***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my third in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.***
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It had been six weeks since Jason had moved into my room and I'd been fucking him regularly ever since. He was a cute, innocent looking kid and more importantly I owned him. At eighteen he was about a polar opposite to me physically. Shorter then me a thin and defined swimmers build. Short blonde hair cut to regulation and faded almost to white by the summer sun. Warm brown eyes that shined almost the color of honey and full luscious lips that had brought me great pleasure many, many times since I'd first met him.
"Just like I expected," he said as we walked out of the train station in Frankfort where we had scheduled our leave together.
I'd been there several years before on R&R leave from Afghanistan and had filled him in on what to expect. Across the street was the same Irish pub I'd spent many a fun filled night at before wandering into the red light district to get some pussy. As I looked over at the cute, young man with me I realized immediately that I wouldn't be needing to seek out there services this time.
After we checked into the hotel on the south side of the station we wandered around having dinner at a steak house near the financial district before stumbling across a little bar not to far from the hotel. We sat there for a few hours tossing back shot after shot of schnapps and authentic Russian vodka chasing it down with stout German beer.
"Do you mind if I sit down," an obviously native German asked. This wasn't as odd as it seemed since Germans routinely sat down at empty chairs with complete strangers.
"Not at all," I said laughing more then a little drunk. The guy sat down and I looked him over immediately deciding that the guy would have been a natural for an SS recruiting poster. Like me broad chested and thickly muscled. Unlike me he had dark blonde hair and icy blue eyes.
Introductions were passed and soon enough we were drinking and laughing like old friends.
"Can I ask you something?" Johann asked me quietly in German.
"Sure," I said laughing grateful I'd learned the language before coming back a second time.
He leaned forward conspiratorially, "Are you and the boy together."
This made me laugh even more and I nodded. "Yes," I said quietly, "He's my property."
"Your property?" Johann asked laughing as an obviously confused Jason sat there listening to us babble in German, "Ever loan him out."
"Know what he just asked me Jason," I said looking over at my friend.
