Maskedcop20

Hans stood on the balcony overlooking the crowded villa party, the cool mountain air doing little to temper the heat radiating from his body. His full rubber uniform clung to him like a second skin—glossy black latex stretched tight over his broad shoulders, powerful chest, and thick thighs. The high-collared tunic gleamed under the string lights, silver insignias catching every flicker. His breeches hugged his muscular ass and the heavy bulge at his crotch, tucked into tall, polished rubber boots that reached his knees. A thick braided cord hung from his shoulder, and his gloved hands rested on the stone railing as he surveyed the room like a predator.

He was a total top, and everyone at this exclusive gathering knew it. Powerful, commanding, and merciless when he wanted to be. Tonight he was hunting.

His sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd. Most of the men were dressed in sleek fetish gear—harnesses, jocks, tight leather—but none compared to him. A young, lean blond in a sheer mesh tank and tiny shorts caught his attention first. The boy was laughing with friends near the bar, but his gaze kept drifting back to Hans. Submissive energy poured off him.

Next to him was a stockier guy, dark-haired with a beard, wearing nothing but a rubber apron and boots. Built like a laborer, with a thick ass that strained the material. Hans’s cock twitched inside his uniform at the thought of bending him over.

And then there was the twink in the corner—smooth, eager, already half-hard in his tiny latex shorts, eyes wide as he stared openly at Hans’s imposing form.

Hans smirked, adjusting the prominent bulge in his rubber breeches. He downed the last of his drink and descended the stairs into the fray. The crowd parted for him instinctively.

“You,” Hans said, pointing a gloved finger at the blond first. His voice was low, authoritative, with a thick German accent. “And you.” He nodded at the bearded muscle boy. “Both of you. With me. Now.”

They followed without hesitation, the twink trailing behind after Hans gave him a commanding glance. Hans led them to a private suite upstairs, the heavy rubber of his uniform creaking softly with each step.

Inside, he locked the door. “Strip. Everything except your boots and socks. On your knees.”

The three men obeyed instantly, cocks already hardening. Hans stood before them like a god in shining black, slowly unzipping the front of his rubber tunic just enough to free his massive, veiny cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, already leaking. He stroked it lazily with one gloved hand.

“Suck.”

The blond dove in first, eager and sloppy, taking as much as he could down his throat while the bearded guy licked and sucked on Hans’s heavy balls. The twink worshipped the tops of Hans’s boots, kissing the glossy rubber before working his way up the officer’s calves.

Hans groaned, grabbing the blond’s hair and face-fucking him harder. “Deeper. That’s it… good boy.” Saliva dripped down the young man’s chin as Hans used his mouth like a toy.

After a few minutes, Hans pulled out, his cock glistening. “On the bed. Asses up.”

He positioned them side by side on all fours—three willing holes presented to him. Starting with the blond, Hans rubbed the fat head of his cock against the tight pucker, then pushed in raw and deep in one smooth thrust. The boy cried out in pleasure and pain as Hans’s rubber-clad hips slapped against his ass.

“Fuck… so tight,” Hans growled, pounding him mercilessly. The latex of his uniform stretched and gleamed with sweat as he fucked like a machine—long, powerful strokes that made the blond whimper and leak onto the sheets.

He switched to the bearded guy next, slamming in balls-deep, gripping those thick hips hard enough to leave marks through the gloves. “Take it. This is what you’re here for.”

The twink got the same treatment, though Hans went slower at first, teasing him until he was begging. Then Hans railed him just as hard, rotating between all three, using their holes one after another while they moaned and stroked themselves.

By the time Hans was close, he had them lined up again on their knees. He jerked his massive cock furiously, the shiny black gloves shining with precum.

“Open your mouths.”

Thick ropes of cum painted their faces and tongues as Hans roared in release, his powerful body shuddering inside the tight rubber uniform.

He wasn’t done. Not even close. The night was young, and Hans had three eager toys to break in properly.

