FATHERLANDS

By Pueros

(Dedicated to those innocent millions lost and scarred during the 2nd World War, especially in the Holocaust.

Please remember that the horrors of the Holocaust also applied to any homosexuals who were identified. Instead of the yellow Jewish star, they were forced to wear a pink triangle, the symbol of gay liberation today!

It is written in association with erik2175 on whose original suggestion the story is based and his subsequent advice on this delicate subject was greatly appreciated.)

Chapter One – Infatuation

(Leipzig, Germany, May 1938)

Dr. Hans Fischer was 35 years old and his doctorate was not in medicine but in ancient history. He was a lecturer in the subject at Leipzig University. He was also a true Aryan and a believing full member of the German National Socialist Party. However, he had two guilty secrets. He was attracted to boys and the one whose form he most admired was Jewish, or more probably half-Jewish because he attended a Jewish school but had straight blonde hair and blue eyes. He was about nine and his golden hair crowned his sublime face, adorned by deeply sensuous eyes and rosy lips. Dr. Fischer’s Nazi views meant that he could barely believe that such a dangerous, evil race as the Jews could produce such a marvel.

The Doctor’s morning walk to the University usually coincided with the boy’s own stroll to the school nearby. Often the Doctor would slow his pace to keep just behind or abreast of the lad so that he could view the immaculate proportions and features, with a hardened cock testament to his appreciation. However, this pleasurable experience stopped suddenly when, in May 1938, the school was closed. Dr. Fischer heard at the same time that many Jewish families were leaving the city. He thought good riddance until he realised that he would not see his little angel anymore, the vivid memory of whom had most exercised his mind whilst his right hand had exercised his penis in order to gain relief from his sexual torment.

Chapter Two – Reintroduction

(Auschwitz, Occupied Poland, November 1943)

Hans Fischer, now 40 and a Sturmbannfuhrer of the Waffen S.S., was watching his men unloading the latest batch of what he considered to be Jewish trash from the train. As usual, the families had already been split up by sex and age and, as usual, he made his way to inspect the large group of boys. He had become tired of the two who had been acting as his menial servants and secret bed companions and was looking for replacements. However, he knew that he would have to wait his turn for Dr. Josef Mengele always had first choice. Dr. Mengele was a tall, well-groomed and aristocratic-looking officer who had recently been retired from active service because of his wounds. He was now happily engaged in anthropological research. He would soon be studying twins but for now he was concentrating on boys, particularly their sexual development and processes. He selected a group of about thirty youngsters, varying in age from approximately four to fifteen and always the most handsome. However, it was one of the fourteen years olds that interested Fischer, for he recognised the boy instantly despite the fact that five years had passed since he had last seen the lad, who stood out from the rest because of his blonde hair and blue eyes. The man’s cock also hardened in excitement for the years had only improved the boy’s unsurpassed beauty.

Fischer watched as the group were escorted towards Mengele’s compound and wondered what he could do. He desperately wanted to fulfil his dreams by having the boy for himself but he could not simply ask Mengele for him. Although some of the concentration camp officers and guards shared and helped disguise his tastes, discovery of his pederasty by the straight-laced Mengele could cost him his life. He could not simply wait for his heart’s desire to return from the compound for he had noticed that, for some unknown reason, few ever did, and those who survived were usually in very poor shape. He left the scene sombrely, forgetting his search for fresh bums for his bed. There was only one that he wanted and he was determined to have it before it was too late.

Chapter 3 – Examination

This was Dr. Mengele’s fifth batch of boys. The others had already been operated on and the few still alive sent to the main camp, where most did not last long. However, Mengele’s next topic for experimentation was to be the affects on the young male body of something entirely different to what he had done previously. This time he would need most of the victims to survive afterwards so that the long-term results could be scrutinised. A special hut had therefore been built in which they could be kept and studied until they were of no further interest and could be disposed of.

The Doctor and his white-coated assistants were very methodical and precise in their work. They first made the latest laboratory fodder strip and shower in the hut. The boys then had to stand in line, invariably with their hands trying the hide their privates, and wait their turn for their right arm to be painfully tattooed with a unique number. Most of the boys were already crying, or at least had tears in their eyes, before they reached the tattooer, an adult inmate, because the screams of those before them testified to the agony the marking caused. Their clean nude bodies, including their now hurting right arms, were then intimately checked, weighed and measured, with the results carefully recorded. The examination included close inspection of both erect and flaccid genitals and of their capabilities to orgasm and produce semen. The Doctor thought that some of his assistants seemed to like the work of masturbating the boys too much but turned a blind eye as good scientists in his field were difficult to obtain in times of war.

