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Brothers In Arms: From Defeat

This fiction consists of twelve chapters commencing in Germany just after the defeat of the Nazis in '45 through to America circa 1952.  

Chapter One










    Karl Levinson carefully climbed the debris piled high along both sides of the street; the stale stench of burning and death lay thick and close as the remains of some victims of the incessant bombing raids still lay where they'd died beneath the rubble.




He picked out the kerb stones along the edge of the road down to the intersection and again pulled the sheet of paper from the pocket of his field-jacket attempting to match the description on it to the mass of cratered rubble. There really wasn't much remaining of the suburban street on which he stood, from the intersection he counted twelve apparent mounds of rubble up to his present location.




His despondent mood deepened as he realised this mound was indeed the remains of the house he'd been searching for. He sighed and removed the Lieca Reporter camera from his back-pack and took a few photos of the area and the remains of the house; his grandparents had often described this place to him and the family. Here they'd lived during the first eighteen years of their married life, they had fond memories of the house and of friends and neighbours, Karl knew in his heart how much they would be upset to hear the entire neighbourhood had been razed in the bombing raids.




Karl Levinson was a first generation American, his paternal grandparents and their children, - including Karl's father who'd been eighteen at the time - had left Germany shortly after the Armistice had been signed in nineteen eighteen. Karl's grandfather had finally listened to his older brother's advice; Karl's granduncle had moved to America in nineteen thirteen and established him-self as a tailor he'd gone on to build a prosperous business before moving into local and state politics. Karl's grandfather had quickly liquidated the family assets in time to miss the massive inflation of the post-war economy and re-invested the proceeds in gold which he deposited in a Swiss bank before moving himself and his family to America.




Within months of their arrival Karl's father had met a young American lady and with the consent of both sets of parents they had married in nineteen-twenty and nine months later - possibly a trifle tight to the marriage date - they'd proudly announced to the world the birth of a chubby, healthy baby boy whom they named Karl.











    In nineteen thirty-nine, war again erupted in Europe and this time threatened to destabilize the world. Hitler launched his 'blitzkrieg' to punish Poland for his claimed cross-border terror raids referring to his actions as self-defence. The world had been ready to believe such rhetoric when the British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had returned from his meeting with Herr Hitler after the annexation of the Sudetenland; Chamberlain proudly waving the Munich Agreement to the world announcing "Peace in Our Time". In nineteen forty as German forces rolled into the Netherlands, Belgium and France, so Chamberlain's announcement had proved so much false bravado and, once again, world attention turned to the nations of Europe.




When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour in December nineteen forty one and President Roosevelt had addressed Congress, so Karl had listened to the President's stirring speech and remembered such words as "...a date which will live in infamy..." and "a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire". The very next day Karl had enlisted - much to the dismay of his Orthodox family - an American lad, born and bred, and as President Roosevelt had called the nation to action so Karl and others had acted.




 







    As he took his photos he saw two Russian soldiers walking down the road toward him, they looked like a regular patrol, bored and strolling along attempting to stay away from their section for as long as possible; their faces bore the same bored look as the faces on the lads of Karl's own section when they were required to walk similar patrols in the American Sector; as Karl was in the Russian zone and technically without authorisation to use the camera he quickly replaced it in his back pack before turning to face the two men.




"Amerikan! What... you... do... here?" One of them asked in heavily broken English.




"My grandparents used to live in this street before they moved to America, they asked me to take a look around the old neighbourhood if I ever made it here. I don't think they'll like what the British and US air forces did to the place."




"No... no... your... air... force... they... do... good... job... here! You... have... drink?"




Karl removed a quart of whiskey from his pack and held it out to the two soldiers.




"Da, whiskey, tovarich!" he said.




They both smiled huge grins and motioned Karl to join them out of sight of the road; they both took a big gulp each practically emptying the bottle, Karl took a small sip to be sociable and grinned at the two soldiers.




"Aaaah, ees... good...!"




Both soldiers now looked at Karl with a stern look and suddenly he was worried he'd done something wrong.




"Now... you... do... something... for... us. You... do... us..., we... no... confiscate... camera!"




