirely predictable. Almost every member of the company ended the day by wildly beating off. With the giant explosions of cum that drained their balls and their demons, the worst of the tension passed. The young men were again ready to proceed towards mastering their new assignment.
(To Be Continued)