Jacob Bronstein had never been so humiliated as he had been when his bare body was prodded and probed by the smirking scientific assistant. The fourteen years old was already acutely embarrassed at his nakedness in front of the other boys and the men in white coats, as he had never been seen nude by anyone since he was a toddler. The man had ordered the boy’s hands away from hiding his smooth hairless privates onto his head instead and, after feeling and gauging the rest of the gorgeous frame, began his favourite task. The boy was already ashamed at being half hard because of the sensations his handling was creating and, although expecting it, was aghast when the man weighed his balls in his left hand before grasping his circumcised cock with the right to start pumping. However, Jacob did nothing to stop the violator because he had seen the beatings dished out to some others who had resisted these attentions when they had been audited here earlier. He also could not stop his natural reactions to the man’s activity from revealing themselves. His erection swiftly increased to maximum, which the scientist recognised and measured before continuing to excite the rigid member and collect the shuddering boy’s semen in a wide-mouthed bottle, which was then labelled. The man waited for the cock to become soft again to record its flaccid length and circumference. The scientist then asked the appalled boy how often he played with himself, telling him that he had better tell the truth because they would quickly know whether he had been lying. Finally, having been satisfied with the truthful answer, shamefully divulged, the inquisitor grunted contentedly and ordered the lad to join the others whose ordeals for the moment were over. There, Jacob felt less sorry for himself when he noticed that the younger boys were suffering more. All had clearly become hard, even the four years olds. However, their tormentors had persisted in masturbating them for a long time until they were very sure that no fluid was going to be produced, leaving a number of very tender scarlet little cocks, most still rigid long after their anguish had finished.

The boys were given a grey shirt and, uniquely within the whole camp, brief shorts to wear. There were no underclothes. Although the garments were made of cheap thin material, this was still superior to that worn by the other inmates as Mengele liked his specimen’s welfare to be looked after until he needed them. The boys were then taken to their hut, where some inmates came from the main camp to feed them with some unappetising stew. Nevertheless, as with the clothing, it was more substantial than that offered within the wider camp. Afterwards, Dr. Mengele came in and said that, if there was any evidence that just one boy had played with himself at any time, all of them would be shot. It was therefore in the best interests of everyone to make sure that none ever did. If this statement had meant to scare and intimidate the boys from the practice, particularly the older ones who indulged, it worked, at least for the time being. However, the Doctor knew that that was all the time he needed.

Chapter 4 – Inspection

Fischer entered Mengele’s compound for the first ever time the next day. He explained to the Doctor that, as he had been responsible for supervising the construction of the new hut using in-mate labour, he would appreciate the opportunity to inspect it, now that it was occupied, to make sure that everything was satisfactory. Mengele was surprised by the request as surely the Sturmbannfuhrer must have known that he would have complained straight away if there had been problems. However, he assumed that his fellow officer was perhaps finally showing some interest in what happened within his compound and was happy to oblige. He was always pleased to show off his work, which he was sure would lead him to everlasting acclaim and glory. Mengele called for an assistant to show Fischer the hut.

The hut contained just one large barracks room with thirty beds and an adjacent toilet and communal shower area. As Fischer and the assistant walked down the aisle between the beds, with boys, all quite pretty, sitting or laying silently on each one, the Sturmbannfuhrer saw the distinctive form of the lad he wanted to save from Mengele’s attentions. The boy was lying on one of the middle beds on the left, right knee raised, and, as Fischer approached, the man halted and almost orgasmed. The lefthandside leg of the boy’s short shorts had been inadvertently raised by his posture and Fischer had a clear view of part of his genitals.

Fischer somehow regained his composure and managed to ask the assistant his pre-planned question, to which he already knew the answer, who the boy was and why was he was here for surely he was Aryan? The assistant had thought that he had recognised the signs of sexual interest in the Sturmbannfuhrer’s hesitant voice and sweating brow, but was amused to confirm this by the sight of a bulge at the front of the officer’s trousers. He replied teasingly “ Alas the boy’s Aryanism is badly polluted by Jewish blood. His circumcised cock, which I personally inspected and milked yesterday, is sad testament. Would you like to see it?” The assistant smirked at his clear success in increasing the officer’s discomfort. Fischer’s face had turned bright red and the man had virtually coughed out a “Yes” in reply. The two men came to Jacob Bronstein’s bed and the assistant commanded the boy to stand. When Jacob had done so, the assistant ordered “Now pull your shorts down!” The boy looked at the officer standing next to the horrible scientist and said “Hello, Dr. Fischer.”

Fischer was astounded that the boy had even seen him before, let alone recognise him after five years and address him by name. He was therefore caught off-guard when the assistant quickly went up to the boy and viciously slapped the lad across the face. Jacob fell to the floor, grasping his hurt cheek. “How dare you speak without permission, you filthy vermin,” the assistant said, as he stood over the frightened boy, kicking him twice on the leg, before desisting when he remembered that Dr. Mengele would not appreciate too much damage being inflicted on one of his prize experimental specimens. “Get up,” he continued, “and do as I’ve ordered.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said a concerned Fischer, “I’ll take your word for it about the circumcision but I am interested in how he knows my name.” The assistant’s temper had disappeared as quickly as it had arisen and, spying another boy further along the barracks, replied “Certainly, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer, but, if you don’t mind, I shall leave you on your own to find out. There’s another boy who requires my attention for a few minutes.” Fischer nodded to accept the offer and the assistant walked down the aisle towards the other boy, grabbed him roughly by the arm and took him into the toilet and shower block.

