James Bond's Boyhood Adventures 5

By Pueros

(With thanks again to Erik, whose imaginative mind is behind some of the descriptions in this saga.)

Chapter 5 – Saboteurs

(Jersey, Channel Islands, August 1940)

If this had been any other territory occupied by the Germans, Sturmbannfuhrer Stromberg of the Waffen S.S., having glanced the incriminating sugar bag poking out of the 13 years old’s pocket, would have had no hesitation in immediately arresting the beautiful boy and his equally pretty companions. He would then have thoroughly enjoyed the subsequent interrogation sessions, as they would have included many long bouts of sodomy as well as torture. They were pleasures that he had experienced many times before and which would undoubtedly have been shared with his imminent guest, young Oberjunker Ernst Stavro Blofeld of the Hitler Youth. However, fortunately for the young saboteurs, the Nazi was currently under strict orders to fraternise rather than terrorise the people of Jersey.

The instruction to treat the local population with friendliness and restraint, regardless of any minor provocation that might arise, had come from literally the highest level, Adolf Hitler himself. Despite the fact that the Battle of Britain was currently raging and that Churchill had promised never to surrender to tyranny, the Fuhrer was convinced that a peaceful accommodation could eventually be arrived at with the island nation, which would allow him to concentrate all his resources on the planned attack on the U.S.S.R..

Adolf Hitler had therefore issued a directive instructing German forces occupying the Channel Islands to be diplomatic and gentle with the islanders, hoping that, by displaying such kind consideration, the British would look more favourably on the option of making peace. The only exceptions were to be towards those who perpetrated major acts of defiance and sabotage. It was an attitude that was short-lived, as it soon became clear that Churchill’s inflexible resolve was shared by most of his people. However, the policy was enough to save James, John and David from the gruesome attentions of Stromberg and Blofeld for now, as the Sturmbannfuhrer appreciated that their misdemeanour could not be classified as serious, although a repeat offence could be so interpreted.

Stromberg had at first said nothing about noticing the sugar bag and instead continued his stroll along the quayside in St. Helier with the three young islanders, ostensibly to continue his sightseeing with the help of the still petrified and appalled boys. The latter were deeply concerned that the S.S. officer still suspected them of sabotaging the Wehrmacht lorry, especially as all thought that the young man had spotted the carelessly displayed package poking out from James’ pocket. The trio was also acutely embarrassed at being seen in the company of a German.

Stromberg had left the four Wehrmacht soldiers behind at the wagon, purportedly to help the admonished driver to arrange its recovery. However, the real reason for the Sturmbannfuhrer’s continuance with the three boys alone, apart from a liking for being in such delectable company whilst he became acquainted with St. Helier, was to confront them privately about their criminal act. He therefore invited the boys to sit with him for a while on a quayside bench overlooking the scenic harbour.

James, speaking for all three boys, as his companions were still too traumatised by fear to talk, tried to make excuses as to why they had to go home. However, Stromberg was not going to let the young trio go before they received their verbal chastisement and fulfilled their chore by showing him the local sights. The Sturmbannfuhrer politely but firmly insisted that the lads stayed with him and the cowed youngsters felt obliged to comply.

“I’ve given you my name,” Stromberg said in his accented English, as he removed a notebook and pencil from the inside pocket of his smart but sinister uniform, “and I therefore think that it’s only polite if you give me yours.” James responded truthfully, on behalf of himself, his brother and his friend, but he became even more apprehensive when he observed the S.S. officer making a note of his answer in the pad. The worry all three boys were experiencing now intensified even more when the Sturmbannfuhrer then asked for their addresses.

“Why do you need to know that?” James enquired with boldness. In any other occupied territory, Stromberg would have replied to such effrontery by at least smacking the miscreant for his cheek. However, remembering his Fuhrer’s directive, he restrained his natural tendencies and simply retorted “Because I’ve seen the sugar packet in your pocket!”

The gorgeous faces of all three boys turned bright red, a development noticed by Stromberg, who then let their clear acute anxiety, which had reduced them to terrified speechlessness, stew for a while before finally putting them out of their misery by saying “Don’t worry. I’m not going to arrest or harm you. However, I want your addresses so that, if any other act of sabotage like this happens again, I’ll know where to look first for the criminals!” James, relief obvious, somehow now managed to give, with reluctance, the information the S.S. officer required.

