(A remote beach on Jersey, Channel Islands, early January 1942)

The solitary remaining dinghy left on the remote beach contained just one man, who stayed as long as possible to collect the last escapee. However, bullets flying past the British army officer’s head, and the rapid approach of many German soldiers towards him, eventually encouraged him to return to the submarine without his intended passenger, who had obviously been captured or killed by the enemy amidst the recent loud fighting in the nearby sand dunes.

Lieutenant Boothroyd, or ‘Q’, who would soon be promoted to the rank of Captain, shed copious tears, as he rapidly paddled back to the submarine, which dived below the wintry waves as soon as he was aboard to return successfully to England.

(German military hospital, Jersey, Channel Islands, a few hours later)

James Bond’s last explosive bullet hit Blofeld but regrettably did not kill the evil Rottenfuehrer. The wicked 16 year-old instead suffered a very serious but non-fatal injury.

Blofeld’s military doctors had just finished patching up the appalling wound and were currently wondering how best to inform the young Rottenfuehrer, after he regained consciousness, that he no longer possessed genitalia.

(Dinard, Brittany, France, next day)

The Germans finally retaliated for the recent loss of military personnel, killed by the mortars of Felix Leiter and Antoine. They rounded up at random five times the number of local Frenchmen and shot them.

The atrocity caused the local resistance group, led by Felix, to reassess current activities, which thereafter concentrated on sabotage rather than killing Bosch, much to the disappointment of Antoine. However, the boy was mollified by appreciation that such acts might someday lead to the liberation of his homeland.

(Somewhere in England, 1 year later, 18^th January 1943)

Yuri had been informally adopted by Moneypenny’s grateful parents in intense gratitude for the rescue of their son. With the acquiescence of the Soviet authorities, the orphan’s situation would be formalised after the war, when he was mature enough to judge that he no longer wanted to return to his homeland whilst the country was still ruled by the person he now realised was a monstrous tyrant, Stalin.

Moneypenny’s father and mother would never regret their act, as Yuri not only proved to be a very pleasant and loving adopted son and brother but also later helped produce several equally lovely grandchildren for the adoptive parents to dote on. Unfortunately, the adults’ own blood offspring was now incapable of such procreation.

The evil Blofeld had sadly succeeded in irreversibly damaging young Moneypenny’s testicles with the wicked ball clamps, necessitating in England the amputation of the boy’s scrotum. However, the new young eunuch was later, as an adult himself, to transform this situation into a dream that satisfied his complex sexual persona.

On this day, both Yuri and his adoptive parents and castrated brother were celebrating news that was wonderful to the still patriotic young Russian. The dreadful 16-month siege of Leningrad by the Germans had been lifted by Soviet forces.

(Brittany, France, 6 months later, 10^th July 1943)

On the day that allied forces successfully began to invade Sicily, the beautiful Antoine was bathing in the remote and ancient Brittany farmhouse that he still shared alone with Felix Leiter. The Germans had so far failed to capture any more members of the local resistance group, so well was the cell led by the American.

As was common for the time, the farmhouse possessed no bathroom and so Antoine was compelled to bathe in a tin tub in the large stone-floored room, peppered with the occasional old mat, which performed the combined function of being the main kitchen, dining and living area. In winter, the now 14 year-old and recently post-pubescent boy would have washed in front of the fire but, on this warm summer evening, such comfort was not required.

Felix, as he invariably did when Antoine enjoyed his nightly bath, had left the house, supposedly to attend to minor tasks around the farm but in reality to avoid the chance of seeing the boy naked. The American, who was in his 20s, was unsure that he could resist trying to seduce the 14 year-old if he ever did so.

Antoine was blossoming into a virtual replica of his deceased older brother Jean, which brought not only occasional happy and sad memories flooding back into the American’s mind but also frequent dryness of the throat and hidden erections. Felix simply could not prevent himself from regularly lusting after the boy, although he had been too respectful of him to action his fancy.