“Round two,” he commanded, already stroking himself hard again. “This time I want to hear you beg for Officer Hans’s cock.”

The dim, cold interrogation room in the old barracks smelled of polished leather, boot blacking, and raw masculine power. The heavy steel door slammed shut behind him with a finality that made his heart hammer. Two towering SS officers stood before him in their immaculate black uniforms, the kind that turned men weak with fear and forbidden lust.

The taller one, with the peaked cap and silver insignia gleaming under the bare bulb, was Hauptsturmführer Voss. Sharp jaw, cold blue eyes, and a body built like a weapon wrapped in gleaming black leather. Beside him stood Sturmbannführer Brandt, bald, bearded, broad as a bull, his thick thighs straining the perfectly tailored breeches.

"You were caught snooping where you shouldn't, civilian," Voss growled, his gloved hand already gripping the prisoner's collar. "Tonight you learn what it means to serve the Reich."

They didn't waste time. Strong hands shoved him down hard. His knees hit the cold tile floor with a crack. Before he could protest, Brandt's massive gloved hand clamped onto the back of his neck, forcing his face forward until his cheek pressed against the warm, buttery-soft leather of Voss's breeches.

"Lick," Brandt ordered, voice low and dangerous.

The prisoner’s breath hitched. The leather was smooth, warm from Voss’s body heat, stretched tight over powerful thighs and an obscene, thickening bulge. He hesitated only a second before his tongue darted out, tasting the rich, polished hide. A low moan escaped him as he dragged his tongue higher, worshipping every inch. The scent of leather mixed with the musk of the officer’s crotch made his head spin.

"Good boy," Voss murmured, his gloved fingers tangling in the prisoner’s hair, guiding him. "Deeper. Show respect."

As he pressed his face harder into the officer’s groin, the prisoner felt it — the monstrous size of Voss’s cock. Even trapped beneath the tight leather breeches, it was enormous, thick as a wrist, pulsing and growing harder with every lap of his tongue. The outline was unmistakable, snaking down the officer’s thigh, the heavy head clearly defined. He whimpered, mouth watering, rubbing his cheek and lips along the massive shaft through the leather.

"Look at that," Brandt chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "The little slut already smells it. Get it wet for us."

They stripped him roughly, tearing his clothes away until he was naked and trembling on his knees. Voss unzipped his breeches with deliberate slowness. The thick, veined monster sprang free — easily ten inches of rock-hard, throbbing German cock, heavy balls hanging low beneath it. Brandt followed, freeing his own equally massive weapon, slightly thicker, the head already glistening.

"On all fours," Voss commanded.

The prisoner obeyed instantly, ass up, mouth open. Voss grabbed his head with both hands and fed him the massive cock in one long, merciless thrust. The prisoner gagged as it stretched his throat wide, tears streaming down his face, but Voss only pushed deeper, fucking his mouth with powerful strokes while Brandt knelt behind him.

Brandt’s gloved hands spread his cheeks. A thick glob of spit landed on his hole before the officer’s enormous cockhead pressed against it. There was no mercy. Brandt drove in deep, splitting him open in one brutal thrust. The prisoner screamed around Voss’s cock, the sound muffled as both officers began pounding him mercilessly from both ends.

The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping leather, grunts, and desperate moans. Voss’s heavy balls slapped against his chin while Brandt’s thick cock rearranged his insides, hitting that spot over and over until his own neglected cock dripped onto the floor.

They used him like a fucktoy, switching positions without warning. Brandt took his throat while Voss claimed his ass, the leather of their uniforms creaking with every thrust. They made him worship their cocks, licking every inch, sucking their heavy balls, begging for more in broken gasps.

Finally, Voss pulled out and roared, painting the prisoner’s face with thick ropes of hot cum. Brandt followed moments later, flooding his guts with a massive load that leaked down his thighs.

They weren’t done.

"Again," Voss said coldly, already stroking his still-hard monster. "You belong to the SS now."