The German Pilot - Jayse Version

This story is one of my favorites, even though it doesn't have a lot of ball busting action. There's certainly the threat of castration, however! In fact, in the original version of this story (which, sadly, I no longer have), the unfortunately German stud is nutted and slain by his captors. I thought the dashing young pilot was simply too scorchingly hot to destroy, so I created a different ending for this story...

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The German Pilot

Based on an original story by PR

With England at war, anti-German feeling reaches a crescendo. A shot-down German pilot is in the wrong place at the wrong time when he is captured by some vengeful English farm boys. 

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Summer 1940. Surrey, England at War. 

The three young men were playing in the fields late in the clear summer morning. The three strapping young lads were all big for their age, but since they weren’t quite yet adults, they had not been enlisted into the army and instead had been sent to the country to escape the bombing of London. 

Patrick was the eldest of the three at nearly 18, and was a handsome lad with black hair, striking green eyes, ruddy cheeks, and an impressive musculature for one so young. It was Patrick’s uncle, Samuel, who owned the land the boys played on, and who looked after the three young men. David and Mike were also both 17, and were classmates of Patrick at their school in London. 

David was taller and leaner than Patrick, and though his own impressive physique was not yet as muscular as that of Patrick or Mike, David had a wide frame that promised a heavy musculature in the near future. David’s face was equally as handsome as Patrick’s, and he had straight, dark brown hair, and long, almost feminine eyelashes framing his big brown eyes. 

Mike was the shortest of the three boys at only 5’7”, but he already had a thick musculature that rivaled Patrick’s amazing physique. Mike had a boyish yet masculine face, with beautiful blue eyes and thick sandy blond hair, and a lopsided grin that made the girls back at school swoon. 

The three boys were the best of friends, and were spending the long summer day rough housing in the fields when they heard the sound of planes overhead. The lads stopped what they were doing to watch the fighter plane dogfight in the distant sky. The two black dots were chasing each other and had obviously split away from their peers, as no other aircraft were visible. It was impossible to see who was who at that distance, but the two planes were clearly combatants. 

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Paul Gunther wrenched the joystick of the ME 109 fighter, expertly bringing his aircraft to bear on the British Hurricane fighter, and squeezed the firing button. The aircraft shuddered as the cannons roared into life and the allied aircraft was torn apart. The young, handsome pilot shouted in victory. At only 18 years of age, Paul was one of the youngest pilots in the German air force, and was quickly making a name for himself as an ace pilot. 

Paul turned for home, anxious to leave the scene quickly and avoid more enemy fighters. He suddenly realized that he was losing fuel, and quickly – he’d taken a few rounds himself in the dogfight, and he realized that his fuel line must have been damaged. Paul very quickly faced the fact that he was going to have to crash his plane, and that, if he was lucky, he would probably end the day a Prisoner of War. But at least he’d be in one piece, and POW camps would only be temporary as Germany was bound to win the war within a year. Still flushed with his recent victory, Paul prepared to eject from his aircraft. 

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Samuel stared hopefully at the approaching aircraft. Perhaps it was the British plane, fingers crossed! His heart sank as he saw the familiar black crosses under the aircraft. “The bastard!” he breathed between clenched teeth. Another boy like his 18-year-old son, Daniel, murdered by these German barbarians. 

The aircraft seemed very low to him when suddenly he saw the pilot emerge and parachute - onto his land! The aircraft itself flew on as though still piloted, crashing into a field a few miles away in a ball of flames. Samuel thought quickly, his mind racing — the authorities wouldn’t realize that the German pilot had survived, and would never come here looking to find him. The big farmer turned to his young nephew, Patrick, and his two friends and shouted out, “Come on boys, grab a pitchfork – we’ll capture the bastard ourselves! Patrick, get the shotgun from the house and meet us there - he might be armed.” Samuel raced along with the other two boys to the scene. 

Months of farm-work, with nearly all the grown men away at war, had made the boys very fit and healthy. Their physiques had also benefited, and they all looked very masculine and sexy in their tight breeches and rough work shirts. As they ran toward the woods where the pilot had gone down, their young muscles bulged and flexed beneath their clothes. 

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Paul had banged his head on a branch on his way down, and was somewhat dazed when the big farmer and his boys arrived. In the distance, Paul could also see a third boy approaching with what looked like a rifle. These boys looked damned attractive, Paul thought, fit and healthy looking like the German boys back home. 

Leading the handsome young lads was a big mountain of a man with a massively muscular physique. The big man was obviously a farmer, with a rock hard body that had been earned tilling the soil and farming the land. The big man appeared to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s, and was actually very handsome himself in a rugged, burly sort of way. The big man stood at least 6’4” tall, and must have weighed well over 300 pounds of solid muscle. The big man had thick reddish-brown hair and eyes that were a remarkable, vibrant green. 

Paul’s reverie was soon broken as the big man spoke. 

“Get em up!” the big farmer shouted in a deep, guttural voice, motioning to Paul’s arms whilst holding a pitchfork menacingly. A young, stocky blond lad rushed over and pulled the pistol from Paul’s holster. Paul quickly got the idea that these men wouldn't be making tea and scones for him while they waited for the soldiers to come. He couldn't help noticing the excited stares of the two younger boys, or their firm chests rising and falling beneath their open shirts as they caught their breath on this sticky summer day. 

It soon became apparent that Paul's non-existent English was matched by the men's complete lack of understanding of German. 