Fischer pulled Jacob to his feet and saw the tears in the boy’s gorgeous eyes and the red mark marring his otherwise immaculate face. “Sit with me,” the Sturmbannfuhrer said gently, “and tell me what your name is and how you know me.” The man and boy sat next to each other on Jacob’s bed, with the former's erection intensifying now that he was in close proximity to his dream. “I’m Jacob Bronstein, sir,” replied the boy, “I remember you from Leipzig when I lived there. I often saw you as I walked to school.” Fischer was flabbergasted for he had taken great care whenever he had followed his beautiful angel to avoid being noticed. However, this did not cause his hesitation in continuing his questioning. That was a result of looking down at the front of the boy’s shorts to see the clear outline of the lad’s cock with his lovely smooth, perfectly proportioned, light pink legs beneath. “That doesn’t answer how you know my name” he eventually managed to reply.

Jacob blushed before he answered “Well, sir, I was just interested in who you were so one day I went into school and, after you had walked past, came back out again. I followed you to the large building you entered. I found out from the receptionist, to whom you had just spoken, what the building was and who you were.” Fischer was dumbfounded at the ingenuity of a boy then only about nine years old, was intrigued as to why the youngster would have wanted to do such a thing and so asked for an explanation. The redness in Jacob’s face intensified before he answered “Just wondered who you were, that’s all, sir.” The boy was to reserve, for another much later occasion, his confession that he had been desperate to know the identity of the man who was regularly following and ogling at him, causing every time very pleasant tingling sensations to course through his young body.

Fischer was about to try to elicit a more convincing response from Jacob when the assistant reappeared from the toilet block, readjusting his trousers and looking very flushed himself. He came up to the Sturmbannfuhrer and queried “Did you find your answer?” Fischer stood and replied affirmatively. “Good,” responded the assistant “for we really must get on with your inspection as Dr. Mengele will shortly want me to join one of his lectures.” The officer reluctantly accompanied the assistant towards the toilet and shower block and the exit door beyond. He could not say goodbye to his angel in front of the assistant but instead looked behind to give the boy a reassuring smile.

As they walked down the aisle towards the exit door, Fischer asked “What’s the topic of the lecture?” The assistant answered “It’s about what we shall be studying over the next few weeks.” The Sturmbannfuhrer enquired what that was and the assistant lowered his voice to a whisper as he replied “The affects of different forms of castration on the young human male. It’s what these boys are to be used for.” Fischer was temporarily speechless in shock. As the assistant unlocked the door to allow them to pass through, the officer returned his gaze behind him to view his endangered angel, whom he now knew he had somehow to rescue from this terrible fate. As he did so, he saw the boy that the assistant had grabbed finally emerge from the toilet and shower block. The lad looked in a traumatised and distressed state and Fischer could guess why. A little trickle of semen had emerged from the rear of his shorts and was running down the back of his left leg.

The assistant ascertained the Sturmbannfuhrer’s satisfaction with the hut and escorted the officer to the gate of the compound, answering his penultimate question on the way. “I should be delighted to join you in your quarters for schnapps later. Perhaps about 6p.m.?” The assistant had heard about the excellent hampers that Fischer was said to receive from home and looked forward to sharing not only his alcohol but also some of the coffee, chocolate and other wartime rarities the man was known to possess as a result. In response to the officer’s ultimate query, the assistant said “I have reason to believe that the boy you spoke to will be one of the last to be used because of his Aryan features. I understand that Dr. Mengele has him in mind to make the ultimate sacrifice for the Reich. His complete genitalia, cock and balls, will be cut off. It is called nullification.” The question had confirmed in the assistant’s mind what he could offer the Sturmbannfuhrer in return for his kind hospitality, albeit not for long. The assistant shook Fischer’s shaking hand before saying “Until later then. Heil Hitler” and turning to return to the innards of Mengele’s world.

