Chapter 2 – Chapter 2
December 9, 1937, Nanking, China
I moved the pillow from underneath the small of my back and placed it under the other pillows behind my head. After reaching for the cigarettes and lighting up, I looked down the line of my naked body, my legs still spread and bent, and watched the German colonel dress in the black uniform of the Nazi Party. This was the first time I'd seen Heinrich Krentz dressed thusly. He'd told me that it was for expediency. The less-dressy khaki uniform of the Chinese Nationalist Army that he had been wearing as a secret German adviser to Chiang Kai-shek's Chinese Nationalist military was folded into a suitcase set on a nearby chair.
"Do you really have to go, Heinrich?" I asked. "Is it really not safe here?"
"The Generalissimo left two days ago. The Japanese 10th Army is closing in on the city on two sides. I haven't been released by Berlin as adjunct to the Chinese yet. I must follow them to Chungking. You should come as well, Wilhelm. I can guarantee your transport."
"Can I leave on the 15th?" I asked "The university is being packed out to go to Chungking. I have students I'm responsible for."
"That might work. But not much longer after that—especially for your Chinese students. The reports say that the Japanese march from Shanghai has been brutal. No prisoners taken; no one left alive along the track."
"Surely that's just propaganda."
"I wouldn't count on that. In fact, I think you should leave with me today."
"I have responsibilities. But I'll miss you until I can catch up with you in Chungking," I said.
And the strange thing was that I would miss him. He was my third lover—no, master—in the eight years since I'd been forcibly taken back to Germany from Tokyo after Prince Satsuma had given me to the Nazi generals who had ravished me mercilessly. I had been beaten so much into submission that I raised no objection when I was hustled back to Berlin with them—I had come to accept and then to seek the rough sex. In time, I'd been given more freedom by the general who controlled me and even permitted to go to the university in Heidelberg to complete my art degrees.
When Heinrich brought me out to China with him on his adviser tour, I was given a professor position at the University of Nanking, and we lived together as partners. I'd almost completely forgotten that I was once an American with free reign of my life. I even was more used to my German name, Wilhelm, now than the name I'd been given, William. And the Toliver surname never was used anymore. I was documented as Wilhelm Krentz, Heinrich's son. For social purposes the father and son relationship was established. Only a few of the Chinese servants knew I slept in Heinrich's bedroom, under him or that sometimes he lashed me to a pillar, flogged me, and then fucked me still tied to the pillar.
We were believable as father and son, I suppose, if you considered that Heinrich had been quite young when I was born. We were both Teutonic blonds, qualified for the master race. And qualified in more ways than hair color too. Both of us were blue-eyed and of strong, handsome features. Our body styles were different—his tall, solid, muscular, hung, and mine more lithe and trim and on the shorter side, but we were similar enough for me just to be considered to favor my mother more than my father.
That he was muscular, hung, virile, and vigorous was enough to keep me satisfied with the third German Nazi Party member who had virtually owned me for the last eight years. At twenty-seven, I was lucky to have a god of a man of forty-four, like Heinrich, serving as my protector and master.
His manner changed when I said I'd miss him. In some ways I was more master of him than he of me. I could arouse him quickly, and as I lay there, naked, reaching for my half-hard cock, and giving him a "come hither" look, I could see his resolve on leaving me melt. He had fucked me twice after we had awakened that morning—more times the previous night—as if he couldn't pull away from me and leave me here in Nanking.
"Do you really have to leave right now? You don't have another half hour?" I asked.
When his trousers hit the floor, I saw that he already was in erection. I barely had time to snuff out my cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand before he was upon me, turning me, coaxing me up on my knees at the end of the bed.
"Yes!" I cried out as he entered me strong and deep from the rear, grabbed the hair on the back of my head, arching my torso up toward his face. He fucked me hard and brutally, as all of the Germans had.
Just like the Japanese marching on Nanking from Shanghai—taking no prisoners.