It was after midnight as the man walked down a side street in the center city. The collar of his overcoat was pulled up for warmth... and for anonymity.
The man had tried to resist his compulsion, just like all the other times. But when the urge got strong, nothing could keep him away. And when he finally gave in to his craving, the surrender was total and absolute... all guilt banished temporarily from his mind. At least he wasn't a homosexual, he would assure himself. He despised homosexuals.
Approaching the unmarked door, he glanced in each direction to see if he was noticed. Two quick raps of his knuckles on the door; pause a couple of seconds; then three more quick knocks. A peep-hole slid open, and then the door opened to admit him.
"Willkommen, mein Herr! Please come in! So good to see you again! Let me take your coat," said the proprietor. "You have been away too long, and my boys have missed their favorite customer."
The brothel-owner made a point bestowing gregarious flattery on the men who patronized his establishment. He depended on return visits and word of mouth to stay in business. A low profile was needed since it was illegal to run a boy-brothel in the State of Bavaria. He sometimes thought he should move the business to Berlin, which by 1923 had developed a reputation for debauchery unrivaled by any city in the history of mankind. No need to pay bribes to the police in Berlin, where sexual commerce was a major industry, carried out openly. Berlin's erotic entrepreneurs even advertised in guide books that catered to American and British sex-tourists, whose dollars and pounds could easily buy any kind of perversion the human mind could imagine.
But the proprietor was content to stay in his home town... the competition was less here in Munich, and there were plenty of families who were willing to send their sons to work in a brothel, especially now that hyper-inflation had wiped out everyone's savings.
The proprietor led the man into a lounging area where eight boys sat on sofas, talking among themselves in bored tones and listening to scratchy records on a wind-up victrola. When the customer and proprietor entered, the talking ceased. The boys stood up and assumed various sensuous poses, each lad eager to earn money that would put food on his family's table the next day. They ranged in age from 9 to 16, and their eyes beckoned to the man... tongues moved erotically across parted lips... hands brushing suggestively across crotches. All were dressed in very short pants that displayed their legs up to the crotch, and each wore a freshly-laundered white shirt. Very proper and Bavarian.
"What kind of boy may I provide you tonight, mein Herr? A pretty little pixie with a nice tight ass? How about a young charmer in his prime who's just beginning to shoot his seed? Maybe a handsome older youth with a nice big cock? Before you decide, let me show you two boys who are new to my employ since your last visit," said the cheerful proprietor. "Hans... Simon... step forward and display your charms to the gentleman."
Hans was a stunningly attractive 11-year-old blond, wearing tight lederhosen - the traditional Bavarian leather pants. The customer thought to himself that this was the very essence of Aryan boy-beauty. The lad unbuttoned his lederhosen and pushed them down his thighs. A sharp intake of breath betrayed the man's arousal at the sight of the perfect little penis and small boyish scrotum. Yes; this one was definitely appealing... his body so white, so soft, so devoid of hair. Just the kind he usually chose. It would be a pleasure to take this one up to one of the rooms, kiss and fondle him for a while, suck his little erection until the lad was squealing in the throes of a dry orgasm, and then give him a glorious fuck. For a moment, his mind fixed on the image of himself lying back on a bed while the slender pre-pubescent boy straddled his hips and rode his cock like a jockey on a race horse.
But then his eyes turned to Simon... a 14-year-old with dusky skin, handsome features, full lips, and curly dark hair. A Jew? His heart began to beat faster. Then the boy lowered his grey flannel schoolboy shorts. Like Hans, he wore no underpants, and the customer stared excitedly at the boy's surprisingly large and exquisitely-formed circumcised penis. Though flaccid, it was nearly 5 inches in length. A slight fringe of dark pubic hair sprouted above the man-size cock. Fat low-hanging balls looked as though they would produce an especially full load of cum. The man's own cock came to life in his pants.
