Nazi Camp

It was a cold morning when the train arrived at the station by the camp. The cattle cars disgorged their contents – several hundred young men and teenagers – under the watchful eyes of the armed camp guards. After checking that the cars were empty, they closed them up and signaled to the train’s engineer to leave.

“All of you, march,” shouted the head guard, pointing to the camp entrance about two hundred meters up the road.

The guards herded the men and boys into the camp’s assembly square. They stood in silence as the commandant walked from his headquarters and climbed a platform in front of them. He began speaking immediately.

“All of you have been brought here under the Führer’s executive order number 5572. This order requires resettlement, processing, training and work assignments for all Aryan German citizens who are known homosexuals or who have willingly participated in homosexual acts. During your time at this camp, you will be processed and trained before being sent to your place of work. Your time here will be necessarily short as the Reich’s work requirements are large. As the first part of your processing, you will be required to shower and dress in camp uniforms. The guards will escort you.” That said, he raised his arm in a Nazi salute and shouted “Heil Hitler.”

Looking out of the assembly of men and boys, the commandant noticed two young men in Hitler Youth uniforms. He became immediately enraged that such filth should be defiling those uniforms. He ordered the guards to bring them forward.

“You are scum, unfit to wear those uniforms. Guards, strip them off now!”

With that the guards tore the shirts off the young men. Then they removed their pants, underwear and shoes.

“Burn those uniforms. They have been touched by degenerates,” ordered the commandant.

The young men stood there naked. There were some whistles of appreciation from the group. Both were tall, slender, blond and blue eyed. They were classic Aryan.

“I’ll show you what we do to those who betray the Führer. You should be making Aryan children for the Reich. Instead, you engage in illegal perversion,” screamed the commandant.

His face red with rage, he jumped off the speaking platform.

“Seize those two,” he ordered.

The guards, two to a man, held both immobile as the commandant walked over to them, drawing a short curved knife from its holster on his side. He put on his gloves and approached the first man. Without a word, he grasped the young man’s genitals with one hand, pulling them away from his body. He placed the knife under them, just touching the skin. The young man’s eyes bulged with fear.

“No, no, no,” he started to say, but suddenly screamed aloud as the commandant severed his genitals. Seeing the fate of his companion, the second young man struggled against the guards restraining him. They were stronger and held him fast. The commandant held the severed parts up to the second man’s mouth.

“You like to suck this, queer shit? Now eat it or else you die.”

The first young man was bleeding rapidly from his wound and quickly losing strength.

“Well, eat or die?” the commandant shouted.

The second man opened his mouth and the commandant shoved the bloody mess in.

“Chew it up! I bet it tastes familiar, you homo,” the commandant yelled in his face.

While he was chewing, the commandant pulled out a stiletto and plunged it into his heart. The young man jerked with the pain of the thrust, then slumped forward, dead.

“Damned degenerate queer cannibal,” the commandant screamed. With another thrust of his stiletto, he dispatched the man he had just nullified.

“These are good degenerates. They are dead. Take them to the ovens and burn them,” he instructed the guards. As an afterthought he threw his gloves to the ground.

“Burn those, too,” he ordered. “I don’t want to wear them again.”

The remaining men and boys stood silent, terrified by what they had just witnessed.

The guards ordered the assembled men and boys to march to the nearby barracks. There, they were told to strip and hang their clothing on numbered hooks before showering.

“No touching in the showers. Anyone caught touching will be whipped,” a guard announced to the group of naked men and boys, before he opened the door to the showers. The water was hot and the soap was strong. They were ordered to soap all their body parts thoroughly and rinse off completely. When they all were finished, the guard turned off the water. In the next room, under the guards’ watchful eyes, they toweled off and stood naked, carefully just far enough apart so that the guards could see they weren’t touching. Some of the men’s eyes roamed hungrily over the boys’ bodies and a few of the men who knew each other dared a few affectionate glances, but that was all.

