SS Outpost

By: Jeff B
(© 2012 by the author)

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KAPITEL DREI

(CHAPTER 3)

 

The fear, anxiety and terror of last night were fading a little in my conciseness as I began to wake up the next morning.  They had been superseded by the feelings I was experiencing.  I was in my bed with the man I was in love with, and his head was on my chest and he was snoring softly into me.  I opened my eyes and looked down at the top of his head.  I had dreamt a lot of things about Wolfy since I'd known him, but none of them was as good as this.  My right hand was already just below his neck, so I moved it up to the back of his head and I began to softly run my fingers around in his hair.  He twitched a little and went back to sleep.  I continued rubbing my fingers around for a few more minutes, just looking up at the ceiling and enjoying the feeling of him being so close.  He twitched again, then visibly relaxed and let out a soft moan.  I caressed his head with my hand.  I felt him smile into my chest.  I looked down at the top of his head again.

 

"You like that?"

 

"Mmmm I do."

 

"Me, too."

 

"What time is it?"

 

I lifted my left hand up and looked at my watch.

 

"It's 0520."

 

"Do we have to get out of bed?"

 

"I don't know…."

 

"You're the one that's supposed to know; you're the boss."

 

I smirked.  "I guess I am, huh?  We can stay for a little longer.  I don't hear anyone moving around."

 

"Good."  He stretched a little and moaned again.

 

I brought my left hand onto his arm and started softly rubbing up and down his arm; feeling the hair run under my fingers.  It was almost as good as the hair on his head.  He moaned softly again.  I continued slowly running my hand up and down his arm while my other hand was playing with the hair on his head.  We'd been like this for about 10 minutes when he lifted his head and looked at me.

 

"I want to taste you, Willy."

 

I smiled at him.  "You've already licked my face; what did it taste like?"

 

He smiled at me.  "No, not like that; I want to feel you grow in my mouth."

 

"Oh…."  I grin at him.  "That could get kind of noisy."

 

"We don't have to finish; I just want to taste you."

 

I smiled again.  "Who am I to stop you?  You can touch or taste any part of me you ever want to."

 

He grinned.  "Good.  I plan to."

 

He brought his right hand down and shoved the covers off my crotch.  He gave me a quick kiss and scooted down on the bed, dropping his head over my crotch, while lifting my soft dick up with his hand and sticking it in his mouth.  He locked his lips on it and I moaned.

 

"Oh, God…"

 

He started suckling and milking my cock, getting it to grow in his mouth.  He didn't have to wait very long; I was rock hard within about 10 seconds.  He pulled off and looks up at me, grinning.

 

"That was fun!  You grow up fast."

 

I chuckle.  "I had incredible motivation."

 

He went back down on me, taking me in about ¾ of the way and swirling his tongue around.  I moaned again.  He pulled back up and licked around the head, sticking his tongue under my foreskin and running it around twice, then he went back down.  I grunted and lifted my hips up a little, trying to feed him.  He brought his right hand up to my balls and grabbed them, while pulling back up the length of my cock.  He swirled his tongue around the head again and went right back down, while massaging my balls in his hand.  After he hit the back of his throat he pulled back up again, but instead of swirling his tongue around, he just went right back down, and came right back up.  He set up a great rhythm, just sucking up and down on my cock.  I was moaning full-time then, trying to be as quiet as I could about it; moaning more to myself than anything.  He's sucked my cock for about 3 or 4 minutes and I was ready to shoot.  It had been over 4 years since anyone had touched me, and at least 2 weeks since I'd taken care of my own needs.  I had a hair trigger.  That, plus getting my dick sucked by the man currently doing it was a major turn on.  I gave him warning.

 

"Oh my God… I'm going to shoot, baby…. Here it comes…."

 

He held my balls in his hands and just milked my cock with his tongue and lips.  That did it.  I started shooting volley after volley of hot cum down his throat.  He was swallowing, trying to keep up with me.  I shot about 5 loads of hot cream down his throat and collapsed back on the pillow … spent.  I was  panting and staring up at the ceiling; trying to recover and trying to make myself believe that it really just happened.  He ran his tongue around my cockhead one last time and I was brought back to reality.  It was sensitive as hell and I yelped and shoved my ass down into the bed trying to get my dick out of his mouth.  He lifted his head up and looked over at me, grinning.

 

"You do everything fast."

 

"I'm sorry, baby; it's just been a long time."

 

He grinned at me.  "Don't be sorry; that was fucking great!  You taste really good, too."

 

I smiled at him.  "Thanks.  For someone that's only done that 3 times; you're pretty good at it.  My God, I thought I was going to pass out."

 

He blushed and then looked at me kind of sheepishly.  "I have another confession Willy; I've done that more than 3 times.  Hell, I've done it 3 times to Hage in the last month.  All together we've probably done it 13 or 14 times.  I'm sorry I lied about it; I was trying to protect Hage."

 

"So Hage's the only other man you've been with?"

 

"Yes.  We did that the first time when we were stationed together in Poland.  I'm sorry, Willy."

 

"Don't be sorry, Wolfy.  I didn't expect you to be a complete virgin; hell, I'm not one.  I've sucked a lot of cock, Wolfy.  I only have two questions — are you and Hage any more than suck buddies; and are you going to continue to do this with him?"

 

"No and no.  I have you now; I don't need him.  He was never more than my friend; and we got together to take care of each other's needs.  I'm yours now; completely."

 

"OK.  That's all I wanted to know.  Come up here."  I grinned at him.

 

He moved his head back up and lay it on my chest again, looking up at me and grinning.

 

I smiled at him.  "I love you, Wolfy; I don't care about the past.  Are you going to tell Hage that you're not doing this with him anymore?"

 

"I already did."

 

"OK.  Kiss me; I want to taste it."

 

He grinned and lifted his head and kissed me; sticking his tongue in my mouth to let me have a taste.  Not bad…  I've never shared it like this before, but from what I've tasted direct from the source, it compared pretty well.  He broke the kiss after about 10 seconds and smiled at me.

 

"How'd you like it?"

 

I grinned.  "Pretty good; just like you said.  Now — when do I get to taste you?"

 

He smiled big.  "Whenever you want to.  I'm not so sure now would be a good time; I don't know if anyone's up yet and I need to piss badly."

 

I smirk.  "What happened to 'anytime'?"

 

"Shut up, Willy."  He grinned.  "I'm just saying that it might not be a good time; but you do what you want."

 

"OK.  I'll wait.  You need to piss, and I really don't want anyone walking in here and finding your cock buried in my mouth.  I'll meet you behind the barn at noon."  I give him an evil grin and wink.

 

"You have a date; I'll be there."

 

"I was just joking, Wolfy."

 

"I'm not.  I'll see you behind the barn at noon.  It kind of adds another degree of fun to it; sneaking off to hide behind the barn to make out and suck cock."  He grinned at me.

 

"Hell, yes; I'll be there.  Now, kiss me one more time and get up and go piss.  I need to piss, too."

 

He kisses me softly for about 10 seconds and pulled back.  He winked at me and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.  I watched as he stood up; he was semi-hard and it looked really tasty to me.  I stopped staring at his cock and got up myself, stood by the side of the bed and looked down for our undershorts.  I picked up both pair and took mine; tossing his to him.  We both pulled our shorts on and came around to the end of the bed.  I kissed him again and smiled at him.  He grinned at me.

 

"I guess you better get going.  I feel like a little kid having to make you sneak out of here; but I guess that's our life for now.  I love you, baby; I'll see you downstairs for breakfast."

 

"I love you, too.  See ya."  He kissed me again, quickly, and turned to leave.  He opened the door a crack and looked down the hall.  The coast must have been clear because he opened the door and darted out, pulling it closed to the latch as he left.  I smiled and shook my head.  He'd become cute to me in the last 24 hours.  I walked out and went to the bathroom to take care of my morning piss and then return to put my uniform on.  Once I was dressed and ready, I headed back out and went downstairs.  I walked into the front room and saw Peter sitting at the table having a coffee.

 

"Good morning, Peter."

 

He looked up.  "Good morning, Willy; sleep well?"

 

"Great; how about you?"

 

"Considering the drama here last night; pretty good."

 

I frowned a little.  "I know what you mean.  I'm sorry I've put all of you in this position; especially you, Peter.  You're my second-in-command; you shouldn't have to be dealing with this from me."

 

"Willy, as long as Wolfy isn't going to kill Jan, I don't care about the rest; it's a non-issue for me."

 

"Thank you, Peter.  I hope not to provide you with any more drama.  Like we said last night; we just put this behind us and move forward."

 

"That's what I'm doing, Willy.  As long as Wolfy and Jan aren't trying to kill each other; this is done."  He grinned at me.  "So, how was your first night?"

 

I blushed.  "You know?"

 

"You really don't give me much credit, do you, Willy?  I know most everything that goes on around here.  I know about Wolfy and Hage.  I know about Wolfy and you.  Kind of makes Wolfy sound greedy, but that's not mine to question."

 

I just looked at him, dumbfounded.  "So all of this rampant homosexuality going on around here, and you're not bothered by it?"

 

"No.  I don't care, Willy.  I've been in the military too long to be surprised by what men do when they're alone and far from home.  It is what it is.  I'll admit, most of it is what Wolfy and Hage do; just helping each other out, but I have seen two men fall in love before; it's nothing shocking to me."

 

"So, have you ever?"

 

"A few times.  Like what Wolfy and Hage do.  It didn't change me; it didn't affect me; it was just two comrades taking care of each other."

 

"OK.  I'm sorry for not giving you more credit.  You're just always so quiet I never know what you're thinking."

 

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's the quiet ones you have to watch?"  He grinned.

 

"I've heard the expression, yes.  So … what are you telling me?  You're plotting all the time, just waiting for a moment to strike?"  I grinned back at him.

 

He laughed.  "No, Willy, I'm not plotting anything; I'm just doing my job; hoping this damn war ends soon, so I can go home.  I've had enough of this war.  But that still doesn't mean I don't notice everything that happens around me; around here.  So, I ask you again; how was your first night?"

 

I grinned.  "It was great!  I mean, all we did was pass-out and sleep; but it was still great."

 

"Good.  I'm happy for you both.  So, you now know that 4 out of the 5 of us have no problems with you and Wolfy.  I'm not saying he'll do anything; but I would still watch Jan, if I were you."

 

"I had planned to.  I know Wolfy is; and I know we can't be on him 24 hours a day; but we'll keep our eyes and ears open.  He did talk to us last night about it.  He said he just needed to understand more; so he asked us questions."

 

"Well, maybe he is trying to understand it and deal with it.  I met his grandfather once; he's a die-hard piece of work, that one.  No wonder Jan's so rigid about everything."

 

"I've never met him; but I've heard rumors; none of them very good.  I'll keep an eye on him."

 

"That's all I'm saying.  So, are you going to wake up our new guests, or wait until we eat?"

 

I grinned.  "I'm eating first; let them sweat it out."

 

He smiles.  "Good choice; working on an empty stomach is no fun.  Besides, I've seen you in action; you'll need the energy."

 

"You disagree with my methods?"

 

"Not at all; I'm just saying I've watched you, and you'll need the energy."

 

"I'm not an evil person, Peter; I just don't like having my time wasted.  I really have never bought in to this whole SS men being evil and cruel; and stopping at nothing to get what they want."

 

"I didn't say that, Willy.  And, unfortunately, our reputation has been sealed for us by so many others.  However, I have seen you in action a few times; you're not evil; but you can be cruel."

 

"You would do it differently?"

 

"Not at all.  I'm not accusing you of anything, Willy; I'm just making an observation.  You are somewhat of a paradox though.  You can be very cruel with someone that doesn't matter to you, but with Wolfy you're a pussycat; you're a completely different person around him.  I know without a doubt that if it had been anybody else last night, choking Jan, you would have pulled your pistol out and shot him; without hesitation.  Maybe not to kill him, but to get him to stop; with Wolfy, you pleaded."

 

"I could never hurt Wolfy.  I don't know if you're right or not, about shooting anyone else; but I'm willing to entertain that you are.  I don't know what to tell you about that.  I love him and he means more than anything to me; so yes, I guess I'm a different person around him.  What I do with suspects, or how I treat them or feel about them is business; Wolfy is purely personal."

 

"I guess it's good that you can separate your personal and professional life; it's especially difficult in our business.  If you really think about it, and I have, we're really nothing more than glorified guns for hire.  I'm not saying that to disrespect the SS, I worked my ass off to get in, and I'm very proud of being here.  But if you really look at it; it's true."