A Jew-boy... it had been a while since he'd had one. Like many other veterans of the defeated German Army, the man professed to hate Jews, believing that Jewish treachery had been responsible for the Fatherland's downfall in the Great War. But in the brothels to which he was compulsively drawn, he was as eager to take an adolescent Jewish lad as he was to choose a young blond Aryan. The reason was clear enough to the man. He had first been introduced to the excitement of sex, just at the dawn of his puberty, by a Jewish boy from his neighborhood. For several months when he was 13, he played every sexual game that Abram, his 15-year-old seducer, had suggested. And he had loved every minute of it... even when it involved getting fucked in the ass. Abram had casually cast aside his young sex partner after a time, replacing him with a Jewish girlfriend. The man never forgot the sting of that rejection. But in all the years since, the man's masturbation fantasies often fixated on Abram and the things they had done together.
And now, here he was gazing at a young adolescent who looked very much like Abram had. The man's mouth watered at the thought of sliding his lips around the circumcised cock that dangled at the boy's crotch, just as he had done so many times for Abram.
The man chose Simon without even glancing at the other boys. He paid the proprietor 150,000 marks (an inflation-driven sum that would have been unimaginable for such a transaction only a few weeks before) and allowed the boy to lead him to a small upstairs bedroom.
"Undress me, boy," said the man in a voice that almost cracked from the tension in his throat. "And get on your knees when you remove my trousers."
"With pleasure, mein Herr," the lad replied with self-confidence, as he began unbuttoning the man's shirt. When he knelt down to unbuckle the customer's belt, he looked up into the man's eyes and smiled with the look of a brazen seductress, and his hand squeezed the man's stiffening cock through his pants. The boy might be new to this brothel, thought the man, but he seemed well-versed in the art of pleasuring.
"Suck me," said the man. He tried to sound authoritative, but the quavering in his voice betrayed him. The boy's mouth enveloped the man's erection in warm wetness. His tongue danced over the throbbing cock-head, poking at the slit and teasing the ridge of the glans, his lips nibbling playfully at the foreskin. And then his mouth dove down, taking all of the man's stubby erection in one gulp... then sucked tightly as his lips slithered smoothly up the shaft. When he reached the top, he toyed with the sensitive glans for a few luscious moments, then slid all the way down the short pole again, the cock-head squeezing effortlessly into the entrance of the boy's throat.
Simon began an aggressive blow job that was as good as any the man had ever experienced. The youth worked the man's cock with every technique he'd learned in almost 2 years as a street whore and a brothel boy. Twists of his head, constrictions of his throat, and expert use of his tongue provided a constantly shifting sensual barrage. While causing the man's cock-head to rub across the roof of his mouth, or scraping his teeth gently along the sensitive penis-flesh, Simon approached -- but never crossed -- the line that separates intense pleasure from discomfort.
"Ach! Mein Gott! YES!" moaned the man, as his fingers wove through the boy's thick curly hair. His hips pumped in time with Simon's talented mouth as electric chills ran through his body, and his legs began to tremble. But just as the man's lust built almost to the point of no return, Simon pulled his mouth off for a moment.
"Would it please you for me to drink your seed now, mein Herr? Your manly cock is such a pleasure to suck."
A professional flatterer like his pimp, thought the man. But he appreciated the lad's consideration. Simon could have finished him off in another minute of sucking. The man would have been disappointed afterwards if he had shot his cum so soon, after having paid for a full hour. He knew he wasn't the most virile of men... a second erection would be unlikely before his time ran out.
"No... enough sucking," he said, gasping for breath. Then he motioned for Simon to stand and said "take off your clothes; let me see you."
The lad stripped nude slowly, posing for the man as he did. Simon's hands wandered languidly over his slender body, caressing his nipples, his inner thighs, his round ass. When the boy's fingers stroked his penis to full erection - a thick 7 inches - the man couldn't take his eyes away from it. Simon had gotten that look innumerable times since he first took up whoring, just short of his 13th birthday, when he found that his precocious sexual development could help support the family. And he had long since acquired the knack for reading a customer desires.
"You want to suck it," he said... as a statement of fact rather than a question. "Go on; get on you knees and do me."
