Prisoner of War

Matt groggily awakes to the feeling of warm soapy water between his ass cheeks and around his anus.  He hears a voice say, “how is he doc?”

The medic says, “can’t tell for now.  There was a bit of blood and tearing around and in there.  The Nazis must be desperate by now captain to go this far.”

Matt then suddenly awakens and as he attempts to rise out of his cot he says, “get that fucking thing out of my ass.”

The Captain says, “hold him the fuck down boys!”  He is disorientated!”

Matt then feels four pair of hands pushing him back down on the bed so that his face in on the pillow.  He then hears the voice of the captain say, “you’ll be ok Private. You are with your kind here.  I’m American, just like you. Settle down son.”

Matt says, “what the fuck just happened to me.  I was having a drink with that brit Davis, I passed out.  Next thing I remember was a big cold thing up my asshole and some Nazi fucker saying that I should give him what he wants.  What the fuck is going on here?”

The captain then says, “I’m Captain Schmidt, our doc is Private Ericksson.  There are also Corporals Muller, Brandt, and Becker as well as Privates Hoffman and Schultz.  There is also Janmark, Hedberg, Lindstrom, and Andersson.”

Matt the said, “sound like a lot of Kraut names to me.  Why the fuck am I here?  Are you Nazis as well?”

Captain Schmidt replied,  we are all American Private.  Born and bred.  We are not fucking Nazis.  You just have to trust us on this.”

Matt said, “yeah right.  I trusted the ‘Limey’ Davis.  He slipped me a mickey and then the next thing I remembered was a cold probe up my ass and being raped by it so with all due respect ‘Captain Schmidt’ but I'm in no fucking mood to trust anyone right now.”

Private Ericksson then said, “welcome to the club Johannson.  The Nazis did the same thing to us, as well as others; they didn’t make it though.

Matt said, “what do you mean by not making it?”

Captain Schmidt then said, “that ‘Limey’ Davis sells out newly captured American POWs for preferential treatment for his own kind, so much for being a fucking ally. 

“Right now the Nazis and their scientists are examining what they ‘harvested’ from you.  If it's virile then you live, if not well . . .”

Matt is totally confused by now as well as the lingering pain in his rectum.  He says, “I don’t fucking understand.”

Hedberg spoke up and said, “tell him the truth Captain.  He should know the truth about this place before he gets a bullet in the head, dumped in ditch to rot away like the Nazis did to Winkler and Becker.”

Matt then said, “what does he mean by fucking that?”

Captain Schmidt then says, “pick him boys, take him to my private quarters.  This conversational should be done in private.”

Matt then said, “I'll fucking walk myself.”

Matt then sat up in the bed.  Once his rear end hit the cot, it ached in pain.  He struggled to sit on it due to the pain he looked down to see that his penis was semi-erect and that is was leaking its pre seminal fluid.

Captain Schmidt then shouts out, “get him a towel or something to cover him up.”

Ericksson said, “I’m on it Cap.”

Ericksson then put on a pair of ill fitting US Army fatigues around Matt's feet and eased his feet into them.  Ericksson then said, “try to stand up Johannson if you can.  I'll help you out.”

Matt then attempts to stand up from his prison cot.  His body was still weak so he used Ericksson’s shoulders as support to push his body up.  Captain Schmidt assisted as well to lift him up.

Matt looks down to see that his penis has now become more erect and is still oozing his pre-seminal fluid.

Doc Ericksson pays it no mind and he pulls up the trousers but takes a brief look at Matt's semi-erect and leaking cock that is straight in his face.

Matt just says, “sorry.”

Ericksson replies, “it happens.  A side effect from the Nazis torture.  I've seen it all.”

Ericksson then finished putting on the pants on Matt and said, “try walking.”

Matt tried to walk but felt pain.  He said, “I need help.  Sorry captain. I feel cold as well.”

Ericksson then got Matt a scratchy wool sweater and helped him put it on. 

Matt looked down at it and saw that there were a couple of holes and that it had blood stains on it but he didn’t mind in that he liked the warmth of it on his body.

Once Matt had his walking legs both Captain Schmidt and Doc Ericksson assisted him to the captain's private quarters.

It really was not private in that he had a private prison cot curtained off, a desk and a couple of chairs in it since he was an officer and was in command of this prison barracks.

Ericksson and Schmidt helped Matt into a seat and as Ericksson was about to leave Matt said, “I know that you want to have this conversation with me private, but can Doc Ericksson stay as well?”

Captain Schmidt replied, “sure.  He can do a better job explaining this than me Private than I can anyways.  Tell him Joe.”

Joe ‘Doc" Ericksson then said to Matt, the Nazis are secretive but this is what I have figured out what they are doing in that this is their ‘stud farm'.”

Matt just said, “no fucking way.”

For the next hour Matt learned that Captain Schmidt was from Texas and that “Doc” Joe Ericsson was from just down state from him in that he is originally from St. Paul, Minnesota.

Matt that was also told that the Nazi POW camp that they were exclusive to prisoners that the Nazis deemed from Aryan and Germanic blood so that is why the prisoners are either Brits and Americans of Anglo-Saxon/Germanic blood. 

Matt sits in shock as he hears Captain Schmidt’s and Joe’s debriefing of him in that he cannot believe that he is now imprisoned in a Nazi stud farm.

