James Bond's Boyhood Adventures 15

By Pueros

(With thanks to Erik for some of the original ideas behind this saga.)

Chapter 15 – Infamies

(U.S. Congress, Washington DC, U.S.A., Monday, 8th December 1941)

President Roosevelt announced in the US Congress that “Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan……..”

(U.S. Legation, Berlin, Germany, Thursday, 11th December 1941)

The U.S. Charge D' Affaires read the infamous letter delivered to him from the Foreign Minister of the German Reich. It read:-

“The Government of the United States, having violated in the most flagrant manner and in ever increasing measure all rules of neutrality in favour of the adversaries of Germany and having continually been guilty of the most severe provocations toward Germany ever since the outbreak of the European war, provoked by the British declaration of war against Germany on September 3, 1939, has finally resorted to open military acts of aggression.

On September 11, 1941, the President of the United States publicly declared that he had ordered the American Navy and Air Force to shoot on sight at any German war vessel. In his speech of October 27, 1941, he once more expressly affirmed that this order was in force. Acting under this order, vessels of the American Navy, since early September 1941, have systematically attacked German naval forces. Thus, American destroyers, as for instance the ‘Greer’, the ‘Kearney’ and the ‘Reuben James’, have opened fire on German submarines according to plan. The Secretary of the American Navy, Mr. Knox, himself confirmed that American destroyers attacked German submarines.

Furthermore, the naval forces of the United States, under order of their Government and contrary to international law, have treated and seized German merchant vessels on the high seas as enemy ships.

The German Government therefore establishes the following facts:

Although Germany on her part has strictly adhered to the rules of international law in her relations with the United States during every period of the present war, the Government of the United States from initial violations of neutrality has finally proceeded to open acts of war against Germany. The Government of the United States has thereby virtually created a state of war.

The German Government, consequently, discontinues diplomatic relations with the United States of America and declares that under these circumstances brought about by President Roosevelt Germany too, as from today, considers herself as being in a state of war with the United States of America.

Accept, Mr. Charge d' Affaires, the expression of my high consideration.

December 11, 1941.

RIBBENTROP.”

(Brittany, France, next day)

Felix Leiter and the new beautiful 13 years old farm resident, Antoine, were furtively listening to the BBC’s French-language radio broadcast from London. The American, currently a Lieutenant in the British Secret Operations Executive, or S.O.E., had been unable to persuade Jean’s younger brother to return whence he came, as the boy was resolutely determined to avenge his older sibling’s death by serving the Resistance.

Jean and Antoine were orphans, their parents having been killed in an air raid during the German Blitzkrieg of France. Felix’s inability to discourage the boy from his intent to join the Resistance was caused by this circumstance and the associated fact that the 13 years old clearly disliked living with the uncle in Cherbourg with whom he had been fostered. The brutal disciplinarian not only abused his custodianship by requiring his nephew to work unreasonably hard for his keep in his scrap metal business when not at school but also was enriching himself by lucratively collaborating with the Germans in reprocessing war waste. The American also had to admit that the young teenager’s gorgeously large, pleading brown eyes, and wonderful character, which matched those of his brother, had played a major role in eventual meek US surrender to his will.

Felix, however, had insisted that Antoine resumed his schooling. His insistence was assisted by suggesting that such resumption of apparent normality would not only help the boy to maintain an appropriate education but also afforded him innocent cover for visiting the nearest village regularly to enable him to report back on goings-on. The whole arrangement was aided by the fact that the elderly local schoolmaster was a member of their Resistance cell.

Nevertheless, Antoine also happily mucked in with routine farm chores outside of school hours, at which he quickly proved rather efficient and useful, despite an urban upbringing. Meanwhile, to Felix, the boy brought constant remembrance of his beloved Jean. The 13 years old’s beautiful facial features, including the straight silky brown hair, and his lithe, slim body were all reminiscent of his heroically deceased older brother, albeit in more diminutive form.

Consequently, and despite Antoine’s determination to serve the Resistance to foreign Nazi tyranny, Felix was equally determined to try to keep the delightful boy from real harm. The American wanted France to enjoy the existence of such a wondrous soul, the last representative of his undoubtedly noble, in spirit if not social class, lineage after the eventual successful conclusion to the war.