Felix had to be content instead with frequent sight of Antoine’s ever-increasing impeccable beauty, the mental retention of which aided masturbation when alone at night in his bed, with the boy sleeping in an adjacent bedroom. The American gained his regular eyefuls of boyish splendour with the utmost care and believed that the 14 year-old remained unaware of his libidinous passion.

On this warm night, Antoine lingered much longer than usual in his tin bath, apparently unconcerned by the cooling of the soapy water. The nude boy had finished washing but had chosen to delay stepping out of the tub and what he was waiting for eventually materialised, with the return of Felix.

Felix’s immediate reaction, on arrival back in the house and observing Antoine still sitting in the bath, was to turn on his heel and depart to perform more imaginary chores. However, the American was prevented from immediately doing so when the boy asked "Where are you going, as surely all work is now done for the day?"

Felix, who was normally excellent when answering questions posed by suspicious German adults, could on this occasion only mumble an almost incoherent answer to the French boy. However, Antoine somehow correctly perceived that the excuse was intended to indicate that the American had just remembered that he had forgotten to do something.

Felix was then stopped in his tracks, as he attempted to retreat quickly to the farmhouse door. Antoine had suggested, in reference to the American’s lie, "That’s not really true, is it?"

Given this accusation, Felix felt obliged to turn once more towards the naked Antoine, who was still sitting in the tub. The sight of the boy’s gorgeous head and bare lithe torso, protruding above the side of the bath, caused the American’s throat to dry and his cock, thankfully hidden within his trousers, to become hard again.

Nevertheless, Felix, now displaying a few beads of sweat on his brow, which had not formed because of the warmth of the night, and a guiltily reddening face, somehow managed to splutter "What do you mean?" However, Antoine did not answer the American’s question directly. The boy instead asked another of his own.

"Why don’t you have any lady friends?" Antoine enquired, causing Felix’s facial blush to intensify. The American was astonished at the question from a boy so young and said so.

"That’s really no business of yours," Felix, managing to recoup some verbal defences, replied, "but, as you’ve asked, I believe that it would be too dangerous for women to associate with me!" However, for his effort at deception, the American was only confronted with a virtual repeat of the boy’s original retort when Antoine again perceptively suggested "That’s also not really true, is it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Antoine followed up his comment by asking, with remarkable maturity for a 14 year-old, "What about the women in our resistance group, who don’t have anything to lose by having a relationship with you? Many are beautiful and also clearly fancy you, having made sometimes blatant attempts to attract you into their arms!"

"I don’t think it’s right…….." Felix began to announce before his lie was interrupted by yet another question from Antoine. "Why then did you have a sexual relationship with my brother?" the boy next enquired.

Felix was now completely dumbfounded, having believed that his well-indulged passion for Jean had been a secret known only to the two lovers. "How….how….do you know about that?" the American therefore could not prevent himself from revealingly asking. In fact, Antoine had not actually known as such but had guessed from several clues and some clever reasoning.

Firstly, Felix’s indifference towards the women of the resistance group had been the subject of regular disappointed but not disrespectful comment amongst them, some of which Antoine had overheard. One word in particular was often common to the remarks, namely ‘homosexual’.

Secondly, the women’s comments also often obliquely referred to recognising that Jean had been very special indeed in Felix’s life. Antoine now needed no interpreter of such phraseology to appreciate in context the true meaning of these words.

Thirdly, having unfortunately been castrated at Blofeld’s evil hands, making him virtually useless for heterosexual activity, Antoine reasoned that his beautiful older brother, Jean, might have been tempted to gain some personal sexual satisfaction by indulging in homosexual acts. The maturing boy therefore recognised that his sibling might have sought to acquire pleasure from having his prostate tickled through being a passive sodomite.

Fourthly, despite Felix’s mistaken belief to the contrary, Antoine had detected the American’s frequent lecherous visual appreciation of the boy’s delicious form. Such furtive observation had recently caused the child, as he passed through puberty, to experience strange but exceedingly exciting sensations throughout his body, which often resulted in a hardening of his own boyish cock.

