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Pulling Rank. (Part 1/2)

Major Dieter Hellstrom x m!reader x Private Frederick Zoller (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: allusion to NSFW, mention of violence

Context: Idk where this came from but here we are, have part one of a questionable fic.

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Trailing behind Sturmbannführer Hellstrom as he leads Mademoiselle Mimieux through the restaurant, I can't help but curse myself internally for being so far into this damn operation that I now have to kiss the Reichminister's arse for any good information. If I'd known infiltrating the SS would entail stints like this, I would've bailed a long time ago; I'm much better at massacring Nazi soldiers than I am at playing the Gestapo captain. Especially now that feelings for a certain major have deigned to arise.

Holding my cap under my arm, I halt behind Hellstrom as we reach the closed-off room where Goebbels and Mondino are waiting, saluting briefly even as the Schütze Zoller stands and comes over to us. He barely spares Hellstrom and I a second glance as he immediately works his charm on Mimieux, speaking French with her as he guides her to the table. Following, the major and I listen as Zoller introduces Goebbels and his interpreter, gesturing to the two of us.

"And you've met the major and captain." He says, still in French, thankfully so we can understand him.

"Yes, though we didn't introduce ourselves." Hellstrom chips in, smiling mechanically, clicking his heels, "Sturmbannführer Dieter Hellstrom of the Gestapo, at your service. And this is Hauptsturmführer (Y/n) (Y/l/n), also of the Gestapo."

As the major introduces me, I smile and click my heels, trying not to let my distaste show on my face.

"Good to meet you, Mademoiselle." I intone politely, speaking the little French I can with a passable accent.

The cinema owner smiles back, though the expression is just as false as mine is.

Hellstrom gestures for her to sit, pulling out a chair and pouring her some champagne, before he himself takes a seat. Waiting for the superior officer to settle, I sit in the chair beside him, remaining quiet as Goebbels begins to regale Mimieux and Zoller with some useless information, as he so often does. I do my best to pay attention, but the ridiculous nature of all he's saying eventually starts to pass over my head, my interest fading fast. It's nothing the Basterds will need to know, at least.

Hellstrom seems to notice my impassiveness, leaning across subtly to offer me his cigarette case.

Suspicious, I look at him. In all the time I've known him (even in intimate times) the major has never offered me a cigarette, let alone from his own case. Steely eyes meet mine, glinting from a completely neutral expression, nothing to be seen as to his ulterior motive. Carefully, I reach out and take a cigarette, pulling out my own lighter before he can, doing my best not to pull a face at the foul taste of his brand of choice.

As I smoke, I let my eyes roam over the group of us, still as unimpressed by Goebbels as the first time I saw him. Mimieux seems confused, which is entirely plausible given the impromptu invitation, Mondino only translating what her superior tells her to. Hellstrom, naturally, is watching the exchange with schooled neutrality. Zoller, on the other hand, has his gaze fixed on me. Completely and unashamedly.

Blinking, I stare back, feeling myself quickly becoming hot under that probing gaze, knowing exactly what the man is doing, though it is entirely unexpected, especially from him. Fighting back a blush, I try to look away, only to go tense as I suddenly feel a hand on my thigh, strong, slender fingers rubbing possessive circles into the soft flesh. I have to bite back a groan, my eyes flicking up to see Dieter hasn't even looked at me, his hand inconspicuously moving under the table even as Frederick watches.

Trying hard not to show any outward reaction, I focus back on the conversation, struggling now that I have the attention of two men on me, feeling myself getting hot under the collar as the hand on my thigh skates up towards my crotch.

"Are you quite alright, Hauptsturmführer? You look unwell." Zoller finally asks in the lull of conversation, flashing me a quick smirk as everyone turns their eyes on me, Hellstrom squeezing my leg in warning.

"Fine, thank you." I smile shakily, afraid now that I'm being obvious.

"Are you sure? The Schütze is right, you do look flushed." Goebbels butts in, though his question is far from genuine, rather slightly suspicious.

Bowing my head a little in gracious thanks, I repeat myself.

"I am well, just a little warm." I say, fighting every instinct to buck into the finger that suddenly drags a line over the crotch of my slacks.

Goebbels nods, going to say something else before his eye catches something else.

"Ah, Landa! There you are!" He calls out, grinning widely.

Instantly, Hellstrom and I are on our feet, heels clicking, arms lifted in salute.

