Grand Tour, 1928

By Bill / Bil47

Published on Jul 19, 2007

Gay

Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 4 by Bill

"Meine dammen und herren! Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC, a smooth-talking and very androgynous-looking 16-year-old boy. "Willkommen zur Cabaret der Jungen. Welcome to the Cabaret of the Boys."

William and Monty sat in a prime location of the discrete Berlin nightclub. The curved high-backed banquette seating provided a perfect close-up view of the stage, but other patrons were invisible to them, and vice versa. A round table held their champagne glasses; two bottles sat in ice buckets on metal stands. On the men's laps were their personal waiters, Kurt and Lukas -- nearly-naked boys, whose sole job was to pour champagne and serve as compliant sexual playthings.

As the MC described the entertainment that was to appear on stage that night, it was clear a substantial part of every evening's audience that was English-speaking, in addition to the majority who were Germans... the MC repeated everything he said in both languages. He told some jokes, alluded to the possibility of some 'audience participation' fun, and gave a plug for tipping the waiters. "A Reichsmark tucked into your waiter's garter will have the most wonderful effect!" he said in both German and English.

While the MC was talking, the naked 10-year-old who was playing the role of his dog -- wearing a collar, floppy cloth ears, and a tail attached to a butt plug -- was trying his best to upstage his 'master'. He mugged shamelessly for the audience, waving his butt to make the tail wag, panting with his tongue out, pulling against the leash as if trying to get into the seating area of the club, scratching imaginary fleas, and giving out an occasional bark. He definitely attracted attention and laughter when he sat back on his hip and tried to lick his crotch, straining his body and extending his tongue out. But try as he might, his mouth got no closer than a few inches from his goal. He gave out a mournful puppy-whine.

"I suppose you have noticed my new puppy," said the MC at last. I am teaching him tricks. Watch now.... Sit up puppy!" The boy rose up straight, still kneeling on the stage at the MC's feet. His beautiful pre-pubescent penis and small round ball-sack drew the attention of every man (and the handful of women) in the audience. "Roll over." The boy returned to all-fours and rolled.

"You saw that the poor little thing, he cannot lick his schwanz. But watch his trick now. Alright, puppy... use your paw to make the little cock stand up."

With a happy bark, the boy got back in the 'sitting up' position, with a big grin on his face, and masturbated his penis to a lovely boy-boner, 3 inches in length.

"Isn't he a smart puppy?" asked the MC, to laughter and applause from the audience. "Can you now make the orgasm, my puppy?"

The boy shook his head up and down happily and began masturbating with two fingers and his thumb, pleasure washing over his face as he panted with his tongue hanging out. It was utterly erotic to watch the young boy jacking himself there on stage, under a spot light. William's hand slid up Kurt's silky thigh and began fondling the 12-year-old waiter's nearly-pubescent penis, while he continued to watch the sexual display on stage.

The kneeling 'puppy' was jacking his reddened boy-cock faster, and vocalizing a canine version of the sweet sounds that precede a young boy's dry orgasm. Suddenly he arched his body back and pushed his crotch forward, as his whole body shook in sexual climax... or else a very authentic simulation. He raised his face to the ceiling and gave a howl of satisfaction, then returned to hands-and-knees, wagging his tail vigorously. The puppy rubbed his face affectionately against the MC's leg, and the youth reached down to stroke the boy... fondling his butt while giving a knowing wink to the audience.

As the MC began to introduce the first entertainer, the boy lifted his leg to the side and pretended to pee on the teenager's high-heeled boots, to the merriment of the crowd. "Bad doggy! Bad!" he said in mock outrage. "I must now whip you for your behavior."

The riding crop in the teenager's hand whistled through the air toward the boy's rump. The leather loop at the end of it snapped sharply as it made contact, but the stiff part of the whip whooshed past the boy's tender butt. The sound was loud, but the impact was relatively mild. Nonetheless, the boy yelped just like a dog and cowered pitifully as he emitted heart-rending whimpers. The audience laughed, but also called out "ohhh... poor doggy" in multiple languages.

"So you think that I should not punish the dog who makes the tinkle on my boot?" said the MC melodramatically, as always in both languages. "Perhaps one of you will take the spanking for him. Maybe there is an Englischer schoolboy among you who will get pleasure from a few strokes of the whip?" That got another laugh, as this form of erotic masochism was known in several European languages as "the English vice"... stereotypically the fetish of Englishmen who had grown up eroticizing the whippings they received in boarding school during their formative years.

"Come now. Is there a volunteer from the audience?" he repeated.

"Go on Monty!" urged William. "Save the puppy from his beating, and get your jollies as well."

"Ja! Tun sie es!" (Yes; do it!) said Lukas, Monty's waiter, hopping off his lap and pulling playfully at his arm.

"Alright, then!" laughed the Brit, as he stood up, took off his tuxedo jacket and handed it to Lukas. The MC motioned him onto the stage, amidst applause and chuckles from the audience.

