Hitler Youth

By Pueros

for Erik

(Berlin, 28 April 1945)

The Russian Political Commissar was not a cruel man but a desperate yearning for vengeance now rested deep within his heart. Moshe had experienced many horrors of war over the previous four years perpetrated on both his nation and his army colleagues. However, the loss of his only son at the battle of Kursk and the sight of the liberated concentration camps in Poland and eastern Germany had truly embittered and enraged him. The Jewish academic was therefore not someone that a living German should encounter as the 2.5 million strong Red Army, under Generals Zhukov and Koniev, fought its way through the outskirts of Berlin.

Hans was only 14 years old but he was one of the few defenders of the capital of his homeland as the Russian’s inexorable advance proceeded relentlessly. The blonde-haired blue-eyed member of the Hitler Youth movement, an epitome of Aryan male beauty, had already received the Iron Cross from the shaking hands of his Fuhrer, already looking like a walking corpse a few days before his suicide in the bunker beneath the Reichstag. The boy and his family were not Nazis, his parents having been lifelong true socialists, but the lad had been forced to join the youth movement by expectant peer pressure within his local community, the reluctant move made more unavoidable by familial vulnerability created by his father’s death in action.

Hans had helped to defend Berlin from the dreaded Red onslaught bravely despite his tender years and lack of support, having gained speedy competency in the use of a mortar, but even he appreciated that his medal was more for propaganda and the newsreel cameras than for real heroic performance. The boy also knew that his current situation was unsustainable.

Hans was located with a young partner in an isolated forward position and a number of the latest variant of T-34 tank, better than anything the Germans possessed, were closing in on them. The boys hit one of these with a mortar shell but it just bounced off the armour before exploding harmlessly. It was then that the youthful duo concluded that a tactical retreat might be in order.

The boys were slowly moving backwards, threading their way through the ruins of their once prosperous suburb and trying to avoid the bullets and shells flying all around, when the last they knew, literally for Hans’ partner as he was killed instantly, was a mighty explosion nearby.

Hans, who had been stunned, woke shortly afterwards to see a Russian rifle aimed at his face. The 14 years old was surrounded by enemy infantry, some of whom forced the boy to his feet and escorted him to their local headquarters for interrogation as to German dispositions. Moshe was currently charged with such questioning as he spoke German fluently.

The Russian Political Commissar had set himself up in the cellar of a partly ruined house to perform his tasks and was assisted by two other Russian Jews whom he had personally rescued from slave labour and made his assistants. The trio had become highly proficient at their work, after which they did not bother retaining prisoners. However, they had been located in sectors where their army comrades faced adult competition. This was to be the first time that they encountered a uniformed member of the Hitler Youth.

Moshe asked his questions and Hans courageously tried to answer as if he was a soldier, giving only his name and Hitler Youth number and rank. This naturally did not comply with what his impatient interrogators wanted and so physical pressure began to be applied. Slaps to the face became punches to the stomach and then knees to the groin but still the 14 years old would not confess to any knowledge of German dispositions or plans, not that he had any that would be of much interest. In exasperation, the Russian Political Commissar finally ordered “Strip him!”

The shamed Hans was soon divested of his grubby uniform and was held by his arms by Moshe’s two assistants. The Russian academic looked at the smooth hairless uncut German genitalia, with fulsome pink foreskin, and asked “Well, young Aryan, how would you like your cock cut like that of a Jew, or would you prefer to tell me what I want to know?” The 14 years old’s gorgeous blue eyes, already damp as a result of his earlier beating, filled up but he still only repeated his name, rank and number. The infuriated Commissar kicked the boy in the balls, causing the lad to raise his legs off the ground towards his agonised groin.

By the time that Hans had recovered his composure, he saw that his Russian interrogator had a knife in his hands. “Well?” the angered Moshe asked, only to receive the same brave reply, although rendered with obvious trepidation. “Spread him,” commanded the Commissar and his two assistants firmly spreadeagled the 14 years old face-up on the dirty cellar floor.

