My German Lover, Part 23, chapter 2

"...As I was saying... under the circumstances, I guess I understand", Paul slowly said. "But why does Foucarde refuse to call the gendarmes? And what did this SS guy did to him? Do you know?"

Now, Lutz had a big smile on his face, and he said:

"...Foucarde doesn't want to call the gendarmes, because he thinks the beating was done by the gendarmes..."

"Huh?", Will exclaimed...

"Yes, yes...", Lutz said, laughing... "The SS guy I'm telling you about... well... He, along with three of his SS friends... were wearing gendarmes' uniforms when they did it..."

"I don't believe you...", Paul said...

"...Well, that's what he told me yesterday...", Lutz said, laughing... "They even had a car with the insignia of the Gendarmery on it... So now you understand why Foucarde doesn't want to call the gendarmes, don't you?"

Paul couldn't help it and grinned...

"Yeah! But that doesn't tell me what they did to him..."

"Well, I didn't ask too many questions, you know! All I know is that Foucarde... well... Let's say he will have some problems walking for the next few weeks..."

"What do you mean?", Ludwig asked...

"Well, Foucarde knows by now how it feels to have more than one dick in his ass at the same time... and... well... he also knows how it feels to have a... fist... up there too", Lutz answered, laughing his heart out...

"You're kidding!", François said...

"No, no... I swear...", Lutz replied, laughing...

"But not only was he shaved... He was also whipped... At least, that's what the Vicar told us...", Paul said...

"Oh yes!", Lutz said, grinning... "He was shaved all over, including his head, just so he would be humiliated in front to the whole village... I like the idea... But of course, his hair will grow back. But the whipping will leave permanent marks on his body... He will have them till the last day of his miserable life. And that will serve as a... reminder, you know.. What Foucarde and his friends did to François was horribly wrong..."

Of course, they all looked at François, who had remained silent most of the time while Lutz was speaking. All they saw were tears running down his cheeks...

"...Okay! Now guys, not a word about it, do we agree?", Paul strenuously asked...

"We saw nothing... We heard nothing... We know nothing...", Ludwig answered, laughing...

"Yes...", the others answered...

Later during that weekend, Ludwig went to Lutz and said:

"...Um, Lutz... I'd like to ask you something..."

"What?"

"...Let's take a walk... just you and me..."

"Sure", Lutz answered, a bit puzzled...

So they went for a walk into the woods... and after a while, Ludwig said to him:

"Now Lutz... You know François is my best friend... I'm so proud of you, for what you did... I would have done it myself if I had not given my word to Paul..."

"I know Ludwig..."

"Yeah. (...) Nevertheless, I'd like to know what those SS guys really did to Foucarde..."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I want to know..."

"...Okay... But swear to me you will never tell..."

"I swear", Ludwig answered.

"Okay! There it goes... This is what the SS guy from Berlin told me:

"Lutz... We've done the "job"... and I swear Foucarde will never beat a gay guy again..."

"...What did you do to him? (...) He's not dead, huh?"

"No, no Lutz... Do you want to know what we did to him?"

"Well... I spoke to three of my "friends", you know... They are members of the SS, just like me... But I'm not sure they are very... how should I put it... "sane"... (...) Yeah! Let's say I'm not really sure they are sane...

"Anyway... We found your guy! At first, he wasn't too frighten... since we were all wearing gendarmes' uniforms... We told him we knew about the gay bashing... we laughed a lot with him about it... and after a while, he started to brag about it... So we knew then we had the right guy!

"...We all had a few beers with him... then we told him we had a little surprise for him, and he followed us to our car... We drove a few kilometres... away from the village... Then, we took him out of the car and we stripped him...

"I tell you Lutz... He was stunned! And he started to put some resistance! Of course, I had to beat him, and tell him he had to be very polite with us... I told him why we were there, and then... I tell you Lutz... I saw fear in his eyes! Oh, but I told him we would not kill him... no, no... but that he would suffer for what he had done to your young friend...

"That's when I think I saw piss running down his legs... Oh well, anyway...

"First, we shaved him... I mean... all over! The poor guy was sobbing! And he got very nervous when we started shaving around his dick and balls... you know... My friends are not barbers: They are butchers! So, I guess they left him with a few cuts down there, if you follow my drift...

"Anyway... We were all laughing a lot... But not him! Oh no!

"I looked at him and asked him: "Tell me you like what we're doing to you..."

"I don't know why Lutz... but he didn't answer me... I don't like it, when someone doesn't answer me! So I punched him a few times in the stomach, and explained to him it would be better for him to answer me and to address me as "Sir"... It didn't take long for him to understand, I swear...

"Then I told him: "So I hear you like to put things up some other guy's ass, don't you"

"Can you believe he didn't answer my question...

"I had to punch him again... a few times...and finally he said:

"...Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"...Yes, Sir!"

"Ah... Now we're going somewhere with you", I told him... "Would you like to have a big dick up your cute ass?"

"(...)"

"Of course, I had to punch him again...

"Yes, Sir!", he finally answered.

"Good... Cause my friend here would very much like to fuck you... Look at him, Foucarde: He has a big dick! Don't you like it?"

"...Yes, Sir", he answered, with a disgusted look on his face...

"Ohhhhhh no... That's not the way to answer me... Tell me you like his big dick... Tell me you really want it up your ass... Tell me...

"(...) Yes, Sir! (...) I do... I love his big dick... I want it up my ass...

"Good!

"Then, I turned to Ernst... one of my friends... and said to him: "Ernst: He's all yours..."

"Now... my friend Ernst... well... he really has a big dick... And I think he would fuck anything with two legs... even with four legs, you see?

"Anyway... Ernst is not... how could I say... He's not very "delicate", if you see what I mean...

"We roughly pushed Foucarde over the car trunk, face down... and while two of my friends were holding him there by his arms... Ernst shove his big dick in his ass... right up to the hilt...

"I don't know why Lutz... but Foucarde screamed... And I think I saw tears in his eyes... Can you believe that?

"Anyway... Ernst is a special specimen... He likes it rough... He fucked Foucarde hard and fast... and it didn't take long before he shut his jizz deep inside Foucarde's tight ass...

"Of course, I asked Foucarde: "Did you like that, bastard?"

"...Yes, Sir!"

"Yes what?"

"I loved it, Sir!"

"Do you want some more?"

"(...)"

"Do you?"

"...Please, Sir: Stop it!", he pleaded...