"You are English; yes?" asked the MC. Monty grinned and nodded. "Perfect!" said the youth. "To be the substitute dog, mein herr, you need the special costume." He gave a little whistle, and from behind the curtain at the rear of the stage came a young waiter, dressed in the same revealing attire as Kurt and Lukas, and carrying on his tray a leather dog collar. The MC put it around Monty's neck, and then whistled again. Another waiter came out, and on his tray was another pair of the faux dog-ears. Monty put them on himself, laughing along with the audience. A third whistle brought another boy, and on his tray was an enormous dildo -- far larger in length and girth than a human penis could ever reach -- with a tail attached. The puppy-boy, on hands and knees next to Monty, wiggled his buttocks at the audience to make his own butt-plug-tail wag. Monty laughed as much as the audience members and stroked the 3-inch-wide dildo briefly before returning it to the tray.

The MC turned Monty so that his back was to the audience. Two of the waiters, having put down their trays, knelt in front of the young British aristocrat and unbuttoned his tuxedo pants, lowered them to mid-thigh, and began a double-team licking and sucking of his penis, their ministrations obvious to all in the room, but hidden from actual view by their heads and Monty's body. The third waiter stood to one side and raised the back of Monty's shirt, just as the MC's riding crop came whistling to deliver a loud (but rather mild) slap. The puppy immediately bounced up and eagerly licked the spot where the tip of the whip had landed.

He bounced away just in time for the riding crop to come down again, and again returned to kiss and lick the reddening spot. With a third spank, the MC was done.

"May we have your applause for the gallant gentleman who saved the puppy!"

The three waiters, working together, secured Monty's trousers, tucked in his shirt, and retrieved the dog collar and ears before escorting Monty, grinning and blushing slightly, back to his table.

"Bravo, Monty!" said William, shaking his friend's hand. "But tell me... those boys weren't really giving you a cock-suck right there on stage, were they?"

"They most certainly were!" said Monty as he sat down. "Quite proficient at it too. I trust that Lukas here does it equally well." The waiter, hearing his name but not understanding the other words, snuggled close to Monty on the curved leather bench, rubbing his hand lightly over the bulge in the man's crotch before sliding onto his lap.

The MC's voice brought their attention back to the stage. "And now, for your entertainment, the Cabaret of Boys brings you the star of the stage, the diva of the recordings, and the international sensation of the cinema... Marlene Dietrich!"

A boy of 14 came out in very convincing drag. His clothing, hair, and make-up effectively evoked the 27-year-old movie actress and singer. His mini-dress was the style worn by the most brazen 'flappers' frequenting speakeasies back in America, decorated with beads and sequins, with arms and shoulders bare except for narrow 'spaghetti straps'. It was so short that his lack of underwear was noticeable as he moved, displaying his nicely dangling balls and a handsome youthful penis with a protruding nozzle of foreskin. When he opened his mouth and began singing "Wenn die Beste Freundin", it was an impressive impersonation of the smokey voice and world-weary phrasing of the woman whose records were played on victrolas throughout Europe and America.

Kurt, sitting on William's lap, wrapped his arms lightly around the man's neck and looked at him with doe-eyes. "The romantic songs, they are pleasing to you? Does the listening have you wanting to give me a kiss?" He brought his face closer, rubbing his cute nose lightly against William's, their lips an inch apart.

"Mmmm... yes!" said the man, drawing the boy even closer and fondling him more intimately, inhaling the dab of perfume behind his ear. William kissed the boy's neck, then his cheek... finally arriving at Kurt's beautiful full lips. But as they kissed, the boy seemed reticent, like an innocent girl being kissed for the first time. He backed away slightly when William's tongue sought entrance to the boy's mouth.

The man was puzzled and impatient at this uncharacteristic display of coyness, but then it dawned on him. He remembered Monty's instructions about protocol, which had also been mentioned as well by both the MC and the maitre-d. William reached into his pocket, pulling out a crisp 1-Reichsmark bill (worth 25 cents in 1928; the equivalent of $4 today). He folded it lengthwise and then tucked it half-inside the elastic garter securing a black-tinted stocking at mid-thigh on Kurt's left leg. The boy responded instantly, purring with new-found passion, hugging and french-kissing so aggressively that he was literally sucking William's tongue into his mouth.

After a minute, when William came up for air, he studied the radiant face of the boy on his lap. 'Damn; he's so gorgeous!' the man thought to himself, as one hand toyed with Kurt's perfect erection and the other hand felt the boy's smooth slender butt.

"You are beautiful, Kurt.... I'm sure every man tells you that."

"On this night you are the only man, Billy," said Kurt tactfully, as he nuzzled his soft cheek against the man's. "Is it good that I call you 'Billy', as your friend names you?" William smiled and nodded his permission. The boy hugged William around the neck and whispered "I am so glad that you choose me, Billy," as he nibbled at the man's ear. "I do everything to make you happy. You will make me happy also; yes?"

"Yes... I want to make you happy too," sighed William dreamily, as another Reichsmark slid into the garter on Kurt's right leg. The boy's tongue teased the inside of William's ear, and his fingers began unbuttoning the man's trousers, feeling his cock. William glanced over at Monty and smiled to see that the Brit's trousers and underwear had been removed completely, and his boy knelt astride his lap, rubbing against the man as they kissed.

"Shall we do like they are?" he asked Kurt.