 

"I've looked at it, and I know it is.  We're not even an official military branch; we're hired guns in black uniforms; sent out to scare the crap out of people.  I've accepted that part of it; it doesn't define who I am though.  As for suspects, I treat them no differently wearing this uniform than I did wearing my police uniform."

 

"I wish every one of us could look at it objectively.  But so many have believed the propaganda, and now truly believe they are supermen, that history is only going to remember the evil.  History will not be kind to us, Willy."

 

"Since we're speaking off the record…"  I looked around us.  "Do you really believe we're going to win this war?"

 

"No.  And God help us if we don't; there are going to be massive recriminations for us; us especially; you and me in the black uniforms.  But God help the world if we do actually win.  I've seen some things, Willy, some horrible, unspeakable things.  And if we let loose with that on the rest of the world, only God will be able to save us."

 

"You've seen the death camps, haven't you?"

 

"I have.  I never want to see anything like that again, as long as I live.  Those memories will haunt me until the day I die."

 

"I've only heard about them; I've never been to one.  I know they deny their existence, to the public; but being in the SS gives one 'special knowledge'."

 

"I know all too well.  Be thankful, Willy.  Don't ever go to one, if you don't have to."

 

"I won't; I've heard too many stories already."

 

"So, what about you; do you think we'll win the war?"

 

"No.  You cannot win a war fighting two major battles on two disparate fronts.  Their decision to go to Moscow was ill-conceived, at best; and it will be their undoing.  It will be our undoing; all Germans."

 

He nodded his head yes.  "I'm afraid you're right, Willy.  I told you last night that I was afraid to go to Russia, but even more than that; I'm afraid of our future.  The little man in the big building has set us on a course of destruction; destruction we can never recover from."

 

"I fear you're right, too, Peter."  I slowly shook my head.  "We were all so blind…  I gave my allegiance to that man; and I will fight to the death for him; but only out of duty.  But we were all so blind…."

 

"Yes, we were; but it's much too late now.  We've set course and there's no turning back now."

 

"No…."

 

"Is this an 'officers-only' meeting; or can a simple enlisted man join in?"  It was Wolfy, coming down the hall towards us.

 

Peter looks at him, grinning.  "Everyone's welcome, Wolfy.  No meeting here, just a little chat before breakfast, talking about our new guests."

 

"The taller one's a piece of work, isn't he?"

 

"I actually haven't had the pleasure of meeting him on speaking terms, but I hear he has quite the mouth on him."

 

Wolfy laughed.  "You'll love him.  He's friendly and full of good humor; I know Willy was really starting to like him."

 

I smirked.  "Yeah, I was starting to like him all right.  I do admit though; he made it kind of fun."

 

Peter looked at me.  "Were you playing cat and mouse with that poor man?"

 

"Maybe…  Just a little."

 

"So what time does the fun start again this morning?"

 

"After breakfast, Wolfy; I've heard that you should have a good meal when you expect to burn a lot of energy."

 

Wolfy laughed.  "Yeah, I hope to have front row seats.  So what is for breakfast; or is that too much for a couple of officers to think about?"

 

"We think the enlisted men should think of something and then prepare it."  Peter grinned at him.

 

"That university education has served you well, Master."

 

I laughed to myself.  Wolfy always treaded lightly around Peter; never really knowing how far he could push.  I was sure if it had just been me standing here he would've told me to put on an apron and get to work.

 

Peter smirked.  "You kiss up well, young one.  You shall be allowed to eat again today."

 

"Thank you, Master; my duty is to serve you, oh, exalted one."

 

Peter laughed.  "You need to pull your mouth out of my ass before Willy gets jealous."

 

Wolfy lost it; he just broke up.  He was standing there laughing, looking at Peter, trying to think of a retort.  I guess he knew he had been bested; he turned and walked to the kitchen.  Peter and I started laughing.

 

"Well, Willy, while your boy is in there fixing our breakfast, I'm going to go have a look around outside.  Jan and Hage are already out on patrol; I saw them leave at 4.  I hope we get some useful information out of our two guests; this is the first real break we've had since we got here."

 

"OK, Peter.  If our two guests know anything, I'm sure they will be willing to share it with us before too long.  Enjoy your walk."

 

Peter got up from the table and walked to the front door, grabbing his belt and Walther on the way out.  I'd given orders 3 weeks before that none of us was to be walking around outside without being armed; at least if we were going to be more than 20 meters from the farm.  I turned and went into the kitchen to see what Wolfy was up to and to get some coffee.  When I walked in he was bent over, looking into our little electric ice box.  I walked up behind him and rubbed his ass.

 

"Peter, you really shouldn't do that with Willy in the other room."

 

I laughed.  "Smart-ass."

 

He stood up and turned around, a huge grin on his face.  "Hi, Liebhaber (lover).  I knew it was you."

 

I smirked.  "I would hope so.  So, what are you preparing your exalted ones for breakfast?"

 

"Dirt."

 

I laughed again.  "I didn't mean our guests, bärchen (little bear)."

 

He grins. "Bärchen?  Why bärchen?"

 

"Because, you're my 'little bear'."

 

He smiled more.  "I'm not that little… But I like it."

 

I smiled at him again.  "Good, so do I.  So you're making dirt for our guests?"

 

"Even dirt is too good for them.  I decided on potatoes, wurst and bread; would that be to your 'exalted's' liking?"

 

I smirked.  "I'll help.  You can lean back into the icebox and I'll rub your ass."

 

"Dirty boy; be nice, there's an officer in the other room."

 

"He went outside, but I'll be nice…  We promised we'd be good to protect their sensitivities.  What would you like me to do?"

 

"Oooo, I get to give an order to my captain.  Peel the potatoes, boy."  He grinned.

 

I smiled.  "Just remember, love, only when we're alone."

 

"I know; I would never say something like that in front of others."

 

I smiled at him.  "Are the potatoes still in the bottom cupboard?"

 

"Yes, but we will have to get more before too long; I think there are only 10 or 12 of them left."

 

"OK.  We will go into the village later today to buy more staples; and you can visit Gertrud."   I gave him an evil grin.

 

"I thought you were going to be nice?"

 

"I am.  I know you only want her for her sweets."

 

He laughed.  I reached over and gave his crotch a little squeeze then turned around to get the potatoes.  We have breakfast prepared in about 25 minutes; I'd cut the potatoes a little too thick and it took them awhile to cook through.  By the time we were ready, Peter had returned from his walk.  The three of us sat down to breakfast, Peter and I having another coffee with ours, while Wolfy had milk.  Hage and Peter had found a dairy less than a kilometer from us, so we had fresh milk as often as someone was willing to walk to get it.  We used the car as little as possible; there was nowhere nearby to buy petrol for it.  When we were finished with breakfast Wolfy insisted he would take care of the cleanup, without our help, and I went up to my room.  I had been in there about 20 minutes, reading a report, when Wolfy came in.

 

"Am I interrupting?"

 

"No, liebe; I was just reading a report; come in."

 

He walked in and kissed the top of my head.  "Are you ready to interview our prisoners, now?"

 

"Sure.  Let's go."

 

I stood up, giving him a quick kiss, and we walked back downstairs.  We found Peter out on the back porch, just looking over at the 2 sheds.

 

"Peter, would like to get to know our big mouth, now?"

 

He grinned.  "Of course."

 

We all stepped off the porch and walked over to the first shed.  I opened the door wide so the room was well lit.  The smell is overpowering.

 

"Good morning, dickhead.  What did you have to eat yesterday; it smells like dead whore in here?"

 

"Fuck you.  That's what you get for leaving me in here all night, hanging from a fuckin' hook."

 

"I should bring you down from that hook so you can lick up your mess.  Sergeant, would you go get a pail of water please, and wash this shit away?"

 

"Yes, Boss."  Wolfy ran back to the house to get the water.  I turned back to dickhead.  Peter and I were still outside, just looking in.

 

"So dickhead, have you rested? You're ready to talk to me now?"

 

"Suck me, asshole.  I'm not telling you anything."

 

"Oh come now; I thought we'd established a rapport yesterday?  I let you rest and you talk to me, like a human."

 

"You only get what you give, SS pig."

 

"Again with the slurs, dickhead?  Really now; I figured you'd had time to smarten up."

 

"I'm smarter than you."

 

I laughed.  "You might want to take a look at your current circumstance before declaring something like that, dickhead."

 

"Fuck you; and quit calling me dickhead."

 

I laugh again.  "It's my little pet name for you; so what is your name, boy?"

 

"Gregor."

 

"Gregor what?"

 

"Gregor lick my ass."

 

"Nice to meet you Gregor Lickmyass; you can call me Sir."

 

"I'll stick with asshole."

 

"Suit yourself.  So, Gregor Lickmyass, what were you and your companion doing out by the trees yesterday?"

 

"Masturbating; what business is it of yours?"

 

"You're on my property.  You do have a fascination with cock, don't you, boy?"

 

"At least I have one, asshole."

 

"Not from what I can see from here.  What were you doing yesterday; and why were you carrying so many weapons?"

 

"I told you; and to keep the perverts, like you, away."

 

"We're not going to do this much longer, Herr Lickmyass, you're going to tell me what I want to know."

 

"And if I don't?"

 

"I'll see to it that you never have to masturbate again."

 

"Fuck you, asshole."

 

"You won't be able to fuck anything.  What were you doing by the trees?"

 

"Masturbating."

 

Peter smirked.  "He is a mouthy one, isn't he?  Perhaps he needs some motivation; something to clear up his memory?"

 

I grinned.  "I was thinking the same thing.  I'm sure we can think of something to clear up Herr Lickmyass's memory."

 

"I have no doubts."

 

"Fuck you both; Nazi scum!"

 

"Now, Gregor, is that any way to talk to the men who have your life in their hands?"

 

"You're going to kill me anyway; what difference does it make?"

 

"It's all in how you die, Gregor.  There are good ways and bad."

 

Wolfy returned with the pail of water.  Peter and I stood aside as he slung the water in through the doorway to wash the mess to the back of the shed.  He was pretty good at it; managing to get most of it to fall through the cracks in the bottom of the wall.  He looked at me.  I nodded and he set the pail down, and the three of us stood in the doorway to look at our prisoner.

 

"What were you doing by the trees yesterday?"

 

"Masturbating."

 

"Come now, if I believed that, you wouldn't be hanging around here; I'd just send you home.  What were you doing by the trees?"

 

"I just told you, asshole; open your fucking ears."

 

"I have a very short fuse, Gregor; you really should think harder about your answers."

 

"It doesn't matter; you're going to kill me anyway."

 

"Depending on what you tell me; that's open for negotiations."

 

"Of course it is; you're just a nice guy doing his duty.  I know what SS scum are like; I've seen them in action."

 

"What's your real last name, Gregor?"

 

"Lickmyass."

 

I walked inside and grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard.  He screamed.  While still squeezing his balls I asked him again.

 

"What's your real last name?"

 

"Arrrrgggghhhhh.  Fuck you!"

 

I squeezed harder.  He screamd louder and started panting.

 

"What's your last name, Gregor?"

 

"Arrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!  Haidenger!!!"

 

I let go of him.  "Why are you so stubborn?  That could have been so much easier."  I turn to Peter.  "You and Sergeant Wolf, go, bring Herr Haidenger here."

 

"Yes, Sir." 

 

They both turned to leave, walking to the car.  Once they were on their way, I turned back to Gregor.

 

"Your attitude makes much more sense to me now; I've had the pleasure of meeting your father."

 

He was still panting and whimpering.  "He's an asshole, just like you."

 

"I can't disagree with you, Gregor; but more than I.  Why were you out by the trees?"

 

"I was meeting a friend."

 

"For what purpose?"

 

"None; just meeting him."  He whimpered again.

 

"For what purpose, Gregor?"

 

"To talk."

 

"About what?"

 

"Nothing; just to talk."

 

"Do you always go armed when meeting friends?"

 

"Yes.  It's a dangerous time."

 

"Getting more so by the day.  What did you talk about?"

 

"Just talk."

 

"Certainly there was a subject to this talk?"

 

"No, just talk."

 

"Gregor, you're lying to me.  You've already seen my short fuse; do you wish to see it again?"

 

"No."

 

"Then tell me what I want to know; what were you talking about?"

 

"Just talking; just chatting with an old friend."

 

I reached up and slapped his balls.  He screamed out and started panting again.

 

"What were you talking about?"

 

"Nothing!!!"  Pant, whimper.

