Is there any chance you will ever write for us again? I desperately miss your stories and was really hoping for one about Adolf but I understand if you’re into other hobbies now. I just hope you’ll reconsider because you are a fabulous writer and I was so looking forward to reading more of your work. I especially really wanted one for a Christmas gift. I’m very sad if you left Reichblr, I really hope not but are you now active somewhere else?
Aww fear not anon!! I am still very much on reichblr! I just finished a big project in my offline life that needed a lot of my attention <3 I have a half-finished story in my notes and two books for research material downloaded 💓💓
Be patient — I can’t promise a time frame but I can promise all fics will be written <3 I love reichblr and I am not going anywhere!
I can’t believe how huge my Adi & Göring album has gotten in just one year when I started out with less than 20 - now I have dozens of fabulous pics of Adi with his BFF 👯♂️ Enjoy!!!
Hermann Wilhelm Göring was born 131 years ago today on 12 January 1893 in Rosenheim Germany. Göring joined the NSDAP in October 1922, shortl
@verbotenlove33 and her website for all those amazing historical pictures!!
25. Which books about the Reich do you recommend/like?
SO MANY!!
LTI by Victor Klemperer (about rhetoric and propaganda, honestly changed my view of the world, also Klemperer was a Jewish philologist living in Dresden during the war so he includes his experiences)
Selling Hitler by Robert Harris (about the fake Hitler diaries scandal)
Blitzed by Norman Ohler (about drug use among the Nazis)
Hitler and Geli by Ronald Hayman (salacious but extremely well sourced)
HHhH by Laurent Binet (a novel about Heydrich’s assassination)
26. Which films about the Reich do you recommend/like?
Uncle Adolf (basically the film version of Hitler and Geli)
The Goebbels Experiment (documentary made entirely of archival footage and excerpts from Goebbels’s diary; only recommend if you are obsessed with Goebbels)
Anything about Rohm would be fantastic, maybe young male reader?
Oooh yes!
Ernst Röhm/wannabe SA boy reader; hitting, kicking, low key breeding kink
“Haven’t you noticed, after a brawl at a meeting, that the ones who get beaten up are the first to apply for membership of the party?”
You could still feel the bruises on your shoulders and shins, the abrasions where you’d been smacked into the wall, the ache of toes stomped on. But it didn’t matter. In fact, all those aches and pains were points of pride. It has been a good-natured scuffle, energy running high, masculine excitement, and now you sat with the SA boys in their handsome brown uniforms and glowed at being included. They clapped you on the back and included you in their loud, eager discussions of what was to be done about this stupid politician or that slimy reporter. And you glowed at being included.
Their pig-nosed, scarred leader presided over the table at the beer hall with an aura of absolute authority. No one would ever have called Ernst Röhm handsome, but he was magnetic, beyond magnetic. The boys crowded around him for acknowledgement. They chattered like children. You wished you were brave enough to join in the chattering, but it would come with time. And Röhm’s eyes seemed to fall on you anyway.
“This one,” he said and reached over to clap your shoulder. “New, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir!” You puffed out your chest.
“Come here.”
The other boys parted to make way for you as you stood and made your way around the table. You sat down next to Röhm and beamed as he studied you.
“You’ll make a good one, no doubt! I can tell you’re ready for a fight.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Here!” He shoved a tankard of beer in front of you. “Enjoy, Son. Welcome to the Party.”
You drank deeply, and a bit sloppily too, with foamy beer spilling down your chin. The chatter went on, but you noticed Röhm’s eyes kept going back to you. Evaluating, appraising. It filled you with a strange heat, a sort of squirming energy, a desire to move, to fight, to fight for him. This must be what all the boys are feeling, you thought. This must be charisma.
You could feel his eyes on you through the evening, even when he was talking to the others, even when he was holding court, and every time you looked at him the flush in your body became slightly warmer. Or perhaps it was the beer going to your head.
You turned red when he caught you looking at him. Everyone was looking at him, of course, but you could tell that he saw something else in you. The corner of his lip twisted up in a satisfied sneer. Satisfied at what, exactly? But you already knew. You already knew what that look meant.