The third boy, a delicious young man of no more than 18 or 19 years, caught up to the group, holding a shotgun in his big hands. The breathtakingly handsome youth had thick, dark hair and the same remarkable green eyes as the big farmer. Paul then realized that the beautiful dark-haired boy was somehow related to the big, burly farmer. Despite the circumstances that he found himself in, Paul could not help but stare in wonder at the beautiful young man before him. In fact, being surrounded by four gorgeous, healthy men made Paul’s young libido rise, and he hoped these men wouldn’t notice. 

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Realizing that their German prisoner couldn’t understand English, Samuel broke the ice. “David,” he said, addressing the tallest boy, “fetch a rope from the barn. I'll feel better when we've trussed him.” 

As David ran off to fetch a rope, Patrick eyed the pilot from behind the shotgun with great interest. The pilot looked to be barely older than Patrick and his friends, and was exceedingly handsome. His face was very masculine, with a powerful jaw, high cheekbones, and a long, straight nose. The pilot’s chiseled features were tempered by the most beautiful soft blue eyes Patrick had ever seen, soulful eyes that looked right into Patrick’s innermost being. This gorgeous face was framed by thick brown hair bleached nearly blond by the sun, which fell in rakish waves over the young man’s breathtaking eyes. 

Breaking his eye contact with the handsome pilot, Patrick looked down at the rest of the German’s body. The downed pilot was dashingly handsome in his dark blue Luftwaffe uniform, complete with a gleaming Iron Cross pinned to his chest. The uniform must have been made by an expert tailor, for it hugged the pilot’s physique in a very flattering manner, revealing a beefy, muscular physique. Though not nearly as massive as big Samuel, the German obviously had an impressive body beneath those clothes. Patrick found himself longing to see beneath that tight uniform. 

Patrick’s eyes finally traveled down to the pilot’s crotch, and his gorgeous green eyes all but bugged out of his head. The pilot was seated on the ground with his legs spread wide, and his uniform pants were drawn tightly against his package, outlining an extremely large bulge between the young pilot’s legs. 

Patrick glanced to Mike, and noticed that his eyes were also glued to the young stud’s massive crotch. Patrick knew his two friends well, and knew that they were also interested in seeing this young German buck naked. Their regard for the young prisoner, however, was tempered by an antipathy towards “all things German”, which had been imbued in them partly by war propaganda, but mainly by Samuel’s almost pathological hatred of Germans since the loss of his father in World War I, and more recently, the loss of his son in France. 

David returned and delivered the rope to Samuel, and then his eyes, too, locked on the German’s huge bulge. Samuel hauled the German pilot to his feet and, with David and Mike holding him, tied the prisoner’s hands tightly behind his back. Samuel then led the prisoner back to the house, with the three young men trailing behind, staring at the young German’s shapely and muscular ass through his uniform pants. 

Once inside the house, Samuel made the young pilot sit in a heavy kitchen chair, and then proceeded to tie the young man tightly to the thick wooden chair so that he couldn’t move his arms or his legs. Once satisfied with his handiwork, he invited the boys into the living room for a celebratory drink. Samuel’s malicious mind was already formulating a scheme for their prisoner, desiring to exact revenge for the loss of those he loved. 

The three boys all felt that, although Samuel had never been unfriendly towards them, he had always been gruff and detached, and never this informal and warm. In fact, he almost seemed jubilant. He laughed and joked about the incident as he plied the boys with drink, then began bad-mouthing the German in the kitchen as he recounted his Father's brutal torture and murder in the First War (a hate-fueled fantasy - in fact he had simply been hit by shrapnel) and a similar tale he had invented for his son’s death. 

Samuel could see that the boys were responding well, especially after months of similar indoctrination. After an hour or more, Samuel decided it was time to test his idea on the boys now that they were more amenable. 

“Look boys,” he began, “I'll be honest and tell you that I'm sickened by the idea that that bastard is going to be on his way to a cushy Prisoner of War camp after we phone the police - and if you want my opinion, we should have shot him on the spot and said he pulled a gun on us!” 

Samuel watched their reaction and was pleased to see no objecting faces, when suddenly blond-headed Mike spoke up to his absolute delight, “I'd have backed you up Samuel, no problem. In fact, I'd have dropped him myself - he's probably bombed countless innocent people already.” (The fact that Paul was not a bomber pilot had no interest to the men whatsoever in their current mood.) 

The boys looked at each other, and the mood had become somber and serious. Samuel continued, “The way I look at it, boys, if we don't phone the police, the authorities will simply assume he died in that big fireball we saw in the distance. In fact, he might as well have done.” 

David interjected, betraying his relative innocence, “What - are you suggesting we shoot him Samuel - is that legal?” 

“Not necessarily shoot him, David. We could hang him in the barn - who's to say he didn't break his neck in the fall and we found him dead - it just means one less German who isn't going to escape and murder again.” (By now, Paul, a quite ordinary 18-year-old soldier and fighter pilot, had assumed the mantle of a mass murderer of innocents in the men's minds). 

“You really think we can get away with it?” Patrick replied. At that point, Samuel knew he had achieved his goal -- the boys were with him. 

“Of course,” he replied, and smiled conspiratorially. 

During the next thirty minutes, the four men formulated their plan under Samuel’s guidance. The pilot would be secured for the evening, and they would strip his uniform off and burn it, along with his identification papers. They had learned from these papers that their prisoner’s name was Paul, but they couldn’t understand the rest of the German writing. In the morning, they would take him to the barn and hang him, after which Samuel said he would dispose of the body around the farm so that no trace would remain - even if he had to feed the body to the pigs! The boys were not to worry about the disposal of the body, it would be his responsibility, and he was in no way squeamish after being on a farm all his life (in fact he had castrated and butchered many farm animals - it was second nature to him). 

