Peter the Legend: The scene is the Western Front in WW1, December 24, 1914. Two lines of parallel trenches and gun emplacements, probably 60 metres apart separated by a wasteland of barbed wire and dead bodies from failed charges..
My name is Private Hans Schultz.. from just outside of Munich. I am but a boy, 19 last month, ripped from my family, friends and the end of my schooling..
I have watched my friends die and already only three months into this wretched campaign my friends die and at the hands of the man behind the gun emplacement almost within reach.... tonight under the cover of darkness I will crawl through wire, across the cold hard snow covered ground... take my knife and avenge their death... I will take the life of that British Dog.. and spit on his corpse..
Colterbudd: Colton Jones, from Manchester, 19 years old, volunteered for this, to die for King and Country and now I am wondering why. We have been stuck in this mess for months, cold, always wet, no baths, lousy food, and lice and fleas everywhere. Jerries across the way been killing off all my pals from back home, just me left of the 6 of us.
I'm sitting in my gun emplacement, keeping an eye on No Man's Land. Going to be a bad Christmas tomorrow. Wish I was home with Mum and Pa, by the coal fireplace n our little flat. .
Peter the Legend: Under the cover of darkness I crawl.. the weather is cold, snow is falling as it always seems to on the wretched fields of Ypres.. my goal is just ahead of me now..
Inch my inch, then foot by foot and yard by yard on my elbows and knees, stopping to release my coat as it snags on the barbs that cover this wasteland.. knife in my mouth, this must be silent.. even my Captain does not know..
Undetected I reach the right hand end of a short and narrow trench.. I jump silently and see my prey before me.. as my feet hit the muddy floor of the trench.. my target just a lunge away alone..
Colterbudd: What? I hear a splash and turn around to see a JERRY right in my trench. I pull out my sidearm and aim at him only a few feet away
Peter the Legend: I lunge at you and knock the side arm from your hand.. before a shot can go off.. it falls to the mud.. useless..
As I do.. I see it is just a boy, like myself.. and in my right arm I raise my knife.. ready to complete my mission.. I see the fear in your eyes.. and the shock as your gun splashes into the water.. a flare goes off overhead... highlighting your wide eyes.. your blonde hair, your smooth face.... muddied and grimy from your time spent in this hole..
Colterbudd: Gun swatted out of my hand, hits the muddy trench bottom. No mates around, I'm in a forward emplacement. A shell goes off overhead, and I see you lunging at me with a knife. I wonder if more Jerries are coming! I have to warn the Lieutenant!
You look about my age, 19, filthy, and you smell it. I go low and toss you over my shoulders as you lunge at me
Peter the Legend: Sporadic gun fire punctuates the night time sounds and the occasional voice calls and taunts across the wasteland.. cries of Tommy bastard and Jerry Swine are met with more insulting terms in both strong languages... the tone of the voices leaves nothing to the imaginations as the prospective victor promises hard core punishment on the near and dear of the opposite sex of the vanquished..
I lunge at this boy who I must kill with my knife.. and in fearful reaction.. you drop and arc under my arm, flipping me to my back in the mud.. my great coat drenched from the splash.. the knife falls from my hand.. as I roll and use the planked wall of the trench to rise up and face you.. hands up to box..
Colterbudd: You get up and brace yourself against the plank wall, your hands up to box! I see you lost your knife somewhere in the mud. Mine is in a scabbard on my thigh, I could draw it and rip you open from mouth to ass. I pull it and toss it aside.
"Yeah, Fraulein Fritzy lets have a good old fashioned bare knuckle. There’s nothing I would like better than to kill you with my bare hands. I toss off my own greatcoat into a dry raised recess where someone could rest and get out of the rain.
"Let's go Fritz"
Peter the Legend: I see you pull your knife.. even in the pale moon light of a harsh European winter that Sheffield forged steel finds a way to flash..
To my amazement you throw it away.. and peel off your coat.. and raise your fists and taunt me..
Graciously you allow me to do the same.. remove the slow coat and drop it to the side..
Hear you call me Fraulein and Fritz.. I raise my fists and jab, jab, jab with my left and right at your face..
Colterbudd: You get a few punches of, as I raise my arms to defend my face and divert most of them but some get thru and sting my face like hail. I feint an uppercut to your jaw but hit you hard in the gut, again and again
Peter the Legend: My boxing skills from the school I went to near Munich are known there, but here I am just a nobody, an unknown, no reputation.. no words to recommend me..
I connect a few jabs early, many fended as one does early in a bout, in a ring, with gloves and a ref... but not here.. no rules.. no mercy... not my fight.. as you power into my abs.. after feigning an uppercut.. I double over and drive my shoulder to your stomach.. pinning you against the dirt wall of the trench..
Colterbudd: My gut punches bend you but you counter by driving me into trench wall with your shoulder.
OOOOOFFFF my khaki shirt soaked by the muddy wall, and I axe your back with both hands. I learned some wrestling in school, but most of what I know comes from Pa talking me to pro matches in smoky halls, that's where I learned to fight dirty.
Peter the Legend: I hear the air escape from your lungs as the crack of your back on the wall hurts you.. but in a split second I am on my knees as you axe me.. between my shoulder blades.. I am smaller and leaner than you.. but have no fear.. and with deep breath.. throw my arm back and face your abs.. I fist them hard, your gut softened by poor diet of bully beef and stale bread and although my back burns.. I get to my feet and push your face back with my left hand.. and bam, bam, bam... my right fist continues to smash into your stomach..