Colonel Hans Landa steps into the room, nodding at the two of us to stand down, grey eyes surveying the scene before him. A pleasant smile is plastered across his lips, though his eyes hold an unnerving gleam, as if he knows something about us that we'd rather nobody knew. Indeed, I can feel my breath catch in my throat as they pass over me, hoping that my particular facade isn't too transparent this time. Thankfully he moves on with no further consequence, greeting Goebbels and Mondino with courteous grace. Zoller introduces him to Mimieux, who goes unfortunately pale, eyes filling with barely concealed terror.

Curious, I watch her for a further minute, before I stand back from the table, offering the colonel my seat. Taking it, he thanks me briefly, without interest, before he turns back to the table, where Goebbels and Mondino have gotten up to leave. Hellstrom joins me, ready to escort the two out, leaving just before we can hear Zoller being reprimanded for speaking out of turn by the senior officer. Together, the major and I help the more distinguished guests to their car, before returning to the restaurant foyer to wait for Zoller, who we have been instructed to escort. Almost as soon as we're inside, Hellstrom commands me to go to the bathroom, following close behind.

My breathing quickens as I enter the room, standing idly as the major checks the stalls, before he returns to me. Piercing eyes fixed hungrily on me, he uses his taller frame to back me into the wall, expression still neutral, though his lips seem to tilt into a smirk now that we're alone. Pressed flush against the tile, I stare up at him, slightly worried, though rapidly becoming hotter and hotter under the collar as the major lifts a hand and wraps it gently around my throat, using it to pin me to the wall. Instantly, a flush of arousal goes through me and my cock twitches in my trousers.

"You must learn to be more discreet, Hauptsturmführer. You nearly got caught just now." Hellstrom's thin lips have pulled into a familiar mocking sneer now, his breath hot on my lips as he keeps close.

"Yes, Sturmbannführer." I gasp back, knowing he wants a response.

He scoffs, casting a critical eye over me.

"And look at you now, so desperate for me already." He looks me in the eye, "Tell me, do you want every cock you see, or just mine? I'm curious."

Before I can reply, the door opens, signaling the entrance of someone new. Instantly, terror goes through me, knowing exactly what this looks like and what the consequences are, my body quickly going to push Hellstrom off, though he only shoves me harder into the wall. His head turns lazily to the door, a grin now in place on his lips.

"Frederick! How good of you to come!"

I turn my head, eyes widening when they meet the lustful gaze of the Schütze, my cock inadvertently pulsing at the sight of him.

"How could I resist the offer, Sturmbannführer." He replies, smirking at Hellstrom knowingly.

"How indeed." Dieter sneers at me, "I have a captain here who needs teaching a lesson. Do you feel you could aid me in this task?"

His words send a bolt of carnal want through me, an inaudible groan escaping me at the threat.

"I do." Frederick agrees, chuckling darkly.

"Good. Let's get going, then. We can continue this elsewhere." Dieter releases me, pushing me in the direction of Zoller, who catches my smaller frame easily.

Looking up at him, I almost whimper at the gaze he fixes me with, forgetting for a moment that he's lower in rank than I, and that I'll need to act as such when we emerge from the room. He rights me, grinning mockingly as I adjust myself and start to walk to the door, yelping softly as he suddenly swats my ass.

The dark laughter that follows me only serves to arouse me further.

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Pulling Rank. (Part 2/2)

Major Dieter Hellstrom x m!reader x Private Frederick Zoller (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, swearing. This is an absolutely disgustingly badly written fic🙃

Context: Frederick Zoller and Dieter Hellstrom teach the reader "control"

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Hastily, I climb into the car behind Zoller, hesitant to turn my back on Hellstrom even for a moment. The major is close behind me, crowding me into the door so my ass brushes against his crotch as I step inside the vehicle, drawing a sharp sound of mocking disapproval from him.

"Can't even wait until we're out of public." He scoffs as he seats himself beside me, barking out orders to the driver, who seals the glass partition instantly after.

The quarters in the car are cramped, thighs pressing against each other, arms flush, tension building between us. For a long moment, silence reigns between the three of us, until Hellstrom suddenly replaces his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. Biting back a gasp of surprise, I try to ignore the rising embarrassment flooding me as my cock twitches, turned-on by the strength of that grip on my leg.

Dieter wastes no time, moving his hand up towards my crotch, fingers swiftly curling around the bulge beginning to form in my slacks. This time I'm unable to stop the gasp that escapes me, my hips jerking up into the callous touch, only to be forced back down again with a reprimanding noise.

