(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, 1^st January 1942)

Moneypenny, after being arrested earlier along with his father and mother, had been separated from his bewildered and terrified parents. The latter adult couple were, of course, completely unaware of their 14 year-old son’s resistance escapades, or the fact that some intelligence gathering activities necessitated dressing as a girl and being sodomised by or performing fellatio for a Wehrmacht soldier.

Whilst Stromberg interrogated Moneypenny’s father and mother in his upstairs office, Blofeld had led the rightly deeply worried son to the appropriately well-equipped cellar of the large house, requisitioned to act as Jersey’s SS headquarters. "It seems," advised the gleeful 16 year-old Rottenfuehrer, or Private 1st Class of the Staatspolizei, or Gestapo, in heavily accented but understandable English, after arrival in the underground chamber, "that you’re going to see New Year in alone with me. Let’s therefore get you ready for the enjoyment to come. Please strip naked!"

Blofeld’s command was, perhaps not unexpectedly, given the circumstances, initially resisted by the very pretty Jersey schoolboy currently facing him. Moneypenny was, after all, not only most reluctant to lose his clothes in front of his older host because of the inherent shame but also extremely petrified because of both his recent loss of liberty and his new foreboding surrounds.

Despite the fact that the large cupboard had not as yet been opened to reveal its contents, the purpose of the dank, unheated and therefore chilly room was obvious by other threatening equipment already on display. As well as the four menacing bondage ropes suspended from the ceiling and fixed to metal rings embedded in the stone floor, ready to accommodate the next guest in this ominous chamber, an old but well maintained and used rack waited to entertain someone. The devise was slightly convex and had runnels along the two sides to allow blood to flow easily away. There was also a heavy iron bar resting on top, ready to break well-stretched limbs.

Moneypenny’s initial resistance to stripping in such a sinister environment was quickly overcome when Blofeld, whilst displaying a wicked grin, reminded his young companion for at least the night "Please remember that I can always also entertain your parents down here!" As a result of this threat, the boy reluctantly began to remove his shiny shoes and long socks, before lifting his grey pullover up and over his lovely head and throwing the garment on top of his footwear. To the immense delight of the evil Rottenfuehrer, whose hidden cock was now rigid and throbbing, the beautiful red-haired 14 year-old then started to unbutton his shirt.

After the shirt, there would only be Moneypenny’s short grey trousers and underpants separating Blofeld’s sinister eyes from his first sight of the boy’s gorgeous naked form. Acutely aware of this, the beautiful schoolboy tried to hide his intense fears and humiliation from the intently watching Rottenfuehrer, as he lost his clothing before the clearly excited young German, who was already licking his lips in anticipation of the joyous sights and actions to come. However, the 14 year-old’s attempts to disguise his trepidation and shame were betrayed by clearly shaking fingers, which prolonged the unbuttoning of his shirt, and the look of deep misery evident in the sensuous brown eyes of his reddening face.

Nevertheless, Moneypenny was soon standing in front of the grinning Blofeld dressed only in his short grey trousers, which extended only just below his groin to his upper thigh. The boy now reluctantly began to unbutton this garment at the waist and fly before pulling it slowly down his lithe young legs. The watching Rottenfuehrer’s own cruel and sinister eyes, having feasted on the delights of the 14 year-old’s already revealed, well-proportioned, smooth upper torso, now revelled in the sight of immaculately white, tight, brief underpants coming into vision. The pleasant bulge at the front hinted at the further visual pleasures to come.

Having thrown his short trousers on the growing heap of previously lost clothes beside him, Moneypenny’s tremulous hands then went to their respective sides of his sole remaining garment. The boy then again hesitated to fulfil the last stage of Blofeld’s command, correctly appreciating that he was soon likely to suffer far worse that the shame of stripping naked in front of the evil and clearly currently lecherous Rottenfuehrer. The ugly 16 year-old therefore had to remind the beautiful 14 year-old that he could accommodate the parents as well as the son in the sinister chamber before he was finally able to achieve his aim of having his young guest disrobe completely.

Moneypenny’s white underpants were soon slowly descending downwards from the boy’s slim waist until the 14 year-old’s prize assets were revealed to the admiring lascivious eyes of the intensely excited watching Blofeld. The Rottenfuehrer then had to use all of his self-control to prevent the huge erection hidden within his trousers from ejaculating without further ado at the magnificent spectacle.

