CASTLE MARGARETHEN - 9
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 9
(Revisiting Chapter 8)
After Eugen had cleaned up in the bathroom, he turned to leave. Kreuze got out of bed, came over to him in the darkened room, and embraced him. The boy felt the Colonel's hard cock probing him through the thin undershorts. He also felt the tears that were spilling down his cheeks. They kissed, but said no more until Eugen approached the door. "You passed!" the Standartenfuehrer managed to blurt out.
(Continuing Our Story: Blood and Honor)
"Are you sure that this is accurate, Obersturmfuehrer [SS-First Lieutenant]?" Colonel Kreuze asked the muddy courier who sat in his office at daybreak, drinking a cup of coffee. "One of us lost his life getting it to you, Herr Standartenfuehrer. I saw the spot where my buddy died when his cycle skidded and hit a tree near Potsdam. Thank God, the packet was retrieved and it happened close enough to Berlin for them to send me." Kreuze shook his head sadly. "Many more will die before this day is over, I fear. Go to the kitchen and get some food, Lieutenant. Do not leave or say anything of substance to others until you receive further orders from me...only from me." The young officer rose. "Jawohl, Herr Standartenfuehrer!" he snapped, clicking his heels and saluting before departing."
Looking out his office window at the three young men who were already stretching or running, the Commandant returned to the decoded sheet of paper that lay before him on his desk. Picking it up, he read it again in its entirety.
"Kreuze!
The very worst has happened. AH [Adolf Hitler, Der Fuehrer] got wind of your experimental
program. Flying into one of his famous rages - most of which I think are for effect -
he summoned HH [Heinrich Himmler, Reichsfuehrer-SS] and asked him what the SS was doing
running a 'school for male whores'. I was standing close enough to Himmler to touch him
when he replied the idea had been 'floated' as one way to combat the poison scare on the
Russian front. He swore that he had called it 'disgusting' and forbade its being
mentioned again. Giving him details about the Program - which I am assured could only
have come from a person or persons on your staff - AH told HH he was confident that he
would 'take care of the problem'.
As we know, Brother Rat is much given to 'final solutions,' especially when his own
position is threatened. Several assassinations of SS personnel has already taken place.
Within hours of the time you read this, I fear an elite strike force will have left Berlin
and be approaching you. We can assume that he will follow his usual procedure which is to
kill everyone connected with the project and raze the site.
We have been friends for years, my good Colonel. May I offer my final advice. Get
yourself and your people out of Greater Germany. Bartok in Prague might help, especially
since youre so close to Bohemia. Schneider in Zurich is still reliable, though he would
not be my first choice. Jules Bergeron in Marseilles would probably help, but
the distance is great. You have the codes.
It is, I fear, another sad day for German officers loyal to the Fatherland!
You will, of course, utterly destroy this message when it has served its purpose.
Es lebe Deutschland! [Long live Germany!]
/Meier"
[Colonel Kreuze wrote in his diary that he would not identify the sender "for humanitarian
reasons." The code name 'Meier' was the name affixed to the original document.]
The Colonel immediately shut down outside phone service to and from the Castle, placed the radio room under the "protection" of guards in whom he had absolute trust, sent guards to the Castle doors, as well as to the perimeter of the grounds, and called a pre-breakfast meeting of the Staff.
Within a half-hour, all major staff members, including the Lieutenants who commanded the Motor Pool and Security Divisions, had assembled in the comfortable conference room between Colonel Kreuze's and Major Storch's offices. After having sent a coded radio message to Karel Bartok (his contact in the Czech Underground), Colonel Kreuze joined them just as coffee and pastries were being served. Allowing them their last few minutes of "normalcy," he waited until the service had been completed and a quiet buzz of conversation had just begun.
"Gentlemen," the Colonel began, "I bear very serious news." He then informed the staff members that Hitler, misled by a person or persons "in this very room," had come to misunderstand the deeper purpose of the Program, that Himmler (in order to conceal his responsibility for the project) intended to kill all those involved and to raze the site. They had to assume a large, elite extermination squad was already on the way. If nothing were done, they had, perhaps, 5-6 hours to live.
The intelligence he had received was absolutely dependable; his experience with the Reichsfuehrer-SS indicated that his response was certain. While absolutely loyal to the Fuehrer, he could not put loyalty to a MISLED Fuehrer above responsibility to his men. Thus, he intended to evacuate all those who chose to join him from harm's way. Although they faced certain death, those who chose to stay - and did not interfere with the choice of others - would not be harmed. Until each individual's choice had been made, no one was free to leave the Castle building. For security reasons, outside telephone and radio service was not available. Immediately following breakfast, he would call a general assembly of the entire company.
