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A Passion Born Of Ice & Flame	By : WW2_Lover Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of these characters, ANY part of this series, or make ANY money from Hogan's Heroes. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. The disclaimer applies to all chapters of this story.

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Any words with a * in front of them are lines directly from the show.

Kommandant = Commander
Frau = Mrs.
Merci = French for ‘thank you’
Danke = Thank you
Gymnasium = High school
Abitur = The equivalent of a high school diploma
Luftwaffe = The German name for their Air Force
Was? = What?
Oberleutnant = Senior lieutenant, or a first lieutenant in the US Army Air Force.
Hauptmann = Captain
Oberstleutnant = Lieutenant colonel
Oberst = Colonel
Blitzkrieg = Lightning war
Mein = My
Nein = No
Bitte = Please
Gute morgen = Good morning
Abwehr = the German military intelligence service from 1920 – 1945
Wunderbar = Wonderful
Jawohl = Yes sir
Komplizierte Vergnügen = Complicated Pleasures

September 15th, 1945, their living room…
“Rob? Where did you go?” Klink called out, exiting the bathroom in his nightgown as he spoke. He was fresh from the shower after work, but he hadn’t seen Hogan since they’d gotten home and changed into their pajamas.
“I was getting the mail, honey,” Hogan told him after he’d entered their home again. “Hey, I finally got a response from Carter!”
“The postal service must be very slow in America,” quipped his self-appointed disciplinarian after he’d taken a seat on the sofa.
“Yeah, no kidding. I – really?” his brat said, cutting himself off mid-sentence.
Klink had a curious expression on his face when he heard the sound. “What is wrong, love?”
Hogan closed and locked the door before handing him the letter and sitting down. Then he sighed and replied, “Carter is what’s wrong. Look at the back of this envelope.”
The older man took it, wondering what was so bad about the newly-arrived correspondence. And after he saw it, he began to laugh out loud.
“Have I mentioned that I am fond of Captain Carter?” he asked, handing it back to his boyfriend.
“You would be,” muttered Hogan after he’d taken it back. The envelope had the letters ‘SWAK’ written on top of it on the back. There was also a heart drawn around the part where it was sealed shut. Inside the heart was written:

RH + WK
= 4EVER

“I think it is cute that he would do that, love. Do not be so stuffy,” Klink admonished him.
His troublemaker rolled his eyes. “I’m not being stuffy. He’s making fun of me.”
“No, now you are pouting instead,” teased the former Kommandant. “You should learn how to have fun more often.”
“Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Hogan retorted.
Then he opened the envelope and pulled out four sheets of paper. Said paper was actually divided into two mini-packets and stapled together, with each of their names scrawled across one in sloppy handwriting.
“Hey, these two are for you, Will!” he said in surprise before he passed the papers to the German officer.
Klink sighed and stated, “You do not have to sound so amazed that anyone would write to me, little one.” Not even if I am somewhat astonished myself!
Hogan grinned and replied, “I’m not amazed, love. A more accurate term is ‘shocked’.” Then he stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend before beginning to read his letter.

Hey General Hogan,
Hello from Bullfrog! You’re welcome for your gift, by the way. I’m really glad you liked the drawing. But I’m no artist, sir. It’s just a side hobby for me. I prefer to make things go ‘boom’ instead! You know, it’s just so beautiful when you make a bomb. The fuses are so pretty when they’re lit, and the chemicals are really…um, never mind.
You know, it’s funny how much you talked about Kommandant Klink in your last letter to me, ‘cause he spent most of his telling me all kinds of stuff about you! And he said I could call him ‘Wilhelm’. I don’t mind doing that and all, but it’ll be kinda strange. I guess you fellas are pretty happy together then. I’m really glad about that. You deserve some happiness in your life, boy sir, being as you sure did a lot for us during the war! I guess it’s your turn now.
I sorta find it hard to believe you could get London to send you ten thousand, five hundred British pounds in under five minutes. But I also know that you’ve got a well-deserved reputation for achieving the impossible. *shrug*
Wilhelm told me all about the stuff you did, and I can’t say I’m that surprised. I already knew you’d be a good friend if someone looked past your natural bossiness and gave you half a chance. (No offense or anything, General, but it’s true. But that’s okay, ‘cause officers are supposed to be that way. *smile*)
After all, you’ve always been the kinda CO who puts himself last, the one who’s willing to die so everyone else can live. Remember the time you were disarming the booby-trapped briefcase and we all gathered around you? You had to give us a direct order to stand back, but we all crowded around you again as soon as you weren’t looking. Let’s face it, we would’ve been so screwed if something had happened to you. And yeah, we knew the risks when we did it! But a team is a team until the end, and that’ll never change. I hope you know that, sir.
Moving on…I can’t see either of you in a cooking class. I’ll have to tell Louis about that! Not sure if he’ll laugh, cry or get upset about you possibly ruining food, but we’ll find out. Have you learned anything useful in it so far?
Newkirk and Kinch also said to tell you “hello”. Oh, and Peter sounded so smug about being right when I saw him and delivered the message. They said they’d call you if they got a chance, but…you know…the time zone difference and all. Plus, international calls are expensive.
Yes, me and Schultz talk a lot. (I’m really glad you got him that promotion, sir. He deserves it.) He wants to visit me in Bullfrog sometime, ‘cause he’s never been to America. And he invited me to come see him in Germany! From what he told me, he reopened the Schatze Toy Company and couldn’t be happier. I think part of it’s from getting to give the orders now instead of having to obey them. *smile*
He says to tell you – and I quote – “Please, Carter…tell General Hogan I am doing okay. I hope that he is happy with the Big Shot and not up to any mon-key business. But if he is, I do not want to know, because I know nuuu-thing!”
I told him about Kommandant Wilhelm’s nephew Hans and what you had him do. He sounded happy as all get-out and laughed a lot. I also told him about your guys’ game of pretend too. Then he just groaned and said, “Jolly jokers. You boys were more than enough trouble for me.” He said it in an affectionate way, though.
Can I ask a favor, sir? The next time you and Wilhelm are going to do something completely off the wall, can you give me a heads-up first? I’d like to win a bet once in a while too! *smile* And did you see the drawing I made for General Klink yet? (He mentioned you’d be seeing it the same day the letter was postmarked.) If you did, what did you think of it? I hope you weren’t offended or anything, but I thought he’d like it.
Are you okay after your tussle with Wolfgang? I know you said you really liked being around his two sons, but I can’t see anybody being able to make Major Hochstetter seem sweet and friendly! *shocked face* That just doesn’t seem possible.
Does that mean you need me to whip up a few bombs for you the next time I’m in Germany? I’ve got some real beauties that’d be perfect for the job! And I’ve perfected that pen bomb we didn’t end up using with that scientist. *big grin*
Anyways, I should let you go. I’ve got a pharmacist test to study for in a few days. It’s a real shame that pharmacists don’t get to blow stuff up. *glum expression*
Oh well, life goes on I guess. The drugstore I’m working at has got a typewriter that I’m learning to use, so I thought I’d recreate part of Wilhelm’s letter for you to see. Since I can’t be as descriptive as he can, the attached paper is word for word. And my phone number here is +1 701-555-0116.
Your friend,
Andrew Carter

While Hogan was quietly reading his letter, Klink curiously opened the folded papers with his name on it. Being as he didn’t know the American officer well, he wondered what Carter had written that had taken up two pages.

Dear Wilhelm,
Wow, it feels funny to call you that. Thank you for your phone number and letting me know when you fellas were at work. I’d hate to call sometime and have you guys not be there. My phone number here is +1 701-555-0116.
You’re also welcome for your gift! I’m glad it’ll hang on the wall where you can see it. Please let me know if General Hogan gets mad about it. That way I have time to prepare an excuse of some kind. I’ve only ever seen him truly peeved a couple of times, but it’s not something I’d ever want to be the recipient of. He’s downright scary when he gets that pissed off! *widens eyes and shakes head*
Yeah, my family’s doing alright. I’m staying with my folks and saving up to get my own place in a few months. And being as I’m working at a drugstore now, they’re teaching me to use a typewriter. (I’m studying to be a pharmacist…I’ve even got a test in a few days.) So I thought I’d recreate part of his letter for you to see on another paper, word for word.
I didn’t mean to be a jerk or anything, but I thought you oughta know what everyone else could see when they looked at the two of you. And I’m really happy that you fellas are enjoying life. The general even says you’ve got a great sense of humor! I kinda wish you’d showed it around us once in a while. It sure would’ve made life a lot easier in the camp with a few laughs.
I’m also glad that Rob (sorry, but I’m running out of pronouns to use) liked my gift to him too. And at least with him around, you’ve got a built-in bodyguard against Frau Linkmeyer! *smile* I can’t see him letting that lady anywhere near you with him being interested and all. Heck, every last one of the prisoners cringed when she’d drop in, so you had to have been doing the same thing that we were!
The things I’ve been told about you are really surprising. To be honest, I can’t picture any of it in my head, but I trust General Hogan’s word. As far as what you’ve told me, it fits the mold of the CO that I served under for the last three years. But I gotta warn you, your life will be full of ups and downs, going from one crazy adventure to the next. So I hope you weren’t planning on living a peaceful, quiet life now that you two are together! *shrugs and grins*
You should know that the general’s a loyal man, sir. He’s the type of guy to fling himself on top of a live grenade so you’d have a chance to get away safely. Still, I’ve never met anybody so clever. I really wish you could’ve seen some of the looks we’d give him when he’d hatch these insane plans, ‘cause I think you would’ve groaned and called him nuts along with the rest of us! (Well, we didn’t actually say it out loud, since being court-martialed or demoted for disrespect wasn’t on anyone’s to-do list. But mentally, we were all on the same wavelength.)
I gave the others the message you asked me to pass along, by the way. Peter (aka Newkirk) looked like I’d slapped him when I told him that you wished him well. Then he shrugged and said, “I guess ol’ Klink’s a bit of alrigh’ after all.” (That’s a direct quote, by the way. Translation: it turns out that you’re not so bad.) Kinch looked surprised as all get-out and said that he hopes you’re doing okay too.
Louis (aka LeBeau) sounded shocked as well! He said, “Of course I’ll be opening a restaurant. The world needs more fine French cuisine. I will let Schultzie know as soon as I have everything up and running. But there will be no meals on credit for him!” (Again, that’s a direct quote. Initially he rattled it off completely in French, so I had to get him to translate what he’d said into English.) Oh, and he says “Merci” for the chef complement.
Yeah, I remember General Walters. That guy came off as a real jerk at first. We didn’t know who he really was or why he was actually there until after you’d arranged for his transfer. Though by then, it was too late to stop it. I’m also glad Hans and Fritz have adopted my CO. (And the rest of your family too, I guess.) Rob really likes kids. He would’ve been an awesome dad, but I’ll bet he’ll be a great uncle too!
Oh, and I knew about Schultz’s promotion as well. Peter’s the one who made him his new uniform, which you’ll see on him soon if you haven’t already. (I don’t know precisely what ya’ll have or haven’t done yet.) But I guess I’d best end this letter now before I ramble on some more. Don’t forget to check out the attached paper!
Sincerely,
Andrew Carter

Hogan rolled his eyes after he finished the initial letter to him before flipping to the second page. While he was scanning it, he heard a sharp intake of breath.
“You okay, Will?” he inquired, not looking up from the second paper in his hands.
“Fine, Rob. Just in shock from your words would be the best way to put it, I suppose,” Klink admitted, still scanning his own paper when he spoke.
“Yeah, I could say the same – my words?” the American general asked, sounding alarmed. “Please don’t tell me Carter sent you the part of the letter that I wrote about you.”
Klink responded, “Alright, I shall not tell you then. Did he…er…send you a copy of what I said about you?”
Nodding, Hogan said, “Yep. You wanna swap papers when you’re done reading yours?”
“I suppose we should in order to prevent any miscommunications,” replied the German officer, holding out the stapled papers in his slender hand. “Here, love. I might as well read what parts of my letter your captain chose to send you.”
The younger man silently swapped papers with Kink. Then he read all of it over, his self-appointed disciplinarian doing the same thing with his. By the time they were done, both of them were blushing.
“I…I don’t even know what to say,” he said softly. “You made me sound so noble when all I wanted to do was solve two problems at once.”
Klink raised an eyebrow. “There is that humble streak of yours again, little one. You act like anyone could have gotten on the radio to London and accomplished what you did.”
Hogan just shrugged. “I’ve never been one to worry about the small stuff. I look at the big picture and worry about the details later on.”
The former Kommandant nodded. “Fortunately for you, I am one to consider the particulars. Just another way we complement each other…like the yin and yang you spoke of before.”
“I guess so,” his brat replied, giving another shrug.
“Besides, I remember the night you met my family. You painted me as some sort of great humanitarian,” Klink added. “I count myself lucky that I do not have a permanent blush after that evening.”
“I was just telling it like it is. I can’t help it that everything came out that way,” said Hogan.
The tall German smiled. “And I was merely doing the same. Speaking of which, since when have I ever been a ‘tough-as-nails officer’ in any war? Or been scary enough to out-do the neighborhood Gestapo?”
Looking sheepish, his troublemaker responded, “Well, you had to have become a full colonel somehow, love. And it was scary! If you’d acted like that toward Hochstetter, I don’t think he’d have ever bothered you again. Heck, I wouldn’t have ever bothered you again. I would have literally paid money to see you go toe-to-toe with Grumpy the dwarf, just so I could record it on video and show you the sweet, friendly bunny he’d look like next to you after that show.”
With a grin, Klink carefully took the papers from his former senior POW officer and set them on the coffee table. “I do so love your way with words, Rob. You are aware of that, correct?”
“You’ve mentioned it a few times,” replied Hogan before giving his boyfriend a kiss. “You’re pretty descriptive yourself, you know.”
“Danke. Please tell Carter that blowing up my brother will not be necessary when you next speak with him. Nor do we need anything else in Germany destroyed, as I believe we have had our fill of it for a while,” Klink deadpanned. “However, he will be the first one we call if Prime Minister Attlee changes his mind about that.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him,” the younger general said, grinning at his boyfriend’s sense of humor. “I don’t think our nephews would be too happy if that happened.”
“Danke, as I do not think so either,” his self-appointed disciplinarian remarked. “So, what would you like to do tonight?”
“Maybe we could discuss hypothetical questions,” mused Hogan.
Klink inquired curiously, “Hypothetical questions? Such as what?”
“Well, like what if you got paid to keep my rear end warm, Will? And if I got paid to have it done? We could make some really good money,” the American pointed out.
“That would be an excellent income for both of us, depending on how often you could stand it,” teased his boyfriend.
“Yeah, but you know how I am by now. I’d be doing it every day, just because I like to push the boundaries of what I can handle,” replied Hogan.
The tall German frowned. “I am all too aware of that. Speaking of which, I have not warmed up your behind yet for today. I would hate for you to go to bed thinking that I do not love you, my little brat.”
“I know, but we didn’t get a chance for that this morning since we were running late for work,” said the younger officer. Then he eyed the riding crop lying on the table in front of the sofa, and something he’d always wanted to know popped out of his mouth.
“Will, what’s with the riding crop you’ve always carried around? I know what you use it for now,” he stated with a knowing smile, “but you always had it on you before any of this ever started.”
Klink followed his gaze over to where the crop lay and shrugged. “I had almost forgotten it was there. Come a little closer to me and I shall tell you all about it. That is, if you are in the mood for a story,” he said.
Nodding, Hogan got up long enough to plonk himself on his self-appointed disciplinarian’s lap. “This feels a little weird to do,” he confessed. “I mean, this is the first time I’ve been able to sit here without squirming around to get comfortable first.”
“I will fix that for you later on, little one,” responded the older man playfully. “Does that mean you would like to hear it?”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love. But yes,” said Hogan with a happy sigh, resting his head against his boyfriend’s chest.