“Now to your sleeping quarters. Fetch your clothes and follow me through here. Be quick,” the head guard, a tall Lithuanian, ordered.

After a short time, the prisoners were shown into their quarters, which adjoined the showers. The windows were barred and the heavy doors, when locked, offered no chance of escape. The prisoners each stood naked beside a bed.

“Listen carefully, all of you,” began the tall Lithuanian.

“The bathroom can be visited only by one prisoner at a time to prevent fraternization. All of you are to keep your hands on top of the blanket where we can see them. Anyone caught with his hands under his blanket will be whipped, given a cold shower and placed naked and wet into one of the cages outside to spend the rest of the night. Touching, kissing or any sexual act will be punished by death. I assure you the commandant has used a number of different, very painful ways of putting prisoners to death. You have been warned.” He gave a Nazi salute, with a “Heil Hitler”, and left the barracks. The other guards stayed a short while and then left, locking exit doors.

One of the young men said to the young man in the bed next to him, “Did you see what they did to those two good looking blondes?”

“Yes,” replied the other one, “I wonder what’s in store for us?”

“Who knows? I’m just going to try to get some sleep.”

Later that night, two young men, thinking the guards outside asleep, got up and went into the latrine together. They kissed and began groping each other. Quickly, they were aroused, the ends of their cocks glistening with wetness. The younger man went to his knees and took the other’s penis in his mouth. His curly head moved quickly and quietly to and from the other’s groin. The man standing suddenly groaned aloud.

The door to the barracks slammed open and two guards ran back into the latrine, weapons drawn.

“Well, what have we here?” the taller guard asked.

“Two perverts. One performing illegal, degenerate sex on the other,” replied the shorter guard.

The kneeling young man turned his head to face them, leaving his partner’s erect member pointing past his head at the guards.

“Leave us alone to finish and I’ll do both of you next,” he offered.

“We’re not degenerates,” said the taller guard. With that, they each seized one of the men and handcuffed him.

“Outside to the cages, you perverts,” he ordered.

They pushed the prisoners out the door and made them climb up into the raised cages. The naked men shivered in the cold night. The guards locked each into a separate cage.

“Hot sex needs cooling off,” said the taller guard. With that, he and the shorter guard picked up water hoses and proceeded to soak the two prisoners thoroughly. They began to shiver. The guards shut off the hoses and waited. The men shivered and their teeth chattered. When their bodies began to dry off, the guards hosed them down again. And again. For the next hour and a half. Soon, the men were curled up as tightly as possible on the floors of their cages. Their skin was blue and they were shivering uncontrollably.

The taller guard smiled cruelly. “I bet you two perverts would give just anything to feel my warm piss on you, wouldn’t you?” he asked. With that he took out his prick and began to piss on the ground outside of one of the cages. The piss steamed where it hit the ground.

“OK, piss on me if you want,” the younger prisoner said through his chattering teeth, hoping to get warmed up even a little.

“Freeze, you degenerate pervert. I wouldn’t waste my good Aryan piss on subhuman garbage like you,” the guard replied.

The guards walked away from the cages laughing. “That will give them something to think about.” They roused the other prisoners and took them outside. The prisoners were forced to look into the cages.

“This will be done to any prisoners caught acting out their degenerate thoughts,” said the taller guard. With that, they herded the prisoners back into the barracks.

“Nighty night and sweet dreams,” sneered the shorter guard.

The guards left, slamming the barracks door behind them.

The commandant had just finished a good satisfying session of sex with his current breeder, Liesl. Liesl was the Führer’s dream of the ideal Aryan woman – blonde, blue-eyed, big breasted, wide-hipped and with a very pretty face.

The commandant liked the Führer’s new Aryan breed program. He was sent a woman to impregnate, and as soon as she was carrying a new member of the Aryan race, she was replaced with another. The assignment could be exhausting, depending on the woman’s enthusiasm, but it was always pleasurable. The commandant enjoyed all his assignments: punishing homosexuals, preparing them for work, making babies for the Führer, running his camp.