James had briefly considered providing false addresses but quickly came to the conclusion that it would be too dangerous. In such a small community as Jersey, the boys would be easily traceable, if only through their school.

“Thank you,” Stromberg said, as he wrote the information down in his notebook, before returning the pad to his inside pocket. “I think that, for now,” the Sturmbannfuhrer then advised menacingly, “I’ll consider the matter closed, at least until such an occurrence happens again. Now, let us continue my sightseeing!”

Stromberg stood up and commanded “Come!” His young companions reluctantly felt compelled to obey.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully as James, John and David fulfilled their undesired and embarrassing task for the S.S. officer, receiving many disgusted stares from compatriots as they did so. The boys were therefore deeply relieved to be finally allowed to go home after the Sturmbannfuhrer had been shown the rudimentary layout and main highlights of St. Helier. However, their relief was tempered by Stromberg’s final words to them. “Thanks for the tour,” the young man had declared ominously, “but it’s perhaps something that we could repeat in greater depth in future. I might look you all up again but I hope that next time we meet it will still be for the right reasons!”

The war council of ‘Jerm’, the ‘Jersey Resistance Movement’, comprising two 13 years olds and one 11 years old, convened again that night in the Bonds’ cottage. David had tabled a motion to disband the organisation, believing that it was too scary and dangerous to continue, after the fright the boys had just experienced and the warning they had received from an officer of the dreaded S.S.. However, the subsequent debate was adjourned when it was time to listen to Winston Churchill, broadcasting from London on the radio.

It was another famous speech by the British Prime Minister. James, John and David were particularly stirred when Churchill suggested “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few!” He was of course referring to the Spitfire and Hurricane pilots who were currently fighting the much more numerous Luftwaffe in the Battle of Britain. However, the boys somehow also felt that he could just as easily also be referring to them, after their courageous act of defiant sabotage. When the young war council of ‘Jerm’ subsequently reconvened, the resolution to disband was now defeated, with even the 13 years old proposer voting against the idea. Plans were therefore formulated to harry the enemy occupiers of their island further.

Meanwhile, young Oberjunker Ernst Stavro Blofeld of the Hitler Youth was arriving on Jersey, conveyed to the island from Dinard in a fast German e-boat.

It was the next day that the war council of ‘Jerm’ went to see Moneypenny, who did not have many friends because of his rather effeminate nature. Schoolboys, particularly in the 1940s, liked to be considered fully masculine and so most potential chums were scared off, not wanting to be seen associating with someone who seemed so strange. However, James had always maintained an amiable, even affectionate, attitude to his fellow 13 years old, often seeking him out in the school playground, where the red-haired lad would often be standing on his own.

Moneypenny appreciated James’ friendship, which had ensured that he was not lonely in school by encouraging him to become involved in chat and playground games. During the present long summer holidays, he had been particularly grateful to receive visits from his chum, invariably accompanied by John and David. However, the young trio had not informed him about ‘Jerm’, thinking that the boy’s nature might make him unsuitable to be of help in their sabotage activities.

James, John and David were soon to find that their presumption was wrong, as it had been based on the subconscious mistake of equating effeminacy with weakness. However, they now needed Moneypenny’s assistance to carry out a particularly daring and dangerous sabotage mission and the boy was not only delighted to hear about ‘Jerm’ but also very pleased to be asked to help, especially as it involved wearing girls’ clothing.

The annual play that the boys’ school had put on at the end of the last term in July had been Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’. However, there was only one volunteer to play Juliet, all the other pupils preferring to be dead than to have to dress up as the girl from Verona. The drama master preferred a voluntary actor to a coerced one and so agreed to Moneypenny portraying the young female Capulet, although the teacher really wanted someone a little older.

In the event, Moneypenny proved a great success in the part. The 13 years old learnt his lines perfectly and showed no nervousness in front of the large audiences. Many people also commented that the boy truly resembled a girl when in his costume and with makeup on his pretty face.

Moneypenny relished the role, especially as Romeo was played by a rather attractive 16 years old and the pair of lead actors were expected to embrace and kiss. The 13 years old’s hidden cock always hardened under his dress whenever the love scenes were enacted. The boy also thrilled at the long ovation the audiences gave the cast at the end of their five evening performances of the Shakespearean tragedy, although this was once lessened when he noticed that the headmaster had been forced to invite a number of senior German officers to one particular show.