Colterbudd: You recover and hit me hard in the abs, feels like your fist going back to the trench wall, bam, bam bam
I grab the back of your head and slam it down to me upraised knee, push you away from me and rip the soaking shirt off my torso
Peter the Legend: In defiance to the punishment I am dishing out to you.. you grab the back of my head and as your stomach forces you to double a bit from my hits.. it gives you extra momentum and force to drive my face into your knee..
Fuckkkk...... my nose.. I feel a crack as bone smashes cartilage... and blood begins to trickle from my face..
Smack on my ass.. I look up at you as you peel off your shirt.. I see a boy’s body like mine.. smooth.. but ripped... and slender... I try to back off scrambling crab like away from you but my progress is stopped by the wall of the trench..
Colterbudd: I follow you, kick you hard in the crotch, then grab your hair and pull you up, and rapid fire jabs to your already bloody face – "Yeah, You fuckin’ Jerry take this and this" It feels so good to pound on the enemy instead of just killing them from a distance. It’s cold out, a light snow, but I don't feel cold at all POW POW POW
Peter the Legend : Arghhh... a kick to the crotch from your army boots.. jolts me forward and my hair presents for your hand.. my face already numb from the cold and the blood and the hit to my nose.. as you yank me up and start again.. your fist like a steam powered piston smashes into my cheek and jaw..
My vision of your body, cloudy already as I hear you curse and swear and fire volley of punches after another.. my legs begin to weaken.. my hands up.. my back against the wall.. I bring a right knee up to your stomach.. and pray for a chance to breathe and for this punishment to stop..
Colterbudd: I'm hitting you so furiously I don't pay attention and you knee me hard in the gut. You must have put everything into it or I’m weakening, cause it hurt me real bad, I fold and stumble into the mud
Peter the Legend: I remember the reason for my mission as I knee you hard.. my face a mess.. aching in the stinging cold of winter..
You fold and fall.. and I see my chance to pounce.. the air is strangely silent.. as I push off the wall behind me.. and straddle your body and return the punches.. bang, bang, bang.. my knuckles crunch into your face.. retribution.. and again.. and again.. determined and frenzied to kill you with MY bare hands now..” take that you Tommy Dog”.. and again..
Colterbudd: your fists pounding my face as my head sinks deeper and deeper into the filthy slimy stinking mud. You yell at me and other than "Tommy Dog" I don't understand anything. I remember one of the pro wrestlers doing this, so I raise my legs up behind you, and lock them by luck around your head and drag you to the mud with me
Peter the Legend: I am going to town on your face.. returning the favour to your when I feel like I have been dragged down from behind.. smack.. the back of my head hits a rock and the fog from above comes into my head.. my arms flop to my sides for a moment.. and my chest heaves and I groan..
Colterbudd: You hit the mire next to me and I hear a thud. I jump back a little and see you lying there, looking like you’re out. I can’t tell what happened but I scurry around fast looking for a knife or anything to kill you
I kick you with one leg while I feel around for the knife. You moan but don't move. AHA! I find a knife, hard to tell whose. I wipe the knife on my pant legs and crawl over next to you. "Go Straight to hell you goddam hun!"
Peter the legend: Suddenly my woosiness.. is replaced by terror as my ribs sting from a kick.. I see you over me.. exhorting me to hell.. and my life flashes by me.. my family, my childhood, school, playing soccer, trips to town in horse and cart.. and now. as the blade flashes from a distant light..
A sound.. of music... of voices.. it must be angels... Silent Night.. in my mother tongue.. Silent Night... in that English drawl... punctuated by the deep tones of a Welsh Chorister.. oh to die at Christmas.. my mother.. my eyes well up with tears as I face you.. hatred, malice and malevolence in your eyes.. knife raised to make that fatal strike..
Colterbudd: CHRISTMAS! I hear silent night. and Stille Nacht too, both sides are singing! I think of home, of Mum and Father ,of my grey neighbourhood, of all the happy Christmases I had and I think "You must have had those same Christmases, in your own, Hun way, German Boy". I lower the knife and toss it aside, tears welling in my eyes. I drag us into the alcove, pulling the heavy canvas over the entry
Peter the Legend: I see your face and then close my eyes.. I have seen my friends die.. and I know what fate befalls me.. and then.. just singing.. you speak, you ask me a question.. about Weihnachten...and I feel myself lifted.. is it over.. and slumped to the floor.. it is dry.. and warmer..
I am almost too fearful to open my eyes.. heaven or hell.. at least my death was painless... but no.. I live.. and I see you above me.. I am speechless.. but then... why you no kill?
Colterbudd: I look at you quickly, handsome under all that mud. Lucky we have lots of water here at least. I Pour a bowlful and use an old cloth to wipe my face, and you a cloth and the bowl
Peter the Legend: I see you wipe your face.. clear now of mud and blood.. your stomach though red and bruised.. am I your prisoner I ask? As you give me a bowl and cloth to clean myself too..
Mud and blood from my eyes.. I peel off my shirt too and soothe my wounds.. too weak to fight you any more..what now Tommy?