"Ja! That is good for making the pleasure to both of us!" The pretty youngster slid off of the man's lap, knelt on the floor, and pulled off the tuxedo pants and underwear overtop William's patent-leather shoes. Kurt filled the champagne glass and then scrambled back onto the man's lap, a knee on either side of William's hips. The boy reached down between them and stroked the American's cock briefly, then brought his own rigid boy-boner alongside it, stroking both at once as he leaned in to kiss the man lasciviously with his tongue. William's hands were drawn, as if by a powerful magnet, to the boy's soft, slender butt that was so convenient to his reach... then wandered up the boy's back. 'Marlene Dietrich' was now belting out a saucy up-tempo number titled 'Sex Appeal', with lyrics in both English and German, but William was barely paying attention. He was holding a beautiful 12-year-old in his arms, their erections grinding together wonderfully, and he was kissing the boy's sweet luscious mouth with fevered lust.

William had the fleeting realization that he was experiencing what his fraternity buddies back at college had described when they returned from a date with a 'loose' girl... necking in the back seat of a Model-A Ford parked on Lover's Lane, or on a sofa in the darkened 'make-out den' at the fraternity house, as music filtered in from the party in the next room. (William had occasionally dated girls in order deflect suspicion about his true desires, choosing prim intellectual virgins... the kind who would have indignantly refused to give the kinds of things that he had no interest in getting from a girl.)

Minutes passed in a haze of pleasure, and William wasn't even aware that one song ended and another began -- the popular tune 'Ich Bin Die Fesche Lola'. Kurt was cooing with pleasure in his ear, breathing heavily, telling him how good it felt, and humping against him with increasing urgency. William reached down and took the boy's delightful erection in his fingers, and the youngster literally fucked the man's hand. With rapidly building excitement, Kurt hugged William ever more fervently and buried his face against the man's neck. Then his body stiffened as William held him tightly. The boy emitted a muffled high-pitched squeal that signaled the climax of his dry orgasm, and he collapsed in William's arms.

"You are the most wonderful lover of all my life!" he whispered, as his kisses covered the man's neck. (The possibility that he said this to every customer didn't bother William a bit.)

The MC came out, minus his 'dog', to introduce the next act: a pair of acrobats.

"These two amazing brothers come from the exotic land of India, serving for years in the palace of the Maharajah of Jaipur." Out came fraternal-twin brothers, 13 years old and very similar in appearance, dressed in the clothing of a 'swami' - fat turbans on their heads and a length of saffron-colored cloth wrapped several times around their loins. They looked sufficiently exotic to actually be Indian, with dusky skin and coal-black hair, but were in fact Hungarian gypsies, trained since they were toddlers to be performers in small circuses traveling throughout Europe. As the band played an approximation of Indian music, the boys danced sensuously for several minutes, and then began removing their meager clothing. First, they unwound the turbans as they danced, leaving a trail of cloth as they moved about the stage. And then they took turns in slowly unraveling each other's loin garment... one brother holding the end while the other twirled around, raising his legs up high as needed to free himself from the intricately-wrapped strip of cloth.

Soon the two were totally naked, their pubescent genitals and cute bottoms on full display as they danced. It was like the erotic statuary of India come to life, with their lips and tongues brushed together as they masturbated each other's penises to 4-inch erections... all the while moving sensuously to the music.

Then they began their routine of acrobatics and contortion. The boys were quite good at their art and performed both individually and in tandem, pushing their slender bodies gracefully up into handstands, bending themselves into seemingly impossible shapes, and lifting each other into the air in a show of remarkable balance and strength. But in addition to their gymnastics, they were also quite adept as erotic performers... taking every opportunity to stroke each other's cocks and asses with fingers and tongues... rubbing their dark-tan bodies together as they did their acrobatic tricks.

William and Monty were paying rapt attention to the action on stage, and rather less to the boys in their laps, when the slender acrobats floated smoothly into a position best described as a 'standing 69'. One brother was standing, holding the other upside down... their mouths and youthful erections perfectly aligned as they began sucking each other... each taking his brother's cock to the hilt. And after a minute, they slowly inverted themselves, so that the other brother was now the one standing... without removing their mouths from each other's stiff boners or their arms from around each other's waists. The audience sighed with pleasure and applauded with amazed admiration. And then the boys inverted again... and again... as they continued to suck each other.

Another Reichsmark slid into Kurt's garter. "Suck my cock," murmured William in the boy's ear, as he reached for his champagne glass and continued to watch the stage show. Kurt immediately slid to his knees on the floor, his mouth seeking William's stiff penis. And the boy was very good... well trained and experienced at giving oral pleasure to men. William groaned as his cock-head glided smoothly into Kurt's tight warm throat. His fingers slid through the boy's soft hair, feeling with his hands the cadence of the supremely pleasurable blow-job, as the boy's mouth slid up and down his rigid phallus. And while he deep-throated William's cock effortlessly, Kurt also fondled the man's balls, alternating feathery strokes of fingertips with a firm grasp that approached the line between pleasure and pain.

While William occasionally glanced down at Kurt's bobbing head, his eyes focused mainly on the highly eroticized acrobatics on stage... a pornographic display that provided the perfect visual accompaniment to the exquisite cock-sucking by his boy. For the gypsy contortionists' finale, they did what many in the audience had been speculating about from the beginning -- performing an elegant choreography of self-fellatio, moving in unison as each boy sucked his own young-adolescent boner. They started while standing, each boy bending at the waist to suck in all of his erection. They turned their bodies to various angles as they sucked, giving multiple viewpoints to each member of the audience. And then they lay on their backs, facing in opposite directions and in profile to the audience, and brought their crotches down to their mouths. Their stiff cocks slid back and forth through their sucking lips. Their hips, controlled by taut stomach muscles, moved only slightly as the penises fucked the mouths of their owners. Several times, they bent their bodies even farther to lick and suck at their ball-sacks. So flexible were they that, with the help of their hands pulling at their legs, they were briefly able to rim their own assholes... each boy flexing his anal muscle open as his own tongue probed inside. But then they returned to their cocks... slurping and moaning erotically as they sucked themselves deeply.

