Joseph Goebbels’ arm collapsed under him with the force of the fucking he was getting. His face mashed into the pillow on his king size bed, and his head started rhythmically bumping against the headboard. He tried to ignore his discomfort, focusing instead on the fact that he had no idea when he'd again get a chance to feel this good, to get fucked this deeply and thoroughly by a man that he so thoroughly admired. One hand was between his legs, stroking his fat six inch cock; he had fallen onto the other. He was propped up on that elbow, his hand straining to graze one of his nipples. He was sweating, having been fucked already for ten minutes. He knew from experience he was probably going to get another half hour or so. A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he was smacked, hard, on his smooth right ass cheek.
"Yeah, baby," said a deep sexy voice, "you like that, don't you? I love how your big ass flexes when you get spanked." Goebbels felt another smack, harder this time, and he let out an involuntary moan and, reflexively, flexed his hard muscular ass. Goebbels pushed his arms back under himself, and looked down his torso. He was on all fours, his massive smooth body was taut, freshly shaved, freshly worked out, and perfectly defined. His massive pecs heaved with each plunging stroke into his ass, and his abs were tight, trying to balance Goebbels’ powerful 6'4" frame against the severe sexual abuse it was taking. The only hair on his body, was the carefully manicured swastika shaped bush at the base of Goebbels’ fat six inch cock, which was totally hard and tightly flexed up against Goebbels’ stomach. His smooth nuts were tight against his body, resting between his thick smooth legs. As usual, Goebbels had shaved his legs that mornings, and his massive quads, still sore from his morning military exercises, were straining to push back against the hard pounding his ass was taking. Goebbels loved his body--- but was only comfortable admitting this to himself under particular circumstances, mainly, under his fuhrer. He felt another hard thwack against his backside, and watched his pecs tighten against the heave the most recent stroke had caused. Between his legs, Goebbels could see two heavy, massive Aryan nuts swinging back and forth with the momentum of the fuck he was getting.
Goebbels and Hitler had first met in 1934. They were the two most important figures in the NAZI party, and Goebbels had been curious since he came to Berlin to find out if Hitler was up for fucking him, though he resigned his desires to secrecy. One night in 1938, Goebbels attended an official party rally. Hitler, was of course there, looking austere in formal uniform and jackboots. Goebbels kept trying to catch a glimpse of what was swinging between his legs, but he couldn't get any intel. After everyone had made their speeches, Goebbels went to take a piss. He wasn't paying attention and walked right into the bathroom while Hitler was taking a leak. The 6'8" stud had his shorts down and his huge Nordic snake in his hand. Goebbels tried to stammer an apology and back away, but he was entranced. Hitler knew it, too. He smiled and beckoned Goebbels to come in and close the door. Goebbels soon met Hitler’s massive eleven inch cut cock with its gorgeously shaped pink mushroom head and the huge nuts to match. Goebbels was instantly hooked on Hitler from the first sight, and the long, deep fucking he got that night left him addicted. Ever since, Goebbels did whatever was necessary to make sure he got fucked at least once every week by Hitler’s big monster.
"Take that big cock, baby," said Hitler, licking his lips as he plunged the full eleven inch length of his cock in and out of Goebbels’ hole. "Milk my dick like you want it, bitch." Hitler gave Goebbels another smack on his ass, leaving a massive hand-shaped red mark on the smooth skin. Goebbels’ ass clenched with the spank, and he could feel his ass tightening around the merciless invader. The room was silent, except for Hitler’s dirty talk, the occasional smack on Goebbel’s ass, and the regular sound of Hitler’s tight body ramming into Goebbel’s firm ass, his heavy nuts bouncing against Goebbel’s legs. Goebbels was in heaven, letting out a long low moan of pleasure as Hitler’s cock pounded nearly a foot inside him and then left him empty and aching to be filled again.
