Grand Tour - 1928 - Part 3 by Bill
"Guten tag! Zwei fahrkarte nach Berlin, bitte; kategorie first- class," said Monty in English-accented German, buying two tickets for seats on the train to Berlin for himself and William.
As they walked toward the train platforms of the Hamburg Station, a porter trailed along behind them, pushing a cart that held two big steamer-trunks and several smaller pieces of luggage. A young man from a wealthy American family, on his "grand tour" of Europe after college graduation, did not travel light. Nor did an English aristocrat taking a jaunt over to the Continent.
"I'm so glad you are with me, Monty," said the 22-year-old American as they walked. "I don't speak a word of German."
"I hardly speak it myself," said the 24-year-old Ainsley "Monty" Montgomery. "But I took a German class as a schoolboy, so I can get by on a simple level. In Berlin, some of the chaps will speak English quite well, but it's always helpful to know some of the essential words of the native tongue. Let's see, there's 'strichjunge' - that's a boy-prostitute. The young ones are called 'doll-boys', just like that, in English. 'Steifer' means a hard cock. 'Arschficken' - that's an easy one: arse-fucking. And there's 'einen blasen' for a blow-job." Monty went on like this for a while, not caring what the porter might think, until they entered a compartment in the train's first-class car, where the presence of fellow passengers required decorum. The German lesson turned to pleasantries such as "guten tag" and "auf wiedersehen", foods on restaurant menus, and varieties of beer.
The two had arrived in Hamburg after taking the overnight ferry from Harwich, England. It was William's first time on the Continent, while Monty had visited numerous times since the end of the Great War, 10 years before. He was especially fond of Berlin and had visited often, by himself or with like-minded friends, in the 5 years since he advanced from his exclusive boarding school to Oxford University and began to travel abroad without family oversight.
The train ride from Hamburg to Berlin took several hours, and by late afternoon they were checking into an elegant hotel in the Friedrichstradt neighborhood of central Berlin. It wasn't the absolute poshest lodging in the city, but it was the finest one that unashamedly catered to the well-heeled sex tourists who flocked into the city from throughout Europe and America.
"Guten abend," said Monty as he approached the front desk. "Eine suite aufgehoben fur Herr Montgomery und Herr Taylor."
"Ah, yes! Welcome very much, Herr Montgomery," replied the desk- clerk is accented English. "I recall you from your staying here on the previous times. We have available now our finest two- bedroom suite for you, just as you have requested in your telegram. You will sign, please, the guest register." The desk-clerk then slapped the brass counter-bell and summoned a bellhop by name from the group of uniformed teenagers and young men standing off to the side of the lobby. The bellhop was a lad of 16, with impossibly blond hair and blue-grey eyes. His sturdy build, ruddy face, and strong-looking hands marked him as a country boy. But he was dressed in a smartly-tailored red uniform, with three rows of shiny brass buttons on his short form-fitting jacket, and the traditional round bellhop's hat. His very snug trousers emphasized his tight round buttocks and a generously sized bulge in front. He came up to the desk, stood at rigid attention, and clicked his heels together in a distinctly military manner.
"Hans, you will show the guests to Room 823," said the clerk in English, handing over the key as he inconspicuously pulled at his left earlobe with thumb and forefinger.
The bellhop's eyes lit up when he saw the desk-clerk's signal. It meant that Hans could take his time returning to the lobby if the guests wished for some "extra services" from the boy. The opportunity of earning a generous extra tip made a bellhop's job at this hotel especially desirable.
"Jawohl, herr empfangschef!" he said formally. Turning to Monty and William and taking their hand-luggage (the heavier items would be brought by a porter), he said in English: "Please to come this way, gentlemans."
In front of the elevators, there was a man in a formal suit, seated at a mahogany desk. Monty stopped and greeted him by name. The man stood up and clicked his heels, just as the bellhop had done.
"It is an honor to have you visiting with us again, Herr Montgomery," said the man, with a warm smile.
