Aryan Supremacists Get Taken Down

Note : This story is completely fictional!

"We must all stand together, as fellow white brothers, against all the kikes, niggers, and fags who would destroy our way of life...."

So spoke a young man at the new Aryan Army meeting. The young man stood there in camouflaged fatigues, a black beret, and shiny black boots. He was above average in height, slender but well built. In front of him were about twenty other, similar looking, and stern young men also in military clothes with black berets and boots. They all had the same military style haircut. They were all part of the same organization-the Aryan Army.

There organization had as its main purpose the subjugation of all people that its members felt were responsible for destroying America. Generally speaking, this included all homosexuals, Jews, and African Americans. Of course, "liberals" were also included. This meant any straight, Christian, Anglo who disagreed with their hateful views.

One by one, the young members came foreword, and recounted how they, individually or with the help of other members, beat up people that were included in their list of despised elements in America. Also they boasted of other hateful acts. These included the spreading of racist graffiti, and the defacing of a Jewish cemetery.

The time of this "meeting" was midnight, and the place was actually the auditorium of one of the areas better colleges. The members themselves were not soldiers at all, but college students. Especially frustrating to them, was the growing number of Jewish, African American, and foreign students on the campus.

"Now let’s see an example..." With these words the young speaker made a motion and out of the stands came, dragging, an elderly Jewish man. Surrounded by the "soldiers" of the Aryan Army, the elderly man was forced to his knees. Sobbing he was repeatedly kicked and beaten. It was a cruel and cowardly act. Finally, he was picked up, and tossed outside. He stumbled home.

"Mr. Rosen... what's the matter?" The words came from a young white student who frequently shopped in the man's store. Mr. Rosen was the 

elderly Jewish man beaten at the meeting of the Aryan Army. "You look like you got run over by a truck." "I feel worse", replied Mr. Rosen, with sarcastic Jewish humor.

Then Mr. Rosen told about how he was picked up by a group of kids dressed in camouflage, taken to the inside of the local college auditorium, and beaten up. 

"That’s terrible. Something has to be done about those guys." "But what? The police aren't interested. What can we do?" "I know what...there's a rough group of black kids I know, they might teach those racist punks a lesson." "Really, but there's one problem..those Aryan Army guys are also armed with automatic weapons. How are you going to deal with that?" "I'll find a way."

On the edge of the campus the young white lad, the old Jewish guy, and a mean looking black leader of a local gang got together....and hatched a plan.....

"I don't know about this, I mean, what if they are real soldiers?" "They ain't real soldiers, that's just it. They are just a bunch of racist white college kids." "Well, I mean, with our troops fighting in Iraq, I don't want to be doing anything against any real soldiers. It wouldn't be right." "Hey you know Mr. Rosen." "Yeah" "Well you know what those racist punks did to him." "Yeah, I heard. Mr. Rosen's a real nice old guy. They shouldn't have treated him that way."

Thus continued the conversation between young Brendan, and his slightly older friend, who went by the street name of Striker. Brendan was white, Striker was black. The two were talking about an Anti-Semitic attack on a mutual acquaintance of theirs, Mr. Rosen. Mr. Rosen, a sixty-five year old Jewish store owner, was kidnapped by a group of young punks dressed in black berets and army fatigues. They took him to the indoor basketball court at the local college, and brutally beat him. He was then released. As Brendan pointed out to Striker, the punks who did this were not soldiers at all. They were students at the local college who belonged to a hate group that went by the name the Aryan Army.

Brendan was enlisting the help of Striker and some of his friends, into doing something about the group.

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This group of punks called themselves the Aryan Army. They had as their philosophy, hatred against anyone not like themselves. This included blacks, Jews, homosexuals, and foreigners, (does that include Germans?) They all wore the same uniform. It consisted of black berets, grayish camouflage fatigues, and black shiny laced boots. The members, who were all male, were Anglo-Saxon and "Christian", (according to them). They were young, students at the local college, in their late teens or early twenties. They acted like military recruits, calling their commanding officer a lieutenant, and saying "yes sir, no sir!" a lot when spoken to by him. They numbered about twenty and were often confused for local ROTC cadets because of their daily pt rituals of jogging and calisthenics. They were generally fit young men.

The Aryan Army had as its leader a twenty-one year old student named Andrew Braddock. Young Mr. Braddock insisted on being called sir by all of his "soldiers”, and considered himself a lieutenant. In appearance, Lieutenant Braddock was tall, blond and handsome in a stern sort of way. His hair was very short, but not so that he couldn't put a part in the side. Most of the other members wore their hair in a military fashion. Lieutenant Braddock also sported the Aryan Army's same black beret and uniform at the group's secret overnight meetings.