"Look how needy he is, Frederick. Already hard from a little teasing." The major comments, voice lowering an octave as he squeezes my cock in emphasis, "Go on, feel for yourself."

Whimpering, I bite my lip, glancing across at Zoller, who's trained his darkened gaze on me. Hellstrom removes his hand, a smirk pulling at his lips as Zoller's large palm replaces it, closing around my bulge decisively and firmly. Slowly, torturously, he drags the heel of his hand over me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"That hard from so little?" Zoller barks out a teasing laugh, leaning in to growl straight in my ear, "I can't wait to see how he takes his punishments."

My heart seems to miss a beat at the feeling of him speaking so directly into my ear, his usually smooth voice roughened with lust, just as Hellstrom's is.

"Oh, he takes them very well. He's the perfect little fucktoy." Dieter gives me a heated look, "Aren't you, boy?"

Whining a little at the pet name, I find myself nodding before my dignity can catch up.

"Y-yes, Sturmbannführer."

Thankfully, the car pulls up outside our destination, which I belatedly realize is the major's own accommodation whilst we're staying in Paris. Both men remove their hands from me, climbing swiftly from the car, waiting for me to join them on the pavement, lust-blown eyes fixed on my every move. Hellstrom quickly leads the way into the rise of apartments, taking Zoller and I to the largest, a spacious flat on the very top floor.

As we enter, Dieter instantly turns and grips my chin, leaning in close to give his instruction.

"You know what we want. Get on the bed, naked. Don't even think about touching this." He growls, lowering his hand to briefly grasp my bulge, before he pushes me towards the bedroom.

Hastily, I go to the desired room, hearing them laughing at my eagerness behind me, aware that I'm making a fool of myself, yet so wanting of the humiliation that I can overlook it for now. Hellstrom's room is as neat and pristine as usual, as if completely untouched by the man himself. I try to ignore it as I strip, folding my uniform and placing it on the desk in the corner, my boots on the floor by the chair. Completely naked now, I bite back a sigh as the cool evening air encompasses my hardened cock, my nipples quickly becoming hard as I sit on the bed, hands under my thighs as if I am to be interrogated.

It doesn't take long for the sound of heavy footsteps to signal the arrival of the two men, my heart pounding now. I look up timidly as the door opens, Hellstrom smirking proudly as he sees me, Zoller grinning just behind him.

"I told you he's well-behaved. He just can't control himself." Dieter says to Frederick, as if they've been having this conversation for a while now.

"I can see that. I guess we'll have to teach him some control?" The private replies, eyes dragging over my body appreciatively.

"That we will." The major nods, licking his lips, "He puts on a good show. What do you say, Hauptsturmführer? Are you going to show the Schütze what you're best at?"

I nod at his words, watching as the two sit down, Zoller in the desk chair, Hellstrom in the armchair placed in the opposite corner, both eyeing me intently.

"Yes, Sturmbannführer."

Hellstrom lifts a hand in a "continue" motion, giving me a pointed look. Instantly, I place my own hand over my cock, gently beginning to stroke myself.

A soft groan escapes me at the contact, my cock twitching as I drag my palm over it, pressing my fingers against it in all the ways that feel best, pleasure quickly beginning to build within me. Running my thumb over the head, I smear some of the precum that has started to form there over my hot skin, using it to lubricate my movements.

All of a sudden, Hellstrom makes a sound of irritation, standing and coming over to me to grip my chin again, tilting my head up to look at him.

"What do you call that, boy?" He snarls, fingers digging into my cheek, "Pathetic. Completely pathetic."

He looks to Zoller, jerking his head to beckon him over.

"Take your belt off and use it to tie his hands behind his back." He watches as Zoller hastens to comply, securing my wrists tightly behind me, looking incredibly turned-on by the events he's witnessed, "Good. Now show him how to properly please a man."

Frederick looks at Hellstrom in slight confusion, before it swiftly dawns on him what is being asked of him. Dieter finally releases my face, but not before he spits on me, to which I only just stop myself moaning, leaving me in the hands of Zoller as he steps back to watch, piercing eyes betraying his own arousal.

Zoller stands by me, so the major can see, taking my hand in his, which he then forcefully closes around the cock he's exposed to the air. I swallow at the feeling of him in my palm, the flesh hot and heavy as he starts to use my hand to get off, twisting my fingers around himself. His grip on me is tight, pressing my fingers into him, squeezing his base and setting a powerful pace very quickly, grunts beginning to escape him with each pass of my hand over him. Momentarily removing it, he orders me to spit on my palm, before he uses that to lubricate his movements, sliding my hand over his head and right down to his base, where he quickly dips back to fondle his balls.

