(Story so far - Jersey in the Channel Islands is under German Occupation, and four German soldiers are staying in our house. Wolfgang shares my bedroom, and had just fucked me for the first time.)
I was going to be their hot little bitch, I knew that.
Wolfgang must have read my thoughts, because a few minutes later he whispered to me again:
`You like my comrades in ze next room? You like zem to rape you? I can arrange zis!'
`Oh, yes please!' I said eagerly.
`When do your parents go out?' asked Wolfgang.
`They will be out all day Saturday. They are going to visit my grandparents and my sister. I'll make some excuse not to go with them,' I said, my voice full of excitement.
`Yes, you vill do zis, and me and my comrades, ve vill all haf you. Ve vill keep our uniforms on -- you like zat, ja?' said Wolfgang, who clearly knew what I wanted.
`Oh yes, please! I just want to service you all,' I said.
`Ja, you vill be servicing many soldiers in the Wehrmacht. I vill make sure of zat! But you are my Hausfrau -- you only go viv uzzer soldiers ven I say so. You are my whore, I vill rent you out to ze Deutsche soldaten'.
The thought of being his housewife' and whore' and being rented out to German soldiers gave me a big thrill. I was indeed a Jerry-bag, and I loved it.
The following Saturday my parents went to visit my sister and grandparents. I said I didn't feel too well, so stayed at home.
I was laying in my bed reading, when Wolfgang came in followed by his three comrades who slept in the next bedroom. They all had their German army uniforms on, as Wolfgang had promised.
Wolfgang then produced two pairs of handcuffs, made me lay face down, and proceeded to handcuff my hands to the railings of the headboard. Meanwhile the other three soldiers pulled the bedclothes off me and took my pajamas off. I then saw them lining up to fuck me, fondling their big erections inside their uniform trousers.
First to approach me was Franz, but before climbing on top of me he unbuttoned his flies, took out his big cock, knelt on the bed by my pillow and waved his cock in front of my mouth:
Suck zis,' he ordered, Suck it so it is hard and slippery zen I vill fuck you.'
I sucked on Franz's big cock whilst Wolfgang and the other two soldiers stood watching and wanking. It was difficult giving a blowjob with my hands attached to the headboard, but I did my best.
Then Franz, sporting a rock-hard erection, jumped on top of me and rammed his rod of steel right up my bum. He did it with such sudden force that I yelled out in pain.
Yes, you are being raped by ze German army!' hissed Franz in my ear as he mercilessly plowed in and out of my arse, You are under occupation and must service your conquerors.'
`Yes, sir!' I said, as Franz continued to fuck the living daylights out of me. Soon I felt his hot spunk shooting up inside me, a fountain of pure lust.
Zat is zehr gut!' cooed Franz in my ear, I haf filled the sweinhund mit spunk!'
As soon as Franz rolled off me, Hans took his place, gently easing his cock up my back passage which was now slimey with Franz's cum.
Good boy,' said Hans in my ear, You are a good fuck. I fuck you nice and slow. Mmmm, feel my big soldier cock inside you.'
I moaned with pleasure. Hans was so sensual and seductive, after Franz's brutal rape.
After about 15 minutes, during which Hans bit my ear and my neck as he gently fucked me, he said: `I am cummin' now. Take my spunk, feel it pumping into you slowly, slowly -- ahhhhh, zis feels so goooooood! Lovely fuck!'
Hans kissed my neck as he got off the bed, then Jurgen got on top of me. He was a very tall lad, and his long, slim cock must have been nearly a foot long. As he slid it up my spunky arsehole I felt it filling me right up. Higher and higher it went, till it was rammed up against my prostate, causing me to instantly shoot my load.
Yes, you like Jurgen's big soldier cock inside you,' he said. I've made you cum, haven't I? Now you vill let me fill your stomach vith my hot cum.'
Jurgen pushed his long prick still higher and higher till it felt it was almost in my stomach. Even though I had cum, it felt so satisfying. Then I felt it stiffen inside me and spurt its hot load high into my lower abdomen. I'd never felt anything so intensely in my life, and I'd been fucked by quite a few men.
Finally Wolfgang climbed on top of me and fucked me. You are my little bitch, my whore,' he said. Did you like my comrades fucking you? But my cock is best, isn't it?'
Yes,' I said, You are my master, I worship your cock'.
Yes, I am your big blond Aryan master, and my cock is going to fill you vith my spunk,' he said. You dirty little bitch, you haf been fucked by four German soldiers and still you vant more. Vell here it is -- take my spunk! Take it, take it, you filthy soldiers' bitch-boy.'
Wolfgang shot his hot load up my arse, and I came again at the same time.
Then the three other soldiers laughed as they walked out of my bedroom. Just before he left, Wolfgang came over to the bed and took the handcuffs off. Then he sneered and said to me:
`Be ready zis afternoon -- I am renting out your arse to many soldiers. Your mouth too. You vill make me a lot of money today.'