The story of the riding crop…
Klink smiled, choosing to ignore the challenge for now. Then he toyed with his boyfriend’s hair while he began to talk. “When I was young, I was an excellent horseman. It was one of the few areas in my life where I was an expert at something, where I did not get any grief from my father about being useless. I even won many awards for it that I hung up in my room.”
“So where are those awards now?” asked Hogan. “We share both a room and a bed now, but I’ve never seen anything hanging on the walls. And you said the room you chose when we moved in was your old one.”
“That is because they are not there anymore, Rob. They crumbled into dust,” replied the former Kommandant.
Hogan laughed before saying, “Seriously? Man, I told you that you’d been around a long time, love!”
Klink swatted him on the butt. “Very funny, brat. The quality of paper was not as good around the turn of the century as it is now. Nor did anyone know that placing papers in picture frames helped them to last longer. So they literally fell apart, becoming nothing more than flakes on the ground. I should still have the trophies around here somewhere, though.”
“Sorry, go on. That was just too good an opportunity to pass up,” chuckled his former senior POW officer.
Giving him another swat for his cheekiness, the German general continued his story. “As I was saying, I won many awards for my skills in that area. I have never been good at much else other than being a pilot. And yes, satisfying a lover,” he added when he saw Hogan open his mouth to interject.
Then he waited for his boyfriend to close it before he resumed speaking. “Those were the only awards I ever won, so naturally, I took every opportunity to flaunt my skills. When one is not good at hardly anything, one takes every opportunity to show off that they are given. And I was also bullied by the other boys for being ‘a geek’.”
He made air quotes with his slender fingers when he said, ‘a geek’. “Carrying around the riding crop served two purposes. First and foremost, it kept the bullies away from me once I started carrying it around. Secondly, it proved that I was a champion horseman.”
A puzzled expression crossed his troublemaker’s face. “What does carrying around a riding crop have to do with proving that you’re a champion horseback rider? Anyone can carry an item around. I can keep a baseball in my jacket pocket, but that doesn’t mean that I play for the Major Leagues,” he pointed out.
Klink gave a half-smile after hearing the American’s naïve point of view. “Not in Germany, Rob. Only those who practice a sport – and have earned awards in said sport – have the right to carry around a symbol of it.”
“Oh, okay. So why’d they think you were a geek? Did you dress like a weirdo or something?” inquired Hogan.
The older man shook his head. “No. They equated intelligence with geekiness. I cannot tell you how many times I was beaten up for it either. And the boys always worked together in a group of five, so fighting back was not an option.”
“Five? It took five people to beat up you up?” asked his former senior POW officer in disbelief. “What kind of wusses need them and four other people just to bully one guy?”
“Ones who apparently strategized,” Klink replied dryly. “They would wait until I was leaving the restroom to knock me to the ground. I can only be thankful that they always waited until after I had used the facilities, or things would have gotten rather messy.”
He grimaced when he recalled what a nervous wreck he’d always been, wondering if he’d be jumped each time he went to the bathroom. “Anyhow, two of them would grab my arms while two others sat on my legs. Then their leader always pummeled me repeatedly in the stomach. Sometimes they would strike other areas as well. But never my face, as they did not wish to leave visible proof of their actions.”
“Cowards,” growled Hogan, thoroughly incensed on his boyfriend’s behalf. “You don’t happen to know if any of those bullies are still alive, do you?”
His self-appointed disciplinarian glanced at him before saying slowly, “As a matter of fact, I do. All but one were killed in the first war. Yet the remaining one – incidentally, the leader – lives on the next street over.”
“And it couldn’t have happened to a nicer group of people. So what’s his name? Do you know which house?” inquired Hogan, making sure that he sounded perfectly innocent. As soon as I get the needed information, that bastard will pay!
Shaking his head, Klink said, “No, Rob. I am not telling you merely so you can go and exact revenge on my behalf.”
The younger general looked disappointed as he snapped his fingers. Damn, so close! I overdid the innocent act. “But Will, I was just –”
“I am aware of what you were ‘just’, my troublemaker, being as I know how you think by now. Yet I already told you ‘no’, so that is my final answer,” interrupted Klink in an adamant tone. “Now if you are through playing twenty questions, I would like to continue with what I was previously saying.”
“Sure, go ahead,” Hogan said, sounding sulky from being denied the information he’d wanted. He’d really been hoping for the opportunity to beat the shit out of the bullies’ leader, the one who dared to encourage the others to hurt his boyfriend.
The older man gave him a kiss before saying softly, “Relax, little one. All of this was decades ago, remember? After I finish my story, I have something that may take your mind off this subject.”
His brat nodded and grinned, his sulkiness forgotten with thoughts of things to come. “Sounds promising, love. Go ahead.”
“Danke,” replied Klink after he’d rolled his eyes. “Anyhow, once I graduated gymnasium and got my Abitur – I believe you call it a high school diploma in the United States – I joined the Luftwaffe in late November of 1914. With the Great War having broken out that past July, they wanted every available man that they could get. So I went off to war, leaving my riding crop in my room here while I flew bombing missions with my squadron.”
A wistful expression crossed his face when he remembered being at the controls of his Heinkel, only to be replaced by a smile after recalling how the two of them had taken his real last flight together. “I had finally discovered another talent: I could fly very well. Being up in the skies meant that I did not have to see the carnage that those who fought on the ground did. Until that fateful day…”
The former Kommandant trailed off, staring into space for a few minutes. Hogan could feel his heartbeat speed up and touched his arm, recognizing the thousand-yard stare. When he didn’t respond to the touch, the younger general snapped his fingers a few times.
“Will? Wilhelm? Honey, come back to me,” he said. “You don’t have to talk about the first war if you don’t want to.”
“Was?” asked Klink, shaking his head. “What happened?”
Hogan touched his face gently. “You were telling me about flying your Heinkel and not having to see bloodshed before you zoned out. Don’t feel like you have to discuss it on my account, though,” he said. “I don’t want to trigger any unpleasant memories.”
“No, it is fine. It helps me to discuss this with someone who has also seen combat, especially another bomber pilot,” replied the tall German.
Rob is so thoughtful, he thought. I know he has to be dying of curiosity, and yet he offers me an out.
His boyfriend gave him an appraising glance. “Are you sure about that, love? I’m not so curious that I want you to go through any unnecessary emotional drama. Or have any flashbacks either,” he said.
“I am fine,” Klink reassured him. “Do not fret.”
He cleared his throat before continuing on. “Anyhow, one day I was shot down and had to wait a bit longer than usual for a ride back to one of our bases. This was in late 1918 – thank God for small miracles – and the war was almost over. The front lines were in desperate need of soldiers, and they said I had to help hold our position. I had never fought an enemy face to face before that, Rob, only shot at them via airplane. The sight and the smell of the trenches were enough to make me lose my lunch a few times.”
He shook off the memories and said, “For fighting in the trenches, I was granted an eagle spange on my Iron Cross and a ground combat badge. Then I attended officer’s school at Potsdam once the war ended, becoming an Oberleutnant in 1919. I became a Hauptmann in 1920, followed by a Major in 1924 and an Oberstleutnant in 1929. Incidentally, I was made an Oberst the day before you arrived.”
“The Luftwaffe knew you needed all the help you could get with me,” joked Hogan. “It just wouldn’t do for a mere prisoner to outrank the Kommandant, you know.”
The older man smiled at his boyfriend. “Very true, brat. Obviously, I was drafted into the Luftwaffe in the second war as well, which you know or we would not have met. As to why I was placed in command of Stalag 13, I was shot down during the invasion of Poland. On October 5th, 1939, to be exact…the second to last day of the battle! The new blitzkrieg move that had been developed was not all it was cracked up to be.”
The American’s eyes widened. “You were there when Poland was invaded?” he asked in surprise.
Shrugging, Klink replied, “Indeed I was, Rob.” He felt better after talking about this with Hogan, being as he knew his troublemaker wouldn’t judge him for his past.
“Who came up with the idea of blitzkriegs anyhow? The nut that used to run Berlin?” his former senior POW officer inquired.
But the German general shook his head. “No, actually it was General Heinz Guderian. You might know of him as ‘Hammering Heinz’.”
Hogan thought about it and shook his head. “Nope, never heard of the guy. So you literally got shot down the day before that battle ended? That’s rotten luck,” he stated sympathetically.
“I absolutely agree,” Klink replied. “If that had not happened, I would still be able to fly to this day.”
“Will, if that hadn’t happened we’d both be dead already,” Hogan chided. “You probably would’ve been killed in action anyway, seeing as the Allies always targeted the most skilled pilots first. Or worse, you’d have been promoted to general long before now and ended up somehow being tried for war crimes,” he pointed out.
His brat shook his head. “And we – the POWs – would’ve probably got some fanatical Nazi as our Kommandant. You know as well as I do that anybody else would’ve had me shot the first time I looked at them funny. Not to mention Schultz would’ve either been shot or sent to collect ice cubes in person.”
He gave Klink a kiss to help soften the harsh truth of his words. “You being shot down was the best thing that’s happened to me in this war. I got to meet a wonderful human being and fall in love with him. And you even got to fly one more time,” he added. “I’m sorry if that sounds incredibly selfish of me, but it’s still true.”
His self-appointed disciplinarian returned it and sighed. “I am aware of that, little one. And I do not regret meeting and falling in love with you for even one second. I just…I miss flying. You can understand that, correct?”
“I know, love. But I’m still a fully capable pilot. You can always fly with me whenever I have to go somewhere. That’s the best I can do for you. And every pilot needs a co-pilot, right?” asked Hogan.
“Yes,” Klink concurred. “Do you really think the Allied high command will permit that, though?”
Hogan shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re an honorary member of the Army Air Force. And besides, I’d insist upon it. It’s either that or they’d end up flying you to me anyway.”
The former Kommandant gave his brat a puzzled look. “How do you figure that?”
With a mischievous grin, the American replied, “How else am I supposed to stay happy and satisfied in the bedroom? More importantly, who’s going to help keep me focused with a butt-warming each morning? Most people won’t even look at a general, let alone reprimand one in any way. So there’s no way anyone else could do what you do, even if I felt so inclined to let them. Which I don’t.”
Rolling his eyes, Klink had to smile. “You know perfectly well that you could not use either of those excuses, troublemaker.”
“True, but I’ll think of something. You’ve always been a constant challenge for me. You keep me on my toes and keep me from getting bored. Heaven forbid that should happen,” his boyfriend teased. “Besides, interesting things always seem to occur when that happens. Things like switching who’s flying the plane mid-air and then back again before we land.”
The German officer gave him a swat after he raised an eyebrow at the idea. “I can see that, Rob. Clearly, one day without a warm-up is already starting to affect you.”
“Definitely,” agreed Hogan. “Anyways, we kind of went off topic a little bit. What happened after you were shot down?”
“Well, I was forever grounded from damaged vision, as you know,” said Klink. “And that meant I could no longer see well enough to fly for the Luftwaffe. I came back here to visit with my family while Berlin decided what to do with me. That’s when they assigned me to work under General Burkhalter.”
The younger man gave him a confused look. “You mean like in his office?”
“Yes. That lasted until mid-January, when I was assigned to Stalag 13. So I came back long enough to grab my riding crop from my room and say my goodbyes to my family. Then I took command of the camp,” replied Klink.
“Why didn’t Burkhalter keep you in Berlin? Not that I’m complaining,” Hogan added hastily. “I’m just curious.”
Klink gave him a mischievous smile of his own. “While I admit to nothing, it might have been because I kept messing up his paperwork on purpose. It was probably not the best idea in hindsight to antagonize him, but I do not overly care for the general. And I only messed up anything he had to send to Hitler, Göring or Himmler. Things like supply orders, instructions, and so on. It was also my small way of fighting back against the new regime and their so-called ‘ideals’.”
He looked quite pleased with himself as he talked. “The errors were never anything bad enough to get Burkhalter killed, but they did get him yelled at quite often. Despite being ‘his good friend’, I gather that Himmler was quite shouty when it came to the paperwork mishaps. I suppose he got sick of being screamed at several times a week for those three months and transferred me.”
His boyfriend let out a snort of laughter. “Admit to nothing, my tail-feathers. You knew perfectly well what you were doing. Still, I like your style, Will.”
“Danke,” replied the older officer. “Anyhow, I suddenly found myself having to be the stone-hearted Kommandant of a prisoner-of-war camp. And I was scared, Rob. I could see all of their stares and hatred of the German people every time they looked at me. The guards got those looks too – even Schultz – yet a special kind of scorn was reserved for me as I was the officer in charge.”
“The senior POW officer before me wouldn’t have let any of the others hurt you, though,” Hogan pointed out. “It’d be suicide to attack an armed enemy officer, especially when you don’t have a weapon.”
“That would be where you are wrong, little one,” replied Klink. “The senior prisoner-of-war officer before you was Sergeant Vladimir Minsk. He hated me. So did a select few of the men under his command. But I could not transfer him without having someone who outranked him to take his place. That is what General Burkhalter told me when I tried to do so.”
“So what does that…” The American began, trailing off when the light bulb clicked on in his head.
“So that’s why he sent me to Stalag 13 instead of somewhere else. Burkhalter, you sly dog,” he said, sounding amazed. “I outranked Minsk. That explains the weird looks the Gestapo goons were giving me. I heard them say that the general insisted that I had to go to your camp, not anywhere else. They never mentioned a name amongst themselves, but it makes perfect sense. It also kills two birds with one stone.”
Klink looked shocked when he finally made the connection in his mind. “Of course! With you as my senior prisoner-of-war officer, I could finally transfer Minsk and those men somewhere else. Which is what I did the day after you arrived, though the transfer papers took a bit to be sorted out.”
“How about that?” Hogan responded. “The three of us were all working together, and we didn’t even know it! But anyways, you were saying that you had to be the stern Kommandant of our camp before and you were scared of the prisoners. That’s where you left off.”
“Ah, yes. As I previously stated, I was scared. The prisoners could have – in theory – overwhelmed me and all of my men by sheer force of numbers. Even despite the guards all having weapons, people who are desperate will do many foolish things. I was reminded of how I felt as a child with the bullies, and I recalled how I used to carry a riding crop everywhere to keep them away from me,” Klink said.
He shrugged inwardly. “As soon as I started carrying it around again, I felt better. I felt more confident, like I was more intimidating. But you also made sure nothing happened to me ever since you took command of the prisoners. So that was that, and…here we are.”
Giving him a kiss, the younger general said, “That was an interesting story, Will. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“You are welcome,” replied the tall German after he’d returned the kiss. “Now if you would remove yourself from my lap temporarily, I need to get dressed. Not that I do not enjoy having you so close to my body,” he stated in a playful voice, “But I cannot change with you sitting on me.”
Hogan stood up and asked, “Ooookay then. Where are you going that you’re gonna get changed?”
Yet Klink only smiled. “You will see soon enough, my troublemaker. Now if you would be so kind as to have a seat, close your eyes and put your hands over them so that I may change and come back. It is a surprise,” he added.
“Sure,” replied his former senior POW officer agreeably, sitting down on the sofa and doing what he’d been told.
“No peeking,” his self-appointed disciplinarian warned before he stood up and walked towards their room. “I shall return shortly.”
“Got it. But hurry back,” said Hogan from behind his hands. He couldn’t wait to see what Klink had in mind!