Moneypenny revealed completely hairless genitalia, comprising delightfully proportioned, relatively long, slender and currently flaccid cock, with a wonderfully low-hanging scrotum underneath. The marvellous vision immediately spurred Blofeld to remember the empty jar on his mantelpiece in Dinard, which positively demanded to receive such a prize to preserve forever as a memento of the interrogation to come.

Having finally discarded his underpants, Moneypenny’s hands immediately and instinctively went to the protection of his exposed genitals but not for long. Blofeld next commanded the now naked boy to stand under the bondage ropes suspended from the ceiling, which were already looped at the two ends, before ordering the 14 year-old to raise his arms and place his wrists within the loops.

Moneypenny again hesitated to comply with one of Blofeld’s worrying instructions, instead enquiring hopefully, in a quaking voice, "Can’t you just ask your questions without forcing me to suffer this indignity?" However, the evil Rottenfuehrer was not to be denied his overnight entertainment and, still displaying his wicked and now salacious smile, simply answered "No!" before again threatening to invite the boy’s parents to join their son in the torture chamber.

Consequently, Blofeld was soon rewarded for his threats by the reappearance of Moneypenny’s delightful genitalia, as the naked boy finally obeyed the Rottenfuehrer’s command and raised his arms to place his wrists in the waiting loops. The 14 year-old nude found that he had to stand on tiptoe to accomplish the deed.

Blofeld now wasted no time in operating an electrical pulley that pulled the bondage ropes upwards, a process that harshly tightened the loops around Moneypenny’s slender wrists, as the naked boy was lifted a short distance off the stone floor. The evil Rottenfuehrer then quickly completed fixing the beautiful young nude in place by roping his ankles to widely separated metal rings embedded in the ground.

By the time that clocks elsewhere were striking midnight to mark the advent of 1942, Moneypenny was welcoming the New Year in a most unwanted manner. Currently dangling from the torture chamber ceiling, spreadeagled and naked and therefore displaying all of his copious attractions, the boy uttered his first loud scream of the night. The evil Rottenfuehrer, whilst firmly holding the 14 year-old’s slim hips tightly in position, had thrust his monstrous, rampant and unlubricated cock past the weak defence afforded to his beautiful young rape victim’s rectum by the exposed pink sphincter muscle.

The brutal 16 year-old rapist then enjoyed several minutes of delicious sodomy, as he thrust his huge cock all the way in and out of Moneypenny’s anal orifice. However, the suffering of the young rape victim was lessened by the fact that he was not a virgin, having allowed the smaller penis of the Wehrmacht soldier, Helmut, to penetrate him regularly. The boy, invariably dressed as a girl, had permitted the man such pleasure supposedly entirely selflessly in the cause of gathering intelligence, although he secretly and rather guiltily also garnered much pleasure from the liaisons.

Enduring the uninvited attention of 16 year-old Blofeld’s immense cock, which had recently grown enormously to be big both in terms of length and girth even when flaccid, was another matter altogether. The experience was certainly not pleasurable but was instead exceedingly humiliating and painful, even if the suffering was now reduced by the monstrous member concerned gaining some lubrication.

Moneypenny’s delicate rectum had been forcibly expanded by the penial intruder to probably its maximum dimensions before serious damage would occur. Such a hurtful experience naturally encouraged the boy’s rear orifice to shed some blood, which, although unpleasant in cause and sight, proved useful in helping to lubricate the massive invader.

Blofeld’s hairy loins continued frequently to crash against the deliciously smooth impeccable curvature of Moneypenny’s lustrous buttocks, as the rapist regularly thrust mercilessly and viciously forward to fill the boy’s rectum to the hilt. Despite the resulting acute agony felt to his gorgeous bottom, the tearful, sobbing and groaning 14 year-old was still then sufficiently aware of what was happening to feel his genitalia being groped from behind.

Moneypenny now shamefully realised that his own cock, despite his suffering and the fact that his penis had already humiliatingly ejaculated, was still hard and throbbing. The boy’s long and slender erection was now encouraged to retain its rigidity by being rubbed lecherously by Blofeld, as the Gestapo Rottenfuehrer continued his act of unforgiving sodomy.

Blofeld’s libidinous emotions gradually rose to a literal climax, as he thrust his monstrous member in and out of Moneypenny’s rectum and continued vigorously to rub the boy’s lovely but currently seriously imperilled cock. The achievement of ultimate sexual ecstasy by the evil Rottenfuehrer was being helped by another thought that suddenly entered his clever but wickedly sadistic mind.

Blofeld again remembered the presently empty jars on his mantelpiece in Dinard. The evil Rottenfuehrer now anticipated that, as a result of his planned and painfully long and comprehensive interrogation of the beautiful Moneypenny, one container would soon contain not only the boy’s testicles but also the rest of his young rape victim’s smooth genitalia.