Patrick and David had warmed surprisingly well to the idea, whilst Mike's only feelings of guilt related to his feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of helping to kill the pilot - and of stripping him. He squirmed his firm, muscular bottom on the settee self-consciously at the stirrings he felt in his loins. 

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When the four men returned and the large farmer began untying him, it was obvious to Paul that they had been drinking, which was a little worrying as the young, dark-haired stud still had the shotgun in his hands. However, when the big farmer began undressing him before the teenage boys, Paul realized that these men were probably going to fuck him before turning him over to the authorities! He was both terrified and hugely turned on at that prospect. 

He was soon fully naked before the questing eyes of the men. If only he could speak a little English! Perhaps there were a few men in this area with similar inclinations to his own? Either way, he was more than ready, although four men could demand a lot of just one lad, no matter how willing he might be. 

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Patrick tried not to gawk, as he didn’t want his uncle finding out how attracted he was to the dashing German prisoner, but once the young pilot’s clothes were off, Patrick could barely contain his youthful libido. The naked man sitting before him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, even more beautiful than the Greek statues and famous paintings of naked men he had seen back in London. 

The young German was perfectly proportioned and toned, with a fantastic physique that was powerfully muscular without being overly huge like that of his uncle. The young man’s bronzed skin was flawless, and stretched taut over his big muscles. And the sexual equipment swinging between the young pilot’s muscular thighs was simply awesome. The young man’s flaccid cock was at least 8” long and extremely thick, with a thick fold of foreskin covering the big cock head. Thinking of how huge that tool must be when hard made Patrick quiver. Beneath that massive cock swung two equally massive balls. Paul’s gonads simply dwarfed any man’s balls that Patrick had ever seen before, and literally approached a bull’s nuts in sheer size and mass. Each mighty globe was nearly as large as a man’s fist, and hung very loose and low in a thick and naturally hairless scrotum, swinging nearly four full inches below his crotch. 

Samuel had David lay a thick blanket on the large oak kitchen table, and forced the beautiful pilot to lay down on its surface. Samuel then skillfully bound the young man’s wrists and ankles to the four table legs until he was spread-eagled before them all. Paul’s large uncut penis lolling over his big bull balls between his spread legs attracted no small amount of attention from the prying eyes of the three young lads. Patrick had had a couple of boyfriends, as well as no few girlfriends, and he enjoyed sex, so he was aware enough to know that the German was a big man, a very big man in fact. Mike was also well enough aware of this, although David was, surprisingly, still a virgin, and therefore had no frame of reference to compare to. David just knew that this young hunk was hung like the horses out in the fields. 

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The big farmer grunted and placed a tea towel over Paul’s heavy crotch, much to the young man’s surprise and confusion. Though he still assumed they were going to 'use him' at some stage, Paul wondered if perhaps they were shy in front of each other and would use him later. Paul was very proud of his huge German sexual endowment, and he had noticed how all three of the boys had been staring at his sex. Despite being a prisoner at the mercy of the enemy, Paul found that he was hoping the three beautiful boys would all use him at some point. 

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The day had worn on surprisingly rapidly, and Samuel suggested an early night as there was a lot to be done the next day. Patrick could see what was almost a look of disappointment in Paul’s gorgeous blue eyes as the rest of them left the room to go to bed. 

Later that night, while Paul dozed fitfully in his bonds, the three boys spoke excitedly in their shared bedroom. They discussed everything from how much the German deserved his fate; to how long he would take to be hung and if he would struggle much; to the large size of his 'willy' and balls; to how Samuel would dispose of his body; and finally to the admission that each would like to watch the body being disposed of.... Mike even speculated that if the 'willy' was cut off and fed to a pig, it would be quite a mouthful for it to chew on. The trio stifled their boyish laughter so that they wouldn’t awaken Samuel. 

The boys continued their lustful banter until finally it was Patrick who inevitably suggested that it would be a good idea if they were to go quietly downstairs and take another look at the pilot's “meat and potatoes” under the tea towel. Mike sensibly suggested that Paul should be gagged in case he made any noise and accidentally woke up Samuel. 

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Paul was fully asleep when the trio entered the kitchen, and only awoke as he felt Mike forcing a kitchen cloth into his mouth. Waking quickly from his fitful sleep, Paul realized that the boys had come downstairs to have their way with him, and he couldn’t decide if he was scared or excited…or both. He looked around and saw that the three lads were looking very sexy in soft cotton night shorts and cotton t-shirts, and he could clearly see their young muscles outlined underneath the shirts. He could also see steadily growing bulges in their shorts. He knew he was going to be in for an exciting night. 

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With a burst of courage, Patrick moved quickly between Paul’s massive legs and threw the thin tea towel to one side. Paul flinched as Patrick clasped his heavy, lolling penis and coarsely lifted and squeezed it. David could not take his innocent eyes from the massive organ, while Mike joked, “Here piggy, piggy, supper’s ready!” The other two boys fought back their giggles until all three suddenly stopped and stared as the inevitable began to occur. 

Paul’s huge organ began to fill in Patrick's hand, growing thicker and longer and larger with each heartbeat. The boys could only watch in wide-eyed wonder as the astounding growth continued until it throbbed into a huge thrusting erection. Fully erect, the enormous schlong was just over a full foot in length. As the mighty organ reached its full size, the thick foreskin rolled back to expose the glistening mauve plum within. 