Felix now had no doubt that such an end would come, having listened with Antoine to the news from London about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour and that the Germans had made the amazing mistake of declaring war on his own homeland, the USA. However, the American of Swiss descent also appreciated that much suffering, and the loss of many lives, would occur before that happy day dawned.

Felix could not help his right arm from being platonically drawn to Antoine’s slender shoulders, as they listened to the radio broadcast sitting side-by-side and whilst he prayed “Let’s hope that Roosevelt’s four freedoms come true sooner rather than later.” “What are they?” the boy asked.

“To use the President’s own words,” Felix advised, whilst recalling his national leader’s announcement of the previous January verbatim, “they are ‘A world founded upon four essential freedoms. The first is freedom of speech and expression, everywhere in the world. The second is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way, everywhere in the world. The third is freedom from want, everywhere in the world. The fourth is freedom from fear, anywhere in the world!’”

Felix then peered into Antione’s peerless brown eyes to check understanding and was rewarded with the comment “If only the world possessed more wise leaders like your President, it wouldn’t be in so much constant torment.” Tears then suddenly began to flow from the young French boy, encouraging the young American man to strengthen his platonic hold. However, he too soon became lachrymose, as his undisclosed thoughts began to share those of the youngster.

Both had remembered Jean and realised that no amount of fine words would enable him to experience Roosevelt’s four freedoms, at least in this world.

(Baden, Germany, same time)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld had just watched the delayed internment of his father’s coffin, supposedly containing the remains of the late Sturmbannfuhrer of the Staatspolizei, although hardly any had been found after the RAF Mosquito’s 2000-pound high explosive bomb had concluded its deadly work. The ugly 16 years old had also witnessed the relevant ceremonial being carried out in his home state, or ‘Lander’, of Baden with full Nazi honours.

Blofeld Junior was unusually young to be a Rottenfuehrer, or Private 1st Class, of the Gestapo. However, his late father’s influence had managed to contrive the position for his son, which the youth now proposed to use to extract the fullest revenge for the infamy of his male parent’s demise against all those who resisted German will. He would start with those in his present jurisdiction of Brittany, as well as, with the anticipated compliance of his family friend, Obersturmbannfuehrer Stromberg of the S.S., in the Channel Islands.

Blofeld Junior recognised that the bomb that had been dropped on Gestapo headquarters in Dinard had been specifically targeted to prevent the young French Resistance member, Jean, from suffering and talking. The only remains of this beautiful 17 years old that now existed were the youth’s balls and severed foreskin, which quietly rested on the mantelpiece of the Rottenfuehrer’s bedroom in Brittany, in the large house that had been requisitioned for his father’s personal use from the former French owners. The glass jar, full of preservative, was adjacent to another, similarly containing extracted testes and labelled with name and date. The forename on the other was Pierre.

Blofeld hoped that the other four jars on his mantelpiece, currently sadly empty, would soon be the resting-place of four more sets of testicles. The Rottenfuehrer still entertained the wish that sometime he could remove the small white oval objects from the smooth ball sacs of a certain quartet of boys on Jersey, whom he was sure were out to undermine German supremacy on the island.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

James Bond, or JJ1 to his school-friends, David and Moneypenny now regularly stayed overnight at each other’s houses, with benevolent parental acquiescence. However, the adults concerned might have reversed their considerate policy if they knew the true extent of what the three intimate friends indulged in the privacy of their bedrooms.

It was 14 years old Moneypenny’s turn to act as overnight host to his similarly aged best friends, James and David. Meanwhile, 12 years old John Bond, or JJ2, was staying innocently, because they occupied separate bedrooms, at the cottage of his girlfriend, Maureen, whom the older boys nicknamed ‘M’.

Moneypenny, James and David, dressed in their pyjamas, had, like Felix and Antoine across the Gulf of St. Malo, just furtively listened to the BBC’s French news, as the reception of this radio station was better than that of the English service. All three boys were, of course, fluent in the Gallic tongue, or rather the local Jerriais dialect, because it formed Jersey’s official language and would continue to do so until the 1960s. More unhappily, they were also becoming rather conversant in German because of the school lessons enforced by the Teutonic occupiers of their small island.

