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The sound from the next room sounded like a sack of flour hitting the ground. It was a dull thud that Max heard as he searched the seemingly empty Berlin warehouse.
"Schisse!" He heard a muffled voice call out. The flat sounds of mortar shells and the percussive conversations of gunfire faded as the Americans marched in from the West and the Russians from the East. Max had gotten separated from his unit after he had been ordered to search the bombed out warehouse, but he was thankful for the reprieve he found in his aloneness, but he knew he wasn't alone for much longer.
Max lit a cigarette that he had been saving in his breast pocket of his uniform. Now was as good of a time as any to use it up, he needed to take the edge off after so many battles. He quickly finished it, all the while leaning against the crumbling wall of the warehouse. He carelessly flicked the butt of the cigarette into the shadowy oblivion across the room. Night was starting to fall.
"Unf," Max heard quite clearly this time. He could hear someone in a room being roughed up. That had to be it. With his weapon drawn, he made his way carefully to the next room. There was a massive, empty room that had once held great machinery, now it held only rusty metal. The ceiling had partially collapsed and exposed beams dangled like the legs of a foreboding spider. He proceeded with caution.
The next door was opened slowly, with a kind of reverence, like opening a tomb. It was some kind of office, probably where the foremen once propped their feet on broad desks made of cherry or oak. Now, an unusual sight was in front of Max... an unusual sight and unusual opportunity.
Max had to let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the small office. A single light bulb dangled from a wire in the middle of the room. Due to the constant shelling there was little electricity and the glass orb provided barely enough light to see. After a moment, Max gasped at the sight before him. First he saw the corpse tied to the chair. A male body in American uniform was bound and gagged, slumped forward with a bullet wound right between his eyes. Dry blood was caked around the soldier's lips. He had been dead for several hours easily. Who could have committed such a crime? Was there no humanity left? He thought to himself. On further investigation of the room the young soldier laid eyes on another American soldier. His cold, blue eyes couldn't believe themselves; an American soldier was beating and kicking a young Nazi.
The young Nazi was only about 22 years old. He had strictly cut blonde hair with a severe part and a lean, athletic body. His black Nazi uniform turned gray with dust and dirt as the unknown American soldier kicked and beat the shit out of him while he lay on the ground.
"Fucking Scum!" the soldier shouted as he tore the officer's jacket off, "I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson."
The Nazi whimpered, unable to effectively communicate his fear to the American.
"Help me teach this Nazi fucker a lesson," the man said, directed to Max. Max's whole body flushed with rage. He looked to his dead comrade in the chair who had most likely endured horrible torture leading up to his sudden demise. He noticed burn marks on the fallen soldier's face. A new feeling overtook Max, it was the overwhelming wave of blood lust. Someone had to pay for the atrocity that had been committed and he was going to humiliate and degrade this Nazi boy to make up for it.
The two Americans fell into a haze of hatred. They cared for nothing but revenge. Max was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He dropped his helmet onto a nearby table to reveal a thick head of dark brown hair. His face was caked in what looked like charcoal. He had worked his way across Berlin through collapsing buildings and fires and machine gun fire which had given him a rustic look. The other American was a man named Smitty. Smitty was shorter and stockier. He was well muscled, barrel-chested and had a chiseled jawline. His hair was straw-blonde and his eyes the same sharp blue as Max's. Both knew what the other wanted to do.
Smitty took out his pistol and bashed the Nazi boy in the back of the head. He had already secured the boy's arms behind his back with rope and he fell to his knees with a single blow. Smitty was not fucking around.
"Down on your knees, bitch," Smitty shouted. The boy did not comprehend. A second blow rained down on the Aryan's skull and this time he bowed to his master's will. Max wasted no time. He took out his army knife and sliced off the buttons of the young Nazi's uniform. He slashed at both the shirt and the pants, tearing them to shreds as the young man began to weep. Max and Smitty ripped and tore at the uniform hungrily. The once proud red, white, and black of the swastika was torn to shreds and tossed carelessly to the floor. Soon, he was naked on the cold cement floor. A slow trickle of blood oozed from the blonde scalp of the Nazi where he had been struck several times.
"Open your mouth," Smitty commanded. Again the boy had no idea what was being asked of him. "I SAID. OPEN. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH." Smitty said with considerably more force as he stuck his grubby fingers in the boy's mouth. The boy did as he was asked. He opened his mouth wide like he was at the dentist's office. Like he was being checked for cavities. Smitty's pants bulged at the sight of the helpless Nazi. His hard cock tugged at the fabric that restrained it. Smitty undid his belt and lowered his trousers and underwear to reveal a thick, fully erect cock. Max looked on with enjoyment as his own dick throbbed with desire. The young Nazi looked frightened, as if he had never seen a cock that big before. He had no idea what to do with it.