Colterbudd: You clean yourself up. No, I will let him go its Christmas. I just want to have sex
I tell myself. I don't want to kill anybody, certainly not tonight. I see your handsome face emerge from the mud and look at your lean body as you peel your shirt off I think to myself, He does not look any different than me and my friends do, no horns, no tail. I open some canned soups, two cans and put both on a small gas hotplate. .
You are asking me a lot I can tell by your voice they are questions, but I don't understand much. I hear Prisoner in German, they did teach us that, and I say "Nein! Nacht Prissonier", badly but I think you understand, as you get a questioning look like "Then WTF are we doing?"
Peter the Legend: Your prisoner now.. I hear you say something about sex? I am confused.... it may be from the hits.. it may be from our isolation but I see you shirtless, handsome.. and... my body begins to stir.. in my army pants.. I loosen the belt a notch so as not to show..
Colterbudd: The soup warms fast and I find a couple of spoons, hand one can and spoon to you, start the eat the other myself. "Gute? I ask you?
Peter the Legend: You tell me I am not your prisoner and no kill at Christmas.. the aroma from the soup is bliss.. too much sauerkraut and pork have dulled my taste buds..
You feed me.. and I respond.. “ya.”..
Colterbudd: The carols continue outside. I open the curtain and crawl out in to the trench. No shells, no gunfire? I raise my head a little, and see our soldiers emerging from the trenches, and the Germans coming forward out of there, maybe 200 yards north> I watch briefly, and see the Germans are carrying a little tree, decorated for Christmas
I go back inside. "Komme, Komme" I say,
Peter the Legend: You leave for a second and go outside into the cold.. and then I hear you tell me to Komme..
I slowly get up.. and come with you.. as you offer me your hand.. I am still weak.. from the fight.. but revived by the soup...
I look and see the men advancing from both sides.. and a tree... and think the war must be over..
My hatred for you recedes... and I place my arms around you and gently hug you.. now we can all go home.. it is done..
Colterbudd: You hug me, and I put my arms up and hug you back, pulling you close to me as your warm body warms mine, and cock starts to stir. It has been so long I think, so long since I had a warm body next to me, a warm man’s body, to touch and caress, and maybe more. I put my hand on your hind end, squeezing it
Peter the Legend: You return my hug and where our bodies are together it is warm.. the biting cold on other parts of our flesh is in contrast.. as the singing goes on..
Your hands begin to do more than hug me.. and I feel different.. not at war.. in bliss.. perhaps I am dead and this is where soldiers go.. you squeeze my backside.. and we move back into the shelter.. as my body begins to respond.. I lead you back.. and our faces come together.. your blue eyes piercing my soul...as our lips meet..
Colterbudd: Your lips press against mine, and WOW you feel the same as I do! You are so handsome, but I don't know how to tell you. I open my lips and take your tongue in, while I gently caress your face
Peter the Legend: Still woosy... but blissfully so.. we kiss.. and our tongues meet and kiss.. you caress my face.. your eyes still melting me.. and my knees grow weak...my hand unhitches my pants and they fall to the ground as I slowly melt backwards into the blankets..that lie in a crumpled pile in the corner.. bringing you down with me.. I place a hand between us.. and start to play with your nipple as your heart beats furiously nearby..
Colterbudd: You drop your pants, and my cock grows harder and longer. You slowly pull me into the pile of blankets where I nap when they send out relief for me, which is rare.
As you draw me to the blankets I unloosen my pants and pull my underpants down too, my lips kissing your face and chest,
Peter the Legend: It has been three months since I was home.. a long time without love.. I buried some friends.. and now.. while you tell me I am not your prisoner.. you have captured me..
We now lie naked apart from our boots and our hard cocks grind between us.. my breathing short and sharp as you kiss my face and now down to my chest.. my head goes back into the blankets.. as I let out a moan.. my hands.. one to the side.. the other gently stroking your hair...
Colterbudd: I find your cock under the blankets and my mouth begins playing with it, gentle licks, feeling your balls
Peter the Legend: The gladiators went to the Elysian fields, the Norse Warriors to Valhalla, this little German boy has gone to the mud of Ypres.. and for the first time this all feels so good.. as you play with my balls and my cock with your mouth.. ughhh... I moan.. and I know I am embarrassingly leaking.. I have never been with another boy... but ohhhh.. my mind thinks no but my body betrays me.. and a low German "Yaaaaa" comes from my mouth..
Colterbudd: I keep working on your cock, lift the blanket to see you smiling, eyes closed, and a low yaaaa. I slip my hand under your arse and find your hole and tickle a little around it. I haven't had a LOT of experience with men, but before the war I started going to Nickelodeons, those dark quiet places where you can watch Moving Pictures. I found one in Manchester that shows men, sucking cock and fucking. Other men touched me there that's how I learned what men do to each other when they are alone
Peter the Legend: My body begins to heave and I sigh and I moan.. then suddenly tense as you fingers begin to reach around and touch my butt and you tickle my hole..
The muscles tighten.. and then relax.... this is new to me.. it was only last summer I had my first girl..
But I know I have been captured by the British and this must be their thing and as a German I cannot complain or be seen to be weak.... my legs slide apart involuntarily as my eyes open and between moans.. I smile at you in the dim candle light of our shelter..
