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Aldo spun the gun around on his finger, staring at the tied-up man across from him. He continued pacing back and forth, watching the older man's eyes follow him. He put a hand on his hip as he stopped walking, giving the Austrian a small glare. "Alright, here's what I was ya to do. You're gonna answer my questions, and not gimme any fuss, ya hear?"
Hans glared at Aldo but stayed silent. That was, until the gun was suddenly pressed right against his temple. He gulped, nodding at Aldo before speaking. "Ja, fine, I'll go along with what you say." He practically spat out.
Aldo smirked as he slowly pulled back, chuckling. "That's a good lil' Kraut. Now tell me, Hell're ya doin' around here? Come to spy on me and my lil' group? Thought ya were just gonna get away with it?"
Hans continued to glare as he spoke. "It's simply my job to search and patrol, I do as I'm told und I am not one to disobey orders." He huffed as Aldo laughed, watching the man spin the gun again. "Now if you would be so kind as to untie me, I can be on my way and report nothing about you und your little group residing here."
Aldo rolled his eyes, looking down at the man with a stern expression. "Yea, that ain't gonna happen. You're stayin' here whether ya like it or not. And pal, I don't give two shits if ya hate bein' here. You're answerin' my questions and I'm not settin' yer ass free."
Hans grumbled, struggling against his restraints. "How about when you're done with me, hm? Are you going to kill me like you have those before me?"
Aldo laughed, putting both hands on his hips this time while still holding the gun. "See, if ya keep answerin' my questions right, I'll let ya go. But, if ya fuck around like the other guys, I'll kill ya. That clean enough for ya, Kraut?"
Hans nodded, still trying to struggle out of his restraints. "Ask away then, seems I have nothing to lose by answering your simple questions." He stopped moving for a moment to shoot yet another glare at Aldo.
Aldo spun the other chair in the room around, sitting on it so the back was facing Hans. He holstered his gun for now, safety still on. "Alright, let's get down to it. Who do you report to? Got some big and bad officer I should be afraid of? Or do you manage to report right to the big guy with the shitty moustache?"
Hans did his best not to crack the smallest smile at the insult of Hitler, even though he wanted to laugh over it. "I report to Colonel Kaiser, not to the 'Big Man' directly. I doubt anyone reports directly to him."
Aldo nodded as he crossed his arms and rested them on the top of the chair. "Not a got-damn clue who that is, sounds like some boot licker like yerself. Got a base close to here or do they just drop yer sorry asses off in the middle of nowhere?"
Hans tilted his head slightly. "We have people who do the driving, I'm not disclosing the location of our bases to you. Any other useless questions to waste my time?"
Aldo stood slowly, moving the chair out of the way. He pulled the gun back out, putting his boot on the chair right between Hans' spread and tied legs. "See, I don't like it when my captives talk back to me. So, either ya watch yer tone, or I'm not gonna be treatin' ya so nicely, capiche?"
Hans stared at the other man as he gulped, face flushing. "I..didn't think you were treating me too nicely to begin with, American."
Aldo smirked, tilting the chair back slightly using his foot. "Now, see here, that was a bad choice of words. Ya really want me to treat ya harshly, I will. Now, choose ya next words very carefully. This is yer last chance."
Hans' face grew a deeper red as he stared up at Aldo. He decided to push his luck even further. "How bad are you really going to treat me?" He teased a bit, trying to lean a bit forward.
Aldo used the gun to push the other's hat up a bit, exposing more of his face. "Ooo, ya really wanna know? Maybe I'll leave yer ass here to scream, but no one's ever gonna come. Maybe I could treat ya like a slave, make ya do all my housework with the threat of murder loomin' over ya head."
Hans shivered, face growing brighter than he knew it could. He stared up at the American's face with wide eyes, the ghost of a smile on his face. "I thought you would've just killed me, American, do I mean that much to you?" He just kept pushing his luck with the teasing. "I bet you-" He was interrupted by Aldo shoving the gun into his mouth.