"Oh, Kurt! I'm getting close! Keep going!" pleaded William, feeling the up-welling pressure in his loins and struggling to keep his voice low despite the excitement. The boy responded with a surge of cocksucking energy and skill that exceeded anything William had ever felt. The man's hips began to thrust upward, and the boy responded by letting the erection fuck swift and deep in his throat, his lips releasing only an inch or two of the 6-inch cock's lower shaft before it slammed to the hilt, time after time.... all the while twisting his mouth from side to side, and making rapid swallowing movements with his throat muscles surrounding the man's engorged cock-head.

The boys on stage drove their youthful cocks like little pistons in their mouths, faster and faster. Then, as if by magic (or at least by telepathic communication), they released their erections at the same moment... poised a few inches from their mouths... and simultaneously sprayed their own faces with spurting semen. William's wave of orgasm rushed through his body almost immediately after. As the bodies of 13-year-olds gypsies trembled, and the last of the ejaculations dripped into their open mouths, William's cock exploded, pulsing cum directly into Kurt's gullet, as the boy swallowed it all.

Only then did Kurt slide his mouth back up to the crown of the man's erection, taking a deep breath through his nose and tasting the semen with his tongue. And then he again took the cock deep, recapturing the glans and making his throat vibrate with a low hum that drove William to ejaculate again in a secondary orgasm that sent him into sexual oblivion.

As the gypsies made their bows and scampered off-stage, William was gently caressing Kurt's hair as the boy gave only the very lightest stimulation to the man's spent cock. Then William drew the boy onto his feet, had him fill the glass of champagne, and drew him back up onto his lap.

The MC came out to introduce another boy singer in provocative drag... a 15-year-old dressed in a red lace-covered French corset, matching stockings, and high heels. An edgy alto voice, singing 'Ich Bin Ein Vamp', was a perfect complement to his 'femme fatale' appearance.

William offered Kurt some champagne, and the boy drank freely, reaching to fill the glass again without leaving the man's lap.

"Look at the fun of your friend," whispered Kurt, motioning with a slight turn of his face.

Monty, still naked from the waist down, was slouched in his seat and had his legs pulled back. Lukas was on his knees, rimming the man's asshole with a slow and easy lapping and probing of his tongue. The garters at the boy's thighs were decorated with several banknotes. Monty noticed William's and Kurt's attention and raised his glass in a toast. "Isn't life grand?" he said with a smile.

"That it is!" agreed the American.

"I do the arse-lick for you too, if it pleases," said Kurt. "I give to you good pleasure every way you like, for all of the evening." A sloppy tongue-kiss to William's mouth emphasized the point.

"No; not now. Let's watch the show for a bit as I rest up from your suck." He reached down to fondle the beautiful 4-inch boner, which had remained consistently erect throughout the evening.

"So Monty," said William to his friend. "What do you think of boys dressing as girls? Is that sexy for you?"

"Depends what they look like, old chap. This one on stage rather appeals to me. Pretty face, and with an edge to his attitude. I must admit I fancy the idea of being fucked by a teenage girl with a big cock." He laughed and used his hand to pull Lukas's mouth more firmly against his ass. "How about you, Billy? Do you fancy a sissy-boy?"

"I think I prefer boys who are boys, like Kurt here." He gave his boy a quick kiss. "And speaking of boys, look there on the stage. Isn't that the darling puppy-boy from earlier?"

The singer had begun a song from the play 'Die Dreigroschenoper' (The Threepenny Opera), which had debuted to acclaim in Berlin earlier that year. He was joined on stage by the 10-year-old, his 'dog nose' scrubbed off, and now dressed in the ragged cloak of a poor beggar-boy (a reference to the plot of the play). The singer motioned the boy over as he sang, pantomimed giving him a coin, and removed the boy's cloak. The cute youngster was completely naked underneath, and William's eyes focused, as they had when the lad was on-stage previously, on the perfectly exquisite immature penis and boyishly round scrotum. The singer reached down and fondled the boy's dick to erection, and then, still singing, pushed the lad's shoulders so he was kneeling at the older boy's feet.

The teenager reached to his crotch and undid snap fasteners at the bottom of the lacy corset, releasing a nicely-developed cock and low-hanging balls, both shaved of hair. Positioned in profile to the audience, the lad sucked the plump cock into his mouth, swiftly producing a fat 7-inch boner. He took the organ all the way into his throat... as expert a cock-sucker as the other boys in the cabaret's employ. Still singing, the teenager punctuated the lyrics (which neither William nor Monty understood) with firm trusts of his crotch, in time to the music.

"Now that's what I like to see!" said William in a soft aside to Monty.