“Do you think it’ll make any difference?” asked Moneypenny, referring to the U.S.A.’s sudden and unexpected entrance into the war. “Bound to,” James replied confidently, “as I think that Japan and Germany will soon find that they’ve awoken a sleeping dragon, harmless when left alone but fire-breathing and all-powerful when upset!” “Let’s hope so,” David declared, before referring to one of the sad effects of the severe rationing of foodstuffs and other goods imposed on Jersey’s population, “as I’m really beginning to miss chocolate!”

David was hit on the head with a pillow for his innocently rather selfish remark before being attacked by the four hands of his two best friends, an assault that eventually led to the usual, mutually very satisfying sexual denouement. “Oops,” the happy and satiated, and now naked, host then remarked, as he noticed that he had not yet returned his radio set to its hiding secret place.

As many islanders had already discovered to their cost, discovery by the Germans of a radio receiver in their possession would now invariably lead to very harsh punishment, probably involving banishment to a concentration camp on the European mainland. For example, Canon Cohu, Rector of St. Saviour, Jersey, had been indiscreet about the set that he kept in his church’s organ-loft. He was sentenced to four years in Spergau, where, after brutal treatment, he died. However, most of the populace disregarded the danger and still listened to the nightly BBC broadcasts from London, despite the unfortunate development of an increasing number of secret informers and collaborators. The latter tended to be people who were right-wingers and therefore politically sympathetic to the Nazi cause, or had obsequiously decided to ally with the apparent victors of the war or were simply selfishly looking after themselves, regardless of the cost to their compatriots.

Such people were to remain few in number but they nevertheless their infamies were to be responsible for a lot of harm. Many were also to escape post-war justice, as most of their deeds were covered up.

In the cause of post-war harmony, no one seemed to want to admit to the shame of treachery on the part of a number of Channel Island Britons, one of whom shared the same class in Jersey’s High School for Boys as James, David and Moneypenny.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, 1 week later, Friday 19th December 1941)

“Well, boy,” asked Stromberg in his excellent English, “what information do you have for me?”

Trevelyn then appraised the Schutzstaffel Obersturmbannfuehrer of his suspicions. The schoolboy later left the requisitioned palatial mansion, which comprised the local S.S. headquarters, via the back door in the evening darkness so as to avoid being spotted by any of his fellow Islanders.

As Trevelyn did so, he sported a broad grin on his face, hoping that he was bringing serious trouble to the boy whom he despised intensely, along with his hateful friends, because he had been thwarted in his desire to bully him and them. The 14 years old traitor also departed the scene of his betrayal with a precious bar of chocolate in his pocket.

Such a prize was currently lusted after by many on Jersey, such as David. However, only an evil viper like Trevelyn would stoop so low to acquire such a treat in the way he had, and it would take years for the traitor to garner a more appropriate reward for his treachery, which was to become a lifelong habit.

Meanwhile, Stromberg’s supposed juvenile slave lackey, but actual bumboy, the blonde blue-eyed Russian, Yuri, secretly observed the 14 years old depart. The lovely 12 years old had secretly overheard the conversation between the S.S. officer and Trevelyn but, as he could not yet speak much English, he had not been able to translate all of the discourse. Nevertheless, he gained the gist of what was being said and the infamy being perpetrated.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, next night)

“How do I look?” asked Moneypenny, now again wearing the spare school uniform of David’s female cousin and a wig secretly borrowed from amongst the props and costumes belonging to his own college’s drama teacher.

Neither James nor David, attired in pyjamas, blinked when they answered, now with apparent lust rather than the amusement displayed on the earliest occasions when they had been requested to provide similar judgement, “Ravishing!”

“Then,” announced Moneypenny, with clear pride and mounting excitement, and whilst performing one final adjustment to the skimpy navy blue knickers, which was bulging at the front and was located under his short grey pleated skirt, “I’m off for my weekly liaison with Helmut.” “Don’t enjoy yourself so much that you forget your mission,” James mischievously responded, fully appreciating that his friend, currently indistinguishable from a schoolgirl of the same age, had never yet failed to acquire the desired information from the Wehrmacht guard, whilst at the same time enjoying himself enormously.