Chapter 5 – Planning

Fischer like Mengele had ended up at Auschwitz because of war wounds received in North Africa. However, the Sturmbannfuhrer’s had been completely healed and he was keen to return to combat action, for which he had already been awarded the Iron Cross for his exploits with the Afrika Corps. Unfortunately, the camp commandant had so far blocked his requests for transfer because the officer’s unexpected abilities in the key area of transport logistics had proved exceptional. In the commandant’s opinion, no-one else had even been near to organising the trains and lorries, bringing in fresh in-mates and other supplies, so well. For his part, Fischer hated the job and the camp and, as a result, chose to be a loner who kept himself to the transport marshalling areas and did not want to know what was happening elsewhere. Fischer contented himself with the view that it was just a labour camp where rehabilitating Jews and other miscreants could perform work useful for the Reich. He knew that there was a high wastage of in-mates but had not tried to find the reason. He had believed that the Reich would do no wrong but his visit to the hut in Mengele’s compound had confused him. His Nazism had convinced him that Jews were evil and inferior to Aryans, but not sub-human and rightful fodder for the infliction of such horrors as Mengele proposed. He had been genuinely appalled at the assistant’s revelation of what was to happen to the boys and began to appreciate for the first time what types of terrors had been inflicted on previous intakes into the compound. Fischer realised that he could not rescue all of the doomed boys but he was determined to save one.

Fischer had taken an instant deep dislike to the assistant, as well as his work, and this attitude had intensified when the man had hit and kicked Jacob. However, Fischer also knew that he needed the man if his plan to rescue his angel was to succeed, for he needed to be kept appraised of what was happening inside Mengele’s compound. He thought that apparently befriending the assistant and inviting him to share his mother’s hampers on a regular basis would provide the ideal opportunity to pump for this information, and it did. The assistant had arrived promptly at 6p.m. and Fischer had to endure his ramblings for four hours before he managed to rid himself of the now drunken and slurring man by giving him an unopened bottle of schnapps and full bar of chocolate to finish the evening with in his own quarters. However, he had secured enough information to begin to formulate his rescue plan. It was completed the next day when he had secured the agreement of the camp commandant to take some overdue leave.

Fischer had learned from the assistant that Mengele proposed to divide the thirty boys up into groups of ten, each comprising a boy aged 4 to 7, 8 to 11 and 12 to 15. Each group would be subjected to different forms of castration. As prophesied, Jacob would be in the last group. Mengele had also formulated a schedule for his experiments. The assistant advised that the well-organised Doctor had never been known to vary such timetables. Jacob was due to be castrated in twenty-two days’ time, one day before the earliest date for which the Sturmbannfuhrer could organise his leave.

Fischer’s plan was simple and relied on the fact that Mengele’s compound was only lightly guarded, as the main sentry-posts were placed on the perimeter of the camp itself. During the night before Jacob’s planned nullification, the man would break into the compound using wire cutters and enter the boys’ hut to collect the lad and return him to his own quarters. There the boy could hide through the next day as no-one ever entered without the Sturmbannfuhrer’s permission, although Fischer thought that it was not worth taking the risk for more than that one day. During the following night, Fischer would conceal Jacob in the boot of the staff car that he was borrowing for his leave. He would set off for the long drive to his mother’s house in Breslau early next morning. No-one ever searched a Waffen S.S. Sturmbannfuhrer’s vehicle after the officer’s own identity had been verified. His rich but widowed and lonely mother would be only too pleased to accept charge of an orphaned Aryan boy to bring up as she had her only son. The missing boy himself would be too inconsequential to search for. It would be presumed that his escape to somewhere safe was impossible and that he had ended up dead in some ditch somewhere, or worse. No-one would ever suspect the Sturmbannfuhrer’s involvement in the lad’s disappearance.

Fischer had already secured the wire cutters. He had also been very pleased to recall that he had easy access to the spare keys to the boys’ hut, kept in the camp headquarters, and had had them secretly copied. It was his expectation that one of Mengele’s assistants would be blamed for facilitating Jacob’s escape by forgetting to lock the door when he was the last to leave the previous evening. Fischer was mulling over the details of this plan once more during the early evening when there was a knock on the door of his quarters. He opened the door to find the assistant there. Jacob, dressed just in his shorts despite the freezing weather, was standing next to him. “I was sorry to have to interrupt your conversation with the boy yesterday”, the assistant said ingratiatingly, “so I thought that you might like the opportunity to finish it off. I have to return him in two hours. Will that be time enough?”

Chapter 6 – Seduction

Of course, Fischer was only too pleased to accept the man’s invitation. The boy was escorted into the Sturmbannfuhrer’s warm one-room quarters by the assistant, who then stared at the crate containing the officer’s supply of schnapps. “Do take one,” said Fischer, handing him a bottle and leading him back out of the door, “I’ll see you in two hours then.” Fischer was trembling when he turned after closing the door, and not because any of the outside cold had invaded the cosy room. Jacob stood before him, his only cover his brief shorts. Fischer could not help but take time in quiet to appraise the immense beauty of the vision before him, and the boy had learnt the hard way not to speak until spoken to. The officer swallowed hard as he took in the perfect proportions of the boy’s smooth silky limbs and torso, adorned magnificently with cute small dark pink nipples and the exquisite little hollow of the navel, all crowned by the unsurpassed loveliness of the face and golden glistening hair.

