Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 8  

I thought I would arrive first, but when the train pulled into Karlsruhe, Billy was waiting on me. Fuck, he looked great! Dressed in uniform, looking sexy as hell in his combat boots….well, if I hadn’t already left Stucker at the gate back in Gelnhausen, I would’ve left him there in that train station. We met each other in a big bear hug.

“Fuck, its good to see you again,” he gushed with his wide smile and those big innocent eyes sparkling. “I got us a place, just a few blocks away,” he added as he picked up his bag.

I almost asked him why he was carrying such a large bag; I’d brought only an overnight, with my shaving gear and a change of shorts and T-shirt.

“You wanta go there now, or go sight seeing,” he asked.

“I’m pretty much looking at the sights I came to see, right now,” I said.

“You’re fuckin’ horny, that’s all,” he said, laughing.

“Like you’re not,” I scoffed.

“Ohh, Mann, are you kidding?” he said, more seriously.  “I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”  I realized I’d lied the moment the words were out of my mouth, but I didn’t mention Stucker.

So we headed for the hotel where he had a room for us. It was small, but built like a fortress, with rooms on three floors. It was typical old-world German, with heavy drapes and massive furniture. The bed looked like it could be rolled into battle.

“Nice,” I said.

“Yeah, and it’ll muffle the noise,” Billy said.

“Are you planning on making a lot of noise?” I joked.

He laughed.

We were both horny and anxious so we didn’t waste any time getting out of our clothes. Our eyes were glued to each other as we undressed.

“Damn, I’ve been dreaming about this,” Billy said.

“I haven’t given it a thought,” I joked.

“Right. Like you could forget my butt that easily,” he scoffed. “Hey, did you happen to bring poppers? I couldn’t get any.”

“Yeah, I’ve got some.”

I didn’t know what was going down; I thought I would let Billy lead the way and I would just be there. I couldn’t have imagined where he would take me; or just how I would be there for him. Literally, for him. Not what I’d planned. I was naked first, and I sprawled out on the bed with my arms thrown above my head to watch Billy. He stripped down to his briefs and went into the bathroom. He spent a long time in there; long enough that I was ready to go check on him. When he came out, he gave me the surprise of my life; the first of many surprises that night.

He was wearing tight, short, grayish-green leather belted shorts and his combat boots and a German officers hat. The shorts were made with a leather pouch that looked like it could be unsnapped or unzipped to reveal and free its contents. On the belt were several pairs of handcuffs and a leather-covered night stick, and he had a pair of opened cuffs in his hand and a sports water bottle in the other. He took a long swig of the water. A leather harness thing adorned his upper body with heavy metal studs that glistened in the soft light. The thing that really got me; around his right arm, he wore a swastika band.

“Geezusss, Billy, what’s that all about?” I said, eyeing the swastika. It gave me chills, but they were the wrong kind of chills. Confusing.

He smiled as he drank some more then set the bottle down and came toward the bed.

 “You didn’t know it, but you’re my prisoner,” he said as he deftly snapped the cuffs around my right wrist and to the bedpost in one fluid motion.

“What?” I said with a bewildered smile, tugging at the cuffs. I didn’t try to get away; I had no reason to fear him. He was playing a game, and I thought it might be fun.

“You are my prisoner,” he said again as he dragged his hand down my thigh. “And you will remain my prisoner and at my mercy till I decided to set you free.” With that, before I realized what he was doing, he had my right ankle cuffed to the foot bedpost.

“Hey, Man….what’re you doing?” I asked, raising up, still with the bewildered smile, but with a little more bewilderment than before.

Without a word he took another long drink of water then moved to the other side of the bed. I jerked back when he reached for my left arm, but with my other arm useless, he was able to subdue me and cuff my wrist to the bedpost. All I had free was my left leg and I used it to try to fight him off and prevent him from immobilizing me completely but he was strong enough that he prevailed and I found myself cuffed, helplessly spread-eagle on the bed.

“Okay, what’re you going to do?” I asked, thinking that he was going to give me a blowjob that would blow the top of my head off, lying helpless as I was. But he wasn’t finished.

Having immobilized me completely, he uncuffed my left ankle and pulled my leg up by the cuff to the bedpost at the head of the bed. I reacted too slowly, and with my leg pulled so high, I was helpless but to have my ankle cuffed with my wrist.  I was beginning to get the picture and I was scaring me a little. He came around to the other side of the bed and uncuffed my right ankle. I reacted quicker and tried to kick him away but I was in a most awkward position with no leverage, and he easily brought me under control and drew my leg up and cuffed it, and I was literally folded in two with my arms and legs pulled apart about as wide as they could be.  I was keenly aware that my butt, pointing straight up to the ceiling, was also pulled wide open.