The tone was almost haughty, and might have gotten Simon in trouble, but the man responded just as expected... by sinking to his knees and paying homage to the big, throbbing adolescent cock. The man held it in his hand, ran his fingers down its length, admiring the girth and the smooth tight skin. His other hand came up underneath the full balls, weighing and fondling them. Bringing his mouth close, he ran his tongue several times along the shaft, then nuzzled the boy's sparse pubic hairs and inhaled the intoxicating mixture of soap-smell and adolescent musk.
Bending the stiff cock outward a bit, the man licked at the clear fluid that seeped from the slit, then captured the cock-head in his mouth like a hungry baby at his mother's tit. It was such a thrill to suck the obscenely-naked glans of a circumcised cock (though he couldn't imagine being without his own foreskin). As his mouth slid down and his tongue explored every curve and vein, the man shivered with pleasure and excitement. He was an atheist, but this was his religious ritual... on his knees, worshiping a boy's cock with his mouth. The guilt and self-loathing he would inevitably feel afterwards were of no consequence while he was engaged in this act that his mind craved so persistently.
"Ja... suck it... take it deep, Liebchen" purred Simon as his hands softly caressed the customer's straight black hair. The man's senses were inflamed, and his mouth sank lower on the shaft, almost desperate to have the thick head enter his throat. He gagged at his first attempt, but returned right away and swallowed the hot, smooth glans. The man's neatly-trimmed mustache pressed against the boy's pubic hair, anxious to take every bit of Simon's 7 inches. He stayed down so long that his lungs burned, and when he finally came up for air he licked at the flowing pre-cum like an eager puppy. Then his mouth slid down again, beginning an up-and-down rhythm. One hand caressed the teenager's slender butt cheek; the other hand stroked his own erection, not caring at this moment that his cock was more than two inches shorter than the boy's.
As he jacked himself and sucked the marvelous erection, the customer began to feel another familiar urge, first as a tingling, then as an itch demanding relief. He pulled his mouth off the spit-slick cock and looked up at the boy-whore's face.
"Fuck me," he said in a pleading voice. "Please, Abram; fuck me."
Simon wasn't surprised to be called by a name other than his own; it happened often enough. There was no doubt that this customer liked being submissive, so Simon continued to play the dominant role.
"Get on the bed... face down... and raise up your ass for me. I'll give it to you good... just the way you need."
The covers were already pulled back on the bed as the customer got on his knees and clutched a pillow to his chest. Simon lubed his cock with oil from a bottle at the bedside and poured an extra dollop on his fingers. The man looked back over his shoulder as the teenager positioned himself between the man's splayed legs and brought his fingers to the man's twitching anus. A single digit slid in and cork-screwed in and out for a minute, then was joined by a second finger. The teenager satisfied himself that the man could take a good solid fucking without getting hurt and pulled the fingers out. He teased the man by rubbing his cock-head around the outer flesh of the man's hole, which flexed open in anticipation.
"Beg for it," demanded the boy. "Tell me what you need."
"Oh, God!" moaned the man. "Fuck me! Please fuck me hard! I need it so much, Abram... shove your beautiful cock in me."
The boy responded instantly, pushing in as the man strained to take the thickness. The man grunted with discomfort as the cock-head popped past his sphincter, then purred with blissful contentment as the boy began thrusting gently and rhythmically inside him. The back-and-forth action drove the cock a bit deeper with each forward thrust, and before long the entire 7 inches was buried to the hilt.
That's when Simon began to fuck his customer in earnest... in long, slow, steady strokes... a pace the boy could keep up almost indefinitely without succumbing to orgasm. He looked over at the clock on the bedside table and noted the time. He'd fuck him for about 20 minutes, leave some time for snuggling if the man wanted it, and then get him dressed and out the door just as his 60 minutes ran out. The boy always gave customers their money's worth, and often got tipped generously for the effort.
As Simon settled into his smooth rhythm, the man drifted into a dream-state. This was his own special paradise... being totally dominated by a teenage boy... taking an adolescent cock in his ass and having it fill him completely. The fact that it was a strapping Jew-boy who was mounting him added the extra thrill that came from violating yet another social taboo. Time stood still in his mind, as he shut out everything but the pleasure of being fucked, long and deep, thrust after thrust after thrust.