"Billy, this is Max, the hotel's concierge," said Monty to his traveling companion, as the concierge clicked his heels again. "He's quite adept at arranging every sort of entertainment to be had in Berlin... isn't that so, Max?"
"Ah, jawohl! Already I have ordered a reservation for you both tonight at your favorite cabaret on Alexandrienstrasse. This is acceptable to you, yes?"
"Excellent! You know me so well, Max!" said Monty. "Say; could we borrow your picture book for a time? Billy and I would like to study it in the room to make the selection of our bed-warmers for tonight."
"I am so sorry, Herr Montgomery, but another guest is just now using the book. I will have a boy bring it up to you upon its return."
"That will be excellent, Max. And make us dinner reservations for 8:30 at the place next door, will you?" Monty casually passed a folded one-pound banknote to the concierge, a respectable sum in 1920s Germany.
"Yes, sir! Of course! Thank you sir!" he said fawningly. "I will do all in my power to make your stay totally enjoyable, as always!"
They entered the elevator, and the bellhop said "der achte" (the 8th) to the operator.
William murmured to Monty: "Picture book? Bed-warmers?"
Monty chuckled. "You'll see, old boy. As I've been telling you, you can get absolutely anything in Berlin... especially with a good middleman like Max!"
When they arrived at the suite -- two bedrooms and baths on opposite sides of a small livingroom Hans bustled around, turning on lights, opening the shades and windows, tuning the fancy radio console to a station playing smooth big-band jazz.
"I would be most happy, my sirs," said the bellhop softly, "to perform any other services that you might desire." He affected a sensuous look in his eyes, ran his tongue-tip quickly across his upper lip, and subtly brushed his hand across his tight crotch to emphasize the point. "I am most versatile and willing in all manner of service," he added hopefully.
"Alright, then," said Monty with a grin. "You're a sturdy- looking chap. Let's see what you look like under the uniform. Strip naked and show us your charms." The Brit reached into his pocket and flipped a six-pence coin into the air, which Hans caught on the fly.
"If you will please forgive the ungrateful thought, my sir, but I must share half with the empfangschef... the desk-clerk... so perhaps...." His voice trailed off, but his intent was clear. Monty gave him a wink and launched another six-pence, and Hans smiled happily as he began unbuttoning the fancy jacket.
The two men sat down in the living-room's two comfortable chairs, with Hans standing a few feet in front of them doing a sensuous strip-tease. He wore only an undershirt beneath the jacket, and in another moment he was bare-chested. Looking at the men with that same sultry expression, Hans moved his hands up and down along his torso, teasing his nipples stiff, stroking the thin soft tufts of blond hair at his armpits. He had a fantastic build for a 16-year-old... solid arms, broad shoulders, a slender and defined abdomen, and a hairless chest that was beginning to show developed pectoral muscles... and he clearly enjoyed posing under the men's lustful gaze. Before long, he was completely naked, proudly showing off a plump man-sized penis and full balls. Above his cock was a neat patch of light-brown pubes. Soft blond peach-fuzz hair graced his strong legs.
He skinned back the foreskin on his cock to reveal a broad, dark-red cockhead, and began stroking his dick to stiffness as Monty and William looked on approvingly. The penis quickly pulsed to a full erection... over 7 inches of prime teenage meat that was simultaneously graceful and hyper-masculine. When he let go of it, the fully-erect phallus it continued pulsing with each of his heartbeats, trying to become even harder and point even higher. Hans looked over at the two men, smiling.
"Very nice! Stroke it some more. Show us how sexy you are when you pleasure yourself," said Monty.
Turning in profile view to the men, Hans began to stroke his cock again, slowly and rhythmically. He flexed his biceps, abs, and glute muscles, showing off like a body-builder as he masturbated. His face displayed an exaggerated lust as he played the role of a wanton teenage slut. When he looked over at the men through half-lidded eyes, his tongue danced around the outside of his mouth in a wordless offer to get on his knees and suck the two men's cocks.
