CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The blows rained down on him time and time again until the pilot was hanging limply from the bar, his head exploding with the pain he had to endure at the hands of the sadistic captain and his skilfully administered whip. All the while the soldiers returned to chewing aggressively at his nipples, and instead of gentle stroking, their hands pawed roughly at his balls and his cock - a cock which was proving to be very stubborn, as it perversely wouldn't go soft.

Eventually Rudi came to a halt with the flogging, pleased with the effect he had created - nasty welts that would heal with time. He knew that victory was slipping away and it would never do to leave behind a permanent mark of any of his crimes. Not that this pilot would have cause for complaint by the time Rudi Bramkamp was finished with him - and it was time to move closer to that consummate stage!

"Pull down his trousers and show me his ass," ordered the captain, whose body was also glistening with sweat from the exertion of the flogging. "Then you can chew on something else whilst I turn his lily white English ass into a flaming shade of red."

Muller and Schultz were delighted to obey this man they were now seeing in a whole new light. Big brutish hands immediately grappled with the pilot's trousers, ripping off buttons and yanking them down as far as they would go - the material gathering around his parted knees. His underpants followed as a tattered rag and the pilot's cock sprang out fully alert, solid and throbbing, pointing accusingly, a thick rope of pre-cum dribbling from the eye. For a few seconds the British airman knew only utter bliss as the juice was greedily lapped up by two tongues then a mouth engulfed his electrified member to suck hard on his tingling knob, whilst another mouth slurped at his churning balls that hung heavy and loaded in their generous sac.

Rudi took a moment to observe the fun, wondering what else he might toss these dogs to keep them tame and obedient. But his eyes soon wandered from the frontal attack to the delight that had been laid bare at the rear. The man was an enemy - an object of hatred - a murdering airman who killed innocent Germans. But that in no way diluted the unadulterated lust that Rudi felt as he leered at the pilot's beautiful ass! If anything it enhanced the savage attraction and screeching desire to screw the murdering bastard. The Englishman's buns were spectacular: the skin creamy coloured to match the rest of his body; the orbs wonderfully full, pert and round; and the crack in the middle looked deliciously deep - Rudi couldn't wait to plunge his cock inside it!

But wait he would! The German captain had already stated his case, and he'd meant every word - he wanted more than just a conquest and the plundering of fine flesh. He wanted this man who had committed atrocities against The Fatherland to know the meaning of complete surrender!