Moneypenny clearly took great pleasure in servicing a large German cock in return for data that might be of importance to his own King and country. After all, the boy had happily been meeting Helmut, who had not so far tired of the attractions of the young transvestite, for over a year.

On his part, Helmut had not been concerned about answering Moneypenny’s many questions when they met, putting such interest down to natural boyish curiosity. The Wehrmacht guard had similarly put the 14 years old’s earlier participation in sabotage, through which he had blackmailed him into sexual service, down to unwise youthful high spirits. He never guessed that much of what he revealed was being fed back to Britain.

The information provided by Helmut, as to German plans and activities, had in fact so far proved very useful to the young members of ‘Jerm’, or the ‘Jersey Resistance Movement’, and ultimately to their science teacher, Boothroyd, who was actually an SOE Lieutenant. The secret agent, otherwise known as ‘Q’, regularly transmitted on his radio back to the British mainland the results of Moneypenny’s meetings with the Wehrmacht guard.

The latest startling news was that the German occupiers proposed to start building Jersey’s first railway. However, the new transport facility was not to be for the benefit of the local population but was to aid the conversion of the island into an impregnable fortress.

The data secured from Helmut was particularly prized at present because school attendance, homework, domestic chores, the darkness of winter nights and the curfew and other restrictions insisted on by the Germans had curtailed much of Jerm’s other information-gathering activities. These now had to be concentrated at weekends and holidays, such as the forthcoming Christmas vacation, and areas where the occupiers still allowed access.

Moneypenny reappeared at his bedroom window at about midnight, having again successfully avoided detection during the nightly curfew to meet Helmut. The boy clambered from the wintry cold of the external drainpipe into the warmth of his room, where James and David, enjoying another overnight stay at their friend’s house, as well as each other’s sublime bodies, were holding each other under copious bedclothes.

“How did it go?” enquired James, as his lovely head popped into view from under the bedclothes, his rosy lips having temporarily been withdrawn from those of David in order to do so. Nevertheless, the boy still maintained his hidden teasing fondling of his bedmate’s smooth genitalia, reinvigorated and restored to full throbbing erection after earlier fellatio.

James’ enquiry was probably superfluous, as he should have been able to guess the answer to his question from the look of immense happiness on Moneypenny’s flushed face. Nevertheless, his friend rewarded the query with a “Fine” before lifting his skirt to reveal nothing underneath and explaining “But somehow Helmut lost my knickers in the bushes in the park. I suppose I’ll have to go back in daylight to retrieve them!”

The delightful visual revelation provided by the uplifted skirt also exhibited to James and the now visible David that Helmut must have enjoyed himself as much as Moneypenny appeared, judging by the boy’s maintained expression of happy contentment, to have done. Clearly noticeable on the upper insides of the 14 years old’s legs was dried cum, presumably spilt from his rear, where the evidence of satisfied Wehrmacht passion was probably even more obvious.

David then began to climb out of bed, cheerily claiming, whilst referring to Helmut’s nickname for Moneypenny, “It’s my turn to clean Marlene!” However, the boy, in his eagerness to lead his arriving friend to the nearby sink to remove all traces of his recent sexual escapade from his delectable loins, had forgotten that he had shed his pyjamas in order to play with James. He therefore emerged into the candlelight not only nude but also sporting his erection. His two best friends immediately burst into raucous giggling but this was short-lived when a knock was heard on the bedroom door.

At the same time, in another house not far away, Boothroyd was deciphering the latest instructions received from SOE. He then checked the message several times until he finally reluctantly accepted what it conveyed. He was being recalled to Britain, his talents now being considered to be wasted on Jersey because of the island’s lack of importance in the greater scope of wartime events.

Meanwhile, Moneypenny’s normally pleasant mother sternly ordered, from the other side of the bedroom door, which thankfully remained closed, the three boys within to stop making so much noise and go to sleep instead. Her son, along with James and David, complied, thankful that they did not have to explain, if the door had been opened, why the woman’s offspring was dressed like a girl whilst one of his friends was both naked and sexually rampant.

Nevertheless, three 14 years old cocks were to gain further satisfaction from friendly hands before slumber eventually overcame their universally gorgeous eyelids.