As he does this, I feel my cock starting to get harder, the sensation of Frederick's own exciting me, my body aching to feel him inside me. Glancing over to Hellstrom, I almost moan under the intensity of his gaze, his trousers noticeably renting where his cock is straining to be released, his hands twitching.

All of a sudden, Dieter stands, coming over to me with a purposeful stride. Halting in front of me, he opens up his trousers and pulls out his cock, the reddened length already almost completely hard. The head nudges against my lips, his hand gripping the back of my head.

"Open your fucking mouth, boy." He growls down at me, groaning lowly as I comply, his cock sliding straight into my waiting mouth.

Zoller groans at the sight of his superior's cock disappearing between my lips, his pace quickening as he watches Dieter begin to fuck my throat. I do my best to caress the underside with my tongue, but the major simply grips my hair harder, fucking into me faster. My hands itch to touch myself, but I know better than to give in to the urge and ask to be released, making sure I sit pretty for the two men to use me, their cocks already twitching, weeping from their own ministrations.

"Fuck, Sturmbannführer, I need to cum...His hand feels so good…" Frederick groans out, hips bucking into my touch now, grip tight as a vice on my hand, his gaze fixed on me.

"Do it. Go on, cum all over his hand and face." Dieter commands him, forcing his cock deeper into my throat as the private moans and orgasms, semen splattering over my fist and onto my cheeks. I hum in pleasure around Hellstrom, my own cock twitching even as the major now bites back a growl.

In less than a minute, Dieter also cums down my throat, holding my head close to his crotch to make sure I don't lose any, grunting as he feels me swallow around him, the bitter taste hot on my tongue as he finally pulls out. Still holding my hair, he thanks my head back and puts his face close to mine.

"Get on your front, ass up." Once again, he shoves me away from him, turning to Zoller, "Let him suck you off."

The private nods, waiting for me to have gotten into position before sitting back against the headboard, pulling me up to rest on his thighs, his cock slapping against my face, already hard again. Massaging it himself a few times, Frederick cards his hand through my hair, urging me to open my mouth before slipping inside. He sighs, lidded eyes fixed on how my lips have stretched around him, drool swiftly beginning to drip from the corners of my mouth as he pushes as far in as he can. After a moment, he pulls out.

"Go on, don't expect me to do all the work myself." He says roughly, tapping the head against my lips.

Eagerly, I lean forward and take the head into my mouth, licking around the slit and paying close attention to the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him.

However, in doing so I briefly forget about Hellstrom. That is, until he suddenly grips my ass, pulling me open for him so he can spit on my trembling hole, long fingers instantly massaging it around. The sharp onslaught of pleasure erupts inside me, my hips moving back against him, a moan vibrating through Zoller's heavy cock. As those slender digits slip inside me, I have to pull back, moaning loudly as he roughly works me open, saliva coating my mouth, strings still connecting Zoller and I. With a growl, Frederick pushes back into my mouth, thrusting all the way in, his head just touching the back of my throat.

Just as soon as the fingers were pushed into me, they're removed, replaced instead with Hellstrom's cock, the blunt head swiftly breaching me. Slowly, deliberately, the major fucks himself into me, one hand on my hip, the other gripping my tied wrists, using this hold as leverage. By now, pleasure is rushing through me, my cock aching to be touched, my hole stretched so deliciously around Dieter's large, slightly curved length, the low groan of need that leaves him only serving to arouse me further. Arching my back, I urge him to fuck me, whimpering around Frederick's twitching cock.

Hellstrom's first thrust is powerful. Pulling almost completely out, the major waits a second before suddenly slamming back inside me, driving into me with undeniable force. Crying out around Zoller, I feel precum starting to leak from my tip, particularly as Hellstrom repeats the action, pounding into me without mercy. In my mouth, Zoller thrusts to match his superior, but his rapidly increasing pants and grunts only warn of a quickly approaching orgasm.

Dieter quickly moves into a faster, rougher pace, hips pistoning into me as he groans and pants, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, leaning down to bite down on my shoulder and neck briefly, marking me before he sits back up again. His hands grip me tightly, using me simply to chase his own pleasure, hips snapping into me with abandon, his balls hitting mine with each thrust, my body quickly tensing into an approaching orgasm. Naturally, the major notices.