Moneypenny had gained much secret pleasure from wearing girls’ attire for the first time, a factor that had helped him later to endure a few insulting comments from some other pupils, although these were never made when he was in James’ company. ‘JJ1’, as the older Bond was known to the other schoolboys, was too well liked and respected for anyone to slur his friend in his presence.

The delighted Moneypenny, at the request of James, John and David, was to reprise his role as a female, although he would not now be portraying someone from 16th century Italy but instead a 1940s pupil from the St. Helier High School for Girls.

(Jersey, Channel Islands, September 1940)

Despite the German occupation, the Channel Islanders were trying to go about their usual business as normally as possible. Accordingly, the new school term started on schedule, although, on the third day back, a certain four boys played truant.

The usual Wehrmacht guard was on the gate of the otherwise unsupervised compound where a number of German vehicles were parked. During the summer holidays, David had discovered from a cousin, a pupil at St. Helier High School for Girls, which was nearby the military transport facility, that the man had a disturbing penchant for wolf whistling at the female pupils as they passed. It was worrying because his unwanted attentions seemed to concentrate on the younger rather than the older scholars. However, this revelation had provided the solution to a problem the young war council of ‘Jerm’ had been trying to resolve, namely how to keep the soldier distracted as many tyres were slashed.

The Wehrmacht guard’s ribald actions had always been spurned with clear disdain by the young female pupils targeted. He was therefore very surprised when, during school lunchtime, a very pretty 13 years old specimen of girlhood approached him and began to attempt a conversation in faltering but understandable German.

Moneypenny had spent the weeks since being appraised of the daring plan productively by utilising his actor’s memory to learn some German, from one of the phrasebooks kindly offered to the Channel Islanders by the enemy occupiers. The boy, now wearing the spare school uniform of David’s cousin and a wig secretly borrowed from amongst the props and costumes belonging to his own college’s drama teacher, was now utilising his new knowledge to flirt with the soldier. He had suggested that he wanted to practice his new language with the man, whilst giving the deliberate impression that he might also want something else.

The Wehrmacht guard could not believe his luck. He had a taste for young girls and had raped many in France. However, he had so far been unable to enjoy his passion on Jersey.

The soldier thought that the young girl was definitely displaying eagerness to acquire something more substantial than his native tongue, judging from the seductive glances she frequently gave him as they conversed. He also believed that the regular sexual innuendo that spiced their chat was not accidental. The man’s cock hardened as he looked into Moneypenny’s sensuous feminine eyes, wondering precisely when he should make his move to invite her to continue their liaison after he had gone off duty.

Meanwhile, the guard’s infatuation with the well-disguised Moneypenny had enabled James, John and David to slip quietly through the open gate behind him, penknives in their hands. The brave trio was now engaged on disrupting German transportation capabilities.

At that same moment, young Oberjunker Ernst Stavro Blofeld of the Hitler Youth was being taken to the quayside of St. Helier by Sturmbannfuhrer Stromberg’s driver in the S.S. officer’s impressively large limousine, although his host was not with him as he had important duties elsewhere. The 15 years old had been disappointed with his long holiday. He cared nothing for the beauty of Jersey and had only waited on the island for so long in the hope that his skills as an interrogator might be brought into use on a young male Briton. However, the Fuhrer’s directive and the good behaviour of the population had thwarted his ambition.

Blofeld was now consoling himself with the thought of returning across the Gulf of St. Malo to Dinard, where there were no restraints on Gestapo practices. The 15 years old was therefore looking forward to taking out his disappointment soon on some poor unfortunate French lad. However, his immediate ambitions suddenly changed when his car drove along a quiet road past a certain Wehrmacht compound and he noticed a boy slashing a tyre on a military wagon.

“Stop!” Blofeld ordered the driver, whilst a broad smile developed on his face. ‘Perhaps,’ he now thought, as the car came to an abrupt halt, ‘I could delay my return to France for a while, as Hitler’s unfortunate edict would not protect such a callous saboteur.’ The smirking 15 years old then climbed out of his vehicle with the armed military chauffeur. The young Oberjunker wondered whether his deep desire to sodomise, torture and castrate a young Briton might now, after all, at last be realised.

(To be continued in chapter 6 –‘Questions’)