(U.S. Congress, Washington D.C., U.S.A., 4 days later, Wednesday 24th December 1941)

In his speech to the U.S. Congress, Winston Churchill commented “It becomes still more difficult to reconcile Japanese action with prudence or even with sanity. What kind of a people do they think we are?”

(Jersey, Channel Islands, same time)

“Are you sure that you’ll be able to cope?” asked Boothroyd of James, who, despite the darkness and curfew, had accompanied Q to the lonely beach from where the SOE Lieutenant was to be picked up by British submarine. “Yes, Sir,” JJ1 answered, “as you’ve trained me well. I’m sure that I’ll be able to maintain the intelligence gathering, using your equipment and sources such as Helmut, and associated radio transmissions without being caught!”

“God bless you then, boy,” Boothroyd replied before giving James a platonic hug and clambering into the inflatable dinghy, manned by British submariners, which would convey him to the offshore vessel that would in turn return him to England.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, 2 days later, Friday, 26th December 1941)

Christmas 1941 in the occupied Channel Islands was not to be renowned for the associated festivities. Although the local population tried to celebrate the occasion appropriately, seasonal decorations, fare and presents were, of course, not up to normal standards.

Natural Christmas trees were unobtainable. The fact that the Germans requisitioned the best poultry and other farm produce for themselves did not help the content of the seasonal dinners and never had it been more truthfully suggested that it was the thought behind gifts rather than the actuality that counted.

Nevertheless, having spent Christmas Day with their families, for James, David and Moneypenny, the company of their best friends on Boxing Day readily compensated for other disappointments. They were currently on St. Helier harbour front, furtively watching the comings and goings of the shipping, having relieved John and Maureen, who had performed the morning espionage shift.

John and Maureen had returned to the latter’s cottage, currently devoid of other family members, where the 12 years old female host offered her similarly aged boyfriend a drink. She opened the dining room cocktail cabinet as she did so.

John, amazed at the comprehensive array of bottles now revealed, sheepishly advised Maureen “I don’t drink alcohol.” “Neither do I,” the girl replied mischievously, “but, as it’s Christmas, I thought that we could start!” It was clearly evident to her young guest, from the tone in her voice, that she was not going to accept ‘No’ for an answer.

“What are you going to drink then?” John enquired. “Mum and dad like vodka martinis,” the girl responded, “so I think that I’ll taste one.” “I’ll have the same,” her apprehensive boyfriend advised for simplicity, but also rather fatefully.

Shortly afterwards, John asked Maureen “What on earth are you doing?” The girl was currently engaged on vigorously shaking the mixture that she had just created.

“Mum and dad say that a vodka martini should always be shaken not stirred,” Maureen informed JJ2. John then remembered little of what subsequently happened until he woke up, suffering from his first hangover.

John’s mind, which felt as if the loudest and most painful battles of World War 2 were being fought inside, was then surprised to discover that he was in Maureen’s bed. The 12 years old was subsequently even more shocked to find that he was unclothed and that a similarly disrobed but still somnolent girlfriend was lying next to him.

‘Oh, my God,’ the previously virginal John thought, ‘what have I done? That vodka martini, shaken not stirred, seems to have a lot to answer for!’

(Jersey, Channel Islands, next day)

James and John Bond, like their friends, were very proud of their Jersey heritage, with its strong British connections, despite the facts that the Channel Islands were not part of France only by virtue of an historical quirk and life for the local population had not always been easy. After all, the local people’s principal natural resource was their own talents, particularly their ability to adapt to changing circumstances. When one source of livelihood ceased, another would quickly be found, with those unable to find a living at home emigrating to the English mainland or even further afield, often with great success, as the distant U.S.A. had discovered.

The history of the Channel Islands is not one of a great nation, of mighty battles or other outstanding events. Rather, it is the tale of a people, small in number but not in stature, a few of whom were to gain great distinction, battling quietly for survival against foreign attack, religious strife, occasional injustice and nepotism, commercial disaster, disease, hunger and want, and other troubles that beset mankind.

There were times of peace, prosperity and rejoicing but the early 1940s were not one of them. Instead, the Islands and their inhabitants were forced to face up to the worst era they had yet experienced.