“Payback time,” Billy said, taking another long drink. He emptied the bottle and went back into the bathroom to refill it. I wondered why he was consuming so much water.

“Payback? For what? What’d I do, that you didn’t want me to do?” I called out.

He came out of the bathroom still guzzling from the bottle. He didn’t answer me.

“I don’t believe I let you do this to me,” I said.

“You didn’t let me. Hell, you didn’t even know what was happening till I had you cuffed,” he said.

“What’re you going to do, Billy?” I asked.

He crawled up on the bed on his knees. “Well, for starters, I skipped lunch,” he said as he hunkered over and buried his face in my butt.

“AAAwwhhhh,” I cried out as his tongue went to work on me. My ass was pulled open and his tongue caused it to flutter and relax more. Using his spit, he worked two fingers inside me and stretched it open even more, so wide that he was able to drive his tongue way up inside me. I squirmed and thrashed about as I strained at the cuffs, trying to keep from screaming. He alternated between his tongue and his fingers, first two, then four, then six, gouging at my insides almost brutally. Still, it felt good. He pulled his hands free to take another long drink of water, then wiped his mouth on his forearm. Then he began punching at my asshole with his fist. It felt strangely good. It felt good when he pushed his fist hard against my gaping ass and twisted it back and forth. So good that I found myself trying to push back, cringing against the pressure, but with my eyes closed, as if to block it out. He pounded and pushed and twisted will I was moaning for him to keep it up. I had forgotten all about wondering what the payback was all about.

Suddenly I felt something else pushing against my asshole. I opened my eyes to see Billy holding the leather-covered nightstick.

“Fuck, don’t use that on me,” I gasped.

“Its not all that much bigger than a cock,” he said, twisting and pushing on the stick.

I could feel my asshole giving way. “Its twice as big as a cock,” I said.

“Not if I only use half of it,” he said.

“Oh, shit, Billy, don’t…..don’t…..,” I pleaded. But I felt my asshole spreading around the end of it and he was pushing it deeper. “Not all the way, Billy. Don’t use all of it,” I begged frantically.

He laughed and kept pushing and twisting it in circles. I wished he wouldn’t do that; I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t want him not to use all of it if he kept doing it.

“Just up to the handle,” he said.

I lay there gaping wide-eyed between my legs at the long, black instrument disappearing into my body.

“Ohhh….Ohh, Goddd,” I moaned, pressing my head back against the headboard of the bed. “AAAHHH!” I cried out when he hit something, but an instant later, he had maneuvered around it and was pushing deeper. I opened my eyes again to see the upright handle approaching my butt. Godd, how many inches did he have in me? Where was it going? He didn’t stop till it was in up to the handle which thankfully prevented it from going in any deeper. Then he began twisting it around and fucking me with it. I was wide-eyed stunned by the pleasure it was giving me; the smooth, soft leather rubbing against the smooth, soft inner lining of my ass. He added to it by hunkering over and taking my cock in his mouth.

“Ohhhh, Geezusss, Billy, what’re you doing to me!” I groaned.

“Paying you back,” he said, looking up from between my legs with a smile.

So that’s what he meant by paying me back.

He sucked me and fucked me with the night stick for a good half hour, all the while, making me still wonder why he paused so often to guzzle more water. He went to fill the bottle again. After awhile he pulled the nightstick out of my ass and punched it with his fist again several times then lodged it hard. He pushed harder, without letup; and harder, the muscles in his arm and shoulder bulging. Suddenly I wondered…..no, he couldn’t be even thinking of doing that! But he wasn’t letting up, and he was twisting his fist back and forth like he had done with the nightstick.

“Billy….? Billy, mann, don’t even think about it,” I said, my voice wavering.

“You’re wide open. Looks like the grand canyon down here,” he said, and his eyes looked sort of glazed over.

“But its not,” I said. “And it ain’t a baseball glove.”

He laughed. “That’s a good one….your ass a baseball glove,” he said. He pushed harder. “Let’s see if I can get the glove on.”

“No!!” I cried. “Fuck, Billy, No! You c-can’t do that, you’ll kill me.”

But he wasn’t listening. He just kept pushing and punching and twisting his fist back and forth like he was trying to drill a hole with a blunt drill. I tried to tell myself he wouldn’t really do it….he wouldn’t actually shove his fist in my ass….but I braced myself just the same. Suddenly I felt the oddest sensation I’d ever felt in my life, my eyes popped open and my mouth flew open to cry out but no sound came. My asshole had burst wide open and Billy had his fist in my ass!!!