"You are not to cum until we say so. If you do, you will be punished. Severely." Normally, the threat would turn me on further, and I'd take the risk with it, but I know Hellstrom well: I don't want to face that punishment.

The stern words seem to be the final straw for Zoller, the private thrusting into my mouth one last time as he cums violently, forcing my head down as far as it will go, grip painfully right though it only arouses me more, his blissful moans echoing loudly in my ears. Every muscle in his body is tense, sweat beading his beautiful skin as he comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily. I tap his thigh, my breath quickly running out as his cum fills my mouth. He pulls out, holding my mouth closed so I swallow his load, smiling contentedly down at me.

A curse from Hellstrom signifies his own proximity to his finish, his thrusts losing all rhythm now. Fucking into me, he lets go of my hands in favour of gripping my hip, grasping my ass tightly, needing a release quickly, cock twitching and sparking inside me. With one last gasp, the major spills inside me, rocking himself through his orgasms, hot ropes of cum painting my insides as he forces himself into me.

After a long moment, he pulls out, idly caressing my ass, watching as his seed drips from my hole, forming a line down over my balls, which he follows with his thumb. Whining, I arch into him, needing more.

"Not yet, Hauptsturmführer. Not yet." He says, almost pitifully now, "Turn over, let Zoller fuck your pretty little ass now."

Limply, I roll onto my back, watching as Hellstrom and Zoller swap places, the private pulling my legs over his thighs, cock already hard again and nudging at my entrance. With no effort at all, he slides into me, groaning even as I whimper, my walls clenching around him.

"God, his hole feels so good...shit, you're so tight, (Y/n)." Frederick moans out, bracing himself on the bed as he rocks his hips into me.

Dieter hums almost proudly, smoothing some of my damp hair from my face before climbing up onto his knees, positioning himself over my face. I know what he wants, my mouth falling obediently open as he presses his balls down against my lips. Licking and sucking at them, I let my eyes fall shut as the major starts to jerk himself off, trying my hardest now not to cum as my cock sways in the air, slapping against my stomach with every thrust from Zoller.

The major presses a hand to my chest, bracing himself as he grinds down on my face, moving into the passes of my tongue over his sensitive skin. Zoller is already twitching again, thrusts becoming erratic very quickly now, also oversensitive from his previous orgasms. Hellstrom's cum helps to lubricate his movements, obscene noises joining the slapping of skin against skin that fills the room, my own groans of need muffled under the major's tightening balls.

With no warning, Frederick suddenly cums, shoving himself as deep into me as he can, emptying himself inside me as he lets out a shout of pleasure, grip tight on me. Moaning around Dieter, I push my hips into him, needing so badly to cum now.

Clumsily, Hellstrom climbs off of me, ushering Frederick out of the way, who moves to lie beside me, tweaking my nipples lazily as Dieter slips back inside me. Under their joined touch, I feel my control quickly starting to wane.

"Please, sir, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything, I need to cum so badly!" I finally beg, staring up pleadingly at Hellstrom, "It's too much, Sturmbannführer. I want to cum with you inside me...can I? Please, sir!"

He stares at me, before groaning, his hold on me tight, thrusts losing all cohesion.

"Yes, fuck yes, cum for us, (Y/n). You deserve it." He glances at Zoller, "Help him."

Frederick needs no further encouragement, his hand closing around my cock, lazily jerking me off. His lips plaster themselves to my shoulder and neck, whispering words of praise to me as he brings me to my orgasm.

White-hot pleasure washes over me, a scream of ecstasy erupting my throat as everything goes momentarily blank. All I can think about is the feeling of Zoller's hand on my cock and Hellstrom's cock inside me, my bound hands clutching at the sheets beneath me, almost numb from the uncomfortable position.

Limp and numb, I vaguely feel Hellstrom cum inside me again, groaning gutturally before he pulls out, collapsing beside me. He fumbles to untie me, throwing the belt somewhere behind him as Zoller wraps his arms around me, pulling my spent body against his. Dieter moves to hold me from behind, softly kissing my cheek and neck.

"I would love to stay here." He says softly to us, attitude completely different now, "But you're going to want to bathe. You'll only be sore if you don't."

Tiredly, I nod, letting Frederick scoop me into his arms, following Hellstrom as he leads us from the room.

"You did so well for us, (Y/n)." The private says to me, kissing my forehead softly as he watches his superior prepare a bath for us.

"That he did." Dieter looks over with a fond smile, "As he always does."

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