MDB-02 Hard Marine and Nazi Master
Hard Marine
Nazi Master
MDB-2
Male Double Book
$3.95
Hard Marine
Nazi Master
MDB-2
Male Double Book
$3.95
Hard Marine
Introduction
Tig’s balls were tingling with unspent come. He hadn’t had a chance to get off since he’d been in boot camp. There was always some damn sergeant hanging around, breathing down his neck.
He didn’t like the idea of locking himself in the latrine for a quick, unsatisfying wank.
He was used to a warm, erotic mouth.
As he felt the pressure increase in his nuts he watched Bobbie pull off his shirt and start to undo his trousers. Tig stared at the older recruit, shyly hoping that the older recruit wanted the same thing he did!
FOREWORD
The lieutenant didn’t stop slamming his cock into the boy’s mouth until he saw the tears running down the Hawaiian boy’s cheeks.
Sammy was spitting saliva when Burton sat back. Heavily, the man came down on Sammy’s groin, grinding his ass against the young boy’s pelvis, reminding him that although his mouth was no longer plugged with raw, hot cock, his body was still at the American’s mercy.
“I… have partners, sure,” Sammy cried. “I want you to tell what you are going to do them, first, before I tell you… Ouch! No, I, please, no!”
Burton let go of the tender, bruised points of Sammy’s nipples.
The native boy felt the warmth of two big, mean, masterful hands coming down over his balls, just hovering there, behind Burton’s back.
Sammy shuddered as he imagined what those hands could do to him.
“I have two partners, and we sell the dope to American boys all over Pearl,” Sammy groaned at last.
Nazi Master
Introduction
The tall, burly Nazi began to unbuckle his belt. He drew the thick leather thong from around his waist and gripped it tightly in his hand. He twirled the Captain around again, exposing his lacerated buns. His eyes gleaming, Helmut swung back his arm and brought the leather belt down with a resounding slapping sound, leaving a long red mark on Justin’s smarting buttocks.
“Stop, please stop!” Justin screamed. But there was no doubt that his hardening pole wanted more!
FOREWORD
“Stop! You’re—You’re killing me! STOP! AIEEEEEE!” Captain Justin Dermont screamed as the hulking Nazi brute slammed eleven and a half inches of steely manmeat into the American pilot’s outrageously stretched asshole.
The handsome blond aviator had his arms trussed securely behind his back as he hunched over on his knees in the dimly lit bam, his face pressed against the damp hay.
He shuddered and sobbed each time Fritz pounded into him, driving the bulging truncheon deep into the American’s bowels.
“Very good, Fritz! Fuck him hard!” Baron von Bremer’s voice rang out near by.
The evil Nazi Kommandant was busy with Pierre, Justin’s French friend.
Soon, Pierre’s screams pierced the air as he felt the cruel Nazi commander’s entire fist slide inside his tormented ass, and Helmut von Bremer gave a low chuckle of evil pleasure, his penis twitching hotly as he worked his arm back and forth, driving it deeper and deeper into the wailing French youth’s hot, silky colon.
Justin’s mind whirled, and through the miasma of tears and pain, he felt, to his horror, a sudden surge of dark, bestial pleasure begin to consume him. His penis had sprung to attention, and he was responding unwittingly to the brutal fucking of the hulking Nazi rapist who was grunting like a bull as he plowed into him. My God! Justin said to himself in revulsion, I am becoming aroused by these filthy Nazi tormentors!
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