Matt asks about the International Red Cross in that they should be checking in on prisoners of war.  Captain Schmidt replied back, “they only come once a year if at all from what I hear.  The fucking Nazis don’t care about the Geneva Convention.

Matt then asks, “so what happens next to me?  Am I to be violated again for my man-seed again Joe, Captain?”

Captain Schmidt replied, “only if you resist them and that’s if find you viable breeding stock.”

Matt then replied, “with all do fucking respect Captain, what if the Nazis think I’m not, what happens to me.  What did Hedberg mean by getting a bullet in the head.  I gotta know the fucking truth Captain.”

Captain Schmidt the coldly said, “Hedberg was right.  I served with Becker, but he and Winkler were found to be sterile, so the Nazis came in in the middle of the night and took them away.  Their official excuse is that he was part of a prisoner exchange, but we all know what happened to them.”

Matt then said, “I fucking can’t believe this is happening to me.”

Captain Schmidt then laid a reassuring hand on Matt’s shoulder and said, “I know that this is a lot to take in Private, especially on your first day here.  Evening mess is in a few minutes so we better get ready.

“Joe look after Private Johannson for a few days.  Make sure he tries to adjust to this hellhole the best he can.  Tell him the Nazi’s rules and see if your Nazi friend Kurt is working the slop lines again to get Johannson a second ration if possible. Dismissed.”

Joe then helped Matt up from the chair and then escorted him from the “captain’s quarters” that was just a privacy drape in the prisoner’s barracks.  Once they were out of it Joe askes Matt, “so what’s your name Private, as you know I’m Joe, Joe Ericksson, from St. Paul, actually Chisago county but no one knows where the fuck that is.”

Matt replies back, “  Mattias Johannson, but everyone calls me Matt. I was born in a Duluth hospital but consider myself from Eveleth.”

Joe then said, “born in a hospital then, that explains it.”

Matt then said, “explains what?”

Joe replies, “well your dick, it’s cut.  Nazis probably thought you are Jewish.”

Matt yells back at Joe, “I’m not!  Okay!  I’m fucking not.  Raised Lutheran and they did until I talked my way out of it!”

Joe says, “take it easy Private.  Just not a lot of guys with cut dicks around here, that’s all.  Come one let’s get some grub.

The camp served the POWs their evening meals at 1800 hour.  The prisoners lined up for what meager food rations the Nazi cooks served up.  This evening it was some sort of stew with potatoes and a slice of stale bread.

Matt follows Joe through the slop line.  Joe says “hello” in German to a young German man, around eighteen years old serving the stew, then says something else in German that Matt kind of understands but not fully. 

Matt sees Kurt nod and smile some.  Kurt then serves Matt a double scoop of slop and says, “’danke’” back.

Once Joe and Matt got their food trays and a drink that the Nazis pass off as tea they took a seat with the prisoners from  their barracks.

Matt was curious about what happened in the food line so he asks Joe, “so what did you say to the Nazi back there?”

Joe replied, “Kurt is no Nazi, he is like a majority of the German people that detest the Third Reich.  He was conscripted into the Wehrmacht at sixteen to be a soldier, but he was rejected due to not measuring up their standards, so he was assigned here. 

“He would have been imprisoned as well but he has an affluent uncle that made sure that lives being an only male heir.”

Matt asks, “what do you mean?”

Joe says “Kurt was born with a club foot, so not exactly up to Nazi standards.  He is a nice guy, loves America and hopes to move there after the war.”

Matt then asks, “so how do you know him so well?”

This is where Joe tensed up a bit and said, “because it’s not only Jews and gypsies that the Nazis imprison, but Kurt is also a homosexual.  So am I.”

Matt then dropped his spoon onto his tray of slop and says, “no fucking way Joe.”

Joe then said, “Captain Schmidt knows about me.  He caught me and another soldier ‘being together’ right before D-Day but he was killed on Omaha Beach.  Captain Schmidt could have had me court-martialed but decided against it just incase.  Now we are both here.”

Matt is trying to take is everything that Joe just told him and says, “so is that you and the Kraut have a thing going then?”

Joe just says, “I’m under orders from Captain Schmidt not to talk about it. Sorry.  How is the food.”

Matt says “terrible.”

Joe replies back, “yes it is but supposedly high in protein to keep you strong and healthy.”

Matt asks why.

Joe says, “because as of this moment your spooge is being examined for virility. If the Nazis find that you of are good breeding stock then you live, if not well Matt I would love to suck your fine cut cock before Nazis drag you out of the prison barracks, and never to be seen again.  Eat up.  You need it for strength.”

Matt tried to eat up what slop was left of his tray until some Kraut ordered them to finish up but lost his appetite. 

As he was leaving the prison mess hall, he sees that men in British uniforms are lined up to enter it and the first in line is Colonel Davis.  Matt then runs up to him and shouts, “you’re a fucking traitor! You let the fucking Nazis ass rape me.” 

Matt then attempts to lunge at Colonel Davis but hears voices say, “’Halt, Halt’” and Joe saying “don’t do it Matt.  He is an officer.”

Just as Matt’s curled up fist was about to meet Colonel Davis’s jaw until he felt a sharp blow to the back of the head and then suddenly dropped down to the wet muddy ground and loosing consciousness.