Fischer eventually broke the awkward silence by asking Jacob where his shirt was. He was told that the scientist had ordered the boy to remove it before he had knocked on the door and had taken it away with him under his overcoat. Both man and boy had recognised the likely reason for the assistant’s action but pretended otherwise. “Please sit,” said Fischer in a suddenly dried voice but, instead of selecting one of the two available chairs, the boy obeyed by sitting on the nearby bed, with his back to the wall alongside and feet off the floor. The Sturmbannfuhrer again began to experience droplets of sweat on his brow and an intense rigidity in his cock as this time both legs of the boy’s shorts rode up to reveal some of the jewels beyond. There was to be another long pregnant pause before the officer had the ability to speak again.

Jacob was mature enough to recognise the signs of Dr. Fischer’s passion for him. The boy had often noticed men ogling in this manner ever since he had first seen the Doctor doing so in Leipzig, although he had only come to appreciate what it meant over the previous two years. During this period, Jacob had also recognised that he himself became excited by such attention. His cock was now already half erect as the Doctor carefully eyed him, and would probably become harder still if the man continued. The boy had also realised why he experienced such sensations. He was homosexual. This fact had dawned on him when he could not stop feeling strongly attracted to other boys and this had been followed by a serious craving for some of the men leering at him to push their attentions further. However, such desires had never been consummated as he had always been supervised and protected within a loving but, to him, almost suffocating close family atmosphere, at least until now. Now, Jacob believed that something evil was planned for him and the other boys in his hut in this terrible place and concluded that he should try to find someone who might be able to protect him. The boy therefore had two reasons for not being too displeased to be pushed, half-naked, by the horrible assistant in the direction of the lustful Dr. Fischer, whose contrasting pleasantness and strong manly features did not displease him.

Fischer eventually regained some composure and offered Jacob some real lemonade and chocolate from his mother’s hamper. The boy eagerly accepted but the Sturmbannfuhrer noticed that the lad was too well-mannered to consume them quickly. Fischer, sitting in a chair opposite the bed, asked Jacob what had happened to him and his family after they had left Leipzig. The boy told him that they had moved to Budapest in Hungary, from where his mother had originated, and had been reasonably happy there until recently when some soldiers had come to take them all away. Fischer saw tears begin to return to Jacob’s beautiful eyes and did not want to pursue the subject anymore, but he could not think of anything else to ask or say and so returned to awkward silence. He wanted the boy desperately but was not prepared to force himself on him. He had always carried guilt about coercing the boy menials into his bed and did not want the rape of this particular very special lad on his conscience as well.

Jacob thought that it must be the man’s shyness that was preventing him from making the move that he obviously wanted to make. The boy looked at the clock on the wall, saw that time was passing and decided to make the first move himself. When the Sturmbannfuhrer tried to start a silly conversation about the weather, Jacob stopped the man instantly by beginning to push the waistband of his shorts downwards. Fischer could not believe what he was seeing as the shorts were slowly removed and thrown to one side, revealing the boy’s hard-on. Jacob asked “Can’t we talk afterwards, sir?”

This time, Fischer did not try to resist his urges. He stood up and walked slowly towards to the bed to fully take in the dazzling sight presented to him, especially now the perfect smooth shape and dimensions of Jacob’s hairless and excited genitals. Fischer kneeled in front of the boy who simultaneously moved his legs apart to allow the man easier access. Jacob soon felt the man’s lips encase his erection. Neither boy nor man had known such pleasure as Jacob was coaxed to gradual climax and Fischer tasted the delights of sweet young semen.

Jacob, without prompting, then lay fully on the bed lengthways, turning over so that he was facedown, head on the pillow, and again splayed his legs in an obvious invitation to the acutely excited, almost breathless, man. Fischer stood up and fumbled with the buttons on his uniform. He was having a difficulty with the objects that he had not known before and accidentally tore two off. Jacob had moved his head to the side to observe the man and giggled before jumping off the bed to help. Fischer looked into the boy’s eyes and thought that he noticed intense sexual desire there, an impression reinforced by the fact that he also saw that the lad’s cock had quickly hardened again. Once the shirt had finally been removed, Jacob gave Fischer a heavenly but all too short kiss on the lips before returning to his position on the bed. The boy gave a quiet gasp when the man eventually managed to strip off his final item of clothing to reveal a large, engorged and throbbing penis. Fischer sat on the bed next to the boy and gently ran his hands over the whole of the lad’s naked back, lingering particularly at the perfect symmetry of the smooth young buttocks. The boy tensed and moaned quietly. Fischer then opened a jar on the bedside table and dipped his right index finger into the grease within. Fischer thought that he was in paradise when he carefully prised apart Jacob’s bumcheeks with his left hand and located the lad’s virgin sphincter with the greased finger. He whispered to the boy, who was now breathing heavily and whose cock, lying flat out underneath pointing rigidly towards the foot of the bed, had started to soil the bedcover with precum. He asked “Are you sure that you want me to continue for this will hurt and what follows will hurt even more?” Jacob did not answer with words. He just pushed his bum upwards a little.