Explaining the unusual…
Being as he’d been preparing for this conversation all week – but waiting until the weekend to have it – Klink had gotten dressed appropriately when he’d left the room to change. He was wearing the outfit that Hogan loved to see him in so much, which was a pair of his colonel’s Luftwaffe uniform pants and a pair of jackboots. And as usual, he wore no shirt with the ensemble.
After he sat back down, he said, “You may open your eyes now, Rob.”
Hogan opened his eyes and stared hungrily at the former Kommandant, his eyes seeming to roam everywhere at once to eat up the visual feast.
“You are staring at me again, love. Do you need a napkin to catch the drool from your mouth?” teased the German general.
“No, but I can’t help it. You know what that outfit does to me,” his brat confessed.
He gave his boyfriend a kiss before adding, “Besides, you only wear it when you’re planning some fun and games for us. So what are we doing tonight? Is it something new?” he asked eagerly.
Klink sighed. “In a way, I suppose. Have you ever heard of BDSM, Rob?”
“I’ve only heard rumors about it,” the American replied after thinking the question over. “Something about whips and chains is all I’ve ever been told. Why?”
Laughing, the older officer stated, “I can assure you it is so much more than that. To make a long story short, it is a lifestyle. Or a game for those that do not care to delve too deeply into it, such as myself.”
Hogan stared at him and shook his head. “Since I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about, just cut to the chase. You’ve lost me for once.”
“That is a refreshing change,” teased Klink. “Anyhow, it is a game of dominance and submission. One person is the dominant – or Dom – while the other is the submissive, or sub. One partner controls what happens during this time – which is called a session – and does various things to them. The other one helpless to do anything about it unless they use their signal codes or their safe word. Think of it as a movie set…the actors keep filming until the director yells ‘cut’. Until then, they follow whatever instructions they are given without any sort of argument.”
The younger man stated, “Well, I’m pretty sure you’re not just telling me all that for information’s sake. So let me guess…you want to do that with me, right? And if so, I’m assuming that you’d be the dominant one in that scenario?”
His self-appointed disciplinarian responded, “Yes, I would be the Dominant, or Dom. You would be my submissive, or sub. Would you be open to trying such a thing, or does the idea bother you?”
While he didn’t want his boyfriend to feel uncomfortable with the concept, he also refused to lie about his alternative interests.
Hogan had to think about that for a minute or two, Finally, he asked, “That explains what you meant when you first told me you were the one in charge in this relationship, now that I think about it. But it all depends. Does that type of thing bring the same emotional release as erotic torture? Or the spankings that you like to dole out…and that I love to receive?”
“It can, but only if both parties agree to it. Otherwise, it would merely be a sexual game for us. Would you be okay with that, love? I want you to feel comfortable in all that we do together, and you would always have a safe word,” Klink replied.
While he was thrilled his brat was contemplating his proposition, the older man knew he should inform Hogan of something else. “I want you to know that we can still be together as lovers no matter what, Rob. But I feel you deserve to know what I enjoy in the bedroom. It is not a choice of either/or in this case, yet I have no desire to keep hiding it from you. The only reason I did not tell you before now is that I did not want to scare you away.”
“Well, what are you thinking of doing to me if I say yes, Will? And do we discuss any rules or whatever up front each time or what?” asked his former senior POW officer.
Despite many accusations to the contrary, he wasn’t reckless! One didn’t simply jump headfirst into something when they only had vague details. Though he could understand not being told about this before, since there was a good chance that’s exactly what would’ve happened if he’d known.
Klink shrugged. “That would depend on my mood that day and what your limits are. Initially, everything would be discussed before we did anything at all. Some parties do talk things over before each session. Others prefer to have an ‘open season’ arrangement – as I call it – so long as their agreed upon limits are not crossed. Those are usually the ones who enjoy being spontaneous and do not wish to have to a conversation prior to playing each time, or who have been together for a while and know their partner very well.”
He gave his troublemaker a curious glance, noticing that Hogan appeared to be thinking over his words. “Yet that requires a great deal of trust. An ‘open season’ arrangement means the Dom can do anything they like to their sub during a session in accordance with those limits. But on the other hand, it does allow for more variety.”
The American general waved his hand dismissively. “Trust isn’t the issue here, love. We already know that we both trust each other with our respective lives, so that worry is irrelevant. But let’s say we do a session today, right? What’re some of the things you’d consider doing to me? Give me an example or two.”
“I would not mind tying you up and teasing you again,” confessed his self-appointed disciplinarian. “We both enjoyed that the last time we had some adult fun. Or perhaps spanking your behind while you are restrained. And I would –”
Klink cut himself off, a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. Was he going too far with the requests he was making?
Perhaps. Rob is a proud man, so I do not think he would agree to what I almost asked of him. I suppose I could be wrong, but I doubt it. Even a rubber band can only stretch so far before it can take no more. And a human being is far less flexible than a rubber band.
“What? What were you about to say?” asked Hogan gently. “C’mon, Will. It can’t be that bad.”
“I…er…I would like it if you kneeled by my feet at times during a session,” stated the former Kommandant quietly, waiting to be told in no uncertain terms to go to hell for daring to express such a desire.
Yet when nothing of the sort was said, he felt brave enough to continue on, albeit with an explanation. “I have had subs do it before, but I did not love them. So that makes things very different. I do not want you to ever feel uncomfortable with me. Nor do I wish to frighten you when I enter what I call ‘Dom mode’, as I enjoy the power trip that comes from that mindset. While I am always careful and considerate of my partner at all times, I usually sound cold when I issue directives to them.”
The younger officer looked at him and smiled. “Is that all? Honey, I’m not afraid of a little kneeling if it makes you happy. As far as that ‘Dom mode’ thing, I’m guessing it’s all part of the game. You’ve never been outright cold to me for no reason. Not even when I first met you, so I’m not worried about it.”
It’s still good that Will told me all of that, though, he thought. Especially since we’ve had some pretty epic misunderstandings in the past from a lack of communication!
“You are truly a rare gem, Rob,” murmured Klink. “Do you have any other questions for me before you give me your answer?”
Hogan mulled over the question for a few minutes. He really appreciated his boyfriend being upfront with him about what he liked to do. That took a lot of nerve, especially as he was sure this type of thing constituted homosexuality somehow. Not that they wouldn’t already be considered that by now anyway, mind you. Still, this entire situation would only be another nail in their proverbial coffins.
But what’s life without a little risk? he thought. This whole BDSM thing sounds like the biggest adrenaline rush of all time!
“I do, but I’d still like to give this a shot. Can we do a trial session and see how things go before I give you a final answer, though? I reserve the right to reject the idea if I find out that I don’t like it,” the American replied slowly.
The tall German nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, love. I would expect nothing less from you.”
Hallelujah! he thought. This might work out favorably after all.
Even in his wildest dreams, he would have never expected Hogan to give the whole scenario a second thought. Just the fact that his boyfriend had considered his proposition at all was enough to make him happy, though he’d be even happier if the answer were ‘yes’. If not, he could respect that. Not everyone was as strange as he was.
“So what are your questions, troublemaker? Feel free to ask whatever you want to know,” Klink informed him. “You know that you can always talk to me about anything.”
Needing the reassuring feeling that came from being over his self-appointed disciplinarian’s lap, Hogan stood up and dropped his pajama bottoms before placing himself into the familiar position. As weird as it was, he felt safe and comfortable there, like he was shielded from the harshness of realty.
The older man gave him a bewildered glance. “What are you doing, little one? I can appreciate your eagerness to have your bottom warmed, but we are not through talking yet.”
“I know, but this whole discussion just took a serious turn. And like I told you at the beginning of summer, I’d prefer to have any conversations of that nature the way I am right now. It makes me feel safe,” Hogan explained, figuring that he probably sounded like an idiot.
To his surprise, Klink chuckled. “Yes, I remember that day quite well. Yet I thought you were only joking when you said it.”
The former senior POW officer shook his head. “Nope. I think it’s kind of obvious right now that I wasn’t kidding.”
“Yes, I can see that,” the German general replied as he stroked his brat’s hair. “Though you stated prior to this that you still had some questions for me.”
Sounding slightly hesitant, Hogan said softly, “Yeah, I do. First of all, can we still keep the arrangements we’ve had all this time if I decide I want to be your sub? You know, the ones where you still give me a reminder spanking each morning? And a punishment one when I mess up?”
He blushed after he asked the last part of the question, knowing it had to sound completely stupid. Who the hell outright asked to keep an arrangement that prevented them from sitting down at times? Especially being as those ones weren’t the fun kind!
Yep, I’m definitely not right in the head. At least I had that part correct the night I first kissed Will.
Letting himself grin at his boyfriend’s chutzpah, the tall German gave him a light swat. “I would never dream of making you choose, Rob, being as I have gotten far too used to tanning your hide. This is merely something extra for us to enjoy together.”
“I’m sure you have,” Hogan replied with a smile, loving the physical reply that he’d gotten in addition to the verbal one.
“By the way, the ‘fun spankings’ you enjoy so much are known as impact play. The term is used to differentiate between punishment and ones that are enjoyable,” the former Kommandant added.
“Thanks for telling me, since I didn’t know that. So what are signal codes?” inquired the American.
“Signal codes are what a sub uses to communicate with their Dom during a session, as there is often a ‘no-talking’ rule in place. These three words are exempt from that rule, of course, as is their safe word. Green means they truly enjoy an activity and want more of it. Yellow means that they are enjoying themselves but need the intensity lessened somewhat. And red means everything comes to a total stop until the issue in question is resolved,” explained Klink.
“Like traffic lights, right?” Hogan replied. That made sense to him. Everyone knew what the traffic light colors meant!
“Exactly,” Klink confirmed, glad the younger man was catching on.
“Then what’s a safe word?” asked Hogan.
“A safe word is a term that both parties decide upon ahead of time. It is usually something off the wall, something one would never say during sex or anything else of that nature. That means words like stop, no, etcetera are always avoided,” the German responded.
His troublemaker grinned. “How about ‘banana’? They’ve always been my favorite fruit. And I’ve taken a whole new liking to them since I admitted that I liked you as more than a friend.”
“Banana it is then,” Klink replied, ignoring the disappointed expression his brat had because he hadn’t acknowledged the obvious innuendo.
“In any event, your safe word – banana – means everything we are doing at that time comes to a halt. You can use it at any time if things get to be too much for you, do not get me wrong. But once you do so, that session will be completely over with. There is a big difference between saying ‘red’ – which only pauses the session temporarily – and your safe word. Using the safe word ends said session, since it means you have reached your limit on what you can handle at that point in time,” he explained.
“Sounds simple enough,” his boyfriend said. “Is there anything else I should know?”
“Yes,” said Klink. “Assuming that you enjoy yourself tonight and would like to do it again, you can always verbally ask me to do this with you. If you do not feel as if you can do that for whatever reason, you may kneel facing the front of the wooden toy chest we have.”
“The blue oak one with the lock on it, right?” asked Hogan, making sure he had his facts correct.
“That is correct,” the former Kommandant replied. “Both the door to the room itself and the chest have a lock on it so that our nephews cannot be nosy when they come to visit. Neither of us need any uncomfortable inquiries made. If they do ask us about the room, we can say all of our military equipment – such as weapons and ammunition – are in there for safe-keeping.”
“What if they don’t buy it?” asked Hogan. He knew that kids had a thing for wanting to explore forbidden places and break the rules. So did he, despite the fact that he’d be forty next month!
Klink gave him an incredulous look. “They are both still children, Rob. It is not their place to question adults. Not unless they want to join you in having a sore behind, which I cannot see either Fritz or Hans volunteering for.”
“No!” exclaimed the younger general. “From now on, I’m the only one you get to spank. Besides, it’s not right to punish them just because they ask a few questions. Kids are supposed to be curious about things. Heck, I’m still curious about a lot of stuff too.”
“Which is why you have been in the position you are currently in more times than you can count, correct?” teased the tall German.
Yet he loved how territorial his troublemaker was, as well as his unwavering determination to keep the boys out of trouble. The selfless CO that he’d been during the war was bleeding through in that aspect.
Hogan rolled his eyes. “Aw, stuff it. You know you like having me here like this.”
“Yes, I do,” Klink responded, giving him two light swats on behalf of their nephews. “But since you feel so strongly about the idea, you can be the one who explains things if the topic arises. I am done with being ‘the heavy’ all of the time. They should know even their fierce protector is only human.”
“Thanks,” his brat deadpanned. “Make me the bad guy, why don’t you?”
“I just did,” remarked Klink in a playful voice. “But we are getting off-topic again.”
“True,” said Hogan, snapping his fingers as something occurred to him. “I’ve got an idea. Well, it’s more of a question, I guess.”
“Go ahead,” the older officer replied.
“Is there any way we can work out a nonverbal way for me to ask for punishment if I feel that I need it?” inquired the American.
“Not that I’m planning on causing trouble or anything, mind you. But that’s the thing that’s always really hard for me to come and talk to you about, because it’s the one time that I don’t enjoy being over your lap. Besides, you’re really good at making me feel sorry for myself before you ever lay a hand on me,” he admitted sheepishly.
Klink smiled. “Practice makes perfect, troublemaker. Although that is a good idea,” he said in a thoughtful voice.
He considered the layout of their playroom for a few minutes before he spoke. “How about this: do as I stated earlier if you are requesting a session. Should you feel as if you need punishment, kneel in the middle of the room – away from the chest – and face the wall. I will be able to tell immediately which one you are asking me for that way and act accordingly.”
“That sounds fair,” Hogan agreed.
The former Kommandant nodded. “Good. Being as we do not need any confusion, we will need to come up with a word that indicates both the beginning and the end of a session, respectively.”
“How about ‘mango’?” suggested his brat.
Klink stared at him for a moment before chuckling. “Are you dropping a hint that you require more fruit in your diet, Rob?”
“Maybe,” replied Hogan with a grin. “Despite being kind of messy, mangoes are pretty good too.”
So far, so good. Now comes the hard part, the tall German thought.
“You should know that when I…er…am in that mindset, I enjoy being rough with a sub. Rougher than most can handle, which is why I have only ever done so with a select few. Is that going to be an issue, love? If it is, I can attempt to scale things back somewhat,” he offered.
His boyfriend looked at him with an enthralled expression on his face. “Not a problem in the world, Will. Be as rough as you’d like. If we’re going to do this, I want the full treatment. And if you play as rough with me as you’ll ever do today, then I know anything else will either be at the same level or not as intense. I’ve got the key words I need to either stop or slow things down if I really need to.”
“That seems reasonable,” said Klink thoughtfully. He hadn’t considered that factor, but it was still a valid observation. “What are the things that are off-limits to you?”
“No drawing blood,” Hogan stated in a firm voice. “No handcuffs either. Besides having had some bad experiences with them in the past, those things also hurt my wrists. And I sincerely doubt that they make soft, fuzzy ones. However, I’d be okay with them if you had a pair, since it would feel different.”
“Agreed. I shall play as rough as I ever will with you tonight, but there will be no blood or non-fuzzy handcuffs,” chuckled his self-appointed disciplinarian. “Is there anything else?”
Shrugging, his former senior POW officer replied, “Really, nothing that would be considered torture, you know? Fire, knives, whips, that sort of thing. Other than that, I’m open to whatever direction you want to go with this. You know I trust your judgement, Will. Seeing as you refused to punish me on our last night at Stalag 13 for fear of causing permanent damage, I don’t think I need to worry about anything too weird with you.”
“Are you telling me that you want us to have an ‘open season’ type of arrangement if you enjoy yourself tonight?” inquired Klink, raising an eyebrow when he spoke. “Or did I misunderstand you?”
Nodding, Hogan said, “Why not? I like to be spontaneous. So do you, mein Kommandant, and having to discuss rules and boundaries each time would get boring pretty fast. I’d rather we both have fun and avoid any miscommunication.”
The German general replied, “I do love your sense of adventure, little one. Do you have any more questions for me regarding this subject?”
“Yes,” his brat responded impatiently. “Are we gonna sit here all night and talk like old women, or are we gonna go have some fun?”
“You are always so demanding, Rob,” Klink said in an affectionate tone, nudging his boyfriend so that he’d move. Then he stood up and stretched. “Follow me to our playroom then.”
“I’m right behind you, love,” replied Hogan, getting up and pulling up his pajama bottoms so that he wouldn’t trip on them. After that, he followed Klink up the stairs. Being as his boyfriend was incredibly graceful, he loved watching him move. Also, any chance to look his fill uninterrupted was one that he was going to take.

