Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

Kurt well knew that Nurse Hilde was after his young, well conditioned body. He had often noticed her looking at his hardened penis in the gleaming white operation room. He also knew the rules for the nurses: they were never to encourage any of the young boys to any task other than what the Direktor chose for them. She had purposely brushed against him in the corridors, had gone so far as to playfully grab for his hardened prick once in the operation room when the Direktor was not looking. He felt that she, too, watched him when he exercised in the compound even though the nurses' quarters were on the far side from his own. He had no idea that she was busy talking, trying to get him taken off the list of performers for a week or so. Hilde did want him and she wanted him at full steam when she managed to corner him.

Hilde had let a few careful hints drop about her observation of Kurt's lagging or sagging ability. She let it be known generally that he did not seem to be as eager as he had once been, that his work was no longer a joy to watch. She was always quick to add that a week away from his work would restore him beautifully to the tasks ahead of him; and that a week free would build up his energy to the glory of the Fatherland.

It worked. The carefully placed hints came back to the Direktor and he began noticing Kurt, encouraging him to more violent movements and more exercise until the boy was getting a mental block about his own powers. Then, as though the idea had just occurred to the Direktor, he ordered that Kurt was to be free of all duties for a period of five days, beginning the following day, in preparation for a new shipment of one hundred girls that would be arriving in less than two weeks.

Except for the worry that Kurt went through until he traced the source of the talk back to Hilde, he did rest. He worked and exercised in the compound every day, for hours, and went to bed early and ate well. On the third day he felt as if he could detect his own energy building because he did not fall asleep as suddenly as he hit the bed, which had previously been his custom.

He decided to take a walk in the compound and tire himself a bit. He had just stepped out the door when he saw the white uniform of a nurse approaching at a rapid pace. He guessed rightly that it was the Nurse Hilde. He ducked around the corner of his own cottage and stood stock still and listened to her knocking gently on the door. Since there was no one inside to answer her knock, she called his name softly. Kurt was furious. Not only was the stupid bitch breaking all the rules after having doubt thrown upon his general abilities, but she was running the grave risk of having him shipped East. He could have killed her. He decided that it would be best that if she were caught that he be no where in sight. He took off, jogging easily, in the direction of the detention cottages. It did not occur to him until he was there that those, too, were off limits. He threw himself to the ground as soon as he remembered. He was shaking with fear.

Ruth had heard the fast running footfalls of Kurt without knowing that he made them. She was restless and was unable to sleep and did not care to listen to Elizabeth any longer. She had politely excused herself and stepped outside the door just to get a breath of fresh air and it was there that the soft sound was carried to her ears. She looked expectantly about and saw the blond head of hair just at the comer of the building. She stepped off the small porch and went to the comer. She was more than surprised to see Kurt. She was also a little frightened.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, forgetting herself and speaking to a German as though she were his equal, something she had been warned about in class.

"Help me, please. I've got to hide," Kurt said, his breath coming in short gasps.

"From what?" Ruth demanded, her mind confused and her thoughts self-protective and fearful.

"Nurse Hilde. She came to my quarters. Please, I can't get caught. Go back and open your door and I'll sneak inside. Hurry," He whispered, trying to look up at her from his prone position.

Ruth liked intrigue and she liked the thought that he had come to see her, no matter what excuse he had used. She padded softly back to the cottage and opened the door and stepped through, then touched her fingers to her lips to warn Beth to be quiet. She held the door ajar and a moment later Kurt slipped through. Elizabeth covered her own mouth with her soft hand to keep from crying out.

Ruth closed the door and leaned her back against it. She was trembling all over. In the last ten minutes, she had broken every rule that had been laid down to her and now she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. She gripped the door handle to keep from shivering and tried to speak in a steady voice: "You can't stay here – we might be caught."

"Just for a couple of minutes, then I'll be on my way. Please," he said, smiling through his chattering teeth.

Neither of the girls could resist. Elizabeth was already in bed. She clutched the covers about her, tightly, and said, "Of course he has to stay here, Ruth," and smiled at the trembling boy. Ruth made a helpless gesture with her hand and crossed the room to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it and looked closely at Kurt. She thought he must be the most handsome boy she had ever seen. He was well muscled, his brow was wide and smooth, his eyes blue, and his sex she already knew about. She knew that Elizabeth was thinking the same thing.

"Let's get into bed then, and turn out the lights. They're supposed to be out anyway," Ruth informed the two of them as she flipped off the light switch. She crossed to the bed without bumping into anything and took Kurt's hand and directed him onto the bed. Her own hand felt hot to her.

The three of them lay in bed, whispering, Kurt in the middle. "You hurt me," Ruth accused him, then was immediately sorry that she had said what she did, remembering his eyes begging her forgiveness as he had plunged into her.

"I'm sorry, really I am. You're Ruth and you're…"

"Elizabeth," she supplied for him.

"I have to do my job, though. The Direktor is always there and unless we do it ourselves, he will hurt you more by pushing us. You know?" He asked, his voice pleading for forgiveness. "And if I don't do what my duty is here, they will put me in the ranks and ship me to the Eastern Front. I'll die there. They'll kill me," Kurt could not keep from sobbing, even though he tried not to.

His small sob tore at both girl's hearts at the same time. Their small soft hands met on his chest and each of them rubbed and tried to soothe away his fears, forgetting their own for a little while.

"How old are you, Kurt?" Ruth asked softly into the darkness.

"Nineteen," he answered, suffused in the gentleness of the two of them.

"Do you know what's going to happen to us, Kurt?" Elizabeth asked in a dreamy voice.

"You've only been here a week all together right? Well, in a couple of days they'll send you to a rest camp for soldiers or else bring them here and… well, you'll just receive them, that's all. It won't be bad. It'll be worse for me in the cold of Russia, freezing and starving and…" he began to shiver.

Ruth told Elizabeth to remove her own robe and she did likewise. Then she and Elizabeth took Kurt's clothes from him, he unresisting, and the two of them moved under him so that he was lying atop the both of them. They rubbed his back and shoulders and his neck. His heavy legs rested one each between each of the girl's. He began to relax under their gentle massaging and then he stopped shivering and fondly kissed the two of them on the lips, first Ruth and then Elizabeth.

Ruth received his kiss willingly. It was like fire to her. She had built him up in her mind so that he was the only male that was left to her, even in imagination, to say nothing of his being there in the flesh. He was at least half her possession. She kissed him back fiercely and felt him thrust his tongue into her mouth. She took it gladly and sucked it deep into her throat.