Now since I was a relative of an American working for the government, I did not need a passport. I started attending school right after I arrived which wasn’t that hard because I already knew German. I hooked up with a boy that was very good looking, blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and had big feet. See being on my own for such I while I developed a passion for means feet. Anyway, we became pretty good friends and I started hanging around his place on a regular basis. My dad didn’t mind because he was always busy and he thought it would do me good to finally have someone who I can talk to.

When I was always at his place, the first thing he did was to remove his shoes and walk around in his socked feet. I would get excited over the look and the smell and was at the point of beginning to get aroused for the first time. I was 14 and have been experiencing puberty for a year or more and haven’t learned to control it. You know how that is.

The end of the year his parents were gone and we were their alone for News Years Eve. We decided to get drunk and was listening to music, then listened to the radio and talked. As we got drunk I noticed something different about him, he was asking a lot more questions about what life was in the US, and if I had any friends. I began to tell him about my mother and I was shy and never talked to many people my age. I also told him that I was so shy that nobody back there would ever notice I was gone if something should happen to me.

A few minutes later he place his right foot on my lap, he was still in the same socks that we put on early in the morning. He said, “You know, I‘ll always be your friend and make you happy” as he started rubbing my crotch with his foot. Now like I said before, I haven’t learned hour to control myself and started pitching a tent. He said that he noticed me getting excited whenever he took off his shoes, and that we has been wanting me to give him a foot massage. It didn’t take long for me to grab his foot, started rubbing and sniffing it. At first he was kind of hesitant, but as I sniff and rubbed my face all over it he began to open up. That’s when he place his second foot on my chest and slowly moved it up to my mouth and nose.

I immediately got on the floor, pulled both pairs of feet on my face and worshiped them for about two hours. We fell asleep on the couch. We woke up the next morning with my face laying on his socked feet.  This started a regular routine until he began attending a after school program. This program would give them three hours of training at a camp. It was later known at the SS Youth Camp. They were training children for the up coming was that Hitler was planning.

I noticed that each month that he was in the youth camp he would get more aggressive and dominant over me. I guess being brainwashed into believing that Americans were a submissive race of people and the Germans were more superior. He began by pushing me down to the floor and making me take off his shoes. He use to take them off as he walked in the door.

He would look down on me with a sadistic grin enjoying humiliating me when ever he can. Soon it came to the point that he was going to be moving into the barracks. When I went back to my home, I noticed my dad was not there and everything was gone. Come to find out the SS placed him and his belongings on a plane back to the US in the middle of the night. They didn’t even give him a chance to contact me, because it happened so fast. I was scared and went back the Frederick and told him what happen. I explained to him that I didn’t have a passport and don’t know how I was going to get back.

That’s when he grabbed me and pushed me down on my knees. He said, “What are you willing to do for me if I get you a way back.” I told him anything. He then unbutton his pants, pulled his dick out and said., “I want you to grab it and suck hard.” Now I never had any thoughts about sucking another man off, but when I looked up I could tell he was serious. So I grabbed his dick, opened my mouth, and placed it around his hard dick and began sucking it. At first I didn’t know how to do it, but when he started moving it out and inside my mouth, I started reciprocating until it got huge. I had to get use to the salty taste, but I enjoyed every moment while he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed so hard it was hitting the back of my throat.  After he cummed in my mouth two times, I laid on the floor with his socked feet on my face. I laid their just looking up and seeing the smile on his face.

After I was done he looked down at me and said, “I knew I could control you, your just like all the other American’s, weak and pathetic.” I didn’t know what to say because I thought we got along good.   During the next three months he got more aggressive started making me sniff, worship, and suck him off twice a day He would humiliate me more and more and made me begin to call him master, and respond by yes sir.  He was still going to youth camp and every time he goes he comes back more demeaning, and more aggressive. I learned that the Youth Camp was a place where kids trained to fight a war. By now it was 1938 and Germany was attacking Europe and Russia on the other side. The soldiers were fighting long hours and had no time for personal relaxation to relieve the tensions of fighting. I was already settling in to being Fredericks sock slave and servant, while he learned how to deal with controlling his puberty. It seemed that with him using my mouth as a release he would begin cuming multiple times in one session.

Soon the day came for him to leave for service, but he didn’t want me to be alone, so he took me with him. Oh, I didn’t tell you that his father was an officer with political clout in the German Army, so Frederick didn’t have to go into combat, he was assigned to a military base. I don’t know what he told his superior officers but they let him bring me along.

Then I figured out why he brought me there, I would still maintain my regular duties of servicing him, but he began making me shine the boots of all the officers in the Officer Quarters. Frederick thought it would be a treat for me as a reward for taking care of him. He was right, it didn’t take long for the officers to start lining up for the boots polished.

So that began another chapter in my contribution to WWII, but not for the same reasons as everyone else.