"He IS a sexy one, isn't he!" said Monty excitedly, as he bounced up from his chair and moved next to the naked youth, running his hands over Hans's torso and strong arms, caressing his tight round butt, and fondling the boy's full balls. The man and boy were of equal height - about 5'6" - but Hans was more sturdy by far than the delicately-build Englishman. Monty pulled the boy's hand away from the rigid boner, and replaced it with his own. He leaned forward to kiss Hans on the mouth, cupping the lad's firm butt cheek with his hand and he stroked the boy's plump cock. The bellhop stood passively with his hands at his sides, but he responded warmly to the man's kisses, meeting Monty's tongue with his own.
"Mmmm... that was splendid!" sighed Monty breathlessly as the sloppy kiss broke.
"You would like I to suck now the penis of you two gentlemans? I do you both the same time, if it pleases. Even two penis in the mouth together!"
"What I'd really like," said Monty, "is that gorgeous cock of yours fucking my bum. Do you like to arschficken with that glorious cock of yours?" He gave Hans's cock a squeeze.
"Ja! I like much to give the ass-fuck!" said Hans with a grin. "I have much cream in the balls," he said, juggling the fat dangling orbs with his fingers. "Plenty of the cream for two good fucks. If you like, I give to both of you gentlemans your best fucks of all. My cock slide in your arse hard and deep and long time, like the sharp plow goes through good soft soil!"
"Jolly good!" said Monty, smooching Hans's mouth in a quick kiss, as both men laughed at the analogy that emphasized the bellhop's farm-boy roots.
"Come on, then, Billy! Come share this scrumptious hunk of Kraut with me. He's built like a bull! We can do a 3-way, like we did back in London." He glanced over at his American friend expectantly.
"That's ok, Monty; you go ahead," said William. "I think I prefer them a bit younger, so I'll save up for the action tonight. But I'll gladly watch you two go at it!" He rubbed his crotch lasciviously to emphasize the point.
"We'll give you a good show, then," said Monty. "My mouth is watering for a taste of that fat cock before I take it up my bum. A perfect way get our Berlin adventure off to a smashing fine start, eh what?" And he dropped down and immediately wrapped his lips around the beautiful teenage erection, pulling his undershorts and trousers down to his knees even as he suckled at the German boy's boner.
William unbuttoned his trousers and massaged himself to erection as he watched the Brit voraciously devour every inch of the teenage cock, attacking it like a starving man given a heaping plate of food. Monty's own penis strained with total stiffness, without being touched. Then, after a few minutes of deep- throating the boy's stiff cock, Monty stood up and hugged the bellhop, pressing their bodies together.
"God, but you're strong!" he marveled, as his hands wandering greedily all over the boy's strong body, from his shoulders to his firm, muscular buttocks. "My bum is itching to be fucked."
Monty stripped nude and got a small bottle of lubricant from his satchel. He slathered it generously on the boy's cock, and some around and into his anus. Then he knelt on the plush arm-chair with his knees resting on the front edge and his hands gripping the top of the backrest.
"Fuck me, Hans! Fuck me good."
"Jawohl! I do it good for you... I fuck the long time, and stay fucking to when you tell me then to shoot the cream." The boy stood behind Monty's upraised ass and directed his plump boner with his hand, rubbing it teasingly up and down along the man's anal flesh. William watched from a few feet away, in side view, as the boy's cock-head then pushed forward. Monty flexed the muscle open, and the fat glans popped in, to the accompaniment of a low murmured "oh, yes!" from Monty. The Brit's head was arched back, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open.
As Hans's hips pushed forward in slow, gentle nudges, his phallus invaded a little deeper with each stroke.
"You enjoy for the boy to give a fuck with strength; yes?" said Hans in a knowing voice, as he demonstrated the point by grasping Monty's hip bones firmly and thrusting forward firmly, penetrating two more inches at once.
"Oh, my word! YES!" gasped Monty in a slightly effeminate voice, as the entry of the man-sized cock into his rectum caused a warm erotic surge of pleasure.