Blofeld so enjoyed the idea of Moneypenny losing his still hairless sexual organs, which were currently still definitely alive and lively, as they were presently erectly attached to the owner, although in the evil Rottenfuehrer’s grasp, that the wicked 16 year-old now climaxed. He stopped his thrusting and instead brought his engorged cock, which had expanded to its brutal maximum size, to a halt deep inside his boy victim.

Both Blofeld and Moneypenny then felt the immense penial intruder explode deep inside the boy, impregnating fulsome spurt after spurt of thick creamy Teutonic cum into the 14 year-old’s innards. So much semen appeared to be ejaculated that the young rape victim gained the impression that he must be being filled by the stuff and could somehow taste the substance in his mouth.

Blofeld had never experienced such acute ecstasy previously, as he continued to hold Moneypenny resolutely in place by the boy’s slim hips and simply stood still, whilst the copious needs of his own gigantic cock were fully satisfied. Such satisfaction took a few minutes to achieve before the monstrous member had shed all available cum and had begun to relax and decrease in size. The evil Rottenfuehrer then removed his satiated penis from the 14 year-old’s agonised rear, which he achieved with an audible pop, as a vacuum recently created in the ravaged rectum suddenly ended its short existence.

Blofeld then withdrew a handkerchief from his trousers’ pocket and wiped his softening penis of Moneypenny’s blood and his own residual cum. The evil Rottenfuehrer did not bother to afford similar consideration to his recent young rape victim’s pained bumcrack, which was soiled by the same mixture of substances, some falling to the stone floor below in little droplets.

Blofeld then removed his trousers, which appeared to be a strange action to take after rather than before committing sodomy. However, the evil Rottenfuehrer’s purpose was immediately evident when he introduced the shed garment to Moneypenny’s tearstained face.

Moneypenny was presented with that part of Blofeld’s trousers on which the boy had earlier spurted his own semen, which had only partly dried. "Lick it clean," the evil Rottenfuehrer then commanded.

"Never!" Moneypenny bravely but, given the circumstances foolhardily replied. "We’ll see how long you maintain your stance," Blofeld then ominously remarked before placing his soiled trousers on a side table and advancing to the cupboard containing many awful instruments of torture. The evil Rottenfuehrer collected one of the paddles present in the cabinet, happily of the smooth rather than spiked variety.

"I’ll start with this rather tame implement," Blofeld then advised, as he returned to the naked and helplessly bound Moneypenny, "before moving on to more painful paddles, straps, canes and whips. It’ll be interesting to note at what stage you decide to beg to lick my trousers clean!"

As Blofeld returned to Moneypenny he noticed two other developments of interest. First, the vertically spreadeagled boy’s uncut cock was not only still incongruously erect, visibly throbbing, soiled with recent ejaculate and eagerly drooling precum but also pointing upwards towards the 14 year-old’s cute navel. Second, there was a fresh pool of cum on the stone floor in front of his recent young rape victim, which had not been present previously.

Blofeld had not noticed, amidst his own intense ecstasy, that his rubbing of Moneypenny’s smooth slender penis, plus other more complicated factors inherent in the boy’s complex sexual persona, had brought the 14 year-old to simultaneous orgasm. Several spurts of cum had erupted from the young rape victim’s cockhead, as he felt his own innards being filled by large amounts of the same substance.

Blofeld could, of course, naturally now guess, from the evidence on the floor, Moneypenny’s guilty secret. The evil Rottenfuehrer was also amazed that, despite the appalling circumstances in which the 14 year-old now found himself, and having just ejaculated twice within a short space of time, the boy could continue to exhibit a remarkable display of young male virility. The latter comprised the pleasant shape of his slender and still throbbing, clearly excited and needy erection.

The literally outstanding display encouraged Blofeld, as he took up position behind Moneypenny in order to deliver the first blow from the paddle across the boy’s deliciously curvaceous buttocks, to describe the 14 year-old again as "Jersey scum!"

Meanwhile, a couple of floors above, the perceptive Obersturmbannfuehrer Stromberg of the SS had just concluded that Moneypenny’s parents knew nothing about their son’s activities. They were incredulous and could not explain how the boy had been spotted by an unidentified informer regularly breaking the nightly curfew, whilst dressed as a girl.