David audibly gasped in lustful wonder, trying to catch his breath. Patrick was affected by the sight and feel of the pulsing flesh-column, and couldn’t take his wide eyes off the hot man cock throbbing in his palm. Mike dryly remarked, his voice cracking, “My God! There's enough for the bloody pig's whole family there! He’s HUGE!”

Patrick added, “Must be what they call a big German Bratwurst sausage!” 

Despite the witticisms, the boys were not laughing, for they were for the moment lost in their own private lustful thoughts, gazing at this perfect specimen of a man. 

Patrick directed the excited column upwards and inspected the huge balls, which jostled heavily in their sac as he did so. His left hand moved in and felt them, amazed by their size, their weight, and their sheer mass, and feeling the heat coming off of the great orbs. Patrick trapped the huge right nut between his finger and thumb and felt its firmness, amazed at the strength and toughness of the fat orb. Paul stirred as he felt the light pressure and the slight ache it caused in his vulnerable and helpless testicle. Patrick smiled to himself at the pilot’s reaction. 

David's lack of experience was no secret to Mike or Patrick, and Patrick generously motioned David over to inspect the focus of their attentions. David reached out hesitantly and grasped the straining male flesh - it felt pleasant, smooth, and silky, yet incredibly hard just beneath the surface and pulsing with heat. It resisted him slightly as he lightly moved it around to examine it. Paul was breathing more heavily now, for the boy's attentions felt fantastic, even more so due to this boy's obvious inexperience. 

Mike interjected, “Mind that he doesn't come. With huge balls like that, I’m sure he’d make a hell of a mess and Samuel will catch on.” 

Patrick reassured him, “Don't forget, Mike, I was studying to be a doctor until they evacuated the school a few months ago. I learned that the scrotal sac tightens just before a man comes, so I'm keeping an eye on him. A good ball-squeezing will calm him down if he gets too frisky.” 

David's entire attention was upon the huge hot flesh in his hand. With his free hand, he reached for Paul’s massive, meaty balls and rolled them around in his big hand. David was very conscious of his excitement and could feel his own rock hard cock dripping precum into his shorts. 

Patrick continued, “You know, they say that when a man is hung, he can become very excited and even come in his death-throes. I wonder if Samuel has heard of that,” he smirked. David considered Patrick's comment with interest even as he toyed with Paul's huge organs, and tried to imagine the man's white seed coming out in front of them all in the morning whilst he struggled on the rope. David was pulling on the man's huge balls when he was distracted by the sight of Mike suddenly pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his own muscular physique that, while not as huge as Paul’s, was still very impressive. Mike was becoming excited and was intent on moving things forward, and there was little modesty between the good friends. 

“I'm going to see if he likes English boys,” Mike said as he moved to Paul’s chest, now wearing only his thin cotton shorts. Paul stared feverishly at the blond boy’s beefy young chest, and he noticed that the young man’s nipples were swollen and reddened to hard points with obvious sexual excitement. Mike began running his hands over Paul’s thick, hard chest and then hung his own chest over the handsome German’s face. Paul was quick to respond and caught one of the excited nipples in his mouth. "Good boy, good boy…" Mike murmured - whilst David continued to pull on his balls and agitate his pulsing erection. 

The other boys did not notice when Patrick reached inside his shorts to retrieve a small packet. They did notice, however, when Patrick silently waggled a condom in front of them. "Patrick..." Mike hissed through his teeth. David instinctively moved aside and Patrick captured the large erection, levering it down slightly as he began rolling the condom down. Paul breathed heavily through his nose at the exquisite sensation and the realization that his long awaited fuck appeared to be imminent. Patrick thumbed his shorts down, but left his t-shirt on, and mounted the table in a now silent room. He turned towards Paul's feet and straddled his hips, gripping the urgent flesh-column and directing it towards his young solid ass. 

Paul moaned as he felt his plum push against the heat of Patrick’s tight asshole, and he couldn’t help but stare at the young man’s gorgeous ass, so rounded and muscular and firm it made his head spin with lust. 'God, his cock was going in, he was so young and tight - his bottom, God...' spun Paul’s mind as he let his head drop back, shutting his eyes and savoring the sensation. 

Patrick grimaced in pain as he slowly worked his ass down the incredibly long and thick German cock. He had taken some big cocks up his ass back in London, but nothing quite as huge as the cock possessed by the sexy German pilot, and it was almost more than he could take. But after a couple of minutes, Patrick managed to bury the huge flesh column all the way to the base in his muscular ass. He then gathered up Paul’s enormous balls and held them firmly as he began pumping up and down. 

Paul lifted his head to catch a glimpse of Patrick's magnificent deep cleft in his ass, which was revealed intermittently as he rose and fell, before Mike once again pushed a hard nipple insistently into his mouth for him to suckle on. David looked on, mesmerized. Patrick began to lose his rhythm as his excitement mounted. Mike pulled his nipple free from Paul's mouth and waved David over. "Don't be left out David! Why not make him smell your bum - the dirty German will love that, eh?" 

David liked the idea but was more inhibited than his friends and kept his shirt and shorts on as he mounted the stout oak table. Paul saw the fantastic vision of David's muscular ass as he dropped his shorts and lowered himself onto Paul’s face, David’s big ass cheeks crushing his nose and features almost painfully as he did so. Modestly he kept his rock hard cock and big, heavy balls away from the young German’s face, as he lent back and pressed his big bottom onto him. 