Just then, as the song ended, the teenager tore away the entire corset, its seams held by snaps as well, and cast it aside. He was now naked, except for stockings and high-heeled shoes. The band began playing a new number, in the Argentine style. The teenager was no longer singing, but was now purely an erotic dancer, looking utterly androgynous, with feminine make-up and coiffed hair in contrast to his man-size cock. He pulled the boy off the floor and up into his arms, with the naked youngster's legs wrapped around his older partner's waist and arms around his neck. The youth's big stiff erection swayed as he began dancing. With elements of the Parisian 'apache dance', the older youth grabbed the lad's hair and pulled it back, kissing the youngster's neck lustfully, as his hands roughly fondled and spanked the boy's buttocks.

"I'm liking this act more all the time!" said William. "I do hope he'll fuck the boy," he added excitedly.

As if in response to William's hopes, the teenager positioned his cock at the boy's anus. As the boy lowered himself onto the phallus, the teenager thrust forward, his cock sinking to the hilt in a single plunge... a feat aided by the boy having held the buttplug-tail in his lubed rectum until shortly before coming back on-stage. William joined in the applause that could be heard in rest of the room (though he could see none of the other patrons but Monty). And in a remarkable show of sexual choreography, the handsome 15-year-old and adorable 10-year-old began an extended standing-fuck as they danced to the band's tango music.

"I want to fuck you, Kurt," said William breathlessly to his boy. "I need to shoot my cum inside your ass!"

"Yes, of course, Billy! How shall we make the position?"

William had little actual experience with sex, having until a few days ago lived a completely celibate life for the past 8 years, enlivened only by vivid fantasies of taboo boy-sex. "Tell me how you'd like it," he asked the boy.

"I like to take the fucking in all ways!" Kurt said with a big grin, as he gently stroked the man's erection. "If I sit on your lap with our faces looking, we can kiss as you fuck me. If I face away, you can stroke my little cock... and it will feel so nice for you to be inside my hole when my body makes the orgasm! If it pleases you, I will lay on the table here... on my back or the belly."

"They all sound totally wonderful!" said William. "How about I stay seated, and you mount me while facing away."

"Jawohl!" (Yes, sir!) said the boy enthusiastically. From out of a hidden pocket in his cummerbund, he pulled a small tin, the diameter of a half-dollar coin and about twice as thick. Taking off the top, he scooped its contents of vaseline onto two fingers and then bent over a bit and slid them quickly into his asshole.

"Would it please you for me to take of the shirt and belt?" he asked, referring to the faux tuxedo shirt that covered little more than a bib would, and the pleated cummerbund around his waist.

"Yes; a good idea!" said William, thinking how much he wanted to caress the boy's entire body as they fucked.

Kurt undid a hook behind his neck and one at his lower back, and the 'shirt' and cummerbund (which were attached) came free. He put the skimpy garment aside and then posed like a pin-up model... one hand behind his head, the other at his waist... so William could admire his nudity.

"My god; you are so gorgeous!" the man murmured as he held out his arms to the boy. Kurt kicked off his high-heeled shoes, leaving the stockings as his only clothing, and straddled William's lap, facing away. With his feet planted on the seat, on either side of William's knees, and holding the man's rigid cock in his hand, Kurt lowered his slender ass down. He flexed open his anal muscle as soon as the cock-head made contact, and held his breath as the glans penetrated the tight entrance. He exhaled and felt the warm glow of pleasure as he eased farther down the 6-inch erection.

When he had been initiated into sexuality, several years before by his favorite older cousin, Kurt could barely tolerate the feeling of being fucked by a mature cock. But he quickly came to love the erotic feeling of his lubed rectum being filled by the firm, masculine warmth... the delicious pleasure of a smooth erection sliding back and forth along his anal nerves and that special place a few centimeters inside.

William's body strained with excited anticipation as the boy impaled himself on the man's throbbing cock. 'Oh, god! Yes! He's so tight... it's so incredibly good!' he thought to himself as he groaned out loud. William's arms wrapped around Kurt's body as boy completed the smooth entry... sitting firmly on the man's lap, holding the entire length of the cock snugly inside his tight ass.

The boy flexed his thigh muscles, balancing his body with his hands on the man's knees, and William's erection slid almost all the way along the tight slippery tunnel. And then the boy's body eased down again.

William's right hand reached for the lad's stiff 4-inch erection and fondled it. His left caressed Kurt's body, from his soft thighs to his boyish chest, teasing the boy's small nipples into tiny stiff points. Then his fingers went to the boy's mouth, in imitation of what he had seen the bell-hop do to Monty back at the hotel. Kurt's mouth instantly sucked in William's index finger, briefly fellating it as if it were a little boy's penis, sucking and licking as his lips moved up and down. The unexpectedly intensity sent a spasm through William's body.

He nuzzled the boy's neck, inhaling his delicious scent. As Kurt's ass rose and fell in a steady cadence, they both groaned with raw lust and sighed with sublime pleasure.

"Oh, Billy! I love you so much!" (That always went over well with customers... and he DID like this handsome American.)

"I love you too Kurt!" (Well, in any case, he loved the way the darling boy made him feel.) "I wish I could fuck you forever."

They both kept an eye to the action on stage, looking on admiringly as the two performers smoothly maneuvered so that the 10-year-old was now facing the other direction, and the teenager held him up with hands beneath his thighs... all without disengaging from the vigorous fucking. Instead of the boy doing the work... raising his ass up and letting himself down on the older youth's cock... now it was the teenager doing the thrusting as he held the boy in place. No longer dancing, the 15-year-old stood in one place on the stage, making a quarter-turn every 15 seconds or so, so that audience had constantly-shifting views of the lewd performance.

