Hermann’s drunken state stood on his hands and knees, vomit staining the cold floor as he heaved heavily, his usually neat blonde hair ruffled and ripped out, clumps of his own hair in his clutched hands.
Adolf stared apatheticly, his hand barely grazing the doorframe as his former colleague panted, stopping for a moment before beginning to sob loudly, rubbing his nose with his sleeve, still clutching the hair he pulled out as he looked up at his führer, his browed knitted together with rage, though his eyes showed intoxicated sadness and fear.
The führer bared his teeth into a snarl, jolting forward at the trembling man, making him flinch and sob, releasing the hair he held in his grip to cover his face, standing on his knees, revealing his urine soaked trousers, which had been that way for hours now, knowing this man would plan his death, and was smiling as he thought of it, smirking down at the former gruppenführer, whispering, “April 28th, get ready.”
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“M-Mein führer, please stop!” Rudolf cried out, forced to his führer’s desk, his hands held tightly behind his back with strong, firm hands, his trousers at his knees as Adolf brought the paddle back to the deputy’s rear, the sound firm, echoing through the room.
“I can’t stand you and your nonsense, Rudolf, and you know this well, but I wanted to drill it through your thick skull.” The man replied, moving down to the weak man’s trembling thighs, swatting them violently, making the deputy sob out, his knees buckling.
Adolf set the paddle aside, gently pulling Rudolf’s trousers back up, buckling them back into position, hiding the red marks that stained the crying man, who managed to utter out, “I-I’m so sorry me-ein führer, I won’t misbehave again, and I promise!”
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Rudolf was perched on Albert’s bouncing knee, nervously glancing around at staring Spandau prisoners, watching them whisper and giggle as his brown eyes glistened with tears, which he was desperate to hold back as the dark haired man pressed onto his bladder, trying to make him leak in hopes it’ll get him to release, but the man didn’t want to, at least not in front of several others, and certainly not on his dear friend’s knee.
“You can go, it won’t matter to me.” The architect whispered into the deputy’s ear, making the bushy browed man shiver at just the sound of Albert’s quiet voice, which could make anyone shiver, but not just with what he whispered, how he whispered, or with that thick German accent that coated his every word, but it was the fact his breath was as cold as a Russian winter.
Being so distracted by the man’s breath, he let himself go, urine seeping through his trousers, soaking Albert’s knee, and puddling and dripping onto the bench and ground, the sound of liquid pattering echoing through the deputy’s ears as his face flushed a bright red, hearing others gasp in shock and Albert chuckling, making him embarrassed, but, at the same time, somewhat aroused at both his humiliation and the way his trousers stuck to his thighs and stained the architect’s knee in the process.
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