"SUCK." Smitty once again commanded in tandem with a simple hand gesture that was internationally recognized as "suck cock." The blonde boy reluctantly took the thick rod in his hand, it was not what he had expected, thick and hard but with silky smooth skin. He inched his face closer to the whopping dick and gingerly wrapped his lips around the head of Smitty's stiff cock. Max was enthralled, he had already removed his pants and undergarments and was stroking his ten inch dick as he watched the Nazi boy choke on the fat cock that was being worked into his throat. Smitty guided the boy's head, up and down slowly at first and then faster and faster until he was eventually slamming his cock all the way to the back of his throat. The boy choked and gagged and in his muffled, cock-filled mouth he begged for mercy.
"You should get in on this," he said to Max as he began to forcibly reposition the boy so he could bend him over. Max relished at the offer, he would choke this Nazi piece of shit with his huge cock. The boy gasped for air but Max was not about to show any mercy. He grabbed the blonde boy by his neatly kept hair and forced his thick cock down his throat. He dug his nails into the still bleeding scalp of the boy and forced his dick deeper and deeper until he could hardly take it anymore. The exhausted Nazi's eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth was raped by the massive American cock.
Meanwhile, Smitty had lubed his cock up with spit. He reached down and fingered the tight, nearly hairless ass of the Nazi. His ass had a particularly nice round curve to it and gave a nice handle for Smitty to hold on to as he mercilessly slammed his cock into the German boy's virgin hole. The boy wanted to cry out, but his throat was so full of cock that he could barely muster a grunt. Smitty worked the boy's ass over thoroughly. "Choke this little fucker. Choke this little bitch." Smitty encouraged as his thick meat plowed deeper and deeper into the boy's hole. Max reached down to the Nazi's throat and gripped his windpipe with superhuman strength. The boy's blue eyes watered and bulged as he looked up at Max, his tormentor. This could be his last vision. The boy's hole tightened on Smitty's cock. Smitty broke into a wicked smile as he moaned a bit.
The boy had changed his strategy, he was hoping to please the American soldiers in hopes that they would be satisfied with humiliating him and unloading their cum inside him. He hoped to save his life. Any other day this might have worked, the young Americans would have blown their loads, delivered a few more punches and left, but the dead American soldier changed everything. The body watched the crude scene from the corner of his eye, still slumped forward in the chair. This blonde Nazi, this Aryan prince had to die.
The boy, in a last ditch effort to get his tormentors to cum worked his ass harder and faster on Smitty's cock. He pushed back with each thrust which only encouraged Smitty to fuck him harder. Max's cock was practically puncturing his esophagus with each thrust and the rock-hard grip around his throat only made things more difficult. Tears pooled in his now hazy, softening eyes.
'I know what I have to do' Max thought with great anger washing over his heart. He reached over to where he had laid his pistol. He cocked the gun and pointed it between the Nazi's eyes, the same place the American had been shot.
"Yes!" Smitty groaned, "Do it! I want this son-of-a-bitch to die on my thick, American cock." Max was happy to oblige.
In the moments before Max pulled the trigger the German's cock had swelled unexpectedly to it's full hardness. Beads of pre-cum had dripped from his cock consistently. He looked up at Max with sad regretful eyes. It was too late for him, no pleasure could undo the atrocities of the Nazi regime. As his muscular ass was being pounded, human skeletons were being discovered across Germany, their own people dragged from their homes; starved, beaten, and gassed. Yes, this was a fitting end for a Nazi that had showed no mercy.
Max pulled his colossal cock out of the young German's mouth for only a second. He released his iron grip on the boy's throat. The boy gasped for air and in a vain attempt he shouted, "Nein!" Max pulled the trigger. The German's face opened up and brain matter shot out the back of his head onto his smooth, bare back. His blue eyes instantly muddied and rolled back in his head and cum exploded from his quickly deflating prick. Smitty took firm hold of the dying boy's hips to hold him up and thrust a massive load into the boy's ass. His sphincter convulsed erratically as his brain shot off random signals and massaged Smitty's cock. Max tossed the gun aside and once again shoved his throbbing dick into the boy's mouth. Blood cascaded down the boy's face and dribbled into his mouth. Any resistance the boy may have had to the massive prick inside his mouth faded and a pathetic gurgling sound filled the room as Max shot his huge load down the throat of the unfortunate Nazi. Both Smitty and Max continued to thrust into the boy as the last ounces of life left him and the last ounces of cum shot from their own bodies. When both men were satisfied they allowed the dead Nazi to collapse face first into the small puddle of his own cum that had collected on the floor. In this dingy warehouse in war-torn Berlin revenge had been served.