These meetings were held in the indoor basketball court of the local college and were top secret. It was here that the group planned their attacks. These included vandalism of Jewish cemeteries, spreading racist graffiti, and finally the attack on Mr. Rosen. The group was getting bolder.
"Everyone, stand at attention!" Lieutenant Andrew Braddock of the Aryan Army spoke to his fellow members at the meeting. They all lined up, each dressed in the same uniform, to hear their leader’s hateful words. (Reader take note, you will have to read parts one to three for this to make sense). "We will now get ready for a real mission, attacking the niggers who are hanging around the campus playing basketball." The lieutenant was planning a late night attack on some black kids who were playing basketball near the college.

Inside the auditorium where this meeting was taking place, stood the members of the Aryan Army. There were about twenty of them, all dressed in army grey camouflage fatigues, and black boots and berets. Now, they were also armed. Four of the members were guarding the exits to the auditorium with automatic rifles. The rest of the members were armed with such items as knives, baseball bats, and similar items. Other than the guards at the exits, though, they did not have guns.

"Attention! This is the police! We are going to be conducting a search for illegal firearms!" The voice came from over the auditorium's PA system and indicated a police raid on the group for guns. Lieutenant Braddock was not afraid, however. He had planned for something like this. "Dumb cops. Thanks for the warning. Okay, weapons to the hiding place!" The four members with the automatic rifles promptly delivered them to the lavatory of the building, and hid them in the ceiling. "Good. We'll just wait for the cops. When they get finished, we'll just take our weapons out of hiding." With that all the Aryan Army members lined up together, unarmed, inside the basketball court, with Lieutenant Braddock in the lead. They even hid their knives and baseball bats. For several minutes the young white men stood in their military uniforms, waiting for the police to arrive, and all the time thinking how clever they were.

But it wasn't the police that entered the building. It was Brendan, Striker, and several other black guys! And they were armed! And four of them were actually carrying the same automatic rifles the Aryan Army members thought were well hidden in the auditorium lavatory!

That was the plan hatched between Striker and Brendan. When Mr. Rosen was being beaten up, he noticed where these guys always hid there weapons in case of police raids. That was how they got away with their operations so long. So Striker, Brendan, and several of Striker's tough friends, hid in the auditorium till dark. Then when the Aryan Army began their meeting, all that was needed was for Brendan to get on the PA system and pretend to be the police. The Aryan Army would hide their weapons, and Striker, Brendan and company would collect them. Now it was the Aryan Army that was to be the helpless victim.

"All right motherfuckers, line up against the stands!!" The bewildered Aryans complied. Suddenly they all started to look younger than before. Despite their uniforms, much of that military tough guy act was vanishing. "Any weapons...hand them over!!" A few of the Aryans, who had pocketknives slowly handed these over. Their larger weapons, the baseball bats and larger knives, were already in the hands of their tormentors. "Now...I want all your watches, wallets, and money..anything you got...assholes!!!" A few of the Aryans flashed red with anger at this, especially lieutenant Braddock. But what was the use..they were being held at gunpoint. Slowly they complied.

Striker was starting to enjoy this. And so was Brendan. A feeling of power came over them that finally these punks were getting a little dose of the intimidation they had dished out to others. "Now, you all hear me good, pussies, I ain't fucking kidding. Take off your tunics, and undershirts...NOW!!" The lieutenant and the other members stared in disbelief. They slowly unbuttoned their army tunics, removed their black berets, and finally took off their army t-shirts. When it was over, they stood shirtless in their khaki pants and boots before their conquerors. The tall, blond, and smooth-chested young lieutenant was starting to feel very uncomfortable. 
"And finally....hand over your boots and PANTS!!" "No..no...no fucking way am I gonna take off my pants in front of you niggers and that white boy, (Brendan), no fucking way!!" Thus Lieutenant Braddock was making an attempt to draw the line in his humiliation along with the other members of the Aryan Army. "All right, motherfucker, have it your way...guys...SHOOT THEM!!" Automatic rifles were raised and fingers prepared to squeeze triggers. "Wait, not me, not me!" One by one, the Aryans began to raise their hands in pleas for mercy. Then they lowered those same hands to untie bootlaces, and to unbutton trousers. Gradually, pants WERE coming down. The lieutenant just stood there, trembling. "You too, blondy! STRIP!!" The lieutenant's normally tanned face turned bright red. "Sir...you don't have a choice..just fucking do it!!" one of the other Aryans pleaded with Lieutenant Braddock. And so a final set of boots and camouflaged trousers was added to the pile of clothes stripped from the Aryan Army in the action by Striker, Brendan, and the others. The Aryan supremacists now stood there in only their socks and underpants. Since they were all getting ready for military style pt they were all wearing briefs. Most were the usual tighty whities, but the lieutenant and some of the members wore only tiny bikini briefs. How hot!!

Slowly, the hands of the Aryan supremacists descended over the pouches in their underwear. Humiliation. As a rule they were well built and athletic-looking. This, however, did nothing to reduce their shame. A couple of them, not the lieutenant, actually had military-style tattoos. This did not change the fact that all they were now were young, scared, clean-cut, men in their late teens and early twenties with beautiful bodies. This was especially true of the tall, blond lieutenant, whose smooth, bald chested, tanned frame topped with a handsome face and short yellow hair, looked just perfect. Yummy!! Revenge has seldom been THIS sweet!