Aldo chuckled as he watched the surprise show in the other's face. "Ya really just love pushin' yer luck, don't ya, Kraut? How's about ya shut up for a bit, huh?" Aldo held the gun in place as he scanned over the man.
Hans pressed his tongue against the gun in his mouth, his eyes slowly going half-lidded. He slowly looked back up to Aldo's face, onto to find the man smirking. His chair was soon set back on all four legs, though the gun remained in his mouth.
Aldo laughed, his boot moving to press against the other's growing erection. "Aww, lil' Kraut's into this huh? Maybe I'll get somethin' outta you." He ground his boot against the other man's crotch, chuckling again.
Hans groaned out around the gun, trying to press his hips forward to chase the friction. He almost moaned as the gun was forced further into his mouth, bucking his hips a bit. There was a faint wet spot on his pants from the precum leaking from his cock.
Aldo laughed out again, keeping his boot in place so the other could keep grinding against it. He began to move the gun in and out of the other's mouth, fucking him with it. His smirk grew wider as Hans began to moan around the gun louder, trying to move himself faster against the other's boot.
Hans was drooling around the gun, closing his eyes as he let himself be lost in the pleasure of it. He didn't want the moment to stop. He felt the boot move away, his eyes opening back up as he whined at the loss of friction. He did his best to give Aldo a pleading look, squirming in place.
Aldo laughed at the display in front of him. "Aww, does the lil' Kraut wanna cum?" He teased, stilling the movements of the gun before pulling it out. "How's about ya beg for it, maybe I'll let ya. Gotta make it worth my while, or I'll leave ya here like this."
Hans was panting as he stared, lips puffy and covered in spit. He sat up as straight as he could before speaking. "I'll tell you everything, where the bases are and where to find more soldiers. Please, just let me cum, I need it so bad." He squirmed slightly as he spoke, trying to find some way to get himself friction.
Aldo thought for a moment, tapping his finger against his chin. "Y'know, that is some damn useful info yer offerin' to give me, and for somethin' as simple as an orgasm? Ya must really be desperate for it, Kraut. Gonna promise me? Better keep ya damn word."
Hans gave the man a hopeful look, nodding. "Ja, ja, I promise to give you whatever you ask for, please just don't stop. "
Aldo hummed, thinking it over first before nodding himself. "Alright, seems like ya will be of use to me after all. Open wide, asshole." He pressed the gun back to Hans' lips, the man then opening his mouth and allowing the gun to slide back in. Aldo put his foot back in place, though it was a little closer this time. "Get to it, Kraut."
Hans immediately started bobbing his head, sucking around the gun in his mouth. His hips began to once again grind against Aldo's boot as well, already starting to moan again. He was in heaven by this point, tied to a chair and being pleasured by an intimidating American. His cock was leaking in his pants, making the wet spot even more obvious.
Aldo simply watched the man below him, trying to ignore the growing tightness of his pants. Maybe he could get the man to do some more for him, just this once. He began to move the gun again, trying to force it deeper into the Austrian's mouth.
Hans only grew more desperate as the heat in his crotch began to grow. He whined as Aldo moved the gun, hips stuttering slightly. He felt his release slowly creeping up on him, but he wanted to make this last. He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to move.
Aldo moved his other hand down to palm himself through his jeans when he was sure the other wasn't looking. He didn't want the man to know he was getting turned on by this. "Fuckin' like that, don't ya slut?"
Hans nodding with a mix of a whine and a moan, letting Aldo fuck his mouth with the gun. He felt so close, but he just couldn't push himself over the edge. He peeked his eye open, only to catch Aldo palming himself. That was what pushed him over, cumming in his pants with a loud moan. He panted as his movements finally stilled, opening both eyes to look at Aldo now.
Aldo pulled the gun from Hans' mouth, wiping it off on his jeans before holstering it again. "Alright Kraut, now that I did somethin' for you, yer gonna do somethin' for me." He pulled his foot back, standing back on two feet.