The trial session…
After they’d entered the room, Hogan looked around to see if there was anything new he should know about. He didn’t seem anything unusual until he looked to the left of him. There, in the corner, was a huge steel ‘X’ shaped thing that appeared to be over seven feet tall! Well, from where he was standing anyway.
Intending on checking it out, he’d only taken a few steps toward it before the older officer spoke.
“Mango,” he said, indicating the start of what would hopefully be many of these sessions together.
Hogan froze in place while he awaited further directions. He’d never done something like this before, but so far everything Klink had introduced him to had been pretty fun. Besides, he completely trusted his self-appointed disciplinarian to make sure he that didn’t get hurt.
Will must’ve just switched into the so-called ‘Dom mode’ he was talking about earlier. He did say that he usually comes off as cold when he does it, and that’s how he sounds right now. This is getting interesting already, he thought.
Klink gave him an expression that he couldn’t decipher before the first order was given. “You are to strip off your pajamas this instant. I want to see you completely naked. And after you have folded your clothing, you may set them on the floor by the wall. Then you are to kneel on the floor like you did that evening at Stalag 13. Remain that way until you are instructed otherwise. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” replied Hogan. He began to undress, the rush of being ordered about versus giving the orders giving him butterflies in his stomach.
Klink waved a hand to acknowledge that he’d heard the reply before he grabbed a few things out of the wooden chest. He wasn’t a cruel man in any way. However, he did have that slightly dark, dominant streak in him that deeply enjoyed bossing others around. Said dark streak had only been enhanced from being bossed around and manipulated in his own camp, especially by his boyfriend!
There was also a difference between being ‘mean’ and doing something that could be considered demeaning. In the latter scenario, both parties enjoyed their respective experiences. But outside of this lifestyle, he would never do such a thing to anyone.
He turned around to see Hogan in the same kneeling pose he’d assumed two nights after the war ended and nodded. He liked how submissive his troublemaker was being right now, how willing he was to let him, Wilhelm, dominate him in this aspect.
As he walked in a slow circle around Hogan, he made sure to look his former senior POW officer over carefully. Yes, he was trembling, but it didn’t appear to be from the cold. If anything, he appeared pretty eager to see what this was all about.
“Very nice, Robert,” he complemented after his inspection. “You make such a pretty sight down at my feet.”
The American looked up to meet his eyes. “Thanks.”
Klink quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair and hissed, “You do not look at me unless I tell you to, nor do you speak until you are spoken to first. And should you ask anything of me, the request must end with ‘sir’. Do you understand me?”
Hogan cast his eyes at the floor again. “Yes, sir. I understand what you’re saying.”
This was definitely a new experience. Yet he found that he really liked the forceful side of his self-appointed disciplinarian. It was a far cry from the cowering Kommandant who’d let everyone push him around!
“Good boy,” the tall German replied, releasing his hold on his brat’s hair. “Now get up and go stand by the St. Andrew’s cross. It is the item that appears to be a large X.”
“Yes sir,” Hogan responded. Then he rose to his feet and made his way to it before he looked at the floor again. He could work with the rules he’d been informed of. Yeah it was a bit strange, but so far he was having fun with this idea. Besides that, it was an interesting way to spend the evening.
And he’d told the older man that he trusted his judgement, trusted him to make sure that they had fun. So if he threw in the towel now – when all he’d done so far was kneel on the floor and have his hair pulled for a few seconds – he’d look like a liar. His boyfriend had enough self-esteem problems without him making things worse!
Klink strode over to where the younger general stood before issuing more orders. “Face the cross and line your body up with the holes. Then lift your arms and spread your legs so I may securely cuff them in place.”
“Yes sir,” repeated his troublemaker in a puzzled voice.
Cuffs? What cuffs? Where the hell do you put cuffs on a giant X? More importantly, I said no handcuffs unless they were soft and fuzzy, and I know Will wouldn’t do something that I specifically said ‘no’ to. That means he’s got to have some that I’d be okay with. But where did he find a pair of those?
He got his answers – and his first decent look at the cross – while he followed the instructions he’d been given. Up close, the St. Andrew’s cross wasn’t over seven feet tall. It was exactly the same height as him, like it’d been custom-made for his body or something.
On all four points of the X was a leather cuff with a short strap and metal buckle on the outside of it. Each cuff also had a soft, white lining on the inside that appeared to be fur. There were three head-sized holes in the cross as well, each of them spaced out slightly apart from one another.
The first one was obviously there so he could breathe and not suffocate from having his face pressed against the metal. The second hole exposed the top part of his chest, from the collarbone to the bottom of his ribcage. And he found the third one lined up with his genitals perfectly, making a type of frame for them.
While he could guess what the purpose of the other two holes were for, he had to wonder what type of weird design this was. He knew what part of his body was super-sensitive for him, but surely that wasn’t true for everyone. Right?
You’re asking us? his voice of reason piped up in a snarky tone. Your common sense and I are as just as confused as you are, Rob. I guess we’ll all find out the answers together once things progress a little bit. At least these cuffs aren’t hurting your wrists. And the fur on the inside feels really good against your skin! So don’t complain.
While he’d been lost in thought, his self-appointed disciplinarian had been busy securing his limbs into place on the cross. Due to the height of it, Hogan still remained flat-footed on the ground. He’d seen other people have to stand on tiptoe, which he’d been told hurt after a while. It could also accelerate damage to the muscles and joints if the person were too short for the equipment. And that was unacceptable to him.
Once he’d made sure his former senior POW officer wasn’t going anywhere, he walked back over to the chest and grabbed the toys he’d left on top of it. Then he walked back over and showed them to his brat.
“These are what I will use on you today, Robert. A paddle, a rubber scraper, and a pair of nipple clamps. They are adjustable in tension, of course, depending on one’s pain tolerance. As for the other two, I think you can guess what I intend to use them for,” Klink informed him with a smirk.
The paddle was long and thin, made out of a polished black wood. The clamps were made out of a gray metal with rubber tips and a wheel on one side of them. They were on a short chain of the same color, with another chain hanging from the middle of it. The middle chain had a clip of some kind on the end of it too. As for the rubber scraper, it definitely looked solid. It was a pretty interesting lineup when he thought about it.
Hogan stared at the three things in his boyfriend’s hands, sucking in a sharp breath and licking his lips. While he’d never experienced any of them before, they all sounded like a lot of fun. Then again, he hadn’t been asked for his opinion on them either. He’d only been given information. Being as he was still willing to give the whole concept a fair chance, he silently nodded his acceptance of them and smiled.
Klink returned it and stated, “You are doing a fine job for your first time being a submissive. Keep it up.”
“Thank you, sir. I will,” replied Hogan obediently.
“Good,” said the tall German before he walked around to the back of the cross. Then he swung the paddle three times, making sure to land all of the blows on his brat’s buttcheeks.
Hogan gasped at both the feel of the blows and the pleasurable ache they caused in his rear end. The feeling was as if the solidness of the hairbrush and the area coverage of the ruler had somehow merged together. I think this might be my new favorite implement!
Hearing the gasp, Klink walked back around to the front of the cross. “Did you enjoy that, my little masochist? Or is it too much for you?”
The younger man nodded and grinned. “I liked it a lot, sir. That’s a definite green.”
“I had hoped it would be,” teased the former Kommandant. He could tell by the look in Hogan’s eyes that he was telling the truth, which caused him to smile before he became serious again. “Now hold still so I can put these clamps on you.”
Klink turned the small wheel on the side of the clamp before testing it on his fingertip. He wanted to be sure they weren’t too tight, after all. Once he was satisfied they wouldn’t hurt his troublemaker – well, not too much anyhow – he pulled on his boyfriend’s nipples to make them stiff so that the clamps would hold. Then he put them on one at a time.
Hogan let out a happy sigh when the older man played with the sensitive area in question. The sigh turned into a groan when he felt the first one squeeze his nipple. The pressure felt amazing! The feeling only got better when the second one was put on, causing him to shudder briefly and become officially half-hard.
His self-appointed disciplinarian gave him a wicked grin before he attached the clip on the end of the middle chain to a metal loop, which was at the top of the cross but on the other side of it. He could see his brat was still enjoying himself by both his expressions and the way he arched his back. And the chain only added more pressure yet, which elicited another groan from Hogan.
“Please, sir. Can you make them a little tighter?” he inquired politely.
Normally he would’ve been upset with Hogan for forgetting the honorific in his question, but Klink was too busy enjoying his reactions to everything to do so this time. “Wait a few minutes, Robert. You need to get used to them first before I consider your request.”
Then he picked up the paddle again and gave Hogan a few more swats with it, stopping when he heard the American’s voice again.
“Please make them tighter. Please, sir,” his boyfriend requested. He’d jerked against the chain in pleasure when the paddle had struck his butt again, the sudden movement making him fully erect.
“Alright, I suppose I can do that. At least you appear to be having fun,” replied the German officer as he tightened the clamps somewhat. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Hogan’s member, loving the soft mewl he got in return.
“Ohhhh, yes sir. I’m having a lot of fun,” the younger general eagerly. The rough pad of Klink’s thumb had been a stark contrast to the soft head, which made him jerk against the chain yet again.
“I am glad,” replied the former Kommandant, giving him a kiss before he picked up the scraper. Then he proceeded to swat his brat’s rear end and the backs of his thighs with it a few times. Hey, he’d always loved the sound that the rubber made against bare flesh.
As for Hogan, he liked the smacking feel of the tool against his skin. It was sharp and stingy while also feeling thuddy. Really, the scraper reminded him somewhat of a rubber hairbrush. He writhed and moaned, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Enjoying the limited jerks that the American could make in his present state, Klink picked up the paddle again. Then he spanked Hogan’s behind with it for quite some time. While he wasn’t doing it to punish his former senior POW officer, the tall German knew that he liked the extreme level of impact play he was experiencing. He’d shown that much before by both his words and actions.
Hogan alternated between moaning and making sounds of pain while the wooden tool rapidly made his butt sore. The paddle was only a slightly less harsh implement than the belt, so he knew he’d be standing up for a few days again once Klink had finished lighting his tail on fire. That hadn’t been an issue he’d had to worry about since the night the war ended!
But the difference between what he was experiencing now and what he’d suffered that night was he hadn’t enjoyed that pain at all. That had been an honest-to-God punishment, not something that had been doled out just because he’d shot off at the mouth.
In comparison, this pain was designed to give him pleasure instead. And he already knew that when he finally came, it was going to be very intense.
The entire time he was delivering swats, Klink made sure that his brat was enjoying himself at all times. Hogan hadn’t used his safe word – he hadn’t so much as said ‘yellow’ to anything that’d been done to him – but he also knew that the younger general liked to push himself beyond what he could handle.
He’d admitted that himself earlier in the evening. And if he deemed that things were getting too intense, he would end the session irregardless of what either of them wanted. After all, his boyfriend’s safety came first. As the Dom in this scenario, it was his job to make sure things didn’t spiral out of control.
When he felt that it wouldn’t be safe to continue on with the paddle any longer, he switched it out for the rubber scraper. Then he stood to the side to deliver a few more swats to his brat’s rear end. The position also made it easy for him to tease the American via the holes in the cross.
It was obvious by the stiff erection Hogan had been sporting since they’d begun the session that he was having a wonderful time. Hell, Klink had the same issue. He was enjoying the tormented – yet joyful – cries that the younger general was making.
Now that his bottom was well-tenderized by what he’d gotten so far in the way of swats, the former senior POW officer could feel the kitchen tool being used to spank him a lot more than he’d been able to before. It caused him to howl and shriek in anguish, but also to push his butt out so that his self-appointed disciplinarian could reach him a little easier. Not that he was able to move that much, mind you, but it was the thought that counted!
The older man grinned evilly when he saw what his troublemaker was doing. He’d been a Dominant before now to those who liked various levels of pain, but he’d never met a masochist on Hogan’s level before. So he smiled and obliged the unspoken request. He also granted the multiple pleas of “More please, sir!” that he heard fall from his brat’s lips.
The entire time Hogan was cuffed to the cross, he was doing everything in his power to drive his boyfriend crazy with lust. And the best part was that he was unable to do anything about it! Klink grabbed the American’s cock in his hand and jerked it roughly whenever he wanted to, making sure to randomly tug on the chain of the clamps at times. He also made sure to completely stop on occasion to nibble on his, Hogan’s, neck and/or outright kiss him. In addition to that, the former Kommandant fondled him once or twice.
In between doing those things, he’d switched to delivering the remainder of the swats to the back of his troublemaker’s thighs, though he couldn’t give as many to that area since it wasn’t as padded. By the time he finished, Hogan’s butt was bruised all over. And even though he was sweating from moving around almost constantly for the last forty minutes – from both being spanked and teased – the younger general had the biggest grin on his face.
Meanwhile, Hogan had decided that there was something to this BDSM business after all. He wasn’t too sure if he was in pleasurable agony or agonized pleasure, but he supposed that it didn’t really matter either way. He also knew that if he died right now, he’d have no regrets about how he died.
Yet Klink was driving him up the wall from how turned on he was making him, Robert. The older man had made sure to assault what felt like every part of his body in his erotic attack. His cock, his balls, his nipples, his mouth and his behind…somehow all of his pleasure senses were being triggered at once.
Based off of that, he knew that if he hadn’t been securely cuffed to the cross, his legs would’ve given out from underneath him. The intensity alone would’ve seen to that. Though he could’ve put a stop their session at any given time, he was having too much fun to stop.
And besides, he hadn’t gone through all of this to wuss out now. If I stop now, Wilhelm will never offer me the chance to experience this again. And he’ll feel bad about ‘hurting me’ too, even though I asked him to be the roughest that he’d ever be with me tonight. That means he’ll never do anything to top what he’s doing to me right now.
Then he felt the various sensations come to halt. He blinked, trying to clear the sweat from his eyes. “More…sir. Please, I…want some…more…sir,” he panted.
“Oh, you shall receive some more,” Klink said silkily. Then he gave the American general a smile and added, “Just not of the same thing. It is time that you serviced me now.”
He undid the cuffs, making sure he stood nearby Hogan to catch him if need be. The last thing he wanted was for his brat to fall and injure himself. Yet if he didn’t know better, he’d say his boyfriend was an experienced sub from how he handled the dismount.
While many people would have immediately tried to let go and lost their balance as a result, Hogan was different. He made sure to hold onto the cross and tested the muscles in his legs before letting go of it.
Then he wiped the sweat from his eyes and focused on catching his breath. But he also kept his eyes on the floor – like he’d been told to do earlier – the entire time as well. That was something many newbies didn’t remember to do once they got this far into the game.
“Good boy,” said the German general. He was beyond pleased with how the younger man was conducting himself so far. “Very, very good indeed.”
“Thank you, sir,” Hogan replied, the smile on his face bright enough to light up the sky.
“Now you are to kneel on the floor right where you are, Robert. Make sure you rest your bottom against your heels again as you did that night. I want you to feel the pain in your behind that I have caused,” Klink ordered.
“Yes, sir. Do you have any other special instructions I need to know about, sir?” asked the American officer as he got down on his knees again.
His self-appointed disciplinarian nodded, surprised that the younger man had thought to ask. “Yes, I do. I want you to keep your knees wide enough to display yourself to me while you are down there. As a matter of fact, you will do that any time I order you to kneel unless I tell you otherwise. That way I can view the effect I have on your body. And no, those orders do not change if you were kneeling and crawled somewhere either, as you would simply resume your previous position upon stopping.”
Hogan obeyed the order, a ripple of pleasure occurring from how demanding the former Kommandant was showing himself to be. The action hid nothing, confirming that he’d remained quite turned on by all of this.
The tall German gazed hungrily at the beautiful sight at his feet and licked his lips. Had there ever been a better piece of eye candy in his life than Hogan was right now? He couldn’t remember, but he didn’t think so.
And anyway, who cared? His boyfriend was all that he needed to make him hot and bothered. That ultimate show of submission – and the knowledge of what Hogan had consented to let him, Wilhelm, do to him tonight – was almost enough to make him lose it right there.
Hogan saw the look that the older man was giving him and sighed softly. The promise of passion later on caused a certain part of him to twitch, being as he knew that the smoldering expression Klink had was all for him.
“Stay there,” the German officer stated before he walked over to the bed. If he wasn’t careful, he wasn’t going to last long enough to get anything done. And the soft sound he’d heard from his brat wasn’t helping that either! Nor was the movement he’d seen from Hogan’s member.
“Yes sir,” his former senior POW officer replied. Being as he was looking down at the floor, he wasn’t quite sure where Klink was going. What he did know was that his rear end was definitely on fire. The pressure of his heels digging into it only amplified the feeling, making him groan in return.
Just hold off for a few more minutes, Wilhelm. After that, you can find release, he thought as he sat down on the bed. He could see the enraptured expression on Hogan’s face from there too, which caused a soft groan of his own to slip out.
“It is time for you to show your appreciation for this unique experience. Crawl over here and take of this for me,” the older general stated, motioning to his erection.
Hogan inhaled sharply, already anticipating being able to explore his boyfriend once more. “Yes, sir. I’d be happy to do that for you.”
Then he crawled over to the former Kommandant and knelt between his legs, displaying himself once more. He touched the polished jackboots and requested, “May I have permission to take these and your pants off, sir?”
“Yes, you may. Very good,” replied Klink. He hadn’t thought to give the American instructions on how to ask if he wanted to physically do something – versus merely making a verbal request – but it seemed like he’d figured it out all on his own. Not that he should’ve been surprised by that. He’d already known Hogan was a quick study, soaking up knowledge like a dry sponge absorbed water.
“Thank you, sir,” the younger man responded.
He made quick work of the boots, placing them carefully on their sides – and out of his way – before working on the uniform pants. Once he’d managed to get them off, he neatly folded them and set the clothing item on top of the boots.
The tall German observed the eagerness his troublemaker showed at undressing him and the way he handled both the pants and boots. He also took a moment to appreciate the lovely sight a naked, kneeling and erect Hogan made once more before issuing further instructions.
“Your task now is to bring about my release using your mouth. Only your mouth, so you are not allowed to use your hands in any way,” Klink told him, feeling like he’d burst if he couldn’t find some kind of relief soon. “Do you understand me?”
Hogan smiled and replied, “Yes sir. In that case, may I have permission to brace my hands on your thighs for balance, sir?”
“No, you may not. Keep the rest of your body in the position you are currently in. I want to observe your technique,” stated the German officer.
“Yes sir,” his brat said. Okay, that would make his job somewhat harder than he’d planned on. Yet this was still the best part of all.
With a bit of difficulty, he lowered his head and did as he was told. Then he experimented with various positions and pressures using his mouth and tongue. While it would’ve been easier for him to do if Klink wasn’t so well-endowed, he was having a fine time playing with and getting to know his boyfriend’s body. He also took it as a challenge to see how fast he could accomplish his task.
The older officer moaned, fighting to hold still. He didn’t want to choke the American with unexpected movements. Yet said American had excellent oral skills, making it hard to resist doing just that. Then he threaded his slender hand through the younger man’s hair to grip it.
There also were a few times when he had to slow his troublemaker down before he orgasmed too quickly. He wanted to enjoy the experience, damnmit, but Hogan was too skilled at doing this! Even so, it felt marvelous.
“Ahhhhh, keep doing what you are doing. Yes, very good, Robert. You are doing – ohhhhh, just like that.” Klink told him in an encouraging voice.
Hogan grinned as he continued to bob his head up and down. “Thank you, sir,” he mumbled.
Unfortunately for the former Kommandant’s self-control, the younger man happened to have his mouth over the head when he’d spoken. The vibrations on the over-sensitized area granted Klink his release, during which Hogan eagerly took care of things so there wouldn’t be a mess. Then he made sure to resume his prior position.
It took all of his willpower not to restrain Hogan on the cross again and tease him until he begged for mercy, but the German general somehow managed it. “Good boy. You are getting quite good at fellatio,” he remarked.
“Thank you, sir,” replied Hogan.
He’d enjoyed pleasuring his self-appointed disciplinarian like that, which was pretty obvious as it’d turned him on even more. By now his cock was so hard that it ached right along with his rear end. Still, he knew it wouldn’t help matters if he focused on that right now.
“Get up on the bed and lie on your back,” Klink ordered.
His former senior POW officer nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.”
He got to his feet and carefully sat down, yelping at the level of pain his butt was in. And being as he had to put even more of his weight on his sore behind to do it, lying down was interesting as well. Then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to look at Klink unless he was directed to do so.
That presented a conundrum, since there weren’t many places he could focus on without meeting his boyfriend’s eyes in some way. He ran the options through his mind quickly, finally opting to stare at the ceiling instead.
The German general almost laughed at Hogan’s on-the-spot ingenuity regarding where his gaze should fall. He hadn’t given him directions regarding this situation either, but it appeared that his brat’s reputation for thinking off-the-cuff was well-deserved.
“Look me in the eyes,” Klink growled. “And do not look away until I give you permission to do so or until I end the session.”
“Yes sir,” replied Hogan. I wish he’d told me that earlier. It would’ve saved me a lot of trouble!
As his brown eyes met a pair of blue ones, the former Kommandant reached out and lightly tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. The action made him gasp as the older man roughly squeezed the shaft of his member once.
“Never forget who the boss is in this relationship. Do you understand me?” Klink demanded.
Hogan nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You are to give yourself some relief now, Robert, and do not break eye contact with me while you do it. I am going to sit back and enjoy the show,” said the tall German.
“Yes sir,” repeated the American. Then he began to play with himself, his hands flying over his body while he triggered his own hot spots.
He was used to closing his eyes when he did this sort of thing, so keeping eye contact with anyone was a strange feeling. Hell, being watched felt a little odd too. Yet he could see Klink’s eyes shifting slightly, and it dawned on him that his boyfriend was observing what spots he considered extra-sensitive on himself.
And when the other officer saw that Hogan had realized what he was doing, he gave the younger man an evil grin before loosening the nipple clamps just slightly. Between the look of desire that he’d seen flash across Klink’s face – and how turned on he already was – it took almost no time at all for him to orgasm.
He screamed in pleasure after the former Kommandant jerked off the clamps, the sudden pain making his release a lot more intense. The complete return of the blood flow to his nipples made him moan again and ripped a second climax from him. He bucked his hips frantically while it was happening, completely ignoring the pain in his rear end while he did it.
Klink chuckled and kept a mess from happening until it was over. Then he said “Mango,” thereby ending the session. He licked his lips afterwards, loving the pumpkin pie flavor before he gave his boyfriend a kiss.
“Did you have fun, love? I do hope that I was not too rough with you, but what you just experienced would be the most intense things would ever get between us,” he stated.
He only hoped that he hadn’t scared Hogan off of the idea permanently! Yet he’d also forgotten how good it felt to dominate somebody in that way again. And he hadn’t said any kind of signal code except the one time, which had been ‘green’. So there was still a chance that this could work.
“Heck yeah! More please, sir,” his troublemaker slurred. Then he closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep from exhaustion.
With a laugh, Klink covered the two of them up before wrapping his arms around Hogan. Since his troublemaker’s bottom was pressed up against his groin, he could feel the heat radiating from it. He also knew that it’d surely hurt the younger general a great deal come the morning.
Well, at least Rob enjoyed himself, Klink mused.
He rested his head on top of Hogan’s and closing his eyes. Despite everything else, he was satisfied at wearing his former senior POW officer out yet again. He even had a surprise planned for the American if he woke up first.