"Schisse!" He heard a muffled voice call out. The flat sounds of mortar shells and the percussive conversations of gunfire faded as the Americans marched in from the West and the Russians from the East. Max had gotten separated from his unit after he had been ordered to search the bombed out warehouse, but he was thankful for the reprieve he found in his aloneness, but he knew he wasn't alone for much longer.
Max lit a cigarette that he had been saving in his breast pocket of his uniform. Now was as good of a time as any to use it up, he needed to take the edge off after so many battles. He quickly finished it, all the while leaning against the crumbling wall of the warehouse. He carelessly flicked the butt of the cigarette into the shadowy oblivion across the room. Night was starting to fall.
"Unf," Max heard quite clearly this time. He could hear someone in a room being roughed up. That had to be it. With his weapon drawn, he made his way carefully to the next room. There was a massive, empty room that had once held great machinery, now it held only rusty metal. The ceiling had partially collapsed and exposed beams dangled like the legs of a foreboding spider. He proceeded with caution.
The next door was opened slowly, with a kind of reverence, like opening a tomb. It was some kind of office, probably where the foremen once propped their feet on broad desks made of cherry or oak. Now, an unusual sight was in front of Max... an unusual sight and unusual opportunity.
Max had to let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the small office. A single light bulb dangled from a wire in the middle of the room. Due to the constant shelling there was little electricity and the glass orb provided barely enough light to see. After a moment, Max gasped at the sight before him. First he saw the corpse tied to the chair. A male body in American uniform was bound and gagged, slumped forward with a bullet wound right between his eyes. Dry blood was caked around the soldier's lips. He had been dead for several hours easily. Who could have committed such a crime? Was there no humanity left? He thought to himself. On further investigation of the room the young soldier laid eyes on another American soldier. His cold, blue eyes couldn't believe themselves; an American soldier was beating and kicking a young Nazi.
The young Nazi was only about 22 years old. He had strictly cut blonde hair with a severe part and a lean, athletic body. His black Nazi uniform turned gray with dust and dirt as the unknown American soldier kicked and beat the shit out of him while he lay on the ground.
"Fucking Scum!" the soldier shouted as he tore the officer's jacket off, "I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson."
The Nazi whimpered, unable to effectively communicate his fear to the American.
"Help me teach this Nazi fucker a lesson," the man said, directed to Max. Max's whole body flushed with rage. He looked to his dead comrade in the chair who had most likely endured horrible torture leading up to his sudden demise. He noticed burn marks on the fallen soldier's face. A new feeling overtook Max, it was the overwhelming wave of blood lust. Someone had to pay for the atrocity that had been committed and he was going to humiliate and degrade this Nazi boy to make up for it.
The two Americans fell into a haze of hatred. They cared for nothing but revenge. Max was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He dropped his helmet onto a nearby table to reveal a thick head of dark brown hair. His face was caked in what looked like charcoal. He had worked his way across Berlin through collapsing buildings and fires and machine gun fire which had given him a rustic look. The other American was a man named Smitty. Smitty was shorter and stockier. He was well muscled, barrel-chested and had a chiseled jawline. His hair was straw-blonde and his eyes the same sharp blue as Max's. Both knew what the other wanted to do.
Smitty took out his pistol and bashed the Nazi boy in the back of the head. He had already secured the boy's arms behind his back with rope and he fell to his knees with a single blow. Smitty was not fucking around.
"Down on your knees, bitch," Smitty shouted. The boy did not comprehend. A second blow rained down on the Aryan's skull and this time he bowed to his master's will. Max wasted no time. He took out his army knife and sliced off the buttons of the young Nazi's uniform. He slashed at both the shirt and the pants, tearing them to shreds as the young man began to weep. Max and Smitty ripped and tore at the uniform hungrily. The once proud red, white, and black of the swastika was torn to shreds and tossed carelessly to the floor. Soon, he was naked on the cold cement floor. A slow trickle of blood oozed from the blonde scalp of the Nazi where he had been struck several times.
"Open your mouth," Smitty commanded. Again the boy had no idea what was being asked of him. "I SAID. OPEN. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH." Smitty said with considerably more force as he stuck his grubby fingers in the boy's mouth. The boy did as he was asked. He opened his mouth wide like he was at the dentist's office. Like he was being checked for cavities. Smitty's pants bulged at the sight of the helpless Nazi. His hard cock tugged at the fabric that restrained it. Smitty undid his belt and lowered his trousers and underwear to reveal a thick, fully erect cock. Max looked on with enjoyment as his own dick throbbed with desire. The young Nazi looked frightened, as if he had never seen a cock that big before. He had no idea what to do with it.