Colterbudd: I push my finger up your ass. TIGHT, oh man this is gonna be FUN. I look up at you and you are smiling so I guess you are really liking it?
Or maybe this is just normal for you Jerries?,
I throw the blankets off us and lift your tight hard ass up, drape your sinewy legs over my shoulders and enter you , the head on my cock PUSHING past your little hole
Peter the Legend:My bliss turns to agony.. as your slender fingers invade my hole.. if you had asked me questions right now.. your interrogation technique would have given you much,, much, more than name, rank and serial number..
Then the pain.. as you enter me.. the biggest cock I have ever seen and it tears into my up lifted body.. my legs over your shoulders..
I scream and every muscle in my body tenses and cramps.. and you pause.. smiling.. smirking at me.. until I relax and breathe again..
Colterbudd: I hear more carolling and a mix of English and German some distance away, happy voices, good to hear.
I push into you further, two, four inches, and let it rest there for a little before I thrust all the way.
I hear you moan and see you grimace as I enter you, but then that disappears and you quietly smile.
I take that as a sight to push in the final 4 inches. My cock is long and thick too, some guys can’t take, haha, they pull up their pants and run, but you're doing fine.
Peter the Legend: I hear music.. carols, beer hall songs.. a different pace and different rhythm.. the battle subsides.. I smile that the war must be over.. and try to take my mind away from the pain.
I manage a meek smile as you enter me . slowly.. deliberately.. between each twitch of my muscles.. I relax and you slide further in..
I feel a lump in my throat.. and can see you... your face, your eyes, your strength and your beautiful blonde hair and skin.. in another time and place.. looking like a god from my own country..
My cock hard and erect but not a skyscraper like yours... flops on my stomach.. leaking months of stored up precum on the hair line near my navel.. I am totally yours I feel.. at the mercy of my captor..
Colterbudd: Thinking to myself, this Jerry is cute and likes getting his ass ploughed. Well . he’s gonna get it ploughed DEEP. I pull out fast and thrust in again and again, repeatedly, your ass so tight, so smooth, and it's the best thing I felt since I got to this Hell. I plough you hard, thinking not of you but of my own pleasure, my eyes closed and I rip harder and harder into you
Peter the Legend: The expression on your face changes.. you seem to transport your mind to another place. as you start up a pace.. and a force that I did not even feel when your volley of punches was destroying my face and consciousness..
I moan and scream and try to writhe.. but a greater force within me is stopping my resistance..
My cock slaps on my abs,.. as you pound me and tear into me.. I must surely be internally bleeding.. My eyes roll back in my head and before long.. I am shooting my own seed.. all over me..
My face flushes red.. embarrassed to cum so soon at the hand of my enemy... but all I can do is submit to you.. until you have completed your deed..
Colterbudd: You scream and struggle and I clamp my hands on our shoulders to hold you in place. "You aint getting out of this little Jerry Bitch" I keep pounding you and months of pent up cum swells in my balls and streams to my cock head and explodes into your inside , YEAHHHHH! I roar
Peter the Legend: Your grip is strong.. I cannot move.. a mess.. a humiliated mess at the hand of my enemy.. then suddenly.. I hear you roar and scream as if someone has slit the throat of your soul.. and then feel a warm torrent inside me.. like machine gun firing cream you breed me.. and mark me as yours.. my body slumps.. exhausted.. silence surrounds me ... the singing has stopped..
Colterbudd: I let the last drops dribble into you as I collapse on top of your warm broad chest, holding you tight
Then I hear the singing has stopped too. Maybe there is no truce. I get off you, gather your pants and shirt, motion you to get up and go, SCHNELL I say, hoping it means quick like I think
Peter the Legend: You slump on top of me.. there is a moment of bliss.. or was it two.. then the sound of gun fire outside reminds us that a war is still going..
You throw me my clothes and exhort me to hurry.. I smile at your attempt to get the accent right..
I hurry from the shelter as you also are now back in your uniform and I manage a weak smile back at you..
In the half light of dawn.. I scurry over the top.. and start to crawl back to the trench hoping not to be detected.. a moment of shame crosses my mind as any thoughts of an iron cross have vanished..
Suddenly a shot rings out close by from behind me.. and I feel a pain in my back so intense that I slump...
The life seeps out of me as does my blood on the snow.. my life flashes before me again.. same as before.. but with one last enduring thought as I fade.. your piercing blue eyes.. driving deep into my heart..
I raise an arm into the air.. any one who would have seen it may have wondered.. was it a wave behind me.. or a plea for help from my side.. as another mother's son.. loses his life on the battlefields of hell... damning him to eternity and the potential of a great life extinguished....
Colterbudd: I watch you leave, careful at first, shells firing again, and see your smile, and smile back at you,. Kind’ve wishing you had stayed. and THEN you fall, hit by a big shell, crumbling, and I scream NNNNOOOOO! and run out to you, avoiding shells, getting to you and hold you in my arms, tears pouring as I kiss your face one last time
The Western Front of WW1 was a horrible scene of attrition and wasted life, which we remember as a lot of it happened 100 years ago and has been returned to us in remembrance through TV and Film. Many battles saw only metres gained .. Verdun.. 700,000 dead, the Somme, a million lives lost and Passchendaele another 600,000 killed in action from both sides.. this was just another forgotten story of another mother’s son.....