 

I slapped his balls again, a little harder this time.  He screamed out in agony.

 

"Gregor, you can make this stop; what were you talking about!?"

 

He was sobbing and whimpering, trying to bring himself together.  He finally managed to speak again.

 

"Nothing, really; just please… don't do that anymore…."

 

"I'll stop as soon as you tell me the truth.  I'm tired of your lies, Gregor."

 

He was crying a little now.  "I'm not lying…. Just please… Stop…."

 

"You still haven't convinced me that you're not lying to me.  What's your friend's name?"

 

"Bruno."

 

"Does Bruno live here?"

 

"No."

 

"Where does Bruno live?"

 

"Poland."

 

I shook my head at him.  "That's not good, Gregor; do you know that means you're in collusion with the enemy?  That's treason, Gregor."

 

"We weren't doing anything!  We were just talking!"

 

"It doesn't matter; you were talking to a Polish national; an enemy of the State."

 

"We've been friends since we were 7; I'm just supposed to quit speaking to him?"

 

"Yes."

 

"This isn't my war!  You're the ones that started it; not me!"

 

"It doesn't matter; you've committed an act of treason."

 

"We were just talking, dammit!"

 

"Then why carry all of those weapons?"

 

"I told you!"

 

"One pistol I could understand; you were armed like you were going into battle.  What were you doing?"

 

"Protecting myself!"

 

"From whom?"

 

"You!"

 

"You require no protection from me.  We're on the same side, Gregor."

 

"No, we're not!"

 

"Have you been passing information to Bruno?"

 

"No!  Where would I even get information?"

 

"Information is all around us.  Are you the one who's been blowing things up?"

 

"No!!"

 

I shook my head at him again.  "I want to believe you, Gregor; but it doesn't look good for you."

 

"I'm telling you the truth, dammit!!"

 

"You're not telling me the whole truth."

 

"I am!  I swear!"

 

"How old are you, Gregor?"

 

"I'm 24."

 

"You've ended your life at a young age; just for a cause."

 

"Cause is all that's worth fighting for…"  He lets out a sob.

 

"Your cause is worth your life?"

 

"Yes.  Why do you fight?"

 

"For my country; for the good of Germany."

 

"You're destroying Germany; and all like you are doing the same."

 

"Germany will always prevail; even with the likes of you fighting against us."

 

"I'm fighting for us!"

 

"How much information have you passed to Bruno?"

 

He didn't say anything.  I looked at him for a few moments, waiting for him.

 

"Take some time and think about your answer; I'm going to go talk to Bruno."

 

"Please don't hurt him.  He wasn't doing anything wrong."

 

"It depends on what he has to tell me."

 

I turned and walked out, heading over to the other shed.  I opened the door and looked in.  Bruno was hanging there, facing the door.  He looked terrified; he'd heard Gregor's screams.  There was a small part of me that pittied them; that understood them as well.  They believed they were doing what they thought was right.  I walked in and stood next to him.

 

"What is your name?"

 

"Bruno."

 

"Bruno, what?"

 

"Bruno Jaworski."

 

"Bruno, how long have you known Gregor?"

 

"Since I was 8."

 

"What is your age now?"

 

"25."

 

"You've lived in Germany before?"

 

"Yes, that's how we became friends; I was here for 10 years."

 

"What were you doing with Gregor yesterday, by the trees?"

 

"Talking to him."

 

"About what?"

 

"The war."

 

"What about the war were you discussing?"

 

"Nothing specific."

 

"We've started off well, Bruno; don't start fucking with me."

 

He looked up at me.  "We were talking about how Germany is going to come crashing down."

 

"Are you a member of the resistance?"

 

"No.  Just two friends, discussing the war."

 

"The papers you were in possession of; they were military documents.  Where did you get them?"

 

"I found them near the trees; I was showing them to Gregor."

 

"Don't lie to me Bruno; I will make your life a living hell."

 

He was quiet for a moment; still looking at me.  "I received them from someone."

 

"From Gregor?"

 

"No.  From a man in Poland; he shows me papers sometimes.  I asked him if I could show those to a friend and he let me have them."

 

"What is the man's name?"

 

"I do not know; he has never told me, and I didn't ask."

 

"Where does he live?"

 

"In Trcziniec I believe; that's where I see him."

 

"Is that where you live?"

 

"I live 10 km south of there; on my family's farm."

 

"That is still quite some way from here; how do you get here to see Gregor?"

 

"I have a horse."

 

"Where have you left your horse?"

 

"In a field tied to a tree; on the other side of the border."

 

"Why not just ride it all the way to meet with Gregor?"

 

"I'm afraid someone will take it from me if they see us here.  There are more people here than where I've left my horse."

 

"How many times have you shown Gregor papers from the man?"

 

"This is the first time I've shown him.  I have told him about the other's I've seen."

 

"How often do you and Gregor meet?"

 

"Usually 2 times a month."

 

"How do you communicate with each other to set a meeting?"

 

"We make plans prior to my going back to Poland."

 

"What if you can't make it for some reason; how do you get word to Gregor?"

 

"I don't.  He just knows that if I don't arrive that I won't be there; and to try the next day."

 

"Do you know if Gregor shares the information you tell him, with anyone?"

 

"No.  I do not know."

 

"Does Gregor ever share information with you?"

 

"No.  We usually just talk about old times, things like that.  We're not meeting to just talk about the war; we're friends."

 

"You have both risked your lives having these meetings; I hope Gregor is a good friend."

 

"He is my only friend."

 

I just look at him.  "Gregor feels strongly that Germany is on the wrong path.  Do you agree with him?"

 

"You've invaded my country, killed thousands, and occupied us; and now you're killing thousands more in Russia.  I agree with Gregor."

 

"If you both believe in this cause of yours, why not join the military and fight?  Why just bitch about it and pass secrets?"

 

"What military?  You've decimated the Polish Army.  Gregor's on the wrong side.  What military are we supposed to join?"

 

He had infallible logic.  "So, you both have ended your lives before you're 30; just to get back?"

 

"Without the belief that what you're doing and what you're fighting for is the right thing; what point is living to an old age?"

 

"But you haven't been fighting; you've been whining and crying about it.  That seems like a large price to pay to vent your frustrations."

 

"We never expected to be in this situation; we were just meeting as friends.  When you meet with a friend to talk about old times, do you expect to get arrested?"

 

"I would if I was meeting a friend from an opposing country.  I know you see me as a thug; as the man on the wrong side.  But I do have respect for what you believe.  I respect any man who will fight for what they believe is right.  You have been careless though; you didn't think about what could happen."

 

"You are right; we were careless.  We will pay for our carelessness; that's a risk we both took.  There is a war on; people are dying all around us, what is two more?  I don't want to die, but I will go to my death with my head high.  I have nothing to be ashamed of."  He still had not broken eye contact with me.

 

I had met SS generals and heads of state that didn't have the character and honor that this man had.  I had never once hesitated to carry out my duties, but I had to think about this.  My father once told me that I have to be able to live with every one of my actions; that if I couldn't do that I had made the wrong decision, and that I would have to answer to God when I was before Him at the end.  I looked at Bruno.  He looked back at me, straight in the eyes.  I held his gaze for about 5 seconds then turned and walked out of the shed; closing the door.  I walked over to Gregor's shed and closed the door without looking in.  I pulled out my packet of cigarettes and lit one; inhaling deeply and holding the smoke for several seconds before exhaling.

 

I had no idea how much time I had before Peter and Wolfy would return with Gregor's father; or when Jan and Hage would return.  I had to think fast.  I knew my duty; I had never once shirked from my duties and I was somewhat ashamed that I was even considering it now.  My duty was to send them to Berlin for final disposition; and I knew what that meant.  I also knew that I would also be committing treason if I let them go.  I would be releasing a Polish national and a German that had admitted to me that he was fighting against the State.  I had never had a suspect that I knew without a doubt was either guilty or innocent; and I acted without hesitation every time.  Until now.  I had two guilty men hanging from meat hooks and I was hesitating over their destiny.  What were they really guilty of?  Treason certainly; but as I had told Bruno, I respected their beliefs; their willingness to do what they believed was right.  I was surrounded by men who only fought because they'd been ordered to by a dim-witted psychopath; and I fought beside them.  In a different time and different place I would fight beside Bruno and Gregor; and I would do it with honor.

 

Were they pulling the rug over my eyes?  I didn't believe it.  I've interrogated too many people to not know when someone was feeding me a line of shit.  Was I willing to risk my career and my life for these two men?  Peter had risked his for Wolfy and me.  I could keep the secret; I was very good at keeping secrets, I had kept my own secret for 33 years.  Could I live with myself if I let them go?  Could I live with myself if I sent them to their certain deaths?  They were both willing to die for what they believed; was I?  I was willing to die for Wolfy, but that's all I knew for sure.  I didn't know if I was willing to die for my beliefs; for what I knew was right.

 

I finished my cigarette and threw it on the ground, stomping it out with my boot.  I walked over to Bruno's shed and went in.  I stood right next to him; looking him in the eyes again.  He held my gaze.

 

"You cannot utter a word when my men get back.  If they hear a Polish accent we're all doomed."

 

"You're releasing us?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Please don't thank me.  I have to live with my actions; just as you do.  I'm trusting you.  I'm trusting you to never tell a soul about the last 24 hours.  I'm trusting you to not take any more actions against Germany; and if you must, do it a lot further north."

 

"I've never taken any action against Germany.  You were right; I do nothing more than whine and cry to my friend about my problems; about this war."

 

"Being in possession and showing those documents was taking action, Bruno."

 

"I've never shared them, or any information I've learned, with anyone but Gregor.  But yes, you're right.  I give you my word I will never see that man again; that I will never share information with anyone."

 

"Would you be willing to lead us to that man?"

 

"For what you're doing for us; yes."

 

"That may just save us all, Bruno; at least the 3 of us.  Germany makes use of many double agents around the world; that's what you will be for now.  But this is between us; and my immediate superior.  You must not speak when my men return."

 

"Yes Sir."

 

"You have to learn to be more careful, as well.  You cannot assume that you're not being watched.  If you must see Gregor then do it with less carelessness."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Do you think your legs will hold you?"

 

"I think they will, yes."

 

"I'm going to get you down from there and we will go over to Gregor and get him down."

 

I moved around him, getting under him and lifted him up; while reaching up to un-hook him.  I finally managed to get the hook from under the leather and I set him down on the floor.  He was still trussed up, so I took my knife out and started to cut the ropes off of him.  I put my knife away and took the harness off, then pulled the ropes out from around his body.

 

"Try standing."

 

I held my hand to him and pulled him up.  He was a little wobbly at first, but once the circulation returned to his legs and feet, he became steadier.

 

"Ready to try walking?"

 

"Let's go."

 

We walked over to the other shed and I opened the door.  I heard Bruno take a sharp intake of breath, but he kept walking.  We walked up next to Gregor and he looked at us with amazement.

 

"You're releasing us?"

 

"Yes, and for once in your life; keep your fucking mouth shut."

 

He nodded his head.  Bruno and I got to work lifting him up to release him from the hook.  Once we had him down on the floor, I repeated the same process of getting him un-tied.  Bruno and I pulled him up to his feet.  When we let go of his hands he grabbed his balls and started massaging them.  I didn't blame him.

 

"You may not want to masturbate for awhile, but they will get better.  Can you walk?"

 

"Yes, I think so."

 

I led them both to the back of the house, where we had thrown Gregor's clothes when we got back yesterday.  I picked his clothes up and handed them to him.

 

"Put them on.  The shorts are gone; you'll have to free-ball it.  You may want to for awhile anyway."

 

He looked at me and frowned a little.

 

"When my men return I 'm going to tell them that your story of just meeting a friend is true; that Bruno confirmed everything you told me; which he did.  None of them have read the documents we found on Bruno, so don't mention them.  They all know you're a mouthy little fuck, so I guess you'll have to be your charming self when they get here; just tone it down a little."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Don't, please.  Like I told Bruno; we all have to be able to live with our decisions in life.  I'm trusting you Gregor; don't let me down."

 

"I won't."

 

"Good man.  I don't want to ever see you again; is that clear?"

 

"Yes."

 

"When they return with the car I am going to drive you both back to where we picked you up.  You do not get your weapons back.  You found those, I'm sure you'll find more.  If you ever use one against me or my men I will blow your head off without hesitation."

 

"You're giving me my life; do you really think I would come back to harm you?"

 

"Just making sure."

 

"Nothing personal, but I don't want to ever see you again, either."

