It was 1976, and Jurgen Wetzel, aged 18, had carefully planned his illegal and dangerous flight from the DDR (Deutsche Demokratische Republik, or German Democratic Republic) to West Berlin, the capitalist enclave situated about 100 miles inside the Socialist state and surrounded by the anti-fascist wall. Jurgen lived in Berlin, Capital of the GDR (East Berlin) and had never visited his grandparents in West Berlin, though they had visited him and his parents at Christmas times and on several other occasions when West Berliners were allowed to cross into the GDR capital.
On a visit to Potsdam Jurgen had visited the Cecilenhof Palace where the Potsdam Agreement was signed in 1945 between the World War II victors, USA, UK and USSR. This is one of the conferences where Europe and Germany was divided into capitalist and Socialist states. While in the gardens of the palace he noticed that the anti-fascist protective wall surrounding West Berlin ran between the garden and the lake beyond, and that to climb over it just here seemed relatively easy, since there was only a wire fence topped by barbed wire separating the garden from the Wall a few feet beyond.
Jurgen was not anti-Communist. How could he be? His father was a member of the ruling Socialist Unity Party, and his mother a member of the Liberal Democratic Party of Germany which was also part of the National Front coalition in the GDR Parliament. Jurgen himself had been in the Ernst Thalmann Young Pioneers, and was now a member of the Free German Youth, founded in 1936 long before the GDR state itself as an anti-fascist youth movement, and he was proud of wearing its blue uniform. He attended many rallies in Berlin's Marx-Engels Platz which then became a sea of blue shirts.
However he had of course watched West Berlin and West German television, and had been corrupted by its influences. Jurgen was gay, and although the GDR capital had a vibrant and quite liberal gay scene, homosexuality being legalized in the Socialist state back in 1968, he had heard stories in the gay bars about even wilder scenes in West Berlin. Although a lot of groping and even sex went on in some of the gay bars of the GDR capital, in the Western part of the city, he heard, there were wild gay orgies, live sex shows, and all sorts of fetish clubs. Jurgen had a fantasy about being gang-banged and raped by dozens of men.
He knew leaving the GDR without a permit and visa was a crime. It was, after all, the state which had fed him, educated him, looked after his health and that of his parents, which offered him a job for life and a guaranteed pension when he retired. He also knew, being a good Socialist, that in the West there was unemployment and insecurity. He was also aware that once he himself reached pensionable age and fulfilled his duties to the GDR state he would be able to visit the West, but by then his grandparents would be dead, and he himself probably too old to fully enjoy the wild gay scene and other excesses the capitalist West had to offer.
Of course there was always the hope Germany and Berlin would be reunited under a Socialist government, but that seemed very far off at the moment. His FDJ colleague from Leipzig, Angela Merkel, had expressed the idea she'd like to be Chancellor of a united Germany, but that seemed very unlikely. A defector from Hamburg in the West and a pastor's daughter, her political views were somewhat suspect. She and her family could freely visit the West as they had dual passports, but was she a good Communist or a capitalist spy? Only time would tell. Although in the FDJ, she had leanings towards the Christian Democratic Party of Germany which was also represented in the National Front coalition which ruled the DDR under the leadership of the SED (Socialist Unity Party).
His friend Kurt, who was a border guard in the National People's Army, had fled over the Wall he was supposed to be protecting from such border violations, enticed by women prostitutes in West Berlin who flashed their tits and vaginas at him. This was a common practice to try to get GDR border guards to defect to the West and obtain a coup for capitalist proganda against the Socialist state.
Kurt had written to him about the whorehouses and wild heterosexual orgy parties in West Berlin, and had said gay men also had a whale of a time there. Of course Jurgen was politically aware enough to know the prostitutes who enticed his friend and other border guards to flee to West Berlin were in the pay of the pro-fascist FRG (West German) intelligence service and the American CIA who had their agents in West Berlin. Nevertheless he had sleepless nights dreaming of being gang-raped in some dark West Berlin cellar by scores of butch men in leather, and he also had a penchant for uniforms. He lustfully eyed his fellow male FDJers in their blue shirts, especially the blond ones. Secretly he even half wished he'd lived in the Hitler era as those blond Aryan lads of the Hitler Youth seemed so homoerotic.
Jurgen knew violating the border installations sealing off West Berlin from the surrounding territory of Democratic Germany was dangerous, even foolhardy, but he didn't care. The thought of being captured by uniformed GDR border guards actually excited him, so long as he wasn't shot in the process. Most of the border installations were mined, and crossing in the center of Berlin was almost impossible. But here at Cecilienhof there could be no mines or similar devices - the wire fence was too close to the Wall, and beyond was the lake and West Berlin. Jurgen was an excellent swimmer, and had hoped to visit the West as part of the DDR Olympic swimming team, but had not been quite good enough to make the grade for the Mexico City Summer Olympics, and the next ones would be held in Moscow in 1980.