“No more for now, Liesl,” the commandant said, “I have to inspect the camp. Obersturmbannführer Todt is coming within a week to deliver the Führer’s latest orders and to inspect the condition of the camp. It won’t do for the slightest thing to be out of order.”

“As you wish, Herr Commandant,” Liesl replied, moving to the edge of the bed to get dressed. “How long do you think it will be before I am pregnant?”

“Liesl, the three women before you left here after just over a month. My sperm is plentiful and requires only a few plantings to start growth.” The commandant’s choice of words indicated his upbringing as a peasant farmer in Bavaria. The commandant’s pure Aryan blood and unwavering loyalty to the Führer had brought his rapid advancement in the party. His position as camp commandant gave him many privileges, including a string of fresh girls for him to impregnate with his pure Aryan seed. For the uneducated son of a farmer, he was doing very well indeed.

Liesl smiled at him. “Are we going to make grapes this evening?” she asked.

The commandant thought for a moment. “Probably not tonight, Liesl. Most likely we’ll be doing that tomorrow evening. The prisoners haven’t been examined yet.”

The next morning, the guards hustled the prisoners off to the camp “infirmary” for the camp doctors to examine. Most of the prisoners avoided looking at the frozen bodies of the two young men that had been caged the night before. Some looked with horror.

At the “infirmary” there were three doctors. They examined the prisoners, sending some off through a door on the right and most off through the door on the left. The ones sent through the door on the left would never be seen again.

One prisoner named Max was detained because he had especially large balls. The head doctor, Dr. Schneider, said that they would require special treatment. Four guards seized Max and held him down on a table. Dr. Schneider came in with a large hypodermic filled with yellowish fluid. He grasped Max’s balls and pulled them away from his body so that they were tight in the sac. With a practiced motion, he jabbed the syringe deep into Max’s right testicle. Max flinched, then lay still. Dr. Schneider smiled and pushed the plunger slowly home, injecting the contents into Max’s imprisoned ball.

“Keep him held down,” Dr. Schneider ordered the guards, “I have to fill the syringe again. I’ve never seen such big balls.” The doctor returned shortly with the refilled syringe, which he quickly plunged into Max’s other testicle. Max jerked from the pain and lay still. His right ball had already begun to redden and swell from the injection.

“Take him to the cage in front of the barracks and lock him in,” the doctor ordered. The guards picked Max up and carried him out of the infirmary.

“That should take care of him,” muttered Dr. Schneider.

The guards threw Max into one of the cages in front of the barracks, locked him in and walked away. Max began to groan as his balls turned bright red and swelled nearly to the size of grapefruits. Soon the redness began to spread up his abdomen and down his legs. After a short time, Max was red and swollen all over and having difficulty breathing. For a while, he gasped for air. Finally, he went into convulsions and died.

Several hours later, Dr. Schneider returned and ordered the guards to dispose of Max’s corpse.

“Too large a dose – for the next one I’ll use less,” muttered Dr. Schneider as he walked away shaking his head.

That night, the guards began removing the prisoners from the barracks, two at a time.

They stripped them naked and took them to a fenced-in area on the far side of the camp. Inside the fence were hundreds of poles, each about four inches in diameter and twelve feet high. There were a series of hooks higher up on the pole. The guards tied each prisoner to a pole, hands together over his head, and put the rope binding his hands over a hook. This was done so that each prisoner’s genitals were the same height above the ground. The guards fastened a strap around the prisoner’s waist and tied his ankles together and bound them to the pole, so that the prisoner was immobilized with most of his weight carried by his wrists. The position became extremely painful after a while.

It took ten guards several hours to mount all the prisoners on the poles. The commandant came to inspect the prisoners.

“Well done,” he said to the guards after looking things over. “Now begins your purification into slaves for the Reich,” he announced to the hanging prisoners.