Fischer gingerly pushed his finger forwards. He felt the sphincter at first seemingly try to resist the intrusion before giving way. Jacob gasped and more precum flowed. Fischer’s finger delicately advanced to more gasps before reaching its maximum extent and beginning to withdraw. The man felt the boy’s anus trying to grip as if it did not want the invader to retreat. He therefore slowly and cautiously moved the finger up and down inside the boy, who began to writhe. Fischer was unsure whether this was in pain or pleasure until he saw semen spurt downwards along the bedclothes. The finger had seemingly performed a double task. Fischer greased his own rampant cock and was about to adopt a position to mount the boy when Jacob whispered “Please, sir, can I watch you while you do it?”

A puzzled Fischer replied “What do you mean?” Jacob showed him by turning face-up, raising his still separated legs into the air and wrapping an arm around each so that they were held firmly in place. Fischer almost climaxed at the sight but somehow contained himself and assumed a slightly different mounting position from that originally envisaged, with his engorged cock, streaming with its own copious precum, just a couple of centimetres away from Jacob’s exposed virgin hole. The man looked into the boy’s lovely sensual eyes, displaying an unusual mixture of keen anticipation and fear, and again asked “Are you sure?” Jacob looked at the large throbbing cock desperate to enter his insides to impregnate him and replied “Yes”, for once forgetting the ‘sir’. Fischer pressed the cockhead against the anal opening and gently pushed but entrance was not forthcoming. The man was therefore forced to push harder and harder until the resistance gave way and, with a shudder and cry from Jacob, he proceeded to take away the boy’s virginity.

Jacob felt pain of an intensity that he had not previously known, and he had to bite his lips to prevent his cries from becoming too loud. Tears formed and flowed and despoiled the fine features of his young face. The boy now wanted to say “No” but somehow resisted whilst his agonising deflowerment slowly continued. Fischer edged his rigid penis forward inside the boy with great care until finally he felt the lad’s smooth buttocks against his balls. The man then began a vigilant retreat before returning to the advance. Fischer gradually built up the speed and forcefulness of his withdrawals and thrusts until he achieved what was, for him, the perfect rhythm. Meanwhile, Jacob’s pain subsided slowly until it was increasingly replaced by pleasure as his anus became more accustomed to the size of the man’s ploughing cock and the attentions that the invader was paying to his prostrate became more and more predominant. Jacob’s softened cock rose in cadence with the rise in pleasure. When Fischer saw this, he felt his orgasm approaching swiftly and he gave out a yell of supreme ecstasy when he came again and again deep inside the boy. The sight of Jacob splashing his own boyish belly, chest and face with the product of his own third climax intensified the man’s unprecedented sensations still further.

The frightful screams from inside Mengele’s compound, that were to continue intermittently for three weeks, began the next day.

Chapter 7 – Experiments

(Camp ‘C’, Hokkaido, Japan, same time)

Dr. Mengele knew Dr. Hoto from meeting the Japanese at various pre-war conferences. Although Mengele’s natural instinct was to dislike anyone who was not Aryan, he recognised Hoto’s expertise in the field of medicinal anthropology and they had swapped much research data. Correspondence had been maintained during the war years, albeit very sparsely because of Mengele’s combat duties and the difficulties of maintaining communications between Germany and Japan. However, some letters and files had been exchanged via the freighters of both nations that occasionally succeeded in clandestinely rendezvousing in the middle of the Indian Ocean for the transfer of some personnel, goods and mail. Hoto, now engaged on covert medical investigations on behalf of his government, had agreed to Mengele’s suggestion of duplicating their castration experiments and comparing notes. Accordingly, Hoto had had thirty British boys, some brothers, clandestinely brought to his remote secret research facility, codename Camp ‘C’, on the island of Hokkaido. The boys had been attending a private school for the sons of the permanent British administrators, military staff and commercial executives of the captured colony of Singapore. No-one was ever to know their fate, apart from Hoto and his associates, although some of the unquestioning Americans, who employed the Japanese team on pharmaceutical research after the war, did wonder where they had obtained some of their raw data.

Like Mengele, Hoto had had three special steel tables made for his studies. They were sized so that even the biggest of the boys could be nicely splayed out on top and held firmly in place by strong leather ties located at each corner. The naked boys would be so positioned that their genitals would be situated above a round hole, 15 centimetres in diameter, in the middle of the cool metal surface. A heavy wooden block would be pushed through the hole from below and fixed in place with clamps underneath the table, with its height adjusted so that the boys’ genitals rested sweetly on top. Their scrotums would be tightly secured there with cord tied through holes in the sides of the block. Whether the cord was extremely tight or whether it separated the boys’ balls depended upon the nature of the experiments, as was whether their penises were taped upwards towards their bellies out of the way.