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“Down!” he ordered with his drill sergeant’s bark, and you dropped to all fours. You pressed your face into the rough grain of the floor and raised your ass as high as it would go. Your cock was already hard and you let out a whimper of excitement at the sound of his buckle being undone. When he hit you hard across the buttocks with his belt you moaned like a rent boy.
How many of the other young men in the SA had experienced this, you wondered. How many of them had gravitated to Ernst Röhm because they could tell, somewhere deep inside, that they shared a perversion with him? Could some of them even have named it?
Your rear end smarted from the sting of his belt. He paused in his beating and you readied yourself for your trousers to be pulled down, but instead, his boot connected with your ribs and sent you rolling across the floor, clutching your gut. He kicked again, missing your face only because you threw your arm up to protect it.
“You’ve got a girl’s face, boy. You should look more like a man.” There was a distinct eagerness in his voice, and he kicked again, this time connecting with your nose.
It wasn’t the worst blow you’d ever received, but it hurt, and moreover, it was embarrassing to get a man’s boot to your face, and even worse that it was making your cock rage. He knew it too.
He put his foot on your stomach, pinning you to the floor. Then gave you a hard kick in your groin.
It should have made your cock shrivel up, it hurt so badly. You squealed like a stuck hog. But your cock wouldn’t go down.
“Up!” he barked. You scrambled onto your hands and knees again and this time he did wrench your trousers down. Your reddened ass stuck up in the air.
For all his violence, he was surprisingly gentle at the act of sex itself. As if he knew it was your first time taking a man. He worked a greased finger into your anus and then a second, pausing to let you grow used to the feeling of having your bottom stretched, before he started to fuck you with his fingers. He touched spots inside that made your cock leak ropes of precum and your voice raise an octave higher as you begged “oh please, please don’t stop!”
When he finally pushed his thick, long cock into you, you couldn’t keep your hand off yourself. Your balls still ached terribly from the kick but you fondled them eagerly and stroked up and down your hard penis. Röhm grunted with every thrust, low and growling, as if to make sure at every moment that you were unable to forget what sort of man you were being fucked by.
“Hold still!” he ordered, and then gripped you by both hips and groaned loudly. You felt a hot jet of sperm shoot into your bowels. It was the most exciting feeling you’d ever had, the feeling of being bred, but you dared not move. He had told you not to.
With one more satisfied groan he pulled his cock out, and, between your own legs, you watched his sperm drip out and onto the floor. You found you couldn’t work the muscles to clench your ass anymore. You had been torn open, gaped.
You were still watching, mesmerized, watching the jism dribbling onto the floor from your fucked body, when he kicked you again. And this time, you didn’t roll away. You stayed perfectly in place, and let him beat you down.
Well another Christmas and I didn’t wake up to find Adi wrapped up with a bow and waiting for me under my tree - maybe next year! These photos of Adi celebrating Christmas will have to do - Merry Christmas Reichblr 🤗🤗🤗
Adolf Hitler hosted his first formal Christmas party with the NSDAP at the Bürgerbräukeller in December of 1921, with 4000 of his early supp
Goebbels! I’m obsessed with that ratty little man and his obsession with Hitler and his horny horny sex life (and fyi in my very well informed historical opinion his marriage with Magda was also super horny). I’m also just fascinated by his propaganda and how he got people on board, it’s so powerful while he as a figure is so……. Not
12. Favourite picture of your fave?
So many good options but it’s gotta be from his and Magda’s wedding (with Hitler as best man) where everyone looks like they’ve just been sentenced to death
100 years ago today on 20 December 1924 HitIer was released from Landsberg Prison, after serving 264 days of his 5 year sentence for organizing the failed 1923 Munich Beer Hall Putsch. While in prison Adi decided he would now take the “legal route to power”. He doesn’t look very tame to me though, I’d definitely have given ANYTHING to have been with Adi his first night out of jail, it looks like he really needed to blow off some steam 🤭🫣💦
This is an album of photographs from Adolf Hitler’s visit to Landsberg fortress on the 8th of October in 1934. Hitler was imprisoned for nin