"You want I to be the bull giving a fuck to the heifer, eh? You want it like this; yes?" He thrust hard again to punctuate the words.
"Yes! Give it to me hard! Shove it in me!"
"Ja, my little heifer." He thrust forward to the hilt. And as he pulled his cock back... SLAP! He spanked Monty's butt-cheek, hard and loud. "Englanders, they like to take the spanking." It was a statement, not a question. Monty's only answer was to lift his ass higher. SLAP! "I give you the fuck and the spanking like you need," said the boy confidently. SLAP!
As Monty moaned in ecstacy, the teenager's hips began an easy rhythmic cadence that he would be able to keep up almost indefinitely. His 7-inch cock plunged full-length with each stroke, reaming the man's ass expertly.
Monty whimpered and sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling of being totally submissive to such a masculine young peasant... having this strong German farm boy dominating him... owning him sexually... completely filling his rectum with thick, warm cock. The man moved his ass up and back to meet each thrust, his consciousness becoming ever more focused on the swirling nirvana of his raw lust.
The lad kept his hands busy as he fucked... sliding across Monty's back and shoulders and flanks... putting his fingers in Brit's mouth to be sucked.... reaching around to pinch the man's nipples firmly... reaching down to give Monty's erection a few strokes... squeezing the man's balls in his strong hand, and then squeezing them a little harder. All the while, Hans's cock was thrusting with mechanical precision as Monty took it ecstatically, craving it like a bitch in heat. Hans glanced over at William and winked.
"Damn!" said William, as he continued to gently massage his own stiff penis. "What a show!"
A half-hour later...
Hans dressed quickly and left the room with a big grin on his face, and an extra two shillings in his pocket. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. William opened it to admit the porter with luggage and another teenage bellhop carrying a loose-leaf binder of photos. The deliveries had been tactfully delayed until Hans had reported back to the desk-clerk in the lobby. Monty, wearing only a robe, sat down next to William on the sofa to look at the album. Each page was devoted to a different young boy or teenager, each with a typed description in German, English, and French, and three photos: the boy's face in close-up, a full-body shot of him clothed, and a full-body nude.
"There are separate books for men, and others besides for girls and women. If you might like to have a young girl as your bed- warmer tonight, I can call down to Max and...."
"Not on your life!" said William with a chuckle, as he paged slowly through the album. "This is the answer to half a lifetime's worth of secret craving, and I intend to feast on nothing but boys for the remainder of my travels this summer."
"That's the spirit, old chap!" replied the Brit, as he looked over William's shoulder at the turning pages. "Look at this one here," he said, pointing to a pretty youngster dressed in traditional lederhosen in the clothed picture... and beautifully pre-pubescent in the nude shot. "Isn't he just your type? It even appears he has a circumcised penis!"
"I think you're right!" said the American, focusing on the 3-by-5 inch nude picture. Then he began reading the description aloud: Johann; 12 years in age; light-brown hair; green eyes; 150 cm (4 feet and 11 inches) of height; 40 kg (88 pounds) of weight; penis with the erection of 8 cm (3.2 inches); does not produce semen at the climax; speaks some English, French, and Dutch." He looked over at Monty. "Just about perfect, and rather like that young cousin from my youth. Yes; I'll take him! Now it's your turn to pick." He handed the book over.
"First remove your boy's page from the album. That's how we convey our choices to Max. And that way the page won't remain in the book when the next customer is looking through it tonight."
Monty leafed through the pictures, seeing a few that he had enjoyed in previous stays at this hotel. When he got to the end, he flipped back to an earlier one. "Take a peek at this one. It says his name is Rudi; age 14; blond hair; blue eyes; he's 5'7" and 110 pounds; shoots his spunk, and his willy stands up 5.3 inches when it's stiff."
William looked at the nude picture approvingly. He too had been tempted by the lanky blond boy. He appeared to have recently gone through his growth spurt... both in height and genitals. His hairless penis, relatively long for a boy his age, pointed downward, in front of three-quarter-size testicles in a low dangling sack... a perfect vision of 14-year-old boy-beauty.