"SUCK." Smitty once again commanded in tandem with a simple hand gesture that was internationally recognized as "suck cock." The blonde boy reluctantly took the thick rod in his hand, it was not what he had expected, thick and hard but with silky smooth skin. He inched his face closer to the whopping dick and gingerly wrapped his lips around the head of Smitty's stiff cock. Max was enthralled, he had already removed his pants and undergarments and was stroking his ten inch dick as he watched the Nazi boy choke on the fat cock that was being worked into his throat. Smitty guided the boy's head, up and down slowly at first and then faster and faster until he was eventually slamming his cock all the way to the back of his throat. The boy choked and gagged and in his muffled, cock-filled mouth he begged for mercy.
"You should get in on this," he said to Max as he began to forcibly reposition the boy so he could bend him over. Max relished at the offer, he would choke this Nazi piece of shit with his huge cock. The boy gasped for air but Max was not about to show any mercy. He grabbed the blonde boy by his neatly kept hair and forced his thick cock down his throat. He dug his nails into the still bleeding scalp of the boy and forced his dick deeper and deeper until he could hardly take it anymore. The exhausted Nazi's eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth was raped by the massive American cock.
Meanwhile, Smitty had lubed his cock up with spit. He reached down and fingered the tight, nearly hairless ass of the Nazi. His ass had a particularly nice round curve to it and gave a nice handle for Smitty to hold on to as he mercilessly slammed his cock into the German boy's virgin hole. The boy wanted to cry out, but his throat was so full of cock that he could barely muster a grunt. Smitty worked the boy's ass over thoroughly. "Choke this little fucker. Choke this little bitch." Smitty encouraged as his thick meat plowed deeper and deeper into the boy's hole. Max reached down to the Nazi's throat and gripped his windpipe with superhuman strength. The boy's blue eyes watered and bulged as he looked up at Max, his tormentor. This could be his last vision. The boy's hole tightened on Smitty's cock. Smitty broke into a wicked smile as he moaned a bit.
The boy had changed his strategy, he was hoping to please the American soldiers in hopes that they would be satisfied with humiliating him and unloading their cum inside him. He hoped to save his life. Any other day this might have worked, the young Americans would have blown their loads, delivered a few more punches and left, but the dead American soldier changed everything. The body watched the crude scene from the corner of his eye, still slumped forward in the chair. This blonde Nazi, this Aryan prince had to die.
The boy, in a last ditch effort to get his tormentors to cum worked his ass harder and faster on Smitty's cock. He pushed back with each thrust which only encouraged Smitty to fuck him harder. Max's cock was practically puncturing his esophagus with each thrust and the rock-hard grip around his throat only made things more difficult. Tears pooled in his now hazy, softening eyes.
'I know what I have to do' Max thought with great anger washing over his heart. He reached over to where he had laid his pistol. He cocked the gun and pointed it between the Nazi's eyes, the same place the American had been shot.
"Yes!" Smitty groaned, "Do it! I want this son-of-a-bitch to die on my thick, American cock." Max was happy to oblige.
In the moments before Max pulled the trigger the German's cock had swelled unexpectedly to it's full hardness. Beads of pre-cum had dripped from his cock consistently. He looked up at Max with sad regretful eyes. It was too late for him, no pleasure could undo the atrocities of the Nazi regime. As his muscular ass was being pounded, human skeletons were being discovered across Germany, their own people dragged from their homes; starved, beaten, and gassed. Yes, this was a fitting end for a Nazi that had showed no mercy.
Max pulled his colossal cock out of the young German's mouth for only a second. He released his iron grip on the boy's throat. The boy gasped for air and in a vain attempt he shouted, "Nein!" Max pulled the trigger. The German's face opened up and brain matter shot out the back of his head onto his smooth, bare back. His blue eyes instantly muddied and rolled back in his head and cum exploded from his quickly deflating prick. Smitty took firm hold of the dying boy's hips to hold him up and thrust a massive load into the boy's ass. His sphincter convulsed erratically as his brain shot off random signals and massaged Smitty's cock. Max tossed the gun aside and once again shoved his throbbing dick into the boy's mouth. Blood cascaded down the boy's face and dribbled into his mouth. Any resistance the boy may have had to the massive prick inside his mouth faded and a pathetic gurgling sound filled the room as Max shot his huge load down the throat of the unfortunate Nazi. Both Smitty and Max continued to thrust into the boy as the last ounces of life left him and the last ounces of cum shot from their own bodies. When both men were satisfied they allowed the dead Nazi to collapse face first into the small puddle of his own cum that had collected on the floor. In this dingy warehouse in war-torn Berlin revenge had been served.