The atmosphere at breakfast on that last morning at Schloss Margarethen was deceiving. The sun was shining through the tall windows of the dining hall; the thick green grass appeared as seductive as ever; to the company's delight, the small SS band was playing military airs on the balcony, as it had yesterday; everyone had passed the first examination...other than one young man who, unfortunately, had an accident and was thought to be receiving excellent care. Relieved of immediate pressures, the young men - many of whom had enjoyed an excellent pre-breakfast run - were looking ahead to another day of life, love and, they were finally convinced, serving the Fatherland in an important mission. It seemed to be an auspicious beginning to the second third of the Program. By design, the front or staff table was located far enough away from the four student tables to assure a modicum of privacy. Today, tensions relaxed, the students weren't really paying particular heed to their elders.
When the usual feeding frenzy had waned, Colonel Kreuze rose. After reporting he had received glowing reports from several staff members about student performance on the examination, and that Piet was recovering nicely at the hospital, he indicated that there would be an obligatory general assembly in the auditorium immediately on dismissal. When the students marched in, they were somewhat surprised to find the entire support staff - other than a small number who were probably on "special assignment" - already seated. Quietly, they filed into the block of seats that had been reserved for them.
"Achtung!" The entire company snapped to attention and proudly saluted. The Colonel strode to the podium and returned their salute, whereupon they sat down as one. 'They're in fine fettle this morning,' the Commandant thought. 'They've been perfectly prepared for the next stage. What a tragedy.' Essentially, he told them that which he had told the staff shortly before. Hitler, misled by traitors, had come to misunderstand the deeper purpose of the Program. He had actually said they were engaged in training "male whores!" (Horrified cries of "No! No!" broke out across the room...from support staff as well as from students.) Himmler, in order to conceal his responsibility for the project, intended to kill all those involved and to raze the site. They had to assume a large, elite extermination squad was already on the way. Their time was very limited.
The intelligence he had received was absolutely dependable; his experience with the Reichsfuehrer-SS indicated that his response was certain. While absolutely loyal to the Fuehrer, he could not put loyalty to a MISLED Fuehrer above responsibility to his men. Thus, he intended to evacuate all those who chose to join him from harm's way. Although they faced certain death, those who chose to stay - and did not interfere with the choice of others - would not be harmed. Until every individual's choice had been made, no one was free to leave the Castle building. For security reasons, outside telephone and radio service was temporarily not available. Further, their choice of to go with him or to remain had to be made within one-half hour following dismissal from the assembly. Officers with record sheets would be available outside the auditorium.
Unlike the earlier meeting, Colonel Kreuze called for questions at the end of his remarks. A goodly number of individual rose and stood at attention. Peder from the Fourth Squad - a young man who, though he had made excellent physical and emotional progress, was still somewhat timid - asked nervously if they would be able to return home. "It will be a while before we can return home, Peder, but we can hope that conditions will change...someday," the Colonel answered quietly. Leif, leader of First Squad, asked rather roughly if they weren't being asked to "run away." Kreuze dryly commented that he had fought in Poland, France, and the Balkans and, as Leif may have noticed, wore the Knight's Cross. Did Leif conceivably believe the HE would ask ANYONE to be a coward? (Derisive snickers were heard throughout the room, and Leif sat down in considerable embarrassment.) Hearing someone clear his throat behind him, the Colonel turned to see that Major Storch was standing at attention. Kreuze recognized him with a curt nod. For nearly five minutes, Storch ranted that Himmler had to be given the same respect as was given to the Fuehrer, that it was almost criminal to suggest that he would commit the atrocity that had been suggested. "After all," Storch exploded, "I talked with the Reichfuehrer-SS last week and he assured me of his regard!" 'So...' thought the Colonel. "We are all loyal SS soldiers," the Major continued. "We should wait here until the Reichfuehrer's detachment arrives and sorts out the problem. Perhaps traitors ARE leading our loyal young into prostitution!" The auditorium exploded. In the confusion, several members of the company left the hall. In fact, subjected to widespread cries of "Shame!" Major Storch and another man left quietly by a door at the side of the stage. Clearly furious, Colonel Kreuze inhaled and spoke to the company in a voice that they had to strain to hear. "I tell you this, my soldiers, the ideal is not to die for one's country. One LIVES for one's country in order to combat its enemies! This is the lesson of battle! You, too, must live in order to serve Germany! If we stay here, we die. This is not loyalty; this is not courage; this is not even common sense! After answering two or three more questions, he repeated that as long as they didn't harm another, they were free to make their choice. "You have one-half hour to decide and record your choice with a clerk in the lobby. Dismissed!"