Patrick was mounting towards his climax, but sensed that Paul was too. Instinctively, he pulled on the big balls, trapped in his grip, and began squeezing firmly as his orgasm swept over him, moaning as he did so in exquisite pleasure. Simultaneously, Paul pulled helplessly on his bonds and screamed into his gag and David's large bottom as the pain racked his balls in Patrick's squeezing hand. Huge ropes of cum jetted out of Patrick’s thick, ten-inch cock, spraying in sticky lines onto the table and the German’s beefy, muscular legs. In his pleasure, Patrick squeezed Paul’s balls a little harder than he would have done otherwise, in fact coming close to causing possible permanent testicle damage. Paul felt sick with the pain and forgot the erotic sensations as he sobbed into David's ass. Patrick recovered his composure, and when his orgasm finally finished, he lifted himself off the incredibly still completely erect organ with a loud sucking noise. 

"God, that was amazing!! I've got more fresh condoms if you want a go," he said to Mike, who had been avidly watching Patrick's performance. Mike needed little persuasion to drop his shorts now, revealing an eight-inch-long cock that was every bit as thick and meaty as the massive schlong sported by their German prisoner. As soon as he had replaced the used condom with a fresh one, Mike positioned himself as Patrick had done (though fully naked) and began by laying the fully erect organ upwards on the pilot's stomach and grinding it between his hard rounded ass cheeks until it had become even more violently erect. Once he was ready, Mike then began the slow process of inserting the huge organ into his incredibly tight ass. 

Paul's recently mangled balls still ached, but the sensations of pleasure were returning with a vengeance. As Mike pumped the organ steadily with his strong and talented ass, David striped off his shorts and began positioning himself such that his big nine-inch cock now contacted Paul's lips. Paul could taste the young man’s excitement on his tongue, and he greedily sucked the entire length of David’s beautiful cock down his throat. 

Mike rode Paul for a long time, alternately pumping and then grinding, whilst Paul literally struggled for breath with David's magnificent cock shoved in to the hilt in his pulsing throat. At more than one point, Paul came dangerously close to shooting a violent orgasm into Mike's clutching ass, but Patrick's watchful eyes saw the tell-tale ball-tightening and he reacted quickly to give the still aching balls an expert squeezing - just enough to abate the orgasm but without reducing the erection. 

Mike came shortly afterwards with a final grind and an 'Oooooh!' Thick bolts of cum erupted from his cannon of a cock, spraying even more male juice all over the soldier’s naked lower body. After a short rest, Mike uncoupled himself and the erection came free, waggling as it did so. Patrick quickly pulled the condom off and began replacing it with a fresh one as both boys now looked to David. Mike spoke, "Come on David, you'll regret it tomorrow if you don’t. Give him what for!” 

David wasn't going to be left out by any means and was by now a highly excited young man. He decided to keep his t-shirt on out of modesty, and straddled the big German soldier again. 'Here goes my virginity - I never thought it would be like this, on a kitchen table with a condemned man,' thought David (Paul still had no idea of his impending fate). He gingerly eased himself down onto the now iron-hard erection. Despite being the tallest of the three lads with the largest frame, David was, in his virginity, extremely tight. In order to 'take him' David had to pause and relax as he slowly took the thick column of flesh into his tight ass, something Paul found excruciatingly erotic - David was almost painfully tight around his huge penis. 

Patrick decided he wanted to sit on the young soldier’s face, and he quickly instructed Mike on 'ball control' advising him not to squeeze too hard in his inexperience or enthusiasm. Mike had large hands and was extremely strong, and Patrick didn’t want him bursting the soldier’s massive bull balls by mistake. Mike took Patrick's place and watched the mighty balls for signs of pre-ejaculation whilst Patrick moved to his head and straddled his face. Paul was overwhelmed by the fantastic visions as Patrick did so. Patrick’s thick, ten-inch cock was waving proudly just over Paul’s handsome face, and his handsome mouth opened expectantly, waiting to receive the enormous cock down his throat. Paul could smell the strong manly scent coming off Patrick’s balls and crotch, and his head spun with lust. Patrick then rammed his entire cock down Paul’s throat in one powerful thrust, until his big balls were pressed tight against the young soldier’s chin. David felt the German’s gigantic erection harden yet more, if that was even possible, as his senses were literally assaulted by the young manhood all around him. 

The combination of David's tightness and the Patrick's thick cock shoved down his throat had the inevitable effect on Paul. His young libido rose to the crisis point, but Mike easily spotted the tell-tale signs. His hand shot forward and expertly twisted and squeezed the man’s huge balls. Mike proved to be a natural ball-squeezer, sensing just the right amount of pressure needed to quell his eruption, yet maintain the erection within David. 

David rode Paul’s maleness and had been sufficiently aroused by his previous activities to discover that his own orgasm was fast approaching, something his increasing lack of rhythm betrayed. Patrick ground his cock harder and harder as he too mounted towards a second orgasm, causing Paul to struggle for breath. David let out a long, deep moan as he found his satisfaction, and began pumping out his own big load all over the table and the young prisoner’s muscular legs. Incredibly, David's culmination seemed to excite Patrick's own finale shortly afterwards as he pushed his cock all the way in and delivered his multiple salvos of thick man cream down the young German’s swallowing throat. 

The satisfied boys dismounted and Mike pulled the used condom from Paul's very large and VERY frustrated erection. Mike in fact amused himself by flipping the erection and watching it waggle back up whilst the other two collected shorts and t-shirt and cleaned up the thick mess of cum from their orgasms. Paul's organ leaked pre-cum like a faucet and he was painfully hard when Mike's hand left it. Mike quickly pulled his shorts on whilst Patrick removed the gag and Paul subsequently moaned and mumbled in German until Patrick gave him a very stern look indeed. The handsome and horny young German just couldn't believe that after all that had gone on he would not be allowed to cum – the bastards! Patrick couldn't resist giving the painfully erect organ a stinging and malicious slap before they crept out to return quietly to their shared bedroom. 