As the teenager fucked his boy faster, flexing his thighs and buttocks athletically, so also did Kurt increase the pace of his up and down plunges on William's lap. The man, in turn, jacked the boy's slender penis at a faster pace... his other hand now fondling the half-size balls in the boy's silky scrotum.

The action on-stage played out in tandem with that on the curved leather banquette in which the young American and young Brit were playing. Monty and Lukas, who had been fucking face-to-face in the seated position, got up from the seat and Lukas was now laying face-up on the narrow round table. Monty was on his knees, sucking Lukas enthusiastically, with the boy's legs resting on the man's shoulders.

William had an overabundance of visual stimulation to accompany the physical pleasure he was experiencing. Kurt's smooth shoulders and back... his face in profile when he looked back over his shoulder and smiled... Monty's oral assault on his own boy, moving his mouth from cock to balls to anus, and back again... and the two boys on-stage, now face-to-face again in their standing fuck, but with the younger one leaning back, hands locked on each other's forearms, the boy's legs around the teenager's waist.

Perhaps it was serendipity; maybe just the power of suggestion; but the orgasms began erupting in rapid succession. The first was on stage, as the teenager's big cock pulled out just in time to splatter all over the chest and face of the 10-year-old he held in front of him. Then Kurt... his body trembling in dry orgasm and his anal muscles contracting spasmodically around William's cock as the boy continued to move his ass up and down. Then Lukas... shooting strings of cum onto his belly, as Monty jacked the boy's 5-inch penis, fondled the boy's hairless balls, and reamed his tongue into the boy's freshly-fucked asshole. And finally William... thrusting his hips up, driving his cock into Kurt's ass, hugging the boy desperately, and finally achieving glorious release as his tumescent penis unloaded spurt after spurt of cum inside the boy's tight rectum.

The performers took their bows, but William was too spent to applaud. Kurt was now still on his lap and William's arms were wrapped around him, fondling him tenderly. The boy turned his head, and they kissed. And when the man's softening cock slipped out, Kurt turned sideways on William's lap, and they embraced in a long, passionate kiss. Then he hopped down and dutifully got William another glass of champagne. The man drained it and held it out to be refilled.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC; "now for your amusement we have Ernst and Horst, loyal members of the Deutsches Jungvolk."

There was laughter from the audience as two boy, one 14 and the other 13, came out dressed in identical uniforms -- tan shirt, brown neckerchief, short black leather lederhosen, thick white knee socks and sturdy hiking boots. Standing at attention, side-by-side, they began to sing in beautiful, earnest voices.

"They're Boy Scouts?" William asked Monty.

"I suppose," replied his friend.

Kurt volunteered an explanation. "Deutsches Jungvolk; not Boy Scouts. It is the younger-boys' part of Hitler-Jugend. You know the crazy little man with the funny mustache? Many boys are joining this group now."

"Ah, yes; Hitler," said Monty. "I've read about him. He runs one of those nationalist political parties, and I hear he has his own rather substantial private militia... a quite large boys' group too -- the Hitler Youth. Those German youth groups have always been notorious for rampant sex-play among boys, and between the boys and their lucky adult leaders."

William had never heard of Hitler, who wouldn't become known in America until 1932. All he knew was that the boys were singing in German and taking off articles of clothing after each short verse, beginning with shoes and socks.

"What are they singing about, Kurt?"

"It is the old folk song. The Hitler-Jugend uses the music and makes new words. These boys, they are making the jokes of the Hitler-Jugend words. It is hard to make it into English, but they sing about going on the hiking trip and take off all the clothing in meadows." He paused for a moment as the boys took off another item of clothing, this time their shirts. "... we are naked as we do climbing mountains." The boys remove their undershirts. "... we suck our friend's cock at the campfire." The lederhosen pants came off, and the boys were wearing only snug white undershorts. "... adult leader come to tent and lick our arse-hole and gives us the fuck." Off came the underpants, and the boys were totally naked.

The older one seemed nicely into puberty, the younger one on the cusp; both were hairless. They were making jokes in German that had most of the audience laughing, as they fondled each other's penises to erection and stood back to admire their work. William didn't bother asking for the translation, and instead his eyes just feasted on the two examples of beautiful, sexual boyhood.

"Wir spielen das seilspiel!" (Let's play the rope game!) said the older one, and the MC appeared from behind the curtain holding several lengths of clothesline.

The boys jabbered away, again to the amusement of the Germans and German-speakers in the audience. (The rapid talk and extensive use of slang were beyond Monty's limited abilities in the language.) The younger boy began tying up his older friend.

"The boys play the much-loved rope game," said the MC in English, "in which the boy who is tied attempts to escape. If he succeeds, the other boy must give him the choice of sexual favors. If he fails, the other boy can have his way while the first is tied. Watch now."

The older boy was on his knees, and the younger one tied his ankles together, then his hands behind his back, and then secured his hands to his ankles. When he stood back, the 14-year-old struggled to escape, but could not. The other boy, in triumph, jacked his cock hard again, positioned himself in front of the boy on his knees, and pushed his cock into the helpless boy's mouth. The tied-up boy dutifully sucked it, as the winner thrust his crotch in a mouth-fucking motion. After younger boy made a show of orgasming (probably too quickly to have been authentic), he untied his victim and extended a hand to help him to his feet. Instead of roles being reversed, however, the two boys looked over at the MC, who began to speak.