 

"Then we understand each other."

 

The three of us were sitting on the edge of the back porch when the car pulled up.  Peter and Wolfy looked shocked to see us sitting there having a cigarette together; though I was sitting about a meter away from them.  I didn't see anyone in the back seat.  Peter got out and came over to us.

 

"Captain?"

 

"I'm releasing them.  Their story checks out; they were just meeting each other to talk."

 

Wolfy had walked around the car and is standing in front of us by now.

 

"And you believe them?"

 

"Yes, I believe them.  Heidi here confirmed everything dickhead said; and they haven't been able to compare stories since we picked them up.  They're just an older version of Sasha and Erich it turns out."

 

"What about all of dickhead's weapons?"

 

"He was showing them off to Heidi.  I told him we were keeping them."

 

"You can't keep my fuckin' weapons!  I found them and they're mine, asshole!"

 

"Shut up dickhead, before I crush your balls again."

 

"Fuck you.  Those are my weapons!"

 

"Now they're mine."

 

"Asshole…."

 

"Dickhead…."

 

"And you're letting this one go?"

 

"I can't send someone to prison for having a big mouth, Lieutenant."

 

"Well no, but you could wire it shut so nobody has to listen to him."  He grinned.

 

I laughed.  "I couldn't find any wire.  Where is dickhead's father?"

 

"We couldn't find him.  He wasn't at his shop or at home; we drove around the village twice but didn't see his wagon either."

 

"He's probably over at that whore's house getting drunk."

 

"Which whore is that, dickhead?"

 

"I don't know her fucking name; she's just some whore he gets drunk with and fucks, if he can get it up."

 

"I don't know what other attributes you got from your old man; but you sure got his mouth, boy."

 

"I don't want any attributes from that worthless shit!"

 

"Well, you got his mouth."

 

"Fuck you."

 

"Damn, boy; even when you know you've dodged a bullet you keep right on talking.  Just how big are his balls, Captain?"

 

I laugh.  "I could've wrapped my hand around them twice!"

 

"Fuck you; they're probably bigger than yours.  And if I can't get hard because you crushed my fuckin' balls I'm going to get really pissed!"

 

"Yeah, yeah, we know, you like to masturbate; get a new hobby!"

 

"Lick me!"

 

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?"

 

"I can talk whenever I feel like it.  I'm not the one that arrested two innocent people."

 

"Shut up and get in the car before I change my mind."

 

Wolfy looked at me.  "Where are you taking them?"

 

"Back to where we found them; why make it closer for them to get home?"

 

He laughed.  "You want me to come along; keep big mouth quiet?"

 

"Nah, I can handle dickhead; he's just a light-weight with a big mouth.  Just grab his balls and he learns some manners, real fast."

 

Peter and Wolfy both laughed.  I got up and went to the car and got in the driver's seat.  The other two were both sitting in back, Gregor giving me dirty looks so the other two could see him.  When we were around the farmhouse and headed back through the field, I looked behind at them.

 

"You did well, Gregor."

 

"Hey, it was easy; you said to be my usual charming self."  He grinned at me.

 

"I guess if I'd grown up with your father, I'd be a dickhead, too."

 

"You are.  I mean, I appreciate what you're doing, and I'm eternally grateful; but you have to admit, you can be a real ass at times."

 

"You're not the first one to tell me that."

 

"Maybe you should work on it, then."

 

"Are you going to?"

 

"No."

 

I laugh.  "Me, neither."

 

We made the rest of the drive in silence.  I pulled up to the exact spot we'd picked them up at and stopped the car and shut it off.

 

"Get out."

 

They opened their door and got out, me doing the same, and we met in the front of the car.  I leaned back against the fender and looked at them.  I still couldn't believe I was doing this; but I felt inside like it was the right thing.

 

"Bruno, I have men on patrol out here, and I'm not sure where they are at the moment.  You cannot be seen going back across the border.  You will have to stay with Gregor until 10 o'clock this morning.  You can just stay by the trees like you normally do, but don't cross that border until 10."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Gregor, I'm doing this because I believe what you both have told me.  You have to promise me though; you cannot do anything against any German fighting force.  Those men are my comrades, and I'm setting you free.  You both believe in what you're doing; so do those men out on the battlefield.  They are no different than you; they are young men, serving their country, fighting for a cause they believe in."

 

"I don't agree with the war, Herr Captain; but I would never cause harm to a fellow German.  You may not believe me, but I am a very proud German; I love my country very much.  I hate that psychotic, little dictator with an undying passion, but I would never hurt one of my countrymen."

 

"I believe you, Gregor.  That's why we're standing here now."  I looked at Bruno.  "Bruno, do you want Gregor to know what we discussed regarding the man?"

 

"I don't care if he knows; you may talk to me now with him here."

 

"That's what I was asking.  How often do you see the man?"

 

"Only once a month or so; not even that often most times."

 

"Do you search him out; or do you just run into each other?"

 

"I know where he likes to drink; I stop in to see him when I'm in town.  He's not always there and I have no way to find him."

 

"And you're willing to point him out to us; to lead us to him?"

 

"As I said, Herr Captain; for this act of compassion and kindness, I will."

 

"I will need a way to contact you; so I can have someone come and visit you to get more information about where you meet this man."

 

"You cannot do it, Herr Captain?  I trust you; I do not wish to work with someone that would think nothing of sending me to a camp or shooting me."

 

"I cannot, Bruno.  My assignment is here."

 

"Couldn't I just give you a detailed description of the man, and the place he drinks, and you send someone to arrest him?"

 

"That would be sufficient, Bruno.  Is there any way you could get a photograph of the man?"

 

"I don't see how I could do that without making him suspicious.  It's not as though I can walk up to him and tell him I would like a photo of him."

 

"Do you have a camera?"

 

"Yes.  A Leica."

 

"Does it have a changeable lens?"

 

"No, Herr Captain; it is 50 mm."

 

"Do you think it would take a good photograph from across the street?"

 

"Yes, Herr Captain, I have taken many photos from that same distance and they are all legible."

 

"Try to get a photograph of the man coming or going to his watering hole; or anywhere for that matter from about that distance.  Make sure it is of his face.  Do not let him be aware of your presence.  Once you have the photograph, bring me the roll of film."

 

"Yes, Herr Captain.  Do I just walk up and knock on your door?"

 

"That may not be wise.  If I'm not there and you have to speak, it would not be good.  Get the roll of film to Gregor, and he can give it to me."

 

"I will not be arrested coming across the border should one of your men spot me?"

 

"If you are, you will be brought to me anyway.  We will deal with it if it happens; just do not speak to them."

 

"Yes, Herr Captain."

 

"If you get a photograph of the man at his watering hole; get another of the sign in front.  Or the cross streets or street number; anything that would tell us the location."

 

"Yes, Herr Captain."

 

"Gregor, if between now and 10 you are stopped by my men just tell them that Captain Becker knows you and has already spoken to you. I will pass the word to them that you are not to be bothered; that you are working for me.  Only one has never seen you, so that should not be a problem.  Do either of you have any questions?"

 

"No."

 

"Then I will take my leave of you.  And remember; be more careful when you meet."

 

"Yes, Herr Captain; thank you."

 

"Good day."

 

"Good day."

 

I got back in the car and drove back to the farm house, still feeling I'd made the right decision.  I'd risked everything for two men I'd never met before; but I did what I felt was right.  When I got back to the farm house, I parked the car in the back, in front of the sheds, and went inside.  Peter was standing in the kitchen when I walked in the door.

 

"Did you get your prisoner's dropped off?"

 

I grinned.  "Yeah, dickhead complained the whole way; said I could at least take them home for arresting them."

 

"That little one was sure quiet; I guess dickhead does the talking for both of them."

 

"Eh, the little one couldn't talk enough after he'd heard dickhead's screams; but he confirmed his story, so I didn't much care."

 

"I guess we just keep looking."

 

"I guess we do.  We may run into the little one from time to time; he agreed to spy for us.  Much the same deal as I made with Sasha and Erich."

 

He smiled.  "You're just hiring people from all over.  Did he ask for more money than Sasha?"

 

"I didn't give him the chance to ask; I told him I'd pay him 11 RM a week; just like I do Sasha.  He said he had a camera, so I told him to carry it around with him and take photos of anything he thinks looks suspicious."

 

"Is this what you did when you were a detective; hire stool pigeons?"

 

I laughed.  "Damn right, that's what I did.  I got more information from my stoolies than I got from my contacts."

 

"I guess you don't need us then.…"  He grinned at me.

 

"Ah, Peter, are you feeling left out?"

 

He laughed.  "No; just giving you a hard time.  I've read a lot about your cases in Bremen; I've always liked the way you work.  And working with you has been a learning experience."

 

"I've told you, Peter, anytime you want to talk a case with me, please, just start talking.  The only people who like talking shop more than soldiers are cops."

 

He laughed again.  "I've heard that.  Give a cop a cup of coffee and a sweet and you've got his undivided attention."

 

I laughed.  "Hey, be nice now.  Do I look like I eat sweets and sit on my ass?"

 

"No, Willy, I've only ever seen you eat a sweet cake a couple of times.  And God knows, we always seem to have plenty of them around here."

 

I grinned.  "Yes, our 3 growing boys seem to have a remarkable capacity for them."

 

"I've wondered if Gertrud wasn't there, if we would have quite this many.  I think she's the main attraction."

 

"I think you're right.  Though I'm not too sure about Wolfy; he loves his sweets."

 

He laughed again.  "Yes, he does; you might want to keep an eye on him.  He might leave you someday for a sexy, little strudel."  We both started laughing again.

 

"Hey!  It would have to be a really big piece of strudel!"  It was Wolfy, standing in the doorway, grinning big.

 

"Are you just going to start making a habit out of listening in on our conversations?"

 

He flushed red.  "I'm sorry, Willy.  I wasn't spying, I just happened to be coming this way."

 

"I'm just giving you a hard time."

 

"I have a response to that, but I don't want to offend anyone's sensibilities."  He held his hand up and used his other finger to point to Peter.

 

Peter and I burst up laughing.  Peter got him back.  "Wolfy, I would never have taken you for a man that likes cock up his ass.  I've never seen Hage feed you his…."

 

Poor Wolfy; he just stood there, turning 16 different shades of red.  His mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out.

 

I can't resist.  "I guess you've met you match, Wolfy.  Now you know; beware the quiet ones…."

 

Wolfy just looked at Peter in amazement and shock.  "My God, you fight dirty."

 

Peter laughed.  "Never bring a knife to a gun fight, Wolfy."

 

"I'm not 'fighting' you ever again; there's no way to win."

 

Peter smirked.  "Oh, don't let that stop you, Wolfy; there's always a way.  Who knows, you may get me to turn that color some day."  I laughed.

 

Wolfy was still looking at Peter in awe.  "How did you know; about Hage?"

 

Peter grinned.  "As I told Willy, just this morning, I know a great deal about what goes on around here.  I know you spent the night up in Willy's room.  I know about your trip to the back of the barn.  I know about you and Hage.  I know that Hage likes to masturbate while straddling the toilet; which I find disturbing for some reason.  And I know that Jan does it; just as he said he did, in his bed.  I hear his springs every night."

 

"So you spy on all of us."

 

"No, I don't.  I'm observant.  That's the advantage to being the quiet one; people stop seeing you, even when you're right there, because they don't hear you.  And I have excellent hearing.  You should tell Hage to quit moaning so much.  That goes for you too, Willy.  I'm glad you enjoyed your blowjob this morning, but if you don't want the others hearing it; I would put a pillow over my face if I were you."

 

It was my turn to turn red.  "I thought I was being quiet; I was trying to be quiet."

 

"Well, I doubt anyone else heard you, but I did; in my room with the door shut."

 

Wolfy was still just looking at him.  "My God…  It's like living with my mother; I'll never be able to get away with anything."

 

Peter laughed.  "The difference is, Wolfy, for the most part I really don't care what you do.  I don't want to hear these things, I just do.  It's not a turn-on for me to listen to you sucking cock; but I'm stuck listening to it.  I don't want to be walking by the bathroom and see Hage straddling the damn toilet, beating himself senseless, but I had bad timing that morning.  If you don't want me noticing these things, be more careful about how you do them."

 

"So, are you saying you never do any of these things; that we're all just a bunch of perverts?"

