Sometimes, women were part of the equation, usually with their submissive men, who were allowed to fuck us or be blown by us while the women also got off with us somehow. Or, sometimes I was used to fuck the guy, depending on the particular dynamic the couple had.
Regardless, Elsa would usually start those times by horning us up, praising us, telling us what good boys we were, and teasing us until we were begging for relief. On the back side of the session, more praise.
I thought this was…well, okay, I knew it wasn’t “normal” but I didn’t realize it wasn’t healthy or, technically, consensual.
To me, if it wasn’t rape, it was consent. I had no fucking clue beyond that. Rape—bad. But what we were doing wasn’tthat, right? I mean, we wereagreeingto what we were doing and having done to us.
Weren’t we?
Hell, she got both of us off. We were never left hanging on those nights.
The more Eddie and I did, though, the more Elsa pampered us. The more attention she paid to us. The more time she spent with us.
The more she praised us.
It made it far more comfortable for us to ignore the dark thoughts that would creep in sometimes. Made it easy to ignore the times that we weren’t that keen on the activities, because she always made up for it in other ways.
Give and take, right?
This went on for the next couple of months. Eddie and I had fairly regular schedules now and usually had weekends off, even though we had to stay close to base. When we both received full forty-eight-hour passes, Elsa made plans to take us to a party in another town, a private house party, where we’d be spending the night.
Yeah.
Except we were the party favors, for men and women.
We spent that whole weekend blindfolded and had no idea who was doing what. Elsa was there, and I understood more of what was going on than Eddie did, obviously.
There was a guy who seemed particularly interested in me. I never heard him speak English, but he didn’t sound like a native German. Sounded older.
Liked to spank me with his bare hand. I’m pretty sure he fucked me a few times over those two days, and I know I blew him at least once.
He rubbed my head the way Elsa would.
Don’t get me wrong, Eddie and I both had a blast that weekend, but I still didn’t tell Eddie about seeing Elsa accept the money that day.
Maybe I should have.
Idefinitelyshould have confronted Elsa about it, except that wholeI was young and dumb and definitely in love with herstupidity.
No clue how much she was paid for our services that weekend, and part of me doesn’twantto know. We were never offered any of the money. She pretended that didn’t happen, although from some stray comments I heard, I’m sure that she was paid, and it apparently wasn’t the first time she provided “entertainment” for a gathering like that. I tried not to think about it and stay in the moment.
I think maybe she forgot I spoke German, because when it was just the three of us, she always spoke English for Eddie’s benefit.
Eddie and I were both moving kind of slow the next day, Monday morning, and that’s when shit happened.
We were both summoned to the colonel’s office that morning. I’m sure theoh, shitlook on Eddie’s face matched mine as we headed over there.
There are a few memories that will forever live with me, some of them big, some of them small. Memories positive and…not so much.
Sensations, smells.
Sounds.
As we stand at attention in the colonel’s office and he walks behind us to close his door, thesnickas he throws the lock will forever stay in my mind.
The sound of his footsteps as he walks behind us and stands there so close I can feel his breath against the back of my neck.
But it’s the next word he whispers, in very familiar-sounding German, that makes me realize exactly how deep a world of shit the two of us are in.