The results are in…
The German officer woke up the next morning and stretched. He’d gotten a good night’s sleep holding his boyfriend in his arms the previous evening. Based off what he’d woken up to, his troublemaker had as well. The moment he’d opened his eyes, he’d found Hogan wrapped around him like a starfish with his face nestled in his, Wilhelm’s, neck.
When did he roll over and do that? More importantly, how did doing so not hurt him?
They’d fallen asleep with his brat being the little spoon, the one being held. Yet now their positions were reversed. Klink took a moment to appreciate how peaceful and innocent Hogan looked in his sleep before stifling a laugh at the thought. My troublemaker is anything but innocent!
He slowly de-tangled himself from his boyfriend and stood up, noticing that they were both still nude. Given the fact that both of them normally wore pajamas to bed, that was highly unusual. But they’d fallen asleep like this more than once. It made him wonder if they should quit wearing nightclothes altogether, since it would make things easier on them in the long run. Not to mention it’d be less laundry to do.
“Come back to bed, love,” Hogan mumbled sleepily. Then he reached out in his sleep and briefly grabbed at the air before dropping his arms.
Klink smiled at the cute scene he’d just witnessed. Completely unguarded in his slumber, his brat looked years younger than he actually was. The former Kommandant supposed this was what he’d looked like all the time before the stress of the war had occurred. And he knew Hogan had said before that he was a light sleeper when they’d previously talked about it.
Yet that must’ve been out of necessity, seeing as he hadn’t been since they’d lived together. Or even in the hotel room in London, now that he thought about it. Klink himself had been a light sleeper out of necessity as well. But he was so relaxed around his troublemaker that he’d slept like a log once the war had ended. That had been the main reason that Hogan had been able to catch him unawares while he was in the twilight zone last month!
Ah, yes! I meant to deliver a little payback for that if I woke up first.
He wondered if he’d have to do anything to jump-start the process or if Hogan had the same issue he did in the mornings. He was assuming that his former senior POW officer did, unless he had a medical issue or something like that. A quick glance down confirmed that no jump-start was needed, causing the German general to smirk evilly.
Time for a bit of fun, he thought.
He carefully got back onto the bed and into a good position before debating what would be the best spot to attack first. The goal was to have Hogan turned on enough that he’d be unable to push him away once he was fully awake.
Finally, he decided to wing it. It always worked well for his soon-to-be victim of pleasure, so it might work for him too.
The American awoke that morning to find out two things: he had a worse case of morning wood than normal, and Klink was giving him what he liked to call ‘oral support’. He was used to having an erection first thing in the morning. That was nothing unusual for him. However, he was not used to being rousted like this. He normally woke up first and was on his guard before the older man got up for the day.
Man, a guy can’t even sleep through the night without worrying about his boyfriend waking him with a blow-job the next morning. Wait, why am I complaining about that?
“Will! What do you – ohhhhh – think you’re – ahhhhh – doing?” he asked.
Klink rolled his eyes upward to watch the mix of emotions cross his brat’s face. “I should think that was obvious, love. But do not fret, for I will help you figure it out.”
Despite the question he’d asked, Hogan was enjoying himself immensely. After all, his self-appointed disciplinarian was talented at this sort of thing. And he had to admit that it felt really good. Yet what he really wanted to know was what had spurred the former Kommandant into doing this for him?
“Not that I don’t – ohhhhh – appreciate the thought and all, love, but – mmmm – what brought this on?” he gritted out, managing to squirm only slightly.
The German officer shrugged. “Revenge is best served whilst you are asleep, Rob.”
The younger general moaned before asking, “Don’t you mean best served cold?”
“No, I am aware of what I said. But are you really going to argue with me when I am giving you some pleasure in this manner?” Klink inquired. After he said it, he grazed his teeth along the head of Hogan’s member to gently nip at the frenulum.
Shaking his head, Hogan said, “Can’t argue with you – God, Will!” he cried out. “Yes!”
“I take it you have no more complaints?” teased Klink.
He made sure to tease and frustrate his boyfriend in every way that he could think of, loving the mewling sounds that his troublemaker made when he was exceptionally turned on. He also loved hearing him beg and plead while he squirmed around. And sure enough, Hogan did just that after a few minutes of the erotic assault on his body.
“No, but – ahhhhh! Please,” begged the American. “It’s too early for this sort of thing, and – yesssss!” he hissed, the protest morphing into a happy sound. “Stop teasing me!”
Klink took his time where he was at, thoroughly enjoying watching Hogan squirm around like a worm on a hook. Like he’d said to his former senior POW officer before, he found it entertaining to watch.
“You still sound like you are protesting to me, little one. Perhaps you would like it better if I focused on a different part of you?” he asked, trailing his hand slowly up Hogan’s chest to his pecs.
After seeing and feeling where it was headed, the younger man protested, “No, no! Please not that, love!” Then he felt Klink’s talented tongue work its magic and groaned, “Mmmm, yes.”
“Dear me, it would seem that you cannot make up your mind. You have answered both no and yes to my question. Fear not, since I will make the decision for you,” his self-appointed disciplinarian said playfully. Then he inched his slender fingers towards his goal, taking the time to relish the mind game he was playing.
Hogan shook his head and cried out, “Nein! Bitte, Will!”
“I love it when you speak my native tongue instinctively, Rob. But you do not have to beg in order for me to touch you. All you had to do was ask,” replied Klink, grinning wickedly. Then he tweaked one nipple and licked a line up the shaft with his tongue.
“Aaagh, please! You’re always so mean to – no, wait! I didn’t mean it, I swear!” his brat said, cutting himself off mid-sentence after seeing the tall German’s hand hover over his other nipple. “I promise I didn’t mean what I was gonna say!”
“Are you certain of that?” the older man inquired, lowering his hand toward the area in question slowly as if he would do it.
“Yes, yes!” Hogan responded with a frantic nod. “Ohhhhh, yes.”
“Are you one hundred percent certain?” teased Klink, lowering his hand some more.
“Yes!” squeaked his troublemaker. “I’m sure. I’m even one hundred and ten percent sure, love!”
“Somebody seems to have forgotten my title more than onnnnnce,” the German officer sang out. “Naturally, you must be punished for that.”
Hogan squealed in pleasure when Klink tweaked the other one, his eyes widening when his boyfriend brought his other hand up to join in on the fun. “No, I didn’t! Your title is ‘sir’.”
He could see Klink smirking at him and added, “See, I told you I remembered it. Now stop teasing me like this! Either give me some relief or let me get rid of my problem on my own, but please, sir! Show a little mercy.”
“Hmm, are you making demands of me, little one?” the former Kommandant pondered, bringing his hands a little closer in towards Hogan’s chest. “That will not do at all. Perhaps you need another lesson?”
Oh yes, this was definitely a fun mind game that he was playing. Revenge is indeed a sweet dish, he mused.
“Me? Make demands? Ohhhh, no way!” the American responded, moaning and thrashing about on the bed like a madman. “Ahhhhh, it was just a suggestion, sir! Really, it was!”
Shit, he hadn’t been prepared for this type of teasing before he’d even started the day! Even though he was having fun, it’d still been unexpected.
“Then relax and enjoy my revenge for last month, you stubborn brat. And my appreciation for you trusting me last night as well,” Klink declared.
He could stay here and play all day, but he knew Hogan wasn’t a patient man. Come to think of it, neither was he. And he didn’t want his boyfriend to hurt himself from all the moving around he was doing at the moment. So he upped his game and focused on granting Hogan the release that he needed.
The younger man alternated between panting, groaning, moaning and gasping while the German meretriciously worked him over. He couldn’t deny that it felt incredible. Yet there was still something that he had to say.
“Sir, it wasn’t hard for me to – ahhhhh! Oh God, yes! Yes, Wilhelm, yes!” he wailed.
What he’d been about to say had been cut off when Hogan felt his body spasm and shake. Klink had successfully brought about another climax for him, and he could feel everything he was releasing being swallowed.
Once he was done with that, the older officer laid his head on the pillow next to his troublemaker and nestled his head in his boyfriend’s neck. “Gute morgen, love,” he said, letting out a chuckle.
“Good morning to you too, honey. And I’d say it’s definitely one now,” Hogan told him, wearing a smile on his face that the devil couldn’t have wiped off. “What were you talking about before when you mentioned revenge? And trusting you?”
“Oh, that.” Klink lifted his head long enough to look at the younger general and licked his lips. “First of all, you are sinfully delicious. I could do this every day with you – for the rest of my life – and never be bored.”
“Thanks,” replied his former senior POW officer as he smiled. “Now you know why I always like doing that to you, being as I feel the same way when I bring you that type of pleasure. But you were saying?”
After nestling his head in Hogan’s neck again, his self-appointed disciplinarian explained what he’d meant. “You saw fit to awaken me in this manner last month, Rob. You teased and tormented me when I was still asleep, until I barely knew my own name once I woke up.”
“For the record, your first name is Wilhelm. Do you need a reminder of your middle and last name too?” his troublemaker asked in a sassy tone. “Because I – hey! No fair.”
Klink had run one hand down their bodies to touch his member again, making it twitch when it sensed another opportunity to play. “Very funny, brat. And it was perfectly fair. I can tease you some more to prove it if you would like.”
“No, no, I’m good for right now. Are you always this bossy in the morning?” inquired Hogan. Then he ran his fingers up and down his boyfriend’s back, exploring the scars and the muscles there.
“Love, I am this bossy all of the time,” Klink explained. “Which brings me to my second point, and the answer to your second question as well. I was showing my appreciation regarding your willingness to place your trust in me last night. You did not have a clue what BDSM entailed when you said you would be willing to do a trial session with me. Not really, anyhow. And yet you trusted me to be rougher than I have been before with you.”
The younger general sighed. “You explained the basics to me. I figured you had it covered from there, Will. I know you well enough to be sure that you wouldn’t even suggest it to me, not unless you knew for sure what you were doing. Like I told my mom: I trust you utterly with anything and everything that I have, up to and including my life. A little pain wasn’t going to faze me.”
“I do recall you saying that. Which was an incredible endorsement, by the way. But you passed out immediately afterwards the prior evening, Rob. I though perhaps I had overdone it in some way,” replied the tall German.
He had a puzzled expression on his face and a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. He was also wondering why Hogan would’ve fallen asleep so quickly if it wasn’t due to his actions.
Maybe I really was too rough. Perhaps Rob just does not want to admit it because he thinks he will hurt my feelings? Yes, that was a likely scenario.
“I assure you that nothing will change between us if this lifestyle is not for you. I know of some people who only do the kink aspect without anything sexual between them, and I can do that with one of them to fulfill this need if you did not like it,” Klink informed him.
Hogan growled possessively at the very idea of his boyfriend so much as looking at someone else. Carefully, he pushed himself to his knees, letting out a hiss of pain from his sore behind. Then he sat atop the older man and looked him in the eye.
“First of all, I wouldn’t be okay with that. I told you before that I don’t share with anyone and I meant it. Not for love, sex, kink or anything else. Yet the point is moot because I really liked what you did to me last night. No, scratch that. I loved it. My butt hasn’t been this sore since the night I received the belt and the hairbrush within a two-day time frame,” he stated.
He noticed the look he was getting and expanded his explanation. “Though it feels wonderful, love. As a matter of fact, I can’t wait until I completely heal up so we can do this again. I’m also one hundred percent on board with the idea with being your sub if this is what you meant we’d be doing.”
Smiling, he added, “I’d be honored if you called me yours in that way. I also felt like I was high at one point – as if I couldn’t feel any pain at all – only to experience a weird drop afterwards.”
The former Kommandant smiled. “Are you certain of that, little one? You would let me claim you in such a way?”
His brat nodded. “Yep, I sure would. But you’ve got a funny look on your face all of a sudden. What’s on your mind?”
“I was just thinking about some aspects that the more detailed people in the lifestyle follow. I am not that deep into it to follow such protocol, but there are those that do,” replied Klink.
“Like what?” Hogan asked curiously.
“Many things,” the German general chuckled. He loved his former senior POW officer’s eagerness to learn and explore everything around him so much! “Things like parties – by invitation only, of course – strict regulations on day to day activities, and collaring ceremonies. I am certain that there is much more, but I never wanted to know more than that.”
The American thought it over and frowned. “I don’t think I’d like the first two at all, but what’s a collaring ceremony? Is that like putting a collar on a dog?”
“No, love. It is a ceremony when a Dominant ‘officially’ claims their chosen submissive as theirs. Collars come in many shapes and sizes. Some subs do wear an actual dog collar, while others wear a special necklace or ring to signify that they are…well, the proper term is ‘owned’,” Klink informed him before he blushed.
He got the blush under control before he added, “But I do not like that term, nor have I ever seen the point in something like that. Not that I have ever had a submissive of my very own, mind you. I only practiced on other subs – to learn and hone my skills – with their Dom’s permission.”
“Why not? You just never found anyone you liked well enough or what?” asked Hogan. This stuff was definitely interesting to hear about, so he was drawn into the subject despite himself.
“Yes and no,” the older officer replied with a shrug. “I have never had a sub of my own, as I said. And I did not think anyone would ever be willing to commit to me like that, even if I had wanted to. The whole issue of homosexuality aside, I know I am not the most attractive person in the world. And –”
“You’re handsome to me, Will,” the younger man interrupted firmly before he planted a kiss on Klink’s lips. “Not to mention sexy, so screw what everybody else thinks. I love you just the way you are.”
His boyfriend returned the kiss, smiling faintly. “Do you truly mean that, Rob?” he inquired softly.
He still had a hard time believing that someone who looked like Hogan would choose him above everybody else out there. And his father hadn’t helped boost the low self-esteem he’d started out with either. He’d chosen to belittle his son instead of building his confidence.
Hogan nodded. “Yeah, I do. Look, I’m not trying to brag or anything, but I’ve had women throw themselves at me left and right since I joined the military. I could’ve picked any one of them to settle down with after the war if I’d wanted to. But I picked you. I love you, Wilhelm, not anybody else. And their loss – the fact that they can’t see past what they consider ‘average looking’ – is my gain. After all, looks will always fade eventually. But a decent personality lasts until the day you die. Seeing as I’m in this for the long haul with you, that’s what matters to me.”
He gave his self-appointed disciplinarian a knowing glance. “Do you think I’d let just anyone impede my ability to sit down on a regular basis? I told you at the end of last year that you’re the only one I trust to do that to me. What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m serious about our relationship, Will? Walk naked down the street with a sign around my neck saying it?”
Klink laughed at both the mental image he’d gotten and the frustrated expression that his brat had on his face. “Er, no. You would be arrested for indecent exposure, which means that I would have to bail you out of jail. And then I would thoroughly tan your hide once we got home for acquiring a criminal record. You would not sit down for quite a long time if you pulled a stunt like that, I can assure you.”
His former senior POW officer’s expression switched to one of triumph. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. If anybody else said that to me, I’d beat the crap out of them for threatening me. But with you? That’s par for the course with us.”
He shrugged and added, “If you think about it, events always unfold the same way: I mess up somehow, so you tell me what you’re punishing me for before you do it. Then I object for whatever reason, followed by you reaffirming that you’re only doing it because you care about me. You light my tail on fire, I apologize to you afterwards and you forgive me. And finally, I have trouble sitting down for a few days before it’s over with and forgotten about. You don’t drag the problem up and throw it in my face a few days later.”
“You make everything sound so simple, troublemaker,” the German officer remarked. Yet he was beginning to cheer up after that accurate summary of how things always went with them.
“That’s because it is,” replied Hogan. “To anybody else, it’d be really strange. Or worse yet, I’d get told all this BS about how ‘you’re abusing me, I should leave you’, etcetera. But see, nobody else understands how we operate. They don’t know that I need that discipline from you in my life to stay on the straight and narrow. They don’t know that this is the most peaceful I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And they don’t know that you’ve managed to tame the wild child that my parents told you I was. Well, mostly,” he added. “How can anyone judge what they don’t understand?”
“Very true,” Klink allowed, a full smile returning to his face at last. “You do have a way with words, love.”
“Thank you. Now, can I lay back down beside you? Or do I need to sit here all day to prove my point? I wanted to look you in the eyes while I talked, but I’d rather be in your arms instead. And my butt really does hurt,” the American confessed.
“Feel free to lay in my arms anytime,” replied the former Kommandant in a serious tone. “I would rather have you there anyhow. At least I know you are not out causing mischief when I am holding you in such a way.”
“Okay, you’ve got a point there,” Hogan responded as he laid down next to the older general again. Then he placed one of his boyfriend’s slender hands on top of his head and asked, “Now, can you tell me why I felt like I was high during that session, only to feel that weird drop afterwards?”
“That rapid drop you experienced is called sub-drop,” Klink said. He smiled and stroked his brat’s hair while he explained the term. “After an intense play session, sub-drop can sap all the energy from your body rather quickly. That is probably why you passed out so soon. Yet I had forgotten the term for it until you said, ‘weird drop’, thinking perhaps I had been too rough on you.”
Hogan arched his back and sighed contentedly. He loved the feel of having his hair played with quite a bit, and this was one of those times where his self-appointed disciplinarian’s light touch felt really good versus ticklish.
“I know this won’t change anything, but I’m gonna say it anyway: you weren’t too rough on me. You could’ve even been a tad rougher, since I was having a great time. And you had me panting like I’d run a race without me ever setting a foot outside,” he pointed out.
“Sorry, Rob. What you got is as rough as I will ever be with you during a session,” Klink replied firmly. “In answer to your other question, that feeling of being high is called ‘sub-space’. In sub-space, I am told that you feel only euphoria, not that I have ever experienced it myself. And not everyone can get to that point either. It takes a talented Dominant to trigger it for their submissive. Even those who can achieve it cannot do so each time.”
His troublemaker nodded. “I already figured that, but I wanted to let you know anyway for information’s sake. Though it’s kind of strange that you’re telling me people can’t always do it every time. I mean, I always have. Any time you’ve spanked me to tears, I’ve always felt like I was high. That’s why I was so mad when you didn’t want to punish me that night at Stalag 13. Don’t you remember? I told you I was like a junkie who needed a fix.”
The German general stared at his boyfriend in disbelief for a moment before grinning. “Well, well. It appears that we have found a new talent of mine. Thank you for letting me know, little one. I feel a lot better now.”
“You’re welcome, love,” Hogan responded. “So where’d you get that St. Andrew’s cross? I don’t know much about this lifestyle yet, but it looks like it was custom-made for me.”
“That is because it was,” Klink told him. “A friend of mine in the Abwehr – who happens to be a submissive – custom-made the cross via my specifications. You see, he owns a store specializing in selling adult items as a side business. And those who have a special code are shown a secret catalog they can purchase certain items from. The code is to prevent him from being betrayed to the authorities and arrested.”
He chuckled when a surprised expression crossed the American’s face. “I had felt confident that you would like the idea, based off of how you have acted with me so far. Especially once I found out that you were a masochist. I am glad that I was not wrong.”
His former senior POW officer sighed. “That explains a lot, now that I think about it. Though it had to have cost a fortune!”
“Your point is?” the older man inquired. “It is not like I have an active social life where I go out on dates every evening. Even if I did, it is my money to spend as I please.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to buy such expensive stuff for me, Will. I’m not worth that kind of moolah,” Hogan stated. “Trust me, I don’t need any fancy gestures or anything like that to know that you love me. I’m already well aware of that fact.”
Klink rubbed the younger general’s back like he’d done in the past when he spoke. “Yet I wanted to spend it on you, Rob. You are absolutely worth it to me. And your safety always comes first, so if I wanted to do this with you, I needed to be sure that I had the proper equipment for it. Some things are not safe for one to improvise on.”
Then he gave his brat a passionate kiss. “As for extravagant gestures, have you forgotten everything that you have done for me since the war ended, troublemaker? You are hardly in a position to preach to me about that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Will. I’m totally innocent,” remarked Hogan after their kiss had ended, looking up at his boyfriend with a smile.
“Now that is the biggest whopper of all time,” teased his self-appointed disciplinarian.
“Aww, that hurts. I think I might be offended, love,” the younger officer teased back.
Klink smirked and gave him another kiss, touching his boyfriend’s member again while he did so. “Are you through being offended yet? If not, I can easily fix that for you.”
“Given the fact that you’ll off me from too many orgasms if I say anything but yes, I’m gonna say that I’m no longer offended,” his troublemaker replied dramatically.
The former Kommandant rolled his eyes. “You will not die from pleasure alone. You really are a ham.”
Hogan smiled sweetly at him. “But I’m your ham, Will. And if nothing else, sexual activities of any kind burn calories. So, can this ham get a kiss or what?”
“Always happy to oblige you regarding that request,” Klink murmured before kissing him again. When they came up for air, he added, “At least we will stay in shape this way.”
“That’s true. Let me know if you ever want a more intense exercise program, though. Maybe we can work something out,” said his former senior POW officer in a husky voice.
The tall German grinned. “Are you offering to ‘work out’ with me, love?”
Hogan shook his head. “Not me personally, but I know a guy who’d be interested. My Kommandant’s the jealous type.”
“Sorry, but I am only interested in ‘working out’ with you. So tell your Kommandant he has been officially challenged for your hand,” Klink chuckled. “I will make you mine yet.”
“Are you sure about that? He’s pretty handy with a riding crop, you know,” his brat replied with a smile. “You might not sit down for a day or two when he gets through with you.”
“So am I, as I have proved to you a few times before. Although I do love it when you call me ‘your Kommandant’. Or merely ‘yours’ in general,” admitted the older officer.
Hogan’s smile became a grin. “Well, it’s true. I like it when you call me ‘yours’ too, you know.”
“You are mine. You are mine no matter which nickname or term of endearment I use: troublemaker, brat, love, etcetera. In every sense of the word, you are mine,” replied Klink. “I hope you know that, Rob.”
The younger man flashed him a lopsided grin. “Glad to hear it. So going back to your friend in the Abwehr…what’s his main business?”
The tall German looked satisfied with himself as he explained. “He owns a rental truck company. The same one we rented the moving truck for my mother from, as a matter of fact.”
“Will, you little sneak! I knew there was a reason you wanted to make the arrangements instead of letting me do it. Still, I like it. Very nicely done,” complemented Hogan.
“Danke, little one,” responded Klink. Then he looked at his watch and added, “I have an errand I must run, so we should go downstairs.”
“Okay,” said his former senior POW officer agreeably. “Just give me a few minutes to get dressed, and –”
“It is something I must do alone,” interrupted his self-appointed disciplinarian, coming around to the other side of the bed and helping his boyfriend to his feet. “Will you be okay by yourself for a little while?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Hogan replied, folding his arms and pouting. “But I don’t like it.”
Klink sighed. “It appears that your mother was correct about what she told me the evening I met her, Rob.”
“Oh, great. What’d my mom say now?” asked his brat warily. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, truth be told. Especially as he’d been mortified beyond all reason that night!
“She said, and I quote: “I know my child. He’ll worry himself sick if you so much as go to the store without him at this point. Well, at least until he’s able to reassure himself you won’t up and leave him one day without saying goodbye. Eventually he’ll handle it a lot better, though he still won’t be happy if you go off somewhere alone.” That was after she had suggested for us to become roommates,” the older general informed him.
Hogan huffed. “Sometimes I really hate how well she knows me. So what’s so secret that I can’t know about it?”
“If I told you, it would not be a secret,” the former Kommandant pointed out. “You will find out whenever I decide to tell you. And not a minute sooner either!”
“Is it something for me then?” guessed the American.
Klink shook his head and made a zipping motion with his lips. Then he tossed his brat over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and headed for the door. One of the things the Luftwaffe had taught him was how to carry an injured comrade to safety in full gear, so he was able to pick Hogan up without a problem. And as he’d already figured out, the younger man was all muscle. There wasn’t an inch of fat on him.
“Hey!” Hogan yelped in surprise. “Put me down! I’m not helpless, Will!” Since when had his boyfriend decided to carry him around like a sack of potatoes?!
“No,” replied the tall German. He exited their playroom and headed for the stairs. “You should not be walking around today, love. Your behind is far too sore for that.”
His former senior POW officer slapped at his self-appointed disciplinarian’s back, feeling like a damsel in distress from some cheesy movie. “I can walk around just fine! Put me down, damnmit!”
Being as he was already halfway down the stairs, Klink swatted his butt once.
SMACK!
“Watch your mouth, troublemaker,” he scolded. “And stop hitting me! I do not wish to drop you.”
“OW!” Hogan yowled. Shit, that swat had hurt when it’d landed on one of his sit spots! “Stop being so overprotective of me. I’m perfectly fine!”
“We both know you are telling me a lie yet again, Rob,” replied the German general as he continued down the stairs. Once he’d reached their bedroom, he gently laid his boyfriend down on his stomach on their bed.
“Thank you for finally putting me down,” grumbled Hogan. “You’re a lot stronger than you look. I didn’t know you were capable of picking me up like that.”
“The Luftwaffe taught me many things,” said Klink with a shrug. Then he told the American about said training that he’d received during both of the wars.
Giving him a mock-pitiful look, the younger officer inquired, “What I want to know is this: if my butt’s too sore for me to even walk around, why’d you smack it for?”
Raising an eyebrow, the former Kommandant replied, “You told me once before that if I wanted to get your attention, all I had to do was make your bottom extremely sore and then swat it. And that is exactly what I did.”
Hogan looked at his boyfriend and smiled sheepishly. “Oh yeah. I did say that, huh?”
“Indeed you did, brat. So do not pretend that you did not like it,” Klink told him.
The American huffed again. “That’s not fair, Will. You know me too well.”
“That I do, love,” responded the tall German with a grin. “Now, I need to leave. You are certain that you will be alright here by yourself?”
“Yeah, you overgrown worry-wort,” Hogan said sarcastically. “I’m not a baby, you know. I’ve managed to get around and do stuff with a sore butt before.”
Klink frowned at the tone his boyfriend had used. “Do not take that tone with me, young man. A tender bottom will not save you from being punished, should I come home and find you out of this bed. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” replied Hogan, rolling his eyes. “Go do whatever secret thing it is you’re gonna do. I’ll be perfectly fine.”
“Alright, but I meant what I said, Robert,” Klink warned before he gave his troublemaker a kiss goodbye and headed for the front door. “I shall return shortly.”
“Have fun,” his former senior POW officer called out behind him.
He waited until he’d heard the door close and the car start up before contemplating what he wanted to do while his self-appointed disciplinarian was gone. One thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to stay in their bed like an invalid. He hadn’t done that during the war when he’d been hurting in this manner, and he wasn’t certainly wasn’t going to start doing it now.
So he kept an eye on his watch until five minutes had passed, making sure that Klink wouldn’t change his mind and come back. Then he carefully got out of the bed and made his way to the living room, having decided upon listening to a favorite record of his. It held a mushy, ooey-gooey type song on it that he really liked, but that he also wouldn’t dare play with the German general around. And he’d be fine to make his way out to the sofa and sit down, as long as he was careful about it. His boyfriend just worried too much.