As Monty phoned down to Max to send up a bellhop to retrieve the book and report their selections, William removed his stylish tuxedo from the hanger section of his steamer trunk, draped it across a chair, and wandered into his bathroom to run hot water in the tub.
Later...
Monty and William, both of them dressed to the nines, left the restaurant a little after 10:00, ready to resume their pursuit of sexual adventure.
"We have a half-hour until the show starts, and it's less than half a mile from here to the club," said Monty. "Shall we walk it instead of a cab?"
"Certainly," said William.
"Good. This way I can show you one of the places where the rent-boys offer themselves up. Remember when I showed you that dark alley in London, not far from Piccadilly Circus, where the boys lurk in the shadows? Well, in Berlin it can be out in the open. Come on; it's just down this way."
In a few blocks, they came to the entrance of a covered shopping arcade called the Linden-Passage. It was a well-lit block of upscale shops that was restricted to pedestrians only and was protected from the elements by an arched roof made with panels of amber-tinted glass. The shops had all been closed for several hours, and the only business being conducted was that of boys selling themselves... dozens of them, ranging in age from 10 to 18. Most appeared to be in the 13 - 14 range, and they all seemed to be friendly and eager to be chosen.
The prospective customers, strolling along slowly and inspecting the wares, wore tuxedos or business suits, and ranged in age from William's and Monty's youth to distinguished-looking gentlemen in their 70s. William overheard a number of them speaking to boys in English or French, while perhaps half appeared to be native Germans. There was no hint of furtiveness or embarrassment in this commerce. In fact, there was even a uniformed policeman walking casually along the block, bantering with the boys, interested only in keeping everything orderly.
"The first time I came here," said Monty, "was 1923, when Germany was in the worst of its economic times... the hyper-inflation and all that... a trillion marks to the American dollar. They say there were at least 200 boys on this block every night back then... it certainly seemed like that many when I was here. And any one of them would be yours to play with back in your hotel room for a single English penny. Can you imagine?"
They walked down the middle of the arcade, politely brushing off the solicitations of the boys, but enjoying the view. Many of the boys let their penises show briefly through unbuttoned flies, and some turned around and lowered their knickerbockers to flash a quick view of their cute boyish bums, in an effort to attract a man who looked their way. Monty and William just smiled their approval and kept walking.
"I've noticed that they tend to be prettier and better-dressed than the London street-boys," said William. "There are half a dozen here who are as pleasing to the eye as any boys I've ever seen."
"Yes; it's a better class of boys here in Linden-Passage. The ragamuffins are more likely to congregate at the Tiergarten Park, giving blow jobs in the shadows, like their London counterparts. But these are typically well-scrubbed middle class lads, sent out by their families to earn some money. There may even be sons of Russian aristocrats among them! Quite of few of those unfortunate people settled in Germany after fleeing from the Reds when their Civil War ended in 1921... some of them getting out with little more than the clothing on their backs." Monty sighed... but then gave a little chuckle. "One time, two years or so ago, I was in a splendidly posh boy-brothel just off the Potsdamer Platz and had a jolly threesome with two brothers, perhaps 13 and 15 years in age and utterly beautiful. I was told by the brothel-keeper that they were the sons of some Russian duke or baron. They couldn't speak a word of English, and spoke no better German than I, but they were eager to please and had wonderfully tender bums, elegant cocks, and expert fellating technique. I have no reason to doubt their reported pedigree, as they looked and acted completely refined."
"Perhaps we can visit that brothel while we're here," said William hopefully, envisioning himself in bed with two well-born boy-whores.
"Yes! That would be brilliant! I was there three months ago, and they still had an assortment of exotic foreign boys... even Chinamen and black Africans, if you can imagine! We shall ask Max to make arrangements for a visit tomorrow."