Liesl came into the enclosure, followed by two guards carrying a large box. Liesl was smiling. The guards opened the box. Inside it were a large number of devices that looked like leather straps with some sort of metal fastener. Liesl picked one up and walked over to the prisoner on the left front pole. She pulled his balls away from his body, and, with a practiced motion, wrapped the leather strap around his scrotum between his balls and his body. Next, she pulled the strap through a sort of metal buckle and pulled it tight. The prisoner grunted with pain. She pulled a lever on the buckle and the strap was fastened in place. Quickly, she moved to the next prisoner, banding his balls in turn. Two of the guards picked up a bunch of the devices and went to the prisoners in the rear, where they began tying off their testicles. The work went quickly. Liesl was much faster than the guards and had banded nearly half the prisoners by the time she and the guards met up near the middle row of poles.

The job finished, Liesl and the commandant stood back to see her handiwork. The front row of prisoners’ balls had turned a deep purple from lack of blood supply. They were writhing in pain from both their wrists and their balls.

Liesl was laughing. She looked at the commandant. “See how I made grapes again,” she laughed, pointing at the rows of purple balls hanging there. The commandant smiled. Many of the prisoners were crying and begging to be let down. Liesl, the commandant and the guards left the enclosure and closed the gate.

“Let’s wait a minute,” Liesl said, “I do so love to hear them sing.” They stood outside for a while listening to the chorus of wailing and groans from inside.

The prisoners were left hanging on the poles overnight. By morning, except for a few scattered moans, the fenced-in area was quiet. Liesl, the commandant and four guards came through the gate. Liesl was in a very up mood. She almost danced along the rows of prisoners, examining their dead purple balls. The guards followed her, awakening any sleeping prisoners with a slash of a riding crop.

The commandant addressed the prisoners: “As homosexuals, you have no proper direction for your urge to reproduce. Discharging your sperm into other men’s bodies does not increase the Reich. Therefore, by removal of these unnecessary parts, the Reich has cleansed you of your filthy urges and put you onto the road to proper service to the greater glory of the Reich. Heil Hitler!”

Two more guards came in through the gate, carrying a pot of hot tar and some sticks with cloth-wrapped ends to serve as swabs. The guards dipped the swabs into the pitch and handed them to the two guards accompanying Liesl. Liesl held what looked like a pair of garden shears, with curved blades. Starting with the leftmost prisoner in the first row and working her way right, Liesl used the shears to snip off the prisoners’ dead balls just below the leather band. She placed a basket with a receiving chute under the balls so that they would be collected as she worked. A guard applied hot tar to the wound to stop any bleeding. After the tar had cooled, a second guard removed the leather strap by loosening the cam that held it tightly in place and dropped it into a sack for cleaning and reuse. Liesl was singing “Raise High the Flag” as she harvested the prisoners’ parts. When the basket got too heavy for Liesl, one of the guards emptied it into a large hamper.

Under the watchful eyes of the commandant, the entire harvest and cauterization of over two hundred male homosexuals was completed in less than two hours. Speed was of the essence, because another trainload was reported to be on its way to the camp.

With typical Nazi efficiency, the severed balls were taken to the kitchen, where slaves fed them into a large meat grinder. That evening, the ground meat would be cooked and fed to the eunuch prisoners for their supper.

The eunuch prisoners were next released from the poles and force-marched back to the barracks. There, they were given water and told to rest before supper.

Liesl and the commandant returned to his quarters.

“That was such fun,” said Liesl with a laugh. “I love to hear them cry and moan after their balls start to hurt. What’s even better is the look on their faces when their balls drop into the basket. Sometimes they spurt when their balls come off, too.”

“All in the service of the Reich, my darling,” the commandant said with a smile. “And speaking of serving the Reich, I’m feeling in the mood to have another go at making a pure Aryan baby with you,” he continued with a grin.