The assemblage began pouring out into the lobby through three doors at the rear of the hall. Noting that there was some hesitation, Kreuze hurried to join them. As he approached an exit, he quickly saw the reason for the delay. On the other side of the large lobby that stood in the very center of the Castle and from which various hallways radiated stood a band of armed men led by Major Storch! Suddenly, he could hear automatic gunfire down one of the corridors that led to the radio room. Spying the Colonel exiting the auditorium, Eugen turned to hurry towards him. He hadn't gone four steps, however, before Storch spotted him and screamed, "HALT, you bastard Schweinhund! You're the little queer who stopped me from doing my duty yesterday...you and your pansy Colonel!" As he pointed his gun at Eugen, Kreuze shouted, "STORCH!" Momentarily distracted, the Major turned his face towards the voice - and received a bullet from the Colonel's Luger...right between the eyes.
The Major's followers got a few bursts off - until, suddenly, they began to fall. Eugen looked up to see soldiers on the balcony cutting them to pieces with automatic fire. Those who weren't lying on the ground quickly threw down their weapons and raised their hands. (The new troops were the BANDSMEN who had traded their horns for rifles. Earlier, at the Colonel's command, they had quietly moved from the balcony above the dining hall, through a connecting door, and onto the balcony above the lobby! 'That's something I really like about the SS,' Kreuze thought. Every man is trained to do what he has to do!')
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Forward to Brinley-on-Thames, England, November 2004) Will Cross suddenly realized that he had been yelling his head off as he read Grandfather's account of the battle. Simultaneously, he noticed that the hand that held his hard cock in a death grip was now covered with a large quantity of viscous goo! "Oh, oh," he murmured. At that moment, alarmed by the racket that had been coming from behind his 13 year old's door, his dad stuck his head into the room, asking, "Are you ok, son?" "D-A-D!" his son yelled, his voice breaking. Retreating precipitously and closing the door, he yelled, "Clean the cum off the book when you're finished!" "D--A--D!" "I shouldn't have done that," his father snickered. "God, the lad is REALLY growing!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Master Sergeant Bindermann hurried up to the Colonel and reported that Storch's men has assaulted the radio room, but had been repulsed. "Three of them are dead...two wounded. We have one wounded. They didn't count on our being ready for them." "Good work, Sturmscharfuehrer!" Kreuze snapped. "Take one of the medics with you and have him check on the wounded."
In addition to the Major, nine of his men lay dead - two young men and seven staff members. (They had lost four men, all staff members, and another six had been wounded.) The Colonel walked past the body of Sergeant Bayer, but he knelt by Olav and Leif from First Squad, bowed his head for a moment, and then gently closed their eyes. Eugen drifted over towards him, a somewhat shell-shocked, even scared, look in his eyes. Rising, he placed his hand around the back of his love's neck and squeezed slightly. "After you get your uniform on, go see Lieutenant Gruber," he growled. "Take a half-track down to the hospital and get Piet. They know you're coming. Be careful with him on the way back. He's still in pretty bad shape, but we don't leave our men on the battlefield, do we, soldier?" Eugen grinned, snapped to attention, and saluted smartly.
"Achtung!" the Colonel shouted as he filed his pistol into the air. "You have only ten minutes left to get your choices on the registry cards. Move it! And, students, get your uniforms on!" He motioned to one of the clerks, saying, "Make sure our wounded get a chance to record their choices." When the process was completed, 33 men had decided to attempt the escape - Kreuze, Sergeants Bindermann, Burmann, and Krupke, the Courier, ten staff members, and 18 of the 24 boys. Regrettably, 15 staff members, including Sergeant Wagner, and four boys decided to stay. Locked in one of the cells in the basement, they would have to plead their case with Himmler's strike force that could not be far away. The Commandant could understand their decision - the power of the Oath - but he was saddened. Of all of them, he most regretted young Klaus's decision, but he would not interfere. Those damned, brave, crazy Hitler Youth...
