Berlin War Children
Cajuncock
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It was 1946, the war was over and Berlin was a bombed pile of rubble. The survivors of the city were stunned by their situation. The four allied forces had divided up the occupied city. Each one being in charge of a quarter. My company in the British sector was stationed in the old stadium. Our tents filled a good part of the playing field as well as the remainder of the stands. We found the Berliners who survived both stunned and in desperate need of even the most basics of things. My squad had 5 tents near the far side of the former playing field. My men spent a good part of the day surveying the ruined sector of the city. We were to be there for the indefinite future.
One morning we were notified that we had the day free. Most men slept in or used what remained of the old shower facilities. I hung around outside waiting for my chance to clean up. I noticed a small group of boys hiding in the stands. I decided to investigate. I worked my way around getting behind them. I saw that they were young, maybe 12 to 14 years old. I stood and shouted "HALT". They froze where they were. Since I did not speak their language and I was sure they did not speak English I decided to use the chocolate bars we had been issued to lure them closer. It worked and soon they were huddled around me. I made motioned like I was playing throwing a ball, All of them nodded that they understood. So, I went to get a rugby ball and a football. We began a pick up football game. They were very talented.
In the end they and I were a muddy mess. I motioned to the showers and they followed me inside the now empty large shower. Two of my squad followed us, curious as to what was going on. Inside I removed my cloths and turned on the barely warm water. I stepped under the shower heads and began washing myself. One by one they dropped their cloths and joined me. Seeing this, the 2 squad members joined us. We then proceeded to wash the boys paying particular attention to their privates. They returned the favor by washing the adults, Well, with the attention of young hands on their privates my men were soon hard. I looked at them and smiled. My men and I looked down at the wet naked boys to see that they too were stiff. Some had given up the pretense of washing and were now actively working on our cocks. I could only guess that this was not their first time with adult men.
One by one the boys knelt to wash our legs and feet. Kneeling like that they appeared to be the vision of innocence. I reached down to rub the wet heads kneeling before me. This must've signaled something to them. The boys looked up smiling seductively. We nodded and they assumed that to be permission to continue. Mouths searched for and found our adult cocks. I heard my sex starved men moaning at the sweet mouths that sought to bring forth their seed. It was not long before each of the adults gave up the stored sperm to these teen seducers screaming out.
We all finished and dressed. We handed the boys more chocolate bars and they ran off to their homes or what remained of them. Over supper we discussed among ourselves what had occurred with the boys. No one wanted to admit to the enjoyment of the forbidden sexual acts. But we all spoke of the horrible conditions that the boys must live in.
By common consent we agreed that any future actions with the boys would be to benefit the youngsters. During the next few days while on duty we gathered cloths that might fit the boys and acquired some basic foods to give them, We also found a member of the military staff who spoke German and had a taste for teen boys. He joined in our efforts so that by the weekend we had managed to find a place where we might give the boys some clean cloths and canned goods.
Saturday the boys returned and we repeated the ball game with them. Afterwards we all showered together. The men and teens all were stiff at the end of the shower. Drying off we presented the boys with fresh cloths and some cans of food. They wanted to show their gratitude and knelt down to repeat the actions of the previous week. But this time they went further. Some dropped their ragged pants and exposed their naked rears to us to use. We nodded to each other. I was sure that some of my men were hesitant but an unspoken agreement was realized. These boys wanted to repay us with their bodies. One by one the men went up to the boys and pulled them upright and kissed their foreheads tenderly. The boys grabbed the adult tools stroking them to stiffness before turning and backing on to them to push them deep inside their boy holes. Men moaned and boys begged for their seed. No one was denied.
Later the men sat down with me. We discussed the possibility that we had found an underground sexual group orphaned by the war. They were willing to repay our kindness with the only thing they g=had left, their bodies. It was decided to keep this secret among only us. Gradually, the boys opened up to us telling us of the long secret cabal within the higher ranks of the Nazis war machine. Many of those who had survived the early persecution of the homosexuals in the upper ranks had formed a closely held cabal that preyed on young boys and also young handsome Aryan soldiers. Many of these soldiers were willing to give up their bodies in order to avoid being sent to the slaughter and certain death that was the eastern theater in Russia. The younger boys 12 and older were officially household staff for the higher generals. In reality they knew, and others around them knew, that they were actually just sex toys for older men. They were treated well as long as they co-operated in the bedroom. This way they avoided the fate of many homosexual men who were sent off to the work and death camps as being essentially of little use to the Nazi war machine with it's pure vision of the future.
As weeks turned to months the horror of their stories became too much. But finding someone to share the untold stories with was not easy. Finally, I broke down and confided in one of the chaplains. He knew of officers working on bringing war criminals to justice. Word was sent to these officers of a secret sex cabal among some the those being readied for trial. It was decided that as many of these young boys as possible should be found and sent to the Western controlled part of Germany. There their stories would be transcribed and placed in top secret files of the French and British militaries for later use in prosecutions of war criminals.
But first the boys had to be moved from Berlin to safer havens in the Western controlled sectors. I was assigned to lead a team of trusted men to locate and bring in the boys to a location from where they would be transported on empty cargo planes back to the western sector of Germany. Over a period of 2 months I was able to locate and convince over 30 boys to join our group. We sent them out in two groups to Bonn and Munich. There they were placed into homes and they told of many abuses that were so depraved that the interviewers were often left in tears as they transcribed their stories.
Some of the boys, though, were quite mature and forthcoming about their roles. Some had been victims of abuse for so long that they thought it their role in life. Some went as far as offering their young bodies to the men who were interviewing them. It is not documented how these trained interviews were able to cope with these advances. I, because of my closeness to many of the boys, was assigned with a few of my men to monitor the boys. I was to be in charge of their situations while they remained with us. We were given a special barracks and told to maintain order among the boys. In the end with the aid of a set of translators we were exposed to many of the stories they withheld from the interviews. This only added more to the files.
The files were designated top secret only to be opened to authorized persons. They were to be sealed for 50 years to be opened to the public after 1996. Meanwhile some of the boys developed closeness to my men. They were very close, and in some cases mentally damaged by their war experiences. Overtime as my men were discharged. Some managed to take their boys back to their home countries as their legal wards.
It is now 2002, the new age. Frederick, my ward, my lover has been with me since that fateful day in Berlin. Many of my war buddies have now passed away. We moved to Canada after I left the service taking my boy with me first to England and then Canada. It was not easy but along the way I was able to adopt him. We often laugh at the circumstances that brought us together. When the records were opened, I was able to get a copy. Belatedly, I received a medal for my small part in documenting that particular horror of the Nazis regime. But my 69 year lover, I am now 82, looks back with me and often recalls that first shower with those chocolate bars. He actually saved a wrapper that is framed in our bedroom to remind us each day of the horrors of war and the endurance of our love that many people will never understand. We bear witness to both horror of war and lasting love after so many years. Each morning I am awakened by a sparkling look in his eyes that lets me know that I made a good choice 60 years ago. God bless those chocolate bars and bless the fates that brought us together.