Chapter 31: Fucking the Führer Soviet Style (GONE WILD 🥵)

A/N: I can explain-

Joseph did not shut up. But he did get to work...

Adolf gasped. Coarse, Russian hands were roughly exploring his hourglass figure, his trembling thighs, the slight opening between them, the soft skin of that precious, little neck. Stalin wanted to ravish each and every part of the Führer, to hear his submissive moans again and again, to make him beg for more until he could hardly take it any longer. He had waited so long for this moment. He could wait no longer. Leaning over the little German, he carefully removed his belt from its strap, placing it purposefully on the floor below them. Then, anticipation coursing through all seventy veins in his cock, he leant his masculine face over his delightful prey, purring in his deep, husky voice.

'Addie, I'm going to fuck you so hard that the class warfare I preach against the bourgeoise will seem like a nice bowl of borscht~'

Somewhere downstairs, Göring was screaming about butt plugs again. Adolf whimpered in excitement. 'Ja, Joseph. Fuck me like the good, little Aryan boy that I am!'

Joseph laughed breathlessly. 'You're so fucking hot,' he whispered softly, slowly beginning to press his cool fingers against Adolf's throat, 'I've told you that before, haven't I? But I just had to say it again. Simply to hear your sweet reaction...'

Hitler blushed a deep red. 'D-dankeschön~'

Stalin allowed his grip to tighten around his throat. Hitler gasped, his helpless moans barely escaping his tiny diaphragm. Oh God...

'You're very welcome,' purred Joseph, clenching his fist even tighter, 'You're mine, Addie~'

Hitler gasped in desperation, allowing himself to submit deeply into Stalin's safe grip, choking on stifled ecstasy. 'O-oh! Mmmmmm...' 

'Say it,' commanded the domineering Russian, 'Tell me who owns you!'

'Y-you do...'

Joseph did not relinquish his grip, not even a little as he felt himself growing harder and harder at Adolf's cute squirming. 'I can't fucking hear you...'

'Y-you,' Adolf gasped contently, 'You own me. I-i'm yours, Joseph.'

'Good boy.' Stalin removed his hands from Adolf's throat, tracing the redness that remained with a deep satisfaction.  

Adolf maneuvered himself onto his hands and knees, savouring the lightheadedness that had began to take root. He gasped again as Stalin softly stroked the surface of his lips, as he imploringly met the Russian's smothering stare. 'P-please daddy Stalin. I want you. Please take me now...'

Joseph sighed in pleasure at the words, permitting Adolf to finger the outline of his very sizeable bulge. But the German had little patience, the thought of Stalin's pulsating member penetrating his juicy body was driving him crazy. Both men gasped in relief as Joseph's trousers slid to the floor, revealing sexy boxers displaying the flag of the Soviet Union. But when Hitler attempted to press his thirsty lips to them, wanting to peel them off with his supple tongue, Stalin's firm hand halted the advance.

'Dirty fucking whore,' he whispered, making Hitler tremble with desire. 'But I don't think you seem eager enough...'

'I want you so badly, Joseph. I think I might just~'

'Beg for it, then. Stay on your perky little knees and beg me to use your Aryan bussy with my big Slavic cock.'

Adolf began to sob with uncontrollable lust. 'P-please Joseph. Please use my Aryan bussy with your huge Slavic cock. Please...'

Joseph let out a sexy growl. 'Undress for me, Addie.'

Adolf happily obliged, unbuttoning his itchy SS uniform. Stalin gazed lustfully at the Führer's tiny pink nipples.

'All of it...'

Still trembling, Hitler removed his frilly undergarments, nervously (yet excitedly) revealing to Stalin all of his vulnerabilities. 

Joseph reached out, fingering Hitler's perky little cock and his slightly discoloured testicle before lingering on the tightness lurking inside his plump posterior. 'Perfect...you're simply so perfect, Addie. Now undress me...'

'Ja,' moaned Hitler, hungrily ripping away at his USSR boxers, 'Ja, I can't wait for you to breed me uwu <:'

Abruptly, Adolf let out his largest gasp yet, unable to contain himself. Joseph's penis was humongous! It was bigger than the Eastern Front. And so thick. And so hard. Throbbing with excitement for his soft, warm body...

And then Joseph's hands were upon him once more. He cried out as the pleasure consumed him entirely, the strong, toned body of his Russian lover entangling itself between his own body. He felt Stalin's hairy, masculine legs embrace his legs. He felt Stalin's hard, protruding arms lock themselves around the back of his head. He felt Stalin's masculine and deliciously hairy feet tease his lips before beginning to explore the moisture within. And then...

'Ahhhhhhhhhfwuiefhwehuerfhuirehgfiuhrhtuhhihewfjir'

'Da...da...'

'EOFHREIUGHREIUGHUIHDUWHFURHEFURE'

'Da, my Adolf...'

'Dweoirfiehureifhuirehfurehfujodwjwjowejdiowejfoireoigwhughtghtrvbhiu FUCK FUCK FUCK JOSEPH OH MEIN GOTT JA Ohhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhewf9hreiughiughuifhuewihfr2398ry4fh938r7efvbh...'

Hitler began to lose himself to the pace of Stalin's rugged groans, the serenity of his hard, lustful cock moving freely within him. Nothing else mattered anymore. His insides were on fire with passion. He was so close...

'J-joseph I'm so close...' Adolf whispered.

'Shhhhh Addie,' Joseph panted besides him, 'You're close when, and only when, I give you the permission to be close. Understand...?

Adolf only whimpered, passionately sucking on Joseph's toes as he attempted to obediently fight the inevitable. 

But it was too difficult especially as Stalin's thrusts grew both deeper and faster, reaching new levels of lustful hunger.

'Joseph I can't-'

'Come with me, Addie...'

And just like that it was over. Two perfectly unified explosions of white purity as the two DICKtators sunk into a state of shared serenity. Hitler was grinning ear to ear. Stalin fondly stroked the spot above Adolf's upper lip, where little mustache hairs had begun to cluster once more. They lay together for a long time, savouring the moment...

...

'Addie?'

'Ja?'

'You know I love you, right?'

'You do?'

'Yes Addie. I told you that once. While you slept...'

'You really love me, Joseph Stalin?'

'I really love you, Adolf Hitler.'

'More than anything?'

 More than anything.'

'Would you... still love me I was a worm?'

'Of course, Addie. You know I never understood all of that woke gender stuff though.'

'Joseph?'

'Da, mein engel?'

'Mein engel?'

'Oh yeah, do you like it? I can call you something else if~'

'I love it, Joseph.'

...

'You were going to say something, Addie?'

'Ja.'

'What?'

 'I love you, Joseph.'

'Oh, about that Addie...'

'Ja...?

'Joseph, what is it?'

...

'Adolf Hitler...

Will you marry me? ...'