Stubborn is as stubborn does…
When Klink returned home an hour later, he could hear music coming from inside the house. Yet the odd thing was that there hadn’t been any playing before he’d left. I swear that if I find my troublemaker out of bed, he will be sorry, vowed the tall German.
Then he quietly inserted the key into the lock and turned it. He was glad that the doors didn’t creak as he opened the door. After all, that would have ruined the element of surprise! As he entered their house, he could see Hogan sitting on the couch in his pajamas with his eyes closed. He was swaying his upper body slightly as he sang:

“I wonder how we can survive
This romance.
But in the end if I’m with you,
I’ll take the chance.”

“Having fun, Rob?” he asked.
Hearing his name, his brat opened his eyes and almost jumped out of his skin. Klink was standing in the doorway, not looking happy at all with what he was seeing.
Shit, he caught me out of bed. I’m so busted.
“Whoops,” he said, quickly lifting the record player’s needle to stop the music.
“Yes, that would be an accurate term to describe the situation,” the German general remarked dryly, closing and locking the door. Then he walked over to the sofa and sat down, giving the younger officer the evil eye for disobeying him.
“Hi, Will. I didn’t expect you back so soon,” Hogan replied, looking like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
He was hoping that if he ignored the fact that he’d been caught out of bed, maybe his self-appointed disciplinarian would somehow forget about it. Now did he think that his plan had any chance of working? Nope. But he’d thought the same thing about every plan that he’d ever made during the war, and all of them had worked out beautifully.
Klink rolled his eyes. “That much is obvious. But I did not know you could sing, little one.”
His former senior POW officer’s cheeks flushed red. “You…um…you weren’t supposed to see that. Or hear it.”
“So I gathered. What song were you singing?” the older general inquired, letting himself be distracted for the moment. He’d never heard it before, even though the melody was pretty enough.
An embarrassed expression crossed Hogan’s face. “It’s called ‘Right Here Waiting’ by Richard Marx. Even though it’s a sad song, I like the part you heard me singing the most. I listened to it a lot while I was deciding if I should admit my feelings toward you or not.”
Klink studied his brat, wondering what the rest of the song sounded like that his boyfriend had listened to it so often. “May I hear the entire song?”
“If you want to, but it’s kinda sappy. It’s just...I don’t know. I have these moments where I’ll indulge in a little bit of mushy, emotional stuff. But only on rare occasions, and only for a few minutes when I do it,” the American general added hastily. He didn’t want Klink to think he was going soft or anything!
Yet the former Kommandant only smiled. “Sometimes a little sappiness is all that keeps us human, Rob. Now, please play the record from the beginning. I would love to hear you sing again. Er…providing you know all of the words to the song, of course.”
Hogan replied, “I do, but I have to close my eyes to concentrate when I sing. It makes it easier to focus.”
“Ah, I see. Will you sing for me, love?” asked Klink sweetly. “You have a marvelous singing voice, and I would like to hear more than a few seconds of it.”
“I guess. But you have to promise not to laugh at me,” the younger officer told him as he blushed again.
“No, little one. I would never do that to you,” assured the older man.
“Okay,” said Hogan warily. He was still slightly embarrassed at having been caught acting all mushy. But he’d do his best to sing anyhow, being as Klink so rarely asked him for anything. And he really wanted to see his boyfriend smile.

“Oceans apart, day after day,
And I slowly go insane.
I hear your voice on the line,
But it doesn’t stop the pain.
If I see you next to never,
How can we say forever?
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
I took for granted, all the times
That I thought would last somehow.
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears,
But I can’t get near you now.
Oh, can’t you see it baby?
You’ve got me going crazy.
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
I wonder how we can survive
This romance
But in the end if I’m with you
I’ll take the chance.
Oh, can’t you see it baby?
You’ve got me going crazy.
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Waiting for you.”

As the last note faded away, the German general leaned over and lifted the needle of the record player. Then he kissed his boyfriend tenderly and stated, “You are correct when you said it was a sad song. But it was still beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s always those first four lines that always get me, though,” his troublemaker replied.
Klink nodded. “I can see why. I am very glad that you opted to stay in Germany, as well as letting me know about how you felt.”
He gave Hogan a hug and felt his former senior POW officer relax against him with a contented sigh. “I too have a particular song that I enjoy listening to when I feel sappy, so you are not alone in that aspect. Would you like to hear the record?”
“Definitely. I’d like to hear you sing it too, Will,” said the younger man, resting his head against Klink’s chest.
“I, er…well, you see…” stammered the former Kommandant, sounding unusually awkward.
Hearing the change in his voice, Hogan sat up straight again and gazed at his boyfriend. “What’s wrong, love?”
The older officer looked flustered. “I have been told that that I cannot sing to save my life. I do not want to see the pity on your face because you have singing talent and I do not.”
“Will, you told me once before that the Luftwaffe always chose you to make announcements because of your incredible resonance, projection and dictation skills, right?” the American inquired.
Klink nodded. “Yes, but –”
“Well, good speaking abilities and good singing ones usually go hand in hand,” interrupted Hogan.
A stubborn expression appeared on his face before he added, “I’m not going to give you a pitying expression even if you can’t carry a tune in a wheelbarrow. I know that I can’t stand those types of looks myself. And anyway, I’ll bet you sound fantastic.”
“I hope you are correct. Alright, I will sing the song. But only for you, love,” said the tall German before he put on the record. As soon as the opening notes began to play, Hogan looked surprised.
“Hey, is this ‘Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?’ by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters?” he asked.
“Yes. You have heard of it?” inquired Klink.
“Of course! I love this song,” replied his former senior POW officer with a smile. “It’s really popular in the United States right now too.”
“Oh. Good to know,” his self-appointed disciplinarian replied, closing his eyes to focus as well. Then he began to sing, hoping that he remembered the words.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?
Could I tell you once again, somehow?
Have I told with all my heart and soul how I adore you?
Well, darling, I’m telling you now.
This heart would break in two if you refuse me
I’m no good without you anyhow.
Dear, have I told you lately that I love you?
Well, darling, I’m telling you now.
Have I told you lately that I miss you?
When the stars are shining in the sky?
Have I told you why the nights are long when you’re not with me?
Well, darling, I’m telling you now.
Have I told you lately when I’m sleeping
Every dream I dream is you somehow.
Have I told you who I’d like to share my love with forever?
Well, darling, I’m telling you now.
This heart would break in two if you refuse me
I’m no good without you anyhow.
Dear, have I told you lately that I love you?
Well, darling, I’m telling you now.”

When the song finished, Klink opened his eyes and lifted the record needle. He just knew he’d sounded sour as all get-out. Therefore, he fully expected to see Hogan with his fingers in his ears when he finally looked at him. That’s what his troublemaker always did whenever he played the violin!
But that wasn’t the case. He must’ve sounded worse than he’d thought, because Hogan’s jaw was hanging open. Wunderbar, he thought. I probably sounded like a dying animal if my singing caused Rob’s jaw to drop like that.
“I told you I sounded terrible,” he said sadly. “I apologize for hurting your ears. I will never sing around you again.”
The American had listened to the beautiful song and been amazed by the deep, rich baritone sound. Holy crap, Will’s really talented! Who told him he sounded bad? That’s the question I want answered, because whoever it was lied like a motherfucker.
“Love, I don’t think you sound terrible,” Hogan informed him as he shook his head. “Just the opposite, actually. You sing beautifully. Heck, your voice reminds me of a decadent chocolate, so you can sing around me anytime. Who in the world told you that you can’t sing?!”
“The same man who said I was a terrible pilot when he rode with me once, who frequently told me that I was absolutely worthless: my father,” the former Kommandant replied bitterly.
The younger officer snarled angerly after hearing that his boyfriend’s dad had abused him in more than just a physical way. “Grrrr! That as – jerk better be glad that he’s already dead. If he weren’t, I’d personally kill him for making you think that about yourself. Between that and daring to lay a hand on you in any way other than for discipline, that’s a man I’d happily turn over to the most sadistic members of the SS!”
He grabbed Klink’s face and gave him a rough kiss. “Now you listen to me closely, Wilhelm. You’re not a terrible pilot, okay? You’re one of the best I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few since I’ve been in the military. And you definitely aren’t worthless! You’re sweet and kind and thoughtful, among a lot of other things. It’s obvious to me that he was jealous of you and just putting you down to make himself feel better. If anything, he should’ve been proud of you, not – ugh!”
The German general looked startled at the sudden outburst from Hogan, who was breathing heavily and looked utterly livid. He appreciated the fierce defense on his behalf since it’d really cheered him up. It also made what he needed to do next make him feel like a real jerk. But he had given his brat a warning earlier that he’d failed to heed.