Jurgen joined a large group of visitors to the Cecilienhof Palace in Potsdam late in the afternoon as it was getting dark, slipped out into the garden unnoticed and hid in some bushes. After the Palace was closed to visitors he made his move.
In his FDJ knapsack he had a blanket which helped him scramble over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, then he crossed the few feet of grass and weeds to the Wall itself, and scrambled up with the agility of a monkey. He hauled himself over the top and dropped down the other side to find himself a few feet from the lake. He crept forward, stripped down to his briefs and waded in, dumping his knapsack and clothes on the shore. He'd arrive almost naked in West Berlin, but he didn't care. His grandparents would soon buy him some clothes.
He started swimming cross the lake, when suddenly he was caught in the blinding beam of a searchlight from a DDR watchtower. He dived deep under the water, fearing he'd be shot, and swam for his life, and surfaced again for air to see the searchlight was now a few yards away, sweeping the lake surface. He didn't know for sure they had spotted him, but then he saw a DDR border patrol boat coming towards him, its searchlight scanning the water. He was still in the Socialist state, and had no idea where the border with West Berlin started on this lake. It was only a minute or so before the boat's searchlight found him, and a minute later he was being hauled aboard the boat by uniformed border guards.
'Why are you trying to leave the DDR?' snapped the officer in charge. 'You ungrateful little hooligan. The State which has looked after you and educated you, and this is how you repay it? You should be serving your country soon in the National People's Army defending the Socialist Fatherland, not trying to flee it!'
The officer slapped him in the face and ordered his men to handcuff him.
'You were lucky you weren't shot as the traitor you are,' shouted the officer as the handcuffs were put on. 'Wait a minute, don't I know you? You're that queer friend of Kurt, the border guard who fled to West Berlin aren't you? You're Jurgen Wetzel, a leading member of the Free German Youth, and your father's in the Party! You should be ashamed of yourself. I bet Kurt has put you up to this.'
Jurgen then recognized the officer as Karl Schulz. They had gone drinking together with Kurt along the Friedrichstrasse and in Alexanderplatz many times before Kurt fled West.
'I'm so sorry, sir!' said Jurgen. 'I just wanted to see what West Berlin was like, Kurt told me so many stories. I wanted to visit the gay orgy clubs and get gang-banged by loads of men in uniform or leather.'
The officer laughed his head off at this. 'Well at least you're honest, Comrade Wetzel. But you needn't have gone to such extremes. We can arrange that for you, in fact we'll enjoy it. You're a very pretty boy, my men will be glad to oblige your deviant sexual fantasies. Don't you know everything is catered for in the DDR. The Socialist State looks after its citizens from cradle to grave.'
After that things were more relaxed. The boat came ashore and Jurgen was hustled off and into a military building with the DDR hammer and compass logo where loads of uniformed border guards of the NVA (National People's Army) were waiting to go on duty.
'Look what we've found here, comrades!' said Schulz. 'Young Jurgen Wetzel here, a leading member of the Free German Youth, whose father is in the Socialist Unity Party, was trying to cross the lake into West Berlin because he wanted to visit some of the decadent gay sex clubs there. He wants to be gang-banged by a load of uniformed men and treated roughly. Do you think we can arrange that for him? He has a very nice tight arse and a beautiful little mouth, just right for sucking NVA cocks and swallowing our spunk.'
The NVA men all got up and surrounded the handcuffed Jurgen. Many were rubbing their erect cocks beneath their uniforms, some were actually getting them out.
'Kneel on the floor, traitor!' snapped Schulz, undoing his fly and taking out his big cock. 'You wanted to taste cock, well start with this one!'
Schulz rammed his 10" right down Jurgen's throat, making him gag and choke. As Schulz face-fucked him, the two border guards who had handcuffed him on the boat took down his briefs and lubricated his arse to make it ready for soldier cocks.
One of them told the other a gay version of a DDR joke. 'When they were little Jurgen showed his sister his cock and said: "Look what I've got, you haven't got one." His sister said: "No, but when I grow up I'll have many cocks, and you'll only have one." Jurgen then said: "That's what you think, don't you know it's now legal to be queer? So I'll have many more cocks than you ever will."'
Schulz laughed at the joke, then looked down at Jurgen and spat in his face as he sucked on the big cock. 'That's what I think of traitors who desert the DDR! Now get a taste of this load of NVA cum!'
With that Schulz started spurting hot spunk into Jurgen's mouth, so much of it he had to keep swallowing the delicious tasting stuff.
'What do you think of the flavor?' sneered Schulz. 'You can't beat the taste of good Socialist spunk, I guarantee you it's better than the crap you'll find in the West, probably riddled with disease. This is fresh, clean DDR spunk straight from the cock of the National People's Army!'
Jurgen was getting really turned on now, as was obvious by his own erection. As he swallowed Schulz's big load, he was made to get up and lie face down over a table, then one by one he was gang-raped up the arse by the soldiers. They formed an orderly queue to fuck his pussy-boy arse, all 25 of them. As one cock pulled out another took its place.