As each boy lay quietly in his bed, they all experienced a deep conflict that kept them all awake. All three boys had been told that the German’s were evil butchers who had to be destroyed, yet all three were also extremely attracted to the prisoner that they had tied up in the kitchen. He was a gorgeous young man, barely older than themselves, and each of the three boys privately wished that they weren’t going to hang the young German stud in the morning. 

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It was some time later when David felt the need to urinate and absent-mindedly pulled the flush-chain. Samuel’s fitful sleep was disturbed and he was soon fully awake. He decided to go and take a look at their prisoner before he was hung in the morning. He pulled on his own long-johns and went downstairs. He had missed a potentially embarrassing rendezvous with the boys by only half an hour. 

Paul awoke from a light sleep to see the big, muscular man enter and was overjoyed - this was beyond his wildest fantasy and he was convinced that he would surely have his relief now. 

Samuel, however, did not have what he hoped for in mind. He walked around the table silently, staring intently at the prisoner all the while, such that he felt intimidated into remaining completely silent under the huge man’s stern gaze. The farmer looked at Paul’s  heavy penis, now flaccid but still large and full. In complete silence Samuel suddenly mounted the table, to Paul's relief, and sat his very large and beefy ass onto his face. His breathing was even more of a struggle now than under David's big ass, but it did trigger his 'rise' as expected. Samuel wanted some form of sexual contact with this male, and used the excuse to himself that he would test his libido to see if he was a 'sex-fiend'. His 'fears' were more than confirmed - an almighty erection unfurled before him - the likes of which he had never seen on anything other than stallions and prize stud bulls. It throbbed strongly, the purple crown glistening while the young lad labored for breath into Samuel’s huge crushing ass cheeks. 

He sat there for a long time, staring at the enormous erection, whilst his anger mounted (and also his suppressed sexual frustration). When he could stand it no longer, Samuel suddenly leapt from the table and began screaming abuse at the restrained man. He didn't care if the whole world heard him, years of hatred and frustration boiled over. He was a 'murderer', a 'barbarian', a ‘rapist’ - he was to blame for all the ills in his life... 

The commotion woke the boys instantly. Mike was the first to leave the bedroom and journey downstairs. Patrick and David followed a short distance behind. "Samuel, are you alright?" Mike exclaimed upon entering the kitchen. Patrick and David followed Mike in. 

"It's this bastard - I came down here for a glass of water and I found him like this!" Samuel exclaimed, pointing at the man's great erection. "As far as I'm concerned, he's a sex-fiend as well as a murderer - God only knows how many women and boys he's probably raped! I tell you lad, I'm ready to finish the animal here and now - in fact I will. I suggest you boys go upstairs now and leave this to me - I don't want to upset you.” 

The trio hovered around the doorway as if rooted to the spot. Mike spoke out as a kind of group spokesman, "Samuel, we decided last night that we want to be in on the whole thing - we're not going to leave you on your own and we're not squeamish." 

Samuel was genuinely touched and acknowledged their commitment, "Very well boys, but I warn you it's going to be messy. I'm going to garrote him with a piece of rope - but not before I've done what he's had coming, the dirty rapist bastard. I'm going to castrate him like the animal he is.” 

The boys looked at each other, stunned by the idea, and yet terribly fascinated by this development in a morbid sort of way. 

"I don't want him screaming the house down. Can I ask one of you boys to volunteer a pair of shorts as a gag - it'll be the last cheap thrill he'll ever have.” Mike and Patrick looked nervously at each other, and David swallowed hard – none of them wanted to see their hunky prisoner lose his gigantic balls. In the end, however, David shucked off his shorts and gave them to Samuel, who forced them unceremoniously into the now highly confused man's mouth. 

Samuel had prepared the 'necessities' the previous evening just after the boys had preceded him to bed. They were around the corner in the kitchen annex, wrapped in some towels - two short lengths of rope to bind his arms and legs before he was hung with a longer length - waiting in the barn..., knives, poultry shears which he had always used for gelding pigs (but which he had intended for dismembering the body when he placed them there), a short saw, and so on. 

Samuel began the proceedings. "Boys, this is going to be bloody and messy, so I suggest that for the sake of our clothing and of leaving no trace, we take our things off and leave them on the stool in the corner. I have sacks ready around the corner to put him in and then we'll need to scrub everything down afterwards." 

The young men began divesting themselves of their meager clothing, Samuel failing to notice that the three boys were already semi hard. Samuel continued, "David, he has no idea of what's going to happen to him and it's better like that, so I wonder if you could perch on his chest so that he can't see what's happening.” David readily complied and began clambering over Paul, who was in a state of fevered lust once more, surrounded as he was by a literal harem of sexy male flesh with all their magnificent sights and smells - it was like a wild fantasy come to life. He grunted into his gag as he saw David's huge beefy bottom descend and settle inches from his face, his weight making him labor somewhat for his breath. He could smell the young man’s musky odor and feel his big cock and balls pressing onto his chest. 

Samuel, satisfied that the pilot’s view was obstructed, fetched the towel-wrapped implements and lay them between Paul’s well spread and tethered legs. He unwrapped the towel and revealed the gleaming instruments. Mike's eyes flicked morbidly between the sharp metal instruments and the man's huge erection and pendulous balls hanging between his legs - he wondered how long the big flesh-column with its glistening purple plum would remain erected and throbbing like that after Samuel cut his balls off. 