Stromberg had concluded that Moneypenny’s illegal behaviour and strange disguise meant that the boy must be engaged on resistance activities. The Obersturmbannfuehrer had also recalled the presence of a girl lookout when the tyres of some German military vehicles had been slashed in an act of sabotage. However, the SS officer was happy to allow young Blofeld to have the pleasure of extracting a confession as to what the 14 year-old had been up, especially as he himself wanted to enjoy the rest of New Year’s Eve.

Stromberg first ordered Moneypenny’s worried parents released, as he could see no point in their continued detention, especially as there was a shortage of sober guards on New Year’s Eve. The Obersturmbannfuehrer next intended to sodomise his 12 year-old servant, Yuri, before redressing formerly in order to celebrate the arrival of 1942 in a different manner. He would subsequently have dinner and drinks in the headquarters with fellow officers of the SS, or ‘Schutzstaffel’, which, ironically for the millions who were to suffer at the hands of such men, was German for ‘protection patrol’.

(Cottage of the Bond family, St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

There were no longer any Hogmanay celebrations in the Bond cottage. Everyone present was simply too shocked and worried, in the aftermath of the recent arrest nearby, to have time for anything other than agonised and petrified conversation.

Despite the curfew, the Bonds had been joined in their cottage by the equally worried David and Maureen, as well as these two children’s own parents. The families had always been very close and, as they had all also been noticeably peering out of windows as the local arrests were made, it only seemed natural to congregate somewhere to discuss the very disturbing situation.

(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

Blofeld aimed several hefty blows of his paddle onto Moneypenny’s buttocks, where the bumcrack was already slightly soiled with the boy’s blood and the Rottenfuehrer’s extraneous semen. The 14 year-old shrieked loudly in response to each hit but still continued bravely to refuse to lick his own sperm from the 16 year-old’s trousers.

Blofeld had begun by striking each of Moneypenny’s rear cheeks in turn, reddening each delightful buttock in the process. However, after the evil Rottenfuehrer subsequently started to cover the whole of the curvaceous scenery with a single thump across the bumcrack, the young subject of these efforts immediately appreciated that this revised method was somehow much more painful. Nevertheless, the lachrymose boy continued for now to deny his cruel tormentor the pleasure of seeing the 14 year-old cleanse the 16 year-old’s soiled trousers with his tongue.

Having thoroughly reddened Moneypenny’s bottom, Blofeld considered moving the attention of his paddle elsewhere. However, the Rottenfuehrer recognised that use of the wooden implement against the boy’s slim torso might break some bones and he was not yet ready to inflict such damage. That particular pleasure could come later.

Blofeld therefore neatly returned the paddle to its rightful place in the cupboard and picked up a wide leather strap. This implement appeared ideal to rain the first of the many blows with various cruel implements that the evil Rottenfuehrer proposed to inflict on the back and front of Moneypenny’s lithe torso.

A few harsh blows from the strap across Moneypenny’s back immediately induced the now acutely agonised boy into abject surrender in respect of his stubborn stance towards Blofeld’s command. However, the Rottenfuehrer was still not satisfied at the 14 year-old’s sudden polite request to lick the German’s trousers clean, uttered amongst tearful yelps as his rear was hit with hard leather, creating harsh red stripes with each strike.

"I want you to beg to lick my trousers clean," Blofeld sadistically advised, as he dealt Moneypenny’s sore back another hurtful blow. The boy was soon acquiescent to his tormentor’s demand.

Moneypenny shrieked between sobs and yelps, "Please, please, Sir, I beg you. Please, please, Sir, let me lick your trousers clean!" However, Blofeld rained a couple more hits on the boy’s back before returning his strap to the cupboard and retrieving his soiled trousers.

Moneypenny’s tongue was then soon licking up his own semi-dried semen from the cotton surface of Blofeld’s garment.

Meanwhile, Stromberg left his quarters to proceed to enjoy a late dinner, with much celebratory drinking also anticipated in the early hours of what was now New Year’s Day. He left Yuri lying facedown behind on the Obersturmbannfuehrer’s bed, with evidence of their recent mutual activity clearly visible in the form of the residual semen dribbling along the boy’s bumcrack and the tears streaming down the shamed 12 year-old’s beautiful face.

(Cottage of the Bond family, St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, later same night)

The worried hosts and guests within the Bond family’s cottage were now joined by Moneypenny’s traumatised parents, who had been forced to walk back from St. Helier, round St. Auben Bay, to their eponymous village. As with those of David and Maureen, the families had always been very close and so it only seemed natural to call on their neighbours to seek solace.