The first three beautiful boys to experience the delights of the tables were Andrew, Jonathan and William. Andrew was 15 years old and had straight brown hair and hazel eyes, with highly seductive lashes. His balls were hairless, although there was a small crown of dark pubic hair resting above his penis. Jonathan was 10 years old, and had fair hair and blue eyes, and William was 6 years old with curly black hair and chestnut eyes. The struggles of the three boys to avoid being bound to the three adjacent tables, about two metres apart, were quickly overcome.

The boys had been chosen for this initial study because of the nature of their ball sacs for they were amongst the largest and lowest hanging in their age groups. Their cocks were taped out of the way and cord was tied tautly around and across their scrotums, separating and highlighting each testicle for the attentions of Hoto, who chose to give young William the honour of being the first to be castrated. Hoto, attired like a surgeon, picked up a heavy sterilised metal hammer from a nearby trolley and stood to the left of the petrified 6 years old. The Doctor leant over and placed the head of the hammer on the near testicle. He looked into the gorgeous boy’s tearful eyes and smiled, before withdrawing the hammer from the lad’s skin and reapplying it on the same spot with as much power as he could muster. William shrieked in agony as his ball was crushed and his screams continued as Hoto repeated the blow before moving to the other side of the table to pulverise the other. Andrew and Jonathan started to howl too as they realised what would soon happen to them. As Hoto moved on to Jonathan, several white-coated assistants monitored and recorded William’s reactions, both visually and through various physical checks such as temperature measurement. They would continue to do so to all three boys until the end.

Both Jonathan and Andrew required several blows to their testicles to ensure that they were fully smashed into pulp. No action was taken to relieve the boys’ agony or the damage caused. Instead, the lads were closely studied to see what would eventually cause their deaths, peritonitis or something else, and how long the process took. It would be the next three boys who would enjoy the benefits of various medicines in an effort to see whether they could live after such an experience.

Edward, Lewis and Michael were the 7th, 8th and 9th guests on the tables and they were to enjoy the pleasure of having nails driven through their balls whereas the next nine pairs of testicles were injected with various chemicals, including acid. Elaticators were used on boys 19, 20 and 21 and surgical operations without anaesthetic began with numbers 22, 23 and 24, whose penises were severed. The next three also suffered under the scalpel but this time their scrotums were sliced open to allow their testes to be extricated.

James was the same age as Jacob and remarkably similar in appearance, although he was uncircumcised. He was in the last group of three. The other two younger boys had already had the whole of their genitals cut off by Hoto, who was now leaning over the terrified 14 years old. The Doctor ignored the boy’s wailing pleas for mercy and placed his extremely sharp scalpel against the base of the lad’s tied and reddened ball sac with his right hand whilst holding the erect penis in his left. As Hoto began the incision that would unman James, several spurts of white fluid flew out of the soon to be disconnected organs.

The initial stage of the Japanese experiments had taken three weeks to conclude. The next stage, the close monitoring of the progress of those boys still alive would take months. The boys, like Mengele’s, had been selected because of their handsome features and one of the factors being observed during this secondary phase was the affect of their castration upon their looks. Eventually, once all the results required had been collated, the lads were quietly disposed of in one last study, the potency of various types of lethal injection.

Chapter 8 – Saviour

(Auschwitz, Occupied Poland, December 1943)

One week before Jacob’s planned nullification, Mengele’s informative assistant had to return home for the funeral of his father, killed in an allied air raid. However, he told Fischer that the Doctor was, as usual, working to schedule. The Sturmbannfuhrer therefore decided to stick with his own timetable for his angel’s rescue. He had used up most of his hampers to ensure that he and Jacob enjoyed each other’s company on several more occasions before the assistant told him that the lad could no longer leave the compound because he was now under close pre-operation scrutiny. However, those sweet shared times intensified Fischer’s determination to remove from Mengele’s grasp his boy lover, whom he had thrilled and emboldened with news of his intentions.

The rescue mission went perfectly until Fischer used the spare keys to enter the hut and crept in the gloom towards Jacob’s bed, to the awful sounds of agonised groans from many of the boys he passed. As he approached, he could make out Jacob’s silhouette in the darkness. He shivered when he also perceived something else, for the lad was moaning and sobbing more than anyone and was dressed only in a bloodstained diaper. The Sturmbannfuhrer was never to find out why Mengele had unprecedentedly brought forward the boy’s castration by one day, although it was actually for no better reason than the Doctor forgetting his wife’s birthday and having to return home quickly himself to make amends.