“B-Billy,” I gasped in a bare whisper.  “Fuck, Billy, what’re you doing? You can’t….I c-can’t…..not your fist, man…..”

“I already did, you already did,” he said with that lopsided grin.

I held perfectly still, except for trembling. I was afraid to move, or even breath, for fear that something terrible would happen. Billy began squeezing his fist inside me and slowly twisting his forearm. I finally let out the air I was holding in my lungs and sucked them full again.

“Geezussss!” I whispered in disbelief. I had a fist in my ass and it wasn’t even hurting. I was barely aware that he was shoving his fist deeper till I realized that his wrist was gone as well and his forearm was disappearing before my very eyes. “Billy! Keerist, you’re fucking with some serious shit, here,” I said.

“Just up to my elbow,” he said soothingly.

“NO! Keerist, NO! Awwhhh….Awwwhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhh, Geezussss!” I cried out in fear but it ended up a cry of pleasure, so intense that I could barely grasp it. He kept clenching his fist and spreading his fingers out and clenching a fist again, as if he were groping for something up inside me. He eased out a little and I felt his fingers clasp around my prostate. It felt so incredibly wonderful that I was unable to cry out. I choked on my outcry. He squeezed and massaged my prostate till I thought I would explode, then released it and began shoving his arm inside me again. I gasped and braced myself, fearful of how deep he might go this time; fearing that he really would shove all the way in to his elbow. I think I little part of me wanted him to. Going deeper, he flexed the muscles of his forearm, causing wonderful sensations in my sphincter muscle that was stretched to unmercifully. I closed my eyes again to endure the wonderful impalement.  When I opened them, I saw only about two inches of his forearm. Godd, he really was going up to his elbow. What if he decided to go deeper?!!  What if he got carried away and decided to shove his entire arm inside me!! Goddd, the size of his bicep!   I didn’t know if that were possible but I didn’t know that it wasn’t, and Billy didn’t either, and he might not care if it was possible, he might just do it.

“Billy, you gotta stop. Don’t go any deeper, man, you’re scaring me,” I said, and the fear was evident in my voice.

He paused then smiled and began to slowly withdraw his arm. “Okay, we can take a break, I gotta take a piss anyway,” he said.

I frightened me a little that I enjoyed the slow and gentle withdrawal of his arm from my ass. It was an incredible sensation when he tugged his fist free, pulling and stretching my asshole. He held his arm up in a triumphant gesture and I felt air wafting up inside me.

“That’s how much you too, fucker,” he said proudly.

I was wide open. He gazed at my butt for a moment then leaned down and buried his face in my ass. He was able to push his mouth inside me, so far that I thought his tongue might reach my prostate. I screeched and whinnied from the intense pleasure. Then he raised up to climb off the bed to go piss, undoing the belted shorts as he went.

He was only a few steps from the bed when he stopped and turned to look at me. “Aw, what the hell,” he said as he shoved the shorts down and took them off over his combat boots. His meaty cock swung upward with a mighty swing, throbbing to a total hardon. Then instead of going to the bathroom, he climbed back on the bed. I was confused only for a moment as he stroked his cock, thinking at first that he was going to fuck me but then I realized his intentions.

“No, Billy, you’re not gonna….no, man….not that….man, you can’t do that!”

“It’ll save me a trip to the bathroom,” he said as he moved up on his knees till I felt his cock touch my still-gaping hole. Before I could protest further, he had shoved his cock all the way in. It was an easy entry; my ass was still stretched from his arm. But he didn’t fuck me. He just held his cock in deep, waiting….waiting!

“Billy….no, man, you’re not gonna do that,” I said.

He only smiled, and waited. I braced myself for I didn’t know what. Suddenly, I felt the liquid heat gushing into me as he began to piss.

“Aahhhh,” he moaned with blessed relief.

“Ohh, Goddd,” I moaned in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it was happening, but I could believe less that it was feeling so strangely, incredibly wonderful. The warm nectar continued to flood my guts, swirling like a whirlpool, filling me up, ballooning back around his cock. Then I felt him pulling back, I supposed to make room for all the water he had drunk and was emptying inside me. But then he horrified me with yet another surprise.

“Open up,” he said as he extracted his cock from my flooded ass. I could feel piss boiling out of my ass and running down my back. “Open your mouth,” he said as he raised up over me.