"Would anyone in the audience like to try the game?" he said in both languages. "You must be completely naked to play, and it will all be in good fun... even if you lose the game!"

The MC pointed to someone in the audience. "Ah, the first volunteer! Yes, mein herr; please come forward," he said. "I see that you are already naked and ready for fun!" A young man stepped forward to the stage, proudly flaunting a good-sized boner, rising up from his handsome body.

"I know that chap!" whispered Monty with a chuckle. "Charlie Kensington... a year ahead of me at Oxford... and even more of a voracious boylover and exhibitionist than I!"

"And another player joins," said the MC. "Very good, mein herr; finish removing your clothing and come forward." The second naked man came from the audience onto the stage... in his 40s with a large flaccid cock and a reasonably fit body. "We have additional boys ready to play. Let us have more volunteers from the audience." And right on cue, two more naked boys, holding ropes, came out from behind the curtain. "Don't be shy. Drink more champagne for your courage!"

"You will play too; yes?" prompted Kurt, handing William his glass.

"Well..." said William tentatively. He downed the champagne in one gulp. "Alright!" He stood up, a little tipsy, and Kurt quickly removed his tie and shirt. He kicked off his shoes, peeled down the socks, and walked the short distance to the stage... his inhibitions receding with each step. The audience applauded politely.

The MC positioned him next to a beautiful naked 11-year-old, who held two lengths of clothesline. The MC tried to lure more participants, but settled for just the three.

William looked briefly out into the audience, seeing in the dim light perhaps 30 customers, each with a boy. Many were in some state of undress... some being sucked off by their waiter... some men doing the sucking... others just holding their boy and fondling him. Of the several women that he noticed in his quick scan, the one that drew his eye was a middle-aged matron holding a naked 10-year-old face-up on her ample lap. The boy was sucking like a baby at her plump breast, exposed beneath her raised blouse, while she eagerly masturbated his 3-inch erection.

"You may choose either part of the game," the MC told the participants; "to tie up your boy, or to have him tie you."

William chose to be tied, as did each of the others. He was living out a fantasy that had its origins in an episode when he was 13 and at summer camp... when he and a tent-mate took turns tying each other up... and using the period of helplessness to fondle each other's stiff penises. His mind had given the event an honored place in his repertoire of sexual fantasies, to be pulled forward and embellished during masturbation.

The boy knew very little English, but guided William into a sitting position on the floor, with his legs spread and bent, facing the audience. William's penis was on full display, and he watched as it rose up into erection. The boy placed William's hands palms-down along the insides of his ankles, and started looping the rope with practiced precision. In a flurry of activity that lasted only about 2 minutes, the boy finished his work. William's forearms were securely tied to his calves on each side, and tight coils of rope firmly bound William's hands, from wrist to fingertips, against his ankles. The man could tell right away that there would be no chance of escaping in any reasonable time.

The other two men were tied up with equal speed... in different positions, but just as securely. When the MC gave the signal to start, all three men struggled vainly against the ropes, to the amusement of the audience. After only a minute the struggling waned, and the MC stepped in.

"So now, meine herren, you must be the sex slaves in bondage for your little masters until I announce the conclusion," said the 16-year-old MC in an amused voice. "Fahren sie fort, jungen." (Get going, boys!)

William's young 'master' was a pre-pubescent beauty who went about the task with mischievous glee. First he pulled the man onto his back, so that his wide-open legs were sticking into the air, and his asshole and genitals were on display to all. The boy knelt down and briefly fondled William's rigid erection, played with his balls, and lightly ran his fingertips back and forth across the tender anal flesh that was completely exposed.

The American's mind was surging with inhibition-free excitement, nearly oblivious to the audience... in a daze of partial intoxication, sexual stimulation, and kinky decadence. He was quite unaware of anything happening with the other men on stage, even though the audience was being treated to an intensely erotic three-ring circus of sexual domination of men by young boys.

"Ohhhh... yes, boy!" he murmured and his asshole was blissfully tormented by tickling fingers. "Yes, master; I'm your sex slave!"

The lad may have understood him... or may have just been following a script. He stood up and spun William's body a quarter-turn, so that the man was in profile to the audience. Kneeling behind the helpless adult, the boy rubbed and patted William's exposed buttocks and called out to the audience.

"Sollte ich ihn verpruugeln?" (Should I spank it?) "To spank?" he added in his limited English.

"Ja!" "Yes!" came a chorus of jovial replies, Monty's voice loudest of all.

The boy gave the man's butt five brisk spanks, rubbing between each one. Then he played some more with William's genitals... squeezing the man's full ball-sack... pulling back on his erection and letting it slap forward on his belly.

"You will suck the penis, ja?" said the boy in soft voice, ready to change course if the man objected. William smiled and nodded his head in reply. The lad positioned himself straddling William's face. He leaned forward, rubbing his young-boy dick across the man's chin, and then held it just above his open mouth.