"Good news, pussies! You can keep your socks. Bad news, give me your underpants!!" Nudity. Slowly they complied. Even lieutenant Braddock. Several of the black guys, even Striker, started to have erections. Brendan also began to have a hard on. When the Aryans took down their underpants, they each turned toward the back wall of the stands. This, unfortunately for them, only revealed their BEAUTIFUL BUNNS! Especially the lieutenant. His back was tanned, but his backside was perfectly white, and marble smooth. Oh yeah!

"Now, you little cowardly, homophobic, pussies, hands above your heads! And face front!" They did, even the lieutenant. Most of them had penises that were pathetically small. Yes, even the lieutenant, whose near absence of pubic hair did little to enlarge the size of the appearance of his cock. Then they all had to submit to a very thorough inspection of their bodies. They were checked for weapons, and even for lice, (you know where). They all then had to bend over and open their buttocks. This took a little while. Some of the black guys were tossing a coin to see who would inspect HIS ass. In the end it was decided that they ALL WOULD! 

"Now, get the duct tape...." Striker, Brendan and friends produced several rolls of duct tape and bound the hands of the now nude Aryan Army members behind their backs. By this time they all looked terrified and downright pathetic. "Please, please...what are you going to do to us....we didn't mean any harm...please, no!" They really looked hot, though, and young with their athletic bodies, buzzed hair, and bald chests and stomachs. As a rule their penises were on the small side, however. Now it was the African Americans (and Brendan) who had control of THEM.

Their leader, the "lieutenant" Braddock had special treatment reserved for him. Tall, blond, and terrified, he stood naked before Brendan, Striker, and the tough black dudes who were going to single out this arrogant bigot for their revenge. "So, motherfucker, you like to beat up old men, and fuck with cemeteries, we have something for you. On your knees!" The "lieutenant complied, and was promptly forced down on his hands as well. Then, with his naked, bound members looking on, his asschecks were spread by the powerful hands of Striker. Then Striker opened his fly...what a big black dick, and RAM! (After all, why do you think they call him Striker). Blond lieutenant Braddock let out a scream that almost sounded like a little girl's as his anus was ripped open by the massive black cock. Striker pounded and pounded his screaming, and pleading victim, and finally after about five minutes, let loose a huge gob of cum into his hole. When he pulled out his penis, the gobs of cum poured out with a massive fart, dripping down the blonde’s ball sack, between his legs and on the floor of the basketball court. The rest of the Aryan Army, by now all in tears, looked on in horror.

One, by one, the other black guys took turns fucking the lieutenant. Their dicks were not as big as Striker's though, and his ass was well lubed with Striker's cum, so the effect was less dramatic. "Geeze, all our dicks have got cum, and shit all over. How are we supposed to wash up?" The solution was obvious. One by one, the other members of the Aryan Army stepped foreword, naked and bound, and lent their mouths to this purpose. Their was some puking as the dirty black dicks were thrusted inside the mouths of the scarred young racist college students. But they did what was required and soon all the black dicks were cleaned with their saliva.

"Okay, now...burn their clothes!" The pile of uniforms and underwear was set ablaze in the indoor basketball court. Brendan stood by with a fire extinguisher lest the entire building catch fire. The fire was then put out, and the uniforms of the Aryan Army were just ashes. All the members, realizing now that they would be left naked, were crying up a storm like little girls. Sweaty, weeping, blond and nude lieutenant Braddock was also bound with duct tape. As he stood there to get his hands bound, cum dripped down from his sodomized ass.

Finally, as an ultimate humiliation, Striker announced, "bring out the video cameras!" Several video camcorders were set up, and the bound naked nude young Aryan Army was videotaped. These homophobes were then told that the video was going to be sold to some as gay pornography. Bound, and nude, the members were forced to suck each others dicks after announcing their names. Anyone giving a fake name, it was said, would be kidnapped and used as a sex slave. It was a terrific video. The last part was the best. All the members, including Lieutenant Braddock, were forced to turn around, spread their legs, bend slightly over, and...WHACK!..they were all drop-kicked in their balls. Finally, they were forced to stand up, limping and coughing, and with the lieutenant in the lead, were marched outside bound and naked. They were then thrown in the bushes and told to roll around.

After it was all over, Striker, Brendan, and their friends prepared to leave. "Mr. Rosen has a party for us at his house. He said there will be lots of cake and ice cream." "Great, I can't wait!" Then young Brendan had a thought. "I wonder how long it will take before those dumb Aryan Army guys rolling around naked outside in the dark take to realize that we threw them into a poison ivy patch." "I dunno."

"Poison IIIvveee, Poison IIIIVVEE..."sang young Brendan and his friends all the way to Mr. Rosen's.