“No!” I said, shaking my head with my lips pursed. “Fuck, Billy, you’re gonna ruin the bed,” I said, looking up at his menacing cock suspended over my face, aimed at my mouth.

“They won’t know who it was, I didn’t use our real names when I registered,” he said.

The next instant my mouth flew open when he grabbed my balls and squeezed them and the very next instant, he was pissing in my mouth! I moaned and whined and gurgled the hot liquid in my mouth, trying to keep from swallowing, but the stuff splattering the back of my throat kept setting off the swallow reflex and I couldn’t help swallowing some of it. He was pissing so much so fast, though, that most of it was running out of my mouth and all down my chest. I didn’t see how he was able to piss through such a hardon.

As the stream slowed, he began jacking his hard cock, and I was suddenly aware that I had a throbbing hardon myself. Fuck, how could I be turned on by this! Billy saw it too, and he smiled and took hold of it and jacked me off too. Within minutes, his legs were trembling and his arm was lurching and I knew he was about to come. I still had piss in my mouth that I was trying not to swallow but when I started shooting his load, I opened my mouth when he told me to, to receive it; yeah, despite it all, I wanted his come. He shot a stupendous load, almost every salvo spurting right into my mouth, swirling and mixing with his warm piss. He was jacking me off hard and fast and I tried to gurgle a warning that I was about to come.  He jacked me harder and told me to swallow. I shook, my head but the next instant, I was coming like a horny little stallion and in my excitement I couldn’t help gulping the stuff down.

I was dizzy, seeing black by the time it was over. I might’ve even blacked out, I couldn’t be sure, but I opened my eyes from being off somewhere in la-la land and Billy was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at me. I looked at him, gasping for my breath.

“That was fuckin’ wild, wasn’t it?” he said. “Wildest thing I ever did.”

I just looked at him, sucking in precious air.  “You need to let me go so I can breath,” I said.

“You’re not gonna be pissed and tear into me, are you?” he asked.

“No.”

“That a promise?”

“Let me go, Billy,” I said.

“Is that a promise?” he asked again.

“Yes, it’s a promise. I won’t tear into you. Hell, I’m so weak I couldn’t do much damage anyway,” I said.

“Okay, just remember, I’ve got my night stick,” Billy said.

“I know all about your fuckin’ night stick,” I said.

He undid the cuffs off my left wrist and ankle then came back around and undid the cuff from my right ankle. He didn’t undo the right wrist cuff.

“You forgot one,” I said, tugging on it.

“I just wanta look at you like this,” he said. “You’re so damned studly, being so helpless and my prisoner.”

I didn’t say anything and he finally undid the last handcuff. I noticed he moved back a little from the bed.

“I said I wouldn’t tear into you,” I said as I moved gingerly to get off the piss-soaked bed. “Fuck, where are we going to sleep now?”

“The floor. There are extra blankets,” he said. “I could sleep anywhere with you, even on hard rocks.”

“Don’t fuckin’ try to butter me up after what you did to me,” I growled.

“Try to convinced me you didn’t like it,” he scoffed.

“You scared me, fucker,” I said.

“I wasn’t gonna hurt you.”

“Ha! Shoving your arm in my ass up to your elbow?”

“You liked it,” he said.

He was right. Damn him, he was right. And despite the mixture of anger and fear I’d felt previously, I still liked Billy. I more than liked him. I gave a fleeting thought to Ryan Stucker as I watched Billy spread the blankets out on the floor to make us a bed.

“Come on,” he said, motioning to me as he stretched out on the blankets. “Let’s get you rested up then you can fuck me, if you’ve still got the strength.”

I laid down beside him and he put his big arm out for me to lie on. He curled his arm up, pulling me in tighter to his warm, naked body.

“Get rested up, ‘cause I need it,” he said. “I’ve needed it so bad since the last time, I couldn’t wait to get together with you again.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t had sex since we were together last,” I said.

“Oh, sure, I have. A half dozen times at least. But nobody fucks like you do. Nobody’s got a cock like yours. I went to bed every night thinking about you, and us, like this.”

I laughed softly. “You’re a mystery. One minute you’re a brutal little Nazi and the next minute, you’re that innocent little muscle boy from Tennessee.”

“I can be anything you want me to be,” he said. “I can be your slave, your master, your whore, your stud….whatever you want me to be.”

I moved my head. “You know, your arm is just too hard for a pillow,” I said.

“Okay.” He pulled his arm from under my head and rolled over on his stomach. “Try my butt. It’ll be nice and cushiony.”

I liked his idea. I stretched out between his legs and laid my head on his butt. He was right.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/29/10