 

Peter smirked.  "That's not what I'm saying, Wolfy.  I do these things, too; well, I don't suck cock; and nobody's sucking mine, but I do masturbate.  I just do it when nobody's here.  I'm more careful about things than the rest of you.  Don't worry about it so much.  Men do these things.  This isn't the first time I've lived with a bunch of men.  Hell, I've been in the military for almost 5 years; I've seen and heard it all."

 

"Even so, it's kind of creepy knowing you're hearing everything I do.  Have you tried stuffing something in your ears?"

 

"I don't want anything in my ears.  It wouldn't help you Wolfy; you'll still think I'm hearing you.  If you and Willy want to do something together just wait until I'm out of the house; I can't hear you from 200 meters away.  I might be able to hear Hage, but not you two."   We all laughed.

 

Wolfy was shaking his head.  "It's still creepy.  And if you need someone to suck your cock; talk to Hage, he's pretty good at it."  He grinned at Peter.

 

Peter grinned back at him.  "Yeah, but then you all would know he was doing it; you'd hear him."

 

"I see your point.  I guess you're stuck with your hand; you and Jan."

 

"My hand has been working well for 29 years; I'm pretty happy with it.  And I think Jan's happy with his; he uses it enough."

 

"If I had his dick I'd never let it out of my hands."

 

Peter laughed again.  "He is a well-gifted young man."

 

Wolfy turned to me and started laughing.  He finally brought himself under control.  "When dickhead told you yesterday that he wanted to be hung like a horse; I actually had an image of Jan's cock from the night we made him strip in the tub."

 

"Is that why you started laughing?"

 

"Partly; it was just really funny the way he said it."

 

"Yeah, I have to give him credit; he has very quick wit.  A big mouth; but a quick wit."

 

"You were doing good, too; you even had him smirk and grin a couple of times."

 

"I know; I was amazed.  He was sure I was going to kill him, yet he still maintained his sense of humor."

 

"Damn, I always miss the good stuff.  I'm stuck listening to all of you have sex, but I don't get in on the good stuff."

 

"Don't worry about it, Peter, I'm sure you'll get your chance.  Jan and Hage are due back around 10, correct?"

 

"Yes, Willy, I told them that I needed Hage's help with the listening equipment.  And I would like to get started on it as soon as possible."

 

"Is there something wrong with the equipment?"

 

"No.  Hage was saying that if we re-positioned the antennas we'd be able to hear more from the Polish side.  I told him we needed to get that done as soon as possible."

 

"Wolfy and I could help with that if you want."

 

"I'd rather have Hage do it; he's the radio man.  I'm afraid any of the rest of us would mess something up."

 

"You make a good point.  OK.  I told Wolfy this morning that we'd go buy some more staples; we're running low on potatoes, and a few other things.  I didn't want to leave you here by yourself.

"Afraid I might run around the house naked?"

 

I laughed.  "No Peter, I just always want there to be at least 2 of us here at all times."

 

"I know; I agree with you."

 

I looked at my watch; it was 0941.  I hoped Bruno would get across the border without Jan and Hage seeing him.  I needed both of those two as far away from here as possible.  I needed to destroy those papers that Bruno had as well.

 

"I'll be up in my room.  I have to write a report about dickhead and Heidi."

 

"OK, Willy."

 

When I get to my room I pulled the papers out of my attaché case and look them over again.  The papers were about 2 months old; not very accurate at that point.  It must have been someone stationed in Poland, because both of them were concerning operations there.  I would really like to know how this man in Poland was able to get his hands on them.  I took the papers and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.  I pulled my lighter out and set fire to them, holding them while they burned, until I was about to burn my finger.  I then dropped them in the toilet.  After flushing the toilet, I lit a cigarette to account for the burning smell in the bathroom.  I let the tank refill and flushed again, just to make sure.  Once I return to my room I got started on the report, wondering if I should really tell Oberführer Eckart that I was using Bruno as a double-agent; or if that would blow up in my face.  Just as I was finishing my report, I heard someone walking down the hall towards my room.  I looked up and saw Hage standing in the doorway.

 

"Willy, I'm sorry to disturb you.  May I talk to you for a minute?"

 

"Of course, Hage; what's on your mind?"

 

"Do you mind if I close the door?"

 

"If this is something really private it might be better to go outside.  I've just learned that Peter has hearing like a dog."

 

"Really?  OK; can we go outside and have a smoke?"

 

"Sure.  Let's go."

 

Once we were out back, I kept walking over to the side of the car, looking around to make sure nobody was nearby.  I stopped and turned to Hage.

 

"What's on your mind, Hage?"

 

"May I speak freely?"

 

"I would prefer that you always do."

 

"Jan didn't see them, but I saw those two men that we arrested yesterday; standing out by the trees.  Did you release them?"

 

"I did."

 

"Well, anyway; the shorter one started walking east; heading towards the border.  I didn't get a chance to see if he crossed.  Jan was trying to hurry me up; said he needed to get back to take a crap, but I was really surprised to see the one walking over to Poland."

 

"I sent him there.  He's working for us; just like Sasha and Erich do.  I discovered he spoke the language fluently and decided to use him to gather information from across the border.  I think that whatever's happening over here is coming from there; I need someone over there to confirm it."

 

"Is it safe to use someone who was a suspect not 12 hours ago to spy for us?"

 

"I spent almost 40 minutes with both of them this morning, interrogating them.  I believe their story.  I can't guarantee that anything will come from it, but I've used a lot of people in the past to do the same kind of work.  And it's always been my best source of information."

 

"OK.  I was just really confused about seeing them out there.  Do you think we're ever going to find the people who are doing this?"

 

"Don't lose faith, Hage; it really hasn't been that long.  I've spent close to a year on some cases before they broke; we'll get them."

 

"Do you think it's an organized operation, or just some psycho that likes to blow shit up?"

 

"I would say an operation.  There's evidence of information being passed as well; not just the sabotage."

 

"Well, there hasn't been a sabotage incident in over 3 weeks; maybe they've moved on."

 

"We can't assume that, Hage; we have to find the people responsible for this.  You still haven't heard anything on the radios?"

 

"No.  Peter and I are going to adjust the antennas; see if I can pick up something coming from Poland."

 

"He told me.  All we can do is keep looking, and listening, something will turn up."

 

"OK, Willy."

 

"Wolfy and I are going into town for food.  Is there anything you need; other than Gertrud?"

 

He grinned.  "I think Gertrud just likes all of the attention she gets from us; she's not ever going to go with one of us.  Find out if they have any konfitüre (Marmalade); I haven't had any in ages it seems like.  Other than that, I guess just our usual order."

 

"I don't want Gertrud going out with any of you; so just let her tease you.  I will look for some konfitüre.  I haven't had any in a while either; it sounds good.  OK, you and Peter work on the antennas; get Jan to help.  We will be back as soon as I can get Wolfy away from Gertrud."

 

"He may not be as flirty now that you two are officially together."

 

I chuckled.  "I wouldn't count too highly on that.  Wolfy's sweet tooth knows no bounds; and she's his source."

 

"You may be right.  See you when you get back."

 

We both walked back in the house.  While Hage went in search of Peter and Jan, I went in search of Wolfy.  I found him in his room, bent over again, tying his boots.

 

"I like the view."

 

He giggled and turned around.  "Watch yourself; that's what got us into trouble yesterday."

 

"Eh, I can look now with impunity; besides I love looking at your ass."

 

He blushed a little.  "You like it, huh?"

 

"I love it; it's so round and firm, just makes me want to bury my face in it."

 

He laughs.  "Ewwww.  You would actually stick your face in my ass?"

 

"Don't knock it until you've tried it.  I promise you'll love it."  I grinned at him.

 

"It just sounds so weird; kind of gross."

 

"Well, I would prefer to do it after you've bathed, but it's actually kind of hot."

 

He walked over to me and grinned.  "You're even more of a pervert than I gave you credit for.  You ready to go to the market?"

 

"That's why I came looking for you.  If you have your boots tied, let's go."

 

"All tied."  He looked outside the door and back at me; leaning in for a quick kiss.  "I love you, Willy."

 

I smile.  "I love you, bärchen."

 

We walked out to get the car, passing the other 3 standing at the back of the house, looking up at the antennas.  We waved to them and got in the car, Wolfy driving, and headed to town.  After a 10 minute drive we pulled up in front of the market and got out of the car.  We didn't attract nearly as much attention as we did the first couple of weeks; people were generally ignoring us.  When we walked in, I saw Herr Haidenger near the front of the store.  He gave us a cold glare.

 

"Herr Haidenger."

 

"Herr Captain."

 

"Herr Haidenger, have you seen your son recently?"

 

"Not if I can avoid it.  What do you want with him?"

 

"I met him recently and was just wondering how he's doing."

 

"You're asking the wrong man then."

 

"It was my understanding that he lived with you."

 

"He lives at the shop; leaving when I get in and not returning until I leave.  Good day, Captain."  He marched out of the store.

 

"And fuck you too, asshole." I said under my breath.  Wolfy smirked.

 

"I bet he and dickhead have had some really good times together."  We both laughed.

 

"Keep an eye out for some konfitüre, if you would.  Hage is hungry for some and asked me to look for it."

 

"OK.  Sounds good; I love it, too."

 

"You like anything with sugar in it."

 

"I won't argue with you there."  He grinned at me.

 

We'd learned to carry a basket with us, and we'd got it about 2/3 full when we heard an explosion from somewhere outside.  Wolfy dropped the basket on the floor and we both ran outside.  I looked over to the north and saw a plume of smoke, about 100 meters away.

 

"Son of a bitch!  Let's go!"

 

We both started running, trying to dodge the people that had come out to see what the commotion was all about.  As I was running, I had a terrible knot in my gut; could this be Gregor at work?  It took us a little over a minute to reach the blast site.  I'd been watching to see if anyone was running away from there, and I saw the back of a medium height man running away to the north.  I pointed in his direction.

 

"Wolfy; see that man running to the north!?"

 

He looked.  "Yes!"

 

"You stop and check for injuries; I'm going after him!"

 

"Be careful, Willy"

 

"I will."

 

As I ran past the blast, Wolfy came to a halt; I took note of some of the damage.  It was the well house in front of the feed store, and it was nothing but broken, smoldering lumber at the moment.  I kept running, trying to catch up with the man about 150 meters in front of me.  The only thing that made me happy about it was that I knew it was not Gregor; he was taller than the guy.  Still not catching up to him, he made a quick right turn and headed towards the school.  I looked ahead of him and saw that there were a bunch of students outside, standing around; some playing football (soccor).  The man was heading right for them.  I pulled my Walther out of the holster and fired 2 shots in the air; hoping to get their attention so they would get the hell out of the way.  The game stopped immediately, and they all turned to look my way.  The man was still heading right for them.  I'd finally started to close-in a little; but not before he got to the school yard.  As he reached the students, I was amazed to see about 6 of them run toward him and tackle him to the ground.  It took me another 15 seconds to reach them and I was panting and trying to catch my breath when I stopped.  I have to quit smoking again.  When I reached them, there were then about 10 boys sitting on top of him; one of them was Sasha and he was grinning up at me.

 

"We got him for you, Willy!"

 

"Thanks, Sasha!  Now all of you get away from him; I don't know if he's carrying a gun, or not."  I trained my Walther on him and waited for the boys to scramble off of him.

 

"I have a pistol pointed at your head.  Stand up!"

 

He slowly struggled to his feet, but still facing the other way.  "Turn around and put your hands behind your head, interlocking your fingers!"

 

He brought his arms up while he was turning around.  I didn't recognize him at all.  We'd talked to just about everyone in the village, but I didn't remember this one.  I walked closer to him, my gun pointed right at his face.

 

"Why were you running?"  No response, he just glared at me.  "Why were you running from the explosion?"  Still no response.  I turned to Sasha.

 

"Shasha, go see if you can find me some rope; so I can tie his hands, please."

 

"Be right back, Willy!"

 

I turned to the other boys.  "Do any of you recognize him?"  They all shook their heads no.  A boy about 13 timidly raised his hand.

 

"Yes?"

 

"Is that the man that's been blowing things up?"

 

"I think so; I just chased him from the feed store.  There was a bomb that went off in the well house a couple of minutes ago."

 

"That's what that noise was?"

 

"Yes.  The well house is destroyed."

 

"Are you going to arrest him?"

 

"Yes."

 

He smiled at me and I returned it.  I'd finally managed to catch my breath when Sasha returned with about 2 meters of rope.  It looked like one they use for jump rope.  He handed it to me.

 

"There you go, Willy.  It's the only one I could find; will it work?"

 

I grinned at him.  "Yes, Sasha; any rope will tie a man up."