"I didn’t really know about your relationship with my brother until now," Antoine informed Felix in reply to the last question of the American, who then realised that he had been lured by the clever boy into an unnecessary confession. "I also now recognise fully why you’re disinterested in beautiful women," the 14 year-old added, "but are, from the regular look in your eyes, clearly interested in me. I’ve additionally guessed why you always leave me alone while I have my nightly bath!"

Felix was now incapable of speech, as his guilty secret was obviously known to Antoine. The American’s loss of voice was as much connected to the possibility that he might consequently now lose the boy’s companionship as being associated with his acute shock.

Appreciating scarlet-faced Felix’s inability to speak, Antoine decided to deliver his long-planned coup de grace. As the naked boy began to stand up in the tub, he began to ask one final question, which he concluded whilst nude and facing the dazed American. The 14 year-old had enquired "You not only loved Jean but you fancy me too, don’t you?"

Antoine’s smooth immaculate young body was now revealed to Felix in all of its naked glory for the first time. The dry-mouthed American surveyed the whole gorgeous scene slowly, not wanting to forget anything he saw in case he was not to be privileged with such a marvellous vision again.

Felix’s infatuated eyes gradually and instinctively gravitated towards Antoine’s hairless groin, which the beautiful boy made no attempt to conceal. The American, whose hidden erection was now throbbing wildly with the confines of his trousers, subsequently saw with amazement that the 14 year-old’s own smaller penis was also hard and visibly vibrating as the slender juvenile penial shaft pointed invitingly towards the young adult.

Antoine was happily displaying his own lustful needs and his deep desire to experience the same sort of relationship with the handsome American that had once been enjoyed by his older brother. Felix, finally recognising the delightful situation, needed no second invitation to sweep the beautiful boy out of the tub, despite the soapy dampness of the associated impeccable form, and take him in his arms to his bedroom.

Thereafter, only one of the remote and ancient farmhouse’s bedrooms was ever used by the pair of young residents.

(France, almost 11 months later, 6^th June 1944)

Felix and Antoine later played a significant role in the preliminary sabotage operations that were so key to the eventual success of the long-awaited day of liberation for France, which was D-Day and fell almost 11 months later, on the 6^th of June 1944. The pair of discreet lovers, with the boy now 15, was subsequently absorbed into the mainstream forces of their own respective countries, as well as awarded well-deserved medals for their previous service and gallantry in the resistance movement.

(St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, over 10 months later, Tuesday, 8^th May 1945)

The Royal Navy destroyer, HMS Beagle, entered the harbour of St. Helier in order finally to commence ‘Operation Nest Egg’, which was the liberation of Jersey after almost 5 harsh years of German occupation. Winston Churchill later referred to the happy event in his VE Day speech in the House of Commons of the British parliament in London, the radio broadcast of which blurted out of loudspeakers in Royal Square of the island’s capital.

Winston Churchill confirmed in his speech that "Our dear Channel Islands are also to be freed today!" On the following day, the Bailiff of the island sent a message to the British King, George VI, which stated: "With my humble duty, I send to Your Majesty this assurance of the devotion of the States and people of Jersey to Your Majesty’s throne and person. We have kept ourselves informed of the armed forces of Your Majesty and of Your Majesty’s allies, and of the ceaseless efforts of the workers behind them, and on this day of liberation we rejoice that we can once more take our place and play our part within Your Majesty’s Empire!"

The 5 years of enemy occupation had been very difficult for the population of Jersey, amongst whom those not born on the island had been sent in September 1942 to internment camps in Germany at Biberach, Laufen & Wurzach. The people also did not gain from the liberation of nearby France after D-Day on the 6^th of June 1944 but instead suffered even more.

The liberation of the Channel Islands was considered a low priority by the allies, despite their proximity to Normandy. Such a judgement was only reinforced by a belief that they were too well fortified to assault with few casualties, either amongst the attackers or the local populace.