Liesl was already so excited by the castrations that she needed no encouragement. Her clothes came off quickly. For his part, the commandant was dripping precum as he took out his erect tool. Liesl spread her legs and the commandant slid his prick up to the hilt into her wet pussy. She came once when he entered her, again after a few minutes of fucking and a final time when the commandant shot his semen into her. Afterwards they lay back on the bed, fully satisfied. Soon they slept.

The commandant was up and about early the next morning. Obersturmbannführer Todt was due to arrive before noon. He sent Liesl off to oversee the kitchen.

At around ten thirty, a German command car pulled up at the camp gate. The Obersturmbannführer got out without waiting for his chauffer to open the door for him and impatiently walked past the guards at the gate to the commandant’s residence. He knocked loudly and impatiently while tapping his riding crop against his boots. The commandant opened the door and invited him in.

“There is little time, commandant Blatt,” he began. “Are we alone?” he asked, looking around.

“No one is here but me, Herr Obersturmbannführer. What is it you wish to tell me?” asked the commandant.

“Commandant Blatt, our enemies have crossed the Rhein. The Führer has retreated to his bunker in Berlin. The Reich lies prostrate at the boots of our enemies and the war is nearly over. By direct orders of the SS high command, this camp is to be emptied and destroyed so that no trace of it remains. Do you understand this?”

“Of course. And after I’m finished?” Blatt questioned.

Todt smiled. “I hope you have an escape plan, because after that, you’ll be on your own.”

Blatt thought of the cache of gold and diamonds he had accumulated from the “guests” at his camp. Some of them had been from wealthy families and had paid him well to go easy on them. His strongbox contained enough wealth to see him comfortably well off in Argentina for the rest of his life.

Blatt was a cruel, ignorant peasant but he was not a stupid one. He had prepared for this possibility, the loss of the war, and was ready to leave as soon as the evidence was destroyed.

Todt stood up, preparing to leave. He said “Good luck, commandant Blatt,” while thinking, “You are going to need it.” He turned to Blatt and gave the Nazi salute. “Heil Hitler” he said, tiredly, and turned and left. In a few minutes only the rapidly settling dust left by his staff car remained.

Blatt settled back, reviewing the report he had gotten from his head guard. The current shipment had numbered 246 prisoners on arrival. Four had been terminated. Thirty one had been eliminated for health reasons. Seventeen had died during processing. Eleven more had been terminated after harvesting as they showed little chance of recovery. That left 183 healthy eunuchs for slave labor. Not bad – nearly seventy-five percent survival. The first few batches had survival rates of under fifty percent. “Practice makes perfect,” Blatt muttered. “Too bad none of this lot will live to see their jobs in the factories,” he thought. Blatt stood up and walked outside. Where was his head guard? In fact, where were the rest of the guards?

“Looking for someone?”

He turned and faced the questioner, a prisoner. “What are you doing here, scum?” he asked. He heard a noise behind him and started to turn. Too late. Two prisoners seized him and held his arms pinned behind his back. The third prisoner, the questioner, relieved him of his Luger, its ammunition, and his knife.

“Well, commandant Blatt, today may be a bad day for the Reich, but it’s an especially bad day for you, my Aryan wonder,” the prisoner said.

More prisoners surrounded him. He shouted for the guards. None answered. None came. His questioner proceeded to use the knife he had taken from Blatt to cut off his clothes. Within minutes Blatt, held fast, had nothing on but his boots. Struggling was useless. The prisoners held him tightly and allowed him no movement at all. They pulled off his boots, leaving him completely naked. Silently, the prisoners lifted him up and carried him over to the fenced in area with the poles. They bound his hands and hung them over the hook on the first pole in the first row. They strapped his waist to the pole, and tied his feet so that he was hanging just like the hundreds of prisoners he had processed.

“You will pay for this with your lives, scum,” he screamed. “Guards! Release me!”

The questioner was looking up at him with a smile. “Bring her in,” he said.