(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

Despite the fact that Moneypenny had, with reasonable success, cleansed Blofeld’s trousers with his now dried tongue, the evil Rottenfuehrer had resumed beating the boy. However, he changed his implement to a cane and returned his aim to the 14 year-old’s already sore bottom.

Blofeld began to create many more, thinner, scarlet stripes on Moneypenny’s buttocks with the springy cane. As the evil Rottenfuehrer did so, he realised, from the energised reactions to each hit from his intensely anguished victim, that the latest strikes must be the most painful yet. He also noticed that this did not prevent his boy victim from continuing to sport a fulsome, vertical, throbbing erection, which still dribbled copious precum.

In another response to the caning, Moneypenny somehow managed to ask, amidst continued sobbing and yelping, "Please, Sir, instead of doing this, why don’t you simply ask me a question?" Blofeld had not yet submitted to the boy one query relating to the Rottenfuehrer’s investigation. He also did not intend to do so for a few mores hours, which were to be passed by further torturing of the 14 year-old, including using many of the other implements in the cupboard, designed not for beating but for other painful purposes.

Blofeld now additionally decided to show the naked Moneypenny, whose bottom and back were now almost completely covered by stripes of different girths, with many darkening from their original bright scarlet hues, that he should not speak until given permission. The evil Rottenfuehrer returned the cane to the cupboard and picked up a short, very thin whip before assuming a position in front but to the side of the crying boy.

"Do not annoy me by speaking without permission," Blofeld then instructed, "and especially by trying to tell me what to do!" The evil Rottenfuehrer then viciously but accurately launched the thin leather at Moneypenny’s rampant erection.

Moneypenny screamed louder than ever, as the whip struck his hard penis, neatly bisecting its previous ivory-like and throbbing upper surface with a thin red stripe. The boy then fainted when the next blow hit his balls.

Blofeld brought Moneypenny back to consciousness by throwing a bucket of cold water over the boy. The evil Rottenfuehrer then commented to the 14 year-old, whilst pointing to another fresh pool of semen on the ground, "It’s lucky for your tongue, Jersey scum, that I was not standing in the way of your latest perverse ejaculation!"

Whilst lapsing into his faint, Moneypenny’s unruly cock had erupted another arc of sperm, which had coalesced on the stone floor before his dangling feet. The boy was both ashamed and, given that it represented his third ejaculation of the night, amazed at his feat.

Blofeld’s whip was now exchanged for the pair of very harsh serrated nipple clamps, which were soon agonisingly adorning Moneypenny’s chest. The evil Rottenfuehrer then collected the version designed for squeezing individual testicles, which were semi-spherical in shape and could be cleverly contracted in all diameters by turning a small crew located in the middle of the external surface.

Blofeld now knelt excitedly in front of Moneypenny and began gently to encase each of the boy’s testes in one of the clamps, constricting the size of the ingenious devices until they hung neatly, symmetrically and without hurting from the 14 year-old’s smooth scrotum, like a pair of genital ornaments. As the evil Rottenfuehrer perpetrated this deed, he noted with interest that his young torture victim’s cock, which still drooled residual cum from the head, had someone remained hard.

Blofeld then stood to peer into Moneypenny’s beautiful but tearful face, which already exhibited clear endurance of intense pain from the recent comprehensive flagellation of his rear and attachment of severe clasps to his nipples. Despite the fact that the boy was suspended off the floor, his elevation was not so great that the taller Rottenfuehrer could not look the distressed 14 year-old directly in the eyes, as he advised him of his next wicked intent.

"I’m now ready to fuck you again," Blofeld informed Moneypenny. Having discarded his trousers, the evidence for the evil Rottenfuehrer’s statement was clear from the large bulge in his own underpants.

"However, as I do so," Blofeld added cruelly, "I’ll be gradually tightening the clamps now engulfing your balls. As you like ejaculating so much in response to pain, I’ll continue to do so until you cum again or your testes are turned into mush!" The evil Rottenfuehrer still intended to cut Moneypenny’s genitalia off later but he also did not mind if the contents of the boy’s scrotum had been liquefied by then.

Forgetting Blofeld’s instruction not to speak without permission, Moneypenny immediately began to beg again, this time for mercy. The boy was rewarded for his oversight by another painful blow of the short whip across his still erect penis before the evil Rottenfuehrer then resumed a position at the rear of the nude 14 year-old.