A few more blocks brought them to a neon-lit area of nightclubs, strip-tease theaters, and mainstream brothels. They stopped at an inconspicuous entrance that was marked only by a small polished-brass plaque that said "Cabaret der Jungen" - Cabaret of Boys. A liveried doorman greeted them, and welcomed them inside. A smiling maitre d, dressed in a formal tail-coat, checked their names against his reservation list.
"The cover charge is 15 Reichsmarks," said the maitre d in perfect English. "For your convenience, we also accept 15 British shillings or three and one-half U.S. dollars." As they paid in Reichsmarks, the man asked: "shall I describe our arrangements, or have you been with us before?"
"My friend has been here," said William; "but I have not. Perhaps a quick summary." William had heard a gloriously-detailed description of the cabaret, in full erotic detail, but it didn't hurt to get it from the source.
"Very well. The cover charge that you have paid allows you unlimited champaign. Other beverages are of course available, but at additional charge. A personal waiter is assigned to each customer, and the waiter serves no other customer. Our waiters are very affectionate and provide very exceptional service." The man winked knowingly. "But if you have a special request for him, may I suggest that a small gratuity would be appreciated. If you are not satisfied with your waiter for any reason, I would be most happy to make a new assignment."
The maitre d escorted them through a door from which music could be heard. There, at the entrance to the performance space, were nine waiters holding small round trays, each with a single champaign glass. All of them were young boys of 10 to 13 years, smiling hopefully at the two men, just as the hustlers had in the Linden-Passage. Each boy wore the same provocative and revealing attire: a faux tuxedo shirt... with pleats, winged collar, and purple bow-tie... but constructed more like bib, in that it covered only their chests, necks, and upper stomachs. The garment left the arms, shoulders, and back completely bare. There was a purple cummerbund around each boy's waist; below it, the lad's genitals and buttocks were totally exposed. They wore black-tinted silk stockings, held up at mid-thigh by elastic garters of the same purple color as the tie and cummerbund, and fancy high-heeled shoes on their feet. All were small in stature and slender, because the main job of a waiter in this establishment was to sit on his customer's lap.
"Let's see," said the maitre d, surveying his available boys. "Willi here speaks very good English," pointing to an adorable little 10-year-old, his body still soft with pre-adolescence, whose completely immature penis stuck almost straight out above a round ball-sack. "So does Kurt," motioning to a boy whose attractiveness went well beyond "cute" and whose lean body and developing genitals appeared on the cusp of puberty. "And Dieter, there speaks it; and also...."
"Kurt will be fine," said William, cutting the man short. "How old are you, boy?
"I am 12 years, sir! Thank you, sir!" said the lad in a cheerful soprano voice, flashing a big smile.
"I fancy this lad here," said Monty, walking up to a ravishingly sexy 13-year-old blond, and taking his hand to draw him from the group. He was definitely Monty's type, looking rather like the lad the man had chosen from the album back in the hotel room. The Brit was scanning the lad up and down; especially down! The boy had gained an edge for selection by discretely coaxing his penis into a beautiful erection of nearly 5 inches as soon as Monty and William had entered. Having a little line of light- brown hairs sprouting at the base of his cock, like a scraggly mustache above a teenager's upper lip, was an attraction to Monty as well.
"Wie heiben sie, junge?" said Monty, asking his name.
"Ich heibe Lukas, mein herr [my name is Lukas, sir]."
"Splendid name! Sprechen sie Englisch, Lukas?"
"Ja; ein bisschen [yes; a little]." He leaned close to Monty and stood on tip-toes to whisper in the man's ear. "Kiss... jack- off... suck... fuck!" Then he looked the man in the eye with a mischievous grin and nodded his head.
"You shall be my waiter, then," said Monty, reaching out to give the boy's boner a gentle squeeze.
The boys led the way, carrying their trays at shoulder height. Monty and William couldn't help but stare at their exposed buttocks, bouncing and swaying provocatively due to walking in high-heels.