The soldiers who pulled out of his arse then removed the condoms, came round to the other side of the table and jerked off on Jurgen's face and in his mouth. He was loving it, cocks of all sizes were being shoved up his arse and in his face and mouth. His arse was getting sore, but he didn't care. His face was covered in sticky hot cum, and he could hardly see because it was in his eyes and also up his nose. All he could smell and taste was army spunk. Lovely!
He almost came as he lay on the table being spit-roasted by the soldiers, but held back, and eventually they turned him over and Schulz, big handsome brute of a man that he was, jerked Jurgen off.
'Did you enjoy that, traitor?' said Schulz. 'Well let's see how much you lusted after my men. Look comrades, I'm making him cum now. Nobody can resist an officer of the NVA. See him shoot his load!'
Jurgen's spunk shot high out of his cock and splattered on the uniform of one of the soldiers. He'd not had an orgasm like that ever before.
'See how much he lusts after us, the deviant little queer!' said Schulz. 'Look, traitor, you've messed up the uniform of one of my men. This is an insult to the DDR, to have an NVA soldier with a spunk-covered uniform. Lick it clean at once!'
Schulz pushed Jurgen's head into the spunky mess on the soldier's uniform and made him lick up his own cum.
After this they took the handcuffs off him, and gave him an army uniform to wear.
'Comrade Wetzel, I shall arrange for you to be recruited forthwith into the National People's Army, into my unit, and you will help us guard and protect the inviolable frontiers of the German Democratic Republic,' said Schulz. 'Should you try to flee again you will be shot. But do your duty to your Socialist fatherland and you will be gang-raped and face-fucked by NVA men every day.'
'Oh thank you, sir!' said Jurgen. 'I know I I've done wrong, I'm so sorry. It was Kurt who led me astray with his horny letters about West Berlin.'
'We'll give you plenty of horny times here in the DDR,' said Schulz, winking at him. 'And you can call me Comrade Schulz. Save the "sir" for when we're role-playing the gang-rape scenarios. Now come and have a cup of coffee, or would you prefer Sport-O-Cola, so much better than that decadent Coca Cola you'd get over there on the other side of the lake!'
They all laughed at this DDR joke since Sport-O-Cola, like most DDR fizzy drinks, tasted like soapy water. It was one of the few areas where the DDR didn't match up to the West, and Jurgen knew it. He was proud of his Socialist fatherland and the fact it was one of the leading industrial nations of the world, with the highest standard of living in the Socialist bloc. Carl Zeiss cameras and optical equipment made in their Jena factory, electical goods exported all around the world, not to mention Meissen (Dresden) porcelain, the finest in the world, were all sought after goods, to mention just a few.
'Well,' said Jurgen as they drank coffee in the canteen. ' Sport-O-Cola may not be up to much, but I can vouch that DDR spunk, especially NVA spunk, is better than any you can get in the West!'
'Maybe we should put that up in our propaganda notices by the Wall,' said Schulz. 'After all they use prostitutes to entice our heroic border guards to flee over there. We should entice their men over here with offers of DDR pussy or, if they are of the same inclination as Comrade Wetzel here, good clean DDR spunk!'
'My father told me of a propaganda notice he once saw in Moscow,' said Jurgen. 'As he got off the train, it was back in 1952 during the cult of the personality. It read: "Praise the Mighty Erections of the Workers!"'
'Ja, that's good, we could use that, modified a little,' said Schulz. 'Fritz, make one up and put it up by the Wall where that gay leather bar is the other side in the West. Now how shall we word it? I've got it: "Come and Praise the Mighty Erections of the Workers and Soldiers in the German Democratic Republic. Our Erections Produce Good Clean Flavorsome Socialist Spunk! Have a Free Taste Here From the Cock of a Uniformed National People's Army Soldier.'
Schulz then explained his plan more fully. They would make an opening in the Wall by the gay leather club, and gay men would be lured thru by NVA soldiers masturbating their cocks. The gay men would then be taken into a barrack room to have uninihibited sex with the soldiers, as many as they liked, and as many fetishes as they desired. They would be told if they became DDR citizens they could use this facility every day as a reward, but those who returned to West Berlin would not be invited to participate again. They would also photograph them all so they didn't get the same ones coming over just for the sex then going back. They'd had enough of that nonsense before the Wall went up when West Berliners came over to the DDR capital and stripped their shops of subsidized foodstuffs to take back to the West to probably sell at a profit, capitalist bastards that they were. Anything to bankrupt the DDR and make some money in the process. They also bribed to come over many of the DDR's best young scientists and engineers, capitalist bastards!
Schulz's notice was erected, the opening was made, and many gay leather men came over to enjoy the delights of gay sex and role-playing scenes with the soldiers of the DDR. Many of them loved it so much they moved to the DDR capital permanently, becoming GDR citizens.