Fischer now abandoned his original plans and carried the semi-conscious boy out of the hut, trying to calm him with smoothing whispers. Their breath condensed instantly in the freezing outside air. The Sturmbannfuhrer, now crying himself, progressed carefully but quickly across the frozen ground to the compound’s exterior fence. Lifting the lad through the hole that he had created in the barrier was very difficult but he somehow managed it before taking him to the staff car parked outside his own quarters. There was now no thought of hiding Jacob in the boot or delaying their departure. Fischer lay the boy cautiously on the back seat and went to collect some pillows, blankets, rations and medicines from his own one-room accommodation. He gently lay the pillows under Jacob’s head and wrapped the blankets over him to keep him warm before starting the engine and driving off into the night. The guards at the perimeter gate, not noticing the boy, just waved through the well-known staff car with their superior officer inside. The Sturmbannfuhrer’s own superiors would want to ask him about his sudden premature departure but not until his return, and that would be too late for Fischer never did return. It was impossible for an S.S. officer to desert so it was presumed that he had been killed in an air raid and his body never found. Only Mengele’s assistant thought otherwise and connected the disappearing Sturmbannfuhrer to the missing Jacob but, considering that his own role in getting the two acquainted might be difficult to explain, he decided that it was better to remain silent about the matter.

Fischer elucidated that he was taking his son, mutilated in a partisan attack, back home to the various soldiers encountered at the many checkpoints between Auschwitz and his destination, now more distant than the originally intended Breslau for his mother was not now to look after an adopted grandson. No-one dared question the senior S.S. officer’s explanation for his journey with a very hurt Aryan boy. The drive took 48 hours, with Fischer stopping frequently to administer sedatives and to attend to any other needs his young passenger might have, before they arrived in Leipzig.

Jacob was finally sleeping quietly in Fischer’s own bed in the apartment the former university lecturer still rented in one of the ancient city’s most affluent suburbs. The local doctor had seemingly accepted the S.S. officer’s reason for the boy’s horrific injury, for he had seen worse as this dreadful war progressed. He had done what he could to sedate the lad and had treated the appalling wound to prevent infection and initiate the healing process. The Sturmbannfuhrer maintained a vigil in a chair next to his angel, whose face was still beautiful despite the terrible trauma so recently endured. A coal fire burning brightly kept the room warm from the intense cold outside. Fischer had a copy of ‘Mein Kampf’ in his hands. He opened the book and over many hours reread the text. When he finished, he looked again at Jacob. He then stood to place the work in the fire and went to a nearby desk. The desk drawer was stiff because it had not been opened for many years and neither had the book, which was its sole content. Fischer returned to his chair and flicked through the book until he found the page he wanted. He then closely studied again the first four gospels of the New Testament.

Chapter 9 – Redemption

(Tel Aviv, Israel, December 1960)

Pastor Hans Fischer of the German Lutheran Church was receiving tumultuous applause from the large audience in the main hall of the university that was later to be named Ben-Gurion. The humanitarian, famous for his advocacy of peace and love between all races, and organisation of practical help for the persecuted all over the world, had just collected his honorary doctorate. The man was especially renowned for his sudden conversion from temporary concentration camp S.S. officer to be a leader of the wartime German resistance. All of those watching were aware of the rumour that the churchman had been responsible for rescuing more from the Holocaust than either Schindler or Wallenburg and that, whenever and wherever he furtively turned up from January 1944, he always seemed to have a mysterious blonde-haired blue-eyed boy at his side. None knew that that boy was now amongst them and that the famous award recipient and he frequently exchanged proud glances. Fischer knew what they did not, that his adopted Jewish son, now an adult with dual German and Israeli nationality and a senior officer in his new country’s intelligence service, had been a key member of the team that had just brought Adolf Eichman to justice.

Pastor Fischer died in the early 1970s and Jacob took over his adopted father’s role within the humanitarian organisation he had established. Jacob continued particularly to seek harmony between Jew and Moslem. He now believes that his work is more important than ever and hopes that reconciliation between two of the world’s great religions will one day be achieved, perhaps with a little help from a septuagenarian eunuch.

(The End of ‘Fatherlands’)

Postscript

Josef Mengele (1911-1979), who became known as the ‘Angel of Death’, was able to evade capture after the war for 34 years until his death from natural causes. From 1945 to 1949, he worked for 4 years under a false name as a stableman in Bavaria. He then slipped, aided by the Odessa, via Genoa, Italy, to Argentina. Here there was a significant expatriate German community and Peron’s government had been sympathetic to the Nazi regime. In 1959, as Jose Mengele, he became a citizen of Paraguay and also made some secret trips back to Europe. He subsequently moved to Brazil where he took on the identity of Wolfgang Gerhard. The Israeli Mossad came close to finding him in the early 1960s but his constant movement and the continued help of the Odessa kept him free.

Note

The description of the seduction in chapter 6 is very similar to one described in an earlier posted episode of ‘The Lycian Prince’ by the same author. The scene was originally written for ‘Fatherlands’ and the writer makes no apology for thinking that its reproduction in another story in a similar context was worthwhile.