My name is John. My boyfriend, Bob and I, were in the
woods on the fringe of the local park enjoying a day of quiet contemplation and
sex. All of a sudden, we hear a twig snap. We look up, and see two shirtless
young men approaching. They’re very handsome. The taller man appears to be
around six feet tall and 120 pounds. He has his head shaved on the side with a
short Mohawk in the center. He’s wearing a chain, and a pair of dark shorts
with a vertical white stripe down the side. The shorter one wears his hair in a
crewcut and wears a pair of multicolored shorts. He’s maybe 5’10” and also
around 120. Both guys are shirtless.
The taller one
says, “Hey, Fritz! Look at the two fags. If Der Fuhrer were still alive, he’d
take care of this swine!”
“Ya, Hans,
it’s disgusting!” replies his friend. Then the two exchange a glance, and
attack us. Unfortunately for them, both Bob and I are ex-Marines, and in top
fighting shape. I take on Hans. A few punches to his abdominals and he’s
doubled over in pain. Then a swift uppercut to his jaw, and it’s nighty-night
for Hans. Bob takes on Fritz, and his soft belly is no match for Bob’s fists of
steel. Fritz doubles over in pain, and Bob takes a branch from a tree and
crashes it down on the back of his head. Fritz collapses to the forest
floor. We had parked very near the
woods, and simply walked the punks to our car, and put them in the trunk. We
then drove about two miles to our house in the country. We pulled up, and went
to the trunk. We opened the trunk, and found the Nazi lovers still out cold. We
quickly picked them up, and carried them into our basement. We tore off what
little clothing they had on, and threw it in the furnace. The chain that Hans
wore I kept as a memento. I tied Hans spread-eagle against an old set of bunk
beds that Bob and I occasionally used. Fritz was tied to a chair for now. We
didn’t bother with gags. First, we had no neighbors, and second, we both wanted
to enjoy their screams.
After about 15 minutes, both jerks woke
up. They both started screaming and cursing.
“Swine! What is the meaning of this?
Release us now, you faggots!” Said Hans.
Fritz said, “Yes! How dare you two
fairies kidnap two sons of the Reich?”
“Listen, Hans and Fritz”, I reply. “
First, you aren’t going anywhere. Second, you need a lesson in how to treat
gays with proper respect. Oh, and feel free to scream. The nearest neighbor is
10 miles away. No one will hear you.”
“You can’t do this. You’ll go to jail.
Separate jails. And that’s assuming that our fathers don’t get to you before
the police.” said Hans.
“Listen up good, you Hitler freaks! No
one saw us in the woods. No one knows you’re here. Your clothing is burned to
cinders in our furnace. Nothing to tie us to you.” I replied. “By the way, how
old are you?”
Hans said. “Go to hell, homo!” which got
him a punch to his kidneys courtesy of Bob. While he was trying to resume
breathing, I asked Fritz the same question. Seeing what had happened to his
friend, he decided to cooperate.
“I’m 20 and Hans is 22”.
“Good boy, Fritz! Now, we’re going to
share with you the joys of homosexuality. First, we’re each going to rape each
of you. Then, Fritz, you’re going to both milk and rape Hans.” I said with an evil
grin.
“NO!” They both cried in unison. “We’re
straight. We could never show our faces in our families’ houses again. Oh, the
shame of it!”
“I don’t recall John giving you boys a
choice,” laughed Bob. With that, we both got naked. Bob whipped out his 10”
snake, while I uncoiled my 12” one. We both walked in front of the lads, and
their eyes opened wide in shock and horror.
“NO! You can’t put those in us. You’ll
tear us apart.”
“Bob, isn’t it touching. The two fag
haters are afraid of our dicks. What should we do?”
“Do? Why, what we said we was gonna do.
Fuck ‘em!” he replied. And without further ado, I rammed my rod up Hans’ virgin
ass, while Bob did the same to Fritz. Both of them were screaming, Hans a
little louder, since I had invaded him deeper. We stayed in them for about 5
minutes before cumming and sending our seed deep into them. Then we switched
and it was Fritz’ turn to hit the high notes. By the time we came, both Hans
and Fritz were crying like babies, as a mixture of blood and cum oozed out
their asses.
“Okay, Fritz. Your turn to rape Hans” I
said.
“No, you can’t make me. I won’t rape my
friend!” said Fritz.
“Fritz, you WILL rape him, and NOW! If
you don’t, I’ll castrate you right here, while Bob castrates Hans!”
“Gulp! OK, you damn faggots. I’ll do it”,
he cried.
“And don’t forget to milk him!” Bob
reminded him. I untied Fritz’ hands, while leaving his legs tied. The kid was a
pro. He went in and out of the hole, and with his other hand, started to stroke
Hans’ cock. He had Hans moaning in pleasure in no time.
“Oh, Fritz! Remember not to cum until he
does!” I said.
“Yes, sir”, he replied. He continued working in and out, while
stroking Hans’ cock.
Suddenly Hans moaned, “Here it comes!” and with that, he shot
ropes of cum clear across the basement. And almost simultaneously, Fritz shot
rope after rope into Hans’ ass.
“Well, Bob. I reckon we taught these boys
a lesson about proper respect towards gays.”
“Yeah, John. But they’re still damn
Nazis! They could turn back any minute.”
“You’ve got a point, Bob. Any ideas for a
solution?”
“Yeah, John. A FINAL Solution.”
“Now, Bob, we ain’t got no cyanide gas.”
“No, but there’s another way. I’ve got
two switchblades here. I say we gut the assholes, but instead of normal
gutting, we cut their bellies in the shape of the swastika.”
“NO!!! WE DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!”, they cry
in unison.
“You should have thought of that before
you attacked us in the park” said Bob. With that, we began carving their soft
bellies into the hideous Nazi shape. They kept crying and screaming. It must
have taken them almost 30 minutes to die. Then, in a final irony, we did to
them what the Nazis had done to so many gays during WW II. We threw their
bodies into the furnace and watched as it consumed their black souls.
a gratifying story , nice fantasy . thanks
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