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2016-01-11 10:51Peter the Legend: The scene is the Western Front in WW1, December 24, 1914. Two lines of parallel trenches and gun emplacements, probably 60 metres apart separated by a wasteland of barbed wire and dead bodies from failed charges..
My name is Private Hans Schultz.. from just outside of Munich. I am but a boy, 19 last month, ripped from my family, friends and the end of my schooling..
I have watched my friends die and already only three months into this wretched campaign my friends die and at the hands of the man behind the gun emplacement almost within reach.... tonight under the cover of darkness I will crawl through wire, across the cold hard snow covered ground... take my knife and avenge their death... I will take the life of that British Dog.. and spit on his corpse..
Colterbudd: Colton Jones, from Manchester, 19 years old, volunteered for this, to die for King and Country and now I am wondering why. We have been stuck in this mess for months, cold, always wet, no baths, lousy food, and lice and fleas everywhere. Jerries across the way been killing off all my pals from back home, just me left of the 6 of us.
I'm sitting in my gun emplacement, keeping an eye on No Man's Land. Going to be a bad Christmas tomorrow. Wish I was home with Mum and Pa, by the coal fireplace n our little flat. .
Peter the Legend: Under the cover of darkness I crawl.. the weather is cold, snow is falling as it always seems to on the wretched fields of Ypres.. my goal is just ahead of me now..
Inch my inch, then foot by foot and yard by yard on my elbows and knees, stopping to release my coat as it snags on the barbs that cover this wasteland.. knife in my mouth, this must be silent.. even my Captain does not know..
Undetected I reach the right hand end of a short and narrow trench.. I jump silently and see my prey before me.. as my feet hit the muddy floor of the trench.. my target just a lunge away alone..
Colterbudd: What? I hear a splash and turn around to see a JERRY right in my trench. I pull out my sidearm and aim at him only a few feet away
Peter the Legend: I lunge at you and knock the side arm from your hand.. before a shot can go off.. it falls to the mud.. useless..
As I do.. I see it is just a boy, like myself.. and in my right arm I raise my knife.. ready to complete my mission.. I see the fear in your eyes.. and the shock as your gun splashes into the water.. a flare goes off overhead... highlighting your wide eyes.. your blonde hair, your smooth face.... muddied and grimy from your time spent in this hole..
Colterbudd: Gun swatted out of my hand, hits the muddy trench bottom. No mates around, I'm in a forward emplacement. A shell goes off overhead, and I see you lunging at me with a knife. I wonder if more Jerries are coming! I have to warn the Lieutenant!
You look about my age, 19, filthy, and you smell it. I go low and toss you over my shoulders as you lunge at me
Peter the Legend: Sporadic gun fire punctuates the night time sounds and the occasional voice calls and taunts across the wasteland.. cries of Tommy bastard and Jerry Swine are met with more insulting terms in both strong languages... the tone of the voices leaves nothing to the imaginations as the prospective victor promises hard core punishment on the near and dear of the opposite sex of the vanquished..
I lunge at this boy who I must kill with my knife.. and in fearful reaction.. you drop and arc under my arm, flipping me to my back in the mud.. my great coat drenched from the splash.. the knife falls from my hand.. as I roll and use the planked wall of the trench to rise up and face you.. hands up to box..
Colterbudd: You get up and brace yourself against the plank wall, your hands up to box! I see you lost your knife somewhere in the mud. Mine is in a scabbard on my thigh, I could draw it and rip you open from mouth to ass. I pull it and toss it aside.
"Yeah, Fraulein Fritzy lets have a good old fashioned bare knuckle. There’s nothing I would like better than to kill you with my bare hands. I toss off my own greatcoat into a dry raised recess where someone could rest and get out of the rain.
"Let's go Fritz"
Peter the Legend: I see you pull your knife.. even in the pale moon light of a harsh European winter that Sheffield forged steel finds a way to flash..
To my amazement you throw it away.. and peel off your coat.. and raise your fists and taunt me..
Graciously you allow me to do the same.. remove the slow coat and drop it to the side..
Hear you call me Fraulein and Fritz.. I raise my fists and jab, jab, jab with my left and right at your face..
Colterbudd: You get a few punches of, as I raise my arms to defend my face and divert most of them but some get thru and sting my face like hail. I feint an uppercut to your jaw but hit you hard in the gut, again and again
Peter the Legend: My boxing skills from the school I went to near Munich are known there, but here I am just a nobody, an unknown, no reputation.. no words to recommend me..
I connect a few jabs early, many fended as one does early in a bout, in a ring, with gloves and a ref... but not here.. no rules.. no mercy... not my fight.. as you power into my abs.. after feigning an uppercut.. I double over and drive my shoulder to your stomach.. pinning you against the dirt wall of the trench..
Colterbudd: My gut punches bend you but you counter by driving me into trench wall with your shoulder.
OOOOOFFFF my khaki shirt soaked by the muddy wall, and I axe your back with both hands. I learned some wrestling in school, but most of what I know comes from Pa talking me to pro matches in smoky halls, that's where I learned to fight dirty.
Peter the Legend: I hear the air escape from your lungs as the crack of your back on the wall hurts you.. but in a split second I am on my knees as you axe me.. between my shoulder blades.. I am smaller and leaner than you.. but have no fear.. and with deep breath.. throw my arm back and face your abs.. I fist them hard, your gut softened by poor diet of bully beef and stale bread and although my back burns.. I get to my feet and push your face back with my left hand.. and bam, bam, bam... my right fist continues to smash into your stomach..