Moshe was soon kneeling between Hans’ legs, holding the uselessly struggling 14 years old’s rapidly hardening penis in his left hand whilst presenting his sharp knife to the skin about two centimetres below the revealing cockhead. “Last chance!” the Russian announced, receiving only the negative shake of a beautiful young German head in response. The knife therefore began its painful chore, severing the upper skin of the erection from the lower as the boy screamed in humiliation and pain. However, semen still shamefully joined the blood now dribbling down the lad’s newly circumcised member after the penile foreskin was removed.

Hans was dragged to his feet and the agonised crying boy looked down to see that his cock, stained with both blood and sperm, now sported a vivid red head.

“Anus next,” declared Moshe, “if you still don’t want to speak. My friends here haven’t enjoyed much sex where they’ve been for the last few years. A fresh young virgin German rectum would partially rectify that at this moment in time, unless of course you decide to tell me a few things.” Hans’ tears became fulsome as he realised that rape was imminent because he would be failing in his patriotic duty if he told these Red devils what they wanted. However, the 14 years old remained speechless in horror, instead of obstinately repeating his identification, before beginning to sob again as he was bent over an old table and held in place by one assistant whilst the other dropped his trousers to present his erection to the boy’s sphincter.

“Well?” asked Moshe. “Go to hell!” answered Hans defiantly just before shrieking wildly as a large unlubricated intruder took away the 14 years old’s virginity, pounding the middle of the boy’s body against the harsh wooden edge of the table as he did so. The lad believed that his rapist’s cock would pierce right through him as the awful agony of his buggery proceeded until the invader seemed to beat against the walls of the young anal cavity before shedding its copious load. The young German sensed spurt after spurt of Jewish sperm flood deep inside his innards. The Commissar’s two assistants then swapped places.

“Well?” asked Moshe as the second large erection was introduced to Hans’ ravaged sphincter, out of which oozed residual deflowering liquid. The 14 years old started to give his name but his voice was cut off to be replaced by a yell as the second Russian incursion commenced.

Moshe was determined to break Hans, refusing to allow one of the so-called ‘Master Race’ defeat him. He looked at the bloody knife that he held in his hands and thought of the grandchildren that he would now never have and suddenly realised that he wanted the young German to live to endure similar terrible hurt. The Commissar therefore instructed his assistants, after they had sated themselves to the full with the pleasures of the 14 years old’s rectum, to spreadeagle the boy on the ground again.

“I’m going to castrate you,” advised Moshe with venom as he knelt once more between Hans’ legs to rest his knife on the 14 years old’s genitals, “unless you answer me!” The boy, feeling the coolness of the blade against the underside base of his ball sac, whilst his flaccid cock was firmly gripped by his tormentor’s left hand, immediately broke down in voluminous tears whilst at the same time relating all that he knew.

The Commissar realised that Hans was now truthfully providing the little data of which he was aware, and that the information was pitiably out of date and useless. However, after the 14 years old had finished, the man’s deep rooted anger was such that, with one vicious quick upward slice, he had the boy’s severed scrotum resting in the palm of his left hand whilst blood spurted everywhere.

At precisely the same time, the Fuhrer of the ‘1000 Year Reich’ shot himself. Four days later, the German garrison defending Berlin surrendered.

(Berlin, 28 April 2001)

The 70 years old German cabinet minister finally retired from politics. He had been an active supporter of the Social Democratic Party (SPD) since his teens, playing a significant role in the regional government of his western Lander before moving onto the national scene. He felt it appropriate to retire having concluded the trade treaty with the Russians, which he hoped would bring about a further rapprochement in relationships between the two great nations, although he would continue to work for European and world harmony.

Hans was proud about his own post-war contribution to the recovery of his country and to the maintenance of good foreign relationships and peace, the eunuch having experienced at first hand the sorts of atrocity brought by hatred and war.

THE END

of

HITLER YOUTH

by Pueros