Creativity strikes again…
“I appreciate the sentiment, Robert. I really do. Regrettably, you picked a terrible time to display it as you are in trouble yet again. I told you to stay in bed!” stated an exasperated Klink. “I would not have left you alone in your present condition for any length of time.”
“Will, I just wanted to listen to some music!” Hogan protested. “Lighten up already.”
Crap, I’d hoped he’d forgotten that I’d disobeyed him earlier when he didn’t say anything to me about it then. So much for that pipe dream.
“You should have mentioned that before I left, young man. I would have either brought you to the living room instead or brought the record player to our room for you,” his self-appointed disciplinarian replied sternly. “As you have often stated before, you are not a baby. I am sure you are capable of entertaining yourself for a short while still staying put in the bed.”
I have said that a lot, haven’t I? Damnmit! His former senior POW officer sighed in resignation and asked, “Fine, fine. I know you won’t spank me with my butt being this sore, so what’s my punishment gonna be?”
A thoughtful look crossed Klink’s features while he thought that over. “Seeing as you are correct about how tender your behind is, I will have to come up with something different this time. Hmmm.”
He thought for a few more minutes before snapping his slender fingers. “I have the perfect idea. I will do as I did before: give you an erection and then leave you to take care of it yourself. Yes, that will work. It was quite effective the last time I had to discipline you.”
Hogan looked shocked at the answer he’d gotten. “What?! That’s a terrible idea. I’m really sorry and I won’t do it again, but I was bored! I’m not an invalid, you know. I can walk around just fine!”
“All naughty boys are suddenly sorry once they are caught, and you are no exception. I was – and still am – deadly serious about punishing you any time you do something that can cause you to get hurt, Robert,” replied the older man.
He had a resolute expression now and had ignored his troublemaker’s last two sentences. Yes, there was a part of him that wanted to let his boyfriend off the hook, but he’d already laid down the verdict. So there was no way he could change it now, not without setting a bad precedent. Or was there?
Damn, doesn’t BDSM technically fall into that category? thought Hogan. “Okay, but what about –”
He quickly shut up when he realized that he’d burn that bridge forever if he kept talking. When he noticed the former Kommandant giving him a questioning glance, he shrugged and added, “I managed to curb my tongue in time for once. Don’t knock it.”
Thank you, Rob, for giving the opening I needed to make things easier on you without being too obvious about it, Klink thought.
Then he gave a half-smile. “In light of that miraculous achievement, you now have the option of choosing your punishment. After all, *I am tough but fair.”
“Hooray,” his brat replied. He was proud of the way he’d kept most – but not all – of the sarcasm out of his voice while he spoke. “You might as well tell me the options so I can make an informed decision.”
“Option number one: I can cause you to suffer with a ‘problem’ for a half-hour that will literally ache. And I will also make certain that you cannot get rid of it too quickly by continuing to tease you for that time frame. Or option number two: you can stand with your nose in the corner for a half hour and write lines after that instead. It is your choice,” the tall German announced.
Well, that was no contest at all! Hogan had noticed that his self-appointed disciplinarian hadn’t said if he’d fix the ‘problem’ once that half-hour was up…he’d just said that make sure that it lasted that long. He’d also had his cock ache a few times from being so turned on around his boyfriend. Not to mention that it’d been pretty painful as well!
Screw that! He’d take a hand cramp any day of the week over having that issue.
“I’ll take the second option, sir,” he decided. “What am I supposed to be writing, and how many times?”
“You will be writing ‘I will listen when I am told to do something’ one hundred times. Each one should be nice and neat as well, with no errors or scratch-outs. If I see any, you will be doing that entire page again,” Klink told him.
The American sighed. “You really suck sometimes, you know that?”
“Perhaps later on,” the older general teased, the joke making Hogan shudder when the words generated an X-rated picture in his head. “Now come on, up you get. I will start the timer once you are in the corner.”
Instead of arguing, Hogan got up and followed him to the selected corner. Then he followed the verbal directions to lace his fingers on top of his head like he’d done a few times before. That was all well and good until the former Kommandant pulled his pajama pants down to his ankles, which in turn caused his hands to fly back and cover his rear end.
“Wait, you said we were doing this instead! Why’d you do that to me?” asked his troublemaker. “I don’t mind pain or anything, but you said that you wouldn’t punish me like that right now!”
“We are. Now put your hands back where they were this instant, young man, unless you would like another spanking for disobedience once you are healed. And it will not be an impact play one either,” Klink ordered. “I promise that I will not swat your bottom at all while you are standing there. But I have my reasons for doing what I am doing.”
“Yeah, you’re trying to embarrass me,” Hogan grumbled. Even so, he reluctantly did as he was told.
His self-appointed disciplinarian nodded approvingly. “Good boy. Keep your nose in the corner and stay silent. I will tell you when your time is up, so do not go off of the sound of the timer.”
“Yes sir,” replied the younger man as he slumped his shoulders.
He didn’t mind impact play or a lot of other things, but he still hated punishments. It wasn’t so much the pain aspect as it was knowing that he’d disappointed Klink in some way. Not to mention that his boyfriend was getting very creative in coming up with new and improved ways to get his point across!
Shaking his head, the older officer went to set the egg timer and wait out the half-hour. Since he had time to kill, he decided to sit on the couch and enjoy the view he had of Hogan’s behind. Despite the bruises, he knew the American had enjoyed every swat he’d gotten, just as he’d enjoyed doling them out. And watching his brat shift from foot to foot while he thought things over brought a degree of satisfaction.
The former senior POW officer had never been so glad in his life when Klink finally told him that he could come out of the corner, since it’d felt like an eternity that he’d been standing there. After he’d turned around, he motioned to his pajama pants and inquired, “Can I pull these up now?”
“No, not until you have written all of your lines to my satisfaction,” came the reply from the sofa. “At that point, I will do it for you. In the meantime, pick them up just enough so that you do not trip and have a seat at the table.”
“Do I at least get a pillow to sit on?” Hogan asked warily. He knew that his butt was going to ache something terrible from the hard chairs if the answer was ‘no.’
“Yes, but only this one time. However, it will be a thin pillow. And if you ever have to do this again, there will be no comfort of any kind in that regard,” Klink informed him. “Is that understood?”
The younger general nodded. “Yes, sir. That seems fair enough to me.” Mostly because I don’t plan on ever having to do this again!
Picking up his pajama pants slightly, he carefully made his way to the sofa and accepted the small pillow that his boyfriend was holding out. Then he made his way to the dining room table, setting the pillow on the chair before sitting down with a groan.
The tall German handed him a pen and several sheets of lined paper. “I wrote down what each sentence should look like at the top of the first paper as an example. So copy it down one hundred times while making sure to number each sentence. Oh, and Robert?”
Hogan looked up at him. “Yeah?”
“I am quite familiar with a common schoolboy trick used in writing lines. You know, where you write all of one word at a time down the entire paper to get things done hastily. And I wanted to let you know that your work will not be accepted if you do that. Being as I have written enough pages of lines in my day to make a thick novel, I recognize the signs of it. I merely wanted to inform you of that before you started,” Klink said.
Crap, I didn’t know that was something they did in Germany. I thought that was only an American thing! Well, there goes my big plan to get this over with a lot quicker.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” Hogan told him.
“I am glad we understand each other. Now sit there quietly and write while I sit on the sofa. And when you are done writing, call out to me so that I may inspect your work,” the former Kommandant stated. “Do you have any other questions?”
“No sir,” his troublemaker responded.
Klink nodded. “Good, then you may begin.”
He proceeded to walk away and sit down to watch his brat work. He only wondered how long it would take Hogan to copy all one hundred lines to his satisfaction, being as he knew his boyfriend was the impatient type.
The younger man picked up the pen and looked at it in dismay. He hadn’t been given a pencil, so he couldn’t even fix any errors by erasing them! No doubt that’d been on purpose just to teach him patience. That was okay, though. It simply meant that he’d have to take his time and not mess up.
He studied the example sentence and began to write carefully, taking his time. That lasted until he got to the seventh sentence, where he wrote the wrong word. Then he sighed and crumpled the paper into a ball before starting anew. And he’d almost gotten to the bottom of first the page when he messed up again, so he growled and started over for the third time.
A low chuckle was heard from the other side of the room, making the former senior POW officer want to flip Klink off. But he somehow managed to restrain himself. Maybe the tall German thought his frustration was funny, but he didn’t! And each time he had to start over, he grew more and more frustrated, which resulted in numerous mistakes.
The loop took hours to break, the sun actually setting before he began making headway. Finally, he got all the way up to sentence number fifty before he accidentally wrote an ‘a’ instead of an ‘o’. Shrugging, he made a bolder circle around it and hoped that his self-appointed disciplinarian wouldn’t notice. He had the same problem on sentence number ninety-eight, only with an ‘e’ instead of an ‘o’.
Again, he made the letter a little bit bolder than normal. After he finished, he looked down at his work and noticed that he’d forgotten to number them. Hey, he’d been keeping count in his head! So he quickly squeezed in the numbers in on the sides and laid down the pen.
“I’m done, sir,” he called out.
Now I can eat something as soon as Will says they’re acceptable. After all, I’ve been writing for hours!
Klink got up and strode over to the table. Then he took a seat and picked up the papers before shaking his head. “Oh no, no, no. This will not do at all, Robert.”
“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Hogan demanded. “I did everything you said!”
“Surely you jest. Just look at these,” his boyfriend replied after he’d circled the errors he saw. “You attempted to turn an ‘a’ into an ‘o’, which counts as an error. The same goes for this ‘e’. This page isn’t legible at all. You misspelled the word ‘listen’ here, the word ‘something’ here, and all of the numbers were clearly squeezed in after the fact.”
His troublemaker tossed him a look of disbelief. “Seriously? Are you a general in the Luftwaffe or a schoolteacher?”
“I am someone who demands perfection when I assign a task, young man. Seeing as the all of the pages have the numbers issue, you will need to re-write them all. I would number them all first so that you eliminate that problem right off the bat. And make sure to write neatly, or you will be here all night,” Klink said.
“But it’s almost dinnertime by now. And I’m starved!” Hogan protested. “I haven’t eaten lunch or breakfast, so I’m going to have to stop anyway to eat dinner at some point.”
The older man shook his head. “I do not think so. You may have your dinner when these are completed. Provided, of course, that you get done within a reasonable hour. Or else breakfast will be the next meal you eat. Though I am hoping you will be done long before then.”
“Let me guess…you’ve missed a few meals in your day because you didn’t do something in a timely manner,” Hogan sassed him.
“Yes, which is how I know a growling stomach can be a wonderful motivator,” the German general shot back. “You picked option two, not me. We can still go with my original plan if you wish.”
“What I wish is that there was something in the Geneva Conventions about what is and isn’t considered cruel for one boyfriend to do to the other one,” his former senior POW officer complained, his stomach choosing that moment to growl since it’d been mentioned.
Klink chuckled when he heard the sound. “Quit being a drama queen, Robert. We will have fun together after you are through with your punishment. But we have to get that far first.”
Hogan rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wished that he’d never confessed that being treated like a little kid made the message sink in better, because the older general was turning out to be a pretty creative guy with the punishments that he doled out. Yet like he, Robert, had stated earlier, he needed the discipline in his life to stay on the straight and narrow.
Seeing as punishment wasn’t supposed to be fun if a person wanted it to work, he supposed writing these lines was making the message sink in. And he’d been the one who’d requested to stay in Germany. Both London and Washington would’ve transferred him back to the States if he’d wanted a post there. Hell, he’d also been the one to turn down a second star!
It was times like these that he amazed himself with his own stupidity. Not that he’d give up his relationship with his boyfriend over a hand cramp, but having one still sucked. Finally, he concluded that a few lines wouldn’t kill him. Nor would it be too bad if he took his time writing so that he didn’t mess up again.
That decided, he opted to give a heavy sigh. “Okaaaaay. I trust you, sir.”
“I know that you do. Now get back to work,” said his self-appointed disciplinarian as he stood up from the table.
Offering a quick salute, the American replied, “Jawohl, mein Kommandant.”
With a smile, Klink returned it before he walked back to the sofa and sat down. His brat could be so ridiculous at times. And at others, he really wished that he were a mind reader. Surely a glimpse into his troublemaker’s mind would be interesting. Either that or scary as hell.
Hogan turned back to his papers and followed the older officer’s suggestion to number them all first. That had been a good idea, as well as something he should’ve thought of himself. Then he took his time writing so he wouldn’t have to do this yet again.
The going was agonizingly slow, but at least he was making progress! He could feel the former Kommandant’s piercing gaze on him as well, yet he chose to ignore it in favor of getting through his punishment. There were other things he’d rather be doing than writing lines, damnmit. Things like having fun with his sexy boyfriend, and –
“Son of a bi – biscuit eater!” he yelled in frustration.
He’d let his mind wander to thoughts about Klink and messed up still again! At least he’d barely started on the last page this time, which was good. Getting all the way down to the last sentence and having that happen would’ve royally sucked. He numbered a new page with the appropriate numbers and carefully finished writing.
“I’m done, sir…again!” he said, shaking his hand to get rid of the cramp caused by writing so much.
The tall German made his way to the table and looked over what the younger officer had written. Then he nodded his head in approval. “Much better, Robert. You only made one error this time.”
“Oh, come on!” groaned Hogan. “Where did I mess up? Those lines are all perfect!”
“Nowhere, love. I was only joking,” Klink told him with a smirk. “Though I must say, that was worth the reaction I got from you. See what things you can accomplish when you put your mind to it?”
“Hmmph,” his former senior POW officer huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. “Am I done now? Because I’d like to do something more fun with you instead.”
His self-appointed disciplinarian chuckled. “Yes, my troublemaker. All is forgiven. Now stand up so that I can pull up your pajama pants for you.”

Normal fun times…
“Finally. My hand hurts from writing so much,” said Hogan after he’d stood up. Then he waited until Klink had fixed his clothing for him before he wrapped the older man in a hug.
“I might not like your version of punishment, but I still love you, Will. You know that, right?” he asked.
He needed Klink to know that it was being in trouble that he wasn’t happy about, that he wasn’t mad at the older general specifically. Being as his boyfriend’s self-esteem was already fragile, he didn’t want to take a chance on cracking it any more than it already was.
The tall German smiled softly. “I am aware of that, love. I only administer the discipline that I do because I care about you.” Though he did appreciate the hug and reassurance of that fact!
The American nodded. “I know you do. And as long we both understand the situation, we’re good. I’d rather curl up next to you anyway than argue,” he confessed. “I’ve always preferred to have fun rather than fight.”
“What kind of fun are you thinking of, my insatiable lover?” teased Klink. “Are you speaking of what normal people would consider fun, or something that only adults would do?”
Hogan grinned. “Both, actually. Somebody at work yesterday gave me this record they said I just had to hear. I thought we could listen to it together before we do anything else.”
“They gave you a record? Why?” the older man inquired in a bewildered voice.
His former senior POW officer shrugged. “I guess they’d heard from somebody that I was a prisoner of war in *the toughest camp in all of Germany. They had an extra copy of the record and wanted me to have it. You know how tough the rationing for POWs was, love,” he teased. “I’m lucky I didn’t waste away to nothing.”
“Tough rationing, my foot. You and your men ate better than I did, and I was the Kommandant,” Klink replied with an eyeroll.
Hogan nudged his shoulder playfully. “Look, I can’t help it if Burkhalter ate all of his rations and half of yours. Talk about a low-key way to get rid of a guy. Between him and Schultz, he probably figured you’d starve to death before he had to worry that much about you.”
The German general narrowed his eyes and growled, “Rob, I am warning you now. You had better watch what you say before you go too far.”
“What?” asked his brat indignantly. “Take a good look at the general and tell me if I’m lying. He’s got more muffin top than a muffin. At least you don’t look like that! Heck, you guys had Italy as allies. Everyone should’ve been eating pretty good, since Italian food is really filling. And I –”
His explanation was cut off when Klink picked him up in a fireman carry again. “Put me down, Will! I’m not a toy!”
“Oh, but you are. You are my toy,” his boyfriend informed him with an evil laugh. “And I intend on doing some very, very wicked things with you in a little while for running off at the mouth, just as soon as we hear this record of yours. What do you think of that, love?” he asked, smiling when he felt the younger officer shudder.
“I think you’re a big tease,” replied Hogan, smiling at both the protective streak Klink was showing and the seductive words. “I’m not a bag of groceries to be carried around, you know.”
“Hmm, that is true. Even if you do taste delicious,” the former Kommandant said playfully.
“Yet I would not mind licking you all over like a lollipop. And I would be sure to focus on certain…areas…of your body,” he added in a husky voice.
“Will, please! Don’t say things like that right now,” pleaded his troublemaker. He could feel himself stiffening from the suggestive images Klink was painting with his words, and he was helpless at the moment to do anything about it.
The German general inquired, “Why not, Rob? Could it be I am giving you another ‘problem’?” Then he took the hand not holding his boyfriend in place over his shoulder and caressed that area of him gently.
“Hmm, I suppose I am,” he said with a grin. “Excellent. Now, where is this record of yours?”
“Yeah, you – ahhhhh,” Hogan moaned. “It’s in the bottom nightstand drawer. It’s a record by Carson Robison.”
Why the older officer was insisting on carrying him everywhere today, he didn’t know. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He knew his boyfriend was worried about him walking around too much because of how thoroughly he’d been spanked the night before. But he’d made it to the living room by himself, hadn’t he? Did Klink think they had a mansion or something that he couldn’t walk around on his own without getting hurt?
After his self-appointed disciplinarian grabbed the record out of the bottom drawer, he headed back towards the living room. Then he spoke to the American again.
“You know, little one, something just occurred to me. If I were sitting down, this would be a fine position for me to be in while I spank your bottom,” he said causally.
“How’d you figure that?” asked Hogan curiously.
Where did that come from? Talk about a random subject change!
“As long as you do not squirm around, I will show you in a moment,” Klink replied after he’d stopped by the sofa.
The younger man nodded before realizing that the tall German couldn’t see him. “Let’s try it. I’m always game to find out new things,” he said.
Klink nodded too and carefully sat down, making sure his boyfriend’s upper body was draped over the back half of the sofa. Then he lightly placed his hand on his brat’s rear end. “See? I barely have to move at all,” he said.
“It seems like it’d work pretty well,” Hogan remarked, his smile morphing into a frown as something occurred to him.
“You’ll need to give me a single swat, though, so we can see how I’d react. The force of an unexpected jerk or too much pressure in any one area could hurt you,” he pointed out.
Rolling his eyes at the request, the former Kommandant said, “Fine, my troublemaker. But only one, and it will not be to either of your sit spots. Deal?”
“Deal,” confirmed Hogan. And after the swat hit his left buttcheek, he jumped somewhat. “Owww. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, but it is a possibility if you were to truly squirm around. I suppose we should put this idea on the back burner,” replied Klink as he helped his boyfriend back onto his feet.
“Yeah, you’re right,” the former senior POW officer responded.
Once he was standing up again, he picked up the record and looked at the sleeve. “Okay, that explains the ‘Heil Hitlers’ that Bob mentioned.”
“What are you talking about, Rob? What have you stumbled across now that involves those words?” the older man asked in confusion.
‘Heil Hitlers’? My brat knows quite well that I was never a member of the Nazi Party. What kind of record would have that greeting in it, outside of the propaganda ones?
Hogan put the record onto the record player but didn’t lower the needle. Then he slowly sat down next to Klink and made himself comfortable before he explained what’d he meant.
“It’s a parody record, love. There’s four songs on it making fun of ol’ scramble brains and his crew. When I read the sleeve, the titles in order are: ‘Mussolini’s Letter To Hitler’, ‘Hitler’s Reply To Mussolini’, ‘Hirohito’s Letter To Hitler’ and ‘Hitler’s Last Letter To Hirohito’. I guess one of them has that greeting in it, but it still sounds funny enough to me,” he explained.
The German general looked at his boyfriend, who had snuggled up to him happily on their sofa. “From that remark, I gather that you have not listened to it yet?”
His brat shook his head. “Nope, I wanted to share listening to this for the first time with you. Considering everything we’ve both been through, I figured the two of us could use a good chuckle. And all things considered, you’ve got the most right to laugh about this anyway.”
“You are too sweet,” Klink murmured before stealing a kiss. After he lowered the record needle, he picked up the hand his troublemaker had been writing lines with and began to massage it until the cramps went away.
“Thanks,” sighed Hogan happily. He definitely loved the thoughtful things his boyfriend did for him! And as the four songs played back to back, he began to smile wider with each one.

Mussolini’s Letter To Hitler:
“Dear Hitler, I wrote you a letter
And I used the new address I sent.
But Moscow returned it this morning
With a word written on it in red.

It’s a word I’ve been hearing quite often
And I know just how much it hurts.
You’ve heard it yourself from the British
Dear Adolf, that word was ‘Nertz!’

I’m writing again for a favor
Although I feel sure it’s no use.
But now that Japan is your fall guy
Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose.

I’m longing so much for the old days
When they greeted me with ‘Bravos’.
And I like the old salute better
Without their thumb to their nose.

Your Gestapo you sent here to help me
Don’t know what a big shot I am.
Please tell them their ‘Bronx cheers’ annoy me
And I don’t like the way they say, “Scram!”

The last speech I made to my people
I outlined your Russian idea.
And instead of the cheers I expected
I heard someone snicker, “Oh yeah!”

Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin
And here’s a suggestion he made.
Better tell your dear old friend Adolf
To brush up on his wallpaper trade.

And the next time that you see Max Schmeling
Here’s something that he oughta know.
The Yankees have got a new weapon
That’s known as ‘Brown Bomber’ Joe.

Well, Adolf, I’d better be closing
So ‘Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil!’
And please don’t forget that old promise
That you’d give me the whole British Isles.

P.S., Don’t think I’m complaining
But my wardrobe is looking quite sad.
Can you spare me an old suit of Goering’s?
Maybe it won’t smell too bad.”

Hitler’s Reply To Mussolini:
“Dear Muss, the letter you wrote me
Is the first laugh I’ve had in a year.
I read it to my old friend Goering
And he darn near choked on his beer.

It’s hard for me to be writing,
I’ve still got a very bad cold.
I lost my shirt west of Moscow
That’s quite a big town, I’m told.