Colterbudd: You recover and hit me hard in the abs, feels like your fist going back to the trench wall, bam, bam bam
I grab the back of your head and slam it down to me upraised knee, push you away from me and rip the soaking shirt off my torso
Peter the Legend: In defiance to the punishment I am dishing out to you.. you grab the back of my head and as your stomach forces you to double a bit from my hits.. it gives you extra momentum and force to drive my face into your knee..
Fuckkkk...... my nose.. I feel a crack as bone smashes cartilage... and blood begins to trickle from my face..
Smack on my ass.. I look up at you as you peel off your shirt.. I see a boy’s body like mine.. smooth.. but ripped... and slender... I try to back off scrambling crab like away from you but my progress is stopped by the wall of the trench..
Colterbudd: I follow you, kick you hard in the crotch, then grab your hair and pull you up, and rapid fire jabs to your already bloody face – "Yeah, You fuckin’ Jerry take this and this" It feels so good to pound on the enemy instead of just killing them from a distance. It’s cold out, a light snow, but I don't feel cold at all POW POW POW
Peter the Legend : Arghhh... a kick to the crotch from your army boots.. jolts me forward and my hair presents for your hand.. my face already numb from the cold and the blood and the hit to my nose.. as you yank me up and start again.. your fist like a steam powered piston smashes into my cheek and jaw..
My vision of your body, cloudy already as I hear you curse and swear and fire volley of punches after another.. my legs begin to weaken.. my hands up.. my back against the wall.. I bring a right knee up to your stomach.. and pray for a chance to breathe and for this punishment to stop..
Colterbudd: I'm hitting you so furiously I don't pay attention and you knee me hard in the gut. You must have put everything into it or I’m weakening, cause it hurt me real bad, I fold and stumble into the mud
Peter the Legend: I remember the reason for my mission as I knee you hard.. my face a mess.. aching in the stinging cold of winter..
You fold and fall.. and I see my chance to pounce.. the air is strangely silent.. as I push off the wall behind me.. and straddle your body and return the punches.. bang, bang, bang.. my knuckles crunch into your face.. retribution.. and again.. and again.. determined and frenzied to kill you with MY bare hands now..” take that you Tommy Dog”.. and again..
Colterbudd: your fists pounding my face as my head sinks deeper and deeper into the filthy slimy stinking mud. You yell at me and other than "Tommy Dog" I don't understand anything. I remember one of the pro wrestlers doing this, so I raise my legs up behind you, and lock them by luck around your head and drag you to the mud with me
Peter the Legend: I am going to town on your face.. returning the favour to your when I feel like I have been dragged down from behind.. smack.. the back of my head hits a rock and the fog from above comes into my head.. my arms flop to my sides for a moment.. and my chest heaves and I groan..
Colterbudd: You hit the mire next to me and I hear a thud. I jump back a little and see you lying there, looking like you’re out. I can’t tell what happened but I scurry around fast looking for a knife or anything to kill you
I kick you with one leg while I feel around for the knife. You moan but don't move. AHA! I find a knife, hard to tell whose. I wipe the knife on my pant legs and crawl over next to you. "Go Straight to hell you goddam hun!"
Peter the legend: Suddenly my woosiness.. is replaced by terror as my ribs sting from a kick.. I see you over me.. exhorting me to hell.. and my life flashes by me.. my family, my childhood, school, playing soccer, trips to town in horse and cart.. and now. as the blade flashes from a distant light..
A sound.. of music... of voices.. it must be angels... Silent Night.. in my mother tongue.. Silent Night... in that English drawl... punctuated by the deep tones of a Welsh Chorister.. oh to die at Christmas.. my mother.. my eyes well up with tears as I face you.. hatred, malice and malevolence in your eyes.. knife raised to make that fatal strike..
Colterbudd: CHRISTMAS! I hear silent night. and Stille Nacht too, both sides are singing! I think of home, of Mum and Father ,of my grey neighbourhood, of all the happy Christmases I had and I think "You must have had those same Christmases, in your own, Hun way, German Boy". I lower the knife and toss it aside, tears welling in my eyes. I drag us into the alcove, pulling the heavy canvas over the entry
Peter the Legend: I see your face and then close my eyes.. I have seen my friends die.. and I know what fate befalls me.. and then.. just singing.. you speak, you ask me a question.. about Weihnachten...and I feel myself lifted.. is it over.. and slumped to the floor.. it is dry.. and warmer..
I am almost too fearful to open my eyes.. heaven or hell.. at least my death was painless... but no.. I live.. and I see you above me.. I am speechless.. but then... why you no kill?
Colterbudd: I look at you quickly, handsome under all that mud. Lucky we have lots of water here at least. I Pour a bowlful and use an old cloth to wipe my face, and you a cloth and the bowl
Peter the Legend: I see you wipe your face.. clear now of mud and blood.. your stomach though red and bruised.. am I your prisoner I ask? As you give me a bowl and cloth to clean myself too..
Mud and blood from my eyes.. I peel off my shirt too and soothe my wounds.. too weak to fight you any more..what now Tommy?