Moneypenny soon felt Blofeld’s engorged cockhead being reintroduced to his sphincter, which was still sore from their previous meeting. The boy then again screamed loudly when the evil Rottenfuehrer thrust his monstrous member back into the innards of the 14 year-old, the resulting pain being increased by a consequent movement of the young rape victim’s body, which shook the harsh nipple clamps. However, the shriek was curtailed, as breathlessness suddenly subsumed his beautiful form in line with the initial highly distressing contraction of the ball clasps.

(Cottage of the Bond family, St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

James Bond eventually decided to make a confession to the various parents present. JJ1, as the 14 year-old was known to many of his friends to distinguish him from his young brother, John or ‘JJ2’, because the boys, following quirky family tradition, shared not only the same initials but also the same forenames, albeit in reverse order, additionally produced his secret radio transmitter. He had temporarily removed the latter piece of apparatus from the ingenious bicycle he had inherited from Boothroyd.

James perceptively appreciated that Moneypenny, who had been retained within SS headquarters unlike his parents, would undoubtedly finally tell all about ‘Jerm’ if tortured. Although the red-haired boy was clearly brave and resourceful, his fellow 14 year-old realised that he, like most in his situation, would be unable not to talk truthfully for long. The scenario was also likely, as his original arrest and continued detention suggested that the Germans had strong reasons for suspecting him of subversion and the dreaded Schutzstaffel had already gained a well-deserved reputation on Jersey for indulging in evil practices in order to elicit information from prisoners.

Moneypenny’s undoubted eventual confession, solicited under torture, about ‘Jerm’ and his fellow juvenile members of the subversive organisation would certainly result in the further arrest of the Bond brothers, David and Maureen, and possibly of their parents too. JJ1 presumed that none would emerge from their detention alive.

Consequently, James concluded that he had to undertake two actions quickly. Firstly, the boy had to advise the adults of the real situation because they had a right to know that their own lives were in imminent danger, as well as those of their children. Secondly, the 14 year-old had to contact the Special Operations Executive, or ‘SOE’, in England in order to solicit their advice as to what to do in the current dangerous circumstances.

In front of the amazed and dumbfounded adults, who had now just been appraised about ‘Jerm’ and the outfit’s activities, James used his new proficiency at the Morse code to signal England about their predicament. Thankfully, the answer came quickly from Boothroyd himself, who fortuitously happened to be one of the few duty officers in SOE headquarters on this New Year’s Eve.

(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

The slow, agonising and breath-expelling compression of Moneypenny’s balls had already caused the boy to faint once. Such a development had necessitated an annoyed Blofeld to remove his cock from within the 14 year-old to throw instead a cold bucket of water over his rape and torture victim before being to resume his highly pleasurable second act of New Year sodomy.

Naturally, Blofeld was also encouraged to make Moneypenny pay for the impoliteness of lapsing into inconvenient unconsciousness. Before carnally re-entering the boy, the evil Rottenfuehrer struck the 14 year-old’s already very sore buttocks with a barbed whip, causing the skin to cut and spill some blood.

Blofeld considered that his cruel action had alternative purpose other than punishment, namely to ensure that Moneypenny was now fully awake to experience the further agonies to come. The evil Rottenfuehrer’s idea seemed justified when the boy issued another loud shriek, as the 16 year-old’s monstrous member was again unceremoniously thrust back into him, once more filling his ravaged, pained and bloody rectum to the hilt. However, another turn of the screws on the ball clamps ensured that such shrieking was curtailed, as breathlessness returned to the poor young victim’s lovely body.

Although his own penis had somehow remained hard and, apart from a couple of vivid red whip marks, lustrously ivory-like throughout his terrible ordeal, Moneypenny was sure that his balls were doomed. The boy sincerely believed that, if his testicles were not already damaged beyond repair, they would be soon and that there was no chance that his cockhead would erupt for a fourth time on this New Year’s Eve to save his boyhood.

In fact, Moneypenny believed that just one more turn on the screws of the ball clamps would probably begin to render his testicles into mush and him into a eunuch.

(Cottage of the Bond family, St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

Boothroyd instructed the Bonds, as well as the other families present, to flee to his own abandoned and boarded up cottage on Jersey, taking only essentials, and hide there until SOE could send a submarine to help them escape from the island. In their dangerous circumstances, most needed no second invitation to follow this guidance, although Moneypenny’s parents were naturally reluctant to leave their son to his fate.

James counteracted the reluctance of Moneypenny’s parents by suggesting that their son would want them safe and also that, once in hiding, they could all try to produce a workable plan of rescue for the boy. For example, JJ1 put forward the idea that local island dignitaries could be stimulated to express horror to the German authorities, at least some of whom exhibited some compassion, that they could plan any harm against a mere 14 year-old, who had probably only been engaged in misguided childish pranks.