Goebbels had done as Hitler liked. He took a shower an hour before Hitler showed up, taking extra care to make sure he was completely clean. Then he shaved his arms and legs like he did before a rally. Then he put on a tight pair of white briefs and nothing else. The curtains were drawn in Goebbels’ room, and the light from the adjoining bathroom was the only light in the room. Hitler had stripped his comforter off the bed, leaving only the white sheets and pillows. Goebbels opened his garage door, so Hitler wouldn't been seen coming in, turned off lights in the house, and then went to the bed and laid down on his stomach. Hitler walked into the bedroom with a "yeah, baby" at the sight of the smooth impossibly well-muscled stud in his briefs and nothing else. Hitler was in a wife beater and a pair of loose sweats, tied off so that they hung low on his muscular ass. Hitler took a knee on the bed, and slapped Goebbels’ ass. Hitler loved how big and round the Party Member's muscular ass looked in the tiny white briefs. He started stroking his big monster through his sweatpants as he caressed Goebbels’ big muscular ass. Goebbels looked over his shoulder, showing Hitler his perfect white teeth, and moaned appreciatively as Hitler's hands started running all over his ass.
"Damn, you're pretty, boy," said Hitler, getting up and walking toward Goebbels’ head. He pulled the muscular white boy up onto his knees, and Goebbels dove into Hitler's chest, running his tongue over Hitler's neatly groomed chest hair swastika, as Hitler peeled off his wife beater. Goebbels worked his way down Hitler's tight, muscled stomach, bathing the taller man in his spit. Goebbels dove his face into the crotch of Hitler's sweatpants, and tried to wrap his lips around Hitler's quickly hardening cock. Hitler reached down Goebbels’ body, and ran his hands under Goebbels’ briefs. He grabbed a fistful of Goebbels’ hard ass, and Goebbels could feel his cock jump. "Fuck, boy, I'm going to miss this ass when you leave."
"Damn, Hitler, this ass is going to be lonely out in Munich," said Goebbels matter-of-factly. "You'll have to give it one hell of a sendoff." He peeled down Hitler's sweats, grabbed the fat monster by the base, barely able to wrap his large Aryan hands around it. He opened his mouth, and took four or five inches into his throat. Hitler's cock throbbed as it quickly hardened. Hitler had his hands down in Goebbels' crack, his thick fingers teasing around the warm hole. He pulled his cock out of Goebbels’ throat, and turned the fascist stud around, so he could see that big, beautiful ass. Hitler pulled off the tight briefs, revealing the perfectly round, hard muscle ass that he had conquered like Poland. With the briefs out of the way, Hitler dove into the smooth, hairless crack, and started tonguing Goebbels' hole. Goebbels loved the way Hitler rimmed him, and his fuhrer had a massive, and powerful, tongue. Hitler had Goebbels relaxed and opened up in no time, and had Goebbels ready to get fucked.
Now, almost twenty minutes into the fuck, Hitler was covered in sweat, and Goebbels wanted a better view. Fortunately, Hitler was ready for a change. "Roll over, boy," said Hitler, withdrawing his huge dick from Goebbels’ gaping hole. "Let me see that pretty face of yours." Hitler's head popped out of Goebbels’ hole, and he felt like he was gaping wide open after the pummeling his poor hole had taken. Goebbels rolled onto his back, his cock still rockhard against his flat stomach. His legs were shaking from the fucking he had taken, and it felt fantastic to finally take his weight off them. He stretched his massive arms up over his head, and felt his muscles relax. Hitler moved onto the bed, and was stroking his cock while he watched his beautiful master race fuck toy stretch himself out on the bed. Goebbels loved how austere Hitler looked; Hitler's massive dick was rock hard and slick with lube and sweat and spit, having just plowed into his muscular ass. Hitler's swastika tattoos were glistening with sweat that was dripping down his face and collecting in the valleys of his cut, muscular torso. His abs and pecs were heaving with each breath. Hitler looked like a Nordic god, and Goebbels couldn't wait to drain his divine load out of his nuts.