Colterbudd: You clean yourself up. No, I will let him go its Christmas. I just want to have sex
I tell myself. I don't want to kill anybody, certainly not tonight. I see your handsome face emerge from the mud and look at your lean body as you peel your shirt off I think to myself, He does not look any different than me and my friends do, no horns, no tail. I open some canned soups, two cans and put both on a small gas hotplate. .
You are asking me a lot I can tell by your voice they are questions, but I don't understand much. I hear Prisoner in German, they did teach us that, and I say "Nein! Nacht Prissonier", badly but I think you understand, as you get a questioning look like "Then WTF are we doing?"
Peter the Legend: Your prisoner now.. I hear you say something about sex? I am confused.... it may be from the hits.. it may be from our isolation but I see you shirtless, handsome.. and... my body begins to stir.. in my army pants.. I loosen the belt a notch so as not to show..
Colterbudd: The soup warms fast and I find a couple of spoons, hand one can and spoon to you, start the eat the other myself. "Gute? I ask you?
Peter the Legend: You tell me I am not your prisoner and no kill at Christmas.. the aroma from the soup is bliss.. too much sauerkraut and pork have dulled my taste buds..
You feed me.. and I respond.. “ya.”..
Colterbudd: The carols continue outside. I open the curtain and crawl out in to the trench. No shells, no gunfire? I raise my head a little, and see our soldiers emerging from the trenches, and the Germans coming forward out of there, maybe 200 yards north> I watch briefly, and see the Germans are carrying a little tree, decorated for Christmas
I go back inside. "Komme, Komme" I say,
Peter the Legend: You leave for a second and go outside into the cold.. and then I hear you tell me to Komme..
I slowly get up.. and come with you.. as you offer me your hand.. I am still weak.. from the fight.. but revived by the soup...
I look and see the men advancing from both sides.. and a tree... and think the war must be over..
My hatred for you recedes... and I place my arms around you and gently hug you.. now we can all go home.. it is done..
Colterbudd: You hug me, and I put my arms up and hug you back, pulling you close to me as your warm body warms mine, and cock starts to stir. It has been so long I think, so long since I had a warm body next to me, a warm man’s body, to touch and caress, and maybe more. I put my hand on your hind end, squeezing it
Peter the Legend: You return my hug and where our bodies are together it is warm.. the biting cold on other parts of our flesh is in contrast.. as the singing goes on..
Your hands begin to do more than hug me.. and I feel different.. not at war.. in bliss.. perhaps I am dead and this is where soldiers go.. you squeeze my backside.. and we move back into the shelter.. as my body begins to respond.. I lead you back.. and our faces come together.. your blue eyes piercing my soul...as our lips meet..
Colterbudd: Your lips press against mine, and WOW you feel the same as I do! You are so handsome, but I don't know how to tell you. I open my lips and take your tongue in, while I gently caress your face
Peter the Legend: Still woosy... but blissfully so.. we kiss.. and our tongues meet and kiss.. you caress my face.. your eyes still melting me.. and my knees grow weak...my hand unhitches my pants and they fall to the ground as I slowly melt backwards into the blankets..that lie in a crumpled pile in the corner.. bringing you down with me.. I place a hand between us.. and start to play with your nipple as your heart beats furiously nearby..
Colterbudd: You drop your pants, and my cock grows harder and longer. You slowly pull me into the pile of blankets where I nap when they send out relief for me, which is rare.
As you draw me to the blankets I unloosen my pants and pull my underpants down too, my lips kissing your face and chest,
Peter the Legend: It has been three months since I was home.. a long time without love.. I buried some friends.. and now.. while you tell me I am not your prisoner.. you have captured me..
We now lie naked apart from our boots and our hard cocks grind between us.. my breathing short and sharp as you kiss my face and now down to my chest.. my head goes back into the blankets.. as I let out a moan.. my hands.. one to the side.. the other gently stroking your hair...
Colterbudd: I find your cock under the blankets and my mouth begins playing with it, gentle licks, feeling your balls
Peter the Legend: The gladiators went to the Elysian fields, the Norse Warriors to Valhalla, this little German boy has gone to the mud of Ypres.. and for the first time this all feels so good.. as you play with my balls and my cock with your mouth.. ughhh... I moan.. and I know I am embarrassingly leaking.. I have never been with another boy... but ohhhh.. my mind thinks no but my body betrays me.. and a low German "Yaaaaa" comes from my mouth..
Colterbudd: I keep working on your cock, lift the blanket to see you smiling, eyes closed, and a low yaaaa. I slip my hand under your arse and find your hole and tickle a little around it. I haven't had a LOT of experience with men, but before the war I started going to Nickelodeons, those dark quiet places where you can watch Moving Pictures. I found one in Manchester that shows men, sucking cock and fucking. Other men touched me there that's how I learned what men do to each other when they are alone
Peter the Legend: My body begins to heave and I sigh and I moan.. then suddenly tense as you fingers begin to reach around and touch my butt and you tickle my hole..
The muscles tighten.. and then relax.... this is new to me.. it was only last summer I had my first girl..
But I know I have been captured by the British and this must be their thing and as a German I cannot complain or be seen to be weak.... my legs slide apart involuntarily as my eyes open and between moans.. I smile at you in the dim candle light of our shelter..