Consequently, the Channel Islands were simply by-passed whilst the liberation of mainland Europe and the invasion of Germany proceeded to a final denouement in Berlin over the next 10 and more months. During this period, with supplies now completely cut off, the population began to starve until, on the 30^th of December 1944, the occupying authorities permitted a Red Cross ship, the ‘Vega’, to bring vital food.

The German Commander-in-Chief of the Channel Islands, Colonel Graf von Schmettow, who had been in post since September 1940, was even replaced in February 1945 by a more fanatical Nazi, Vice-Admiral Huffmeier. The latter immediately announced "I have only one aim: to hold out until final victory. I believe in the mission of Fuhrer and our people. I shall serve them with immutable loyalty. Hail our beloved Fuhrer!" However, he encountered increasing resistance from the local people.

On the 7^th of March 1945, a fire started deliberately in a hotel, used by the Germans at St. Saviour, spread to a nearby ammunition dump, resulting in a violent explosion that damaged other buildings. On the same day in same parish, the local Todt, or slave labour, organisation depot burnt down.

Nevertheless, the Germans still enjoyed some successes. On the next night, some of the military personnel on the islands raided Granville in Normandy, which had been liberated by the allies, and managed to release 55 of their own prisoners of war, whilst capturing a ship called the ‘Eskwood’, plus 30 Americans.

The occupation of the Channel Islands eventually came to an end when HMS Beagle, with a sister destroyer, liaised by appointment offshore with a rusty old German minesweeper, carrying representatives of Vice-Admiral Huffmeier for discussions on the British ship about enemy surrender. The latter actually occurred eight days after Hitler’s suicide and four days after the formal surrender of the late Fuhrer’s forces in Germany itself, so determined had the local garrison been not to capitulate.

(South Atlantic Ocean, a few months later)

Blofeld, despite now being a nullified eunuch, had eventually resumed his Gestapo service and cruel depravities in Germany, where he had returned to recuperate from his grievous wound. The evil Rottenfuehrer could no longer abuse anyone with his cock, thanks to young James Bond’s literal parting shot. However, spurred even more into acute sadism by his genital loss, he angrily more than made up for his sexual deficiency through the substitution of other sadistic tortures, including extensive use of brutal dildos on his poor victims.

Blofeld was now on board an old Spanish cargo ship, having managed to escape justice for his evil deeds by fleeing to South America, with the help of the Nazi escape fraternity, ODESSA. He subsequently began to prosper criminally with another hateful organisation called SMERSH.

(Somewhere in Sweden, same time)

Meanwhile, Stromberg had also managed to escape justice, although he did so by fleeing to neutral Sweden, where his mother had been born and had lived until marrying a German. The former SS officer now hid amongst his maternal relations, who were unaware of his war record, and prospered to become a billionaire industrialist with megalomaniac ambitions.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

Trevelyn also survived the war and, in fact, never suffered during the famine experienced on the islands. The boy was instead well supplied with food and other treats by Stromberg for continuing to contribute treacherous information to help the German cause, actions for which he was never suspected.

In the absence of James Bond from St. Helier High School for Boys, Trevelyn, whose forename was Alec, also resumed his bullying career, which had previously been effectively curtailed by the late JJ1. He was additionally to carry his nasty boyhood persona into adulthood, although he initially managed to disguise his inherent wickedness well, even rising to the position of agent 006 for the British Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6.

Like Blofeld and Stromberg, Trevelyn was, however, eventually to meet his nemesis in the form of MI6 agent 007.

(England, same time)

John Bond and Maureen had sadly lost contact after arriving in England, as their families went to stay with relations in different parts of the country. However, the girl would retain a lifelong crush for the boy, which later resumed when their career paths eventually crossed.

(St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, almost 40 years later, 8^th May 1985)

Jersey was celebrating the 40^th anniversary of the island’s liberation from German occupation during the 2^nd World War. A small group of people had broken away from the festivities, which were mainly concentrated in the capital, St. Helier, to walk round St. Auben’s bay to the church graveyard in the eponymous village. Their intent was to pay their respects at a particular grave, as most of them had often done previously over the past half century.