Consequently, Moneypenny’s parents agreed to flee with the families of James, David and Maureen and, like the rest, began to gather their essentials. Everyone was ready within an hour and had re-gathered inside the Bond’s cottage in order to embark on their trip, under cover of darkness, to Boothroyd’s remote abandoned cottage.

Then there was a very worrying knock on the door of the Bond’s neat home.

(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, 1 hour previously)

As Blofeld continued to sodomise Moneypenny, he placed a free hand on a clamp that would now finally begin to crush one of the boy’s balls into pulp. The evil Rottenfuehrer recognised as much as his young victim that the 14 year-old’s testicles would soon be turned to mush, possibly as a result of his next turn of the relevant screws.

Despite Blofeld’s intense passion, as he continued viciously to thrust his immense cock in and out of Moneypenny’s rear orifice, he managed to glance over the boy’s shoulder to see if his young victim had managed to save his balls for now by again ejaculating. However, although the 14 year-old’s penis was still remarkably hard, there was no evidence of any further fresh semen on the stone ground and so the evil Rottenfuehrer commented wickedly "It appears, Jersey scum, that your boyhood’s about to be forfeit!" He then again began to turn the screw.

(Cottage of the Bond family, St. Auben, Jersey, Channel Islands, 1 hour later)

The father of James and John was, of course, not currently resident on Jersey, as he had crossed to England to join the British armed forced. The duty of opening the front door of the Bond’s cottage should therefore perhaps have fallen to the mother. However, the poor woman was frozen to the spot in pure terror.

Consequently, James carefully peeked out of a downstairs curtained window to see who might be calling at this very late hour, amidst the nightly curfew. The boy then grinned happily and rushed forward to open the door.

Young Moneypenny then stumbled inside, assisted to retain his feet by a younger beautiful blonde boy with lovely blue eyes.

(SS Headquarters, St. Helier, Jersey, 1 hour previously)

Blofeld had not managed to turn the fateful screw very far when the iron bar, which was normally used for breaking limbs and had been resting on the rack, crashed onto his skull. The hand of the evil Rottenfuehrer immediately fell from the ball clamp and his huge cock slipped out of Moneypenny’s rectum with another audible pop, as the 16 year-old Gestapo interrogator crashed unconscious to the ground.

12 year-old Yuri then began to lower and untie the still pained but much happier Moneypenny from his bondage, as well as later to help the older boy re-attire in his shed clothing. They then successfully made their escape from SS headquarters, aided by the fact that most of the personnel still awake, including Stromberg, were roaring drunk. Such a scenario had earlier enabled the young Russian, having himself redressed, to creep from the Obersturmbannfuehrer’s quarters to the cellars.

Yuri had witnessed the arrival of a boy for questioning and, as the child had been taken by the sadistic-looking youth from the Gestapo to the cellar, he had also appreciated what the young prisoner would be subjected to within the evil place. Remembering his partisan ideals, the extremely brave and selfless young Russian could not allow such a scenario to unfold without some attempt at rescue, even if such an act meant his own death. In fact, rather than continue his current life as a menial sex slave to Stromberg, the 12 year-old welcomed the opportunity to die whilst trying to perpetrate such an heroic deed.

Despite the immense anguish pervading his whole body, especially his back and groin, Moneypenny had subsequently, with the help of Yuri, managed to walk from St. Helier to St. Auben. Here, incorrectly believing that his own parents were still being held in SS headquarters, the 14 year-old had not returned home but, with his brave new Russian friend, had instead headed for the Bond’s cottage.

(A remote beach on Jersey, a few nights later)

Having successfully hidden in Boothroyd’s remote abandoned cottage for a few days, whilst many German soldiers had fruitlessly searched Jersey for the escaped Moneypenny and Yuri, plus certain missing families, the fugitives had relocated to a nearby sandy beach. A British submarine was due soon to evacuate them from the island, with all recognising that staying was simply too dangerous.

Unfortunately, James had been compelled to take recent great risks with his personal safety in order to reach this state of affairs. The boy had been forced to radio England far more than was usual in order to receive the instructions for their escape and to ensure that plans were still proceeding according to schedule. Although the 14 year-old used Boothroyd’s extraordinary bicycle in order to transmit his messages from differing locations, he realised that, amidst the heightened security on Jersey, he was seriously exposing himself to the possibility of detection by German triangulation equipment.

Such equipment involved detecting transmissions from a fixed base, supported by mobile vans with aerials that moved round trying to pinpoint the source. Such vehicles had been seen on the roads of Jersey many times of late.