 

I looked up just then to see Fraü Bauer running, well jiggling, in my direction.  I couldn't seem to pull my eyes from her; it was just incredible to watch her run, her huge tits swaying back and forth like two soccer balls in a potato sack.  I finally managed to break away from the sight, redirecting my attention back to my runner.  I closed the distance between us, while holstering my pistol.  I grabbed his right hand and yanked it behind him and tied one end of the rope around his wrist 2 or 3 times, then yanked his left down and repeat the process.  I was just getting the rope in a knot when Fraü Bauer finally reached us.  She was panting like a steam engine and holding her hands over her tits.  I could image they were probably a little sore by then, from swaying back and forth.  The same boy that asked me about the bomb was talking excitedly to her, while she tried to recover.

 

"Fraü Bauer!!  This is the man who was making the bombs!  This soldier was chasing him and we tackled him for him!  Isn't that great!?  We caught the bad guy!"

 

"That's….. great…. Lucas…."  Pant, pant; steam, steam.  She looked over to me, her face bright red, her breath coming in gasps, but still she managed a smile.

 

"Fraü Bauer, are you going to be all right?"

 

"Yes…. Herr… Haupts… turm… führer…"

 

"Just take deep breathes Fraü Bauer; don't try to talk."

 

She smiled at me again.  I was standing there looking at her, my suspect off to my left just a little, my hands holding him by the ropes.  I felt him try to pull away a little.

 

"I will put 4 bullets in the back of your head before you make it a meter."  He relaxed.

 

Sasha, joined now by Erich, walked over to me.  "Willy, are you here by yourself?"

 

"No, Sasha, Wolfy is at the feed store; checking for anyone who might be hurt."

 

"Did anyone get hurt, Willy?"

 

"I don't know, yet.  Could you boys do a favor though; and go get Wolfy for me?  Tell him to bring the car; just ride back with him."

 

"Sure, Willy."

 

"Thanks."

 

They both ran off heading back to the feed store.  I looked at fraü Bauer again.  She was recovering a little, but still panting.

 

"Fraü Bauer, when you catch your breath, would you please see that these students get back inside the school?"

 

She smiled and nods her head.

 

"I will send Sasha and Erich in as soon as they return with my other man."

 

Smile and nod.  Pant. 

 

I turned to the gathered crowd of students.  "You boys and girls need to go back inside the school now; fraü Bauer will be in shortly."  I turned to the boys who helped me.  "Thank you boys very much.  I really appreciate what you did."  They all smiled at me and I returned it.  There's nothing wrong with a little PR work while making a bust.

 

As the students were heading back inside, I looked back over at fraü Bauer.  She's at least standing erect again, and her breathing is starting to slow a little.

 

"Are you feeling better, fraü Bauer?"

 

"Yes, Herr Hauptsturm… führer.  Ooooo.  Maybe I shouldn't… do that… again."

 

"That may be wise, fraü Bauer; we certainly don't want you falling ill."

 

She smiled at my concern.

 

"Fraü Bauer, if you will excuse me, I will take this man over to the end of the property and wait for my man.  We don't need him standing here like an attraction for the students."

 

"Of course,… Herr Hauptsturmführ…er."

 

I smiled and nodded at her, then pulled my suspect away and led him over to the edge of the property, away from the windows in the front of the building.  I had noticed at least 5 dozen pairs of eyes looking out at us.  I stopped for a moment then decided; 'What the hell, we might as well start walking back.'  I shoved him forward and we started walking; him trying to drag his feet a little.  I shoved him again.

 

"Just walk.  The more you fuck around the madder I get."

 

"Fuck you."

 

Oh man…. Not again….  I slap him upside the head.  We'd walked about 20 meters when I heard an engine at high rpm.  I saw the car come barreling around the corner and heading straight for us.  I hoped the brakes work on the damn thing.  They did, but there were about 3 seconds of my life I'm not sure I'll get back.  Wolfy jumped out of the car and lookd at me.  The boys jumped out of the back seat and came over to us.  I turned to look at them.

 

"Thank you for everything you did boys.  Now get back to class, please.  And don't come out to the farm today; we're going to be busy talking to this man."

 

"Aye Aye, Captain!"  They both saluted, giggled and ran off back to school.

 

I turned back to Wolfy.  "Could you open the back door; let's get this idiot back to the farm."  He was still just looking at me.  "Sergeant…."  He blinked his eyes.  "The door?"

 

"Yes, Boss."  He stepped back and opened the rear door on the driver's side.

 

I yanked my prisoner forward and walked him to the door.  I spun him around and shoved him inside the car, pushing on his gut to make him bend.  He sat on the seat with his feet hanging out on the pavement.  I looked at Wolfy.

 

"Get some more rope out of the trunk."

 

"Yes, Boss."

 

He brought me the rope and I tied the guy's ankles together, then shoved his legs in the car and slammed the door.  I turned back to Wolfy.

 

"Are you OK, Wolfy?"

 

"Yeah, fine; why do ask?"

 

I shook my head a little.  "You were kind of far away for a minute."

 

"I'm sorry.  I was just looking at you, making sure you were really there.  I heard the shots and my heart dropped down into my feet."

 

I smiled at him.  "I'm just fine, bärchen; that was me firing a warning shot.  Was anyone hurt?"

 

"Not seriously.  There was a woman walking about 20 meters away when the explosion went off.  She got knocked on her ass and cut her arm.  She's being taken care of."

 

I smiled at him again.  "That's good.  Let's get back to the farm.  I guess we'll have to come back later for our food."

 

"We could just stop by and get it.  Herr Reinhard packed everything; it's waiting for us.  He came and told me while I was talking to the woman with the cut."

 

"OK then.  Stop by the market first.  If you'll watch this guy I'll go in and pay him for it and bring it out.  Let's go." 

 

I smiled at him again and winked.  He grinned back at me and jumped in the car.  I walked around to the other side and got in next to him.  We pulling up in front of the market again a minute later.  I handed Wolfy my pistol, got out and went inside the market.  When I walked in, Herr Reinhard was standing there, a concerned look on his face, and 4 cloth bags next to him.

 

"Herr Reinhard, I appreciate you doing this for us.  How much do we owe you?"

 

"21 marks, Herr Hauptsturmführer.  Did you catch the man that did this?"

 

"I did.  We will talk to him; find out if he's the one responsible for all of the sabotage.  I will keep you informed, Herr Reinhard."

 

"Thank you, Herr Hauptsturmführer, I appreciate that.  The last several months have been distressing, to say the least, what with never knowing if you're going to be bombed."

 

"I understand, Herr Reinhard; that's why we were sent here.  We need to make sure this man is working alone first, before we can relax any."

 

"Oh, do you think it could be a group of men?"

 

"Unfortunately they work in groups together, more often than not."

 

"Oh, that's not good news, Herr Hauptsturmführer.  I was really hoping this was coming to an end."

 

"Try not to worry too much, Herr Reinhard; we are doing everything we can to find out what's going on.  As I said, I will keep you informed.  If you'll excuse me now, I need to get this man back for questioning.  Thank you again for doing this for us.  I have 4 hungry men out there waiting for this."

 

"Not at all, Herr Hauptsturmführer.  We need to keep you men fed and happy.  Give them my best, Herr Hauptsturmführer."

 

"I will, Herr Reinhard; and thank you.  Oh, one more thing.  My man Hage asked if I would look for some konfitüre, he misses having some with his bread.  I didn't see any on the shelves.  I was wondering if you knew where I might get some; perhaps one of the local women make it themselves, and I could buy some from her."

 

"Of course, Herr Hauptsturmführer, but you don't need to go anywhere; I have some here.  I keep it behind the counter.  Some of the local boys like to walk out with it.  I will get it for you."

 

"Thank you, Herr Reinhard; I appreciate it greatly."

 

He came back with the jar and placed it in one of the bags.

 

"Now, what does that bring the total to, Herr Reinhard?"

 

"With my complements, Herr Hauptsturmführer.  You tell your man, Hage, he's welcome to as much as he wants.  He's a nice, young man; I like him.  He's always so polite."

 

"I expect nothing less from all of them, Herr Reinhard.  Thank you again."  I count out the money and hand it to him.  He smiled and accepted it.  "I will tell Hage that the konfitüre is with your complements."

 

He smiled.  "Please do, Herr Hauptsturmführer; and have a good day."

 

"You as well, Herr Reinhard."

 

I grabbed the 4 bags and left the store.  I walked around back and put them in the trunk.  I didn't want our suspect anywhere near our food.  I got back in the car and we set off for the farm.  As we're driving along Wolfy handed me my pistol back, and I put it in my holster.

 

"I thought an officer was never supposed to give his sidearm to anyone?"

 

"This was a special case.  It's much easier to turn and shoot him with a pistol than a machine gun, isn't it?"

 

He grinned.  "You make a good point.  I was just a little surprised; I've never held an officer's gun before."

 

I smirked.  I looked over at him and watched his face slowly turn red.  He never looked at me, but I could see the grin form on his face.  We got back to the farm and parked in back; right in front of the sheds.  I guessed one of them would be occupied again.  I opened the door and got out.  I looked up to the roof to see if anyone was up there, but I didn't see them.  The ladder was still there though.  I yelled out for anyone.  A blond head popped up on the roof and looked down at me.  It was Hage.

 

"We have a new prisoner, Hage; I need some help down here.  Where are Peter and Jan?"

 

"Peter's up here with me; Jan is at the radio."

 

"I'll get Jan; just stay up there."

 

I left Wolfy with our suspect and walked in to get Jan.  He was sitting at the radio with the earphones on.  I walked over next to it and got his attention.  He pulled the earphones off and looked at me.

 

"We have a new prisoner; I need your help out back, please."

 

"Of course."  He jumped up and followed me back outside.

 

I walked to the driver's side and opened the back door.  Jan and Wolfy were standing back about a meter, on either side of me.  I bent down and pulled the guy's feet out, then reached in and grabbed the front of his shirt and pull him up.  He spit on me.  I brought my knee hard into his balls, dropping him to his knees.  He screamed out.  I looked down at him.

 

"Spit on me again and I will cut your dick off."

 

"Mphft.  Fuck you…."

 

Jan hands me his handkerchief and I wipe the spit off my face.  "Thanks."

 

"He's going to be a fun one…."

 

"He's going to be a dead one."  I looked at Jan and grinned.

 

The three of us all got behind him, and I yanked him up to his feet using the ropes.  He screamed out again in pain from the ropes.  I shoved him forward over to the first shed, running him into the door kind of hard.  Damn, I hate it when the brakes fail.  I looked over at Jan again.

 

"Search him; I didn't get a chance."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

I held my hand on the back of the guy's head while Jan patted him down.  When he was done patting him down, he looked at me.

 

"He's clean."

 

"Thanks."  I have an idea; it seemed to work well with Gregor.  "Un-tie his boots and take them off."

 

He bent down and took the guy's boots off, chucking them over by the car, each one bouncing off a tire.  He stood back up.  I turned to Wolfy.

 

"I need your expert harness tying skills again.  They're still inside the shed."

 

Once Wolfy has the harness on him I pulled my knife out and started cutting the guy's shirt off, making sure to work from behind him.  I yanked his shirt out from under the harness and throw it to the car.  I reached around in front of him and un-did his pants, then yanked them down to his ankles.  He's free-balling it and I really don't feel like bending down next to his ass to pull his pants off.  I'll wait until we have him hanging up.  I yanked him away from the door and Jan opened it for me.  I shoved the guy inside and lined him up with the hook in the ceiling.  Jan and I lifted him up while Wolfy guided the hook onto the harness.  I turned to Jan and winked.  We just pulled our arms out and he dropped down about 14 cm and stopped with a loud grunt.

 

"Mother fucker!"

 

"Shut up; you're lucky I haven't slit your wrists."

 

"Fuck you, pig!"

 

I tapped Wolfy and Jan on the shoulder and we all step outside.  Wolfy looked at me and grinned.

 

"We're going to just leave his pants around his ankles?"

 

"Remember dickhead's mess this morning?"  I grinned at him.

 

"Understood."  He laughed.  "I don't want to do that again."

 

"Let's leave him hanging around while we take the food inside."

 

They both laughed and followed me to the trunk of the car to get the bags out.  As we were carrying the bags in, I yelled up to Hage.

 

"Hage!!  I got a present for you!"  He popped his head up again.  "Herr Reinhard sent you some konfitüre, with his complements.  He said to tell you that he keeps it hidden and you're welcome to as much as you want!  He says you're a good boy!"  Hage laughed.