As the soldier spoke both he and his friend unfastened their trousers and pulled out their cocks; the one who spoke now raised his weapon and pointed it at Karl before telling him to kneel. Karl now realised what the phrase "You... do... us..." meant and although he wasn't as intimidated as some men might be by what they were expecting him to do he still hadn't done anything like this since eighth grade in school. Nonetheless, with a Russian weapon pointed at his head he sank to his knees and opened his mouth to take the first cock. The soldier who hadn't yet spoken stood over Karl and wiped his cock over Karl's face to try and humiliate him before pushing it in to Karl's waiting mouth.




Oh Boy, Karl thought, these Russkies needed to learn a bit about personal hygiene!




After twenty minutes or so the Russian placed his hands over Karl's ears, held him in place as he pushed his cock deep in one last time and spewed his load into Karl's throat; as he pulled his now slimy cock out, he stayed in close and Karl realised he now wanted to be cleaned and Karl resignedly extended his tongue and to lick the Russian clean.




While he had watched his friend get off in Karl's mouth, so the second soldier now decided he wanted something more and motioned for Karl to drop his trousers and bend over a nearby lump of masonry. Realising what the Russian wanted Karl backed away, his hands held out before him, shaking his head, but the soldier whose cock he'd just sucked, aimed and pulled the trigger on his weapon, he shot over Karl's head to bring him to heel. 




Soldier number two now came in behind a shaking, nervous Karl and unfastened Karl's belt, the top button and flies of his trousers, before allowing them to fall to Karl's ankles; he dragged Karl over to the lump of concrete and pushed him across it.




"Now... you... not... run... away!" he whispered in broken English in to Karl's ear. 




He felt the Russian's calloused hands rubbing his buttocks hard and as a stubby finger slowly rubbed along his arse-hole, Karl shuddered! He'd traded blow-jobs with his buddies in school and although he'd often dreamed of doing this with one or two of them he'd never had the courage to ask for fear of being socially ostracised; there'd been rumours of lads at school who did this but he'd never met them and now these two Russians were about to take his virginity by force. 




The Russian he'd just sucked now climbed up on to the lump of concrete and knelt astride Karl's torso allowing his weight to bear down on Karl, holding him in place as his comrade spat on to Karl's arse. Karl felt an indescribable, fiery pain as the stubby cock was forced into his unwilling body, the burning agony coursed through him and though he screamed in pain all he could hear was both Russians laughing as they took their pleasure.




The Russian who was raping him lasted for twenty minutes before he pulled his cock roughly out of Karl's body; the suddenness of the action made Karl feel sick but the weight bearing down on his torso eased as the other soldier climbed off. Karl knew it was a temporary reprieve as the soldier who'd been holding him down was taking up position behind him and the soldier who'd just fucked him was now holding him down by placing his hands on Karl's shoulders and bearing down. As the tremors of agony ripped through Karl's body such action really wasn't necessary any more as Karl was beyond fighting back. 




As he twisted his head to the side he saw the cock which had just been inside his arse, covered in shit, blood and semen. Karl felt the pressure on his back ease as the Russian moved to take hold of his cock and bring it near to Karl's mouth and as Karl smelt the earth aroma of his own shit so he shook his head in desperation, he might be forced to do this but he'd keep a his pride intact by keeping his mouth firmly shut. The Russian pinched his nose closed and when Karl finally opened his mouth to take a gasping breath the Russian shoved his erect cock deep in to Karl's throat; Karl experienced another humiliation as he cleaned up his own shit, the blood of his rape and the Russian's cum.




Before they finished with Karl the two soldiers traded positions many times before tiring of their game; often they released their semen into his battered and sore arse and in a final act of humiliation forced him to his knees to drink their piss. As a final act of brutality they beat him senseless and as he knelt there dazed and bleeding in the dirt they each fucked him again before moving off to resume their patrol.




    He attempted to move as he heard a noise in the rubble behind him; he was aware of someone creeping up behind, he desperately tried to force his limbs to move to defend himself but shock was setting in and as his limbs shook so he was unable to lift his arms. Whoever it was knelt and gently helped him to stand, to raise his shorts before pulling up his trousers, the stranger grabbed Karl's back-pack before half carrying and half leading Karl toward a previously unnoticed gap in the rubble, the gap revealed steps leading down into a Stygian darkness beneath the rubble. He braced himself on the rail beside the steps and waited as his rescuer pulled a large chunk of wood over the hole to hide it; his rescuer turned to support Karl again, to assist him in descending the steps but Karl's last vestiges of strength gave out and he tumbled into the darkness.
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