v08226 - Ewald Kleist, Photos and Documentaries part two

NOTE: This is an English erotic story. It is NOT a comic or a porn video.

"Ewald Kleist, Photos and Documentaries part two" by Cinema_in_the_head

6500 words erotic story in English language, plus one illustration, courtesy of Bad Kitty

This story is NOT for the faint of heart, it is about fat Nazi officers and other chubby mature men's humiliation, torture and death, hanging is the fetish, a complete fantasy.
If you love this subject, buy this story to support the author.

However, If you are easily offended by chubby mature men getting humiliated, abused, please do not venture further.

The intention is making friends with like-minded guys around the world.

SAMPLE:
A soft gong like before a theatrical performance announced the beginning of the execution. The guards took their places at the gallows and the officers initially placed themselves so that the convicts had to pass them on their last walk.
After a second gong, the last murmur fell silent. The door to the next room opened and Hugo Sperrle came out first. No, he did not come out, but he was dragged and pushed out by several MP. Despite his age, he used all his strength to fight against being brought to the gallows. Not because he was afraid, but because he saw a firing squad for the only appropriate form of execution. He snorted like a bull through his nose and his still gagged mouth, causing his saliva to come out as whitish foam, running down his chin and dripping onto his hairy chest. Again and again he tried to turn around to the officers and roared curses and insults in her direction, but because of the gag it became a completely incomprehensible porridge of gurgling and puffing sounds. It was unrecognizable that the strength of this beefy man was waning and so the MP had to fight every step on the way to the gallows.
Behind Sperrle Otto Meissner entered the hall. Only one MP accompanied him, but even that would probably not have been necessary. Otto Meissner quietly followed the angry Sperrle his head down. Through Sperrle's fight Meissner was only able to pass the officers slowly and with breaks. He was probably aware of his naked vulnerability, because after the first steps he tried to turn away from them. Not suddenly and anxiously, but rather protective.
Walther Funk came in last. He was visibly scared and looked around nervously. His round body was wet with sweat, which was certainly not only due to the summer temperatures. He was still cuffed like a suspect during investigations and therefore the only one with a short chain between his ankles. So he hopped with short steps behind the other two. The accompanying MP held him by the upper arm to prevent him from stumbling. Through the short hops that he made his belly and his breasts were bobbing and in rhythm with them the leather strap of the converted gag in his anus swung like a tail between his buttocks.
Because of Sperrle's fight, the way to the gallows for the three naked, old men took longer than usual. Meissner and Funk clearly showed how fear and shame were lodged in their intestines and crept slowly up to the abdomen and neck. They could feel the looks of those present and yet could not hide their aged, thick bodies.