Samuel interrupted Mike's reverie, "Mike, would you hold that thing of his out of the way whilst we get on?” Mike gladly complied, taking a firm controlling grip on the erection to Paul's sensual delight. Samuel continued, "Now I'm going to finish him off with this, shortly after we've given him his just deserts," he said holding up one of the short lengths of rope and briefly demonstrating visually that it would be to strangle him with. "So, with a view to your medical training, I'm going to ask you, Patrick, to castrate our prisoner.” 

Patrick was a little taken aback by this development, but realized that he was obviously the best suited for the task. Before Patrick could think further, Samuel had taken the pilot's big, meaty balls in his hand and began demonstrating castration techniques to the fascinated boys with the fingers of his other hand acting as mock knives or shears. He showed with his finger and thumb how pigs were generally ringed with a powerful rubber band around the root of the sac before gelding to prevent blood-loss, although he mentioned further that this would not be necessary on this occasion as this man was to die shortly afterwards anyway, and this castration was being enacted as a punishment for his undoubted crimes against innocents. He also demonstrated with his 'finger-knife' how sometimes an incision could be made vertically along the ball sac and the balls could be lifted out to be snipped from their individual cords such that the knife-slit could be stitched up afterwards, leaving an empty sac. He was happy for Patrick to use either method. Samuel explained how he had gelded all manner of farm animals, even helping on one or two of his friends’ farms. As well as pigs, he had gelded mature rams and younger male sheep, stallions and even a few bulls as it saved on expensive vet's bills. He said a bull would let out deafening bellows as it was being castrated. This was really no different in a sense, except that this bastard was lower than a farm animal. 

Paul's fevered mind began forming dark suspicions as he felt his huge balls being firmly pulled and fingers tracing around the very root of his sac. But his fears were quickly dismissed among the thrilling sensations of having his balls handled so erotically like this, whilst the sexy young blond stud held his hard-on so firmly and possessively. Mike had stood further out to his right than necessary so that Paul could see his beefy and muscular naked figure, the out-thrusting profile of his strong buttocks, his thick chest, shoulders, and arms, and his thick and beefy legs, not to mention his extremely thick and completely erect eight-inch cock. Paul suddenly caught sight of the big farmer’s naked form as he went to fetch something else from the kitchen's annex room - first his huge back and rolling, muscular buttocks and then on his return his huge chest and arms, and his dark bush of pubic hair over a massive sexual endowment, nearly rivaling the size of Paul’s own gargantuan cock and balls. Paul could easily see that the farmer’s thick nipples were full and obviously excited. As he disappeared again his eyes returned to David's big milky-white buttocks crushing his chest, and his deep, dark hole that had so pleasured him less than an hour before. 

Samuel returned with a large glass pickle-jar, and placing it between the man's legs said simply "Souvenirs!” Patrick gave an uneasy grin in compliance. Mike's eyes widened, and David squirmed his excited ass slightly on the male's firm chest. 

Patrick reached out and grasped the man's big balls firmly at last - he rolled them slightly and felt strangely excited by what he was about to do to him. He decided that this was perhaps every man's deepest fantasy - to revel in the power of unmanning a large and powerful man as he displayed his excitement. He had a brief and exciting fantasy in his mind's eye of sitting on Paul’s face and forcing him to suck him to orgasm as he held the knife to his condemned balls, whilst his frustrated erection jostled between his firm and beefy pecs. He snapped back to reality and realized that this was real and that he was actually going to do it. He decided to select one of the short knives laid out on the towel and pulled firmly on the balls trapped in his gripping left hand. 

Samuel interrupted, "Just a minute Patrick, let's see just how much of a sex-fiend he really is. Why don't you see if you can 'fire him up' Mike? We'll see how much of a man he really is. I bet like all bullies he's got nothing much to offer.” Samuel was merely voicing what all the others secretly wanted - they wanted to see the handsome young man perform. Mike had already been quietly pumping at the great erection, gently and slowly so that the others would not notice. Now he willingly accepted the challenge and began pumping the organ properly. The men all stared fascinated as the big glistening plum was jerked and jostled above Mike's tightly gripping fist. Patrick stared, as this was his secret fantasy as well. 

Paul could see Mike to his side - he was looking down intently at his penis in his hand and he could see his chest and arm flexing deliciously as he did so. He felt that he could sense all the men's eyes on his excited parts. His eyes flicked between David's big bottom, and Mike's bouncing chest, and he could feel another man’s hand pulling on his balls. 

Mike took in the marvelous feel and sight of the big hard-on that he was pumping, and also noticed excitedly that Patrick was holding the knife dangerously close to the stretched ball sac - with all the movement it was possible that the knife might prematurely cut the man's sac a little. He hoped not as he wanted to see the man cum, and see exactly how much he was going to give... 

Patrick decided cruelly that he was going to cut him while he was cumming; after all, this wasn't for his pleasure, it was his punishment, right? He rolled the massive bull balls again absent-mindedly and gripped the knife a little tighter. 

It was ironic that all the while Paul believed that he was being used as a sex-toy by the four men; maybe they'd had their fun and just wanted him to have his relief (though what the farmer was going crazy about earlier he had no idea). Paul's senses were whirling as he seemed to focus on David's big sweating buttocks almost slipping about on his chest as he now almost blatantly agitated his excited crotch on him. 

Paul's orgasm began mounting - Mike sensed it and started murmuring his encouragement, "Come on....come on, let's have it...come on you big German stud..." He wanted to see his seed come out, and he wanted to see him castrated - to help speed things up in fact he opened his legs just a little and turned slightly so that Paul could better see his big throbbing cock. Mike smiled to himself as he saw Paul’s head turn and look between his legs. The young German’s mind raced, 'God, look at that thick cock on that beefy blond hunk. Unnn… Nnnnnnn…! Oh shit, I’m going to cum!!’