Trussed up like an animal, completely naked, and on display to dozens of on-lookers... William should have felt humiliated. Instead he felt only pure lust, as he arched his neck up and captured the 11-year-old's little wiener, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue circled the foreskin-covered glans, pleasuring it vigorously. The boy pressed his crotch forward, and the hood of sex-flesh skinned back between the man's lips to uncover the acorn-shaped cock-head. The boyish penis fully erected as the man sucked, lengthening and plumping, with William's mind and efforts focused solely on the utter eroticism of fellating this slender boy-sexy boner. But it didn't last long.

The lad pulled his stiffy from William's mouth with a 'pop' and turned his body around, facing the other direction. Now it was his smooth round butt that was in William's face.

"Leck mich am arsch!" (Lick my ass) said the boy in a loud voice. "Lick!" he added.

The boy's well-scrubbed light-pink asshole hovered above William's mouth, and he didn't hesitate. He strained to lift his head and extended his tongue. Rimming a boy's ass would have been unthinkable to him only a week before, but now it was one of the many pleasures to which he had become totally addicted. William's entire body trembled with lust as the boy eased his shapely butt lower and flexed open the anal muscle, allowing the man's tongue to probe into the musky interior.

As William was blissfully licking, the boy was making an ostentatious show of spitting on his fingers and letting the audience know that he was about to probe the man's own asshole. He leaned forward between William's spread-apart and up-raised legs, and ran two slippery fingers around the nerve-laden anal entrance. Feeling the muscle open slightly he slid the middle finger further, slowly twisting and pushing in... gradually finger-fucking more aggressively. He heard the man's muffled groans, and took it to the next level. The boy felt for the prostate and massaged it expertly. His other hand began a smooth, quick masturbation of William's dripping and totally- erect cock.

The combination of stimuli blasted the man into a powerful orgasm as he groaned out loud and his body shook uncontrollably, there on stage for everyone to see.

The boy hopped off and quickly untied the ropes. The other 'masters' were just finishing up too, having been well-trained to coordinate the timing of their activities. The entire segment, from the three audience members coming up on stage to their being untied and escorted back to their seats, took about 15 minutes.

"Did you like the fun, Billy?" Kurt asked, as he snuggled back onto William's lap.

The man only smiled and kissed the boy. He rubbed his wrists for a few moments, and then wrapped his arms around Kurt to draw him closer.

"Have more champagne," said the boy, holding the glass to William's lips, as the MC began introducing the next act.

Later that night, a little before 1:00 a.m....

Monty and William strolled back to their hotel, weaving a bit, but looking quite spiffy in their tuxedos. Their boys' last duty had been as valets in re-dressing their customers. Their long good-byes and sexy kissing and fondling, with the boys sitting on the men's laps, had continued after the cabaret show was over. Both Kurt and Lukas had finished the night with their garters festooned with Reichsmarks... more than usual, and considerably more than the boys' fathers brought home from their jobs, with wages severely depressed by Germany's ongoing economic troubles.

The doorman at the hotel touched the brim of his hat as he held the door open, and they went directly to the front desk.

"Gute nacht, meine herren," said the clerk politely.

"Good evening," said Monty. "The key to 823, please."

"Of course, sir.... Oh; and you are having two young companions in the room tonight; yes? They are waiting downstairs. Shall they be brought up now, or should there be delay?"

"Send them up now, if you would. I see that the concierge is still here, and I wish to speak to him for a while. It would be delightful if the boys were waiting for us when we get to the suite." Monty discretely slipped two folded Reichsmark banknotes to the man and took the key. Then he added: "Have them be completely naked and under the bedclothes when we arrive. The older lad in the bedroom on the left; the younger in the bedroom on the right. We'll have a quick nightcap in the bar to give some time." Then Monty and William walked toward the desk in front of the elevators.

"I say, Max! Are you still working at this hour of the night?"

"Ah, Herr Montgomery! You are back," said the concierge. "I work until midnight each day, and it is not now so much later." The man's voice lowered and he continued, with a conspiratorial gleam in his eye: "I mostly stay to make sure my favorite customer is safely tucked in with his cute young 'bed warmer'. You have arranged with the desk-clerk for the boys to be sent up to the room; yes?"

"All taken care of," said Monty. "If you would be so kind, Max, Billy and I would like an afternoon visit tomorrow to that posh brothel just off the Potsdamer Platz... you know the one?"

"Yes; quite posh. Der Palast der Sultane... The Sultan's Palace. Still the best in the city, I think... so pretty and young the boys are... and so many of exotic foreign birth. They are specializing now in having two, three, four, or even more boys together serving the customer... a little harem of boys; yes? Shall I enquire of availability for you to reserve? Perhaps at 3:00 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, with three boys for each of you? The reservation should be easy at the early hour."

"Excellent! Your suggestion is spot-on, as always, Max!" said the smiling Brit.

"I know the kind of boy who is pleasing to you, Herr Montgomery. But Herr Taylor... what should I request for you in making the reservation? Perhaps some of their youngest? Of 9, 10, 11 years? And the exotic boys... Russians? Arabs? Black-skinned ones from my country's former African colonies? Or an Asian beauty from the French Indochina colony, or the Dutch island of Java?"

"Well, Max; it sounds as though you know me quite well too!" Indeed, William was flabbergasted at how expertly the concierge had read his sexual desires. "I will have the foreign boys; young ones. No older than 12. They have 9-year-olds, you say?"

End of Part 4

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Next: Chapter 5


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