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."
The prisoner, broken, dripping, and utterly owned, could only nod and open his mouth for more.