Colterbudd: I push my finger up your ass. TIGHT, oh man this is gonna be FUN. I look up at you and you are smiling so I guess you are really liking it?
Or maybe this is just normal for you Jerries?,
I throw the blankets off us and lift your tight hard ass up, drape your sinewy legs over my shoulders and enter you , the head on my cock PUSHING past your little hole
Peter the Legend:My bliss turns to agony.. as your slender fingers invade my hole.. if you had asked me questions right now.. your interrogation technique would have given you much,, much, more than name, rank and serial number..
Then the pain.. as you enter me.. the biggest cock I have ever seen and it tears into my up lifted body.. my legs over your shoulders..
I scream and every muscle in my body tenses and cramps.. and you pause.. smiling.. smirking at me.. until I relax and breathe again..
Colterbudd: I hear more carolling and a mix of English and German some distance away, happy voices, good to hear.
I push into you further, two, four inches, and let it rest there for a little before I thrust all the way.
I hear you moan and see you grimace as I enter you, but then that disappears and you quietly smile.
I take that as a sight to push in the final 4 inches. My cock is long and thick too, some guys can’t take, haha, they pull up their pants and run, but you're doing fine.
Peter the Legend: I hear music.. carols, beer hall songs.. a different pace and different rhythm.. the battle subsides.. I smile that the war must be over.. and try to take my mind away from the pain.
I manage a meek smile as you enter me . slowly.. deliberately.. between each twitch of my muscles.. I relax and you slide further in..
I feel a lump in my throat.. and can see you... your face, your eyes, your strength and your beautiful blonde hair and skin.. in another time and place.. looking like a god from my own country..
My cock hard and erect but not a skyscraper like yours... flops on my stomach.. leaking months of stored up precum on the hair line near my navel.. I am totally yours I feel.. at the mercy of my captor..
Colterbudd: Thinking to myself, this Jerry is cute and likes getting his ass ploughed. Well . he’s gonna get it ploughed DEEP. I pull out fast and thrust in again and again, repeatedly, your ass so tight, so smooth, and it's the best thing I felt since I got to this Hell. I plough you hard, thinking not of you but of my own pleasure, my eyes closed and I rip harder and harder into you
Peter the Legend: The expression on your face changes.. you seem to transport your mind to another place. as you start up a pace.. and a force that I did not even feel when your volley of punches was destroying my face and consciousness..
I moan and scream and try to writhe.. but a greater force within me is stopping my resistance..
My cock slaps on my abs,.. as you pound me and tear into me.. I must surely be internally bleeding.. My eyes roll back in my head and before long.. I am shooting my own seed.. all over me..
My face flushes red.. embarrassed to cum so soon at the hand of my enemy... but all I can do is submit to you.. until you have completed your deed..
Colterbudd: You scream and struggle and I clamp my hands on our shoulders to hold you in place. "You aint getting out of this little Jerry Bitch" I keep pounding you and months of pent up cum swells in my balls and streams to my cock head and explodes into your inside , YEAHHHHH! I roar
Peter the Legend: Your grip is strong.. I cannot move.. a mess.. a humiliated mess at the hand of my enemy.. then suddenly.. I hear you roar and scream as if someone has slit the throat of your soul.. and then feel a warm torrent inside me.. like machine gun firing cream you breed me.. and mark me as yours.. my body slumps.. exhausted.. silence surrounds me ... the singing has stopped..
Colterbudd: I let the last drops dribble into you as I collapse on top of your warm broad chest, holding you tight
Then I hear the singing has stopped too. Maybe there is no truce. I get off you, gather your pants and shirt, motion you to get up and go, SCHNELL I say, hoping it means quick like I think
Peter the Legend: You slump on top of me.. there is a moment of bliss.. or was it two.. then the sound of gun fire outside reminds us that a war is still going..
You throw me my clothes and exhort me to hurry.. I smile at your attempt to get the accent right..
I hurry from the shelter as you also are now back in your uniform and I manage a weak smile back at you..
In the half light of dawn.. I scurry over the top.. and start to crawl back to the trench hoping not to be detected.. a moment of shame crosses my mind as any thoughts of an iron cross have vanished..
Suddenly a shot rings out close by from behind me.. and I feel a pain in my back so intense that I slump...
The life seeps out of me as does my blood on the snow.. my life flashes before me again.. same as before.. but with one last enduring thought as I fade.. your piercing blue eyes.. driving deep into my heart..
I raise an arm into the air.. any one who would have seen it may have wondered.. was it a wave behind me.. or a plea for help from my side.. as another mother's son.. loses his life on the battlefields of hell... damning him to eternity and the potential of a great life extinguished....
Colterbudd: I watch you leave, careful at first, shells firing again, and see your smile, and smile back at you,. Kind’ve wishing you had stayed. and THEN you fall, hit by a big shell, crumbling, and I scream NNNNOOOOO! and run out to you, avoiding shells, getting to you and hold you in my arms, tears pouring as I kiss your face one last time
The Western Front of WW1 was a horrible scene of attrition and wasted life, which we remember as a lot of it happened 100 years ago and has been returned to us in remembrance through TV and Film. Many battles saw only metres gained .. Verdun.. 700,000 dead, the Somme, a million lives lost and Passchendaele another 600,000 killed in action from both sides.. this was just another forgotten story of another mother’s son.....