Patrick felt the massive ball sac tensing in his hand as Mike felt the flesh-column jerk harder than ever - and then it happened - the most almighty string of cum jerked out of the gaping eye of the plum and lashed across David's big chest. Paul practically screamed his relief into David's tightly balled shorts as David yelped his shock. "My goodness!" exclaimed Samuel. Mike was shocked as he saw another great string lash out onto David's lower belly and the very top of his thick brown pubic bush. 

The three boys were mesmerized as blast after huge, sticky blast of cum jetted forth from the young prisoner’s penis with a force that was difficult to describe. In a matter of moments, David’s torso was criss-crossed in thick ropes of the young man’s cum, which also landed onto the German’s own washboard stomach in thick white lines. But the young stud’s orgasm showed no signs of ebbing, and continued to thunder onward unabated. Pulse after huge pulse of Paul’s thick white seed pumped forth from his enormous penis, coating and recoating David’s big frame with his male essence. It took nearly a minute for the young prisoner to finish pumping out his earth shattering load, and when he did, David’s body was literally dripping with cum. Great pools of the stuff had formed on Paul’s own belly and run off onto the table. If not for the thick blanket on top of the table to absorb the mess, rivers of the gooey stuff would have flowed off the sides of the table and onto the flagstone floor! 

All four men stared dumbfounded at the awesome mess that the young pilot had made, and the only sound to be heard was Paul’s own labored breathing. It had been one of the most intense orgasms of his young life, and he was momentarily exhausted. 

Patrick was still firmly gripping the base of Paul’s outstretched balls, but he had long since removed the knife from its dangerous position near the young prisoner’s scrotum. Patrick was in love, and he suddenly realized that there was no way he could castrate this stunning hunk of a man lying naked and helpless before him. 

Samuel did not feel the same way, however. Enraged at the obvious turn of feelings among his boys, Samuel grabbing the knife from Patrick’s unresisting hand, pushed his nephew out of the way, and prepared to finish the job himself. The big farmer grasped the base of the young German’s humongous ball sac in one meaty hand and pulled down, hard. Paul yelped in pain, his scrotum stretched to nearly twice its normal dangle. Samuel then brought the knife down beneath the thinly stretched scrotal skin and prepared for the one upward slice that would end the young man’s awesome masculinity forever. 

Patrick snapped out of his shock first, and jumped on his uncle’s back, trying to pull him away from the helpless prisoner. Mike reacted next, grabbing the much bigger man’s wrist with both of his strong hands, and trying to pry his knife arm away from the stud’s beefy bull nuts. David then joined the fray as well, leaping off of Paul’s prone body to pounce onto Samuel. The huge farmer bellowed in rage, but refused to release his strangle hold on Paul’s huge straining nuts, and instead pulled on them harder still as he was steadily pushed backwards. Paul’s ball cords were phenomenally strong, but with nearly 300 pounds of muscle man pulling them steadily downward, it wouldn’t be long before they were simply ripped clean off his body. 

It was quickly becoming clear that, even with three strapping young lads fighting against him, Samuel was simply too strong and would soon win his way free to castrate Paul. Samuel sent David flying off of him, and then elbowed Mike in the gut, doubling over the young man in agony and temporarily knocking the wind out of him. Lastly, he shrugged young Patrick off his back, freeing himself entirely. With menace and hatred in his eyes, Samuel took a step forward, preparing to bring the glinting knife down in an arc of destruction that would claim Paul’s huge, turgid nuts. 

In the meantime, even the thick blanket’s ability to absorb Paul’s monstrous load had been overcome, and large puddles of the young man’s splooge had formed on the tile floor. Samuel stepped forward onto one of these puddles, and his bare foot slipped on the slick, gooey substance, sending his foot out from under him. Samuel cried out as he fell sideways, releasing Paul’s screaming nuts as he fought to catch his fall. The huge farmer fell heavily face first on the floor, and trembled mightily for a few moments before lying completely still. As the horrified boys watched, a pool of blood began to spread from beneath the huge man’s body. All three boys worked together to push the huge man over, and discovered that he had landed on the very knife intended to castrate the prisoner, and the knife had plunged directly through the farmer’s heart, killing him instantly. 

The boys could only stare wide-eyed at the dead man for several moments, and then the sound of moaning from the table brought them back to the present. Patrick came to the young pilot’s side and gently removed the gag from his mouth, and then leaned down and passionately kissed the handsome young German, who responded in kind. After a long kiss, Patrick and the other boys quickly untied the young muscle stud, and they all embraced and kissed each other in relief. 

Paul helped the boys to dispose of Samuel’s body, cleaning up any evidence that anything amiss had occurred in the house. The pigs were indeed well fed by the time they were done…

Just as the boys had fallen in love with him, so had Paul fallen in love with these three young and extremely handsome men who had been his saviors. The lads knew that if the government found out that Paul was on their property, he would be taken to a POW camp and they would likely never see him again. And so they hid him on their farm, and gradually taught him English. All the while, the four young men created a bond and a relationship together, and spent each night curled in each other’s arms, the stickiness of their recent sex gluing them all together. 

The four young men sat out the rest of the war in this fashion, running the farm and keeping their handsome German hidden from view. When the war finally ended five years later, Paul realized that he had no intention of ever going back to Germany, as he had found a new life with his three handsome English lads.