Hans was still panting, though he did look up at Aldo to show he was listening before speaking. "I need a moment to remember, sir, I-" He was interrupted by Aldo.
"Nope, not yet, I got somethin' else in mind." Aldo said as he undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down slightly, along with his underwear. "Yer gonna suck me off, and then we'll talk about what ya promised me."
Hans' eyes went slightly wide, before he began to smirk a bit. He didn't mind sucking another man's dick if it meant saving his own life. "Of course, I would love to, American." He purred out, leaning forward slightly.
Aldo chuckled, putting his hand on the back of the other's head. "Open up wide, Kraut, I'm not goin' easy on you." He pushed his cock into Hans' mouth, the other man licking around the intrusion while still staring up at his face.
Aldo groaned softly, soon bottoming out. He looked down at Hans, only to find the man staring right back at him while sucking around his cock. "Ya know just how to use yer mouth, huh Kraut? Feels like ya were made for suckin' cock." He teased slightly, which only made Hans flush.
Hans began to bob his head, letting the other's cock poke the back of his throat. He moaned around Aldo, causing the younger man to groan out. He squirmed slightly, already getting turned on again by having something in his mouth.
Aldo kept his hand on the back of Hans' head, gripping onto his hair slightly. "That's a good boy, keep suckin' for me." He forced the other man to move faster, chuckling as he felt Hans gag around him slightly. "Too much for ya, Kraut?"
Hans tried to one-up Aldo by bobbing his head faster than the other man was moving him, sucking harder around his cock. His own cock throbbed weakly in his pants, begging for more attention. He closed his eyes as he continued, feeling tears starting to prick up at the corners.
Aldo groaned as the other man moved faster, throwing his head back. It felt good to have something around his cock for once in a while. "Maybe I'll have to find yer ass again after I spare ya, ya give some damn good head, Kraut."
Hans moaned around him at the compliment, struggling at his restraints again. He wanted to use his hands, to touch Aldo, to touch himself. All he could do was take the other's cock in his mouth and squirm in place. But, if he had to be honest, he was enjoying it more than he should be.
Aldo suddenly forced Hans' head to be still, staring to fuck into his mouth good and fast. The other man moaned around him still, causing Aldo to groan out louder than before. "Yer mouth is so damn warm..."
Hans kept trying to free himself from his restraints, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt his cock growing hard once again, whining. He tried to ignore the tightness of his pants and the cold wet spot on his leg. Drool was falling from his mouth and mixing with his tears.
Aldo looked back at Hans finally, his own face flushing as he saw how ruined the man below him was. He felt the heat pooling in his groin as he groaned. "God, I'm not gonna last."
Hans looked up at his face, giving a pleading look with his eyes. He wanted the other to cum down his throat, to taste the man's seed. He moaned at his own thoughts, trying to focus on his own breathing to not choke himself.
Aldo gripped Hans' hair tighter, panting and groaning. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groaned out as his hips stuttered, trying to stay focused on his thrusts. He gave a few more slams before bottoming out in the other's mouth and cumming down his throat with a loud groan.
Hans swallowed around him the best he could, panting when Aldo finally pulled out. "Scheisse..." His voice was hoarse, drool and tears covering his cheeks. He looked up at Aldo before smiling a bit, sitting back in his seat.
Aldo let himself relax before getting dressed again, moving to ruffle Hans' messy hair. "Wasn't too much, was it cupcake?" He finally dropped the façade, giving Hans a slightly worried look.
Hans laughed at Aldo's genuine concern, shaking his head. "Nein, but I feel like I look like a mess now." He laughed a little. "Could you..untie me now, Apache?"
"Yep, on it." Aldo got behind Hans' chair, undoing the ropes around his arms, and then the ones around his legs. "Glad you enjoyed yerself, when ya said it was gonna be intense I thought ya meant shit I never did before."
Hans slowly stood, cracking his wrists and stretching. "Well, it seems we both had some fun. However, I..could go for a shower. Care to join me, Lieutenant?"
Aldo smiled, patting Hans on the shoulder. "Always, Kraut."