True to his word, Wolfgang kept showing German soldiers into my bedroom all afternoon. I was fucked senseless, sometimes having to give one soldier a blow-job whilst another fucked my arse. I saw Wolfgang collecting the money as the soldiers paid him to fuck my mouth or my bum.
By the time my parents were due home I'd been used by about 50 German soldiers, and my bum was sore. My jaw ached from all the cocks I had sucked, and my insides were full of German spunk.
Wolfgang showed me all the money he had made.
You vill come vith me to ze barracks tomorrow, and every day,' he said. I vill make a lot more money from you. You vill service ze Wehrmacht -- ze soldaten zey need a good mouth and tight bum like yours.'
Thruout the entire Occupation I was fucked daily by many German soldiers, sometimes in the barracks, but often in my own bedroom with my parents in the house. They could not really question why German soldiers were entering the house and going into the bedroom Wolfgang and I shared together, so I was used as a German army fuck-bag right under the noses of my parents. I'd come down to the dining table barely able to walk, so I'm sure my parents must have known what was going on. They didn't dare say anything in case they were arrested. The Germans ruled the roost and could do as they liked. I loved the fact that I was the German army's plaything, and that my parents couldn't do a thing about it.
When the Liberation came, British soldiers also took advantage of me. The German soldiers told them I was a good fuck and more than willing to service anyone in uniform, and so the British army used me just like the Germans had done.
Before he was shipped back to Germany, Wolfgang came to see me.
`You are my bitch. I vant you to come to Germany vith me. I vill fuck you every day, and rent you out to men in Rostock,' he said. I was so happy.
Wolfgang was shipped out by the British army, but he'd given me money and his address so I could follow him. After about a month I secretly packed up a suitcase and took the ferry to France, then went by train into Germany. Across the Western zones of occupied Germany and into the Soviet Zone. Far north of Berlin, on the Baltic coast, was the town of Rostock.
Wolfgang met me at the station, and took me to his flat. For the next few years we lived there, and had great sex. He brought soldiers and other men into the flat to have sex with me, and made a lot of money out of me. Russian soldiers were the most frequent visitors -- half the Red Army in the Rostock area must have fucked me.
By 1949 the German Democratic Republic had been declared, and Wolfgang joined the People's Army. He was moved to a barracks near Kuhlungsborn, a seaside resort further west along the Baltic coast. People's Army soldiers, and Red Army soldiers, continued to fuck me in the little one-room flat near the barracks Wolfgang had got for me. Of course Wolfgang was also a frequent visitor, often spending the night with me.
Years later we were still together. Wolfgang was a member of the National Democratic Party of Germany, which contained many ex-Wehrmacht and ex-Nazi Party members. It was part of the coalition National Front which ruled East Germany. I joined the Socialist Unity Party of Germany (the amalgamated Communist Party and Social Democratic Party) and eventually became a People's Deputy in the Volkskammer, the GDR parliament in Berlin, Capital of the GDR (East Berlin). By this time Wolfgang was a Berlin city councilor, for we had moved into a flat in the GDR capital, overlooking the Wall and West Berlin.
By the late 1960s Wolfgang and I were 40 years old, and still together. We enjoyed our life in Berlin. Of course he was no longer my pimp renting me out - that stopped back in the early 1950s. But we were not monogamous. We enjoyed the gay scene of East Berlin, which although not quite as open and wild as that in West Berlin, was still pretty eye opening. We thought nothing of walking hand-in-hand down the Freidrichstrasse, and nobody ever batted an eyelid.
Our favorite pick-up joints were the G bar (pronounced GAY bar) and the nearby coffee bar, both in Friedrichstrasse near the station. The coffee bar was quite outrageous and got packed to the doors, a seething mass of men all groping each other and jerking each other off. Visitors to East Berlin were amazed when walking by these two establishments, seeing men coming out hand in hand and kissing in the street. Later the authorities clamped down on some of these more outrageous places, and all we were left with were public parks, toilets and sad little run-down gay places like the Café Klaus.
However, as part of the East German establishment Wolfgang and I had a privileged and good life together in the GDR, then our world came crashing down with the Wall in 1989. We had mixed feelings about this. As loyal GDR citizens we missed the positive socialist achievements and social security of the regime, and the perks of Party membership, but like everybody else we were fascinated by the decadence and riches of West Berlin which was suddenly opened to us.
We are now old men in our late 70s, still living in Berlin. The novelty of the Wall coming down has worn off, and with unemployment high in the East and the decline in the German economy, many think it was a big mistake to reunite the country. We are living on our pensions, so can't afford many of the luxuries we see in the shops and advertised on TV.
But we do make occasional forays into the gay nitelife of Berlin, which is as wild as ever. Sometimes too wild for two men approaching 80! But we still dress up in our leather gear and with the help of Viagra we have some good times with lots of men once a month or so in the leather bars. Lots of big hairy men frequent these places -- perhaps that's why the symbol of Berlin is a bear!
To be continued. Episode 4 -- My German Airman.