The relevant gravestone identified the deceased as ‘James John Bond GC’, gave the boy’s dates of birth and death and stated simply "He died fighting bravely for the liberty of others". Such an epitaph appeared justified by the suffix of ‘GC’ after the 14 year-old’s name.

The abbreviation stood for ‘George Cross’, which was the highest British civilian award for gallantry, equivalent to the military ‘VC’, or ‘Victoria Cross’. James had been granted the medal posthumously, becoming the youngest ever holder.

The group of people stood around the grave in the quiet and pretty setting and were silent for a while, whilst past remembrances of young James flooded some of their minds. Such recall induced some tears in several ageing faces.

Meanwhile, a couple of official bodyguards stood discretely nearby watching the melancholic scene. The men’s presence underlined the importance of all of the people in the group.

A 55 year-old woman present was currently head, or ‘M’, of the British Secret Intelligence Service, or ‘MI6’. A similarly aged but still remarkably handsome man was still officially a Commander in the Royal Navy but was actually one of her key operatives, whilst another female, 2 years older, was M’s secretary.

Another man, who was the same age as the secretary, was the line manager of all three, being the relevant very senior Foreign Office official responsible for oversight of secret service affairs. These four people were accompanied by another 55 year-old, who was a professor of Russian Studies at one of Britain’s most prestigious universities, as well as part-time analyst of his original country of birth’s affairs for MI6. He had also, albeit tragically very briefly, known James in his sadly short life.

They were all joined by two other foreigners, who had not been privileged to know James but were present to pay their respects to someone so brave and whose memory was so precious to their friends. One was a sexagenarian American, who had recently retired from his important post in the CIA, whilst the other was a 56 year-old French general.

The group eventually returned round St. Auben’s Bay to St. Helier, engaging in quiet conversation as they did so. Maureen, or ‘M’, was talking to her secretary, Moneypenny, who, because of his crushed balls and secret sexual infatuation, had been one of the first people successfully to undergo gender transformation.

David, who was the very senior Foreign Office official, was conversing with the Russian academic, Yuri. Meanwhile the retired CIA operative, Felix Leiter, and the French general, Antoine, were recalling with 007 the time that they had first met.

(St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, about 40 years previously, May 1945)

American ships, not British, crossed from France to remove the German garrison from the Channel Islands to prisoner of war camps. On board one of these vessels was Captain Felix Leiter of the US Army, whose linguistic abilities were considered important to assist such an operation.

Felix was accompanied by Antoine, a young private in the Free French Forces. The Captain had managed to co-opt the youth into his US unit for now because of the 16 year-old’s own language skills, namely the ability to act as translator between Americans and his fellow nationals in France.

Felix and Antoine were currently off-duty and seeking someone who would be prepared to show them around the local sights. They noticed a very handsome 15 year-old boy, standing on the promenade, gazing out to sea, whom they incorrectly presumed had been amongst the recently liberated population of Jersey. The American man and French youth were, of course, unaware that John Bond had also recently disembarked from one of the American ships with his parents. Their influence with a certain Captain Boothroyd of the SOE had secured them the early privilege, as they wanted to find and properly bury the body of James.

John had separated from his parents in order to go for a walk and quietly reminisce about James. However, having done so, the boy was now ready to engage in something more active. Consequently, the polite request from the uniformed American man and French youth to ascertain whether the 15 year-old would be willing to show them the local sights in return for a bar of chocolate was happily met. The subsequent tour resulted in three lifelong friendships.

Having introduced himself and Antoine, Felix Leiter asked John for his name too. In a defining moment, the boy remembered his brother, whose memory he wanted to honour, and his own quirky middle name. Consequently, in answer to the American’s question, the 15 year-old replied truthfully but whilst now using his second rather than first appellation.

John declared "My name is Bond, James Bond!"

THE END

of

‘JAMES BOND’S BOYHOOD ADVENTURES’

by Pueros