As they entered the club's main room, William saw that it was cleverly designed so that the customers (mostly men, but some curious or decadent women as well) could not see those at other tables. Seating was in high-backed, semi-circular banquettes, arranged in three terraced tiers. The small stage at the front was fully visible to all, as were the practically-naked waiters who occasionally scurried about in the room. Each banquette could comfortably hold four people, so there was room to spare when Monty and William sat down.
The two waiters hurried away as soon as the men were seated, but quickly returned, each bringing a bottle of champaign in an ice bucket on a stand.
As Kurt poured a glass of champaign, he did not put it on the table or hand it to William. Instead, he slipped himself smoothly onto William's lap, with his legs dangling over the American's right thigh. Kurt raised the glass to the man's lips.
"Drink, my handsome master. Drink it all, and I pour another," said the grinning boy.
William's hands were draw to the boy's soft skin... the left hand encircling Kurt's waist, the right sliding up along the silken flesh of the lad's inner thigh... and he emptied the glass in a few swallows as the boy tipped the glass. Kurt jumped up and poured another glass, but this time set it on the small round table before snuggling once again on William's lap. The man's hand resumed it's exploration of the boy's thigh, and in moments William's fingertips were feeling up Kurt's sexy boyish penis and the two sparrow's eggs that dangled within the soft scrotal sack. The German lad spread his legs to be petted, and purred like a contented cat.
William shuddered with excited lust as he fondled the willing boy on his lap, sighing as Kurt's penis stiffened completely beneath the man's stroking fingers. The short foreskin pulled back easily to fully reveal the glans -- a beautiful reddish acorn of sex-flesh.
"Do you shoot spunk yet, boy?" asked William, whispering into Kurt's ear.
"Is that the same as to say 'making the cum'?" asked the youngster, not totally sure of his English proficiency.
"Yes; that's it."
"No, sir... but I think that my cock will be making it soon. It makes the so-good feeling when you touch me like this... and when I touch myself. And my cock can have the orgasm many times. You like to make a boy have his orgasm; yes?" Kurt's voice was angelic and innocent-sounding, but he arched his body, raising his cock up, eager to be brought to his first dry orgasm of the night.
"Oh, God... yes!" murmured William, burying his face in Kurt's soft blond hair as he continued masturbating the boy's foreskin up and down and caressing his body with the other hand. Everything else around him faded to the background as he lovingly fondled and snuggling with the beautiful 12-year-old sitting on his lap. 'I could do this forever' he thought to himself.
William was brought back to reality by the dimming of the house lights and the spot-lit illumination of the small stage. He glanced at Monty, whose lascivious hands were all over the boy on his own lap.
"We arrived with excellent timing, old boy," said Monty, as he reached for his glass of champaign and raised it in a toast. "Here's to the beauty of boys!" he said.
"To the beauty of boys!" said William in reply, "and to their incredible sexiness."
The music of the five-piece band switched to a more up-tempo number as the master of ceremonies walked out onto the stage from behind a curtain at its rear. He was a youth of 16 years, whose look was a perfect example of the decadent androgyny that was stylish among Berlin's cabaret performers in the late 20s and early 30s. His dark hair was slicked back with pomade, and he wore eye make-up that was heavy on mascara, as well as vibrant lipstick and plenty of rouge. His only garment, besides shiny black high-heeled boots that came up to his thighs, was a black leather bustier with a codpiece at the crotch.
The MC's 'androgynous dominatrix' look was complemented by what he held in his hands... the right hand held a riding crop, and the left held a leather dog-leash. Trotting along beside him on hands and knees was a completely naked 10-year-old boy, a dog collar around his neck, to which the leash was attached. The boy had long floppy dog ears, made of flannel cloth and attached to a head-band, that dangled over his actual ears. His nose had a big black spot of stage make-up to approximate the look of a dog's nose. And to complete the costume, the young lad sported a cloth tail attached to an unseen butt-plug that was held securely inside his tight rectum.
"Meine dammen und herren! Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC. "Willkommen zur Cabaret der Jungen. Welcome to the Cabaret of Boys."
End of Part 3
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