Goebbels lifted his huge legs up towards his head, and Hitler moved into position, lining up his eleven inch beast with Goebbels’ abused hole. The head went in smoothly, and Hitler sharply inhaled at the sudden sensation. Goebbels let out a moan of pleasure, and bore down, his ass ready to receive the big cock. Hitler slid in, and Goebbels rolled his hips against the cock, trying to get it all in him, trying with exhilarated desperation to make more space. Goebbels’ whole body shivered as he felt Hitler moving further inside of him.
From this new position, Hitler could get even more of his big cock into Goebbels, and when Goebbels felt Hitler's heavy balls press against his ass, he was shocked at how much more of Hitler's cock was now inside. Hitler saw that he was trying to get used to this new angle, and he pressed his weight against the Party Member's legs, pushing in as much as possible. After a few seconds, Goebbels visibly relaxed, and Hitler went to work. Hitler had Goebbels’ feet in his big hands, and used them to pull Goebbels’ legs up and away from each other. With his legs spread, Hitler had a bird's eye view of his fat Aryan cock pumping in and out of Goebbels’ hole. Goebbels’ cock was still rock hard, and Hitler saw that Goebbel’ stomach was glistening with the precum he was leaking.
Goebbels threw his head back in ecstasy as Hitler started pounding him seriously. He felt like he was being beaten up inside out, but as the fat shaft passed over and against his prostate over and over again, D_E felt his whole body suffuse with pleasure. He was moaning loudly, the sound interrupted only by the involuntary hiccup caused by Hitler bottoming out balls deep with each thrust. Hitler was breathing hard, and his heavy nuts were slapping with a wet thud against Goebbels’ ass on each thrust. Hitler's long body was fully flexed, as his arms supported Goebbels’ big legs, Hitler's hips and legs were thrusting, and his torso heaved with the exertion. Hitler's tongue was licking his upper lip as he focused on getting every last bit of pleasure from Goebbels’ hole that he could. Goebbels was doing his part by trying his best to clamp down on the big cock on the upstrokes and bear down on the downstrokes, but there was little he could do against the onslaught. Even a tight, toned ass like that of Goebbels was defenseless against eleven inches of divine Aryan cock plunging with the speed and strength of Hitler’s erotic blitzkrieg.
Goebbels prostate was working overtime with the pounding. Hitler was deeper than anything Goebbels had ever felt before, and that pain mixed with the pleasure coming from his prostate was driving him wild. Goebbels reached down, and ran his finger through the pool of precum on his smooth hard stomach, and brought it up to his lips. The sweet taste filled his mouth, and he saw Hitler crack a smile at the sight of his little fascist fuck toy enjoying his own juice. That smile was about all he could take. It felt like Hitler was close, because he seemed, if it was even possible, to be bigger for the last few strokes, and Goebbels’ prostate was finally finished. Goebbels felt his whole body convulsing in pleasure as his orgasm started deep inside him. He wasn't touching his cock at all, as it throbbed up from his stomach and his balls tightened into his body. He was now moaning so loud he was practically screaming. Hitler watched in amusement, as the muscular soldier's body started twitching all over, each muscle visibly flexing beyond Goebbels’ control. Hitler felt his balls start to tighten as Goebbels’ ass spasmed around his thick hot pipe. He tried to keep fucking as long as possible, but he was done when he saw Goebbels’ cock start spewing thick white cum all over the smooth mounds of his hairless stomach and chest. Hitler felt his own cum churning inside him, and pulled his big cock out of Goebbels’ ass with an audible pop. Goebbels immediately dropped his legs and laid flat, dominated, before his fuhrer. Hitler furiously beat his big cock as he started shooting cum up the length of the hot fascist soldier’s body. Goebbels’ arms were over his head, as his cock finished dropping its load. His own cum was quickly intermingled with the heavy spurts that Hitler was dropping all over him. When Hitler finally stopped spasming and stroking his cock and opened his eyes, Goebbels’ stomach, cock, balls, quads, chest, and neck were laced with the thick reward of the two NAZI’s brave endeavour.
As always, Hitler caressed Goebbels’ body while he slowly licked all the cum off his fuck toy. Hitler knew that he needed to plan a rally in Munich.