The other prisoners dragged Liesl in. She was bruised and looked terrified.

With a laugh, the questioner said, “Time to make more grapes, Liesl.”

Liesl screamed, “No. He’s the commandant. I won’t do it, you perverted scum.”

Two prisoners carried up the pot of hot pitch.

“Immerse her breasts in the boiling pitch,” the questioner instructed.

Four prisoners grabbed Liesl, lifted her up and dangled her breasts over the hot pitch.

“Last chance to save your pretty titties, Liesl”

Liesl’s eyes were tearing from the pitch smoke. She was screaming and crying. The prisoners lowered her breasts until they were nearly touching the pitch. Her nipples hardened. Liesl struggled uselessly against the prisoners.

“Just dip her nipples in to give her a taste.”

“No, no, for God’s sake no,” Liesl screamed. “I’ll do it. Just let me up. I’ll do whatever you want!”

“That’s better Liesl.”

“Now, let her up and give her her tools so she can do our distinguished Aryan commandant.”

To Liesl he said, “Do it right, otherwise your face goes into the pitch.”

Slowly, Liesl fastened the strap around the commandant’s ball sack. She pulled it as tight as she could, making Blatt groan with pain.

“That’s a good girl, Liesl. Now, I know how you left me and the others hanging from the poles all night before you cut us. The commandant will get different treatment, however.”

He stepped over to the commandant and sliced his ball sack down the middle. The cut bled some, but the strap acted as a tourniquet.

“Now, Liesl, pull the commandant’s balls out of their sack as far as they’ll go.”

Liesl stepped back, shaking her head no.

“No? Put her face in the pitch and hold it there.”

She tried to run, but the other prisoners were ready for her and grabbed her. Liesl begged and cried when her face was within an inch or so of the bubbling pitch. The prisoners looked at their leader. He held up his hand to stop them.

“Now, Liesl, are you going to do as I ask?”

Liesl’s eyes were burning from the smoke, and her face was turning red from the heat.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

“Your attitude is improving. This time, however, you’ll cooperate fully.”

He picked up one of the swabs, dipped it into the pitch and held it, dripping, over Liesl’s back. The first few drops sizzled as they hit her skin. She screamed and struggled. He put the swab back down.

“That’s so you know what it feels like, you little whore,” the questioner told her.

They put her back on her feet and she dutifully tugged the commandant’s balls out of his sack so that they were hanging free on their cords.

“Now, it’s time to purify our esteemed commandant, Liesl.”

“Raise the pitch pot so that Liesl can put the commandant’s balls into it. Oh, and Liesl, hold the cords so that his balls stay in the pitch and don’t draw up.”

Liesl did as she was told.

The commandant screamed his throat raw from the agony of his cooking balls. Yet, as they cooked, his prick came erect and shot a jet of white gizem. After a few minutes, the commandant passed out.

“Cut off his balls now, Liesl.”

Liesl severed the cords with her shears. Cooked, they were smaller and coated with pitch. They hit the ground without making much noise.

“Now, Liesl, take the commandant’s prick in your mouth and bite it off. Don’t you dare spit it out. Chew it and swallow it. We’re going to check to make sure, and if you haven’t swallowed it all, first your tits and then your face go into the pitch.”

Liesl did as she was told, swallowing carefully and showing the prisoners that her mouth was empty.

“Now, Liesl, cauterize the wounds with the pitch the way you did us. It won’t do for the commandant to get off easily by dying of loss of blood.”

Liesl thoroughly swabbed boiling pitch all over the commandant’s wounds. The bleeding stopped. Liesl stood, awaiting further instructions.

“Very well, little whore. Go find some clothes and get out of here. The guards left hours ago after Todt’s chauffer, who, by the way, is gay, told us that the allies are coming soon to liberate the camp. We’ll have quite a story to tell them, too.”

Liesl ran off and the eunuchs returned to their barracks to await the allied army.