I’ll bet I’ve got Stalin all worried
‘Cause he don’t know where I am.
He’s hunting me all over Russia,
And here I am back in Berlin.

I notice that you are complaining
You’re getting so many ‘Bronx cheers’.
Don’t blame this on my Gestapo
You’ve had it coming for years.

I recall your brave war declaration
After France was laid on the shelf.
That’s when the ‘Bronx cheers’ started
I gave you a big one myself.

Then I recall how you boasted
You’d give little Greece a smack.
And there you got caught with your neck out,
And you got your red ears pinned back.

The lack of parades must hurt you
For I know how you love to strut.
And I’m sorry your wardrobe is shabby
But we’ve all had to take a big cut.

However, I’m sending some leather
And with it I give you this toast.
Reinforce the seat of your britches
That’s where you’ll need it the most.

My promise to give you Great Britain
Is a promise I’ll never forget.
I’ve sent Rudolf Hess to get it
But I haven’t heard from him yet.

P.S., I’m sorry, old Mussy
You didn’t turn out so hot.
But you may be sure I’ll release you
Just as soon as I’ve grabbed all you got.”

Hirohito’s Letter To Hitler:
“Dear Hitler, I’m writing this letter
Hoping you get it somewhere.
I used to address you in Berlin,
But now there’s no post office there.

I’m anxious to know how you’re doin’
And will it be much longer yet
Till you send the help that you promised?
‘Cause I’m gonna need all I can get.

Your great intuition should tell you
We’d better do something durn quick.
I think I hear ancestors laughing
Oh Adolf, I really am sick.

You told me the Yankees were lazy
And all too complacent to fight.
You told me to strike at Pearl Harbor
And we’d rule the world overnight.

But Yankees are very queer people,
And we don’t know just what to do.
My soldiers call out “Yanks, surrender!”
And they yell right back “Nuts to you!”

There’s one other problem that irks me
It’s known as the B-29.
And what do they mean by the eight-ball
They say they have got us behind?

Please pardon me asking these questions
But I can’t help wondering now
If you stayed too long in that beer hall
And miscalculated somehow?

You promised we’d meet in the White House
And oh, how I dreamed of that hour.
But the Yanks had their own secret weapon
They called it the “Ike Eisenhower”.

If I had just thirty years longer,
I think I could whip Chiang Kai-Shek.
But this man MacArthur annoys me
Can’t you take him off of my neck?

P.S., As you gaze in your crystal
To learn what your future will be
When Joe Stalin’s face comes before you,
Find out how he feels about me.”

Hitler’s Last Letter To Hirohito:
“I just got your note, Hirohito
It reached me where I’m holing in.
I don’t have a Berlin post office,
In fact, there just ain’t no Berlin.

My keen intuition assures me
The great super race will survive.
But please note this letter was written
On April Fool’s Day, forty-five.

So, if I should suffer reverses
And frankly, I look for the worst.
I’ll hike to my fort in the mountains
If Himmler don’t bump me off first.

There once was a time when I figured
That I might hide out in Japan.
But recently I have concluded
I’m much better off where I am.

You’re just like that guy, Mussolini
You told me you really were tough.
And then you start squawkin’ your head off
As soon as the goin’ gets rough.

Why don’t you review your great navy?
‘Twill boost your morale, I am sure.
Just borrow a suit from a diver,
And you should have an int’resting tour.

I notice you mentioned the White House
And that durn near tore me in half.
Too bad I can’t find Hermann Goering,
‘Cause he really needs a good laugh.

For many long years you’ve been itching
To bring the Yanks down to their knees.
You say you hear ancestors laughing,
But I think you hear the Chinese.

That white horse that you ride so proudly
You’d better teach him how to race.
You’ll make a swell Lady Godiva,
‘Cause you’re gonna lose more than your face,

P.S., I’ve cut off my moustache
So Stalin won’t know who is who.
I wish I could have my face lifted,
But I fear they might lift my neck, too.”

By the time the last song was done, both of the generals were in stitches. They were holding hands too, but each of them had the other one over their stomachs. They even had tears rolling down their faces from laughing so hard.
“Okay, remind me to tell Bob ‘thank you’ again,” Hogan wheezed out. “That was great! I loved the “I don’t have a Berlin post office. In fact, there just ain’t no Berlin.” and the “I’ve sent Rudolf Hess to get it, but I haven’t heard from him yet.” parts. It reminds me of when you played that message from Berlin Betty and Kinch said, “*Maybe it’s Rudolf Hess and his parachuting act.” Remember?”
“Yes, and I agree,” gasped Klink, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I particularly liked the “I’ll hike to my fort in the mountains, if Himmler don’t bump me off first.” and the “Can you spare me an old suit of Goering’s? Maybe it won’t smell too bad.” bits.”
The American finished wiping the tears from his eyes as well. Then he let go of his self-appointed disciplinarian’s hand before lifting the record needle. After he put the record back in its sleeve, he grinned. “So, was it worth listening to, Will?”
“Yes it was, Rob. Tell your friend I said, ‘thank you’ as well,” the former Kommandant said.
With a smile, he added, “I remember you telling me something about Bronx cheers being a sign of admiration at one point. Based off of what we just heard, I am also guessing that is not the case.”
“Um, no,” Hogan responded sheepishly before he kissed his boyfriend on the lips.
Klink returned it and inquired, “So what does it mean when someone gives another person a Bronx cheer?”
But instead of replying, the younger officer kissed the tall German a second time. Then a third time.
After returning each one, the older man grinned. “As much I enjoy kissing you, a kiss is not an answer, my little troublemaker. Just tell me what it means.”
Hogan mock-pouted. “Can I go stand at the top of the stairs first? That way I’m out of your grabbing range, lest you decide to carry me somewhere else.”
“No,” replied Klink, flicking his nipple with a thumb and index finger. “Now tell me what I want to know.”
“Mmm, do I get a reward for divulging that information?” asked his former senior POW officer playfully.
Klink slid his hand under his boyfriend’s pajama pants and teased, “Perhaps we can work something out if you are cooperative, as I have been craving pumpkin pie. And the delivery service has just arrived! Well, that was convenient.”
Hogan was starting to become hard from the light stroking that was being done to his member, which in turn made him groan. “Love, that’s not fair. I can’t get access to your body when you’re dressed and I’m not.”
His self-appointed disciplinarian wore a wicked smile. “Yes, I know. This one-way street is marvelous. Now, I hereby order you to tell me what a Bronx cheer is.”
His troublemaker chuckled. “Well, who am I to I refuse a direct order?”
He gave the former Kommandant another kiss before explaining. “A Bronx cheer is a sign of contempt, done by putting your thumb to your nose and sticking your index finger in the air to form an ‘L’ shape. Then you blow a raspberry while you’re making the gesture. Basically, you’re calling them a loser.”
Klink stared at him a moment before the puzzle pieces clicked into place. “Are you saying you and your men were calling me a loser, Rob?”
“In a nutshell? Yes,” Hogan confessed. “Now about that reward…”

Adult fun times…
“I thought you were ‘starved’. That is what you said earlier,” teased his boyfriend. “Whatever happened to wanting dinner?”
The younger general shook his head. “Who needs dinner? I’ve got more important things on my mind right now. Besides, you said that you planned to do ‘wicked things’ to me earlier.”
The evil smile returned after Klink stood up. “Hmmm, so I did. I cannot go back on my word, now can I?”
“Nope. Are you planning on carting me off to the bedroom again?” inquired Hogan after he’d carefully stood up as well.
“I can if you would like. But you have protested every time I did so, Rob. You even complained about it less than a minute ago,” the tall German pointed out.
His former senior POW officer replied, “Well, I look at it this way. If you plan on doing all that stuff to my body, the least you could do is help me save the energy it takes to walk there. It’s only fair.”
Klink rolled his eyes. “I appear to have created a spoiled brat by attempting to care for you. What am I to do with you, love?”
“Fix it by showing me what you’ve got in mind,” Hogan responded in a husky voice. “Or I’ll make you my love slave instead of the other way around. Before I do, you should know that I’m not feeling very merciful right now.”
The older general shook his head before he scooped his troublemaker up once again. “That will not be happening, love. Being as I am in charge here, I intend to do many things to your body tonight.”
“Mmm-hmm, that’s pretty big talk. Let’s see you back that up,” replied the American.
He let his self-appointed disciplinarian carry him to the bedroom and lie him on the bed. Then he let Klink strip both of them before he gazed up at the tall German hungrily. “What are you waiting for? Come and get me.”
“That was my intention,” growled the older officer. Then he pounced on his boyfriend to begin the fun.
Two hours later, Hogan was smiling and basking in the afterglow of their activities. “I’m happy to report we have an unconditional surrender on all fronts, mein Kommandant.”
“Very good. That is excellent news,” Klink replied. He was stroking his brat’s hair while the American used his other arm as a pillow.
Hogan lazily traced a line along his self-appointed disciplinarian’s hip. “You don’t mind that term of endearment, do you? It feels natural for me to say, but I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“Any term you use to call me ‘yours’ is one I am okay with, love. I do enjoy being considered yours,” Klink said, kissing his boyfriend once.
“I feel the same way about you,” the younger man replied softly after he’d returned the kiss. “And I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about something since this morning.”
The tall German sighed dramatically. “Here we go again, another famous scheme from the mind of Robert Hogan. Would you mind giving me a chance to make out a will first?”
Hogan grinned. “Knock it off. What I wanted to ask was this: do you think you’d ever consider collaring me in the future, barring any problems? Not with any kind of ceremony or anything, but just as something we do for us?”
It took Klink a minute or two to wrap his head around that idea before he spoke. “You do realize the whole point of that is to have a ceremony, correct?”
“Yeah, I know. But I kinda like the idea of having one anyway,” his boyfriend responded. “A collar, I mean. It’d be nice to wear something for once that I wasn’t required to wear, something that I’ve got on because I want to.”
“What were you thinking of, Rob? As I told you earlier, people usually wear rings and necklaces, but some do wear actual collars,” the older general reminded him. “Keep in mind that it would have to be something you can wear in public. Thus, something like a literal dog collar would raise unwanted questions for the both of us.”
His former senior POW officer sighed. “I’ve got no idea, love. I’m still new to this, but I’d say a necklace of some kind. Bracelets are too easy to lose, and I’d be tempted to wear any ring you gave me on my left ring finger. Seeing as how I don’t have – or even want – a wife, that could be a problem at some point.”
“True. A necklace would probably be best for your purposes,” mused Klink. “We shall see when that time comes, Rob. Although you should be aware that if I do this, it will be for life. While some can – and do – let their subs go, I could not bear the thought of doing that once I have claimed you in such a way.”
He traced his boyfriend’s jawline with a slender finger. “Nor could I bear to see or hear about you in the arms of another. And being as it would be impossible for either of us to have a wife – because no woman would understand this – I would consider that a wedding ring. We would be bound in every way except on paper. So it is much too early to be considering such things yet.”
“I’m glad you’ll think about it, Will. I just wanted to let you know what was on my mind,” said Hogan.
He shrugged and added, “And yeah, I know it’s still too early to be thinking about that kind of stuff. Still, do you hear me complaining about being yours for life? Or being all but legally married to you? I’d be heartbroken if I heard about you dating someone else. I’d also be a constant mix of happy for you and mad at myself for pushing you away.”
The former Kommandant smiled. “At least we understand each other, troublemaker.”
The younger man grinned at his boyfriend and said, “Yep. You know, it just occurred to me that if I ever wore an actual dog collar, at least I’ve already got the dog tags for it!”
“Very true, little one. Just for information purposes, how you would feel about a green leather one? That is, if we decide to go that route? You could only wear it when we are at home, of course, but it would be very tasteful. I am sure that you know how high my standards are by now,” Klink stated.
“But what would I wear to work?” asked Hogan. “You said it’d be like a wedding ring, and nobody takes that off for their job.”
“A necklace of some kind,” his self-appointed disciplinarian reassured him. “The leather one would only be for when we are completely alone. Remember, this is all speculation at the moment.”
His brat nodded. “I’d think I’d like that. Though I didn’t know leather came in green.”
“It does not. One must dye white leather to achieve the desired green color. But Otto is quite skilled at that,” Klink replied.
“Otto? Otto who?” Hogan inquired. “Do I know him?”
He didn’t remember anyone named Otto that knew how to dye leather. But he’d met a lot of different people in Germany in the last three years. Maybe they just hadn’t mentioned it? It’s not like he’d had a lot of time outside the wires to socialize between roll calls.
His boyfriend shook his head. “I highly doubt it. I am speaking of my friend in the Abwehr, Otto Hoffmann. He owns a small store called Komplizierte Vergnügen.”
Hogan chuckled. “What a name!”
“Yes, well…Otto is a very interesting individual,” the tall German replied, placing his hand on his former senior POW officer’s hair to stroke it.
“Mmmm,” his brat said. “Can I meet him sometime? I’d love to personally thank him for designing such a beautiful cross.”
“I suppose,” Klink responded. “Yet I can hear by the way your tone of voice just switched that you have something else on your mind. What are you planning now?”
Hogan looked up at his self-appointed disciplinarian, making sure he could see the mischief in his eyes. “I’d like to look around his store. Maybe I might even buy some stuff on my own as a surprise. But that’s only if I see something I like and if you’ll introduce me.”
The former Kommandant frowned. “I could give you the code for that, Rob. I do not need to personally introduce you if that is your end goal.”
“Yeah, but you’d have to for me to thank him. And here’s the other problem. I figure your friend probably won’t trust me – even if I’ve got said code – because I’m an American. He might think it’s some sort of trick. I know I would if our roles were reversed. So if you vouch for me, I should be fine,” the younger man pointed out.
“That is true,” Klink conceded. “But how are you going to find out what things you would or would not be interested in buying without asking me first?”
“I figured I’d ask Otto instead,” Hogan replied casually. “Even if he’s still a newbie, he’s bound to know more about this than I do. So, um…is he experienced at being a sub at all?”
The older man grinned at him. “Considering that he has been one for twenty years, I would say yes.”
“Perfect! That works out well, then,” his former senior POW officer replied. “Now, let’s take a shower together and clean up before dinner. After all, a clean boyfriend is a happy boyfriend.”
“Love, you are quite insatiable,” chuckled Klink. “I do hope you realize that.”
Hogan mock-huffed. “I’m insatiable? Who just spent the last hour causing me to find release twice?”
Klink shrugged. “I did tell you I was craving pumpkin pie, Rob. Besides, you make me feel like I am a young man in my twenties again.”
“Is that good or bad?” asked his troublemaker curiously. Depending on when in his twenties his boyfriend was talking about, he would’ve been still fighting in the first war. That was a statement that could go either way.
“For me, it is a good thing, as I feel like I have more stamina. Yet said stamina is bad for you, love, as it means I will want to be pleasured – and pleasure you – more often,” the tall German replied in a smug voice.
He eyed the smile Hogan had and added, “It would be such a shame if I kept you worn out all the time. Then you would not be able to cause any trouble at all. Never mind…that would actually be a very good thing.”
“Mmm-hmm. I like the way you think, honey,” the younger man responded. “That’d definitely be an interesting experiment to try.”
“Just wait until the next time we have a week off of work, Rob. I promise you, walking will be impossible for you to manage unassisted. Between me continuously keeping your behind warm and keeping you satisfied, you will be more than happy to stay put in our bed,” his self-appointed disciplinarian stated.
“I’m holding you to that, Will. Now let’s go get a shower,” the American suggested once he’d gotten to his feet.
“That is a good idea,” replied Klink. Then he stood up and placed his former senior POW officer over his shoulder still again.
Yet Hogan only smiled to himself instead of complaining. While he cherished his independence, he could get used to this too. And he intended on making sure every inch of his boyfriend was squeaky clean by the time they were done!

A/N: Again, I used a fake phone number generator to get Carter’s phone number. Seeing as there is no city in North Dakota called ‘Bullfrog’, the area code is for the city of Bismarck instead.
Klink’s backstory about the riding crop was suggested to me by my good friend on AO3, Ginger676. (Or Ginger713, as she goes by on FanFiction.net) I embellished it and added the darker parts, but full credit goes to her for the bulk of the idea. You’re the best! :)
Trench warfare in WW1 has been described as some of the most horrific and sickening conditions to exist in modern warfare.
The invasion of Poland happened from September 1st, 1939 – October 6th, 1939.
Heinz Guderian (AKA ‘Hammering Heinz’) was the inventor of the blitzkrieg move. (Which is still used by many countries in modern warfare today!)
Clement Attlee was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from July 26th, 1945 – October 26th, 1951, winning the election against Sir Winston Churchill.
On May 5th, 1945, Germany was occupied by the Allies. They hadn’t established another form of government yet, and Dusseldorf was in the British Zone of Occupation. So Attlee would be the ultimate man in charge of their zone.
I did a lot of research online for this chapter about BDSM and the various things used in it, so all I know is what Google told me. (To anyone who has experience with that lifestyle, sorry if I messed something up.) I even looked up pictures of some things so that I could describe them as accurately as possible while still allowing for creative license. And it took a few hours before I found enough information that I could use without veering too far from the story itself.
Obviously, Hogan is a hardcore masochist, so he enjoys a higher level of pain than most people probably do. He knows that the more pain Klink doles out, the more intense his release is for him. While I tried to touch on it without going too deeply into the subject, I also read that the people who are under the most stress sometimes tend to have the biggest leanings toward liking pain. (And an officer in Hogan’s position would fit the bill.)
For those of you who don’t know, a</strong> <a href="https://ia601402.us.archive.org/24/items/rubber-scraper/Rubber%20scraper.jpg" rel="nofollow">rubber scraper</a> <strong>is called a spatula by many people here in the United States. They’re used to scrape the sides of the bowl when you make cakes and stuff like that. An actual spatula is that L-shaped thing that is used to flip hamburgers
The term ‘oral support’ is something that my younger brother used to say sometimes, and I always thought it was funny.
While the song ‘Right Here Waiting’ wasn’t written until 1989, I felt it was perfect to use for this story. Same thing goes for Bing Crosby’s version of ‘Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?’, which wasn’t released until late 1949.
The four parody songs were all written by Carson Robison. ‘Mussolini’s Letter To Hitler’ and ‘Hitler’s Reply To Mussolini’ were written in 1942, while ‘Hirohito’s Letter To Hitler’ and ‘Hitler’s Last Letter To Hirohito’ were written in 1945. As of the posting of this chapter, they can all be found on YouTube.
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