The three fathers amongst the group trying to flee Jersey would have preferred one of themselves to accept the danger of operating the radio instead of a boy. However, none knew Morse code and all accepted that they could not learnt it in the short time before they were due to be picked up by the submarine. There was therefore no alternative but to allow the 14 year-old to continue his courageous function, especially as he selflessly told the men that their duty should be the safety of the others.

As the rest of the escaping party cowered in the night darkness in a hollow amidst the dunes closest to the beach, awaiting the arrival of the submarine, James had taken up a much more prominent position on top of one of the sandy hillocks. The boy fatefully felt obliged to check one more time that the arrival of the underwater vessel was still imminent and he needed a relatively lofty situation in order to achieve a decent signal. The 14 year-old was answered not only by an affirmative return message but also the sight, amidst the gloom, of a conning tower appearing from the waves just offshore, swiftly followed by several crewed dinghies venturing towards the land.

As James prepared to wheel his special bicycle towards the others and the beach, not wanting to leave such amazing and precious equipment behind, he heard several gun shots and bullets just missing him. The boy then heard commands in both German and accented English for him to surrender and hold his hands up. The 14 year-old immediately recognised the voice as being that of Blofeld. The triangulation apparatus had finally found the latest source of transmission in a manner that had apparently caught the spy, for being one of which there was only one sentence, namely death.

James immediately took cover and shouted at the other escapees to run to the incoming dinghies, advising that he would try to hold off the Germans, who, because of the nature of the coastal terrain, were arriving on foot, before then riding his secretly motorised bicycle to the beach. The rest were naturally very reluctant to allow the boy to undertake his immensely courage mission, not least his mother and brother. However, they also appreciated that they had no other option but to accept his solution to the danger, as they were unarmed whereas Boothroyd’s special vehicle possessed weaponry.

Boothroyd’s bicycle was the most interesting of his contraptions. There was a small motor in the saddlebag that sat on top of the rear wheel mudguard. This provided extra propulsion for any necessary attempt at a quick escape from a particular scene. Another bag, under the horizontal mainframe bar, contained various espionage paraphernalia, including note and code books, local maps, exceptionally powerful binoculars, a special pen, for other purposes as well as writing, a little but lethal handgun and some small sticks of dynamite.

The bicycle’s water bottle, fitted to the vertical handlebar frame, was actually a very effective chemical generator of smoke, to facilitate flight in precarious situations. The front and tail lamps, now illegal to use for illumination at night because of the blackout, were actually furtive cameras. The top of the substantial saddle lifted to reveal the Morse radio, exceptionally diminutive but nevertheless exceedingly powerful for the era. Meanwhile, the horizontal mainframe bar doubled as a rifle, somehow capable of firing explosive bullets towards the front or rear, and incongruously activated by the vehicle’s bell.

Exhibiting immense courage, James was forced to use most of his weapons and ammunition to keep the large number of approaching Germans at bay, even lighting and throwing his dynamite. Unfortunately, as all but one of the dinghies left shore for the waiting submarine, with all of the other escapees safely on board, the enemy, under cover of darkness, managed to surround the brave boy’s position.

James then again heard commands to surrender, this time in the form of many voices from all around him. The 14 year-old boy also realised that he had little choice, as he was surrounded and almost out of ammunition.

James therefore shouted "Alright, I’m surrendering!" The brave boy then stood up, still holding the handlebars of his bicycle, which, because of the darkness, the Germans did not realise had been the source of the 14 year-old’s amazing arsenal.

Blofeld, recognising who was his imminent prisoner and that James now appeared unarmed, eagerly rushed from his own cover to accept personally and triumphantly the beautiful boy’s surrender. As the evil Rottenfuehrer did so, he again remembered the empty jars on his mantelpiece in Dinard, happily realising that at least one of them would now receive their intended contents.

James appreciated, from the sight of the many other German soldiers now ringing him, that there was no chance of escape. However, the brave boy’s recognition that he had ‘little choice’ did not relate to meek surrender. The 14 year-old instead wanted to take the evil Blofeld to the grave with him.

James therefore fired his last explosive bullet, loaded into his bicycle’s horizontal mainframe bar, directly at Blofeld. In response, the brave boy’s beautiful body was immediately riddled with bullets, as the surrounding soldiers dived to the ground and accurately fired their machine guns at the 14 year-old.

Young James Bond was dead before his beautiful body hit the sandy ground.

(To be concluded in the final chapter 18 – ‘007’)