He was roused from his ecstacy by two new elements in the equation - Simon's hand reaching down to grasp the man's cock, and a speeding up of the boy's fuck strokes. The man's penis stiffened quickly as the sheath of foreskin was slid back and forth over the cock-head, and he felt his lust being raised to an unimaginable level.
"Ugggghhhhh...." The man groaned in a voice that sounded in pain, but the sensations driving it were the total opposite. As Simon masturbated him briskly, the man pushed his ass up and back to receive each rapid fuck-stroke. Guttural noises from both participants were now filling the room, such that neither of them heard (or else their minds didn't process) the sounds of a commotion downstairs. In quick succession, the boy skillfully brought the man to a crashing mind-exploding orgasm, just prior to pumping a half-dozen pulses of hot semen into the man's spasming ass.
The boy ceased fucking, his cock still deep inside the man and his hand massaging the last bit of cum from the man's softening penis. Just then, the door burst open... kicked in by a uniformed policeman with a plain-clothes officer right behind. The boy was roughly pulled off the man and thrown to the floor, and the customer was handcuffed and dragged out into the hall.
Twenty minutes later....
"So... Adolph Hitler... how very interesting," said the detective, reading from the identification card he had pulled from the man's wallet. "I've heard all about you and your band of ruffians. Your National Socialist Party has been growing lately, Ja? You have... what?... almost 2,000 members here in Bavaria? As it happens, I am actually rather sympathetic to many of the positions your Party stands for... your disdain for the Jewish race, for Bolsheviks, and for the traitors that sold out the Fatherland in the Great War. Ah, but Adolf! What are we going to do with you, eh? What will people think when they learn that the Nazi Party's Fuhrer was found in bed with a young boy? And even worse, that he was getting fucked in the ass by a JEW! How would that look to your bully-boy comrades in the Party?"
The man sitting across from the detective's desk hung his head in abject shame and defeat, his long straight hair falling across his eyes. Hitler's wrists were still hand-cuffed behind his back. His overcoat had been draped over his shoulders, but it was unbuttoned and he was naked underneath. To add to his humiliation, Hitler cringed at the knowledge that his embarrassingly small genitals were on display to the detective.
He could not have known that this had all been a set-up... that the detective had strong-armed the proprietor of the whorehouse to call the next time Herr Hitler paid a visit... or that Hitler alone among those in the brothel had been arrested.
"As I said, Adolph," continued the detective, "I am somewhat impressed by your Nazi Party and would hate to see its future tarnished by an isolated misjudgement by its Fuhrer. Perhaps we can work something out so that this unfortunate incident can be kept quiet."
The frightened little man looked up and straightened his shoulders, trying to invent some courage where there was none. He glanced at the name plate on the desk: 'Detective-Inspector Heinrich Himmler' it said.
"Herr Himmler... what did you have in mind."
"Your party is growing in stature, and I'm told by many informants that you are a very effective and inspiring speaker. What your group needs is better efficiency, discipline, and direction. I believe that I am the person who can provide those things, and I propose that I shall take command of the Party. It will be a quiet arrangement at first, but as the Nazi Party grows, I will likely choose a more official function. I think you can remain the Party's Fuhrer, but I will have the ultimate say in all matters. Is that understood?"
A long silence ensued as Hitler's brain struggled to sort out his options. He concluded there were none.
"Yes, Herr Himmler," he said at last in a defeated tone. "It will be done as you say."
"Excellent! And just so you know where we stand, I think it would be appropriate for you to demonstrate your subservience to my will. Get on your knees, crawl over here, and suck my cock." Himmler stood up and unzipped his trousers. His fat penis flopped out of his undershorts. "Come on, you Jew-loving faggot... get over here and blow me."
Hitler sank down from the chair, hands cuffed behind him, the coat slipping from his bare shoulders. Even in this moment of his greatest shame, however, he felt a flicker of erotic excitement ignite. As he awkwardly knee-walked around the desk, his breathing quickened, and his penis began to stiffen.
The End
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