 

"That's great!!!  Tell Wolfy to stay away from it!!"

 

"I will!   Get back to work!"

 

"Yes, Boss!"

 

I walked inside and set the bag on the floor next to the counter.  Jan and Wolfy were already putting things away.  I look at both of them.

 

"There is a jar of konfitüre in there somewhere.  Please save it for Hage; I got it for him.  He can share if he wants."

 

They both grinned at me.  Jan started.  "Konfitüre!!  Really?  Hage's just shit out of luck, Willy."

 

Wolfy turned to me, smiling.  "That's no lie!  Where did you find it; I looked all over?"

 

I'm shaking my head at them.  "Herr Reinhard keeps it hidden.  I'm not joking guys.  I got that special for Hage; it's his."

 

Jan pipes up.  "Where's our something special?"  He grinned at me.

 

I smirked and grinned.  "Yours is behind your zipper."  He blushed and Wolfy laughed.  "Really though, if you guys want something special, just tell me; I will do what I can to get it.  Hage told me he wanted konfitüre, so I got him some.  Communication, guys!"

 

Jan's still a little pink.  "OK, Willy; that's fair.  Well, not the zipper comment, but telling you what we'd like to have."

 

"You're right, Jan.  I'm sorry I said that; it was out of line.  It just popped into my head and I spit it out.  But yeah, just tell me if you want something special and I will get it if I can."

 

He grinned.  "I know you're all just jealous of my dick; I can live with that."

 

I couldn't let that pass.  "From what I understand, you abuse it every night.  It's going to be worn out before you're 30."  I grinned at him.  He turned bright red and Wolfy and I laughed.

 

He recovered well.  "Well, I don't have Wolfy sucking it; I have to take care of myself!"

 

"Whip it out, big boy!"  Wolfy gave him a lecherous grin.

 

"Yesterday you were trying to kill me, and today you want my dick in your mouth; make up your fucking mind."

 

"I have; pull it out."

 

Jan blushed again.  "I'm not letting any man near my dick.  Go suck his if you need some dick."

 

I had to bring it to a stop.  "OK, boys, let's finish putting everything away and go talk to our new guest."

 

"Oh, sure, let him get the last word in."  Wolfy grinned at me.

 

"He just took it personally when I told you to suck his."

 

"I did.  Now put this crap away."  They both laughed.

 

I grinned at them, then turned around to walk back outside.  I was standing on the edge of the porch and pulled out my pack of cigarettes.  Just as I was getting one to my lips I stopped and looked at it.  That was why I was panting like fraü Bauer when I was chasing that dumb son of a bitch.  I put it back in the pack and toss the pack over my shoulder, hearing it hit the windows behind me.  I stepped off the porch and walk over to the shed housing my prisoner.  I open the door and look in.  He jerks his head up and glared at me.

 

I grinned at him.  "Just hanging around, huh?"

 

"Fuck you, dirt bag!"

 

I heard feet running up behind me and turned around; it was Wolfy and Jan and they were both grinning as they came to a screeching halt next to me.  Wolfy recovered first.

 

"Did we miss anything; you were supposed to wait for us."

 

I laughed.  "Nah, I just asked him if he was just hanging around and he told me, 'fuck you, dirt bag.'"

 

They both laughed, then Jan grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.  I looked at him like he'd lost his mind.  He pointed to the shed and I turn around.  The idiot was pissing, trying to reach the door with it.

 

"Yeah!  There you go fucker; piss on you!!!"

 

I looked at him.  "Enjoy it while you can still do it that way."

 

"Fuck you, asshole!  You come anywhere near me, and I'll piss all over your sorry ass."

 

"Where do you think you're going to come up with more after that runs dry?  You think I'm going to give you something to drink, dumb fuck?"

 

He bore down, trying to stop the flow; he wanted to save some for later.  The three of us started laughing.  He seemed to be having a hell of time getting it to stop; it kept spritzing out.  That just made the three of us laugh more.  He finally got it to stop and the three of us had quit laughing.  I looked at him again.

 

"I have all the time in the world, dumb fuck.  You're going to have to piss again before I'm even starting to worry about you.  And when you're all pissed out I will come in there and rip your balls off."

 

"Go shit yourself, asshole!"

 

I grinned and turned to the other two.  "That's one I've never heard before; he's an original!"  They both laughed.  I turned back to him.

 

"So are you done fucking around yet?  I need some questions answered."

 

"Fuck you."

 

"Maybe later.  If you're a good boy, and answer my questions without lying to me."  I grinned at him.

 

"Faggot!"

 

"You're the one that said you wanted to fuck me."

 

"That's not what that means, asshole!  Go back to that school and learn something!"

 

"I spent 4 years at university; I'm sick of school.  This is more fun.  Now, are you going to answer my questions, or do I have to listen to you scream while I hurt you?"

 

"Do your best, asshole; I'm not saying anything!"

 

I smiled.  "Oh, they all say that in the beginning…  But they never seem to be able to keep their word to me."

 

"I'm tougher than I look, asshole!"

 

"A lot of them have said that, too; guess where they are now?"

 

"I don't give a fuck where they are.  Go fuck yourself!"

 

"Make up your mind.  I can't fuck myself and shit myself at the same time."

 

"You're a fucking dick!"

 

"You don't know the half of it; dirt bag.  Now answer my fucking questions."

 

"You haven't even asked one; shit for brains.  You sure you went to university, dumb ass?"

 

"Yes, but everything I needed to learn for you they taught me at SS training.  Why did you set that bomb off in the well house?"

 

"Blow me!"

 

"I really do enjoy playing with a prisoner; for a little while.  I have a very short fuse, asshole; and it's about to run out."

 

"Blow me!"

 

I ran in at him and grabbed his balls, pushing his dick to the side with my thumb in case he started pissing again.  He screamed out in agony.  I squeezed harder.  He screamed louder and started thrashing around.  All that did for him was to pull his nuts harder against my hand.  He screamed out even louder, but he quit thrashing as hard.  I wrapped my index finger and thumb around the top of his nut sack and brought my other hand up and slap his balls really hard.  He screamed the loudest yet, and then he passed out.  I let go of him and walked back outside.

 

Wolfy looked at me, grinning.  "I guess he's not as tough as he thought; he passed out like a little girl."

 

"They're never as tough as they say they are."

 

"I'm starting to get a little worried.  This is the second guy in two days whose balls you've played with.  You haven't even played with mine yet; I'm going to start getting jealous pretty soon."

 

Jan just lost it.  I'd never seen him laugh like that.  He was actually kind of cute when he laughed.  It took him about 20 seconds to pull himself together.  Wolfy and I were just looking at him, grinning.  He looked at us and blushed.

 

I smirked.  "All better, Jan?"

 

"Oh, Fuck… that was funny!"  He was still blushing a little.

 

"We're here for the rest of the evening; don't forget to tip your waiter."

 

He laughed again.  "Oh, fuck…  You're still an ass…."  He laughed again.

 

"I have no plans to stop.  Pull yourself together, boy; we have work to do."

 

He looks at me and smirked.  I turned to Wolfy, a shit-eating grin on my face.  "Grab a piece of rope out of the car and cut me a piece about 25 cm in length, please."

 

"OK." 

 

He jogged over to the car and opened the trunk to get the rope.  He was back with a 25 cm piece in about 30 seconds.  I took it from him and went back in the shed.  While dipshit was still passed out, I tied it around the top of his nut sack, using a slip knot so I could just pull on it to make it tighten.  I walked back outside and looked at Wolfy with another shit-eating grin.

 

"There you go bärchen (little bear).  I won't have to touch his balls anymore; just pull on the rope."

 

Jan burst up again and Wolfy turned red.

 

"Too bad we don't have a riding crop.  Those are great for smacking someone's balls with; a real attention getter."

 

Jan, still laughing a little, rans off, heading to the barn.  Wolfy looked at me; a shy grin on his face.

 

"That was cold, Willy.  It was good, but it was cold."

 

"I'm sorry liebe; I'm just having a little fun.  Tell you what; I'll make it up to you later.  I'll play with your balls until your cock spits in my face."

 

He smiled.  "Oh!  Fuck!  Speaking of… We missed our date behind the barn."

 

"We did; huh?  That's not good.  It's this dirt bag's fault, too.  I'll have to make him pay for it; he kept me away from my man."  I looked into his eyes.  "I'd really love to kiss you right now."

 

"I'd love to kiss you.  We have to play nice, though."

 

I groaned.  "I know….  It sucks though.  Part of me says they need to get used to it.  The other part says we could be on a train heading to Berlin, to be shot, if it weren't for their understanding.  I'll be good."

 

"We'll make up for it later, liebe; I promise."  He smiled at me and turned to look in the shed.

 

While Wolfy was looking in the shed, I heard Jan running back to us.  He was carrying a riding crop with him and I started laughing.  Wolfy turned to look at me and then looked where I'm looking and smirked.  Jan got up to us and handed me the riding crop.

 

"Is this what you meant, Willy?"

 

"That's exactly what I meant.  See the little piece of leather at the end, the one that looks like a small paddle?  How would you like to have your nuts smacked with that?"

 

"Oh, fuck no!  That would hurt like hell."

 

I grinned at him.  "It does, believe me.  Makes a man say most anything you want him to say."

 

He shook his head and smirked.  "I say again; you are a true ass, Willy.  I'm glad you're on my side."

 

"Me, too, Jan.  Now let's see if dumb fuck is awake yet.  If he's not this would certainly do it.  Thanks for getting it."

 

"No problem, Willy.  I've heard about your interrogations; I wanted to see one."

 

"They're not as bad as people make them sound, Jan.  Things get blown out of proportion."

 

"That's OK, I still want to watch; if that's OK."

 

"Suit yourself."

 

I walked into the shed, leaving Wolfy and Jan standing at the door.  I walked up to dumb fuck and looked at his face.  He was slowly starting to come around.  He began moaning as he was waking up.  I give him another 10 seconds to pull himself together.

 

"Wake up, tough guy; you fucking passed out on me."

 

Still groggy.  "What happened?"

 

"You told me you were tough and then you passed out."

 

"My fuckin' balls hurt, man; what did you do to me?"

 

"Just playing a little ball; you'll live."

 

"Fuck you."

 

"That's what started it, dumbass; you really want to go back there?"

 

"What's that I feel on my fucking balls?"

 

"It's a rope, tied around the base of your nut sack."  I pulled the crop up to his eyes.  "And this is a riding crop.  The two together make for some pain, the likes of which you've never felt before."

 

"What good will that do you, if I just pass out?"

 

"It will make you pass out; but it will bring you back, as well."  I grinned at him.

 

He just looked at me.  I grinned at him some more.  He started to hock.

 

"Ask yourself if you should do that." 

 

I pulled my head away just in case, but he spit anyway.  He missed and I peeked my head back.  I grinned at him then walked around so I was looking at his crotch.  I grabbed the end of the rope and brought the crop up on the bottom of his balls as hard as I could.  The scream was unlike any I've heard in a long, long time.  He hadn't passed out, though.  He was screaming and moaning and panting.  All while looking at me with pure hatred in his eyes; though it was hard to see clearly through the tears pouring out.  It took him several minutes to pull himself together.  I just stood there, looking at him.  I'd heard an "oh fuck…" behind me when I'd done it, but I still hadn't turned away from his eyes.  I want him to see that I was serious, and I was not going to play with him anymore.

 

"Are you going to try spitting on me again?"  He shook his head no, but didn't say anything.  "Are you going to answer my questions?"

 

"I can't."

 

Not a good answer.  I brought the crop back up on his balls, though not as hard.  He screamed out again, then started sobbing and panting.  He was hyperventilating a little and the tears were just streaming down his face.  It took him another 2 minutes to bring himself together, and I'd yet to break my gaze at him.  I shook my head at him when he caught my gaze.

 

"Let's try this again; perhaps you didn't hear me with all of your screaming.  Are you going to answer my questions?"

 

He didn't say anything, just looked at me, the tears still pouring out.  He choked out a sob about every 2 or 3 seconds, but those were the only sounds coming out of his mouth.  That was not what I had in mind.  I brought the crop back up, lightly, just swatting his balls.  He screamed again and started panting really hard.  I give him about 10 seconds to recover.

 

"Are you going to answer my questions?"

 

He's decided to play tough guy again.  "Do it again, mother fucker; I liked it!"

 

"Once your balls go numb and you don't feel the pain anymore, I will shove a large stick up your ass, and we'll begin again."

