v08044 - Ewald Kleist, Photos and Documentaries part one

NOTE: This is an English erotic story. It is NOT a comic or a porn video.

"Ewald Kleist, Photos and Documentaries part one" by Cinema_in_the_head

12300 words erotic story in English language, plus one illustration, courtesy of Bad Kitty

This story is NOT for the faint of heart, it is about fat Nazi officers and other chubby mature men's humiliation, torture and death, hanging is the fetish, a complete fantasy.
If you love this subject, buy this story to support the author.

However, If you are easily offended by chubby mature men getting humiliated, abused, please do not venture further.

The intention is making friends with like-minded guys around the world.

SAMPLE:
That's the way Hans must have looked in Carl Wentzel's eyes as he smiled and maltreated his penis until it finally stiffened after several minutes. Hans sat down on a stool, pushed back the foreskin skilfully and reached out for a thin rubber hose. At that time, I had made some close-ups of how he grasped the Wentzel's penis with two fingers behind the glans with his left hand so that the urethra opened a little and inserted the tube with his right (hand). The photos later showed clearly that the hose was dry and not lubricated, as was usual in the drainage of a convict's bladder. Wentzel therefore screamed loudly in pain as the tube was inserted, trying to move his old, stretched body as Hans pushed the tube deeper and deeper into the urethra.
From time to time Hans paused, in which Wentzel gasped for air, then pushed the hose on. It could be seen from Wentzel's violent jerks when the tube passed through the prostate and finally penetrated the bladder.
Shortly thereafter, the urine began to run out and Hans got up from his chair satisfied. While the SS men made fun of the tormented man, Hans pulled a hose from the wall, turned on the water until it slowly flowed out of the end and stood behind Wentzel. He pushed the hose slowly between the wide buttocks until he touched the sphincter. I could not see that Hans had to put a lot of effort into it, but the moment the hose penetrated his gut, Wentzel's eyes opened and a deep sigh broke out of his mouth. His penis stiffened completely and bobbed under his belly as his bowel slowly filled with water. After a few seconds, Hans pulled out the hose and stepped aside slightly. Wentzel struggled visibly, pinching his anus. But finally he gave up and emptied his bowels in front of everyone present. He sobbed, the humiliation was so unbearable that it had destroyed him and he gave up his fight. Hans rinsed the ejection into the drain with his hose and then proceeded with the enemas.
The old farmer lowered his head and stared blankly at the floor. He showed no sign of resistance, only a faint sigh was heard when Hans pushed the hose back into his anus.