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Pathetic Weakling

Requested by a wonderful person who I can't seem to find anymore.

A/N: I don’t typically do warnings but this chapter has mentions of Hitler as well as graphic depictions of torture. 

Additionally, I’m always open to requests, they may take me a week or two, so if anyone has any requests feel free to comment or PM me. There are almost no restrictions, but I will not mess around with Isreal for obvious reasons and I struggle to write anything straight(I can but it won’t be good). I’m active most hours so don’t hesitate to ask.

~Naz

*No one’s POV*

November 25, 1936. One month had passed since the signing of the Rome-Berlin Axis agreement, both countries with leaders hungry for land and power. Third Reich knew this, he knew how fickle and temperamental Adolf Hitler was, he knew that if he was to fulfill his führer’s wishes that we would need the little help provided by the older nation. 

Calmly Reich took a breath in as he read the time, 14:30. Fascist was supposed to be here hours ago, Reich thought to himself turning to gaze out the window at the world around him. “Sorry I’m late, I overslept.” The Italian man said bursting through the doors, pulling Reich from his thoughts.

“Fascist Italy, close the door.” He spoke The name with such venom the smaller had no choice but to obey, all the while Reich began closing the drapes. “You were supposed to be here at 12, how will I be able to rely on you in a war if you can’t even show up for a meeting?”

“War?” Fascist asked, “No one said anything about a war?” His face was visibly panicked was he that out of the loop? Third Laughed, just a small chuckle at first but slowly it morphed into a sadistic scream, his blood red eyes preventing him from looking anything but psychotic. Was this the man he agreed to help, or was this some kind of demon who had possessed his friend? The Italian man thought, oblivious to the German approaching him until a hard kick made him fall to his knees.

*Third’s POV*

I grabbed his chin, “You really are pathetic you know that?” He let out a whimper in response. He would be the perfect example, the perfect display as to what will happen to those who have crossed me, to those who wronged and belittled my family name. All who oppose me will suffer, I will make them pay. I will show no mercy. But first I had to start with the Italian, his father had stabbed mine in the back, breaking from the alliance and helping the allies to murder him in cold blood all for defending my mother. I couldn’t wait to break him, to feel the older male squirm underneath him as the Italian’s precious hole was abused repeatedly. I couldn't wait to break him and force him to submit to my every whim. His eyes widened as I grabbed his arm dragging him into a separate room, chaining him to the wall. "Shall I start now?" I gave a wide grin with eyes that could pierce someone's very soul. "A whip, maybe a knife? I will break you and make you bow to the boots of your Aryan superiors." Fascist stayed silent, not giving in to my threats, showing no fear for the future to come, He seemed almost numb. "If you want to be like that, I just have to put you through the worst hell imaginable." a glint of blood lust in my eyes, I picked up the whip and cracked it against his skin repeatedly in an x formation until blood started seeping from his back. He cried out in pain after each crack, begging me to stop. 

"Please stop, you're hurting me!" The man screamed in agony, but I would not stop until he submitted his body and mind to my rule.

“I will break you You will bow to your master and appreciate that you are still alive,” I screamed as the blood from his back splashed onto my face. The crimson liquid spilling onto my lips as I laughed maniacally. It seemed that he would clutch onto his spirit for dear life. "You're mine." I chuckled. "Why am I even talking to you? You’re bearly human. You’re a rabid dog that should be put down." I grabbed a riding crop off the wall putting the end of it to his chin making him look up at me. Tears pulled at the corners of his eyes begging to be released.

“Why are you doing this? I thought we were allies, friends?!” He cried out allowing the salty tears to begin running down his face. Before he could continue I brought my lips crashing into his causing him to moan out at my unexpected actions while I moved closer increasing the feverous passion of my mouth upon his. I bit and sucked on his lip pushing my wet, warm, muscle inside of his drolling cavern. Exploring every inch of the space with my tongue, claiming him as my own. He tasted sweet I thought to myself while pulling away for air. Fascist gasped for air below me, he seemed surprised, to say the least. Soon enough I moved to his neck nipping at the soft flesh until the Italian began to cry out from pleasure. I bit hard into the man’s milky white neck drawing blood and licking it up like it was some intoxicating drug, its iron taste filling my mouth and providing an erotic euphoria, as I felt myself grow and rub against his thigh. He looked at me wondering what I was going to do, I grinned widely flashing my sharp canines before walking around him and lowered his pants, to my surprise he wasn’t wearing underwear. That makes my life easier, I thought as I unzipped my pants and exposed my hard member to the cool air with a sharp inhale. Taking two fingers I moved them to Fascist's tight pink hole, running them around it, occasionally dipping one in just to hear the gasps from the man under me. I pulled my hand away only for him to whimper from the loss of contact, soon that contact was replaced by something much larger. “Will it hurt?” He asked his innocent brain must have been going a kilometer a minute. I chuckled.

“If it doesn’t I’m not doing it right.” The malice and discontent mixed with lust, contorting my voice in a threatening manner. Fascist gulped before screaming out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but mostly pain. I had only put the tip in but if this was the reaction I was getting just from the tip, the rest would be even more beautiful. I continued to push further in before getting bored from the slow pace and thrusting in completely. I couldn’t help but groan, feeling his insides tear from the force I put behind me, seeing the blood trickle out and drip down his legs as he shook from the pain. Without giving him time to adjust I began quickly thrusting into the smaller male, his screams of pain mixing with the sound of skin slapping together was like music to my ears. Every cry, every scream for help, sent me into pure bliss. I could feel him tightening around me, expressing that he was on the edge. I continued harder as my thrusts got sloppier before finally, after abusing his tight for so long, we both came, Fascist released all over the floor in sticky white bursts while I used my position to fill him to the brim, painting his wall a creamy white while some leaked out and mixed with the blood from before. We stayed like that for a few minutes before I finally pulled out and dressed properly again. I unchained him and helped him dress, Mussolini would have my head if he knew what I had just done. I lead him back to my office and opened the curtains again before looking out. “Can I trust you to start showing up on time?” My voice was questioning but softer than before.

“Yes sir.” Fascist's voice broke as he saluted me, I would tell he was afraid of what might happen should he be late again.

“I won’t be so easy on you next time,” I say turning to face him. “Oh, and if you even think about telling a soul, I won’t hesitate to wipe your pathetic piece of land off the map. Now go, we will meet again next month, do not disappoint me.” With that final threat, Fascist left. Finally, Reich thought, Someone other than Germany can take the pain.