The legislatures and courts of the Islands had been allowed to continue their work, although all their rulings had to be submitted to the German authorities for approval. Freemasons and the Salvation Army were banned and their property confiscated. Motion pictures, plays and other similar entertainment were subject to censorship, as were the local newspapers. Many hotels and private residences were taken over to house the occupiers, who were also billeted on the civilian population.

The Germans commandeered many cars and other vehicles, and only allowed petrol to be issued for essential services. Horses therefore again took over from the internal combustion engine as the main form of civilian land propulsion, whilst bicycles became much sought after.

After an initial run on the well-stocked shops, goods became much scarcer and inevitably a black market developed. Bartering also became commonplace, as did ingenious substitutes for the likes of tea and tobacco. Salt was obtained by evaporating seawater.

The Germans started publishing local newspapers, called ‘Deutsche Inzelzeitung’ in Jersey. However, the most interesting developments for Boothroyd and the juvenile members of Jerm to report back to England had been the start of the constructions ordered by Hitler himself. The Fuhrer was very keen to retain his sole grip on a bit of Britain and the building works were therefore designed to turn the Channel Islands into impregnable fortresses.

Bunkers, fire control towers and gun emplacements appeared everywhere. Underground military hospitals were created, sea slipways were blocked, anti-tank walls erected and thousands of mines planted. Railways were created to facilitate these projects.

The Island governments, eager to avoid the conscription of members of the local population for the works, launched their own programmes to ensure that everyone was productively employed. Amongst the schemes initiated on Jersey was a new road, ‘La Route du Nord’.

Meanwhile, the Germans imported, through the Todt Organisation, foreign prisoners to build their fortifications. These unfortunates were often half starved and otherwise brutally treated, as were any of the Islanders who tried to help them. For example, a Mrs. Gould, helped by her brother, Harold Osmond Le Druillenec, hid a young Russian escapee who had knocked on the door of the former’s dwelling seeking help. However, they were later all betrayed.

Mrs. Gould subsequently died in the hell that was Ravensbruck concentration camp, whilst Le Druillenec somehow survived Belsen. James, John, David, Moneypenny and Maureen were also now about to encounter for the first time the consequences of the infamy of heinous treachery.

“Hello, Rottenfuehrer,” Stromberg said as he spoke into his telephone handset in Jersey’s S.S. headquarters, “I hope that you enjoyed Christmas. I also again wish to express my sorrow for not being able to attend your father’s funeral but, as you know, my duties here meant that I could not leave the island.” “Your absence was regretted but perfectly understood, Obersturmbannfuehrer,” Blofeld Junior replied from Dinard respectfully and without reproach.

“I thought that I might be able to help you to recover from the shock of your father’s death,” Stromberg then sympathetically announced, “by visiting me on Jersey to see in the New Year.” “What precisely do you have in mind to occupy me there?” Blofeld perceptively responded with mounting excitement, knowing that the S.S. Obersturmbannfuehrer would not just be inviting him for a short holiday and whilst remembering the four empty jars on his mantelpiece, currently unhappily devoid of the desired testicular contents.

“As a result of information obtained from an informant, which I’ve now double-checked, I intend to arrest a certain boy,” Stromberg advised,” and I thought that you might like to help me question him!”

On learning of the boy’s name, Blofeld’s ugly 16 years old face immediately blushed with an intense dark red hue, as his cock erupted copious Teutonic sperm into his underpants.

(Canadian Senate, Ottowa, Canada, 3 days later, Tuesday, 30th December 1941)

“When I warned them,” Winston Churchill advised the Canadian Senate, whilst referring to the French political leaders who were, at an earlier time, contemplating capitulating to the Germans, “that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their prime minister and his divided cabinet: ‘In three weeks, England will have her neck wrung like a chicken!’”

“Some chicken. Some neck!” the British Prime Minister then suggested to resounding laughter.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, next day)

A particularly delectable young British neck, as well as other parts of the unsuspecting boy’s gorgeous anatomy, was seriously endangered. A contingent of S.S., led by Stromberg and accompanied by Blofeld, was, as a result of infamous betrayal, poised to arrest the youngster.

(To be continued in chapter 16 – ‘Hogmanay’)