 

I'd never changed the cadence or inflection of my voice.  I was having a normal conversation with him; letting him decide how he wanted  to proceed.  He was quiet; thinking over what I've said.  He was trying to decide if he wanted to be fucked with a large stick.  I guesses that he did.

 

"Fuck you.  Do it again!"

 

I didn't move any other part of my body, just my wrist, bringing the crop back up under his balls, very hard.  He screamed almost as loudly as the first time; it was making my ears hurt.  He screamed for about 20 seconds continuously, panting and sucking air.  He was blowing snot out of his nose and the tears were pouring over his face again.  Just as he startd to hyperventilate, he passed out.  I came around him and check his pulse; it was very fast, but that was better than none at all.  His chest was heaving and he was breathing, but the rest has stopped.  The only sound in the shed was his breathing.  I turned and walked out, finding I had a bigger audience.  Hage and Peter had joined us.  Jan was the first to speak.

 

"Damn…. You don't fuck around, do you?"

 

"I don't like having my time wasted."

 

"Is he going to live?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Are you really going to shove a stick up his ass?"

 

"Yes."

 

He just looked at me; not really sure he heard me right.

 

"Jan, I always keep my word.  I told him I would do it, and I will.  If he ever detects any weakness from me I'm screwed."

 

"Won't that kill him?  Or at least rupture something up inside?"

 

"No, it won't kill him.  It will make him bleed, but not enough to kill him.  And it may or may not rupture something.  It depends on how deep I go and what I do with it when it's in there.  I've only had to do that twice before.  And both times, if you just press down on their prostate they go into super panic mode and start talking."

 

"Just the idea of having someone come at my ass with anything would have me in super panic mode.  And I'd talk like I've never talked before."

 

"That's usually the way it plays out.  He's tougher than I gave him credit for; we'll see.  I'm going to go find me the perfect stick."

 

I turned and walked towards the barn.  I remembered from my rendezvous with Wolfy the previous night that there was a bunch of wood back there.  As I was walking, I heard someone jogging up behind me.  I stopped and turned around; it was Wolfy.  He caught up with me.

 

"Hi."

 

I grinned.  "Hi, bärchen!"

 

He smiled.  "Thought I'd tag along, if that's OK."

 

"I'll go anywhere with you."

 

He smiled bigger.  We continued walking to the back of the barn.  I'm sure the others thought we were going to do something back there, but I really didn't care what they thought.  I got to where we were last night and started looking around on the ground for my stick.  Wolfy was standing about 2 meters away, looking as well.  It took me about a minute to find what I was looking for; a stick about 30 cm long and about 10 cm in circumference.  It's probably about the size of a pretty large cock.  Take Jan's length, add a few cm; and Wolfy's girth and head for the holy land.  It's a little jagged on the end; a broken branch from a tree.  I can use my knife to smooth it out a little.  I hold the stick up to Wolfy and smile.

 

"Do you think he'll enjoy this?"

 

"Would you?"

 

I smirked.  "If it were you I would."

 

He laughed.  "It's about the right thickness, but sorry, liebe, I'm not that long; go talk to Jan."

 

"It's kind of a combination of you and Jan together, don't you think; just a little longer?"

 

"Well, we've never seen Jan hard; maybe it is that long."  He grinned.

 

"You could be right.  But I don't care about Jan's hard-on; come here."

 

He walks over to me, grinning a little.  I grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss, sliding my tongue in his mouth.  We both moaned.  He put his left hand on my hip and just rested it there, holding the kiss for about 20 seconds.  I let his head go and pulled back about a half a meter.

 

"I needed that.  Thank you, liebe."

 

He smiled.  "Anytime!"

 

I was still carrying the riding crop, and when Wolfy turned to walk back, I smacked him on the ass with it.  He squealed and jumped, then turned around and shook his finger at me, smiling.  We walked back out from behind the barn; the rest of them were still standing around in front of the open shed.  I held my new stick up when we reached them.  Everyone's eyes get kind of big.

 

"Holy shit!"

 

"What?  I figured it was about the same size as you, Jan."

 

He blushed bright red.  "I'm big, but not that fuckin' big."

 

"Eh, I was just guessing.  I think he'll like it."

 

"Are you going to smooth it out any?"

 

"Yeah, a little on the end."

 

I pulled my knife out and started hacking the pointy crap off the ends, all of them just watching me work.  It took me about 5 minutes to get it the way I liked it.  I put my knife away and hold it up again.

 

"Better?"

 

Peter smirked.  "I don't know about better, but a little less raged.  I still wouldn't want to feel it in my ass."

 

I can't let it go.  "So there is something you'd like to feel in there?"

 

He blushed bright red.  Wolfy hooted and whistled; the other two laughed out loud.

 

Poor Peter was just standing there, still red, shaking his head.  "Oh….. That was hitting below the belt, Willy.  Trying to get back at me because your boy can't do it?"

 

"Not at all.  I just couldn't let it pass, Peter.  You set yourself up way too well to not jump on it."  I grinned at him.  He smiled back at me.

 

"OK.  You win that one."  He turns to Wolfy, grinning.  "That's how it's done!"  We all laughed.

 

"OK, back to work."  I turned and walked into the shed, taking up my position in front of his crotch.

 

He was still out, but I had plenty of time, so I just stood there, looking at him.  I am a pervert, so I took a peek at what he was 'working with'.  Not bad.  Probably about the same size as me, just a little thicker.  I could see that his balls hung much lower, but at the moment, they were in recovery and trying to pull up into his ass.  I looked back up at his face.  I guessed he was around 25 or 26 years old.  Brown hair and a beard and mustache, a few acne scars, but nothing major.  I don't remember what color his eyes were, and they were closed at the moment.  He was about the same build as Jan, but he had skinny legs.  He was still out cold so I walked around behind him.  I might as well check out the ass I was about to invade.  Not bad at all.  It was firm, with a pretty nice roundness to it, and hairy along his crack; but no hair on the cheeks.  I had nothing better to do at the moment.  I saw him stir a little so I walked back around to the front.

 

He started coughing, spitting up a little blood in the process.  When he'd finished coughing, he opened his eyes and looked at me.  His eyes were kind of glazed over and it was easy to see that he'd been crying at some point.  I noted that they  were blue.  I smiled at him and held up my stick in my left hand; and the riding crop in my right.  His eyes tried to focus on the objects I was holding up, and once they did, he looked back at me; a little fear was in his eyes.

 

"Welcome back.  I brought you a present."

 

He said nothing, just looked at me, then at the objects in my hands, and then back at me.

 

"Not feeling like talking yet, huh?"

 

Silence.  He started coughing again, spitting up more blood.  When he was done, he looked back at me.  "How can you do this to another human being?"

 

"How can you blow up things that might get them killed?"

 

"There's never anyone around when the charge goes off; I make sure of it."

 

"Tell that to the woman who got knocked on her ass this time.  It could have killed her."

 

"She came out of the shop; I wasn't expecting her.  But you're doing this on purpose; up close and personal, and you're enjoying it."

 

"I'm not enjoying it.  And you set off charges on purpose.  Who are you to tell me I'm being cruel?"

 

"All SS are cruel; you're living up to your master's wishes."

 

"I'm not cruel.  I don't enjoy doing this.  I'm doing this to convince you to answer my questions.  If you would have just answered my questions I would never have started."

 

"You will still kill me in the end, so what's the point in answering questions?"

 

"I will not kill you; that's not for me to decide.  I will send you to Berlin where you will answer for your crimes.  I'm just investigating."

 

"So I'm guilty until proven innocent; is that it?"

 

"I wasn't sure of that before; but you just admitted to me that you always check for bystanders before setting off the charge.  You just admitted your guilt."

 

He became quiet again.  I give him about 10 seconds before firing another question at him.

 

"What is your name?"

 

"Jakob."

 

"Jakob, what?"

 

"Just Jakob."

 

"Where are you from?"

 

"Everywhere."

 

"Don't fuck with me, Jakob; I don't like people wasting my time."

 

"I move around a lot."

 

"Are there more like you; that blow shit up?"

 

"There are about 10 of us working in this region."

 

"Names?"

 

"I don't know them.  I was told not to give mine and not toask others."

 

"Told by whom?"

 

"The man in charge; I don't know his name either."

 

"You work for someone yet you don't know his name.  Isn't that taking too much on faith?"

 

"He pays me well; I don't give a fuck what his name is."

 

"How much?"

 

"300 marks for each explosion."

 

"So, you're nothing more than a gun for hire; you have no personal interest in this other than money."

 

"Money is all that matters now.  Germany will fall and I will have money while I'm living in South America."

 

"Not a lot; you work kind of cheap if you ask me."

 

"It pays better than that uniform you're wearing."

 

"Depends on how many bombs a month you set off."

 

"Generally 3 or 4 a month; I average about 1000 marks a month."

 

"The uniform pays better."

 

"Maybe, but I'm not becoming a fucking Nazi and wearing a black uniform just to make some money."

 

"It's grey.  So you don't like the Nazi's; you do have some motivation other than money."

 

"I don't set a charge thinking I'm killing Nazi's.  I set one knowing I have another 300 marks in my pocket."

 

"You're a German citizen?"

 

"Yes.  From Munich."

 

"You realize you're guilty of treason and attempted murder, right?"

 

"Until an hour ago I didn't care."

 

"But you care now; now that you're going to prison and never get to spend that money?"

 

"Who wouldn't?  And I think I'm smart enough to know that I won't be going to prison.  I'll be dead by the end of the week."

 

I shrug my shoulders.  "More than likely.  Do you ever pass or receive information with anyone from Poland?"

 

"No.  A man finds me, tells me the target, and I do my thing."

 

"Where do you stay?"

 

"In barns, or out in fields."

 

"Where are your explosives and money; we didn't find any money on you?"

 

"Stashed."

 

"Where?"

 

"In some field."

 

"Take me there."

 

"No."

 

"What difference does it make to you now?  You afraid I'm going to take your money and keep it?  You won't need it anyway."

 

"I've answered your questions; that's all you said you wanted."

 

"You only answered because you're afraid of getting fucked with a stick."

 

He rolls his eyes.  "Wouldn't you?"

 

"Most likely.  You'll be on a train to Berlin within the next 2 days.  Enjoy your stay here."

 

"Just hanging around, huh?"

 

I laugh.  "Afraid so.  I will feed you, since you answered my questions.  If you spit or piss on me, or one of my men, I will use the stick without hesitation."

 

"I guess telling you what you can do with that stick will get my balls whacked; but you can imagine."

 

I smiled.  "I think I can.  Sweet dreams."  I turned to leave.

 

"Wait!  Any chance you could give me something for my balls?"

 

I laugh.  "You want me to rub them and make them feel better, or what?"

 

He rolls his eyes again.  "Actually that would probably feel good; but no, I was thinking more like a salve or something.  Please."

 

"My God; he does know the word.  I don't have anything here that will help them.  Only time will help them.  I will take the rope off though."

 

"Thank you.  No chance of a rub while you're there?"

 

"Don't push it."

 

"You had them in your hand anyway; what's the difference?  Besides, you did it."

 

"I'm not rubbing your balls, dickhead."

 

"No harm in asking."

 

"It depends on who you ask; you could've ended up missing them."

 

I moved back around and pulled the rope off his balls; giving them a quick rub.  I'm still a pervert.  I looked at his face while I did it, and he gave me a small grin.  I took the rope and walked back out of the shed, closing the door behind me.  My men were still standing there.

 

"Is the radio operational, Hage?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Send a message; tell them we need transport for one; report to follow in one hour."

 

"Yes, Sir, I'm on it."  He turned and ran to the house.

 

"Peter, I'd like you to spend some time with our prisoner later.  Let him relax for a while first; then take him some food and make like a friend and see if you can get some names or locations from him.  He's pretty much accepted he's about to die; he may be more willing to talk to someone who hasn't hurt him."

 

"Yes, Sir.  I'll give him about an hour to recover a little."

 

"Thanks.  Jan and Wolfy; please get some lunch going; I'm fucking starving.  I'll be in my room writing the report."

 

"Yes, Boss."  They both took off at a trot for the house.

 

I tossed the rope, stick and riding crop over to the side and walked to the house.  I saw my cigarettes lying on the floor beneath the window.  I looked at them for about 10 seconds, then reached down and grabbed them, shoving them in my pocket and going in the house.  By the time I reached the end of the hall, at my room, I had one going.  I sat at the big, roll top desk and wrote my report.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/30/12