Sergeant Burmann, Jens, and an armed Security guard took the 19 down to the basement. After Jens had won his plea to hug Klaus, the guard locked them in the large holding cell. Water and food had already been stacked against one wall. On the way back, after telling the guard to go ahead, Karl stopped, grabbed Jens, and dragged him into a storage room. "Drop your damned pants!" he told the wide-eyed youth. Letting his also fall to the ground, he lifted the boy, pressed him against a wall, and entered him in one fluid motion. For several minutes they joined breathlessly, panting, passions rising, until their bodies could wait no longer and erupted. "I love you, you crazy Dane," Burmann gasped; "I'll love you till the day I die - and, maybe, even longer." Responding vigorously, a still quivering Jens kissed the big man from Hamburg until neither had any breath left. As they entered the lobby from the stairwell, the Colonel met them. In a low voice, Kreuze growled for Jens to "clean that damned glob of cum off [his] tunic"...and then grinned affectionately. "Get the hell out into the courtyard!" he ordered and rushed away.
Pausing to speak directly with Karel Bartok on the radio, he informed him that there would be 33 men. "Good," Bartok exclaimed. "We could have handled 36 of you at one time. You have the directions straight? This part of Czechoslovakia is pretty deserted these days." "Yes," the Colonel answered, "though we may have to use a pretty circuitous route." "Just be here before 2300 hours (11:00 pm)," Bartok growled and signed off. The radioman said that he'd take care of destroying the equipment.
As Eugen, Piet, and Lieutenant Gruber rolled up the final hill, Kreuze strode out into the courtyard of Schloss Margarethen. Stretching in the sun, he noticed that the men from the Motor Pool had done their job well. Their half-tracks had already been gassed and loaded with a small amount of gear, extra gas, and weapons. Explosive charges had been placed in those they didn't plan to use. Staff members and students were already climbing into the vehicles. The Colonel paused momentarily to stop by Piet's stretcher, kiss him on the forehead, and grasp the hand that was weakly raised. As soon as he had personally made sure that the stretcher was loaded gently onto a half-track and secured, the little convoy was ready to roll. As they drove down the hill towards a narrow mountain road onto which they had to turn, they heard sharp explosions going off behind them at the Castle and saw several plumes of black smoke rising.
Avoiding the few decent roads in the border area, they slowly traveled southeast before making the final northward climb up onto the Bohemian plateau and turning back to the northwest. Inasmuch as the area was considered reasonably secure and they were driving on little more than cow paths, the Colonel hoped that they wouldn't encounter a Wehrmacht patrol. If they did, the chances were that they would not have been notified to watch for them. If all else failed, they had 33 well-armed men who knew how to use their weapons. 'That's not the right alternative,' the Colonel thought. Naturally, when it became dark, the journey became a bit more exacting, but Kreuze realized that he had good directions and, thus far, they seemed to be working.
After not having seen people - even a peasant - for what seemed to be hours, the Colonel was sure that they were approaching the area to which the Czech resistance had guided them. Passing through a final area of trees, they suddenly came out on the edge of an open, grassy field and were stopped by heavily armed men. After everyone was sure about who was who, a man who had to be Bartok stepped forward...and the Colonel exhaled. "Good evening," he said in accented German. "Your timing was excellent. The two planes should be here within a relatively few minutes." Kreuze watched as Bartok's men lit a few flares to roughly outline the landing area. In the dark, the planes were on them before they realized it - two big RAF C-47 Dakotas.. "So it's England," the Colonel murmured. "Yes, England. I wish you well," Bartok replied.
Although Kreuze kept his hand discretely locked onto Eugen's collar, the men were quickly divided and loaded onto the two planes. Seemingly somewhat taken aback by so many Waffen-SS uniforms despite their briefing, the two pilots were somewhat distant. (Besides, they were Jerries!) Nevertheless, there were no real difficulties. Other than Kreuze's Luger which one of the pilots happily claimed, they did order that all weapons were to be left behind - and searched the troops as they boarded the planes. Bartok, of course, was happy to receive them. After checking on Piet, Eugen looked up at his Colonel and asked if "these things" could really get up off such a small, rough field. "We are about to find out," he was told. As he held his arm tightly around the boy's neck, a couple of the men looked at him rather strangely. 'Hell,' he thought, I just lost my Command' and tugged the young man even closer. In fact, he defiantly bent down and kissed the Corporal right behind the ear! He was almost disappointed when no one even deigned to notice! Eugen giggled and leaned against him devotedly as the two big transports slowly lumbered down the field and finally rose into the blackness of the night.
(To Be Continued)